Notes:
All characters are over 18; actually most are over 40.
There is some sex of dubious consent in this chapter.
This is a work of fiction and the protagonist is an asshole. And their relationship is unhealthy.
The Boat
I took my wife on a business outing on a boat -- actually, more of a party barge. The boat belonged to Steve, the head of sales, and the outing was a relatively small gathering of a select few people from the office. The host wore only swimtrunks, which I'm pretty sure he deducted from his taxes, like his boat, since he entertained clients on it. He was tanned and muscular and, while his hair was turning grey, it was well done and included a generous crop on his chest. Right now, he was mixing cocktails for us on the lower deck of the boat, acting the gracious host, mainly to the two women on board.
Katie, my shapely secretary was wearing a blue bikini which showed off her own tan skin and muscular abs. Her hair was a blonde waterfall to her bare shoulders. Her strapless top showed off her cleavage but she demurely had a wrap tied around her waist, gapped at one side just enough to reveal one long, muscular, evenly tanned leg. She laughed at one of Steve's jokes.
The other woman of course was my wife Mary, her own hair down around her shoulders. I'd dressed her in a brown brocade bikini with gold clips as accents at her hips, on either side of her tits and at her back and neck. It wasn't strapless -- she needed the support -- but had straps from the tops of her cups. joining at the back of her neck. She looked good. The regular workouts and diet had made her own abs muscular, though still softer than Katie's. Her curvy legs stretched from her big ass to muscular calves and attractive feet. Both women had drinks in hand -- though Mary had had several more than Katie - and were barefoot on the deck and surrounded by the men on the boat.
Our CFO Mark, a large black man with just enough of a belly to spill over his swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt open in front, was drinking a beer. Next to him was Bill, his skinny pale body a contrast to Mark. He was a very junior executive and spent a lot of time near my office chatting up Katie and, when she wasn't available, my wife. I didn't really know the other three guys. All of the us, including Bill, were dressed more or like Mark with their own Hawaiian shirts gapping, wearing flip flops.
After we'd all had a few drinks, I announced, "Gentlemen and ladies," I bowed to Katie and Mary at the bar, who looked worried, "thank you for coming today. It's gatherings like these that bring a company together. And thank you to Steve for hosting." He nodded graciously. "I chose you all because I thought you would want to take part in today's entertainment." I leered a little drunkenly at Mary. She sighed and set her drink on the bar. I went to her and walked around her, trailing my hand on her bare shoulder, until I was behind her. She didn't resist as I put my arms around her waist, but she didn't seem particularly excited at what I was doing either. I ran my hands up her body, over her tits and then, my arms under her armpits, I clasped them behind her neck in a full nelson. "Alright, boys, time for some fun."
The group of men surged in hungrily. "Wait, no!" Mary started but I wasn't certain whether she was protesting what was about to happen or how I was holding her. I unhooked the clasp of her top from behind her neck as I dragged her up onto a table. "Tom, I don't want..." but she didn't finish as I covered her mouth with one hand, leaving the other behind her neck in the wrestling hold, her arms still pulled up at the armpits. All she could do with her arms and hands was flap them uselessly.
"Get her legs," I said, and two of the guys grabbed them. "Open her up," I said, meaning her thighs. Bill was trying to get Mary's bikini bottom off as the guys pulled her legs up and apart. "Undo the clasps," I said to Bill, a little exasperated. It only took a little time for Bill to figure out how to do that and then he was able to strip the brown cloth off my wife, revealing her mousy brown bush. Her vagina, which I could tell was swelling with lust, was wide open. I felt an arm between my chest and her back and looked over to see Katie, reaching to undo the clasp at the back of Mary's top. Then she pulled it off, baring Mary's ample, yet pale, breasts. Mary was squirming, but not too hard. I think she was giving me what she thought I wanted, which was the illusion we were raping her. She was right. I knew that, with all I'd had her do so far, she would have just fucked these guys. She would have balked at how many, but I had the power to override her resistance. Still, I wanted it to seem forced. "As our host, I think Steve should go first."
Steve had no problems undoing his expensive swim trunks and letting his cock out. I knew he was married but he never seemed to hesitate at getting some pussy on the side. "Haha, you've got quite the hellcat there," Steve said. It wasn't strictly accurate but more what one expected to hear in a situation like this. Grabbing Mary's big ass with one hand, he guided his cock into her waiting pussy. She groaned under my hand; she was extremely turned on, more, I think, from the idea of being forced than from Steve. But he was good looking so maybe it was that too.
Once in, Steve grabbed his martini as he started pumping my wife. We could hear the slap of his hips and balls on Mary's big, bare ass. "Oh, yeah, baby, you like that, don't you." Then, to the group, "She's so wet. It's some of that 'Steve magic.'" Everybody smiled but most of them seemed like they were just humoring him. Then he was focusing, grunting. "Uh, uh, so tight." I was spellbound, my own cock rock hard and digging into my wife's back. While I knew Mary was going along with this, the illusion of me holding her while she was raped filled my mind with lust. Finishing his martini, Steve started mauling my wife's tits with his hands. Mary started to squirm more, obviously trying to get them out of reach of his rough ministrations. He didn't notice at first but, when he did, he grabbed one nipple and twisted.
"Aaaahhh," Mary said, her voice muffled by my hand. Steve smiled cruelly and twisted more, his hips revving up as he fucked her faster and harder. "Aaahhhh," Mary said again, curving her hips up then tensing her entire body. I realized she was coming. Steve didn't notice or didn't care. When he was ready, he grabbed both of my wife's hips and pulled himself deep into them.
"Oh, yeah," Steve groaned, obviously coming. Once he was done, he pulled out, pulled up his swim trunks, fastened them, grabbed his martini, and got out from between my wife's legs, saying, "Who's next?"
"Yeah, who wants sloppy seconds?" one of the guys asked and we all laughed.
"Mm mm mm," Mary said incomprehensibly into my hand.
Mark took Steve's place, saying, "I'll take it. She'll need the extra lube for this Alabama black snake," and he pulled down his own trunks. He was indeed quite big. Mary's eyes got big and she forgot to squirm as she saw the black man's big, thick, black cock. I knew Mary wasn't into black guys - she just wasn't attracted to them -- but I also knew that chicks loved big cocks. Of course, if they're too big then they're scary; and Mark's was easily that big. Mary, though, wasn't small herself, and had the hips and pelvis to take a lot.