Judy, Coming Ashore
Part 5 and conclusion of Judy's story
“You’re not changing your mind about this weekend, are you?” Ivan said to me over dinner one evening.
“I said we’d do it, didn’t I?”
Okay, so maybe I didn’t look enthused, but I had said yes after all, and now I was working on increasing my level of enthusiasm for a weekend with Richie’s cock. That’s how I thought about the arrangement—body parts. My husband got Barbara’s surgically enhanced tits while I got her husband’s humongous cock. Thinking beyond body parts just made the whole swapping weekend seem too tawdry to bear.
Ever since our first cruise on Richie’s yacht last summer—a swinging boat trip Ivan was so eager to get me on—I had to deal with Richie’s infatuation for me. Complicating things was his brother Paul’s equal infatuation. Add the brothers’ rivalry to the emotional equation and it could end up an explosive mix. My husband, even while professing his love for me, seemed eager to sacrifice me to the conflagration. He didn’t understand what was going on. To Ivan it was simply sex, and I didn’t think he wanted anything from Barb except sex. My husband still failed to comprehend the extent of how the boat trips affected my libido. He said he liked my new sexual “awakening,” and yet in many ways I didn’t understand the changes in myself, so how could he? Nevertheless I was going to spend a weekend with Richie, regardless.
When Richie and Barbara arrived at our doorstep late on Saturday afternoon, the whole scene was too bizarre. Barb, with her overnight bag in hand, made herself right at home. Ivan was tongue-tied from the moment she entered the house, and all Richie could do was grin between short sentences, the embodiment of “small talk.” Barb was wearing s gray knit dress that hugged every curve and complimented her blond hair nicely. In comparison, I wore old jeans and a tank top.
She never showed any connection with me on any of the cruises, but Barbara positively gushed today. I got the requisite cheek busses before she said, “Oh, it’s good to see you in those jeans. Richie dear always talks about how great you look in jeans, and then he says my ass looks too fat in mine.” Her pout was as phony as it was exaggerated.
I said, “Phooey, you look great in jeans,” which was bullshit considering I’d never seen her in a pair.
“You ready?” Richie asked. “I’ll carry your bag.”
I gave Ivan a perfunctory goodbye kiss, and then whispered, “Have fun.” By his facial expression, maybe he did know what was really happening here, and he knew it was too late to stop it anyway.
After we set off in Richie’s car (a Corvette, another of the boy’s toys) he asked, “So, what would you like to do? Dinner? Dancing? You name it.”
“I don’t have a dancing dress in my bag.”
“Then let’s go shopping and buy one,” he said.
“Really? I’m assuming you don’t go with your wife when she does her clothes shopping.”
“Shit, no,” he said, “she wouldn’t want me along. Besides, you’ve seen a little of what she wears. It’s not always my cup of tea.”
“Richie, dear, I think ‘little’ was the appropriate word for what I’ve seen of Barbara’s wardrobe.”
He actually blushed! Like usual, it was hard not to like the handsome, hung, man-child. He said, “Barbara’s taste in clothes is well beyond my comprehension. But I get the idea you’re different.”
In many ways, I thought, but kept it to myself. “Let’s go shopping.” He was clueless on where to shop, so I directed him to my favorite place. The owner, Marga was there, and since I was a regular in her shop, she looked naturally curious when I entered with a strange man. As I tried on dresses and modeled them for Richie, her curiosity grew to epic proportions. Let her guess.
Richie loved a short, turquoise cocktail dress; I believed primarily because it accentuated my breasts and exposed an equal amount of cleavage and leg. I guess his “cup of tea” was a shifting ideal. What the hell, he was buying.
I planned on showering and some primping before going out. Over my weak protestations, Richie showered with me. His cock, like the beast that it was, had a mind of its own, and poked and prodded me throughout the shower. In his shower stall I couldn’t avoid it if I tried, so I gave up, pleading, “Not now, Richie, please. Let’s go out first, okay?”
“Awe, shucks,” he said with a grin. “I can’t have an appetizer before dinner?” He was ready, behind me with his erection between my thighs, and working ever so closer.
“You’re a big boy. We can wait.” I gave his cock a cursory stroke or two before stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel. “Where does your wife hide her hair dryer?” I said, almost laughing at his silly, little boy pout of disappointment. I ignored him as I got ready. When I was, I modeled the dress for him by whirling around a couple of times, letting the hemline balloon out somewhat, showing more leg.
“You look great yourself,” I said. He was dressed casual chic, with a designer sport-coat and a really wild tie that fit not only what he was wearing but his personality as well. I wasn’t kidding; it all looked great on him.
Richie did know how to treat a lady. We dined at the best (and most expensive) restaurant in the area. After the great dinner, he took me to a hot club where we danced among the twenty-somethings with nothing to be ashamed of. I only caught him ogling one other young lady (“I’m sorry, old habits die hard”) and I grudgingly admitted to him she had a magnificent J-Lo ass worth looking at. He liked that (“You’re an amazing woman, Judy”).
While we danced to a slow number, he whispered in my ear, “You have to know how hot you are. You have to.”
I pulled my head back and looked into his eyes. At any time in my married life before this evening, his look, another man’s look, would have unnerved me. Not tonight. I couldn’t remember the last time Ivan looked at me as Richie was now. Except for being ‘me’ I can’t say I’ve done anything differently to have men openly desire me as Richie obviously was. The boat cruises brought something out in me, something that I assumed was always there but repressed somehow. If that was Ivan’s intent in getting me onto the boat, then he certainly got what he asked for.
I whispered back, “Is that what you want, to capture my heat?”
His eyes said yes before his mouth did.
Between dances we talked and laughed, and inarguably I had a great time. He really was charming and fun to be with. He admitted to me once that he never had to work at seducing a woman because being hung did the seducing for him. Of course, I have had his cock, and yet tonight he was as seductive as he could be, ironically still probably not working hard at it. The remainder of the weekend didn’t seem so overwhelming anymore.
Like a gentleman, he opened the car door for me, but before I got in, he pulled me into his arms. His kiss was so hot, so full of passion and yearning, I melted into him. For how long I couldn’t tell you, but it seemed as if we kissed for an hour, our tongues dancing like our bodies danced in the nightclub.
“Will you want me tonight?” he said after our lips finally parted.
I was ready to say that was the deal, wasn’t it? But being flippant wasn’t called for. “Yes,” I murmured, “I’m yours. Be good to me.”
“I’ll try.” That was special, since it was light years beyond saying ‘I will’.
We listened to some cool jazz on the satellite radio on the way to his place. We didn’t talk much, probably because both of were lost in thought about how the night would play out. For the first time this evening it dawned on me that I hadn’t for one second thought about Ivan and Barbara. Perhaps that was the greatest revelation of all; I wasn’t jealous, and I didn’t care. I’d come to the precipice, and I’d stepped off.
Like a first date in high school, we were discomfited and tentative once at Richie’s house. He took his jacket off and then nervously opened a bottle of Pinot Noir. After he poured two glasses in silence, I said, “Richie, why don’t we go to bed? This is much too awkward for me. There’s no need for the pretense.” I took a sip of wine and then pulled my dress up, over my head, and off. My first-date analogy still held true, since he simply stood and stared at me standing there in my black bra, thong, and hosiery. “Richie, what’s the matter?” I said, aiming for seductive, but sensing I missed.
“You know, Judy, I’m not sure. Maybe this is too hard for me. Maybe I can’t get beyond how I feel about you; that this is way beyond the casual shit we do on the boat.” He looked down at the floor and continued, “I feel like such an idiot thinking you’d feel the same way about me.”
This insecurity was not the Richie I thought I knew, and I understood immediately that it wasn’t a ploy. I went to him, saying, “How do you know how I feel? Maybe I haven’t seen the real Richie yet.” I cupped his package and added, “You’re not defined by this.”
The look in his eyes, when they rose to meet mine, spoke a new language, perhaps for both of us. I experienced a frisson that perhaps I never felt before, even with Ivan. Silently I began removing his clothes. When his massive cock was freed, it sprang up to greet me. Richie was going to say something, but I shushed him with a couple of fingers to his lips. When he was naked, he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Only there did he remove my bra and slowly slip my thong panties down my quivering legs. Damn! You’d think I never slept with the man before! He never bothered with the stockings.
While we kissed—wide-eyed and hungry—we masturbated each other. His fingers had to be wet from me; I felt it. As I stroked him, he grew to his amazing, rigid length, a length I’ve seen grown women drool and fight over. He gently guided me onto my back, and I eagerly spread my legs for him. Like the proverbial hot knife through butter, he slid into me with ease.
And that was it for ‘ease.’
Richie’s length and girth touched places other men couldn’t. My vagina walls were humming, my g-spot was vibrating and all the buzz words of erotica—filled, deep, stretched—were inadequate. This wasn’t an R-rated roll; this was fucking, hot and physical.
I’d like to think I wasn’t the type of woman to succumb like this.
I’d like to think our coupling was simply sex and nothing more.
I’d like to think this was all about his cock.
I’d like to think this weekend would be an aberration.
I’d like to think I had control over my orgasmic deliverance.
I’d like to think…
“Goddddddddddddddddddddddddd! Richieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” I screamed so hard black dots swam before my eyes from nearly passing out. The orgasm was that intense.
I gave no thought to him cumming deep inside me right at my womb’s door, though I felt every blessed, pulsating throb.
As we lay in post-coital languor, Richie opened up to me, telling me things I either supposed or knew nothing about. “I may have told you this before, but the boat cruises were one hundred percent Barbara’s idea. She said she was ‘tired of me.’ I bet you never suspected that Barb and Ivan already had something going on before your first trip on my boat.” He was right; I never suspected anything like that. In fact, part of me didn’t believe him, knowing his jealousy of my husband and his brother. He saw my shock and continued, “When you first came aboard, I couldn’t believe it either, watching you with Paul I wondered how Ivan could be such a fool. Of course I was the fool first, falling for so superficial a woman as Barbara, although I know part of the reason. She was the first not to want me for my dick, at least that’s what I believed. Then I discovered how self-centered she was. It wasn’t about me or my dick. It was the oldest reason in the world and I was blind to it.”
I knew he meant his money and the business acumen that earned it. The easy life was what she wanted, paying for all the toys—and her new tits. I said, “You mean Ivan’s bullshit to get me on the boat was all a ploy to be with Barb? Was he trying to throw me at you all along? Was that the plan?” I asked incredulously.
“I think so, but I think he misjudged you, and your libido.”
“You mean how easily I succumbed to your brother’s charms?”
“Yes that, but it wasn’t simply Paul whom you succumbed to, or actually who succumbed to YOU. Shit, I watched you with Carlos and the young guy, Josh, and with Paul’s wife. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. When we had our time together I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were soul mates, destined to be one. Why do you think I was jealous of Paul the way I was. He wants you too, almost as badly as I do.”
“So, who really suggested this weekend…swap?”
“Actually, I suspect it was Barb’s idea even though Ivan proposed it.” He hesitated, and then asked, “You really didn’t suspect anything, did you?”
“No. Call me naïve, but I believed in love and the sanctity of our marriage vows. I thought Ivan loved me.” I put a hand on either side of his face and held him steadfast. I wanted eye contact. “You’re not saying all this to drive me away from him, are you?”
He didn’t have to answer. I saw it in his eyes. After a few minutes, he said, “I think you know what I want, but I’m not trying to ‘drive’ you anywhere. Let’s stop talking and sleep on it, okay?” which is what we did though the night was not entirely consumed by sleep. The first time was when I felt him stiffen as he spooned behind me. I didn’t know whether he was sleeping or not when I guided the head of his cock into me, but he was certainly awake when he began thrusting in earnest. That was the weekend’s number two.
Number three happened because when I awoke in the morning, and had one of those where-am-I moments, I looked over at Richie and his wide-screen version of morning wood, and had to have it. I woke him by straddling him where he lay. My cervix as well as Richie got quite an awaking. Number three had me questioning my arousal anew. As I bounced upon his extensive shaft, and making a hell of a lot of noise doing so, a part of my mind was reassessing how I felt about Richie. When I fell to his chest and shuddered in orgasmic glee, I knew this new sentiment went way beyond sex organs.
He kissed me before saying, “I can’t believe this is happening…you…being here in my bed…sharing…”
“Believe it, buster. Now, what are we doing today? And don’t say we’re staying in bed…I see the look on that face of yours.”
He grinned sheepishly, and then said. “Okay, if we’re not staying in bed, then it’s breakfast at my favorite place and then maybe a quick cruise around the bay. Whatcha say?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
We showered together, an intimacy I always enjoyed, though Ivan was too quickly in-and-out for me. Richie seemed to enjoy the intimacy, and I gave him points for not trying to turn it into foreplay, although washing my hair for me as his body touched mine was as arousing as any foreplay could be.
We dressed and headed out to his “favorite” breakfast place, which turned out to be surprisingly good, well beyond IHOP or Denny’s I’ll tell you. I ate more than I normally did. My mushroom omelet was divine. And Bloody Marys! For someone who isn’t big on breakfast, this restaurant could easily become my favorite breakfast place too. Of course then I’d gain twenty pounds.
Richie talked about his businesses and how they were doing in this crazy economy. “Those protesters,” he grumbled, “complain about how much money people like me make in good times, but they never say anything about how we hold on, and all the people we employ, in the tough times.” He wanted to know more about my job, and seemed sincerely interested in the minutia, things that to me were quite mundane.
It wasn’t the Bloody Mary I drank. It was Richie. Whether a concerted effort, or simply Richie being himself, he was seducing me. Unlike the little seductions that happen on his boat trips, I haven’t felt—‘courted’ seemed to be the right word—in years. He’d cast his spell; something I never predicted would happen during this bizarre weekend wife-swap. I felt the tell-tale tingling in my loins, so I hastily changed the subject.
“Where are we sailing to?” I asked. “It’s getting a little too cool for getting naked.”
“Actually, the forecast is for warmer weather out on the bay, with little chop. I wasn’t really planning on a ‘where,’ just seeing where the currents take us.”
“Good question. How about inviting Randy and Linda along? I like both of them…good company…”
“Paul won’t be pissed you’re sailing without him?”
“Yeah, he probably will be.” He paused, then said, “Do you want me to invite him and Megan too?”
I knew this was a ‘gauging’ question, but I had to gauge things as well. “Yes, I think it’s the right thing to do.”
Back at his house, he called Randy and then his brother. Both said yes. I got out my bikini but didn’t put it on, figuring I’d wait and see if the weather would be as balmy as Richie’s optimism. On the ride to the marina, he said, “While you were changing, Barb called. She told me how much fun her and Ivan are having…all the X-rated gory details. Wanting to rub my face in it, I guess.”
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her I was in love.”
“No I didn’t,” he said with a smile, “but I am…in love.” As much as he could take his eyes off the road, we looked at each other, knowing everything had changed because of this weekend.
“Oh, Richie, you can’t feel that way…you can’t.”
“Sure I can. My whole life I’ve been led around by other body parts. This time I’m being led by my heart. Please give me a chance…please.”
“But, Richie dear, we’re both married to other people, and real life is a lot more complicated than what goes on during excursions on your boat.”
“Who says it has to be complicated? We don’t have kids. We don’t need to worry about divorces just yet. Let’s live together and see how things go, okay?”
“This is serious. This isn’t like taking a car out on a test drive.”
“Yes, I know,” he said, and we tabled the discussion. We arrived at the marina, and there were Paul and Megan waiting for us.
With a puzzled look on his face, Paul said to us, “You two? …What’s going on? …Where’s Barb?”
Richie looked at me, like he wasn’t sure how to answer his brother’s questions and wanted me to do so. I said, “Barb is spending the weekend with Ivan—”
“And you’re spending the weekend with Bro,” Paul interjected, “You guys really swapped?”
Paul’s demeanor was hard to judge, but somehow he looked pissed off. I put a hand on his chest and said, “Whoa, Paul, don’t sweat it. Let’s have a nice cruise.”
Megan took him by the arm and said a few things that amounted to mind your own business. I wondered if her husband’s desires for me were that obvious, and had gotten to her too. Richie kissed me on the cheek as he gave my ass a love-pat. That certainly was for his brother’s benefit. As we climbed aboard, Randy and Linda were approaching on the dock. Was it possible the bodybuilder had bulked up even more? He had a large cooler perched on one broad shoulder, and yelled “Ahoy there!” as they neared. “This cruise is now catered!” Randy carried the large container aboard as if it was nothing, and the other two men were smart enough not to offer help.
While the men played sailor and got us going (do you ‘launch’ a yacht?) we women got caught up on happenings and gossip. Megan and Linda only had one news tidbit they wanted to talk about, and that was me and Richie.
“You really swapped husbands for the weekend?” Linda said with awe in her voice. “Damn, you and Richie! I never would have thought.” She probably would have been less shocked if my weekend was with Paul, but I was glad she didn’t bring that up in front of Megan. She continued, “Of course I’m not surprised about your husband and Barbara. I saw how he was after her all the time on the last cruise.”
Megan piped in, “You seem pretty okay with this. Are you okay, Judy?”
“Actually I’m quite fine with it.”
“Probably sore too,” Linda said, and then laughed. Megan and I joined her.
Richie hollered out, “What’s so funny?”
I answered, “Nothing, dear. Just girl talk.”
Paul looked at Richie and said, “Dear?”
Richie’s answer was a what-can-I-say shrug. It was Randy’s turn to laugh.
As we sailed out into the bay, Linda and I decided that it wasn’t too cool for bikinis so we went below to change into them. Megan had her miniscule thong bikini on underneath her clothes, so she simply stripped. While changing, Linda wanted to know more about the “swap,” as she called it. I told her about the proposition Ivan made at the tail end of our last cruise, and that Richie had since told me it was Barbara’s idea.
“You think your marriage is over?” she asked me.
“Hard to tell,” I said, “Seems it’d be very difficult to go back now, wouldn’t it?”
“I guess so. I mean, Randy and I are pretty open in our marriage, but at the end of the day there’s nobody I’d rather live with.”
“If I use the same logic, then maybe my marriage is over. I don’t know…”
We went topside and enjoyed the sun and the gentle sea breeze. Like campers around a fire, Randy regaled us with stories of his youth. “I was the proverbial ninety pound weakling when I was a kid. Wasn’t until college I started working out and firming up some muscle. When I made the connection between muscles and getting laid,” he chuckled, “there was no turning back.”
“All I know,” I said to Randy, “was that when I saw you fucking Alisa, I was ready to beg for mine.”
Linda said, “That’s exactly how I felt when I saw Richie’s cock.” She giggled like a schoolgirl.
“That’s why we’re a perfect match,” Randy said. “Linda and I are both extremely physical. That’s probably why we’ve worked at our bodies the way we do.”
“I’ll say you two are physical,” I said, remembering the threesome we had on the island last cruise. “You shamed me into working out more.”
“It shows,” Randy said with a smiling glance of appraisal. “Though you were pretty hot to begin with, right Lin?”
Linda answered, “Yeah. He told me right off that he wanted a threesome with you and me, but he figured you had something going on with Paul so we waited.”
I looked over at Paul, who remained silent throughout the conversation. “Ever since my first cruise I think I’ve been an equal opportunity fuck,” I said, chuckling.
Paul finally spoke up, “Are you still one?”
Enough was enough. “Stop it, Paul. We’ve gone over this before; you have no claim on me, no more than Ivan does after this weekend.”
Looks were exchanged all around. Megan seemed absolutely hurt by the turn in the conversation, so there was no doubt in my mind she knew her husband’s desires. I thought, ‘free’ love sometimes has a price after all. I had become living proof of that maxim.
Randy shouted to Richie, “Which island are we headed for today, my friend?”
Richie yelled back a name, but it was meaningless to the rest of us. They bantered back and forth until Richie laughed and shouted, “Two islands ago.”
“Why didn’t you say that before?” Randy said, laughing.
Megan had cuddled up close to Linda. She declared, “I don’t know if it’s the rocking of the boat or the sea air, but these trips always make me horny. Goddam, just look at these nipples!” Her nipples were difficult to ignore at any time, but now they were indeed extra hard and poking at her skimpy top.
Linda laughed and said, “Let me see,” and pulled Megan’s bikini top up to expose them. Megan’s tits are really all nipple; not much breast bump and only dime-sized areolas. The nipples were truly something to behold—and more—as Linda first tweaked one and then the other, before leaning over to suck on the closer of the two. Megan immediately groaned in appreciation.
We moved away from the duo and let them go at it, but not before with a chuckle Randy removed his wife’s bikini. “Saves her the trouble,” he said. Megan’s thong was pulled aside and Linda was licking away. The muscle tone contrast between the two women was striking. Megan was a stick figure, really, with the angular, bony hips of a young boy. On the other hand, Linda was an amazing hardbody, muscles honed to perfection without the overdone grotesqueness of some female bodybuilders.
Paul was watching Linda’s perfect ass with keen interest. He glanced over at Randy and made a few head bobbing gestures. Wordlessly asking permission was what he was doing. Randy moved an open palm toward his wife, as if to say go ahead if you want, it’s all right by me. Paul dropped his shorts, exposing his erection, and moved behind Linda. She didn’t even flinch when he positioned his cockhead at her opening and pushed. She never looked back either.
I sat on Randy’s lap as we watched the show. “She didn’t flinch,” I said.
He untied my top and cast it aside. His hands were caressing my breasts as his cock poked at my ass. “She’s the most physical woman I’ve ever met,” he said. “To her sex is like a steak dinner to some people, something to be completely savored… enjoyed with gusto.”
“Steak dinner, huh?” I laughed, but my laughter was tinged with arousal. The man’s muscled arms held me as if sitting on his lap placed me in a fleshy, steel cocoon. I felt like a kid again in my daddy’s arms, and I told him so.
“You’re a special lady, Judy. I don’t know where you’ve come from in your life, but you’re a breath of fresh air in this phony world. I hope whatever you do…Richie or Ivan or whatever…you stay happy.”
Neither one of us said another word. I wanted him to fuck me but it just didn’t seem right at the moment, so we watched the threesome culminate their lovemaking. Megan’s moans grew in intensity until her back arched. Linda was cumming too as Paul pulled out and coated her back and ass. They were so loud in climaxing that I saw Richie crane his neck to get a better view. With Richie, even with shorts on there was no mistaking HE had an erection. Randy and I waved to him at the helm, and he waved back with a hearty laugh.
The island was as I remembered it. Randy volunteered to be the ferryman, rafting the cooler and other stuff over as the rest of us swam to shore. We laid out blankets, got beers out of the cooler, and got naked.
I cuffed Richie’s dick and asked, “Did you feel left out back there on the boat?”
He gave me a light kiss and said, “I always feel left out when I see you in someone else’s arms, especially the ones with all the muscles.”
Randy said, “I heard that. You wanna arm wrestle for her?”
“You’d win for sure, but I’d have to try even if it meant a broken arm. Why don’t we cock wrestle instead?”
Randy laughed. “Is there such a thing?”
Linda quipped, “If there is then I’LL wrestle it into submission, cock or no cock.”
“Uncle!” her husband cried out, waving his arms in mock surrender.
Linda, Megan and I relaxed while the men gathered twigs and fallen tree limbs to use as firewood. The inner Boy Scout emerged from all three as they used a small spade Richie had sent over on the raft to dig a fire pit in the loose, sandy soil and make a fire.
Linda said, “You know, we’re three lucky broads. Look at those guys…all sweaty. They’re fine, manly specimens, all muscles and cocks, and they all know how to use the entire package.”
Megan turned to me and said, “Are you lucky, Judy?”
I stared at Richie as he worked, sweat-coated as Linda observed, lean muscles rippling, cock swinging, and always with that exuberant grin on his face. “Yeah, I’m lucky,” I answered her.
“Do you think this swap thing is long term?” Megan asked.
“I really don’t know, but I do feel like I crossed some sort of line in the sand, and maybe there’s no going back regardless.”
“I like you Judy,” Megan said. “I like you a lot more than my sister-in-law, so I hope you stay with Richie. I think you’re good for him too.”
Whether her sentiments had anything to do with her husband’s attraction to me or not, I considered what she said, and basically agreed. I think I am good for him, damn it.
As I was speaking with Megan, Linda was touching me in places I expected Megan to touch. Linda was watching the men while she squeezed one of my breasts, saying “Look at those guys! I think we should grab them and fuck the living daylights out of them!”
Megan said, “Who gets who?”
“Gang bang…does it matter?” Linda replied as she was rising.
The sight of three horny women jumping three surprised men would be priceless if we had an audience. I grabbed the first cock I found and deep throated the thing. Thankfully it wasn’t Richie’s or I would’ve been choking to death. We were in a six body wet tangle before the first cock entered the first vagina. When I was penetrated from behind, the solid hold he had on my hips hinted to me that it was Randy. His thrusting wasn’t tame; he pounded into me, and I responded in ways that would have been foreign to me in the past.
“OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!” I crooned in a guttural tone, almost a growl. Wave after wave of orgasmic contractions jolted me, and I was glad I didn’t have a cock in my mouth at that moment. As we climaxed and fell away, the last duo in action, Richie and Megan, were about to cum. While I was being fucked, I’d heard Megan scream something about her womb, so I assumed the skinny, bi spinner was being skewered by Richie’s flagpole, and her cervix was the flag. As she came, her screams told us that the flag was waving.
With semen dribbling from all of us, we dug out the food and more drink, and partied on around the fire. Megan candidly admitted it was only the second time she’d ever fucked her brother-in-law. Richie joked that his cock was a bit larger than Maria’s tongue, and asked if Megan was okay. She laughed and replied, “I’ll be sore for days, but I’m okay.” Her post-coital glow (it wasn’t from the fire) confirmed the fact.
I sat next to Richie, his arm around me. I said, “This’ll probably be the last cruise for the year…getting colder.”
“Not the weather, exactly, but I do have to put the boat into dry-dock for some work, so this is as good a time as any.”
“You love this, don’t you,” I said.
He thought for a moment, and then said, “I know you don’t mean the sex.” He gestured at the other couples, similarly in intimate conversation, “Isn’t this how it should be, good, loving friends letting their hair down and having fun? Look at them, and remember some of the boat trips you’ve been on. Everyone’s having fun, better than some stale and pretentious cocktail party.”
“But the ocean has something to do with it too, right?”
“Yes, and also these little islands. Remember how we joked once about being Adam and Eve? The vastness of the water, its solitude, its own sounds away from civilization somehow fulfill a need in me. I wish I could live on an island like this.”
“And leave all your toys behind?” I asked kiddingly.
His gaze went from afar to me, and he said, “I’d never need things…toys as you call ‘em…if you were my mate in the Garden of Eden.”
At another time, I probably would have joked that his cock was the serpent, as I had before, but my heart was in a different place now. “Oh…Richie…that’s the sweetest thing to say. I know you mean it, and I guess I don’t know what I’ve done to warrant—”
He didn’t let me finish. “You being you; that’s what you’ve done. I’ve concluded this weekend that I can’t live without you, Judy, but I won’t be a jerk and push it.”
“You’re a sweet jerk,” I said, and then brought my lips to his. We kissed for so long that our audience—Megan, Paul, Linda and Randy—began clapping in appreciation. When our lips parted, I added, “I’ve made my decision. Ivan and Barbara be damned.”
Richie’s smile was like a lottery winner’s, ear-to-ear. “You’ll live with me?”
“I’ll live with you, and let the rest of the shit take care of itself.”
More kissing, until I heard Randy exclaim, “I see some serious stiffening going on!”
Megan chimed in, “Look at those nipples of hers!”
Linda said, “That cock of his needs a home!”
Paul chuckled and added, “I’d say ‘get a room’ but that won’t apply out here!”
The sky and the surrounding ocean waters were our ‘room’ as we began to make love. Indeed, the act was unlike the wild coupling associated with past island orgies. He did me missionary, and our eyes remained locked throughout. He started to say something about “love” but I shushed him. Love would come later; I was cumming now.
I was surprised that our audience had moved in closer. As Richie and I relaxed in post-coital torpor, four other bodies closely clustered around us. Soon, Richie and I were the audience.
He whispered in my ear, “What a contrast that is,” meaning Randy and Megan. The small, thin woman was dwarfed by the muscled bodybuilder as they fucked. I knew the sexual connotation of the word ‘spinner,’ but this was the first time it truly meant anything to me, watching Megan go at it.
While Paul and Linda, and Megan and Randy banged away, I asked Richie how we would handle things going forward. “The weekend just got a bit longer,” I said.
“We’ll figure it out when we get back home.”
Now my home?
Unlike the lingering aftereffects of a passing ocean wave, I felt the suction of the approaching one. Did houses matter? Since no pang of real estate regret welled up in me, I figured it was a sign that I wouldn’t regret leaving Ivan either. Like the long-passed ocean wave, I had to stop dwelling on what changed in our marriage—or what changed in me. Ivan had been right, however. The boat cruises had altered me, but not just my libido as he’d hoped. I’d come to view my life much more viscerally now. Carpe Diem. And if things with Barbara didn’t work out, Ivan would have his very own O. Henry ending.
When the shadows grew longer, we packed things up for the sail home. Back on the boat, we threw on clothes because of the chillier sea air and had a last beer (one “for the road” doesn’t work when you’re on a boat, does it?)
Megan gave me a more passionate kiss than I expected, though from her it wasn’t that shocking. “I hope you and Richie are happy together,” she said when done.
Paul soon took his wife’s place at my side, and said, “My brother won the prize, I guess.”
I looked at him sternly and replied, “It wasn’t a contest, and I’m not a prize!”
Smiling, he put his hands up in mock surrender. “I know. I know. I’m kidding. I admit to the sibling rivalry shit, but you’ll always be special to me, so I’m happy for you and Richie.” He motioned toward his wife. “I want you to know that Megan and I are working harder on our marriage and that things are better than ever. I love her tremendously…” then he leaned closer and whispered, “yet that doesn’t mean I won’t look forward to seeing you on the next cruise.”
I smacked the handsome, smiling hooligan on the arm and said, “That’s what got Ivan in trouble, remember that.” He made a stately bow and then we both laughed our asses off.
After we docked, Randy and Linda echoed what Megan and Paul had said, wishing me well. “I’m sure we’ll get together before sailing season next year,” Randy said with an exaggerated leer.
His wife elbowed him and joked, “You’ll ‘get together’ with her in your dreams, buddy boy.”
“I’m sure I will,” he responded before laughing, getting another elbow in the ribs for his trouble.
As we pulled out of the marina’s parking lot, Richie asked, “You like them, don’t you?”
“Randy and Linda are a fun couple. I’m glad you invited them.” He seemed pleased at my assessment, which was welcome, since any jealousy now would not presage a good relationship.
I turned on my cell phone and called Ivan. “How was your weekend?” I asked him. He went on at length about how much fun they had and then hemmed and hawed around the question that needed answers. Eventually he confessed that he and Barb wanted to continue the “swap.” I gave Richie a wink as I listened. “If that’s what you two want, Ivan, then I guess it’s okay with me. Why don’t I come over and get more of my things?”
Not much was said as I packed a couple of suitcases. Barbara was nearly naked as she told me what my husband had told me—they’d “hit it off” and wanted to prolong the fun. Thankfully, Richie had remained in the car. Their ebullience spared me from having to justify my decision. Ivan helped me with the suitcases, loading my car. “I’m happy for you,” I said, and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s been something, hasn’t it?” He didn’t look like he got the finality of it all. It would sink in soon enough. I followed Richie to my new home.
Richie’s nervousness and insecurity resurfaced now that we were at his house and not out on the boat. Like a mother hen, he hovered around me, asking every few minutes if I wanted anything and if I was comfortable.
“Will you stop it, please,” I begged. “I’m a big girl, and if I need anything I’ll ask. Please, just relax and be yourself.”
He laughed and admitted how surreal it was to have me there and not his wife. “I’m happy, and I want you to be happy.”
“I’m happy,” I said, and it was the truth. Although comfortable was a word I couldn’t use yet (comfort would come in time) happy was. I wasn’t going to fret over the long-term picture, but right now I was happy to be in Richie’s house, to be in his thoughts, to be in his bed. “Let’s relax, watch television, nothing more, okay?”
He fetched a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc that he said was a special vintage, saved for a special occasion. “I’d say this is a special occasion.” We toasted to the future.
We watched an on-demand movie comedy that wasn’t as funny as I thought it would be. As I sat next to him on the sofa, sipping wine while watching the movie, I thought about that word again—comfortable. This turned out to be quite a comfortable evening after all. As we grew bored with the movie, we conversed about nothing at all, small talk really, and that was perfectly okay with me. Normal. Comfortable, even.
When he set my wine glass down and kissed me, the heat, the passion was palpable. Whether it would stand the test of time was anyone’s guess, but the flame of desire claimed us. He guided me to his bedroom—our bedroom now—and silently undressed me. I lay on the bed while he undressed. The sight of his cock never ceased to stagger me. As we women know, size does matter. His cock would wait, for right now his tools of choice were his lips and tongue. He worked at my nipples until they were achingly stiff. He worked at a special spot for me, my cleavage zone, on my chest high up between my breasts. Ivan never got it, but some innate intuition brought Richie’s lips right to the spot. As I moaned my pleasure, he trailed his mouth downward, pausing at my navel before sensually continuing to my clit, which by that time probably jutted out like a small dick waiting to be sucked.
He encircled it with his lips and sucked lightly, occasionally flicking his tongue against my hot little pearl of flesh. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned loudly as the first of several orgasms swept through me.
I turned over onto my stomach and raised my ass a bit. By that time he was hard, not requiring any foreplay on my part to get him there. He slipped into me like that, from behind. As with our first time, I thought, God, could I get used to this. His thrusting was paced perfectly, using his amazing full length in rhythmic splendor. I rested my head on the pillow and let him bring me to heaven.
When I groaned “Faster!” he complied. The second orgasm caused me to scream out, which propelled him farther into me, assaulting my cervix; my “Ooomph” utterances getting lost amid the “I’m cumming!” and “Oh God!” parts.
He commented later that he loved the way my vaginal contractions “squeezed the cum” out of him. This was confirmed by the copious amount of semen dribbling from me.
No sex the rest of the night.
At first, mornings were surreal as I showered and dressed for work. He didn’t have to go into his office until later so each morning he made me coffee and saw me off with a kiss and a playful pat on the ass. Coworkers homed right in on the fact I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring anymore. I didn’t feed them anything to gossip about. Evening dinners were surprisingly fun affairs. He turned out to be a good cook, so we worked together in the kitchen, and experimented a lot. Some meals didn’t work, but most were special, and all were fun. Every day brought new revelations about the new man in my life. He took me to dinner and dancing often, and with boyish wonder told me repeatedly how great I looked. After a couple of weeks, I had a difficult time picturing Barbara doing the things with him that I was doing. And I figured his cock was a bonus.
“Have you heard from Ivan at all?” he asked me over dinner one evening.
“Not a word.”
“I have talked to Barb on the phone, and she sounds happy. I didn’t think it was time to talk divorce with her, but I’m going to bring it up soon.”
Divorce: the final frontier. He was right, sooner or later I’d have to speak with Ivan.
After dinner, he went to shower. One thought of him and I got naked and followed. When I pulled the shower curtain aside, he looked at me and his dangling cock danced a two step and rose a bit. “Mind if I join you?” I said, and I heard the mischievous tone in my voice.
When he entered me, I kept thinking about what he told me when we first met; that he never had to work at wooing a woman, since his magnificent cock usually did the work for him. His cock hadn’t wooed me, but I’ll be damned if it didn’t fill me to the depth of my vagina much like the rest of him filled my psyche.
As I climaxed under the hot shower spray, I thought, this IS going to work out nicely, isn’t it?
Next season’s boat trips will be quite interesting.
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