Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Nautical, Naughty
Date: 28 Sep 1995 21:57:50 GMT

			 Nautical Naughtiness
			Enlivens Maiden Cruise
			for Yachting Swingers

	I am a twenty-one-year-old female who is married to one of our
many fine servicemen. I would like to tell you about an experience he
and I had when we were stationed in Oregon. It happened soon after we
became friends with a gentleman who owned a cabin cruiser. He offered
to allow us to stay on the boat for a week, provided that we cater the
cruise. We eagerly agreed.

	On the day of departure, my husband and I were up early to
prepare for the cruise.

	While I was in the galley, washing the champagne glasses, he
came in and told me that all the men and women on the cruise were
swingers, and that one of our stops would be a nudist beach. Now this
had always been one of my biggest fantasies and just the thought of it
made my cunt drool. Waiting for all the guests to arrive was pure
hell. The images that ran through my mind had me on the brink of
sexual madness.

	But the things I imagined were actually quite tame compared to
the actual events. Just as I began to think I would never last, the
captain and his party arrived. We greeted each guest with courtesy and
a good looking over. The last guest arrived just as we were about to
get under way. A buxom blonde who turned all heads, she wore a
conservative business suit - under which, we soon discovered, was the
tiniest bikini of all time.

	When we were finally heading away from the dock, much to my
delight, we all gathered in the galley and popped the champagne.

	As my husband and I were hired help, we could only hope for
some nice views of what happened.

	When we arrived at the nudist beach and dropped anchor, the
joints were brought out and the captain gave us permission to mingle
with the guests. My husband and I sat on a tiny bench with the sexy
blonde whose name was Didi. It was very crowded on the bench and Didi
somehow ended up between us.

	As we smoked and drank, Didi started complimenting my husband
on his physique. Pretty soon her hand was resting on my thigh.

	As she and my hubby talked, her hand moved up my leg to my
crotch. The realization that I was not wearing any panties seemed to
excite Didi a lot. Right in the middle of a sentence, she turned her
gaze to me and I melted. The look in her eyes was one of pure lust.

	As the conversation continued, so did her hand, right into my
already wet pussy. In no time, Didi's manipulations of my clit has me
on the brink of orgasm.

	It was about then that the others left for the beach. Only
Didi and we were still on the boat. Didi leaned over and whispered
something in my husbands ear. He nodded. She then turned and gave me a
hot kiss that would melt steel. At the same time she plunged her
finger deep into my cunt and I came with an earth-shattering
convulsion. She withdrew her hand then and, asking to be excused left
the cabin.

	When she returned, she took us each by the hand and led us to
the forward bedroom.

	As soon as we entered, Didi removed her bikini. Her breasts
were as large and firm as ripe cantaloupes, with half-dollar-size
nipples that just begged to be nibbled. I lowered my gaze and was
delighted to see that she shaved just as I do, leaving only a small,
well groomed bush. Her pubic hair matched her lovely blonde head and
her pussy glistened with love juices. Didi told me that I had the body
of a dancer and asked me to do a sexy number for her.

	My husband sat on the top bunk as Didi turned on the tape
player and sat on the bottom bunk. My body began to sway in time to
the music and I proceeded to peel away my clothing until only my
stockings, garter belt and heels remained. Didi then stopped the tape
and asked my permission to "explore newfound territory." I was so
excited that I could only nod in assent.

	Reaching out and pulling me to the bunk, she began running her
hands over my 34C breasts. My nipples immediately hardened. Didi
kissed and nibbled them until a low soft moan escaped from my parted
lips. Her hand then found my pussy and began another delicious
assault. She kissed her way from my breasts, across my stomach, to my
waiting cunt.

	As I writhed and groaned with delight, she played with her own
cunt as well as mine. My husband removed his clothes, meanwhile, and
jumped down from the top bunk to land between Didi's legs. He buried
his head into Didi's cunt and began tonguing it. In only two or three
minutes, Didi and I both came. My husband then entered Didi's drenched
pussy with his eight inch cock. She moaned with delight and resumed
her assault on my cunt. Again, both she and I came.

	My husband, having not yet relieved his engorged cock, moved
it to my mouth. I began to devour his entire shaft, and his moans grew
louder as I sucked harder and faster. Just as he was about to come, he
pulled away and his cock came out of my mouth with a loud pop. He
instructed Didi to lie with her snatch at the edge of the bunk. Then
he told me to get on my hands and knees with my face right at Didi's
snatch.

	When I was in the designated position, he entered me from
behind and, as we rocked together, my face kept getting closer and
closer to Didi's steaming cunt.

	Finally, unable to resist, I buried my face in her. She
squealed with delight and wrapped her legs around my neck. Her cunt
tasted as sweet as honey, and I had trouble catching every drop of
juice that spewed forth. We stayed in this position for what seemed
like an eternity, ultimately coming with squeals of pleasure.

	After the three of us had rested, we returned to the galley -
only to find an appreciative audience. The others had returned from
the beach and heard our lovemaking from one end of the boat to the
other. With the ovation of the guests ringing in our ears, my husband
and I turned with Didi and headed for the bedroom for an encore
performance... but that's another story.