Judy, Floating Still

(Judy, Afloat Part III)

 

By

Donna M.

 

 

Summer was here again, and that meant more fun cruises around the bay islands on Richie�s boat.  My husband and I have had an agreed upon cease-fire since last summer, and everything that went on after I stepped onto Richie�s yacht for the first time.  It was Ivan�s idea, but my hubby soon learned the magnitude of his mistake.  I came between the two brothers, Richie and Paul, an inevitable occurrence since I came a multitude of times with each of them separately on many of last summer�s swinging cruises.

You see, Richie and his wife Barbara were swingers.  The boat trips were excuses for a bunch of couples to get away and fuck around.  Ivan had heard too many stories and wanted to join in.  He convinced me last summer to go on a cruise with Richie and Barb.  I was reluctant at first; reluctant to be naked, never mind spouse swapping.  Richie�s brother Paul convinced me otherwise.   My libido had been resurrected on the boat under Paul�s tutelage, much to Ivan�s dismay, for we usually learn to be careful what we wish for.  I�d been afloat in my marriage, especially in bed, but being literately afloat had awakened something long dormant within me.

And then there was Richie himself.

Before the boat trips last summer, I never cared much for Richie.  To me he�d always been too loud and too brash.  He had the reputation of a master cocksman, and rumors abounded that he had the equipment for the job, being monstrously hung.  I had friends who lusted after him.  I wasn�t one of them. 

His brother Paul was a different story.  To me, he was the sensitive one, the quiet man a woman could be content with.  He had the looks, and a well-toned body, and I fell for his charms immediately as he drew me out of my shell on last summer�s first boat excursion.  As my husband joined the onboard revelry, Paul seduced me as a woman should be seduced.  His loving opened me up to a whole new level of orgasmic bliss.

It wasn�t until a later cruise�one Paul didn�t make�that Richie let his persona slip away for me to see the real man.  He revealed himself to be a kid at heart, and his dick was an extension of all the other �toys� he owned.  He admitted to me that being hung like he was had always been his way into a woman�s heart (via her vagina).  He confessed that he never really knew how to woo a woman, or love her for that matter, since his big dick did it for him.  He and Barb had a good friendship, a partnership, but it was hardly a marriage except on paper.

After we fucked that first time, Richie fell in love with me, claiming I was the first �real� woman who slept with HIM, and not just his cock.

So here I was; a new summer, with a jealous yet randy husband and two brothers lusting after me.  I couldn�t wait for the first cruise invitation of the sailing season.  I thought it was hilarious that Ivan didn�t get the invitation calls any more.

As the weekend approached, I said to my husband, �Barb called.  Are we going?�  He knew what I meant.

�Sure, why not.  Who else?�

�He didn�t tell me everyone, but the usual suspects will be on board�Paul and Megan of course, Carlos and Maria, Janet and Walt.  I bet Mike and Sondra will be coming too.  Who knows, maybe Big Jim and his wife�ll be back.�

�Yeah, that Rachel sure is a doozey.  I wonder if Tiffany will be back too.�

�You�d like that, wouldn�t you�some teen pussy?�

He knew better than to answer that question.

In the weeks leading up to the summer�s first cruise, Ivan and I had little sex.  I�d had some trysts with both Paul and Richie over the winter months, yet there was something about the salty air and ocean water�and naked bodies�that bumped my libido to new levels.

I still remember vividly that first cruise.  I�d been the only female in a one-piece suit.  I was the last to expose breasts and the last to get completely naked.  I was nervous as hell, jealous as hell, and figuring I made the biggest mistake of my life.  After all, Ivan was the one who wanted in on the shipboard revelry, and I was simply his ticket.  When I saw him and Barb and the others go below, I almost couldn�t take it.  Everything changed when Paul made his move.

When Ivan and I arrived at the marina and climbed aboard, Richie greeted us warmly, giving me a kiss.  His wife was already down to full bikini mode, though hers wasn�t �full� in the sense of material usage.  It barely covered her ample (and seriously augmented) charms.  Mike and Sondra were already there, as well as another couple, Josh and Alisa, who were introduced as Paul�s friends.  They looked like models for Mattel�Barbie and Ken in the flesh.

I asked Richie if Paul and Megan were coming.

His expression told me what I needed to know about the sibling rivalry.  �They�ll be along.  Paul�s always late for everything anyway.�

I raked my finger tips along his bare chest, and said, �Taking a long time to get somewhere isn�t always a bad thing.�

His facial expression changed when I ran my fingertips down his tight abdomen and over his swim shorts.  Ah, what a package the man had!

About ten minutes later Maria and Carlos arrived, followed soon thereafter by my friend Janet and her husband Walt, as well as Big Jim and his wife, Rachel.  No girls this time.  As soon as Janet was aboard she was all over Richie.  She wanted to be first in line.  Walt and Ivan likewise gravitated to Barbara.  I conversed with Carlos and his beautiful, bisexual wife, catching up on happenings since we last were together.  Where was Paul, I wondered, and Carlos knew I was wondering.

�I�m sure he and Megan will be here,� he said, as if reading my mind.

Maria chimed in, �They better be here!  I haven�t seen Megan in a while, and I heard she got some more ink, and she�s been over-the-top horny lately.�  Horny for women was what she meant, and didn�t have to say.

As soon as Paul and his wife arrived, Richie was ready to sail.  The big, motorized yacht purred effortlessly as Richie guided us away from the marina and out into the bay.  Soon, everyone was in bathing suits and showing lots of skin, knowing more skin would be on display later.  Richie talked about a small island, a different one than last summer, that a friend told him about and which he intended to �discover.�

�Aye, Columbus!� Mike shouted.  We all laughed, including Richie, while we opened beers and poured drinks.

�How�s my favorite sailor?� Paul said after walking up behind Maria, Carlos and me.

Maria laughed throatily and said, �Oh Paul, I didn�t know you felt that way about me,� and punched him playfully on the arm.

�You�re my wife�s favorite sailor,� he said, then looked at me and smiled.  We knew who he�d been talking about, so nothing more needed to be said on the subject.

Maria said, �Speaking of Megan, where did she go?�

�She�s below, changing into her new bikini.  The damn thing is more micro than her last one.  The cost per square inch of fabric was staggering, and I wish I�d never heard how much.�

Her timing was superb, since she appeared as soon as Paul finished talking.  I never thought Megan could get any skinnier, but here she was, except for her tattoos the body of a ten year old.  Paul chose the right word with micro.  Three tiny triangles and some floss.  She didn�t have much in the way of breasts; her top covering nipples and that was about it, and by the look of the fabric she�d had them pierced.  The new tattoos were vivid�diaphanously gowned angels and dragons were the highlight.  I�d have to ask her how much they�d hurt.

The cooler bay air slowed down the rush to toplessness, but eventually we got there.  As with my first cruise with Richie and Barb, I studied the group dynamics.  My husband, Mike and Walt were hovering around Barbara, while Janet and Sondra stuck to Richie at the helm.  I hung with Paul, Carlos, Maria and Megan.  Jim and Rachel were in deep conversation with the new couple, Josh and Alisa, probably regaling the younger couple with stories of their �free� lifestyle.  Regardless of how Barb drew the husbands to her like flies to shit, I was surprised the men didn�t hound Alisa.  She was a �10�; men�s magazine centerfold material.  Her long blond hair was beach-babe perfect.  Her waist was nipped enough that the Barbie paradigm truly did fit her.  Her breasts were firm looking, magnificent wonders.  Rachel was ogling them while I caught Maria doing the same from farther away.  Dynamics, indeed.

Probably in response to Maria�s distraction, Megan asked me �How do you like my piercing?� thrusting her nipple rings out to me.  She had the most unusual nipples, like mushroom caps, and now they were adorned too.

I said, �They�re perfect,� while touching each in turn.  I knew she�d like that, and she didn�t disappoint, giving me a responsive moan.  �The new tattoos are even more amazing.�

She beamed.  �I knew I liked you for a reason.�  Without warning or prelude, she kissed me, burying her tongue in my mouth while nestling her thin frame between my breasts.  Carlos and her husband Paul cheered her on.  I went with the flow.  Maria was quiet.  I never knew Megan �liked� me that much.  Her tongue still probing deep and her chest firmly encased between my breasts, she shuddered, making me wonder if she�d had a small orgasm.  Wouldn�t that be something?!

When she finally pulled her mouth away from mine, she whispered, �Feel me, Judy�feel me.�

I slid a hand under the patch of cloth that made up her thong bottom to find her soaked.  �Horny, I take it,� I whispered back.

�Oh God yes!� she muttered.  �It�s all Paul�s fault.  He kept on telling me how hot you were and how much he enjoyed you,� she whispered.  �Can I have you now?�

Paul was at my other ear.  �Go ahead.  She needs it,� he whispered.

Megan practically dragged me below under the staring eyes of everyone else.  I wasn�t really into other women, but she had flipped on a switch somewhere in me, getting me hot.  She pulled me toward the captain�s bed and immediately yanked down my bikini bottoms and went at me between my thighs.  I squirmed around on the bed until I could reach the string of her thong and untied it.  A little more squirming and we were sixty-nine, a colorful tattoo before my eyes and a shaved, dripping cunt before my lips.

She came first, with an ear-splitting howl, a full body shiver, and plenty of squirting girl-juice.  My orgasm wasn�t quite as dramatic as hers, but she seemed to take a lot of pleasure in it.

Sweaty and naked, we walked back up on deck to cheers.  I glanced toward Richie at the boat�s wheel in time to see Janet impossibly deep-throating his stupendous manhood, while Sondra rubbed her tits into his bare ass.  How he managed to concentrate while steering the boat was beyond me.

The unofficial signal for full nakedness wouldn�t come from Richie until we were well enough away from civilization.  However, Rachel and Jim were already au naturel in keeping with their naturist lifestyle, so Megan and I felt no urge to put our bottoms back on.  We were both handed new drinks, and mingled.

I caught Richie staring at me for a moment.  He smiled sheepishly when he saw me looking.  I understood the smile.  He had two women servicing him, but somehow he wished one of them was me.

�I have the feeling you�re gonna be making the rounds today,� Paul said to me when we were apart from the others.

�What exactly does that mean?�

�You know what it means,� he said, giving me a similar smile to his brother�s.

I leaned in close and rubbed my nipples against him.  �Sounds like you want me all to yourself.�

He snuck a subconscious look at Richie�one I couldn�t miss�and said, �That�s the general idea.�

I changed the subject.  �Has your wife been this hot and horny for a while?�

�Oh yes, and I haven�t been very successful in fucking her out of it.�

�You gonna try that on me?  Fucking me out of it?�

�By the looks of things, I may not be successful there either,� he said.  I caught him glancing Richie�s way again.

Just then, sounds drew my attention to the helm.  Richie had cum a prodigious load into the open mouths of his squealing groupies, Sondra and Janet.  Like I usually did on these cruises, I looked at the husbands to gauge their reaction.  A jealous look flashed across both Mike and Walt�s face.  Jealousy was always along for the ride, no matter what the participants claimed.  I didn�t need a crystal ball to predict Walt and Mike would blitz Barbara as sexual payback, not realizing it really didn�t matter very much to Richie.

Besides the two husbands, the other staring eyes belonged to Alisa.  The young blond was mesmerized by the sight of Richie�s cock.  Her husband must have known the score when they accepted the invitation, being friends with Paul and all, but by his facial expression he may not have known everything.  �Big Sis� Judy would educate him, like she herself had been educated last summer.

�Hi Josh.  Your wife�s very beautiful,� I said.

�Are you a lesbian?� he asked point blank while vaguely motioning toward Megan.

I sidled up close, rubbing against him.  �Why do you ask?�

�I�I dunno, maybe just trying to figure out where everyone stands.�

I chuckled, pushed my tits into his taut chest, and said, �On this boat, it�s where everyone lays, not stands that matters.�

Give him credit he didn�t mind me invading his space, though I knew he�d much rather get close to one of the younger, firmer shipmates.  �Will it really get as wild as Paul told me?�

I backed away a little.  No more teasing.  �It does get pretty wild.  Are you two into swinging?�

He actually blushed.  �A little.  My wife is quite�adventurous,� he muttered.  �I sorta go along for the ride.�

�That�s okay.  I�m sure you�ll have more than a few of us wanting that ride,� I said, running a hand over his well-defined pecs.  Josh�our very own Ken doll�will fit in nicely, I imagined.  Before walking away, I whispered in his ear, �Don�t let age get in the way.  See Rachel over there?  She may be the oldest, but she�s both a spinner AND a screamer.�  I left him pondering his options.

Richie, naked and with a small drop of spent semen at the tip of his dangling sausage, hollered that we were approaching our destination.  I looked but didn�t see anything but a smudge on the horizon.  Barb was sitting on Ivan�s lap; whether my husband�s dick was out and �working� I couldn�t tell. 

With everyone else lounging around in intimate twos or threes, Paul approached me.  �You know, I still get goosebumps looking at you, realizing how much you�ve changed since last summer.�

I gave him a small kiss.  �Maybe you�re the reason I changed.  On that first cruise it was like you took my virginity.�

�Now that creates an image of immediate arousal.�

�Taking my virginity?� I said.

�Can I do that today?  Be your first?�

His words, the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes; my crotch grew damp, and I felt a trickle on my bare thigh. �Yes,� I answered in a suddenly husky voice.  I would be sure to honor his request, basically beginning this cruise all in the family.

Speaking of his family, Megan was the meat in a Maria and Rachel sandwich.  They were lounging near the back of the boat (the stern? I never can get those nautical terms straight) with lips and fingers well occupied.  That was the only current action going on as Richie guided us toward the island, which was now recognizable as such.  Carlos, Jim and Mike were watching the intertwined ladies.  Jim�s extra-thick cock was noticeably erect, poking from the nest of his equally thick pubic hair.  Janet and Walt had cornered Josh and Alisa, probably negotiating a swap, or perhaps a foursome.  Barb was still on Ivan�s lap, though the question of whether they were fucking no longer remained unanswered.  Sondra was sitting Indian-style at Richie�s feet.  I bet you can guess where her eyes were looking.  That left Paul and I alone, as things naturally should have been.

�You do know that Richie�s in love with you, right?� Paul said.

�That can�t be,� I replied. �He�s got Barbara, and he can pretty well have any girl he wants with that dick of his.�

�You�re not �any girl,� and I can attest to that.�

�Why wait, you fool.  Kiss me like you want to,� I said, and he never hesitated, taking me in his arms and kissing me as frantically as his wife had done earlier.  His finger slid between my labia and he moaned softly, discovering the moisture of my arousal.  We had no pretext for modesty.  I hadn�t touched him, but knew somehow he�d be erect and ready for me.  I grabbed the railing at the edge of the boat (does this have its own name too?) and after ditching his shorts, Paul entered me from behind.  Oblivious to everyone else aboard, including my husband�especially my husband�I rocked my ass back to meet each of his muscled thrusts.  My moans grew in intensity until I was screaming.

�Take it!  Take it!  Take it�� I yelled over and over, alluding to the imaginary virginity he wished he had taken from me, until the sound waves of my orgasmic bellow travelled over the open water, echoing across the waves.

I shuddered so much from my own climax, I never felt him cum.  However, a river of semen dripping down my thighs was my indication he had.  We drew an ovation from the spectators, though Maria and Rachel were not among them, at the moment being lost in their own orgasmic delight.  I wasn�t the shy, hesitant woman of a year ago, I pondered.  I�d had sex twice before Carlos, Jim and Walt even got their dicks wet.

�Will someone quit screwing around and help me set anchor?� Richie yelled out.  It was aimed at his brother, and I couldn�t miss the jealousy-fueled acrimony in his voice.  Instead of Paul, Ivan and Mike bounded over to help Richie.  Paul watched them, an acerbic half-smile on his face.

From the boat, this island didn�t look any different than the one we visited last summer; rocks and trees in abundance, with a small sandy beach.  We weren�t anchored as close to this one as the last.  Richie must know enough about the water�s depth not to take any chances.

While Carlos and Mike got the big inflatable raft ready, Richie gave everyone the option of swimming over or waiting for transport.  Because of the distance and the amount of chop, several took longer to decide, while a few, like Rachel, Walt, and Maria, dove straight overboard and began swimming.  I thought it humorous that no couple chose to swim.  Carlos asked with a chuckle if there were any sharks in these waters, probably uneasy since his wife was one of the swimmers.

�No.  No sharks,� Richie said with a broad grin.  There was still something unreal about seeing Richie naked like he was, so casual about having his long manhood bobbing and dangling as he moved.  I noticed Alisa and Sondra couldn�t take their eyes off him.  Maybe I couldn�t either.  I decided to swim.  Let the rest work.

The swimmers huddled on the shore, watching as the first ferry of people and supplies moved away from the boat.  It took a few trips, but soon we were all on the island and setting up for cooking and partying.  Those still in suits got naked.  More drinks were passed around and imbibed.  The men made a fire pit and set a grill above it.  Meat came out of coolers and the wonderful smell of grilling meat began wafting over us.  Our appetite for food quelled our appetite for sex only so long.  Sitting next to Paul as his hands explored my body, I watched Josh and Alisa in deep discussion.  I hoped this cruise didn�t mess them up, though he�d said they were swingers.

After we ate, the group succumbed to the natural pull of attraction and began pairing off.  Of course it wasn�t all �pairing.�  Regardless of my husband�s lust for Barbara, she seemed to have something for the big dude.  Jim and Barb became the first to begin.  Richie was like the guy at the supermarket deli counter�pick a number.  Janet and Sondra wanted to be first, but smart Richie decided to give Alisa a taste.  With a beach blanket in hand, they slipped off between the trees.  I noticed the wives weren�t the only disappointed souls, since both Walt and Mike glumly watched Richie walk away with the young lady they had coveted all day.

On the sandy beach, a blur of bodies entwined.  Rachel was getting DP�ed by Ivan and Carlos, and I saw the sideshow of Maria and Megan in their separate, Sapphic joy.  To the left of where I was sitting, the couples of Janet/Walt and Sondra/Mike had swapped and were side-by-side, with each man banging the other�s wife.

The trio of me, Paul and Josh remained on the sidelines.  I reached out and took Josh�s hand and asked if he was okay.  �I guess so,� was his forlorn reply.

Paul offered his advice to �get in the game.�  He asked, �Who do you want?  Whichever woman floats your boat, go get her.�

I joined in on the advice by saying, �Yeah, a stud like you could have whoever you want.�

Josh proved to be a very candid guy.  �Maria�s a babe, but it�s clear she prefers women.  Actually, I�d rather fuck her husband, but that ain�t gonna happen.�

�You�re gay?� I asked, remembering how he�d asked me if I was a lesbian.

�Kind of.�

Paul said, �I guess �kind of� means you�re bisexual, and that may make something like this uncomfortable.  And I must say that you won�t find a non-straight guy among this crew, though if anyone may experiment, and not care what the rest of us think, it�s Carlos.  You may as well try.  Might take your mind off what your wife�s doing.�

�Thanks for reminding me,� Josh said, though we all heard her orgasmic cries echo through the trees.  Richie was doing Alisa good.

�I�m not into men either, but you do have a great body, and so far you�ve failed to notice how unbelievably smokin� hot this woman is that�s sitting next to you,� Paul said, grinning.

Honest to goodness, Josh looked at me, like he took what Paul said as a command.  �I�m sorry, Judy.  You are great looking, and like, seeing you two on the boat�you seem to really like to fuck��

I moved closer and palmed his cock.  �I do, Josh.  I love sex.  I bet a woman�s ass can feel just as good as a man�s.�  Unbelievably, I just offered to take him anally.  His cock was responding.  We kissed, and Paul took that opportunity to discreetly rise and leave us alone.  I went down on Josh, and his groans and epithets told me I was doing a good job.  His cock rigid and leaking pre-cum, I pushed him to the ground and mounted him, riding cowgirl in a frenzy of bouncing motion.  In less than a minute, he pushed me off, spun me onto my stomach in the grass, and with some spittle lubrication entered my anus.  I knew that many women hate anal sex, but I�m not one of them.  I used a finger on my clit while he pounded into me.

Between moans, I murmured, �Please, I want to see you��

I got him to stop his rhythm long enough for me to roll onto my back, pull him between my legs, put my ankles on his shoulders, and urge him back inside my asshole.  Maybe the narcissism alone did it; having this handsome young stud with his rippling muscles banging into me, regardless of the orifice, got me to cumming.  And cumming.  And screaming. 

When he was done, he fell beside me on the ground and thanked me.  �This is a No Thanks Zone,� I told him.  �We have fun, we have sex, and just let things happen the way they were meant to happen.  No need for thank yous or sorries.�

�I�m sorry,� he said.  His mirthful expression told me he was kidding.  I liked this guy.  I hope he gets what he really wants, if not today, then someday.

When Richie and Alisa rejoined the group, she was glassy-eyed and walking funny.  Richie�s big dick had a way of doing that to a woman.  I knew.  The day was waning, sexual appetites were fulfilled (for the moment), and so we cooked some more food and took care of our other appetites.  Janet was the first to begin bugging Richie for a turn.  The other women wanted him too, but he begged off, saying he was tired and that they should check with the men for getting their needs met.  Sondra, Janet and Rachel were particularly unhappy with his stance.  Barbara and I were more puzzled than anything else.

I watched as Barb and Alisa fell into a deep conversation.  About Richie?  The others were congregated into two groups, lounging around in post-coital languor and talking.  I sat alone, Josh having left my side, trying to get close enough to Carlos to make a proposal.  In my thoughts, I wished him luck.

It took a while for the subject of Alisa�s and Barb�s to become manifest. Alisa walked among the group, collected the men as Barbara urged them all on.  Paul, Mike, Walt, Jim, and my husband walked down to the water�s edge on our little sandy beach, following animated Alisa, and probably her wafting pheromones.  She was about to get gang-banged, and it made me wonder if she�d done this sort of thing before.  Barbara, who it seemed readily enjoyed that sort of thing, must have been providing advice.  What surprised me most was the twinge of jealousy I felt seeing Paul join in.  Wow, I had to watch myself there!

What was this, round three or four?  Alisa was in stiff dick heaven.  The ladies, led by Maria, were beginning a lick fest.  When I realized Carlos had not joined the other men, I looked around the clearing but didn�t see him.  I didn�t see Josh either.  Good for him, I thought.

Barbara watched the gang-bang attentively, and provided a secondary outlet for any man who was too impatient.  The unoccupied people were just Richie and I, so naturally Richie walked over to sit next to me and watch all the fun.

I asked, �Really, too tired to service your harem?  Was Alisa that draining?�

His loveable, boyish grin was ear-to-ear.  �Maybe I�m getting too old for this.�

�Bullshit!  I don�t believe that thing will ever get old.  Viagra some day, maybe, but still in action.�

We both laughed heartily.  That�s when he put his arm around me like a boyfriend would do at the movies.  �You found me out.  I�m saving myself for you,� he said.  �My brother can�t have you all to himself.�

�What about Ivan?�

�Your husband doesn�t deserve you.  He sniffs my wife�s pussy or sees her tits and he forgets all about you.  I don�t.�

�Not even when you were screwing Alisa silly?�

�Maybe not so silly,� he said, pointing to where the gang-bang was in full swing.  The noise that girl can make!

�God damn it!� he sputtered.  �I can�t go a day without thinking of you�YOU!�

�You can�t mean that.�

His magnificent specimen of a cock had stiffened considerably by the time he took me into his arms and kissed me.  I felt its length insinuate itself between us, poking me high above my navel.  I had prior knowledge, but once more I realized, by God, his dick was huge!  When I eventually slid its head between my lips, he was as hard as I�d seen him.  He let me suck on him for a while, then pulled me to my feet and holding my hand, led me into the island�s woods.  Along the way we heard grunts, and I swear it was Carlos who cried out he was cumming.

�Call me Adam,� Richie said when we stopped at a small grassy clearing.  Ocean sounds drifted through the trees.  Birds sang, but for all intents and purposes we were alone in the world.

�And I�m Eve,� I responded, falling onto my back and pulling him down between my splayed legs.  I gasped involuntarily when he slid most of his length into me, right to my womb, in one thrust.  �Fuck me, Adam.� I cried.  �Fuck me�make a baby.�

What made me say that was beyond comprehension, but somehow it really spurred him on.  Richie was a fucking machine, and almost immediately I was having the orgasm of my life.  There was no beginning or end for this climax, it just WAS.

�Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!�

No wonder Alisa had been walking funny.  I would in the morning after this assault on my cervix.

Call it a sixth sense, for even though he remained silent, I knew he was about to cum.  I held on tightly and repeated the inane idea, �Make a baby�fill me up!�

Christ, did he!

Spent, we remained in the tall grass.  Mostly silent, he did reiterate what he felt about me.  �In a different universe, I�d divorce Barb and marry you.�

That would indeed be in another dimension, and he knew it even as he said it.  I didn�t need to reply.

When we walked back to the others, there was no hiding what we�d done.  Paul scowled at me, as if he alone had a claim.  Carlos and Josh had returned, and I didn�t see any scowls or raised eyebrows aimed at their coupling.  Ivan, who usually didn�t care as long as he got his, seemed to be upset too.  It was now my turn not to care.

Before we packed up to go back to the boat, Rachel and Megan had one more go at each other. The two petite women sure were enthusiastic pussy lickers, and a glance toward Maria, who was breathing heavily, confirmed she felt left out.  The much older Rachel still had the body and the stamina to keep up with the younger ones, plus her openness and sense of freedom helped loosen me up too, I realized then.  The young couple, Alisa and Josh, appeared dazed but probably for different reasons.  I wondered if the gang-bang had been what she thought it would be, and I wondered if Josh�s tight ass had gotten more than he bargained for from Carlos.  Whether they were on Richie�s next cruise or not would provide the answer.

Like a repeat of last year, I stuck around on the island with Richie to help with the loading and ferrying.  Only this time, Paul stayed back too.

�Are you keeping an eye on me, or your brother?� I asked Paul when we were alone for a few moments.

�You, of course.  What do I need to watch my brother for?�

�The same reason�me.�

�You think I�m jealous?�

�You�re the one bringing it up,� I said.  I leaned closer to him, wanting the conversation to become more intimate than it had been so far.  �Have you ever had a threesome�share a woman with Richie?  Maybe that�s what I�ll want next time.  You do want to please me, don�t you?�

Whatever Paul would have said got stuck in his throat.  I would have paid a bundle to be able to read his mind then.  Paul took the last raft-load back to the boat.  That left Richie and I alone on the island.  Again.

�What were you two talking about?� Richie asked.

I didn�t directly answer him, instead saying, �He�s jealous of you, you know.�

�Yeah, I know.  We�ve had words.�

�Fighting over me?�

�Something like that.�

�Don�t,� I said.  �Neither of you can have me.  I�m not a toy for you two to be fighting over.  I like you both�and maybe it�s love�but life isn�t that simple, so don�t fight over me.  You both can share.�

We kissed, and when our lips separated, he said, �Adam thinks we should swim back.  What do you think, Eve?�

�You know, I like this Adam and Eve shit.  This island could be our Eden.  Maybe next time we�ll come back here and pretend again.  After all, the serpent is here to tempt me,� I said, palming his marvelous cock.

As we swam back to the boat, I realized that what I liked about these excursions wasn�t just sex.  I enjoyed the nudity, the freedom of swimming naked like this, without a care in the world.  Maybe Rachel�s attitude was rubbing off on me.  I let my mind wander, reflecting on how I wasn�t having any more of those �rape� dreams.  I looked across at Richie swimming beside me, and thought about finding myself caught between the two brothers.

Back on board, Richie occupied himself with preparing for our return voyage.  Carlos helped him.  The rest of us lounged around, with a few having that last beer.  Walt was making a play for Alisa�one for the road, so to speak.  Just being close to the babe, he was rigid.  She wasn�t buying. 

I found it ironic that even after fulfilling our fantasies for another summer day only one couple was now together.  Jim had his arm around Rachel and they were talking and laughing, perhaps reminiscing of good times beyond today�s ephemeral gratification.

For some reason I couldn�t fathom, since he hadn�t approached me all day, and he knew how I felt about him, Janet�s husband Walt decided to make a play for me before we headed back.  I wasn�t rude, nor did I push him away, but he didn�t get my hints and kept pawing me while spewing bad pick-up lines.  I saw Paul walking toward us, but Ivan blocked his approach and said, �Not this time.  She�s my wife.�

Ivan turned to Walt and with a crooked smile said to him, �C�mon friend.  Can�t you see she�s done for the day, and not interested?�

I imagined a fight, but Walt glumly realized his defeat and slinked away, looking for Janet.

�Thank you, honey,� I said, patting the seat next to me, now empty.

Ivan sat beside me, putting his arm around me much as Jim had done with his wife.  �I haven�t told you today how much I love you.  I do, you know.�  When he saw the skeptical look that must have been on my face, he added, �I know, I know, swinging with all these people may be a funny way to show it, but trust me, I love you.�

�You�d rather have me than Barbara?�

�Of course, and I bet Richie feels the same way.�

�Holy shit, you HAVE been paying attention!� I proclaimed.

�Getting you onto these cruises wasn�t just to get my rocks off�fulfill my fantasies.  I wanted you to open up, get out of the rut I put you in, fulfill your fantasies too.  And looking at you now I know I succeeded.  You�re one hot woman, and as soon as we get home, I want to make love to you in the proper fashion, in our marriage bed.�

The group was spent, not a single sex act occurred while Richie piloted us home.  One by one we donned our bathing suits and got ready to return to the civilized though far less sensual world

�Why didn�t you say something earlier?� I said to Ivan.

�And spoil his fun?� he said, motioning toward Paul.  �You know, you�ll have to do something about those two before they kill each other over you.�  Obviously, I knew who he was talking about.

I looked at him, smiled and said, �Next cruise.�

 

Donna M.

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