What Happens on the Boat Pt. 02

(Probably should check out "What happens on the boat, Pt. 1, before you read this...)

After five solid hours of debauchery (the French term for fucking and sucking) on a huge cabin cruiser, we were back on our friend's big sailboat and heading home, with more than 100+ miles of gulf to cover at 5 or 6 knots.

I'm Bill. My wife is Marilyn, early 50's, sexually adventurous. She's bi, I'm working on it. Swinging together for the last four years, since we met. The other couple, John, 60'ish owns the boat, Linda,50'ish girlfriend. He runs marathons for fun and is a blue water sailor. She is long-legged and an athletic blonde, no tan lines.

We'd just visited that bigger boat from Biloxi, a 60' cabin cruiser with three very horny couples. We were sexually exhausted from taking multiple new partners that afternoon. We were still nude, but showered off, the girls still dripping cum as I stuck my finger in my wife for a taste.

"Yummy" I said, "That is a new flavor, isn't it?"

John said, "I think that's mine!" and Linda stuck a finger into Marilyn, coated her finger, and tasted "That's John alright; I know that flavor anywhere!" Marilyn had at least three men come in her pussy in the last few hours and two of us in her mouth, and another woman started working on the cream pie.

With everyone smiling, I told folks I was heading to the bow cabin for a nap before I took the 9-midnight watch. Kissed Marilyn and grabbed my shorts off the deck. I could hear them chatting as I drifted off.

A warm body and tender arms wrapped around me in a few hours. "This is nice" Linda said. It was dark, I was full-on awake, as she was licking my neck (always gives me chills) and reaching around, grabbing my cock and balls in one hand, with a tender squeeze. "Marilyn said you liked to wake up like this". And I just gave a moan and smiled. She continued to roll on top of me, still nude. We had yet to have sex, but she was changing that and just dropped down on my erection and started riding. My cock was a little tender, but after 5-7 minutes we had pretty much a mutual orgasm. Hers first, mine in a few more strokes. "Must be my watch" I mumbled, as I rolled over, my cock still dripping, grabbed a shirt and shorts, gave her a quick peck, and headed to the cockpit.

"Cockpit" was accurate. Marilyn was on her knees, a greedy woman with John's cock down her throat. She has excellent skills in that department.

"Hey kids, don't let me interrupt things..." They got themselves together, she kissed me long and hard with the flavor of Johns cock on her lips and tongue, a quick "Love you" as she headed below. John briefed me as I put on a life vest and clicked on a safety line (Gotta have 'em for night watches). Nothing showing on the radar of any interest, the weather was good, and in a couple of minutes, Marilyn starts moaning from the captain's cabin, right below the helm. And then some thumping. When having sex, she was inspirational. You wanted to please her, and the more you gave, the more she wanted. The noise continued for 15-20 minutes or so and slacked off. Quiet on the water. Lots of stars out.

I stayed awake, with little or nothing to do until after midnight, the boat on auto-pilot, and Linda had the watch, so I went forward to wake her. Bunk was empty. The head was empty, but the captain's queen-sized bed was full of people.

Linda on the closest side, so I gave her the same wake up with a tongue in the ear and talking dirty "Hey sailor, wanna fuck" and she gave a small moan, opened her eyes, disentangled from John & Marilyn, and I went back topside.

She came up with her shirt and shorts in-hand. Nothing to brief, we were just twenty miles closer to home. She snapped on the life jacket and safety line, dropped down to the swim platform and peed into the gulf. I joined her.

I was damn near exhausted, and a full 6 hours of sleep, with or without anyone, would be bliss.

Again, no alarm clock, no phone calls waking you up. Just sun through an open porthole and sadly, no company.

I tugged on the same cum-stained shorts and sweat-stained t-shirt from yesterday. Grabbed a soda from the cooler and was thinking of a huge breakfast. My wife at the helm, no one else awake yet. We kissed and she requested a bloody mary, extra vodka and the spicy V8. She went to pee off the swim platform and then climbed back up.

We chatted, and she started detailing the sex with John and then Linda last night. "You would think he was fucked out, but that Cialis was still working. The head I gave him up here got it started, and he had me face down and ass up within a couple of minutes of getting in bed. Normal size cock, but he's got his own pacing, and hell, I had three or four orgasms before he popped off. And then Linda comes in, licks up his cock while we were making out, and then she goes down on me and between her tongue and fingers, just cleaned me out. Wanna taste?"

As she fingered herself for a minute and produced a finger clean of any other men. We heard clanking in the kitchen and smelled bacon and biscuits in a few minutes. You do work up an appetite at sea or in an orgy, and we did both.

It was after nine before breakfast was done, John predicting we would make the dock about 4 as we steered closer to the wind, and it filled the genoa, (big sail at the front) and our speed picked up. I was back on the foredeck, sunny side, nude and doing some more reading while getting tan. The girls did likewise, John turned up the music, and we were in heaven. "Hey Bill" John shouted, "guess who's turn?" It was noon, he woke me up, my skin tingling from the sun, and I headed back to the wheel to give him a break. I knew he would handle the bay and docking, So I would be on watch when we spotted land.

He went below for his nap, and in a while, both the girls came back, sitting on either side, under the cover of the Bimini top, both still nude and Marilyn said, "Great weekend, huh?" "Amazing is the only word I can find" I replied.

We all chatted, and then she dropped the bomb "Linda is looking for a place to stay for a few weeks, while she's changing apartments. Can she use the guest room?"

"Of course, no problem, happy to have her" was my automatic response. "Not that she will be in the guest room too much, since we have room in our bed" was Marilyns rejoinder! "If that's okay with you..." It was a statement, not a question.

"Does this change things with John?" I asked. Linda said, "We do Friday thru Sunday, and have our own lives the rest of the week. I'll tell him later" (news to me).

"When does she move in?" I asked. Then Marilyn telling me "We're gonna swing by her place for a few boxes on the way home."

This was a sudden and delightful surprise. As yet, we had the quickie the night before, a blow job and a tongue in my ear from her. I also remembered we would need fresh sheets on the bed at home.

We remained nude until I spotted the tall condo towers on the beach, and reluctantly got dressed, waited until we got in the channel before we woke John with a spray of a cold beer, and in another hour, he smoothly brought the boat back to the dock. We unloaded and offered John to help with putting the boat to bed, washing down the decks, clearing out the fridge, but we got shore power and water plugged in, and he announced he was staying on the boat tonight. Hugs and kisses and many thanks for an amazing weekend.

We had 15 minutes to get to Linda's place, and she grabbed her stuff and her car, and Marilyn rode along with directions. I hit the grocery store for fried chicken for dinner, since we had been gone a couple of nights, and called the pet sitter for another night before we picked up our animals. I backed the car into the garage, and they pulled in a couple of minutes later, while I was unloading.

They grabbed a couple of boxes and a suitcase and her "boat bag" into the guest room and fetched a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses as I closed the garage door and made my last trip to the laundry room. They were at opposite ends of the couch, popping the tops on their Blue Moons as I sat across with a soda and enjoyed the newly tanned and sweaty look they were sporting. As natural as you could make it. (and that's sexy in my book.)

"First off Linda, welcome, happy to have you aboard. Darling, great suggestion, and I picked up some fried chicken. What's next, a shower?"

Marilyn responded, "Great idea-Linda, we have the guest bath, or the extra-large shower in our bathroom, your choice."

Linda smiled and shyly asked, "The big shower? Could I get someone to wash my hair?"

"Bill can do that" Marilyn said with a smile, and I smiled at her suggestion. After a little hand-held spray on the boat, I cranked up both shower heads, the rainfall and the spray nozzle that hits all sorts of tender places. Warmed up, Marilyn brought Linda in, grabbed a towel, and we all just dropped our clothes and stepped in. I realized in a hot second "Holy crap" and went to move the suction cup dildo that was stuck on the back wall of the enclosure. It was set for Marilyns pussy, so all she had to do was soap it up, and back up, and get that soap in deep! Linda exclaimed "Wow, toys in the shower" and grabbed it, checking for firmness. I grabbed her face and got in a serious kiss. The long, slow, and now very wet kind of kiss that uses your lips and tongue and your hands are pulling her head closer.

We broke off, and I said, "That's your official welcome," and Marilyn was leaning against the front wall, saying "That's how we roll around here!"

I grabbed the big bottle of shampoo, and went to work on her long blonde hair, and Marilyn grabbed the body scrub and started on Lindas front and worked her way down. We rinsed Linda off, then turned her around, so I could scrub her back and she could wash down Marilyn.

"How do you work your toy?" Linda asked, and Marilyn jumped in "Hand me the bar of soap" and then turned to use it on the dildo and then turned again and backed against it, right into her well-used pussy. "Uhhhh" was the only sound she put out, getting things in deep. I knew she would be a little sore. One of the guys on the boat was swinging what looked to be 9 inches, and the boat owner's horny wife had a double ended dildo she uses on every first-time visitor. She backed in, then pulled away from the wall, and pushed in again.

"That's hot" said Linda, echoing the hotel heiress who made a fortune playing a bimbo. She moved closer to Marilyn, tilting Marilyns face into her shaved slit, and Marilyn responded with her tongue extended.

Now I wasn't just sitting back and enjoying the view. I was reaching around and massaging Linda's athletic and firm 36C's, and tugging on the nipples, plus a twist or two, and that along with the tongue action brought out a deep moan, like the one I heard the night before. I brought one hand back around, swiping my fingers across that same bar of soap that Marilyn had used and went sliding into Lindas ass, providing a bit more stimulation. And that's what did it! In a couple of minutes, it was an overwhelming orgasm. Linda gasped, moaned loudly, squirted into Marilyns mouth, then released Marilyns head, and slowly dropped to the floor. I was holding her vertically as she collapsed. (And this is while the shower was still running!) Marilyn pulled herself off the dildo on the shower wall, and I turned to shut off the water. She reached out for towels, and I kept Linda's head off the shower floor and made sure she was breathing.

We started drying her off with the towels, and she came back around, somewhat embarrassed, or maybe just sheepishly, looked up at both of us, nude, dripping wet and saying "Wow, THAT never happened before! I think I'm going to like it here!"

And she did.

There were other sailing adventures, and a party at the hunting camp to talk about... but until now, only three of us knew what happened in the shower.

Your comments are welcome!