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Love, Is
We'd been through our wild phase; group sex, role playing, bondage, water sports. He'd had his cock in my mouth, ass, cunt, gripped in my tight fist and even between the soles of my feet. I'd stood back and watched as he made love to another woman. He'd stroked his cock while I made love to another woman and to another man. We went through a period of fucking in public, in movie theaters, by the river, once I slid his cock through his fly and lifted my skirt taking him inside me as we rode a very crowded subway durring a New York rush hour.
It's not that we'd made a concious decision to settle down nor had we ruled out any wild adventures in the present or future should the opportunity present itself. It was more that we'd satisfied what seemed like and insatiable hunger for the new. Our sex life was still wonderful and talking about what we'd done or fantasizing about what we hadn't was a delightful part of our foreplay.
That we'd gotten older, finished school in my case, embarked on a career in his, certainly played a role in the taming of our nymphomaniac behaviors. I was happy with my sex life and my life in general. I cherished the memories of the wild times we had, while enjoying wondering when the crazed beasts within us would make another visit.
Robert was restless, usually a sign that I could expect a seduction attempt. I was lost in a book, trying to stay awake but slowly losing the fight. His hand slid onto my stomach. His lips kissed my neck and jaw. I smiled and gave him a light kiss, a sure sign that I wasn't likely to be seduced. He pet my stomache slowly and pressed up against me.
"You know sweet, there is one fantasy we never fulfilled." he whispered.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked, as I kept my eyes on my book so as not to encourage him too much.
"On our honeymoon, on the boat."
We'd really kicked our sexual explorations into high gear while on that cruise. After too many drinks I'd flirted with our waiter, and Robert shocked me by inviting the waiter to join us in our room after his shift. Robert danced with me, feeling me up, whispering in my ear, as I trembled with excitement and fear at heading back to our room. We had talked about having a threesome before, but that was pillow talk, something to get us hot and worked up. Now I was hot and flush at the thought of actually going through with what seemed like a most extreme fantasy. But, we were on a boat, full of strangers, in a world that didn't seem to exist in the same universe as the one we actually lived in. Anything we did here may as well have been done in a dream. Such were the thoughts that danced in my head as the clocked ticked away the minutes until I had to face up to my fears and lusts.
"It's time, if you want to do this." He gave me the chance to back out. I just looked at him and bit my lip. I couldn't bring myself to say it, but I wanted it to happen.
We arrived back at the room and I changed into in sexy black slip, a valentines day gift from my sweetheart, leaving on my stocking and high heels. I saw myself in the mirror and I felt sexy. I was beginning to doubt the handsome young man would even show up. He probably gets propositioned by attractive women all the time, ones without husbands hanging around. The knock at the door sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.
Peter was our server and I stood in the middle of the room as he entered. Robert shut the door and poured three glasses of wine. Just his being there, and my knowing why he was there was making me unbearable hot. I felt like a cat in heat as my new husband sipped his wine slowly and let the anticipation build. Peter seemed unsure of what was going on and waited for us to give him some sign that he wasn't just being toyed with.
"Peter, my wife would like very much for you to fuck her. And if it's okay with you, I would like to watch, and I immagine, before we're done, I will join in. Does this sound agreeable to you?"
Peters breath quickened and I realized he was as nervous as I was. We stared at each other, his pale green eyes locked on mine as he answered my husband. "Yes."
It was now or never. I stood and walked around the low table to the stanger seated in our room. I stradled his lap and kisssed him deeply. I could feel his cock hard in his black pants, and I pushed against it as he slid his tongue over my lips. I gripped his hair on the back of his head and kissed harder. I was hot and ready to devour this treat. The fear had been a wonderful part of the build up but it was gone now, in it's place a feverish lust that was growing hotter and stronger.
Peter's hands ran from the small of my back, over my ass, down my thighs and back as I kissed him and pushed harder against the lovely rock hard bulge in his lap. I wanted his hands all over me, and so I leaned back giving him room to bring his hands to my belly and breasts. He slid his hands beneath my slip and I absolutely purred as he pet from the top of my panties to my belly to my ribs finally arriving at my breasts which he cupped in his hands and massaged. Seeing him staring at me I decided to give him what he wanted. I stood and lifted my slip over my head. I was now in my black satin panties with thigh high black stockings and high heel shoes.
I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, teasing him and feeling his eyes on me almost as intensely as I'd felt his hands. My hand slipped into my panties and I slid on finger between the plump, swollen lips of my wet, hot pussy. Turning and strutting toward the bed I saw that Robert was now seated on the small couch, running his hand over the hard on in his pants as he watched us.
I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned peter to join me, he still had on too, too many clothes. He stood between my knees and I unbottoned his shirt. His body told me he'd taken advantage of the nice gym aboard this boat. I kissed his firm stomach and gently bit along his ribs as I undid the button on his pants. I looked up at him as I unzipped his pants, slowly. I kept his gaze as I pushed down his pants, then my eyes headed south, over his lanky, muscular body stopping at the delightful site of his hard cock captured in his blue briefs. I stroked his cock through the material and heard him moan. I teased him with my mouth, breathing through the cotton on his balls, on his shaft, on the head of his cock before reaching in and freeing his lovely prick at last.
I let the band of his briefs press behind his balls as I took him into my mouth. His cock was slightly smaller than my husband's but smooth and hard and lovely. His shaft was a bit wider just before the head and I imagined that would feel lovely as he entered me.
I licked his cock from balls to tip, long slow ligs, moving my tounge ever so slightly left and right. I kissed the head of his cock and circled it with my tongue. I was giving head as much for my husband's viewing pleasure as for Peters. Not that I wasn't getting a bit of pleasure out if myself. Gripping his cock at the base I started to suck him off deeper and faster now as I slid my free hand into my panties to slide a finger forward and back along my wet cunt.
"I'm going to cum." He warned me. I looked him in the eye and squeezed the base of his cock with steady pressure not touching him elsewhere. I was close to coming myself and it was hard to resist the urge to just swallow him right then.
I crawled backwards onto the bed. Laying back I returned my hand to my pussy and Peter watched as I fingered myself inside my panties. He removed his clothes the rest of the way and stepped around to the side of the bed, petting me as I touched myself. My husband then approached the other side of the bed, also naked and I had four hands exploring my body, cupping my breasts, pincing my nipples, gliding over my belly, thighs, shoulders, knees. My panties were pulled off of me and my hands places above my head. It must have been Robert's hand between my legs. Only he could've known me so well. I started to cum and the petting intensified. I moaned and uttered and "Oh, god!" or two as Robert's fingers worked expertly over my pussy and Peter's pinched both of my nipples. I came hard and sharp. I knew I was on the edge of more.
"I want your cocks, now." I insisted. I took my place on all fours on the bed, sideways. I would suck Robert's cock and Peter who was now unrolling a pink condom over his lovely cock would fuck me from behind. Robert's prick was in front of my face now and I was in no mood to tease. I grabbed his cock around the base and took him in my mouth. As I sucked my husband's cock I felt Peter pusing against my pussy. He moved his hips with me as I attempted to take him fast and deep. He held my hips and he gave me what I wanted, but slowly, excrutiatingly slowly. I stroked my husband with my hand as Peter's shallow thrusts grew deeper. "Oh yes. Fuck me. Oh Peter, fuck me hard." He continued his method until he was in me all the way. His cock felt huge in my tight, ready to cum pussy. I let him know, "Oh god Peter, you feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me Peter."
Robert, watching his wife getting fucked while she stroked his cock was ready to shoot and I could tell he was holding off. His steady breathing, the careful paced thrusts of his hips. I was starting to cum again and I was ready for Robert. "I'm cumming. Oh, I'm cumming." I stroked harder and I felt Robert's warm cum his my shoulder and then my breast. I continued stroking his shaft as he came on my neck.
With Robert cumming hard in my hand and Peter groaning, obviously on the verge behind me I was riding a lovely rolling wave of orgasms. When Peter pushed into my hard, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me the wave crested again and I screamed. "OH GOD YES! OH FUCK, YES, YES!"
When Peter slid out of me I collapsed onto the bed. Robert returned with a warm rag and lovingly wiped his cum from my neck and chest and hands as Peter got dressed. The thought of sleeping with a lovely naked man on each side of me was wonderful, and I invited Peter to stay, but he said he had to get up early and he figured we'd want to sleep in. He took his leave and Robert crawled into bed with me.
This opened the flood gates to our sexual explorations. Before we left the boat just two days later we hooked up with another couple. I watched as my husband and a gorgeous older stanger fucked the other wife just as I'd been fucked. Then a rest, some dinner and it was my turn. She pet me and whispered to me as I rode her husband. Robert slid into my ass as I came.
It was a cruise we will never forget. So now, years later, laying in bed with my husband, I couldn't imagine what fantasy we hadn't indulged in, what fantasy Robert had left unexpressed. His hand, petting my belly had worked it's way into my panties and he was petting gently over my pucic hair. I was certainly starting to feel seducable, but he was going to have to do more than just get me thinking about that wonderful honeymoon.
"Tell me more, lover." I encouraged.
