The boat trip
Ellen and I had been in Fiji for 3-days when we were sitting
beneath a blue and white striped sun umbrella at an outdoor
table, talking with a couple who'd suggested that
we join them at the last available table.
We were attired as typical tourists: they were in swim wear;
I was wearing a flat straw hat, loud shirt and walking shorts,
and Ellen was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow
ribbon tied into a headband around her black hair. Now,
as Ellen laughed at a joke, the ribbons long-ends were flapping
about in the warm breeze. It was difficult making conversation
above the pounding surf and whistling wind.
Jeff, a solid six-foot-plus with a booming voice, leaned
across the table and asked, "Are you here on a boat?"
The breeze tousled his reddish hair. His stunning blond
wife, Virginia, was leaning back in a sun-chair, which
squeaked as she fidgeted and appraised us.
"We flew over, " I told him. Two years before,
we'd been here in a friends thirty eight-foot boat.
A troublesome storm convinced me I'd never do the crossing
from New Zealand again in a small craft, so this time we'd
flown commercial. "We're checked in at the hotel."
Jeff gulped his drink, gestured toward the distant docks,
and murmured, "We're staying at the marina.
They charge an arm and a leg to hook up to electricity over
there. We're across here from Oz. Where you from?"
When I told him Auckland, he responded, "Yeah, well
your economy is doing a bit better at the moment. Even though
you did not keep the cup, it got us thinking. We're thinking
of moving across." I grinned, "Doesn't
make New Zealanders too happy to hear that. Too many people
coming in now. He and Virginia chuckled.
Ellen's a natural conversationalist, but now she
was particularly animated; she'd won them over. Jeff
invited us for a tour on their sloop to an island. We declined,
explaining that we'd made reservations for an early
dinner at a local club, so Jeff offered, "OK, what
if we make it an evening trip, around 7-7:30? Think you could
make that, ol' buddy?" I was considering it when
Ellen grabbed my arm and blurted, "Come ON, Bill,
let's DO it!" Turning to Jeff and Virginia, she
smiled, "Takes him forever to make changes in plans!"
I grinned, "Sounds like a great idea." That
evening, over dinner, Ellen admitted her excitement.
I'd noticed her observing Jeff's handsome, muscular
features at the bar. She remarked, "I think they have
MORE than just a tour in mind." "We'll see."
We skipped the cabaret show, donned our swimsuits in the
hotel room, and walked down to the harbour where Jeff's
45-foot sloop bobbed amid a line of boats at the unpainted
docks.
Virginia was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping
and squawking around her. Jeff looked up from his blue canvas
deck chair and acknowledged, " You're right
on time." He cast off as soon as we climbed aboard.
The Pacific was now red beneath the setting sun. I noticed
Ellen and Bill stealing glances at the other now and then,
until finally, they were openly staring. When she turned
away, Jeff gazed at her long legs and full, half-exposed
breasts thrusting out beneath the one-piece black suit,
completely bare on the sides except for four thin black
ribbons on each side securing the front and back.
By the time Jeff cut the engines, a half-mile from the island,
stars were blinking like diamonds on black velvet. This
close to the island, the waves we'd plowed through
most of the way had calmed. The waters' crests, silver
beneath the moonlight, softly slapped against the hull.
The sloop rocked gently as Virginia and Ellen clambered
up the galley stairs to the deck. Jeff anchored as we stared
at the scene off the bow. Beneath the puffs of gleaming clouds,
the island seemed to float on the midnight-blue waters.
Virginia stood on her toes, stretching her arms, as she
said, "This breeze is wonderful!" She casually
reached to unhook the top to her red and white striped bikini;
that isn't unusual for boaters when the sun's
up, but this was night. Ellen smiled as if to say, "I
told you so." I stared at Virginia's breasts,
firmed by exercise. Her legs were as long and well-formed
as Ellen's. She stretched again, her blond hair blowing
in the soft warm gusts. Outlined by the Fijian moon, she
looked like a goddess.
So Ellen slipped out of her suit. She stood nude alongside
Virginia, who turned to evaluate the similarity of their
figures; "You're beautiful, " she told
Ellen, staring down at Ellen's shaved mound. The contrast
between Virginia, the half-nude blond, and Ellen, the
nude brunette, was stunning. Jeff's engorged manhood
had been evident even before then. But now, appraising
them, he smiled, turning to me as he whispered, "Are
you two swingers? You see, Virginia isn't, but she's
a 'watcher, ' and if you are, we're interested."
I grinned, almost laughing. I could hardly wait for his
reaction when I told him, "Actually, Jeff, I'm
a watcher too. Think Virginia would be jealous if she saw
you with Ellen, while your wife and I watched?" When
we told Ellen and Virginia, the coincidence seemed neither
as humorous nor as surprising to them as I thought it was.
I learned later that Jeff and Virginia had met many other
agreeable couples during their travels.
We made small talk as if no one had mentioned "watching."
Ellen stared at Jeff's face and body, occasionally
looking down at Jeff's penis bulging beneath his red
bikini trunks. Under a pretence that we going down the stairs
to turn on the stereo, we made our way down to the dimness
of the sleeping quarters where moonlight streamed through
a line of portholes. Virginia and I stood in the doorway.
Jeff and Ellen sat on the bunk, looking through compact
disks, selected one, and inserted it into the overhead
stereo as Virginia poured wine. When Ellen passed a wine
glass to Jeff, their hands brushed. I could almost feel
the electricity as their eyes locked. Ellen's soft
breasts heaved. Setting aside the glass on a bunkside table,
Jeff leaned to kiss her neck, moving down to her breasts.
She moaned lowly, her lips trembling.
Virginia nuzzled her breasts against my side as I put my
arm around her. Leaning into the door-jam, we gaped, breathing
heavily. Jeff and Ellen melded in a deep kiss, their arms
intertwined. Ellen's hips rotated softly in desire
as she lay alongside Jeff. Virginia looked up at me, her
lips trembling, her blue eyes wild with passion, as she
muttered, "God, aren't they beautiful?"
I agreed, my shaft swelling beneath my trunks. Ellen, her
nipples taut, disengaged to slide to floor on her knees.
Her lips grazed his thighs. Gulping, as if in fear, she took
Jeff's long, raging cock in her mouth. He closed his
eyes, groaning, as her full, pale lips slid over his glistening
member. Tears of passion welled in Ellen's eyes as
she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers glided along
his dark rubbery shaft.
Now, as Virginia peeled off her bottoms, her hand was massaging
her clitoris. I slipped out of my trunks as I stroked my hardness.
Virginia pressed against me. I slithered an arm around
her, cupping a breast, her nipple standing out like a spike
through my fingers. Ellen's eyes were now wide with
passion as he thrust into her greedy mouth. The intensity
of their tempo increased. Ellen moaned in rapture. His
cock had ballooned to massive proportions, straining
her lips as she whimpered.
Withdrawing from her mouth, Jeff lifted her to the bunk
beneath a line of portholes. He kneeled on the floor between
her long legs, kissing her shaved mound. Ellen wailed in
desire! Her hips gyrated beneath his tongue's manipulations.
Her body quaking, she locked her thighs about his head,
lost in their own distant universe of adulterous passion.
The smell of their lust permeated the warm night air. Virginia
placed her arms around my waist, her hips grinding her clitoris
against my leg. "They're so beautiful, "
she breathed ecstatically. She looked down, her lips trembling
as I pumped my shaft.
Jeff's strong arms enveloped Ellen's quivering
body. He hovered above her splayed legs, his shaft swaying
above her pussy which was quivering up to touch it. Her lips
were parted, her eyes wild and fearful of his large instrument
pushing apart her vaginal folds. She wrapped her legs around
his hips, drawing him deeply within, and yelled out in painful
pleasure. Her vagina was stretching to accommodate his
large tool. They shared a sigh as he buried his full length.
Whimpering, Ellen turned to watch us. Virginia had grasped
my cock and was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of
her breasts. The sight drove Ellen into ecstasy as her arms
enveloped Jeff. She bucked against him, meeting every
thrust into her steaming cave. Virginia's nostrils
flared, her breath huffing, her mouth open in wild desire.
I felt a kinship with Virginia as we watched our respective
mates, united in sin, her husband's cock plunging
into my wife's vagina; she mewed, "Oh, god, Bill,
don't you FEEL it happening BETWEEN them, between
US?"
And, yes, I did. Virginia's soft fist pumped my shaft
as she grinded her blond mound against my leg. Her lips brushed
my neck and ears. Ellen's head thrashed from side to
side, her wide eyes rolling as Jeff's thickness filled
her. She wailed as her tremoring arms encircled his neck,
her hips lifting to meet her lover's. Her groin swirled
beneath his fervid fucking as she threw back her head, pleading
for him not to stop. His jaw slackened as he stared down at
her, his eyes glazed with lust. Then, Ellen screamed, "Oh
GOD Jeff, I'm going to COME! Please come WITH me!"
She mewed helplessly, her body shivering with the building
climax.
Virginia's hand pumped furiously as she looked up
to me, parting her lips. We kissed deeply. Everyone was
moaning, sharing the climactic thunder that was engulfing
us in an emotional hurricane. At the last moment, Virginia
spread her long, taut legs, guiding my cock into her creaming
depths. She screamed in pleasure. Then it happened, the
sexual energy crackling throughout the cabin! I exploded
as everyone was wailing; Ellen and Virginia were crying
and writhing madly. Virginia fell to her knees, taking
my length deeply into her mouth. Ellen and Jeff now turned
on their stomachs to watch as Virginia brought me again
to hardness, her hair tossing as her lips slid along my full
length. I'd lost track of time until my semen burst
into Virginia's throat. Ellen and Jeff were applauding.
Virginia bumped to the floor, her arms around my knees,
as we turned to look at our spouses on the bunk. They were
laughing.
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