I got lucky when I met my wife. Ten years my junior she is fascinatingly beautiful, maybe a mix of Marilyn Monroe and Margot Robbie. Some people say she is a Christina Applegate look-alike, I don’t see it. She turns most heads, females included, I'm sure many thinking, 'What's she doing with him?'.
After a couple of years with her, I started inadvertently planting seeds in her head in the form of fantasies, of her being taken by multiple guys at once, while I watched. Well, in the last year or so she has started to mention these fantasies while we are fucking, and I can tell it really arouses her, and me in turn. So I decided to actually do something about this about a month ago, and the plan came to fruition less than two weeks ago and this is that story:
Trying to think of where I could find horny and wild young men, spring break occurred to me. Then trying to think of a secluded and non-disturb-able spot, a boat occurred to me. I scanned the web for rental boats and found a cabin cruiser that was affordable, looked nice and was going to be available during the time spring break was happening. I gathered images of it and images of my wife, some even of her in compromising positions, and put together the add. It read as follows;
Wildest Spring Break Party EVER!!!
'Enjoy fishing, endless beer, and as much sex as you can handle aboard this beautiful girl while enjoying the comfort and companionship this one of a kind boat. All entertainment is free of charge, just bring yourself and a swimsuit! What's the catch? If you consider being filmed a catch than that's it. Footage will only be used for entertainment purposes of the host and hostess and will not be reproduced or distributed. Serious inquiries require pics of applicants shirtless, one line replies ignored.'
As expected I was absolutely inundated with emails within an hour of posting. Weeding thru them took several nights, including losing control and masturbating to a few responses, like the great looking couple from a nearby town that answered. It was tough and time-consuming, but after back and forth emails I had narrowed it down to ten people. That's a lot, but I assumed there would be no shows and as I stipulated anyone could be turned away at the dock. The stage set, I needed the actress.
"Honey I think we need a vacation, and I'd like to do something different this year," I said during dinner one night.
"Oh yeah, what were you thinking?"
"What about, like a pleasure cruise?"
"A cruise ship? That sounds fun."
"Well no, I found an ad for a smaller boat cruise, more intimate, and I thought it would be a good chance to make new friends. Totally unwind, maybe experience something a little different. How do you feel about that?”
"I’ll tell you what, you plan it. Just tell me when and what to wear, and I'm all aboard." Her answer couldn't have been more perfect. I remember feeling my cock swell when she said it, and her smile had me wondering if she hadn't also gotten instantly aroused. She was extremely intuitive.
Wheels in motion, I couldn't sleep all night long thinking of how to make this work perfectly. After some correspondence with the cruisers, one had agreed to play the captain, growing up a boater himself. I got access to the boat early and loaded food, a keg of good beer, stashed some marijuana and a few sex toys. One or two were quite outrageous and hard to hide, like a Sybian and a ten inch long black vibrating dildo. I was sure to fully converse with each 'applicant' by phone to reassure myself they were discreet, real, and sane or at least somewhat normal.
Most were well-built college students except for a few, the couple mentioned earlier, and an exceptionally well hung and handsome biker. He claimed he was one-hundred-percent insatiable, had experience with gangbangs, and had a "doctor's bag" he would bring to make it fun and more enjoyable for the hooker. I didn't bother telling him it was actually my wife, but the "more enjoyable" part hooked me.
When the day finally arrived, I had presents for my wife for our trip. A diamond for her scrumptious belly button, a set of white silky lingerie complete with garter and hose, and a teeny white tie-side bikini.
"Wow. Thank you!” she said, and that was about it, aside from asking how long the trip was, so she knew what to pack.
"As long as you want, really.” I smiled. This was an intentional hint, and her lack of questions really had me wondering if she sensed what was up, as she just said,
"Ok, how exciting!" She threw a few pairs of underwear, a couple of tops, a sweater, some yoga pants, flip-flops, assorted other clothes, and her toiletries into a duffle. "Want me to wear the bikini or lingerie"? She asked, smiling, one set in each hand.
"Mmm, lingerie" I replied, sternly. The stern reply also leaned toward another hint.
“You got it, sir," she said mockingly, and slinked into it, dawning a short dress that just barely covered the straps holding up her hose, and putting on some makeup and jewelry. "I think I may be ready for this, whatever it is." I couldn't help it and let out a giggle.
We arrive at the dock intentionally late. This way I know we will leave shore immediately because, after all, loose lips sink ships. This also gives me an opportunity to see everyone's face when we arrive, knowing full well even the pics they've seen do her little justice. As expected I saw dropped jaws everywhere, a couple guys applauded, and even a whistle or two. I was nervous but not exceedingly so.
I quickly counted eight heads and thought to myself ‘wow, that's a big crew,’ but saw no one undesirable so decided to go with it. The six-foot-four-inch tall biker with the ponytail immediately brought us a couple of drinks, introducing himself. The only other woman on the boat was next to approach, clearly more interested in talking to my wife then one of the eight horny young men on board. As they got into a conversation the biker approached me and shook my hand.
“Full disclosure sir, I’d like to get the hooker wasted."
"You want my wi... girl to be drunk? That's not a great idea." She had her ring on anyway, it was stupid to try to hide it.
"Relax sir, it's just a little booze, nothing hard, here want some?"
"No." I had to remain cool, this has only just started, "but thanks though."
That made me more nervous, but there was certainly no turning back now. The ship had quite literally sailed, and we were idling out to sea. I figured as long as I remained relatively sober and drug-free I would be able to handle the situation. I looked around and saw nearly everyone staring at my lovely bride, whispering to each other, some trying to get her attention. Clearly, there was an exciting atmosphere and my wife seemed to be enjoying the attention and all the eye candy I had picked out for her. As I mixed the second drink, the husband of the other couple met me in the galley.
"Dude! This is gonna be great! Man, my girl is so into your girl. She's the one that found the ad! We've been talking about a threesome for some time, and she said this was the chance. I gotta warn you when she saw her earlier she said she wants her first, while she's still fresh. Cheers bro! Have fun tonight!” He clinked my glass against his.
My wife had told me of a lesbian tryst in college, and once or twice hinted at being turned on by women during particularly steamy porn or while we were fucking, but I wasn't sure if she would be attracted to this woman or not. As I watched biker hand her another drink, I thought to myself, 'She'll probably be attracted to the floor in front of her soon.' I made my way over to check on her.
"Honey, this is Jessica, isn't she beautiful?” She certainly was. I shook her hand. My wife was clearly relaxed and happy, a combination of the drinks, and view around her. She leaned over and whispered in my ear "Jessica wants to fuck me."
"Hey, no secrets!" Jessica protested, slapping her thigh.
"Sorry, I told him I want to fuck you." She laughed hard, bending at her waist, almost falling forward off of the couch. I steadied her. Everyone in the cabin had heard her.
"Then do it!" one college kid yelled. Another whistled. There’s an awkward pause. Alicia looked at me and stopped laughing. I nodded my head slightly. Stunned, she looked at Jessica.
"Jessica would you like to go to the…” Jessica grabbed Alicia by the back of her head, licked Alicia’s lips, then full on kissed her, darting her tongue right down her throat. The two lovely ladies were making out for only a few minutes before Jess's hand was fondling her breast over the dress. I noticed my wife's legs had parted enough to offer a glimpse of the sheer lingerie and garter underneath to anyone interested.
"Here we go, boys!" I said, standing up and retrieving a video camera and tripod from my bag and setting it up. Within about ten more minutes my wife's dress had been pulled down to her waist, bra cups pulled down to expose her perfect bite-sized engorged nipples, and as Jess was sucking one, the other was being groped by one of the college kids who had moved to sit on the other side of her.
At least three guys had already pulled out their dicks and started stroking, most who hadn't yet had their hands in their pants. Our biker friend moved behind her and placed a blindfold over her eyes with the word SLUT embroidered on it. He then gently took both of her wrists and placed them together over her head and told her to hold them there. He pulled a silk bow out of his pocket and carefully lashed them together.
"HONEY!" she yelled, a hint of fear in her voice.
"Its ok doll, I'm right here, you will be fine," my cock was suddenly rock hard.
"This is ok with you?" she asked, bewildered, less fear that time.
"Yes, sweetheart as long as you are ok. I'll be watching." I see her swallow hard and sink down into the couch, which shimmies her dress up to above her crotch. Her panties were already wet. The biker had guided her hands behind her head onto his gigantic cock, and I saw her slowly stroking him, biting her lower lip. Jessica, upon seeing her pussy in those ultra sexy panties no doubt, positioned herself on all fours between her now spread legs, the atmosphere clearly had destroyed any inhibitions she may have had.
She began licking the wet spot on my wife's panties while one college kid grabbed one of Alicia’s inner thighs and opened her legs apart further, and another one followed suit on the other side. A third began unbuttoning Jessica's jeans, glancing at her husband, who smiled and gave him a thumbs up. Leg holder A pulled Alicia's panties to the side while leg holder B started making out with her, squeezing and kneading her fully exposed breasts with his free hand.
Jessica's husband stood up and walked over, fumbling with the couch for a minute or two before saying, "There it is," and doing something to it so that it's back fell down flat, causing a startled yelp from Alicia.
"I love boats,” he said, and everyone laughed. Everyone except Alicia. I could tell by her bright red face, quivering legs, and heaving chest she was far from being able to laugh.
Biker clapped a slow applause at the couch trick and put a rather large thumb in my dear wife's mouth, and she started to suck it. Soon he removed the thumb and replaced it with the head of his monster cock, cupping both of her breasts with his huge hands, as two other guys sucked her nipples. I mixed two drinks, and brought a drink up to the captain on the bridge, and told him to drop anchor and come to join us.
I guess my brief absence let the biker loosen up some, cause when I walked back in, he had both hands on her throat and was full on fucking it. I could hear her gasps between his thrusts. I walked up to him saying, "Easy chief, and put a condom on please.”
"I'm clean. Bro this bitch, excuse me, your wife is having a blast, trust me."
I got slightly dizzy. Out of concern for her, I push off what can only be an oncoming panic attack. I took a seat and tried to collect myself, as I watched one man fuck her throat hard, then another fucking her puss, rather hard. She had both of her hands rubbing her clit as her white pumps bounced around in the air, so I knew she was conscious.
Jess seemed to be waiting for her head to become freed up, as she sucked off her husband and another kid. After calming down, my cock slowly came to attention again, and I started stroking it watching this cluster-fuck. I stood up, retrieved a pair of scissors, and carefully cut off her dress and panties, eliciting some hoots and hollers.
Seeing this, the kid fucking her pulled out and came all over her neck, chest, and belly, almost hitting the bikers undulating abdomen. He high-fived another kid that quickly took his place, who wasted no time and quickly buried his shaft up to the hilt into her waiting gash.
"Clean up isle ho,” he hooted, to more laughter.
I fetched the Sybian, plugged it in and placed it on the floor. Jessica immediately straddled it and turned it on. I then grabbed a sponge, a bottle of lube, and a butt plug. I wet the sponge with warm soapy water and squeezed it on her, causing a shudder, and cleaned off the fresh cum. Then I lubed the butt plug thoroughly and asked the well-built lad pounding my hot as fuck wife to not mind me as I snuck my hand under his balls and in a not so gentle manner, which surprised me, jammed it in her ass. She bucked violently but quickly calmed down as it settled in when her hole closed around the narrow part.