Bi, Cuckold and Threesome on the Dive Boat
Dinner, next to last night of our dive boat vacation, 14 passengers having dinner sitting on padded benches across from each other on two rectangular tables, my wife and I sitting together, side by side, another couple to our right. Across the table directly in front of Donna, my wife, Vanni, actually Giovanni, a 36-year-old Italian representative of the charter company on his own vacation. It had been a memorable trip, the diving spectacular, the reefs and fish life nearly unimaginable. On top of that, Donna had apparently rediscovered her sexual desires, and she had been fucking and sucking me like a nymphomaniac for the last half of this voyage. It must have been the Orient, the ornate cabin, our proximity, the fact that between dives we were generally naked in our cabin, post shower. We were the usual 25-year married couple, sex occasionally, routine pretty down pat, anniversary, birthday, occasional after party or dinner out, probably not more than once a month. But on this trip, whooee! My balls were back in business! My sack was empty! My luck had changed mid cruise. Happily, for me the cabin was well insulated and the platform bed, built into the ship itself, was silent as Donna was generally a shy partner.
Vanni was, to my thinking, a pretty interesting guy, world traveler, vast sailing and diving experience, fluent in English with almost a stereotypical accent. Donna certainly enjoyed spending our meal and between dive times chatting with Vanni about his work, family (wife only back in Hong Kong), diving and adventures in the luxury charter business. Next to last night of the trip, and now it dawned on me, my 50 something wife has a crush on Vanni. I have been her surrogate fuck-ee! Well, blow me!
You have to understand the dynamics of a dive cruise. You get up, dive, eat, dive, eat, dive, eat, go to bed with limited time and space between. Donna and I had not spent this much continuous, and I mean continuous, time together in years. The only time we were apart is when one of us was on the toilet in the cabin. Donna may well have wanted to lavish her womanly attentions all over Vanni, but there was no place to go where I was not. Over the past 25 years, we have gotten along famously, successful marriage, successful in that we were still married with no thoughts of divorce. I think Donna has probably slept with other men on occasion, she wasn’t abstinent before we got together and had played around on her first husband (with me, and others), especially as I traveled for business frequently, and I, too, have had my own adventures, one out of state affair and looking for “strange”. But we have both been discreet. I don’t know who she laid, and she doesn’t know who I fucked or got fucked by. Maybe she has had a lesbian lover, interesting thought, turnabout would have been fair play, it is not like I have been strictly heterosexual.
Oh, but now I understand! This was not a surprise recovery of lust for me! She could fantasize Vanni licking her clit, filling her pussy with cock, dripping creampie down her ass, but it is my lips, my tongue, my dick and my cum. And it is not Vanni’s cock she stroked and not Vanni’s dick she sucked and fucked, and not Vanni’s cum she swallowed, but she wished it had been! Well, that is fair, I had been fantasizing about the wife in Cabin 4 with the 40 D breasts, heart shaped ass and the smallest tan line showing just above the mere patch she wears as a bikini bottom, apparently no pubic hair because that bikini bottom was too small to hide it. I have fucked her in my mind most nights on this boat. Jimmy Carter was wrong, it is not the lust in your heart but the lust in your head, the big one and the little one, and so long as you keep it there and your mouth shut, all things are indeed possible. Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Back in our cabin, the one with a queen-sized bed and companion day bed, I said to Donna who had her back to me near the cabin sink, “This has been so much fun. I am so glad Vanni is on this cruise with us. With his wife back in Hong Kong and sharing a cabin with Bob, I guess he is pretty horny after almost two weeks. Pretty hunky guy, Italian and all. Why don’t we invite him to a small party here tomorrow after our last dive? We can have our own private cocktail party. The steward mentioned they have champagne in the locker. I will ask him to chill down some bottles for us.” Without turning around or even looking at me through the mirror, Donna replied demurely, “Well, maybe that would be nice.”
And with that my plan of action was initiated. First, chill champagne, second invite Vanni to cocktails, to which he assented. We would meet after the last dive at three, with dinner not until 7 on this last night. We would hit port tomorrow afternoon, with the requisite 24 hours between last dive and flying. The hard part, of course, was planning Vanni’s seduction by Donna, without her knowing I was a volunteer facilitator, but me in the cabin with the two of them. I may have wanted to give Donna a well-deserved treat, but I was not so generous as to want to hang around on deck with a boner even bigger than my curiosity about what might be happening behind the cabin door. I wanted a role in a threesome not a cuckold. Ah, well, better hope nature and lust take their course. Donna must have had her own fantasy about how this should turn out. She fucked me like a banshee before we both fell asleep, my sack again emptied, her pussy dripping my cum as we fell asleep.
We arrived back at the boat via dive tender following out last dive the next day, toweled off on deck, headed to the cabin, showered and I noticed Donna applying makeup for maybe the first time this cruise (no point in makeup diving 3 or 4 times a day). I noticed in the mirror Donna was surreptitiously giving her bush a small trim, and was that a spritz of perfume there as well? Hmm, maybe I would have an extemporaneous ally in my plan. Three bottles of champagne in three ice buckets, a small fruit and cheese plate from the steward, and with that the guest of honor arrived, wearing tan linen shorts and untucked white linen shirt, sleeves partly rolled up his wrists and forearms.
And it was about then I considered how much easier it might have been to have a collaborator, at least one of the two of them in conspiracy with me to seduce the third. But wishes and horses and all that shit, too bad, here we were, half assed plan. Then again, nothing to lose. Either the events would unfold, or Donna would have an extra special fantasy about Vanni tonight, all to my benefit. As Vanni entered, I quickly sat in the middle of the day bed, champagne buckets on floor, no place for Donna or Vanni to sit other than the queen bed. And so they did, side by side, giggling a tiny bit that they “were in bed together”. I poured champagne as the conversation ranged, then another and then again.
I knew how Donna would respond to three glasses of wine, she was *****, inhibitions surrendered. Vanni was coherent but buzzed a bit. Donna was touching Vanni as she spoke, hand on arm, hand on hand, hand on thigh, slight brushes or touches to seemingly emphasize a talking point. Vanni was not reluctant to receive her familiarities and finally placed his hand on her thigh, both now turning to face another. I did not have a good plan from here, so I used the only plan I had come up with. “Vannie, when Donna was in a sorority, she won a French kissing contest, first place, best seductress at Duke. She should show you.” How lame was that. Two weeks of diving and no drinking, the booze may have gotten to Donna a bit more than usual. I got the puzzled, WTF, are you stupid, look all husbands recognize. Yet perhaps the champagne worked because she turned towards Vanni, put her left hand on the back of his neck, her right on his face, and kissed him. Innocent, maybe, but Vanni responded as a good Italian boy, and kissed her right back, his right hand reaching around to caress her bottom, his left dropping down to take good hold of her thigh.
My cue! I leapt from the day bed to the queen, thus placing Donna between Vanni and me, and I began to caress her back and kiss her neck, and she continued to tease Vanni’s mouth and lips with her tongue. Vanni shifted slightly, his cock wanted a little more space in his pants, his right hand coming around from Donna’s back as he began to caress the side of her breast. I took his wrist and moved it several inches so Vanni now held Donna’s breast in is hand and began to caress it and take her growing nipple between his fingers. Vanni looked up at me from Donna’s mouth, and I winked. It’s good, Vanni, it is what I wanted to have happen. Vanni was in, well, not in Donna yet, but complicit! Was Donna? I really did not think she had ever been the fulcrum of a threesome. Would she?
She had not said no, and Donna and Vanni were kissing fervently, he now had her breast in hand inside her top. I raised her cotton top from the back and my compadres stopped throat sucking just enough to pull that shirt over her head. The bra was easier, only needed Donna to pull the straps down over her arm one at a time. Once Vanni had her unencumbered breast in hand, he pulled his mouth from Donna and began suckling one nipple. I got up, stood next to their entwined position, unbuttoned and removed Vanni’s shirt, and I pulled open his belt and zipper just to see how far I could go. Whoa, Donna reached down into his shorts and gripped his cock inside his boxers. My turn, I stripped completely, my erection standing straight out from my body. Vanni stood, shorts and boxers falling to the floor, stepping out of them, his boner obvious. Without communication, Vanni and I each took hold of one side of Donna’s shorts and pulled they and her translucent panties off in one motion. I took note they were pretty wet and there was a visible string of her secretions . Maybe Donna was into this after all. We were now all naked, one woman sitting on the bed, two guys in front of her, two cocks near her face. Now I didn’t have a plan, only lust, and I could not think clearly for the next step.
Turned out I did not need one. Whoa, look at Donna! On the other hand, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Donna choosing as first the cock that wasn’t mine straight into her mouth all the way down to its root and latching one hand each on Vanni’s balls and ass, starting to pump, tongue and lick as if there was a prize for intensity. Vanni, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share any of my ambiguity, as his mouth flew open with a deep resounding moan, followed by gripping Donna’s head in his hand, I think more for balance than to direct her attentions. Suddenly I was odd man out without even dick in my hand, it just bouncing around alone in the air. I had never seen Donna on another man. I guess I usually closed my eyes while she blew me because watching her mouth slurp and slide on another man’s cock was mesmerizing as if I was watching a porn video except this was live action.
Acid test time. Not sure at all what would happen, I got down on my knees in front of Vanni, face next to Donna’s, and I began to kiss her face near her mouth, near Vanni’s penis truthfully, and as Donna slid her way up Vanni’s cock, I took my tongue and followed her along the underside of his tool. Donna jolted, pulled her mouth off Vanni, stared wide-eyed at me, I looked back into her eyes and simultaneously took Vanni’s helmet into my mouth. Licking it back and forth behind my teeth. And then one of Donna’s hands flew down to her pussy, the other to my head, and she began to breathe heavily, arch her pelvis slightly, and she reached out, taking Vanni in her hand to guide him more easily to my mouth. Donna gives a pretty good blowjob, I guess I did, too, sliding my mouth down his cock to its root, swirling my tongue over and around, mini strokes on his helmet, holding his balls in one hand, licking and sucking them, then returning to play his penis. Donna huffed, spasming her vagina and ejaculating over her hand as she reached an orgasm.
I released Vanni from my mouth, pushed Donna down on her back on the bed, pulled Vanni by his cock over to Donna and guided him into my wife. They were almost immediately into rhythm, no reluctance in fucking my wife or my wife fucking Vanni in front of me Her hips rose and fell, her thighs spreading and closing, Vanni’s glutes contracting with each thrust. I got on the bed next to Donna and we began to kiss, deep, long, tongues entwined. Her breasts were bouncing in time to their thrusts. Donna started breathing more heavily, Vanni was grunting, thrusting deeper, harder, Donna thrusting upward toward orgasm, u*********sly pushing Vanni deeper into her vagina, against her cervix. He was the first to come, in an almost violent shudder as his balls emptied into Donna’s twat. That hot cum blew out against her cervix, sending her into vaginal convulsions and ejaculating out her pussy, against Vanni’s cock and down her butt cheeks onto the sheets. They lay breathing heavily for a moment, and then Vanni graciously pulled out. His cum was white, copious and drooling down her pussy.
I understand a cuckold, and I technically had just become one, is supposed to lick his wife clean of her lover’s cum. I was not repulsed by the idea, but I wanted something else. Donna’s pussy was red, wet, creampied and open, and I wanted to be sloppy seconds. I did not need any additional foreplay. I rolled and Donna guided my cock into that wet nirvana. I could feel her juices, but I could also feel something different, more lubricated, slimy but not in an offensive manner, just a different touch against my penis as I pushed and retracted, pushed and retracted. Donna was back in missionary rhythm, this time, to my pumping. She orgasmed first, her ejaculate flooding her vagina and over my cock, and that rush of hot fluid was the catalyst to my ejaculations into her. Two men’s dicks, two men’s cum, mixed creampie, sheets now very wet from her squirting, three people breathing heavily, arms and legs entwined, sweet kisses, slow caresses. And that was how we fell asleep.
The morning was a more relaxed encore, Donna perhaps feeling guilty from the night before, graciously took my dick first, both into her mouth and then into her cunt. While she and I were fucking, she took Vanni in her mouth where he came shortly before the two of us orgasmed. Breakfast, packing, and best wishes for safe travel as we departed.
By the way, I wrote this down as we are packing for another voyage on the same dive boat but three years later. We heard from Vanni that he will be on board the first week of our trip. Great news, and even more. Vanni is bringing Kim, his very petite, buxom, slinky and sexy Asian wife. What might be in store for us?
Vanni was, to my thinking, a pretty interesting guy, world traveler, vast sailing and diving experience, fluent in English with almost a stereotypical accent. Donna certainly enjoyed spending our meal and between dive times chatting with Vanni about his work, family (wife only back in Hong Kong), diving and adventures in the luxury charter business. Next to last night of the trip, and now it dawned on me, my 50 something wife has a crush on Vanni. I have been her surrogate fuck-ee! Well, blow me!
You have to understand the dynamics of a dive cruise. You get up, dive, eat, dive, eat, dive, eat, go to bed with limited time and space between. Donna and I had not spent this much continuous, and I mean continuous, time together in years. The only time we were apart is when one of us was on the toilet in the cabin. Donna may well have wanted to lavish her womanly attentions all over Vanni, but there was no place to go where I was not. Over the past 25 years, we have gotten along famously, successful marriage, successful in that we were still married with no thoughts of divorce. I think Donna has probably slept with other men on occasion, she wasn’t abstinent before we got together and had played around on her first husband (with me, and others), especially as I traveled for business frequently, and I, too, have had my own adventures, one out of state affair and looking for “strange”. But we have both been discreet. I don’t know who she laid, and she doesn’t know who I fucked or got fucked by. Maybe she has had a lesbian lover, interesting thought, turnabout would have been fair play, it is not like I have been strictly heterosexual.
Oh, but now I understand! This was not a surprise recovery of lust for me! She could fantasize Vanni licking her clit, filling her pussy with cock, dripping creampie down her ass, but it is my lips, my tongue, my dick and my cum. And it is not Vanni’s cock she stroked and not Vanni’s dick she sucked and fucked, and not Vanni’s cum she swallowed, but she wished it had been! Well, that is fair, I had been fantasizing about the wife in Cabin 4 with the 40 D breasts, heart shaped ass and the smallest tan line showing just above the mere patch she wears as a bikini bottom, apparently no pubic hair because that bikini bottom was too small to hide it. I have fucked her in my mind most nights on this boat. Jimmy Carter was wrong, it is not the lust in your heart but the lust in your head, the big one and the little one, and so long as you keep it there and your mouth shut, all things are indeed possible. Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Back in our cabin, the one with a queen-sized bed and companion day bed, I said to Donna who had her back to me near the cabin sink, “This has been so much fun. I am so glad Vanni is on this cruise with us. With his wife back in Hong Kong and sharing a cabin with Bob, I guess he is pretty horny after almost two weeks. Pretty hunky guy, Italian and all. Why don’t we invite him to a small party here tomorrow after our last dive? We can have our own private cocktail party. The steward mentioned they have champagne in the locker. I will ask him to chill down some bottles for us.” Without turning around or even looking at me through the mirror, Donna replied demurely, “Well, maybe that would be nice.”
And with that my plan of action was initiated. First, chill champagne, second invite Vanni to cocktails, to which he assented. We would meet after the last dive at three, with dinner not until 7 on this last night. We would hit port tomorrow afternoon, with the requisite 24 hours between last dive and flying. The hard part, of course, was planning Vanni’s seduction by Donna, without her knowing I was a volunteer facilitator, but me in the cabin with the two of them. I may have wanted to give Donna a well-deserved treat, but I was not so generous as to want to hang around on deck with a boner even bigger than my curiosity about what might be happening behind the cabin door. I wanted a role in a threesome not a cuckold. Ah, well, better hope nature and lust take their course. Donna must have had her own fantasy about how this should turn out. She fucked me like a banshee before we both fell asleep, my sack again emptied, her pussy dripping my cum as we fell asleep.
We arrived back at the boat via dive tender following out last dive the next day, toweled off on deck, headed to the cabin, showered and I noticed Donna applying makeup for maybe the first time this cruise (no point in makeup diving 3 or 4 times a day). I noticed in the mirror Donna was surreptitiously giving her bush a small trim, and was that a spritz of perfume there as well? Hmm, maybe I would have an extemporaneous ally in my plan. Three bottles of champagne in three ice buckets, a small fruit and cheese plate from the steward, and with that the guest of honor arrived, wearing tan linen shorts and untucked white linen shirt, sleeves partly rolled up his wrists and forearms.
And it was about then I considered how much easier it might have been to have a collaborator, at least one of the two of them in conspiracy with me to seduce the third. But wishes and horses and all that shit, too bad, here we were, half assed plan. Then again, nothing to lose. Either the events would unfold, or Donna would have an extra special fantasy about Vanni tonight, all to my benefit. As Vanni entered, I quickly sat in the middle of the day bed, champagne buckets on floor, no place for Donna or Vanni to sit other than the queen bed. And so they did, side by side, giggling a tiny bit that they “were in bed together”. I poured champagne as the conversation ranged, then another and then again.
I knew how Donna would respond to three glasses of wine, she was *****, inhibitions surrendered. Vanni was coherent but buzzed a bit. Donna was touching Vanni as she spoke, hand on arm, hand on hand, hand on thigh, slight brushes or touches to seemingly emphasize a talking point. Vanni was not reluctant to receive her familiarities and finally placed his hand on her thigh, both now turning to face another. I did not have a good plan from here, so I used the only plan I had come up with. “Vannie, when Donna was in a sorority, she won a French kissing contest, first place, best seductress at Duke. She should show you.” How lame was that. Two weeks of diving and no drinking, the booze may have gotten to Donna a bit more than usual. I got the puzzled, WTF, are you stupid, look all husbands recognize. Yet perhaps the champagne worked because she turned towards Vanni, put her left hand on the back of his neck, her right on his face, and kissed him. Innocent, maybe, but Vanni responded as a good Italian boy, and kissed her right back, his right hand reaching around to caress her bottom, his left dropping down to take good hold of her thigh.
My cue! I leapt from the day bed to the queen, thus placing Donna between Vanni and me, and I began to caress her back and kiss her neck, and she continued to tease Vanni’s mouth and lips with her tongue. Vanni shifted slightly, his cock wanted a little more space in his pants, his right hand coming around from Donna’s back as he began to caress the side of her breast. I took his wrist and moved it several inches so Vanni now held Donna’s breast in is hand and began to caress it and take her growing nipple between his fingers. Vanni looked up at me from Donna’s mouth, and I winked. It’s good, Vanni, it is what I wanted to have happen. Vanni was in, well, not in Donna yet, but complicit! Was Donna? I really did not think she had ever been the fulcrum of a threesome. Would she?
She had not said no, and Donna and Vanni were kissing fervently, he now had her breast in hand inside her top. I raised her cotton top from the back and my compadres stopped throat sucking just enough to pull that shirt over her head. The bra was easier, only needed Donna to pull the straps down over her arm one at a time. Once Vanni had her unencumbered breast in hand, he pulled his mouth from Donna and began suckling one nipple. I got up, stood next to their entwined position, unbuttoned and removed Vanni’s shirt, and I pulled open his belt and zipper just to see how far I could go. Whoa, Donna reached down into his shorts and gripped his cock inside his boxers. My turn, I stripped completely, my erection standing straight out from my body. Vanni stood, shorts and boxers falling to the floor, stepping out of them, his boner obvious. Without communication, Vanni and I each took hold of one side of Donna’s shorts and pulled they and her translucent panties off in one motion. I took note they were pretty wet and there was a visible string of her secretions . Maybe Donna was into this after all. We were now all naked, one woman sitting on the bed, two guys in front of her, two cocks near her face. Now I didn’t have a plan, only lust, and I could not think clearly for the next step.
Turned out I did not need one. Whoa, look at Donna! On the other hand, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Donna choosing as first the cock that wasn’t mine straight into her mouth all the way down to its root and latching one hand each on Vanni’s balls and ass, starting to pump, tongue and lick as if there was a prize for intensity. Vanni, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share any of my ambiguity, as his mouth flew open with a deep resounding moan, followed by gripping Donna’s head in his hand, I think more for balance than to direct her attentions. Suddenly I was odd man out without even dick in my hand, it just bouncing around alone in the air. I had never seen Donna on another man. I guess I usually closed my eyes while she blew me because watching her mouth slurp and slide on another man’s cock was mesmerizing as if I was watching a porn video except this was live action.
Acid test time. Not sure at all what would happen, I got down on my knees in front of Vanni, face next to Donna’s, and I began to kiss her face near her mouth, near Vanni’s penis truthfully, and as Donna slid her way up Vanni’s cock, I took my tongue and followed her along the underside of his tool. Donna jolted, pulled her mouth off Vanni, stared wide-eyed at me, I looked back into her eyes and simultaneously took Vanni’s helmet into my mouth. Licking it back and forth behind my teeth. And then one of Donna’s hands flew down to her pussy, the other to my head, and she began to breathe heavily, arch her pelvis slightly, and she reached out, taking Vanni in her hand to guide him more easily to my mouth. Donna gives a pretty good blowjob, I guess I did, too, sliding my mouth down his cock to its root, swirling my tongue over and around, mini strokes on his helmet, holding his balls in one hand, licking and sucking them, then returning to play his penis. Donna huffed, spasming her vagina and ejaculating over her hand as she reached an orgasm.
I released Vanni from my mouth, pushed Donna down on her back on the bed, pulled Vanni by his cock over to Donna and guided him into my wife. They were almost immediately into rhythm, no reluctance in fucking my wife or my wife fucking Vanni in front of me Her hips rose and fell, her thighs spreading and closing, Vanni’s glutes contracting with each thrust. I got on the bed next to Donna and we began to kiss, deep, long, tongues entwined. Her breasts were bouncing in time to their thrusts. Donna started breathing more heavily, Vanni was grunting, thrusting deeper, harder, Donna thrusting upward toward orgasm, u*********sly pushing Vanni deeper into her vagina, against her cervix. He was the first to come, in an almost violent shudder as his balls emptied into Donna’s twat. That hot cum blew out against her cervix, sending her into vaginal convulsions and ejaculating out her pussy, against Vanni’s cock and down her butt cheeks onto the sheets. They lay breathing heavily for a moment, and then Vanni graciously pulled out. His cum was white, copious and drooling down her pussy.
I understand a cuckold, and I technically had just become one, is supposed to lick his wife clean of her lover’s cum. I was not repulsed by the idea, but I wanted something else. Donna’s pussy was red, wet, creampied and open, and I wanted to be sloppy seconds. I did not need any additional foreplay. I rolled and Donna guided my cock into that wet nirvana. I could feel her juices, but I could also feel something different, more lubricated, slimy but not in an offensive manner, just a different touch against my penis as I pushed and retracted, pushed and retracted. Donna was back in missionary rhythm, this time, to my pumping. She orgasmed first, her ejaculate flooding her vagina and over my cock, and that rush of hot fluid was the catalyst to my ejaculations into her. Two men’s dicks, two men’s cum, mixed creampie, sheets now very wet from her squirting, three people breathing heavily, arms and legs entwined, sweet kisses, slow caresses. And that was how we fell asleep.
The morning was a more relaxed encore, Donna perhaps feeling guilty from the night before, graciously took my dick first, both into her mouth and then into her cunt. While she and I were fucking, she took Vanni in her mouth where he came shortly before the two of us orgasmed. Breakfast, packing, and best wishes for safe travel as we departed.
By the way, I wrote this down as we are packing for another voyage on the same dive boat but three years later. We heard from Vanni that he will be on board the first week of our trip. Great news, and even more. Vanni is bringing Kim, his very petite, buxom, slinky and sexy Asian wife. What might be in store for us?
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