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When I met my girlfriend she didn’t know what the term cuckold meant, let alone have any interest in participating in the actual lifestyle. Oh, she knew that one of the reasons for my recent divorce was that my wife had left me for another man after an ongoing three year affair, and was now living with him. She also knew of my submissive tendencies. Slowly, I introduced her to the term cuckolding and what it meant. I also shared stories that I wrote on the subject as well as giving her a couple of books to read on the subject.
Although not a dominant person by nature, I could see a twinkle in her eye as I would introduce cuckolding scenarios while we were in bed. She’s a tall red head, with long sexy legs, a great ass and very healthy chest. We live two hours from each other but see each other on the weekends. She liked to have me refer to her as Duchess when we were in bed and she was feeling dominant. We talked about the whole scenario and what turned both of us on by it. We placed a couple of ads on Craigslist and had little luck finding anyone suitable. Most of the responses were either from guys who just wanted to get laid or from guys who had no idea what the whole scene was all about. So we retired the idea of putting cuckolding into practice and it remained a fantasy that worked well for both of us.
That all changed a when we went on a cruise two years ago. We were booked on ten day Caribbean cruise and a beautiful balcony suite awaited us once on board the ship. At dinner the first night out we were seated with an elderly couple celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary and a single man named Bruce, who all seemed very nice. The single man at our table was celebrating his recent divorce and was supposed to have been on the cruise with his buddy, who had a family emergency and had to cancel at the last minute so he was solo.
I immediately sensed an attraction between my girlfriend and Bruce as he was the quintessential example of tall dark and handsome. He was in his mid thirties, six feet tall, with light brown hair, and an athletic build. Think Bruce Willis in his Moonlighting days and it was an even more incredible coincidence that his name was Bruce! My girlfriend and Bruce immediately became engrossed in a conversation, leaving me to chat with the octogenarian couple at our table. My girlfriend seemed to take extreme delight in asking Bruce about his divorce and sharing the intimate details of mine including the details of my ex-wife’s infidelities and cuckolding of me. I could only imagine how red my face must have been, while at the same time there was a strange sensation in my crotch telling me that a part of their interaction was turning me on immensely.
As we walked hand in hand along the deck of the ship that night, I was amazed at her beauty, her long red hair blowing in the breeze, her breasts swaying with the rhythm of the ship. It was at that point that I did a double take staring at her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra! Now I have to say my girlfriend is very well endowed in the chest department and I know that she had a bra on at dinner, as I had watched her get dressed. I looked at her and smiled.
“Honey, you’re not wearing a bra!” I said, with great delight in my voice.
“I know. I took it off when we went back t the room after dinner. It’s so damn confining, and besides it feels better this way and it’s not like we’re going to run into anyone we know!” She smiled, staring at the stars.
“Well funny running into you two here!” Said a voice just out of our sight in the darkness. The shape came closer and I could see it was Bruce.
My girlfriend beamed with delight. “Honey, look it’s Bruce from dinner!”
I nodded and shook his hand as my girlfriend brushed past me to get next to him at the deck railing. It was as if we were back at dinner, with the two of them leaning on the railing chatting away as I stood there like a third wheel.
After a time, I sidled up to the railing and pretended as if I was part of their conversation. There wasn’t much for me to add with exception of a yes or no when my girlfriend would ask me a question to validate a statement she had made. It seems that Bruce’s ex-wife had a problem with prescription drugs and the bottle and after awhile he was tired of seeing her passed out on the bed while he was as he so eloquently put it ‘always walking around with a raging hard on waiting to be satisfied.’ So he had divorced her and left her with nothing. He told us of his upbringing in a very wealthy family in New York City where his great grandfather had made money the old fashioned way; he inherited it! He regaled us with his stories of summers in Newport and winters in Palm Beach.
I watched as my girlfriend swooned like a schoolgirl as he went on and on about all his current investments and acquisitions. It became obvious from listening to him that he didn’t have a regular job. He was independently wealthy and dabbled with his investments. They joked and laughed and as I watched her repeatedly brush her hand along his forearm laughing at his stories. I could also make out Bruce checking out my girlfriend’s very obvious cleavage evident by the plunging neckline of her dress. It seemed she took great delight this and without him noticing, succeeded in unbuttoning another two buttons on the front of her dress, further exposing the fact that she was without a bra.
As all of this was going on, I have to admit that excited me to no end as was evident by my growing erection. We stood there for almost an hour and talked as I watched this stranger check out my girlfriend’s cleavage and watched her fawn over him like a teenager. Bruce invited us to have a nightcap in the cigar bar on the ship. Walking toward the bar, the two of them arm in arm chatting with each other; it was so evident that my girlfriend had the hots for this guy and him for her. Once in the cigar bar the two of them took seats around a table for two, leaving me standing there like a waiter which is exactly what I became.
“I’ll have a martini honey.” My wife said, and motioned to Bruce who looked up at me and smiled and said, “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan.” After bringing the drinks to the table, I dragged a chair over to the table and sat down. The two of them were engrossed in conversation about Bruce’s recent trip to the French Riviera before coming on the cruise. He was telling my girlfriend how he had pictures in his room and she was saying how she’d love to see them, when she suddenly looked at me. “I have a great idea honey, why don’t you go get Bruce’s photo album so I can see his pictures!” She beamed like it was the idea of the century. “Well honey, I’m not sure if Bruce would like me going into his room without him there…and…” She cut me off. “You don’t mind do you Bruce?” She said, pronouncing Bruce like she had known him forever. “Certainly not,” he replied handing me the key to his room and telling me the room and deck number. He explained that he had one of the small inside cabins with no windows because that’s all his buddy who had blown him off on the cruise could afford so Bruce had acquiesced so staying in the small cramped quarters with no windows to help his buddy out financially.
Meekly, I took the key from his hand and tried to navigate my way to his cabin. Once there I slid the key in the door to find an immaculate room with the photo album right where he had said. I took a moment to glance around the small room, mostly neatly folded clothes, bathroom had razor, after shave lotion, nothing out of the ordinary. I found the whole scene very surreal. I mean here my girlfriend was upstairs having drinks with a total stranger and treating him as if she’d known him forever. And here I was in his room retrieving items like a faithful golden retriever. I did have to admit one thing. Since meeting him earlier in the night, Bruce had treated me with nothing but respect. Even in the face of my girlfriend telling him about my failed marriage and cuckolding and openly flirting with him in front of me, he had treated me like a total gentleman. I grabbed the photo album, and caught of whiff of Bruce’s after shave as I headed back to the cigar bar.
CHAPTER 2
I have to admit when I first met my boyfriend I was a bit intrigued and put back by his specific sexual tastes. I mean I knew his first wife had left him for another guy, but as we got deeper into the reasons of his divorce, he confessed that he actually enjoyed the thought of seeing his wife with another man. At first I thought he was talking about swinging which didn’t interest me at all. It was then that he introduced me to the term cuckolding. I had never heard the term before, let alone know what it meant. He explained that it was a man with an unfaithful wife or girlfriend. He on the other hand was not unfaithful. He accepted the situation, encouraged the situation, and even helped out.
It took me a little while before I could comprehend it all. I did some reading on the internet and looked at some articles he gave me. It was all overwhelming at first, but the more I read and especially the more I read from a woman’s perspective it became clear that it was the quintessential you can have your cake and eat it too scenario. I must admit that I was a bit familiar with the whole dominant submissive relationship but came to realize that in many ways cuckolding was one, and in many ways it wasn’t. I spoke with one woman online late one night who agreed to talk to me on the phone. When we spoke she told me how her and her husband had been into cuckolding for about two years. To the outside world for all intents and purposes they were a regular vanilla married couple. But behind closed doors things changed. She had a lover who she saw two or three times a month and her husband knew all about it and loved it and was even present on occasion.
As I listened I became riveted by her story. She told me how happy the three of them were. She got to have two men, she loved to fuck, and her husband was very subservient to her. He did all the housework, yard work, and pampered her. She told me how her lover would come over to their house and the three of them would enjoy an evening of her husband serving them, getting her lover hard, getting her wet, and then her lover would fuck her and her husband would play with her and him while that was going on. It all sounded incredible! She stressed to me that it was an incredible part of their life. But that it was a lifestyle and it wasn’t something they practiced 24/7. She also stressed the fact that she loved her husband very dearly. The whole cuckolding thing was about sex, not about love. She loved her husband more than anything in the world and respected him. As she explained it, they both were madly in love with each other, and cuckolding was a turn on for both of them. Her boyfriend was into it also and he understood he was there for the sex, not to ruin their relationship.
We chatted for an hour or more and I came away with a new outlook, not only on cuckolding, but on my relationship with my boyfriend. I began to realize that what he had said was true; cuckolding was about sex not love. He didn’t want to see me cheating on him, because he wanted to be there to join in. After my phone conversation and the reading I had done, I began to think I might like to try this. I mean if our relationship wasn’t going to suffer and we were all going to get off, what would be the harm? Plus, I also had to admit the whole idea made me extremely horny!
The whole thing in my mind centered on finding the right guy and making sure that the whole thing was all about me! In many of the stories I read the women were cruel and so were the boyfriends. I couldn’t be like that. I don’t have a cruel bone in my body and I didn’t want a lover who was like that either. It also seemed from many of the sites I’d checked out that many of the men just wanted to get their rocks off and fuck someone. I wanted someone who was into the whole cuckolding scene, not someone who just wanted to get their rocks off.
So a little plan began to grow in my mind. We were going on a cruise in a few weeks and it occurred to me that a cruise might be the perfect place to explore this new lifestyle. I mean on a cruise you meet people and then never see them again. No one we knew was going with us, so it would be a perfect place to play. Again, all I had to do was find the right guy! Little did I know that fate would have a hand in that.
The first night on the cruise, we were seated at dinner with an elderly couple and a very attractive single man named Bruce. Bruce just seemed to exude this sexual energy and I found an immediate attraction. I could see right away my boyfriend was already fantasizing and having images going through his mind! After a few glasses of wine, probably more than I should’ve had, I began to feel giddy and flirty and very horny. I could tell by the growing bulge in my boyfriend’s pants that he was quite excited by our interactions. I talked mostly to Bruce at dinner, asking about his divorce, background, etc. I let it slip on purpose that my boyfriend’s wife had left him and cuckolded him with another man. I could see him getting more excited and red in the face at the embarrassment all at the same time!
After dinner that first night we stopped back to the room where I conveniently lost my bra for our stroll up on the deck. I must admit after the wine and the conversation I was feeling quite horny and naughty. We strolled out onto the deck where I had planned to show my boyfriend my breasts and maybe give him a blowjob. It was then, that Bruce surprised us and walked up to us on deck. It was obvious that he was shocked to see me with no bra and made no secret of checking out what I was showing him. After chatting for awhile he invited us for a drink in the cigar bar on the ship. I readily accepted and my boyfriend dutifully followed behind us.
In the bar, Bruce and I took the only two seats at a table and left my boyfriend standing. I then sent him to the bar for drinks. When he returned, Bruce was telling me about his trips and I was engrossed in his conversation. When he mentioned that he had a photo album in his room, I suggested my boyfriend go and retrieve it so I might look at it. My boyfriend balked at first but acquiesced once I gave him my stare. I have to admit that the power I felt at that moment was liberating. It was as if I was outside myself looking in. Once my boyfriend had left the table, I took a deep breath and began to explain myself to Bruce. I asked him not to think of me as some bad person, some slut out to get laid. I told him of m boyfriend’s fascination with cuckolding and how he had educated me on the subject. I told him of my love for my boyfriend, and how I totally respected him for being up front and honest with his sexuality and what turned him on. As I spoke, he seemed to understand and accept the things I was telling him with great ease.
It was in that moment that I once again felt a great sense of power and freedom that I had never felt before. Bruce told me that he had heard of cuckolding and that the concept intrigued him. He told me that he could see that my boyfriend and I truly loved and respected each other and that if he were to ever be involved in a situation like that it would need to be a triangle of respect. That all parties involved needed to respect each other and treat each other with dignity. That in and of itself was a huge turn on to me, as I had read so many stories where wives and girlfriends and their lovers were mean and especially cruel to the husbands or boyfriends involved. Hearing Bruce talk of a triangle of respect had my attention both mental and physical.
Once my boyfriend returned to the table with the photo album, I looked at the pictures and informed him that I had been explaining to Bruce the unique relationship we shared and asked him to explain his outlook on things to Bruce. It was again a turn on to hear my boyfriend explain himself and our relationship in such eloquent terms. He spoke with a passion and belief that turned me on like you can’t believe.
CHAPTER THREE
My friend John blew me off for a cruise we were supposed to take together. John was hurting financially so we agreed to share a small inside cabin, and then at the last minute he backed and here I was stuck on a cruise by myself. Oh well, I figured I’d make the best of it. At dinner the first night I was seated with an elderly couple and another couple who all seemed very nice. She had long red hair, great tits and being a tit man I was immediately attracted to her. She had brown eyes and long legs. She wore heels which made her taller than she already was and her legs were striking. Her husband seemed like a nice enough man. They were just a regular couple amongst the hundreds on the ship. I might have pegged them for a honeymoon couple until they introduced each other as boyfriend and girlfriend.
She immediately struck up a conversation with me. I ordered a bottle of wine for the table and her boyfriend told me he didn’t drink, and the elderly couple said they weren’t wine drinkers. So she and I killed a couple of bottles of wine over dinner. I must admit I was fascinated by this couple. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but was very demure and seemed very subservient to her. While she reveled in asking me all about my recent divorce and my life, she also was very open to telling me about her boyfriend’s recent divorce. I was a bit taken aback as she started to regale me with the details of her boyfriend’s marital troubles. It was as if she enjoyed telling me that his wife had cheated on him with another man for three years and then had left him. The weird thing was he didn’t seem to object much or say anything. He meekly sat there and nodded at her when she asked for his approval on a certain part of the story.
Oh well, I figured different strokes for different folks. She was striking with a great body I have to admit, but they were an attached couple. After dinner we all went our separate ways and I decided to walk around the ship and check out the deck while most of the passengers were either at the show or in the casino. As I strolled along the port side of the ship just enjoying the night air and the breeze, I saw a couple standing by the rail talking. It was my dinner companions and I figured I would approach and at least say hi. To my surprise, she seemed almost delighted to see me shaking my hand and leading me toward the rail. It was then that I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and had unbuttoned her dress one button lower than at dinner. Being the tit man that I am, I couldn’t help but staring at her gorgeous cleavage and wondering what they looked like out of that dress.
We chatted for awhile and I invited to buy them a drink in the cigar bar. She readily accepted my offer, and took my arm chatting me up as I escorted her to the bar with her boyfriend in tow. Once in the bar she led me to a table for two and immediately sat down leaving her boyfriend standing there dumbstruck. I must say I was a little shocked, but in a moment she was giving him drink orders and he was off to the bar. When he returned and delivered our drinks, he meekly dragged a chair over and joined us. I told them about my recent trip to the French Riviera and how I had pictures in a photo album in my cabin. She immediately suggested that her boyfriend go to my cabin and retrieve the album, to which he put up a bit of resistance which was overcome by her stare.
While he was gone, she placed her hand on mine and told me she had better explain. She then began speaking softly and slowly telling me the story of their relationship. She told me of her boyfriend’s fascination with cuckolding, a term I had heard of but was not totally familiar with. She told of their meeting shortly after his divorce and how he had confessed to her that although the dissolution of his marriage was heartbreaking, the cuckolding piece excited him and still did. She admitted to me that at first, it was all new to her and she was a bit taken aback by the whole thing. However, she related that as time went on and she did more research and talked to more people she was developing a better understanding of what it was about and of his needs and more importantly hers.
I was truly fascinated by this woman. She was deeply in love with her boyfriend and respected and admired him. She told me the power she felt while discussing things at dinner was liberating and amazing. It was as if she was outside of herself looking in. she spoke with such conviction about their relationship. How they both loved each other and believed in being one hundred percent honest with each other. So, she said, when he began to tell her about his excitement with cuckolding, she became intrigued and more than a bit curious. She told me that without giving away secrets, her boyfriend was phenomenal in bed and they had a great sex life. However, she related how it excited her immensely at the thought of having two men attend to her needs while controlling the action. She also told me that while she didn’t think of herself as a dominant personality, she did like the idea of controlling things in the bedroom.
My head was spinning! Between dinner, the wine, the walk on the deck, seeing her with no bra, and this most recent revelation I felt like I had stepped into someone’s fantasy and perhaps I had. I told her I considered myself neither dominant nor submissive, just a regular guy. I knew of dominant and submissive couples and the dynamic that went with them, but this relationship didn’t seem to fit those guidelines or boundaries. I had to be up front and ask her if she was somehow considering me or setting me up to be the third person, to which she smiled a huge grin and said, “You never know!”
I ordered another round of drinks, told her that told I had heard of cuckolding and that the concept intrigued him. I told her that I could see that she and her boyfriend truly loved and respected each other and that if I were to ever be involved in a situation like that it would need to be a triangle of respect. That all parties involved needed to respect each other and treat each other with dignity. I had read so many stories where wives and girlfriends and their lovers were mean and especially cruel to the husbands or boyfriends involved, that being cruel to someone didn’t turn me on at all. Her boyfriend finally returned to the table with the photo album and took a seat. She explained to him what we had been chatting about in his absence and asked him to explain to me his views on the subject.
CHAPTER 4
When I returned to the table, my girlfriend and Bruce greeted me with smiles and my girlfriend had a cat that ate the canary look on her face.
“Honey, I was just telling Bruce about our unique relationship. He’s familiar with the term cuckolding but I thought it would be nice if he heard your explanation and your views.” There it was, out of the bag, out in the open, the eight hundred pound gorilla was now in the room! I took a sip of my soda, took a deep breath and began.
“I’m just a regular guy. I was married for twenty two years had what most would consider a vanilla sex life. During that time, I was always fascinated with cuckolding. My wife at the time, when I tried to explain it to her took it to mean that I wanted an ‘open’ marriage where there’s swinging and each partner had lovers. As much as I tried to explain that’s NOT what cuckolding was she never quite got it.” As I went on, I could feel the lump in my throat easing and my nervousness subside.
“I won’t bore you with the details of my marriage, plus I think my girlfriend told you what happened. Well when the two of us met, I wanted her to know that this lifestyle was something I was into. I took it slow, introduced her to reading material and people that were into it. Like so many unique lifestyles there’s variations and degrees. Many people like to live a 24/7 lifestyle, and the degrees of cuckolding can go from a male like me who would like to be with his wife and another man, to men who want to be totally humiliated and sissified. I’m the former, not the latter. You see, I believe that being a cuckold takes a strong, rather than a weak man, a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to express those feelings to his other half.” Things seemed to be going good up to this point.
“I also believe that for me anyway, cuckolding is the ultimate act of love for my girlfriend. It’s a way of saying that I love her so much I want her to experience the most happiness she can. Now I know some people would think it’s a weird lifestyle, but I’m not looking for someone to come in and fall in love with my girlfriend and take her away, I mean, hey been there, done that, got the t-shirt.” All three of us enjoyed a laugh at that one, but the truth was I had been down that road once and didn’t want to revisit it.
“I mean if my girlfriend can have sex with a great guy while I’m there and all three of us respect each other and enjoy the experience, then what’s the harm?” I was kind of on a roll now and figured there was no sense in stopping in the middle. “We love each other very much and that’s the cornerstone of everything. You see I discovered that if we can love each other that much that we can be totally one hundred percent honest with each other about the most intimate details of our lives, with no judgments then that is what it’s all about. We both love sex and all that goes with it. We’ve both dropped all our inhibitions and are comfortable with who we are and what we like to see one another do.” I exhaled a deep breath and smiled. “I guess that’s about it.”
My girlfriend smiled, stood up, took me by the hand looked at Bruce. “We’re going to retire for the night, I’m sure we’ll be seeing you around.” And with that, she led me from the cigar bar by the hand and we walked hand in hand back to our suite. Once there, we had the most fabulous sex. My girlfriend pushed me on the bed and began to make out with me like we were high school kids. I couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough and before I knew it, she was naked and I was between her thighs licking her and tasting how incredibly wet she was. As I licked her, she played with her nipples and talked about how incredible that night had been. From dinner, to the bar, she said how she felt a sense of power that she had never felt in her life. She mentioned Bruce and how she thought he would be a great person to involve in this cuckolding scene we had talked about for so long. Since my mouth was busy, I could only moan my approval. The more I licked to more verbose she became. Pulling me into her, she moaned loudly and announced that she was cumming. Her hips bucked and I could feel her orgasm come from deep inside.
After the pleasure subsided, I watched her lay there and drift off to sleep with a warm ocean breeze blowing over her and a big smile on her face.
CHAPTER 5
The next day we awoke and just smiled at each other. I think we knew that we had crossed some kind of imaginary line in our relationship. We didn’t see Bruce at all that day on the ship and went about our business and enjoyed ourselves. That night as we dressed for dinner, I could tell my girlfriend was putting a little extra effort into her appearance. Her makeup was a little heavier; the dress she wore accentuated her cleavage and had a slit up the side exposing her gorgeous thigh.
At dinner that night, Bruce wore a suit and it appeared he put some extra effort into his appearance too. The elderly couple didn’t make dinner that night so it was just the three of us. The waiter brought a bottle of wine and I watched as they toasted each other. Bruce said he had enjoyed our conversation last night and it had given him a lot to think about after we left him and he also wondered how the two of us had made out last night after we left him.
My girlfriend with a huge smile on her face just said, “We made out just fine!” Then she glanced at me and raised her glass in a toast. I smiled back and raised my water glass in toast to the two of them. The rest of the dinner was spent with the three of engrossed in conversation about the dynamics of cuckolding. It was enlightening and liberating to say the least. For once, I was sitting at a table with two other people who actually understood what cuckolding entailed. Both Bruce and my girlfriend brought their perspectives and feelings to the table, and I was able to bring mine. To actually talk about it instead of reading about it or fantasizing about it was incredible. It was obvious that all of us were becoming incredibly aroused by the conversation.
After dinner the three of strolled through the ship, caught a show and visited the casino. We had a nightcap in the cigar bar and my girlfriend was making no attempt to reveal that she was very horny. Her dress slid up her thigh and she just sat there exposing her thighs for all to see. After a few drinks I could tell they were both feeling good. My girlfriend stood up and took me by the hand, she looked at Bruce and invited to our suite for a drink. Once in our suite the two of them made their way to the balcony while I poured a couple of glasses of wine for them. I brought them their glasses and sat down watching the two of them leaning on the railing chatting.
My girlfriend turned and said, “I need to change this sunburn is killing me and this dress is making me sore.” Walking into the suite to change, Bruce and I simply smiled at each other while we watched her walk away from us. We stood there, leaning on the railing talking about my girlfriend’s assets when she waked back onto the balcony. She wore a white terry cloth robe, the type they put in your room on the ship with nothing on underneath. In her hand she held a bottle of lotion. “Who wants to put some lotion on my sunburn?” There was an evil grin on her face as she looked at the two of us. Bruce immediately reached out for the lotion and sat on the lounge chair with his legs on either side.
She sat facing me between his legs and pulled her robe down over her shoulders a bit revealing her sunburn. Bruce put some lotion onto his hands and began massaging the lotion onto her shoulders. After a few minutes I could see she was getting aroused by his touch. Her long red hair blowing slightly in the breeze, her head rolling side to side as he kneaded her shoulders gently. I stood transfixed on the sight I had waited so long to see; my girlfriend with another man’s hands on her. But it wasn’t just that, it was her reaction. Her sheer relaxation, and bliss as his hands glided over her naked shoulders.
Her head rolled back and forth and I could see her whole body relax. Her eyes open slightly and a smile came across her face. She spread her legs, looked up at me and whispered, “Lick me.” It was as if I was floating on air, pulled toward her presence. Kneeling in front of her, my head drawn toward the soft folds of flesh between her legs, my tongue began to lick her slowly a first. I could hear her soft moaning above me as Bruce continued to massage her shoulders. My tongue worked at a faster pace as I could feel her growing wetter and taste her arousal. At one point I glanced up to see her robe had fallen away exposing her breasts. Bruce’s hands had also moved south as he rubbed the lotion on her breasts and nipples.
The sight made my tongue work fast and deeper. She moaned louder and spread her legs wider as I licked faster and deeper. It was a surreal moment. Bruce was kissing her neck and playing with her tits as I licked getting her wetter and wetter. I could hear her moaning, her throaty voice calling his name. His hands worked her breasts faster, kneading her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I could feel the passion growing between the three of us. Suddenly she stood up, turned towards Bruce and said, “I want you inside me, now!”
I watched as she clawed like an animal at his zipper, working furiously. He half stood and half sat, yanking his coat off and throwing it on the ground. I still knelt at the foot of the lounge chair in disbelief. I watched her back as she sat on him, and moaned loudly. Slowly at first they moved together in a simultaneous rhythm, up and down, their movements like a gracefully choreographed ballet. Her hands wrapped around his neck I watched them kiss, tongues intertwining. She rode him furiously as I watched her naked body move up and down on another man’s cock.
Their sexual union grew to a frenzied state. Her head went back as she rode him faster and faster. I watched his hips buck under her and she bounced up and down on his cock. There was a moment of final hesitation before they both exploded in ecstasy, her coming on his cock and him coming inside her. They held each other as they’re bodies rocked in the aftershock of their orgasm. Slowly the released from each others embrace, my girlfriend swinging her legs around putting her back into her original position facing me. She took a deep breath and said, “Wow.” Then she opened her legs, smiled at me. “Lick me honey.”
CHAPTER 6
I licked furiously at her lips, tasting the mix of their juices together. Driving my tongue deeper into her I could feel her hips pushing herself into me. I could taste her and sense her growing excitement. Knowing my girlfriend as I do, I could sense an orgasm building. She grabbed me by the ears and pulled my head to her wrapping her legs around my head. I worked my tongue furiously licking and tongue fucking her as never before. Her hips bucked as her orgasm came in waves. She gasped and whimpered above me as Bruce kissed her neck and played with her breasts. As her orgasm subsided, she slowly released her legs and her grasp on my head.
Slowly she got her breath back and smiled down at me. “Now I want you to come for me.” It was more of a command than a request. Immediately I had my shorts off and was stroking my cock. Feeling flowed through me that ranged from excitement, jealousy, embarrassment, humiliation, arousal, all mixed into to one. I was excited at what I had just witnessed, was jealous that he had come in her and I hadn’t, embarrassed by the fact that I was kneeling there jerking off while they sat proudly above me, humiliated by the whole scene, aroused because I was the only one who hadn’t come yet!
I stroked my cock faster and faster while the two of them looked down on my still recovering from their bliss. My orgasm was imminent and I could feel myself getting ready to explode. Without being prompted, Duchess stuck her foot out and I shot my load all over her feet and toes. It was an incredible erotic explosion. It was as if the last two days had been some surreal dream that had just come to fruition. With the rest of my load spent, I knelt there in bliss as Duchess extended her leg with the foot I’d just come on. There was no need for her to utter a single word. I leaned forward and licked her foot and toes clean.
When I was finished, we all looked at each other in amazement. It had finally happened! It was as incredible in reality as it had been in fantasy. After a time the three of us stood and chatted about how incredibly exciting the experience had been. Duchess said she was so satisfied and had totally enjoyed to whole experience. Bruce said the same and all could do was nod in agreement. Bruce gave my girlfriend a good night kiss, shook my hand and told us he was retiring to his room for the night. Duchess and I crawled into bed and had an incredible round of sex. We fell asleep in each others arms with smiles on our faces.
We awoke in the morning still wrapped in each others arms. We had long conversation about the previous night and what had worked for each of us. Duchess told me that there wasn’t much that didn’t work for her! She loved every bit of it. She told me the only thing that would’ve worked better is if I had been wearing pantyhose! I told her we could do that tonight if she wished! She beamed with pleasure and said that is exactly what she was hoping I’d say. I knew in that moment that we had made the right decision last night. We lay in bed awhile longer and talked. Really talked about what had happened, both of us exposing our feelings about our experience. Before I knew it, we were both in the throes of passion once again!
CHAPTER 7
That night at dinner the elderly couple returned and the conversations were a bit tame. Or is should say the conversations between the elderly couple and myself. Duchess and Bruce spent the entire dinner killing a bottle of wine and chatting. It wasn’t done in a mean way; it was more like two people getting to know each other. While we were getting dressed for dinner, Duchess threw me a pair of pantyhose, smiled, and said, “Don’t forget to wear these tonight!”
Duchess wore a beautiful elegant black gown with black satin gloves. The gown has spaghetti straps, and was very low cut with a beaded front cut to v. It came to just above her knees, and she wore black open toed high heels with straps across the top of her feet. She wore an ankle bracelet and a toe ring on her middle toe. She wore no pantyhose or stockings and her bare legs looked great! She wore a gorgeous choker around her neck which she knew turned me on, and long dangling diamond earrings. Obviously, the dress did not allow for her to wear a bra, and down below she wore a sexy sheer black thong.
This outfit was driving me crazy. The black satin gloves along with the cleavage and her gorgeous legs were so erotic I was having trouble containing my erection. I was actual thankful I was wearing the pantyhose as they were at least keeping my erection at bay a little. After dinner the three of us strolled through the ship to one of the shows. We sat at the very back of the darkened theater on high stools with a bar to lean and put your drinks on while we watched the show. As the dancing girls and guys went through their routine, I could see Bruce’s hands traveling up between the Duchess’s legs. She swayed with the music of the show and her breasts nearly fell out of her gown. Bruce sat sideways facing the Duchess, one hand traveling up her thigh and one hand on her breast. It was incredible, this show going on and everyone’s eyes on the stage except mine which were focused on Bruce and the Duchess.
The show they put on was awesome! I was so aroused but I didn’t want to interrupt them. I sat there mesmerized as her tits swung back and forth to the music. I could tell how aroused she was too. The show was in full swing when suddenly she turned to me and motioned her head towards the door. The three of us headed for the door, his arm around her neck, his hand lazily draping over her breast almost touching her nipple. We headed straight for our suite. Once inside they once again headed for the balcony, while I made drinks for them. I made my way onto the balcony to the sight of Bruce and Duchess locked in an embrace making out like two teenagers on a date.
Handing them their drinks, Duchess looked at me and then glanced at my pants. “Lose those.” I fumbled with my belt for a split second and then my pants were off as I stood there in a shirt and black pantyhose.
“Wow” Bruce said.
“I told you I had him wearing pantyhose during dinner.” Duchess smiled at me, holding her glass in a toast. Clinking their glasses, they drank their wine. I must admit I felt a little embarrassed standing there, while my girlfriend and a man who neither of us knew three days ago were making out and I was standing there wearing her pantyhose. At the same time, it was exciting and my arousal was evident. This is what I had dreamt of for the longest time and here we were fantasy turning into reality. Bruce slid the spaghetti straps off Duchess’s shoulders exposing her breasts. He leaned forward, taking her breast in his hand, his tongue circling her nipple, then his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked and she moaned.
Duchess looked at me and I needed no further instruction to know what she wanted. Immediately I was on my knees between her legs, sliding her thong down her long sexy legs. She stepped out of them and spread her legs. My tongue darted in and out of her wetness as I licked and sucked at her pussy. She was dripping wet and I slurped and licked her with wild abandon. Her hands clutched and yanked at his belt, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them to the ground. His half erect cock bobbed up and down. This was the first time I had actually seen it as last night I wasn’t able to catch a glimpse. I must admit that it was considerably larger than mine both in length and width. Duchess grabbed my head and guided it out from under her gown; effortlessly she pushed my head towards his cock.
I have to admit this wasn’t the first cock I’d ever come in contact with. But it was the first cock I had ever come in contact with in this situation. I didn’t hesitate for a second however; I knew what she expected of me as we had talked about it at length several times. Taking his cock in my hands, I gently kissed the tip, licking the pre come from his head and tasting its salty flavor. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and was just about to put it in my mouth when Duchess said, “Wait. I want to see this up close, let’s all go inside.” The three of us retired inside, where he pulled her dress off and threw it in the corner; she pulled his shirt of leaving him naked and then led him to the bed.
I lit two candles to give the room some atmosphere and illumination. I returned to the bed still wearing her pantyhose, and joined them. She lay on her back, he on his side, and they were making out with each other. Without being told, I crawled on the bed and took his cock in my hands stroking it slowly. Again I tasted his salty pre come and then took his entire cock in my mouth. Duchess leaned up on both elbows and watched as Bruce lay on his back spread his legs and let me work on him. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked, my head bobbing up and down on his hard shaft. I could feel him growing harder and larger in my mouth with each suck. He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided my head up and down on his growing cock.
I reached over with my hand and began to finger the Duchess while I sucked Bruce hard. She was soaking and began moaning loudly as I worked my fingers around her hard clit. In one fell swoop she pushed my hand out of her pussy and my head off of Bruce’s cock. In a moment she was on his cock riding him. I was so aroused as I watched her ride him, I began to suck oh tits moving from one to the other. She rode him harder and faster digging the nails of one hand into his chest and the nails of the other into my back. I heard Bruce tell her he couldn’t hold out any longer and was going to come. This seemed to ignite a fire inside her and she began to buck furiously on his cock. Bruce shouted that he was coming and she joined him saying she was coming too. I watched as they rocked together in ecstasy both coming and exploding in passion.
Slowly and gently she removed herself from him and lay on the bed beside him. By this time I needed no verbal instruction from anyone, I was between her legs licking her and kissing her swollen lips ever so gently. I could taste his come and her come mixed together as I drove my tongue deeper inside cleaning her out. Once she was clean, I made my way to Bruce’s cock and gently took him into my mouth and sucked him clean. The two of them lay there in the afterglow as I finished cleaning him and smiled up at the two of them. It was obvious this was working for the three of us.
CHAPTER 8
The rest of our cruise was similar to those two days with Duchess and I doing our thing during the day and then meeting Bruce for dinner and wild sex at night. It was incredible, and we soon found ourselves at ease with each other and the triangle of respect that Bruce talked of was firmly in place. Duchess and I came to enjoy our own set of rules. She told me one night after Bruce had left and they had both come as I knelt next to her on the bed on all four with her fondling my rock hard cock. She had instructed me to shave my cock and balls which I had, and she had tied a tiny bell around them that rang when my cock and balls moved. She liked to hear the bell ring while she played with my balls and called me Tinkerbelle. She said that when Bruce was present I was never to fuck her. Her pussy was for his exclusive use while he was there. She also said that while Bruce was present and the three of us were playing I was not to come. I was only to come after Bruce was left and the two of them were completely satisfied.
As she went on and told me her rules I became increasingly aroused. She lay there on her back in a dreamy state, one hand on the remote control for the television, and one hand fondling my balls. As she talked I moved back and forth on the bed humping her arm, as the combination of the conversation, her fondling my balls, and the sex I had just witnessed was driving me mad. As she talked, I was going crazy wanting to come, but she kept telling me no I had to wait for her permission. She lay there dictating her rules making me agree before I could come. At that point I would have agreed to anything she laid out. Her other rules were simple, aside from me never having intercourse when Bruce was present, I was to always wear her used pantyhose when he was there as a sign of my submissiveness to them. I must always address her as Duchess and him as Sir or Sir Bruce, and they would address me as Tinkerbelle.
In public we would remain a typical vanilla couple, but in private when Bruce was there I would assume this role and she would assume her Duchess role. She spoke as if she had worked this all out in her mind. It was incredibly intoxicating, she was turning into this beautiful dominant and it seemed to be coming to her as natural as her long red hair. She said she loved it when I got Bruce hard and it was so hot and made her so wet that I would be always required to do that when we were together. I was so excited I was ready to explode, my humping of her arm increased with each word. She worked my balls furiously and said, “Does Tinkerbelle want to come?” I could only grunt my desires; I was in such a state of ecstasy it was as if I was in a state of suspended animation. Finally she acquiesced and I humped her arm faster and faster until I could feel myself shoot. It was an incredible sensation to come without anyone touching your cock, just your balls. After I shot my load I knelt there spent and exhausted and she just looked at me and then at her arm. I knew what she meant and I licked her arm clean. Afterwards, we both lay there exhausted holding each other and talking about what an incredible experience this had been.
The final night of our cruise was as spectacular as the previous ones. It was then that Bruce, or Sir Bruce as I had come to call him told us that he was moving to a small town that happened to be exactly an hour between me and Duchess. He said it would be perfect for us to get together. We could come to him or the Duchess could stop on her way to my house and pick up a present to bring me. It all seemed incredible and too good to be true.
Well two years later, and our relationship with Bruce is still going strong. For him it’s about great sex with two people he trusts implicitly. For us it’s about being about being able to share a lifestyle we’ve always wanted. Duchess gets great sex from two great guys; one she loves and respects dearly and the other she respects and admires. Our triangle of respect has deepened and we all truly respect each other. From all outward appearances, you’d never know the lifestyle we lead. From all outward appearances we’re a normal ‘vanilla’ couple, but behind closed doors we lead a totally different lifestyle. So the next time you sit down to dinner on a cruise, never assume the couple sitting across from you is a normal couple, it could be the Duchess and me!