Dark Tide

by Ben Boswell

  His ardor had barely cooled, his thrusts still hard, ragged. My wife was urging him on, her knuckles white as she clenched at his hard, black ass.

  She licked a drop of sweat off his face and gasped in his ear, “that’s it, fuck me, baby.”

  He jolted as if seared and his whole body tensed up again as he came yet again, this time inside my wife’s battered cunt. Finally his frenzy abated. He gasped for breath as he slowly churned inside her. Even after four orgasms, in at most five minutes, he was still hard enough to move inside her without falling out.

  Jennifer giggled. “Now that’s out of the way, it’s time for you to learn how to please a woman.”

  He looked at her quizzically.

  “That’s right, big boy, we’re just getting started. And you owe me.”

  That seemed to get him going and he began thrusting harder, but before he could get launched on another round, she managed to extricate herself. Helping him to his feet, she took his hand and led him from the storeroom. In the excitement, her string bikini had torn off, and he’d lost his shorts, so they walked through the ship like that, a naked blonde leading a young, ripped, black man with no pants, a very prominent erection, and a come-stained polo shirt.

  ***

  She took him to the master cabin, which made it harder for me to spy on them. I had to content myself with quick glances in from the salon or through the topside windows, but there was no place to remain unobserved for any real period of time.

  For the most part, I was okay with that. They’d first showered together, and then naked and damp installed themselves on the bed for an extended session of caresses and mutual masturbation. Hot in its own way, but frankly a little boring to watch. And then after, when she pressed his head between her legs and treated herself to extended tongue-lashing, I again lost interest. I was discovering that my interracial fantasy was narrower than I had realized. What turned me on was a black bull taking a white woman, not just an interracial couple making love.

  Still, I did catch a couple of glimpses of action that got my heart rate up: Jennifer riding him reverse cowgirl, her gorgeous ass rising and falling on his long prick; a few moments of her on her back, legs over his shoulders, taking it hard; and a couple of minutes of straight doggy, his body bent over hers so that his hands could vigorously maul her big boobs.

  Reg and Thom had made themselves scarce, but there were periodic signs of them. Thom in particular kept leaving out freshly made frozen drinks and platters of munchies that I gnawed distractedly as I circled the boat between episodes of discreet espionage of what was going on below.

  And then after another trip to the bow to clear my head, I returned to the rear deck to find Jennifer wearing a sheer sundress, hair in a ponytail, drinking a rum punch, nibbling on a shrimp skewer and grinning at me.

  “Where’s loverboy?” I asked.

  She gave me a sheepish grin. “I think I may have killed him…. Either that or he’s passed out.”

  “You seem pleased with yourself.”

  “I am.” She held out her arms. “Behold super-MILF, able to conquer young boy-toys in a single bound.”

  “I have a feeling there was more than bounding involved.”

  She nodded. “I think we might have actually invented a couple of positions.”

  I laughed. “Unless they involve lasers and GPS, I doubt you did anything not covered in the Kama Sutra.”

  “Maybe, although as sore as I am, it would be nice to think I’d broken new ground.”

  A wicked thought went through my head. “Maybe you need a massage.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Offering?”

  “Well, I could, but there is a pro on board. Thom apparently –“

  “Thom, eh?”

  I shrugged. “Reg mentioned it a couple of days ago. To be honest forgot about it until just now. You have to admit, things have been, um, crazy.”

  “So you’re thinking just a massage, then?”

  I giggled like an idiot. “Would be relaxing, I’m sure. Work the soreness out of your muscles. But then again, Thom has been making us all these amazing meals, and he is the one guy on board who –“

  “I haven’t fucked.”

  I shook my head. “The mouth on you!”

  “Maybe I need something to gag me with.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  She chuckled and took a lusty bite of shrimp. “Uh huh.”

  ***

  By the time I tracked down Thom, he and Reg had rousted Denny from our cabin, and were straightening up and changing the linens. Despite all the chaos Jennifer and I were causing, they ran a tight ship.

  “What’d you do with Denny?” I asked Reg.

  He laughed. “I was going to ask you that. He’s recovering. Don’t worry, he has a double shift ahead of him tonight…. Unless you’ll be wanting his services?”

  “Ah, no. But we were hoping to call upon Thom’s expertise as a masseur.”

  “For you or for madam?”

  “I’m afraid my wife is a bit sore and would enjoy a rub down.”

  I saw an impish smile flash across Thom’s face.

  ***

  It was a glorious afternoon. Blue skies, wispy white clouds. We were sailing with the wind, off the coast of Great Guana Cay, a loose collection of small islands, coves, inlets, and sand bars. Dolphins played in the surf and flocks of birds clustered in the shallow, sheltered waters.

  Thom had set up his massage table outside on the rear deck so Jennifer could enjoy the scenery even as she got her massage. I joined her, lounged out on a white, leather sofa, drinking from a bottle of champagne we’d cracked for the occasion.

  Thom discreetly held a sheet up in front of his eyes so that my wife could slip onto the table naked. He draped the sheet over her and proceeded to give Jennifer a very professional massage.

  Even after all I’d seen over the past few days, there was still something very erotic about seeing this near stranger massaging my wife, his strong hands caressing her body, her skin glistening with oil in the late afternoon sunlight. By the time he had her on her back and was massaging her thighs, I was nearly bursting with excitement.

  I approached my wife and stood by her head.

  “Did that get out all the aches and pains?”

  “Well, not all of them,” she joked lewdly… as I knew she would.

  “Well, what about that,” I asked Thom, as I quickly yanked off the sheet covering my naked wife. “Can you do anything about that?”

  Jennifer shrieked and reached for the sheet, but I’d already tossed it aside and was leaning across her to prevent her from rising more than a couple of inches. I pointed toward her snatch, which was indeed looking a little worn, puffy, reddish.

  “I’m afraid your crewmates have been a bit rough on my poor, innocent wife.”

  She rolled her eyes and then lay back submissively.

  “Yes,” Thom nodded kindly, “well, we can take care of that.”

  He reached under the table and pulled out container of aloe vera cream. Coating his fingers, began applying the lotion to my wife’s vulva. She moaned as he gently caressed her sensitive flesh. I looked down at Jennifer who was looking away from him, toward me, apparently embarrassed at being so casually handled, out in the open, in broad daylight, but there was also small smile on her face.

  Using generous amount of the balm, he massaged her slowly, his fingertips now slipping between her puffy lips to the even more swollen and nearly cherry skin within. She gasped in passion, her hand reaching out to me. I stepped in closer and let her fingers begin stroking my cock through my shorts.

  As much as I wanted to just focus on Thom’s dark, weathered hand exploring my wife’s sensitive folds, I needed relief as well. I’m not a monk after all, and I’d spend the past twenty-four hours, maybe the most erotic twenty-four hours of my life, without so much as a handjob.

  I pulled down my shorts and fed my prick into my wife’s hot, wet mouth. The fact that she’
d had two other men’s cock, two big, black dicks, in her mouth since she last blew made it that much hotter, wicked. She sucked me hungrily and I couldn’t help but think about how she’d done the same for Reg and then Denny, how she’d whipped both in a near frenzy.

  I looked up to see Thom staring at me enviously. He tried to mask it with a smile, but desire was evident in his expression. He was fingering her pussy, deeper now, harder, until she whined in discomfort. He withdrew as if scalded. He didn’t want to hurt her. I gave him a reassuring nod.

  “She’s too sore there, but maybe….”

  I reached down and rolled her onto her side facing me. It allowed me to thrust deeper into her mouth and at the same time presented her ass to him. He immediately grasped the offer. He raised an eyebrow at me. I peered down at Jennifer. She was looking me straight in the eye. She swallowed me to the root. I reached down and grabbed her ass cheek, squeezing it firmly, flashing her anus at him. She lifted her knee toward her chest to add an exclamation point to the proposition.

  He smiled, sighed, and shuddered all at once. He took a thick gob of lotion and rubbed it into his fingertips. He slid his hand between her cheeks and made small circles with the pad of his index finger around on the sensitive skin of her asshole. She sucked me harder, her excitement building. I grabbed a handful of her hair to slow her down. I didn’t want to come. Not yet. Not until….

  He pressed a thick finger into her rectum, slowly, but firmly, up to the second knuckled as her body shuddered and she moaned wetly around my hard prick. I reached down and tweaked one of her swollen nipples; he began finger fucking her ass slowly; her body began to sway. Her hand slid down over her to belly to her clit; he pressed second finger into her anus; she sucked on me as if to vacuum out my come.

  He prepared her virgin ass with practiced ease; not too fast, but confidently, firmly, with lots of lube, and an experienced touch. I could sense her body soften, relax, her grip on my cock eased, even as he moved her closer to the edge of the table.

  I looked over at Thom. Gone was the kindly older man, always at our ready with a drink or a canapé. In his place was a seasoned cocksman about to sample a most delectable prize.

  He smoothly freed his prick. Knowing Jennifer was scrutinizing my face, I kept my expression as neutral as possible, but it was hard. He wasn’t packing a cervix-punishing weapon like Reg, but he was at least as thick, particularly worrisome given her inexperience with anal sex.

  I knew somehow he’d stop if I insisted, and yet he didn’t really give me, or her, a chance to protest. He coated his bulbous head with lotion and then leaned in against her. Her sphincter resisted his firm pressure for just a moment and then the head of his cock disappeared into her tiny little ass.

  She jolted and my cock slipped from her mouth. She stared up at me wide-eyed. She gasped.

  “Oh my God, he’s in my ass.”

  Her words. Her expression. The sight of his thick, ebony tool burrowing further into her butt. I lost it. Three thick spurts in quick success. All over my wife’s face. She didn’t even seem to notice. With both hands on her hip to hold her in place, he was now sawing into her again and again and again.

  ***

  Jennifer and I floated in the warm, clear water as the sky went from orange to red to violet in the gathering dusk. It was beautiful, but there was an awkward silence between us.

  “Are you okay?” I asked for what seemed like the tenth time.

  “Yeah,” she replied, getting exasperated.

  “You sure?”

  She rolled her eyes at me. “Okay, I feel like a whore,” she admitted.

  “You’re not.”

  “I am. I’m a whore.”

  “That would make me a pimp,” I replied, trying to lighten the mood.

  She hesitated and then nodded. “Yeah, you’re a pimp.”

  “In a good way or a bad way?”

  “There’s a good way?”

  “Fo’ shizzle, ma nizzle, means, yo, I’s can keeps ma bitches in line.”

  She looked at me appalled.

  “What? I heard Snoop Dogg say it.”

  “You’re a pimp and apparently a racist.”

  “You’re really upset at me?”

  She chuckled. “No. Just trying to figure out what this is all about.”

  “Having a little fun?”

  “But why this particular fun? Why couldn’t you be a regular guy and fantasize about two girls at once.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “So why now?”

  “Honestly, I think it was just the aesthetics of it at first. And then once it got in my head, I don’t know, it just took hold.”

  “So no regrets.”

  I shook my head. “You?”

  She hesitated.

  “I mean, you have enjoyed it, right?”

  She nodded grudgingly.

  “Even with Thom?”

  “Couldn’t you tell?”

  “I wasn’t sure what with all the thrashing and cursing and eye rolling.”

  She splashed water at me. “I’m going to stick a beer bottle up your ass and we’ll see how much you thrash and curse.”

  “But you liked it?”

  “I did. Hard to explain, but feeling like a whore is oddly liberating. You don’t feel threatened?”

  “Why, because all three of them are hung like –“

  “That doesn’t matter.”

  I laughed. “You girls would be more reassuring if you didn’t feel the need to reassure us all the time.”

  “It doesn’t,” she insisted.

  I waved her reassurance away. There was no way it made no difference, but there was no point in debating it. “Okay.”

  She sighed. “Thing is, I don’t know what happens now.”

  “What do you mean? We go home. Play with our kids. I try to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.”

  “As if all of this never happened?”

  “I… I don’t see why it has to be either or. Either our whole lives are different or it meant nothing.”

  “And what does it mean?”

  I edged closer. “I means that my wife is the sexiest bitch I’ve ever seen and that I’m the lucky pervert who snagged her.”

  “So, sex is sex, huh?”

  I nodded.

  She was quiet again. I wanted to ask her again if everything was okay, but I knew I had more than exhausted that question. Still, I knew she hadn’t told me everything.

  I looked around and noticed it was getting quite somber. The boat seemed to be receding into the distance, though I figured that was just an optical illusion. Still, it was disconcerting.

  “Hey honey, as much fun as it’s been to feel like we’re starring in Black Dicks and White Chicks, I’m beginning to feel like we’re stuck in a remake of Open Water.”

  “We are in shark-infested waters,” she teased.

  But suddenly I wasn’t in the mood to kibitz. Sharks freak me out. “Race you,” I said.

  She laughed. “Oh sure, leave me out here all alone.”

  But her bravado faded quickly in the suddenly inky water. She caught up and passed me just as we reached the boat.

  ***

  We had a light dinner and went to bed early. Jennifer was, not surprisingly, out like a light in moments. As hot as it was to see her getting fucked silly, it was nonetheless putting a bit of a crimp in our sex life. Still, I was pretty sure it would all come around in the end, so to speak.

  After a while of tossing and turning, I decided to get out of bed and spend a little time on deck. I was half-way through the salon before I remembered Reg’s plan to make Denny pull a double shift. Not that Denny was a bad kid, but of the crew, he was the one with whom I was least eager to spend a bunch of time. I mean, what did we have to talk about other than what a good lay my wife was? I was about to turn back when I heard Reg’s voice, and then Thom’s, as well as Denny’s. I turned around yet again to join them when I realized they were talking about Jennifer. It f
roze me.

  “Damn, man, I can’t believe she let you put it in her ass,” Denny exclaimed excitedly, like the horny teenager he was.

  Thom chuckled. “Let me? He damn near begged me to. Rolled her over on her side and pulled her cheeks apart. Here you go.”

  “And she just let you?” Denny marveled.

  “I’m not sure ‘no’ is in her vocabulary,” Thom joked.

  “Easy guys,” Reg interrupted. “Just be thankful.”

  “I know, I know,” Thom replied. “Believe me, I am. But you know what I mean, Reg. You ever seen anything quite like her?”

  Reg laughed. “Uh, no. I have to admit, she’s unique. And man, so grateful. I mean, when I finished in her mouth. That look she gave me. It was like it was her first drink of fresh water after a month at sea.”

  “Well, I’m gonna put it in her ass tomorrow,” Denny chimed in.

  “Only if she wants to,” Reg cautioned.

  Denny laughed. “Oh, don’t worry about that Reg. Bitch is in love with me. You should have heard her. Oh Denny, that’s so good. Oh Denny, your fiancée is such a lucky woman. Every time I gave her another load, she’d be down on her knees getting me hard. She couldn’t get enough of me.”

  Thom laughed. “Yeah, she probably couldn’t, not at ten seconds per fuck.”

  “Fuck you,” Denny snipped as the two older men laughed. “I wore out that pussy. And tomorrow, I’m gonna wreck that ass.”

  Reg laughed again. “And tonight, you’re going to keep watch. Fall asleep and I’ll make sure you don’t get within a hundred yards of her pussy or ass.”

  I heard movement up top as Reg and Thom bade Denny farewell. I was worried that they might head down into the salon and run into me, but I was unable to move

  The effect of hearing them talking about my wife like that was paralyzing. My hands were shaking. The way Reg had described her as grateful for his come, the way Denny had described her reaction to him, Thom’s stunned admiration of her, what, sluttiness? Could they really be speaking about my Jennifer?

  Luckily, they headed forward rather than down, and when I was able to move again, I collapsed down on the sofa. From up top, I heard Denny turn on a radio station to keep him company during the night watch, though I was pretty sure it was thoughts of my wife that would really keep him occupied. Keep us all occupied, I realized.