Losing Control II
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My musings were interrupted by movement on the foredeck. Although Bea had reached her limits the guys hadn’t finished yet and while Bea continued to lie on the deck they stood over her and started to beat off. Bea was obviously enjoying the view and encouraged the guys with soft words and by reaching up occasionally to fondle their balls while they stroked. Ray came first, his sperm arching into the air to splatter and splash on Bea’s chest and face. He continued to rub his cock until every drop had fallen onto my wife’s eager body. Hardly had Ray finished when Rob also exploded, adding his load to the mess already covering Bea. From my position at the helm I had a clear view of my wife as she smiled at the two men. Her face and breasts were covered with thick strands of cum, which dribbled and dripped slowly down her body. She laughed in delight at the guys as she rubbed their sticky loads into her skin.
I doubt I had ever seen her look more beautiful than she did at that moment, laughing and smiling so happily while covered in the absolute proof of her infidelity to me. I felt so proud of her for being able to let herself enjoy her sexuality without guilt or repression. I loved her for it and, if being honest, felt a little proud of myself for being able to give her the gift of freedom.
The three of them collapsed on the deck and the two men wrapped their arms around Bea. Within a short time they were all asleep and I drank in the sight of my wife sandwiched so safely and happily in the arms of her lovers for the last time. I let them rest until, reluctantly, I had to rouse them as it was time to dress and prepare for landfall. Our holiday was over and it was time for Bea to say goodbye to her lovers. Chances were we would never see either of the guys again but they would always be a part of our lives and an eternal ghostly presence in our marital bed.
As I watched Bea walk back from the foredeck to get showered and changed, her skin still showing the dried marks of her lovers’ cum, I suspected, and fervently hoped, that this was not the last time my wife would welcome two men into her bed. As I steered the yacht towards its berth I realised I regretted nothing that had led us to this place. I smiled to myself. I was looking forward to our adventures still to come.
Bea
I was sad that our time had come to an end but it had certainly been a holiday that none of us would ever forget. Once the guys had cleaned and sorted the boat it was time to leave. In the interests of maintaining some decorum in the somewhat conservative Caribbean I opted to say goodbye to the guys in the cabin below. Both men were waiting for me when I walked into the cabin and I couldn’t help smiling seeing them dressed so respectably and remembering all the deviant times we had shared. Rob held his arms open and I slipped into his embrace. I buried my face in his strong chest and breathed in his manly smell for the last time. Ray slipped his arms around me from behind and I luxuriated in the feeling of being sandwiched between two such large and virile men. I felt small and warm and so incredibly safe.
For a long time we simply stood still in our three-way embrace then I raised my face to Rob’s and gave him a long, slow and deep kiss, trying with my mouth and tongue to express my thanks and appreciation for all that he had given me and allowed me to explore with Ray. When I’d finished I turned to Ray and kissed him the same way, loving once again the slight differences in taste and technique between the two men. I could feel my body responding and a warm wetness between my legs.
Maybe if we’d had time I would have given the boys a proper farewell but it was probably best that I couldn’t as my pussy, albeit dripping, was also throbbing painfully from overuse. The poor thing had endured quite a work out and I hoped Jason was going to be okay with waiting for his turn until I’d had time to recover. Actually, since I still had the key to his chastity cage he’d just have to wait until I was ready, like it or not. I smiled to myself, although I might be losing my two lovers I still had a husband to torment and who knows, now I was well and truly over Steve, I might just start dating again when we got home...
Finished with our farewells we emerged onto the deck. Jason was waiting patiently by the wheel with our bags and I felt a rush of love at gratitude for this man who would wait so uncomplainingly while I said goodbye to the men who had been fucking me right under his nose. I slipped on my sunglasses against the glare and, reaching forward to take his hand, let my husband lead me onto the wharf and away from the boat and the adventure we had shared.
As we stepped onto the jetty we passed a young couple who were admiring the yacht. ‘Isn’t it beautiful?’ the woman was saying. ‘I’d love to go out on a boat like that. Could we try it?’
Her husband snorted. ‘I bet you’d be bored in five minutes.’
Under the anonymity of my sunglasses I studied the woman’s face and, perhaps it was just my imagination but I swear I saw a flash of wantonness as she looked at the two big black men still standing on the deck and replied sweetly, ‘Oh I don’t know. I think I could find something to do to amuse myself.’
You go girl, I thought to myself. Try it just once and I guarantee you’ll never go back...