Journey to Another Life Ch. 10

Nikki couldn't stop smiling as she led Charles to the cabin. Her fingers and lips tingled. She felt like a child whose parents had given her permission to the very thing that none of the other kids could do, the thing that had consumed her thoughts for such a long time that part of her felt like she'd already experienced it. And yet, nervousness accompanied her adrenaline rush as she reached the door. This was no simple seduction like the one with the two guys on St. Martin. This was more than sex. Totally new territory in every way. But it was territory she desperately longed to traverse. She let go of Charles's hand and went inside peeling her dress off as she went in one easy motion while sliding her tiny panties off with her other hand she turned to face him dressed only in her heels. When the tall black man entered the cabin and saw that she was already standing naked before him, she saw all the emotions she'd hoped to see cross his face: first shock, then fear, then longing, and finally, relief. "Nikki," he whispered. A wonderful husky quality infused his voice. "I couldn't wait," she said, just before she stepped forward and entered his cabin. He'd barely shut the door behind her when they were in each other's arms, continuing the kiss that had ended so prematurely less than an hour before. The connection between them now was unfettered by trepidation or fear. She felt his desire flowing through his body and coming off his skin. He'd kissed her with some slight reservation on deck, probably leery of being attacked by Ed. Now, though, he held nothing back, and as his tongue sought hers, everything she felt for him came back to her in a surge of heat from him. He hadn't had time to slip out of his clothes and still worse his shorts and lightweight shirt. Pressed against him in their passionate embrace, their skin touched in the spots that the clothes didn't cover. Her hands worked quickly to expose more of his body?she yanked at his sleeves and fumbled to untie his belt. She needed more, wanted more, demanded more. Seconds later, the exquisite smoothness of him was hers to enjoy, from the chiseled chest to the firm abdominals. It was true that his mouth surpassed any she'd ever known for pure sensuality. It was also true that his height and stature made her feel safer than she'd ever felt with any other man. But it was that cock?that huge, wondrous cock?that pushed her toward delirium. The image of it in the shower a few days before had kept her pussy moist ever since. She would get weak whenever she recalled its amazing proportions and the contortions that might be necessary to fit it into any hole on her body. And now, here it was, pressing against her belly, assuring her that soon it would be hers. Was she ready to accommodate a cock this size? Could any woman do it and not hurt herself? Throughout their kiss, she prepared herself to look at the cock she'd been wet for all day, the cock that was now hard and perhaps even bigger than it was before. His big hands cupped her ass cheeks while he kissed her. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand to his massive meat and was so stunned by what she found, that she broke their kiss and stepped away from him. "What's wrong?" he asked, panic blazing in his eyes. She felt her whole body flush with embarrassment. Her eyes were fixed on all twelve inches of his hard-on. She had never stammered in the face of a woody before but this! This was something entirely new. "I'm sorry, Charles. It's just that you're so ... large," she whispered. Even as she said it, though, she wanted it between her lips. She wanted to kneel before it and anoint it with kisses of adoration. But she couldn't move. Its size transfixed her. He let out a low, deep laugh. "Don't tell me you're afraid," he said affectionately. "I ... I just never knew they came in this size," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "It's like a work of art, Charles. A colossal work of art." He laughed and crossed his arms, then clenched and manipulated a few key muscles that triggered a sweeping wave of the artwork in question. She giggled in appreciation but his display of control actually heightened her nervousness. "I can only guess what other tricks you can do with that thing," she said, finally getting to her knees because she suddenly had no other option. She got very close to it, examining it as if she expected to find some aspect of it that would prove beyond any doubt that it wasn't human, after all. But as her eyes roamed the ebony head the size of workman's boot heel, she knew what it must be like for a man to come face to face with a truly beautiful woman. She understood the breathless immobility, the loss of control, the complete abandonment of the mind. This was everything she'd ever fantasized about yet now that it was before her, bigger and more beautiful than even her imagination had concocted, she was torn between staring at it and consuming it whole. "Suck me, Nikki." His voice, so deep and commanding, shook her from her reverie and propelled her firmly into the zone her body screamed for. She brought her face to the base of his monster cock, extended her tongue, and touched it to his shaft. As she followed a thick, pronounced vein up toward the tip, she took hold of his hard, muscled thighs. From that moment on, not a single thought formed in her head. She was a bundle of hungers, drives, and needs, feeding them by whatever means were necessary. She'd never opened her mouth so wide to accept cock?ever. But the pain didn't even register. Her lips were pulled to their limit and her jaw ached but that cock had to slide down her throat. She employed every trick she knew to relax her throat to accept every inch of Charles, and gradually, her gag reflex gave up and his tip tickled the part of her gullet that had previously only known food and drink. But with that accomplishment came the need for more penetration. They seemed to realize it at the same time because suddenly, they were moving toward the bed, groping and kissing as they went. She instinctively laid on her back?she wanted to watch him when he fucked her. He approached her with care, a loving gleam in his eyes that dissipated her fear even more. Holding his cock like the club that it essentially was, he pointed it as her dripping cunt. She prepared herself and spread her legs wider, but he surprised her by running his fingers along her wet pussy lips first. "Fantastic," he muttered. "So juicy." "Fuck me, Charles." He was as gentle as he needed to be, but more important, he was as powerful as she expected him to be. His dick drove into her wetness carefully but it traveled at a speed that made her shout with joy. The sensations from her pussy forced her eyes to the back of her head. His strong hands gripped her calves and held them by the side of her face. He pushed deeper?she called out louder and longer. She was her pussy. Utterly and entirely, she was the stretched pussy walls, the overtaxed hole, the slammed cervix. His friction was more intense because of the way he'd spread her, forcing the nerve endings in her cunt to congregate to the surface and absorb the relentless in-and-out motion he delivered. She didn't know where her orgasm had begun. Nor was she sure where it officially ended. All she really knew was that for an extended period, the sensations that emanated from her pussy vacillated between sublime pleasure and magnificent pain. When she'd lost her virginity years ago, the transition hadn't been all that memorable. Nothing truly changed within her that she could measure or even describe. But now, with Charles, the completeness of her surrender brought her close to tears. She was being plundered by a man with a cock so enormous, it would be impossible not to feel the effects of it. He "took" her as she longed to be taken, as every woman longs to be taken, in a sweeping blur of madness and affection, of respect and frenzy. Instead of losing something, she had the astonishing feeling that she'd gained passage into a new strata of womanhood. And as this realization infiltrated her semi-conscious mind, Charles withdrew from her hole and erupted in a spectacular display of pleasure. Come shot up in obscene arcs above her body and landed in random spots on her face, breasts, and tummy. Ropes of it found their way into her hair, and one particularly large glob splattered prominently on her left cheek. His sac was even fuller than she could have hoped with hot, eager come. Without thinking, she rubbed all of it into her skin, grinning contentedly as she did so. He smiled at her in a combination of pride and modesty. She propped herself up on her elbows to get another look at his prize penis. "My God," she said, caught up in another wave of awe. "You leave me speechless." "That's good, isn't it?" He held his black meat in his hand like it was a sausage he wasn't sure he wanted to cook yet. "Oh, yes." He laid by her side and she positioned herself to press her thigh against his cock. It felt reassuring to have it there. His hand covered her breast. "I neglected these," he pointed out. "Oh, I think there's plenty of time to make amends," she told him. He brought his mouth to her alert, pink nipple. Even his tongue is huge, she noted silently as it licked her. The sight of his black face and pink tongue triggered another round of hunger in her, albeit less crazed than the first one. "Can I ride you, Charles?" she asked, more out of lust than courtesy. He rolled over on his back. "I can think of nothing I'd rather do more." His overgrown nightstick stood at such rigid attention, it was hard to believe he'd just come so prodigiously. She was sore from him being on top, but no amount of discomfort could dampen her desire for him. Her pussy had never felt so alive, and as a result, neither had she. She mounted him slowly, easing him in incrementally. The insides of her thighs were still wet with her own juices but she could no longer smell only herself. The scent in the room was a heady mixture of both of them?her pussy, his sweat, her perspiration, his balls. His balls. That was the addition that she needed at this moment. Now that she had half his cock up her sodden hole, she reached behind her to grab a handful of his sac. Naturally, what he had overflowed in her small palm, but she held on to what she could and massaged as the circumstances would allow. He moaned. "Oh, Nikki. Every spot that you touch feels like it's on fire." "Good," she said, near bursting with excitement and satisfaction. "Can you take all of me up inside you?" He really seemed concerned about her capacity, which she found touching. "I aim to try," she said as yet another inch disappeared in her pussy. He extended his long, strong arms and covered her tits with his palms. He squeezed. "You have the loveliest titties." "Thank you. You have no idea how much they've been wanting you to notice them." "Oh, I noticed them, all right," he said. "At least, I did when your beautiful arse or legs weren't competing for my attention." Three-quarters of his cock sat inside her now and she felt certain that, with a little more effort, she could get him completely in. If she had done it on her back, she could definitely do it on top of him. But then he began to lift and thrust her hips, destroying her careful maneuvering and pushing her yet again to fits of unfocused blurs of intense orgasms. Already he seemed to know what she could accommodate?he was reading her body as if they'd been lovers for weeks or months or even years. How sweet he is, she thought. How amazing and sexy and hard and masterful. But he isn't Ed. And that, she realized, was his one and only flaw. Now that his gargantuan meat had stopped impaling her, and their wild hungers satiated for at least the moment, her mind wandered to that strange and bizarre thought. He's not Ed. At first, that had been Charles's appeal. He was big and black and looked like he could fuck incessantly without even stopping for water. But he was sweet and kind, too, which distinguished him from boy toys she might otherwise have been tempted to play with. She'd wanted a little romance. Ed had finally given his approval. And now she'd seduced the object of her desire and enjoyed a series of sexual positions and delights most women could only dream about. And it seemed to have taken all of that?every step?to bring her to the conclusion that as wonderful as Charles was, she could never love him quite as she loved Ed. But she did have strong feelings for him and realized that in some ways she possibly wanted him just as much or even more then Ed. She ran her hand along the chiseled planes of his torso, still incredulous that she and he were finally alone and naked together. When she glanced down at his cock, what looked like a flashlight rested against his powerful thigh. Even when flaccid, his genitals appeared ready for action. And yet she knew that more of her heart lay with the man that was in the guest cabin across the hall, with the man she'd married only days before. The man who treated her to this beautiful cruise, gave her permission to indulge her fantasies (which just happened to coincide nicely with his own), and trusted her enough to return to him. No man, no matter how impressive his penile girth or length, could ever win her heart as completely as Ed had. She'd always known she loved him more than anything or anyone she'd ever known, and somehow, at this moment, she understood her feelings with a new and sparkling clarity. But with that realization came another. Now that she understood that Charles could be the romantic and sexual outlet she'd hoped without changing her feelings for Ed, she had a new appreciation of his smooth, ebony skin, his unfathomably huge dick, and his luscious lips. If he'd made her salivate in the past, now he inspired voracious hunger. Her attraction was now not as tempered by tenderness?now it existed independently of sweet, romantic notions about hurting Ed. She now knew she could take Charles as a proper lover. She looked again at him, thrilling her eyes and loins at once. She had just given herself permission to get very, very nasty with Mr. Baker. And the very first order of business, she decided, as the very scent of his balls and the satiny finish of his skin taunted her toward action, was to taste every bit of whatever this man had to offer. He'd already fed her cunt?now she would have him feed her mouth. She moved quickly, sitting up so she could employ both hands to roll him onto his stomach. "Hey!" He exclaimed, surprised by her sudden activity. "What are you doing?" Underneath his good-natured question, she sensed reluctance or hesitation. Was he shy, all of a sudden? But she prevailed, of course. Soon he was face down on the bed and she had insinuated her face into his delectable ass crack. He tried to wiggle away but she wouldn't let him. "Oh, no, you don't!" She giggled. "I'm going to lick you into oblivion if I have to overpower you to do it!" Her tongue delved into his dark, firm cleavage. As he groaned in response, she instantly understood why he had tried to push her away. The distinct aroma of sweat and shit wafted up to her nostrils. Normally, the combination would have prompted her to roll him back onto his back. Why not now? Because it was something new of his for her to taste. She spread his cheeks wide and inhaled. When she swirled her tongue around his opening, he squirmed. She was going to eat his ass until one or both of them lost their minds. With his cheeks under her palms, she rimmed his hole, growing more aroused by the minute. She wanted everything he produced?his come, his piss, his shit, his sweat. She would eat it all. Her tongue circled his opening close to a hundred times, and with each swirl, she felt him relax a teeny bit more. At last, he pushed his ass toward her face in an unspoken plea for penetration. She was only too happy to oblige. Rolling up the sides of her tongue to form a miniature spear, she shoved it into his sphincter. In so doing, she got a whole new dose of his unique, personal taste, and the sharpness of it made her feel not only depraved but very, very hot. She tongue-fucked his ass while keeping her own up high. She liked the position?it made her feel slutty and free. Her nose only smelled his ass now, so deep in his crack had she burrowed. But her tongue felt the loosening of his muscles and her chin felt the tightening of his balls. It was time to flip him over. His body seemed to follow behind the mindful maneuvers of his cock, which had grown to its famously untenable size. Nikki briefly wondered how he'd been able to lay on it without experiencing pain. Now that he was on his back, it was a baton pointed at the ceiling. She knew that he was seconds away from spewing and she wanted every drop. She grabbed his balls but with her other hand, she pulled his fingers to her cunt, knowing that the moment he felt her juicing for him, he'd come. She was absolutely right. With the smell of his ass now ingrained in the skin of her cheeks and chin, she inhaled deeply as she stuffed his cock in her mouth. She still couldn't take as much of it as she longed to?he was so fucking huge that his knob alone took up half her mouth. But she opened her throat as wide as she could so when the gush of semen came, she felt it ooze down her gullet. Every hot pump of the stuff splashed against the back of her throat. She tried to mix it with the residual taste of ass and winced with pleasure at the nastiness of it all. Little did Nikki know that when her ass was tilted upward in wanton abandonment, Ed had been watching. He'd seen, through the deck hatch, every move?from the moment that Nikki had decided she loved Ed and wanted to taste all that Charles had to offer to the astounding explosion of the black man's dick into her mouth. His voyeurism had begun innocently enough. Hadn't it, Ed wondered? After all, he'd waited up on deck for a while, surprised that she had decided to take Charles to their cabin. He then went down to the guest cabin but the faint noises aroused him beyond sleep. He'd needed fresh air and a walk up on deck. Who could blame him for peering into the deck hatch above the cabin? The lights had been on, which was virtually an invitation on a boat where only three people resided, wasn't it? Every gripping instinct in his gut told him she and Charles would be there for him to see. He could have turned away, but he hadn't wanted to. He'd peered through the deck hatch to get a myopic but riveting view of how Nikki spent her evening. No wonder she wanted Charles in their cabin. She'd probably forgotten about him completely. Forgotten that he'd be waiting, missing her, longing to hear how things went. Well now he didn't need to hear about it. He'd witnessed every filthy minute of it. It didn't matter that he'd missed the first few hours?he doubted they were much different. Would he ever forget Nikki's face eclipsed by the curve of Charles's ass? Or the way her upturned ass begged for fucking while she ate the black man out? And how would his mind's eye ever obliterate the size of Charles's cock and the way Nikki gobbled it up? He'd watched, yes, and that was probably bad enough. But the puddle of come that now glistened on the deck in the darkness betrayed him. He should have waited until he was back in the cabin to jack off, but what difference did it ultimately make? The sight of Nikki and that astounding black dick?it had been too much. He'd rubbed his meat raw watching the ebony and ivory bodies go at it. And there was no denying that the vision of his wife's mouth filled with black cock pushed him over the edge with alarming speed. She'd never eaten him out that way and with such fervor. She certainly wasn't a prude by any means when they made love, but why did she save her dirtiest behavior for other men, men who weren't her husband? It was true that he loved the shocking sight of her with others, doing things so obscene that they surpassed what his imagination could invent, but why did she do it? Did she know that it tortured him? Did she know that it turned him on in ways that even he could not express or describe? Why was he chastising himself for his behavior? Hadn't they gotten past this recrimination stage? She knew he liked seeing her with other men?he'd concluded the same thing. So why did he now feel like shit? He returned to the guest cabin, refreshed and newly mortified. "Oh my goodness!" Nikki exclaimed. "Maybe you should go I'd better check on Ed. I've been here for hours!" He held her firm. "Are you kidding? He had enough to drink to keep him out all night. I'm sure he's sleeping like a baby." "I don't know..." "Trust me," Charles said, smiling such an endearing smile that Nikki's resolve weakened. She felt guilty, though. She'd promised him she'd be back much sooner than now. "I think you could convince me to do almost anything," she said, suddenly wanting him to fill up whatever hole he chose with that fabulous black club of his. "Then how about a shower? When you're clean, I'll go and you can wake him ." When I'm clean, she thought. When would that ever happen? The shower began with a lighthearted, even playful mood as the cool spray greeted them. As the water warmed, however, so did they. Suds multiplied in his hands just before they were transferred to her body, and when his palms swept over her skin, cleanliness became a distant and virtually irrelevant need. As the shower massaged her back, Charles brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was a kiss that lingered and intensified as he followed the contours of her back and the slope of her derriere. She pressed her breasts into his rib cage and slid a little to feel friction at her nipples. His hands were like sponges, delivering great puffs of bubbles in a soft, soothing way. Every caress prepared her for more. His blackness took on a high sheen as he got wetter. The look in his eyes?longing and downright romantic?made her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. She'd often been on the receiving end of such looks. What was different about this one? The fact that his hunger was reflected in her own eyes, she realized. Their slick bodies met and slithered against each other while random body parts were groped and fondled. His hands stayed on her tits as long as the soap would permit. Her hands roamed the strong muscles of his chest in preparation for where she really wanted them: on his awesome prick. It took two hands to grip the full length of him. She giggled at the discovery, staring up at him wide-eyed as she slid one fist and then the other over his shaft. She followed one hand with the other, over and over, in a hypnotic rhythm that actually made him harder, she observed with silent awe. She'd never get clean at this rate. The moisture between her legs was 10 percent water, 90 percent juice. She felt as light-headed now as she had that first time she'd seen him taking a shower. Except now, she could get whatever she wanted from him. "Fuck my ass," she said, just loudly enough to be heard over the stream of water. His dark eyes grew rounder. He held her head and stared into her eyes. "Are you sure?" "God, yes," she said. She had never ached to be fucked in the ass before but then, she'd never been in the presence of such a beautiful black specimen. "I'd love to have your sweet ass, Nikki. I'm afraid I'll hurt you, though. I want to pound you so hard..." "Then do it," she said, turning around and bending over, using the tiled wall to lean against. She imagined what her ass cheeks must look like and what an internal debate he must be having with himself about how to fuck her. The water splashed onto her back and ran down her crack, helping to keep her warm and ready for his meat. With one hand, she reached between her legs and played with her labia so her could see her fingers at work, stroking her lips and spreading her wetness. She knew the image would be irresistible. And then she slipped a finger into her asshole and fucked slowly, as if to show him how it should be done. After a few strokes, her finger was replaced by his. His long finger reached all the way up her rectum and once there, it wiggled to stimulate every nerve ending. He withdrew that finger and then inserted two. She knew he was trying to stretch her, prepare her for the formidable circumference that awaited her. Short of fisting her, though, nothing could prepare her for the inevitable. She stayed bent over, determined to take his cock and hungrier than ever to feel it inside her. He began gently, worming the tip past her sphincter muscles and waiting until he felt her relax before pushing further. Her asshole had never been pushed to such limits. Even after the workout she'd had with the two men on St. Martin, she realized now that that had been merely a warm-up for what Charles was now stuffing into her. The pain was present, yes, and undeniable. It was also increasing. But what fullness! Everything she was and felt now emanated from her ass. She had never known pleasure could be amplified to these levels. The tile took virtually all her weight now, although she could feel Charles's hands at her hips, probably steadying her as he drilled. Would he tear her? Did she even care? Her muscles stretched and pulled as his cock tested their limits. She didn't know whether she was screaming but wouldn't be surprised if she was. A long, sustained cry reverberated in her head as he pumped her ass, fingers gripping her pelvis firmly so she wouldn't fall. Hurt merged with happiness as she lost all awareness and surrendered to the stark, relentless lightning bolts of pleasure. Her next conscious moment found her naked, covered in a bedspread, on the bed. His fingers stroked her hair. "What the hell happened?" she asked quietly, afraid to find out. "You passed out." She shut her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh god." "But it's okay. I caught you. You've been lying here ever since." She recalled her last vivid memory and grinned. "You fucked my ass, though, didn't you?" He smiled and stifled a chortle. "You bet." "Then it was all worth it." She sat up and threw off the bedspread. "You really have to leave now," she said. "If I can walk, that is." She got to her feet and winced at the dull pain between her legs. "What a nice memento." She was laughing now, and so was he, although his was still guarded. He still feared that he'd hurt her. Turning to face him, she put out her hand for him to hold. "You know, this might be the only time we'll have together." His face went somewhat ashen but he nodded. "I know." "I hope it's not, of course. This night was so incredible, I don't even know how to thank you for it." He looked surprised. "Nikki, I'm the one who should be doing the thanking. I feel like a dream came true tonight." He kissed her hand. "What do you think Ed will say?" She looked away, suddenly uncertain of everything. What would Ed say? How would she explain her decision? He'd knew, of course, that she wanted privacy the first time and that might bring up all the doubts he'd had from the start. How ironic that on the very night she realized how much she loved him, she'd be in a position to have to convince him of it. "I don't know," she said, remembering that Charles didn't know that Ed had been the one to reignite her desire for her to be with Charles. "Nikki, I just want to say that even though I'd love to have you every minute of the day, I understand that Ed has to be your first priority. He's your husband and I would never want to interfere with your commitment to each other." "Oh, Charles. You're so sweet." "Whatever you need me to do, however you need me to act?that's what I'll do. I respect you both too much to compromise your lives. After this trip ends?" He stopped abruptly and looked at her with no small amount of alarm. "Yes?" she asked. "I was going to say that we never have to see each other again, but I don't know if that's such a wonderful prospect," he said. The sadness in his voice made her eyes sting with tears. "Let me talk to him. He's a reasonable man. We're all reasonable people. We'll come to some kind of understanding. I'm as concerned for you as I am for myself. I'm going to do my best to see that nobody feels rejected or used." Charles nodded. "I know you will. I trust you completely." "One last kiss," she said, moving her face toward his. They enjoyed a final, bittersweet embrace, with Nikki still fighting back tears, before he stepped out of the cabin and she was forced to face the harsh, early morning light. She longed to be back under Charles's bedspread. Instead, she had to decide how and what to tell her husband about what had just transpired. She walked slowly toward their cabin door, deep in thought about her next steps. One wrong move could have a multitude of consequences, none of which she felt prepared to handle. It was the longest short walk she'd probably ever taken. If she told Ed that what she'd just experienced had been the best sex of her life, she might alienate and hurt him irreparably. And she might never get the support she needed from him to continue her liaisons with Charles. If she withheld how she really felt, though, she'd be lying, and she promised Ed she'd never do that. She stopped walking and squinted at the sun coming down the companionway trying burst out of the horizon. Had she finally gone too far? She'd just married a man who was the envy of every woman she knew?he was wealthy, good-looking, caring, sexy, good in bed, and generous to a fault. Why did she have to push her luck by forcing this new sexual twist on him? Most women wait years before they take a lover and even then, they certainly don't tell their husbands about it. But she didn't want a lover to replace Ed?she wanted one to share with him. She couldn't go in to his cabin just yet. Her knees had lost their bones and her vision blurred with tears. She wanted too much?people had always told her that. And because of her looks, she always expected to get it. But now she was playing with people's emotions. Not people?one person. Her husband. Did she have the right to hurt him just because she wore his ring? But they'd talked about it, she reminded herself. He had actually brought it up after she had discounted her proposition. Sure, originally it was her idea and it had taken some coaxing to get him thinking about it months ago but not coercion. She'd seen how excited he got by just thinking about her with other men and noticed how he had handled the two men on the island. What she wanted with Charles was not just for herself but also as an erotic treat for Ed. And she hoped Ed understood that. So why did she feel guilty? He'd given his permission. He was there when she had taken Charles to bed. He'd seen them making out right in front of them and he must know what she had been doing all night. He'd seen Charles's dick, so could there be any question that she'd enjoyed herself tonight? Would there be any real harm done if she admitted to having a great time? He hadn't said yes to her taking Charles to bed for the night to prove that Charles was better or worse in the sack than he was. That much she knew. He'd done it because he wanted her to have what she wanted. And there was no denying that she wanted both Ed and Charles on this honeymoon cruise. There was only one way to resolve her dilemma, she decided, she stood up and headed straight for the guest cabin across the hall. After Ed had witnessed his wife enjoying the largest black cock he'd ever seen, he'd made a beeline for the guest cabin, mostly because he had nowhere else to go. Shell-shocked, he'd lain on the bed, renewed erection in hand, and let the riveting images of Nikki and Charles swirl around in his brain. As he considered how he'd never seen her mouth stretched so wide, he'd begun rubbing himself anew. That picture of her, with her mouth stuffed like a pig awaiting the oven... She'd been wet for it ever since she'd seen it swinging under the shower spray. She finally got it. Rub, rub, rub. Nikki loved oral sex but she loved getting fucked even more. Ed knew that she'd had that cock up her cunt, either before or after she fellated him. How had she taken him?on top or missionary? Doggie style? How far did the black man push himself into her? How much could she take? Stroke, stroke, stroke. What kind of orgasm could a dick like that deliver? Did she scream and holler for him in ways that Ed had never heard? Did she get wetter? Pinker? Another stream of come had then shot up and splattered his stomach. It was followed by an attack of self-loathing Ed didn't know how to relieve. How can I enjoy this? he'd wondered. What kind of man comes in less than minute when he thinks of his wife with a big, fucking black man? Or any other man, for that matter? He'd had so much alcohol over the past 24 hours, it was little wonder that his mind was a gloppy soup of confusion. He had needed to wash off the jizz from his stomach anyway, so he'd taken another shower. As the soothing water quelled his agitated brain, rational thoughts sprouted slowly. She enjoyed doing it, I enjoyed watching it, he assured himself. There's no reason to feel disgusted. We both got what we wanted. As he crawled into bed, he noticed that the sun was just starting to come up. And even though it was his favorite time of the morning, his body craved rest more than rejuvenation. Now that he had a better perspective on what he'd seen in thier cabin and a driving desire to sleep off the hangover that had finally gotten the best of him, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep immediately. When Ed awoke, the first thing he noticed was full sunlight. The second thing he noticed was the clock by the bed?it said two o'clock in the afternoon. He turned to look at the other side of the smaller bed and was relieved to see Nikki sleeping. She was nude, however, and looked vulnerable as well as chilly. Ed covered her with a sheet, careful not to disturb her, and then took another shower as quietly as he knew how. Hunger rumbled in his gut, so without disturbing her, he made his way on deck to see what food Charles might have waiting for him. As he went, he wondered idly what time Nikki had come in to the guest cabin. He'd fallen asleep at sunrise, which meant she could have returned within more than an eight-hour window. Did it matter? He wasn't sure. He was dying to hear her version of the previous night's events, but wouldn't wake her to get them. She'd provide them soon enough. On deck, Charles had a light breakfast waiting for him. "Good morning, Ed," Charles said. There wasn't a trace of guilt or shame in the man's demeanor. "You're up later than usual!" He searched Charles's face surreptitiously for some clue to this unexpectedly easy conversation. "Long night," Ed said in response, no longer keeping eye contact with his Captain. "Will Nikki be joining you?" Ed picked up the cup of coffee that Charles had just poured for him. "She's sleeping it off," he told him. Charles laughed, so at ease that Ed found himself fighting to keep his jaw shut. "I thought that might be what you were doing! You certainly had a few last night, Ed. But don't worry, I've made plenty of coffee." It was so out of character for Charles to behave in such a friendly way after what had transpired between him and Nikki the night before. Ed would have expected him to be withdrawn and quiet and unbearably respectful to make up for his actions. But maybe Nikki had led Charles to believe that Ed didn't want to discuss their rendezvous. He recalled Nikki mentioning that she was going to handle things in a certain way, telling Charles when the time was right about Ed's position. Had there never been an opportunity to do that last night? Maybe not. Ed stole another look at the elegant black man, and suddenly understood that his relaxed manner was the result of whatever Nikki had told him. Interesting, though, that the man could be so calm around him when his cock had fucked Ed's wife so thoroughly only hours before. Nikki appeared on deck with wet hair and a beaming smile. She wore a short black mesh coverup that left little to the imagination. She hadn't even bothered to put on a swimsuit underneath it. Charles looked away quickly, embarrassed by either her body or his reaction to it. She kissed Ed first on the forehead and then on the lips, stroking his hair as she did so. "Good morning, gentlemen," she said, taking the chair next to her husband and eagerly helping herself to a banana from the bowl of fruit Charles had placed on the table. "I would hardly call it morning, sweetheart," Ed pointed out, grinning at her. "I like to think of morning as a state of mind," she said, peeling the banana. Charles laughed. "Well, that would explain quite a bit, then!" He leaned toward her to pour her coffee. The sound of laughter gradually dissipated the anxious fog that had followed Ed out of the cabin. Charles let them know that lunch could be served when and if they wanted it, then made himself scarce. Ed took a long, satisfying swallow from his cup. "Did you have a good time last night?" She looked off into the horizon and sunk her teeth into the ripe flesh of the banana before she met her husband's eyes. "Yes, I did, but I don't want to talk about it here. Why don't we go for a walk, just the two of us, along the beach at that island over there?" "Okay." "Then I can also explain to you the epiphany I had last night," she said, chewing and grinning with an adorable gleam in her eye. "Oh?" He wasn't sure he could handle another one of those from her. "Yes. I realized what a wonderful husband I have. I'd always known it, but never with the certainty I knew it last night." "Then by all means, let's hit that island!" With the lunch Charles had made packed up in an insulated picnic bag, Ed and Nikki motored to the island. Ed still felt disconcerted by Charles's unerringly natural behavior. He's more normal than normal, he thought. Just what had Nikki told him? The beach was just as perfect as Nikki had remembered it from her afternoon with Charles. Tropical breezes incited lascivious thoughts that demanded action. And yet, the breezes were wrapped in a cool tranquility, forcing the sexy urges to fight a little harder for attention. The conflict, though, was a delicious one, and Ed and Nikki gave themselves over to it happily. Hand-in-hand, they strolled the shoreline, taking the same path that Nikki and Charles had strode the previous day. Nikki wasn't thinking about Charles today?her thoughts were focused on her husband. The marrieds discussed their living arrangements again, and just which residence was most practical to make primary. She described another decorating idea she'd had and he confided to her his difficulties with a particular competitor who'd tried to stand in the way of every deal he'd been involved in for the past year. They even talked about children. "I want four," she said. "But what about that beautiful body?" "Don't worry. It'll stay beautiful!" she giggled. They both knew she was right. They played like school chums in the water, splashing and squealing while the sun poured rays of optimism over them. Several hours passed without Ed even thinking about Charles, but when the man crept back into his thoughts, he considered them with far less anxiety than he had at breakfast. Whatever had happened between Charles and Nikki obviously hadn't adversely affected their marriage. He still wanted to know what exactly had happened but his need to find out was far less urgent than it had been. Based on the sun's position in the sky, Ed guessed it was probably close to six o'clock. They spread out the blanket they brought and opened the bag with the food, which was a silent reminder of Charles and his role in their life. Nikki decided to broach the subject. "Sweetie, I guess you realized that I told Charles you didn't know anything about him and me happening last night," she began. " I suspect he thinks I might have ambushed you and that you wouldn't want to discuss it and I feel bad about that for you." "I know. I figured out that must be the impression he's under. He was too relaxed today so I assumed it was because he thought I didn't want to know." He unwrapped a sandwich and looked at Nikki. "So how was it?" He hadn't meant to sound sarcastic, but there it was. What she chose to do with it would be her call. But she didn't seem to pick it up. "Well," she said, inhaling deeply. Ed knew that's what people did before they delivered bad news, so he braced himself. "You know that I love you, right?" "Yes." "Okay, then, with that in mind, I must also say that last night was pretty damn good." Ed raised an eyebrow, cueing her to continue. "I mean, you've seen how big he is." "I certainly have." Neither of them attempted to eat the food they'd just unpacked, even though, in every pregnant pause, they stared at it. "I was a little afraid at first," she said quietly, holding her sandwich in her lap. She was sitting on her feet and even though she wore a peach-colored bikini that covered only what was essential, she looked innocent and even a little shy. Ed sat lotus-style in his swim trunks and watched her. "Why were you afraid?" he asked her. She grinned. "I wondered if he might hurt me. I've never had a cock that big before." "Few people have, I'd imagine." She chuckled. "Yeah, exactly. I wanted it, you know that, but I was still unsure about whether I could take it." She tossed her long hair away from her face and off her shoulder to swing it to the other side. Then, she placed her sandwich back in the wrapper. Neither of them commented on the very obvious erection that Ed sported. "What did you do first?" he asked. "First, I sucked him. I'm telling you, Ed, I really didn't think I could do it..." "But you did." The rasp in his voice surprised him. "But not right away. And not easily. He's not only wide but long, you know? I gagged a lot." "Did you take him all the way down your throat?" She smiled and blushed slightly. "I tried. I really did. But I just couldn't do it. I tried every trick I know to relax my throat muscles but there was just too much of him. I got him about halfway down and had to stop." Ed wanted to say he'd seen her with her mouth full of black dick, but stayed silent. "Honey, do me a favor?" she asked him. "Of course." "Take out your cock. I know it's hard and I want to watch it while I tell my story." He lowered his trunks enough to expose his overheated rod. He was hard enough to fuck but he knew he had to let her finish the story. Just as Charles's size had been an endurance test for her, hearing about her escapades was one for him. The breeze helped to cool him but everything in his lap felt feverish. "I sucked him for a little while but then I wanted him to fuck me. I can't really explain it but all I could think about while I sucked him was how much better it would be to have him in my pussy." So that's what they did after he left. "I got on my back so I could see him coming at me," she said, rapture evident on her face. "He fucked you then?" Ed asked. His fingers played with his balls in a preamble to grabbing his cock. "God, yes. Slamming me hard. It only hurt for a moment but then I adapted pretty well. Even when he went all the way into me, he had a few inches to spare." "Wow." His fingers slyly wrapped themselves around his base. Its warmth surpassed anything the tropics could offer. "And that's when I realized that I missed you a little," she said, smiling at him and watching as he played with himself. "He was big and he knew what to do with it, but it wasn't like it was with you. I actually found myself wanting you, wishing you were there. Just to be beside me" "You say that with a lot of surprise in your voice." "No, no! I'm not surprised. But you must admit that it's strange to have that kind of reaction while screwing somebody you've been lusting after." "Is it? I don't know." Words didn't come easily at the moment?his concentration was elsewhere. "Anyway, that's the point when I slipped into sluthood again!" She laughed when she saw his eyebrows come together. "What I mean is that suddenly, I just wanted Charles so much sexually. I knew you were the only man that really mattered to me but my lust for Charles it just exploded." Ed's fist clutched at his cock as he pulled upward. He didn't trust his voice so he didn't speak. "So, I flipped him over and ate his ass. I must have rimmed and tongue-fucked him for twenty minutes. You should have seen him squirming!" He could've observed that she'd never rimmed his ass, but again, his voice would prove unreliable. He pictured her face between the firm black cheeks, tasting everything, lapping it up like nectar. "We fucked again after that?" "How?" he squawked. His hand went up and down in rhythmic motions in his lap. "I got on top of him," she said, crawling closer to him. "Like this." She gently pushed him onto his back, slipped out of her bikini bottoms, and positioned her pussy over his cock. The fire between them raged. "We fucked like this until we both came. He went so deep, Ed. So deep!" She sat on him and impaled herself. At the first mention of the word "deep," he slid all the way up her passage until he was completely surrounded by her wet heat. "We fell asleep for a little while, but then I woke up and said I needed to get back to you." Up, down, up, down, juice seeping over his balls. "He suggested we shower together." Her breathless voice could only manage short sentences as she slammed down hard on him. "Once we were in the shower, I knew I had to have him up my ass. Oh, Ed. The ultimate fucking?that huge cock between my cheeks! I thought I'd die." As she landed on him, her tits bounced. Her hair was wild with sea salt and abandon. "Your Ass! You've never done that with me even. Those boy's on the island now him too! How did you do it?" Ed uttered so quietly, he almost couldn't hear his own words. "I know I haven't done it with you! I'm sorry but please understand I've never really wanted you to have me there, I still don't really. But something about Charles got to me and I wanted him to have something special just for him. In fact knowing that I hadn't had you there made me want him to take my ass even more so I bent over and he got into me. I swear it was like being split in half. He fucked my ass, Ed! My ass! But I wished you could have been there, watching me take it." His balls were now so tight, his breathing was labored. "I saw you, Nik. I saw you with him!" "You did?" Her eyes widened. "I peeked in. I saw his dick in your mouth!" "Oh, Ed" she gasped. "I'm so glad!" He erupted inside her just as her cunt pulled up deeper. She rode him throughout her climax, while her cries drifted out over the sea. "What happens now?" He had to ask because he honestly didn't know. As the sunset made preparations for its arrival and the sea breezes covered them like rustling sheets, the moment felt portentous. His question hung in the air for several seconds before she answered it. "It's up to you," she said finally. "Why is that?" She rolled to her side on the somewhat gritty blanket to face him. "I love you so much for letting me have last night. You know that, don't you?" He nodded. "But I think you also know that I'm going to want more of Charles. A lot more, especially since we've got only week left of the cruise." Another nod. "So, we've got choices. We could keep last night as a one-off thing. Or you could give me your permission to have a few more trysts with him, then tell you all about them. Charles would think I'm doing it without your complete permission, though, and that doesn't put either of us in a very good light." "True," Ed said. The world was unkind to men it perceived as cuckolds. "Or you could let me tell Charles that you're not only okay with the situation but would like to watch sometimes!" Her smile told him which option she preferred. "It would all be out in the open and we could all relax. Think of him as our honeymoon helper!" she said, giggling. "Think of how hot that could be, sweetheart. More entertaining than any erotic movie." He rolled his eyes and pretended to find the idea silly. "We would even do matinee shows and take requests!" At that, he laughed finally, and understood that the latter option made the most sense. He didn't want to spend another night wondering which of her orifices was getting what treatment, nor did he want to be in a position where his curiosity compelled him to peer into portholes like a Peeping Tom. After all, there was only another week?and when the cruise was over, Ed and Nikki would return home and this would all be an exciting memory. Echoing his thoughts, she said, "After this cruise, we can spend the rest of our lives reliving it out together." The air moved around them more quickly now as if the topic of conversation had stirred it, too. Ed felt lighter, as if he'd removed something from his conscience, when he said, "I want you to be discreet, Nikki. I don't want Charles thinking he's ever going to take you away from me. I'm your husband and he needs to know that?from you." She squeezed him with the arm that she'd draped over his chest. "Of course! He already knows how much I love you and he'd never rub it in your face. He's such a gracious man, I think he'd even try to want to make it good for you." "You know, I think you're right." Her face glowed and her eyes sparkled. "So I can tell Charles you're okay with us having some fun?" He looked at her sternly but didn't hide his delight. "You can as long you do two things." "Anything." "Be discreet." "Yes?" "And make damn sure you entertain me!" "Yay!" she exclaimed, crawling back on top of him. He smiled at the sensation of her flesh against his. "I'll be discreet. That's no problem. And I think the entertainment part will take care of itself." She kissed him sensually on the mouth. "I love you so much. I want you to enjoy the next week as much as I intend to. We'll have our life together when the honeymoon is over but while we're here, I really want to make you a part of this. If you see anything you don't like or don't want to happen, just tell me, darling, and I'll stop. We're in this together." He ran his palms up her back before he drew her close. "Yes, my sweetness. We are together." "Always," she whispered before giving him another kiss. "No matter what anything looks like, remember that I only love you, and that I'm your wife forever and ever." The clarity in her green eyes told him she meant it. Yet, a question gnawed at him and he could no longer hold back with it. "Tell me, Nikki. Was it better with him than with me?" She turned away and lowered her face to his chest so he couldn't see her. Her silence lingered much too long, confirming his worst fears. Sometimes, he wished she were capable of a good, solid lie. When she brought her face to his to kiss him once more, she said, "I've wanted to avoid comparisons because I'd be comparing apples and oranges with the two of you, but if we're talking pure sex, then, I'm sorry, sweetheart, it was the best I've ever had with anyone. We just clicked perfectly and, let's face it, not many men are as, um, well-equipped as he is!" He said nothing. Her response wasn't a surprise but he was already sorry he'd asked. "But if we're talking overall experience, I'd have to say it's better with you because it means more. It's a deeper experience with you because I love you so much." He must have looked even sadder than he felt because he clearly saw pity cross her face. "Please don't be threatened by my interest in Charles, sweetheart. I don't love him. I love you. Sure I have feelings for him and that makes it more special for me but its you I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. And no matter how good the sex is, nothing is going to change that." "Thank you for that," he said quietly. "Let me promise you that everything I learn about myself with him, I will pass on to you for the rest of my life. Deal?" Ed nodded "Deal" "Can I ask you something?" she looked at him carefully. He raised his eyebrows "What would that be?" "Did you mind me taking him to bed last night? I know it might have come as a bit of a shock but I did say to you I wanted to have a bit of privacy at least on our first night" "Well I must admit it put 4338 1.29/512345