Chapter 3

They had explored the European part of the Mediterranean on an adult cruise but now rented a car to do some land sightseeing. The ship brought them to northeastern Italy so decided to keep going east.

Jim continues telling the story:

We first spent some time in Venice, then went around the north end of the Adriatic into Croatia. Keeping along the coast, there were many delightful places to stop and sightsee. Small hotels and bed-and-breakfasts were charming.

One night in Ston, a small coastal town, we were having dinner at a local restaurant overlooking the harbor. By then we’d noticed that the seven-language menus were exactly the same in many of the small eateries. The cheapest way to deal with the issue of so many tourists from everywhere, we figured.

A fortyish couple at the next table were speaking British so we asked them about one of the items on the menu. They didn’t recommend it but that got us visiting a bit during dinner and then they invited us for digestifs on their chartered sailboat. We were delighted to accept and it took two dingy trips to get us all aboard.

Indeed, they were from England and had chartered for two weeks, starting just the day before in Dubrovnik. The other couple they were supposed to share with had backed out at the last minute. As they got comfortable with us and found we had no fixed schedule, we were invited to accompany them. We offered to pay our share and they were grateful.

We three got the biggest berth. Anthony and Elaine were tickled and curious when we revealed our “marital” arrangement. They’d been wed twenty years and this was an anniversary celebration. We answered their questions openly, of course, and asked a few of them as well. They had limited premarital sexual experience for both parties which hadn’t bee openly discussed in any detail. Admitted to nothing extracurricular since but we well knew that what you say in front of your spouse isn’t always accurate.

We fucked quietly and heard muffled sounds from the other end of the boat that indicated our hosts were enjoying themselves too.

The twins didn’t even put on their bikini tops after breakfast. Europe is nice that way. Elaine took hers off and her nipples popped out. The rosy glow on her cheeks told me that she wasn’t used to showing them off. Anthony’s conservative shorts bulged at the view of so much attractive female flesh. I had my Speedo swim suit. Elaine gave me a few covert glances.

It was a warm day with a light breeze so we could sail directly where we wanted to go. The skipper had heard of a nice sheltered cove in one of the islands off the coast so we headed there. Once away from land the younger women flashed their trimmed muffs at the skipper. I smiled, knowing their tricks. Elaine wasn’t quite ready to show all her parts to relative strangers. At least she didn’t want her husband to think she was wanton.

Sam and Pam worked on her after lunch and soon all three were stretched out on the deck, a trio of attractive asses and fur-trimmed slits in the crew’s line of sight. I did my part by suggesting to Anthony that he needed to get sun all over as I peeled off my suit and showed him no tan lines. He had some pronounced ones so I called Pam to put sunscreen on him. His wife grinned as the young hottie applied it to a rampant rod carefully so as to not deal with an eruption.

With anchors set in the private cove, cocktails were broken out and a bit of swimming followed. Elaine was getting relaxed, clearly enjoying showing off her mommy body with nice pendulous boobs and faint stretch marks. I rubbed up against her in the water and she grabbed my non-erect crotch when she could do so discretely.

After a late dinner the twins played cribbage with Anthony in the cabin while Elaine and I enjoyed the sunset and emerging stars. I asked leading questions and she opened up with many for me too. I wrapped a blanket around our still naked bodies as the air chilled. This resulted in close bodily contact which she enjoyed, shivering a few times and not from cold.

“I’ve not been naked with another man like this in a long time,” she ventured.

“So your husband isn’t the only one?”

“Um, there was a man after our second child. I wasn’t feeling very sexy and he helped me out a few times. It was just sex, though. I only love my husband but he doesn’t know about that.”

I hugged her and with a gentle voice, “I completely understand. The three of us have an open relationship. I love and trust them completely so we have many interesting adventures.”

She said timidly, “May I touch you while you tell me about them? I’m SO curious.” I moved her hand to my firm but not hard love pole.

I told her about the older couple on the cruise and her breathing got deeper. “Damn,” she murmured, “That Milly was so lucky. Your hard organ feels so good in my hand. I’m sure it would feel good inside. Would you put it there?”

I explained that I’d be happy to but did not want any marital issues as a result. Her response was to take my hand to a wet pussy as she said, “My husband has mentioned several times, including last night, that he’d like to see me get ‘fucked’. Oooo, I don’t ever use that word so it makes me feel wicked. I’ve not been brave enough until now. Can you feel how ready I am? Please!”

I moved her on her back and, with the ease of decades of using this position, she opened up to receive me. Gravity took her soft breasts to hang towards the side so she used her hands to present them for attention. I gave them a bit of focus but the strong musk from below let me know she was plenty ready.

Two strokes later I hit bottom and she was trembling with the physical and emotional pleasures of this illicit act. She came quickly and I flooded her with my hot cream which caused another small climax. I was bombarded with hot kisses before she released me.

We soon went below and found Anthony in the front berth flanked by two nude gals using their hands and mouths all over him. He was uncircumcised and a bit smaller than me, but hard as steel.

Pam saw us and said, “I could tell what you two were doing up there so figured hubby needed some fun too. Wanna watch?”

Elaine got us some wine and put her arm around my waist. I draped one of mine around her neck and cupped a full tit, then tweaked the nipple from time to time. It stood out happily. Her eyes were wide as Sam climbed on that familiar fleshy shaft and bounced for a few minutes, then let Pam have a turn. Her eyes were glued to the live sex right before her eyes and she reached for my crotch. It turned me on too.

When it was obvious that her husband was about to ejaculate, I whispered, “Gently hold his balls as he cums. That is real sharing.” As she bent over to reach her target, I filled another one from behind and she shook with her own peak. She was clearly multi-orgasmic.

I withdrew before I came and she seemed disappointed until I said, “Get on him before he wilts and get your share. I’m going to screw these two hotties.”

In the night she awoke me saying, “I hope you don’t mind if I’m extra wet.”

I laughed softly, “I’ve felt your husband’s cream in Pam already, in case you don’t remember. Let’s see how it feels in you now.” She was a wild woman, never letting go so much in intercourse before. I praised her as we tried lots of things new to her.

Early the next morning she kissed me awake. I thought she wanted another cock injection but she said she needed to talk. “I think I’m falling in love with you. Maybe we’d better stop screwing, but damn, I like it so much!”

We had a long talk about the feelings that so surround this physical act and she realized that the kind of new partner infatuation she felt was common and would fade, while her love for her husband was the most important and enduring. Their marriage would never be the same but could really flourish with mutual respect.

Our hosts returned us to Ston after a lusty week and we had some lifelong friends. Perhaps we could stop in England someday. Elaine wrote often about their adventures after they returned home. They had agreed on limited non-monogamy.

We drove to Turkey and then took the railroad through Russia, having interesting interactions with people all along the way. In the central part of that huge country we shared a railcar compartment with a woman named Rika who owned a huge sheep ranch. (See Rika The Redheaded Russian Rancher for more about her)

She was a delightful travel companion and was interested in our marriage. This led to an offer to stay at her ranch for a while and learn something about the “real” Russian people. We had our tickets adjusted for the stopover and rode in a military-like vehicle a long way out into nowhere, it seemed. Her husband Pavel spoke good English and was delighted to have American visitors.

We were warmly welcomed and the objects of much curiosity. Pavel had been to the United States only once but no one else had. He and I drank vodka with the other men that evening, with much translation since most of them didn’t know any English. The women did similar socializing although there were fewer. My two were a big addition to the three on the ranch.

The next day Rika took us on a tour of their place, first on foot through the main complex and then on horseback to see some of the land. They had over a thousand hectares which is equivalent to more than a quarter-million Western acres. We had lunch by a tree-sheltered pond and Rika said it was a great place to swim. She stripped and we followed. A solid woman with fiery hair top and bottom, strong legs and firm tits, she was fun to watch dive and swim.

She was also very direct. Fondling the boner I’d gotten from watching her, she asked my wives if she might sample “American cock” for the first time. They laughed and said it probably wasn’t much different than Russian and it was mine to ask, not theirs. She was quite a rider and my women enjoyed the show. They caressed her body as she was enjoying me and she liked that too.