Journey to Another Life Ch. 07

"Jesus," Ed finally said.

His voice seemed to make Nikki aware that he'd joined her; she jumped a little and turned to him. She then took his hand in hers, brought it to her fully juiced pussy, and returned her gaze to the porthole.

"Play with me while I watch him, honey."

Startled, Ed froze for a moment. This suddenly was serious, he imagined objecting but immediately dismissed the idea. With her dripping pussy at his fingertips, it would be stupid to reject her suggestion on some ridiculous principle he wasn't sure he believed in anyway. And so, he delved into her snatch, amazed by how wet she'd gotten in a matter of moments. He slid his fingers into her slippery folds and wiggled one into her hole. Then he sought her clit—her swollen clit.

"Oh my god, that is so beautiful," she whispered. Did she mean his touch or Charles's schlong?

It didn't matter. Seeing her so aroused was the important thing.

Charles closed his eyes as the last of the soap ran off his black body. He gave his formidable penis a final shake (it slapped against his thigh like a log hits the ground) then abruptly turned and stepped out of the shower. Ed and Nikki stared in awed silence as his clean, toned body climbed the ladder and disappeared.

Nikki turned to look at her husband, whose fingers continued to play with her dripping pussy. Not only were her pupils dilated but her breathing was short and quick. He knew the look, so he increased his speed and in seconds, she orgasmed in his hand.

Not only did she orgasm, she also ejaculated. Not a lot, but enough for Ed to be taken aback. Her entire pussy seemed to thrum from what she'd just seen (and perhaps from Ed's attentions, he hoped). She leaned against him once the spasms subsided and he could tell that she was unable to move or focus. He listened to her panting, waiting for it to slow into normal breaths—but it didn't. He kept his hand between her legs, cupping her all as if to protect her from further excitement.

Seconds ticked by like minutes, leaving him to guess at what was going on in her mind. The silence resonated with a range of emotions he was not prepared to identify. She turned to him finally and what he saw in her eyes forced him to confront his fears.

Her pupils were still dilated and she looked as if she'd seen a ghost. She breathed through her parted lips, labored though those breaths still were. A jumble of feelings tumbled out through the portal of her eyes: fear, lust, guilt, curiosity, relief, worry, confusion. And yet, the one unexpressed thought that spoke loudest was her uncertainty. Surely she knew her behavior swerved outside the boundaries of marriage, and surely she knew that she had to do something to put things back on track. She searched Ed's face ... for what? As Ed stared back at her, he felt she was probing him. Why? To gauge his reaction? Or to discern her next step?

He didn't know what she might ultimately read because he wasn't sure of anything at the moment. His shock at what had just happened superceded all other reactions, thoughts, or feelings. But she continued to stare, and suddenly, he saw some cognitive light come back on behind her eyes—a return of Nikki to her body.

Wordlessly, she removed Ed's robe and quickly maneuvered him to the bed. He lay at her mercy, on his back, cock hard and perpendicular to the bed. Neither of them spoke. She held his gaze while she mounted him and as she slid herself down on his warm, waiting rod, the slightly crazed expression slowly took over her face again.

Was it his cock she appreciated or the vision of Charles's? As she rose up and down on Ed's cock, was she thinking about how deep Charles would go inside her?

As her juices covered Ed's shaft, were they the ones Charles had inspired or the ones brought on by her husband's fingers?

As she pulled him into her tight pussy, was she aware of anything or anybody other than what she'd seen under that shower?

Ed dared not ask her these questions or any others. He wasn't afraid of her or what she might do—he wanted only to preserve the moment. Her single-minded dedication to riding him fascinated him to the point of silence. She was a performance all to herself. An exorcism and communion rolled into one.

And he didn't know his role.

He watched her slam down on him, yelping when his tip met the resistance at her cervix. Was he her audience? If so, he was an attentive one, but he longed for a more participatory part.

In fact, she seemed virtually unaware that he was there, despite her unwavering stare. He wasn't sure he was being used, per se, but neither was he sure of being useful in the fullest sense of the word.

How to shake her from this other-worldly trance she seemed to be in? Did he risk her disappointment or anger if he tried to intervene in whatever was taking place inside her? Didn't he have that right as her husband?

Yes, he knew he had the right, but the problem was, he didn't have the heart to ruin whatever specialness she was enjoying. Her cunt had never been wetter or tighter. Her immersion in the sexual moment had never been more complete. The fact that he was not necessarily sharing that moment with her—or even responsible for it—seemed at once inconsequential and all-consuming.

Ultimately, it made him hard. Not just aroused, not just horny. Seeing her this way pushed him into a kind of taut exultation that transcended mere lust. He felt he was in the eye of a storm, aware that he couldn't stay there long but fascinated while everything swirled around him.

Sweat produced a thin sheen on her body that added a new measure of lewdness to her jiggling breasts. He reached up to touch them just as she began grinding herself down on his cock, twisting and pushing so he'd drill deeper. As he took hold of her damp tits, her eyes widened and for a moment, he thought he'd broken her private spell. She stared, he stared back.

And together, they pushed past a new boundary they hadn't known existed. Something in her eyes registered him now, made him part of her ecstasy. It swept him up and embraced him, welcoming him as her pussy squeezed his cock, as if to give him a hug.

When he moved one hand to her clit, she replaced it on her breast with her own. Now his eyes were the ones to widen as she slapped her nipple to make it redder and harder, to feel a new sensation. He frigged her clit, breathless as she coated it with a steady surge of juice. He'd never known it to be so engorged. She couldn't possibly maintain this level of excitement—her clit was like a hard nut in his fingers.

Yet still she gyrated and slammed as if the satisfaction she sought continued to elude her. He thrust upward as hard as he could, to help her get to the oblivion she so desperately needed. As the temperature of her cunt rose higher and the walls grew tighter around him, she stiffened and dug her fingernails into her thighs just before she called out her come.

Was she trying to be heard by Charles?

Ed didn't care because now his own orgasm vied with hers for attention. For a minute or so, her undulating body became a backdrop for the lightning flashes he felt with each spurt of jizz.

Gradually, the tremors died down and her muscles relaxed. Her pussy no longer tried to strangle or cook him, and whatever had possessed her so completely began to dissipate. She rolled off him with a loud sigh and a big smile. With her face pressed into his protective shoulder, she draped her arm across his chest and moaned with such contentment, he had to chuckle.

"That's the sound of a happy woman," he said.

"Mmmm, you bet."

"That was ... incredible."

She squeezed him in agreement.

He paused, considering how to phrase what he wanted to say. "I'm not sure what to make of it, though."

Her hesitation sent a few pointed edges of panic through him. Finally, she asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, it was pretty clear you went somewhere in your mind without me, thanks to our well-hung captain. Should I be worried?"

She looked up at him, concern clearly etched on her face. "Why should you worry? Unless you think I plan to do something behind your back, that is." Her hair, flat and tangled from lovemaking, made her look more vulnerable.

"No, I don't think you'll do anything behind my back. What happened just now tells me that you aren't one to hide your feelings."

She grinned sheepishly. "True."

"But I also know that what you've seen is bound to make you want him all the more, and discard what we have agreed to and I don't think I'm quite ready for that."

She looked down at his chest before she answered, smiling, "Not that anything is going to happen but does 'not ready' mean that you're getting ready?"

"Nikki," he chided. "You know what I'm saying. Please don't make this harder than it already is for me."

"I'm sorry," she said laughingly, propping her head up on her hand and applying a serious look to her face. "Look you have to admit it was pretty special. You may not want to fuck him yourself but you have to give credit where it's due."

"I'd call him a very fine specimen, yes," Ed conceded.

"And let's be honest, his effect on me certainly benefited you, too." One of her eyebrows was up, waiting for his agreement, but he didn't oblige her verbally. His flaccid cock and drained balls spoke for themselves, he felt.

"And Ed, you can't honestly say you haven't imagined watching me with him?"

"Of course I have, Nik, but that's fantasy, not reality. It's exciting in my head but as we learned in St. Martin, sometimes fantasies are better left as fantasies, you know?"

She inhaled deeply, as if considering what he'd said. " Yes I agree but Charles is different than those guys in St. Martin. But I'm not being a slut anymore, remember?"

"Yes, I know. But the thought is still as frightening as it is erotic. I don't know if I like to be scared and turned on at the same time."

She scrutinized his face. "Well, we both know I'd like you to get over that fear, but I'm not going to pressure you because I don't think that would work. But think about how much you like thinking about me with him!"

That familiar sick and burning feeling returned to his stomach. "So now we're going to change things? I should let you play with Charles because you know it titillates me? What comes after that? More men for you will get me more? Its not what I want Nikki" he was worried.

"No, no! That's not what I meant," she protested. Her brows came together in worry once again. He liked that she didn't want to see him upset. He needed that reassurance from her right now. "I'm just saying that if we changed our minds, I'd consider it but only if we both really wanted it. And you don't want it at all and even I am not sure I do either even after what just happend"

"So you love me less for being closed-minded?"

"No! Ed, I love you. How could we even be having this conversation if I didn't?"

"It's just that I feel excluded, Nikki. When you're around him, you act like I don't exist," he blurted out.

"Ah, so that's it. Well, you're right in a way. If I'm ever going to make headway with him, I have to treat him differently than I would one of those island boys. I won't be a slut with Charles. But you not excluded because I always know your watching and in a way I am doing it for you too. But I do enjoy flirting with him. And that's hard because he's pretty wary of me."

"Wary? Because you're married, you mean?"

"Married to you, sweetheart. I'm sure he's afraid you might notice my flirting and his reaction to it. He doesn't want to make trouble. He respects you quite a lot, in case you hadn't noticed. In fact I think he's slightly afraid of you."

Ed hadn't given her credit for acknowledging the power relationships aboard the ship and was impressed that she'd summed up Charles so accurately.

"So let's say you flirt your way into Charles's pants but then he makes a move for you discover that I can't handle it. Could you stop him?"

She pursed her lips in thought. "I would certainly try. It might be difficult at that point. You know..."

"That's what worries me." He hated situations he could not control and yet here was a whopper right in the middle of his personal life.

"Well, you don't need to worry. Nothing is going to happen both of our agreement and therefore ...get this through your head ... nothing is going to happen. I thought we got over this this already but I can understand how this might have changed things for you. You think because of what happend that I'm going to be unable to resist taking things further. I can resist Ed, and I will because I love you and I want you forever."

"Thank you, Nikki."

"But I think you want to watch me with him more than you're willing to admit. I don't think the sex bothers you as much as the prospect of my excluding you or even falling in love with him"

He looked directly at her. "Yes, Nikki. That's exactly what bothers me."

"But I love you. Not him. I could be very fond of him. I could even feel great affection for him. But I'm dedicated, devoted, and completely crazy about you. Not him. And I'm never, ever leaving you for anyone. No matter how big their dick is."

She giggled, hoping he'd join her. He could only manage a crooked grin, though. He appreciated her honesty and loved her for sharing her feelings with him, but the threat Charles posed was real—and too close for comfort.

"And I know you may not want to face it, but it seems like the jealousy you feel actually turns you on a little, don't you think?" she ventured. The look on her face told him her remark was more of an observation than an inquiry.

Of course she was right. The idea of her with someone else turned him on and it did so with increasing frequency. Watching her with those two men in St. Martin had been erotic enough to last a lifetime. Did he want to push things to a point where she was sharing her heart as well as her body? Did he want to experience jealousy of that magnitude? Why could he not stop thinking about it?

"The thing is, Ed, that what I'd like to do is prove it to you. Prove to you that I can enjoy our flirting game with Charles without taking things too far after what I've just seen."

If only it were that easy, Ed thought. "How do you plan to do that?"

"Well that's another issue, I suppose. If this plan of mine is going to move forward, I need to spend time with him alone. But I don't think you're okay with that!"

He didn't understand "alone?"

"Actually I'd need Charles alone somewhere you could be aware but not be involved. The fantasies you could put together just seeing we were off somewhere. Part of the excitement for me is knowing how turned on you are by thinking about what he and I are doing. When we're away from you, your imagination is probably going to be concocting stories that are more erotic than what's actually happening! But if we were off somewhere and I was flirting and nothing happened and you know that I think that would be proof I could resist even after what I've just seen don't you?"

"I doubt it, Nikki. I've seen you with other men, remember?" And he'd never forget how filthy she could be.

"What if you snapped and things went too far?"

"Those were extreme circumstances. A one-time-only deal. I was a slut. I have no intention of being a slut with Charles. Unless you want me to be!" Her eyes sparkled but her smile was sweet and genuine. How did she manage to pull that off?

He didn't express it but the moment he'd seen Charles under that shower, he imagined that black body on top of Nikki, pounding her practically senseless with that monster cock. He saw the look of rapture that Charles would elicit even before Nikki showed it to him. His cock stirred at the thought but he kept his eyes on the ceiling and his jaw set in obstinate silence.

She patted him on the chest as a gesture of closure. "And now I'm going to get dressed and go up on deck because I'd really like to go to that island." She got to her feet, energized and rambunctious, and stood beside the bed, now looking directly at Ed. "You can come with me, or even better, you can let me go alone with Charles and spend all afternoon with him."

"Nikki..."

"I'm serious," she said as she shimmied back into her bikini. "Can you trust me, Ed? I think you'll realize that you have nothing to fear and lots to get turned on by. I can prove to you that I won't let anything happen between us, but I do intend to let him know that I think he's hot and flirt enough to test the waters and see how he's feeling so I can prove to you that nothing is going to change."

"And I'm supposed to stay here and let you go off and pretend to seduce the captain of our honeymoon cruise."

"You can look at it that way," she said, the teasing now gone from her voice. She was dressed for her island date. "Or you can think about what might have happened if I had your permission to go for it. Think about what mischief he and I would get up to on that island. Knowing that it was safe and nothing actually would happen. But I want you to confront your fear. Especially after what just happened."

Ed said nothing, still focused on the ceiling. His cock, however, stirred incessantly. He didn't want to know whether she'd noticed, but he suspected she had. He cursed the way his cock always betrayed him.

"When we get back from the island, you can tell me if you're willing believe me that even after this afternoon I can keep myself to our limits. And I promise you, darling," she said, now sitting on the edge of the bed and bending to kiss his tumescent cock, "whatever you decide will be fine with me. I won't be angry or resentful if you decide you can't handle what's happened this afternoon and you want me to do a u turn and treat Charles differently. And I promise I'll never ask you again. I want this to be the end of fear for us and the start of something with us too. Real trust needs to be earned Ed and after the fantasy incident and what just happened I want to show you how I can do that and have us enjoy our private little fantasies without any harm. I love you and I want you to trust me completely."

His cock was fully erect now and warmed by the touch of her expert hand. He finally looked at her, horny and uncertain, wanting to please her and wanting to please himself. He wasn't sure anymore where those needs overlapped.

"So, Ed, are you coming to lunch on the island or not?"

Their eyes locked for a few seconds as she continued to stroke him. "Tell Charles I'm having an afternoon nap," he said. He sounded like he was in some kind of trance, yet the words spilled out of him without hesitation.

She kissed the tip of his dick, then his mouth. "Thank you, darling. Nothing's going to happen but I want your imagination working overtime, anyway. Read me?"

"Loud and clear," he said, still in a monotone.

She bent close to his ear and whispered, "Think of it this way. I'm going on a date with a big, beautiful black man to a romantic deserted island beach and you know I want his huge cock inside me." She giggled. "That should get your imagination going!"

She sprinted up the cabin stairs, leaving Ed and his erection alone to begin the fantasy session she inspired. With a lump in his throat, he began to fuck his fist.