Adam's Journey Pt. 47

After Kori settled in place, Doug handed her their drinks and swung his leg over the side, ending up sitting on the edge of the tub behind her with one leg on each side of her, his feet and lower legs in the water. She leaned her head back against his crotch, wiggling slightly to settle in against his bulging pouch. I saw his stomach muscles tighten as she pushed against his genitals.

The tub was set up with a four foot wide redwood platform at tub-height along one side. The other three sides had about an eight to ten inch wide lip formed by the fiberglas edge of the tub, designed for easy and comfortable seating. There were steps and a rail at one corner of the tub, and a stepdown from the platform area to the deck of the boat. It was probably overkill, because with the tub sunk a foot or so into the deck, the lip was only about twenty four inches high, and fairly easy to enter or leave directly from the deck surface. Unless you were short.

Kori moved her shoulders around and groaned, enjoying the luxury of the hot water. Nobody had made any immediate move to follow her demand for nudity, despite her example, although looking around I did see several people eyeing her and than glancing at one another. Finally Pam said "What the hell!" and reached behind her back, unhooking her top and pulling it off. She tossed it toward the same lounge chair that held Kori's, but missed, and it landed on the deck with a soft, wet plop. Her large breasts swung free, jiggling as she threw her suit, soft and nicely shaped. Her pink nipples with their large areolas began to pucker noticeably before she slid back down into the water.

Miguel watched this with great interest, then pushed Linda forward and reached down and unfastened her suit. Without being asked, she raised both arms overhead and he lifted her top clear, carelessly dropping it over the edge onto the ground. Max's eyes ran over his wife's semi-nudity, and he blinked rapidly, several times, but said nothing. Miguel then made Linda stand, and he pulled her suit bottom off of her as well, revealing a trim little light brown bush and the front parting of her pink lips, the bump of her inner labia and clitoris centered between them. As he turned her back to face him, I noticed that she had a pretty cute little ass, the kind best admired in tight jeans or during doggy-style sex. Her suit had not been particularly flattering, but she looked pretty good naked!

Something about that, the way Miguel handled Linda in front of her husband, apparently struck Britt as being funny, because she laughed out loud and shook her head before reaching up and pulling the string at her neck and the one behind her back, untying her top and removing it. She pitched it back over her head onto the redwood deck behind her, causing her large, firm breasts to move enticingly. I wondered if the spray-on tan had darkened her nipples, because they appeared a dark red, almost the color of a rich Bordeaux against her tanned skin. Her breasts looked taut, full; almost swollen, they were so firm and round, her dark nipples distended. Her move left Kristi and Joan as the only females still somewhat fully dressed.

Kristi, aware of this, stood up on the seat of the tub, facing the group, and cocked her hips to one side, posing with her hand on her jutting hip. "OK, I'm game, but I want to work a trade. I'll trade my top for the first set of men's trunks that I'm offered! Us ladies can't be the only ones showing skin."

Nobody moved for a moment, and she looked at me, raising her eyebrows. I pretended not to see her. Suddenly, surprisingly, Matt raised his hand and stood, fumbling for the drawstring on his suit. Laughing, blushing, Joan quickly grabbed him and pulled him back down, scolding him through her laughter. Kristi laughed at them and made chicken clucking noises. "What, no takers? Surely there must be at least one brave guy here!"

Pam poked me. "You do it!"

I declined. "No! Besides, she's already seen me, many times!"

She poked me again. "Yeah, but the rest of us haven't. Come on!"

Very aware that I was still hard, a situation not helped by the fact that Britt's toes had by now crept to within an inch or so of my balls, I again declined. Before anything more could be said, Miguel rose from the water and turned to face Linda, reaching down to grasp her hands and pull them up to the waistband of his suit. Understanding what was expected of her, she smiled as she unclasped the plastic buckle of the narrow nylon belt around his hips and pulled it loose, then proceeded to tug his trunks down over his hips.

His aroused cock, erect from Linda's earlier attention, sprang free. It was pointing up, thick and dark, probably between seven and eight inches long, with his dark foreskin still puckered over the end despite his arousal. His pubic hair was black and coarse, but sparse, and his testicles were clearly visible as two good-sized round orbs enclosed in his dark-skinned scrotum. Linda leaned down to help slide his trunks down over his feet, and he leaned on her shoulder with one hand to steady himself as he lifted his feet to aid her.

As she came back up she paused at his groin, leaning in to lick his balls and then suck one big testicle into her mouth. He groaned and thrust his hips forward, his cock laying against the side of her face as she tongued his balls. Letting his balls slip from her lips, she engulfed his erect cock, stretching her lips over his thick member and taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, perhaps half his length. I noticed Max staring at them, completely captivated by the scene, his mouth making shapes and motions which mimicked those of his wife, as if he was the one sucking Miguel's hard cock!

I glanced quickly around the tub; everyone was watching them, absorbed in the act and maybe wondering, like me, what Max was thinking. Kristi and Britt were smiling, as was Kori. Pam licked her lips, and I saw her briefly stroke one of her erect nipples. Joan and Matt were both wide-eyed, shocked and maybe embarrassed, and I realized that this was completely outside of their realm of experience.

Listen to me, like I'm the old pro! Let's face it, it was pretty new for me too. I couldn't speak for the others as far as the novelty of the situation was concerned, a strange thing to realize when one of them is your fiancee'!

I feel confident in saying that all of us men were hard, between all the hot bodies and the sex act we were witnessing. I know I was.

Miguel then surprised everyone again, taking his wet suit from Linda and stepping across the tub to Kristi. He stepped up on the seat facing her, which put them very close together. In fact, his erect, saliva-slick cock grazed across her firm belly as he moved, and neither of them made any effort to prevent that! He smiled at her, his teeth startlingly white in the dimming light. He held out his dripping suit. "Here you are, I believe you mentioned a trade, Miss Kristi?"

It was one of the few times I've ever seen Kristi speechless, caught completely off-guard. I'm not sure if it was the suddenness of his move, or the fact that his thick, hard cock was rubbing against her stomach, but she simply reached back and fumbled at her suit. As she pulled it free, I became aware of my own heartbeat pounding in my head, and that my fingernails were digging into my palms.

Bending down, he momentarily sucked each of her hard nipples. I saw her body spasm and heard her gasp of surprise and arousal, then watched with a mix of excitement and dread as she cupped his balls in her hand, squeezing and fondling momentarily before moving up to wrap her fingers around his hard shaft, my Kristi stroking his thick, dark, aggressive-looking cock in front of everybody!

My cock throbbed as I felt Britt's toes begin to lightly carress my balls and Pam's hand slide down to grip my erection through my suit. Watching Kristi slowly masturbate Miguel's thick cock, sliding the foreskin back to expose the large, blunt, shiny purple head of his cock, I barely heard Pam mutter "Oh my!"

He allowed her to stroke him for a few moments before reaching down and gently disengaging her hand. I saw a look flash across her face - disappointment, maybe confusion, I'm not sure - before he stepped back down into the footwell of the tub, bumping Britt's leg and knocking her foot away from my crotch. The water lapped over his balls, but his erect cock still jutted well above the foamy bubbles, his foreskin again covering most of the head leaving just the tip peering out.

Kristi was close to his height, but with her standing on the seat he had to look up at her. Spreading his hands to indicate his own nudity, he smiled. "Does it seem fair to you that I should be naked while you still wear part of your suit?"

Reaching out, he rested his hands on her hips, covering the two bows where her suit tied on the sides. All eyes were on them, their interaction having completely captured everyone's attention. Kristi looked slightly shaken to me, still off balance from his sudden approach, but her eyes sparkled with excitement and her nipples were extremely erect on her perfect breasts. It's hard to tell, when you're sitting in a hot tub, if you're sweating. I was pretty sure I was, though I felt cold. She grasped his hands, holding them in place over the strings of her suit, keeping him from pulling the bows out.

They looked at each other for several seconds, into each other's faces as if no one else was present, then Kristi released his hands, raising her arms out to the sides. With her quiet acquiescence, in one quick motion he yanked both bows out, untying her bikini bottom and stripping it down through her legs and off of her before tossing it aside onto the boat's deck. She was now every bit as naked as the woman he had left on the other side of the tub. Or as him, for that matter.

Thinking back about it, she was more naked than Linda, because Linda had at least the soft thatch of her pubic hair covering her mound. Kristi's smooth mound was fully on display, and Miguel looked at it, chuckling softly. He reached out and ran the back of his fingers across the soft, smooth pad of flesh covering her pubic bone, allowing his knuckles to just brush the front of her cleft. She continued to stare defiantly back at him, but I saw her body spasm just slightly as he touched her, and a slow flush climbed her neck to her face. "You are a very beautiful woman, and so sexy and brave!"

Still lightly grazing his fingers across her smooth mound, he looked at me. "Adam, don't you agree that it is always a pleasure to eat from such a clean plate?" I forced a smile and nodded, agreeing with him although I was not at all sure exactly what he was trying to say. Maybe it was the language barrier.

And just like that he stepped away, returning to Max and Linda, standing in front of her with his rampant erection close to her face. She and her husband both looked at it, then at each other, and then up at him before she lowered her face and submissively took his cock into her mouth.

Kristi sank back down into the water at my side, and I heard her softly exclaim "Damn!"

Before I could ask what she meant by that, Matt and Joan rose from their corner and moved to leave. Matt spoke. "Sorry to be party poopers folks, but this is a little out of our league, we're not really the crazy sex-party types. You all have fun though, we'll just go back to our boat." Joan also apologized. "Please don't let us spoil your fun, it's just us, we're, uh, kind of in over our heads here!"

I heard Kori laugh. "Don't worry kids, we're all in over our heads, we just plow on ahead and see what happens! We don't want to chase you off, but please don't feel obligated to do anything that makes you uncomfortable! It's supposed to be a fun party, not stress you out!"

They hesitated, but decided to depart. I think they were both quite aroused by what they had witnessed (we could all tell that Matt was) and wanted to get back to their room to take advantage of that situation.

The fact was, as the evening wore on and nudity and sex became more commonplace around the main party boats, a number of people opted out. We even saw a couple of boats pull out and leave, the occupants apparently having misunderstood, despite the warnings, what this "adult party" would become. Looking back, there were moments when I wished I had gone with them.

At that moment, however, I returned my attention to Kristi, tearing it away from Linda blowing Miguel. Kristi was watching them as well. "Did you enjoy that?"

She looked startled. "What?"

I tried again. "Did you enjoy that, that little bit between you and Miguel?"

"Um, it was weird. He's so aggressive, it caught me off guard."

"But you enjoyed it. Or at least it looked like you did."

She gave me a sly smile. "You mean did I enjoy playing with his balls and stroking his cock?" I could only nod.

"Well, it was a nice set, and he was very hard and thick, and I do love a nice supple foreskin." She paused, torturing me. "But no, he's not really my type. Too domineering, too much Latin machismo bullshit, I think. If I ever feel the need to be dominated, I'll just order you to do it." She laughed at her own silly contradiction. I laughed too, although I'm not sure whether it was at her joke or just simple relief. I hadn't much cared for his aggressive approach either, it was just too 'in your face', if you know what I mean.

She reached up and gave me a quick kiss. "You do know I'm teasing you, right? He's not my type, just a fun play toy. I found my type right here." I nodded, hoping that was true, and she kissed me again before we turned our attention back to the action.

As if to prove that our assessment of him was on target, Miguel pulled his cock out of Linda's mouth and, taking it in his hand, slapped her across the face with it several times. It appeared to be none too gentle, but she didn't object. In point of fact, she seemed to enjoy it! He then stepped to Max and put his hand on top of the man's balding head. Pulling him forward, he thrust his hips toward Max's face until the head of his dark, saliva-slick erection was at Max's lips, and we all watched in sick fascination as the older man closed his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing his wife's dominant lover to thrust his thick penis into his mouth!

Kristi looked at me as if to say "That could have been you!", but I just shook my head. No, it couldn't. Not ever, no way. Even seeing Max do it left me feeling very uncomfortable, wanting to look away. Unfortunately, like the sick fascination with seeing a bad car wreck, my eyes were drawn to the them.

Miguel was pumping his hips now, slowly fucking his hard cock into Max's willing mouth. Linda watched, a small smile on her face as she played with her own nipples, enjoying the sight of her strong, newfound lover humiliating her weak, cuckold husband in front of a group of near-strangers! Max actually seemed to be enjoying it, and appeared to be actively sucking on Miguel's cock with considerable enthusiasm.

We were all momentarily reduced to spectators, unable to look away, and we saw Linda reach up between Miguel's legs from behind, grasping his balls and pushing him forward, more deeply into her husband's mouth. Miguel allowed this to go on for maybe a minute or two before extricating himself from the other man's lips and stepping out of the tub, his now extremely hard and thick cock rigid in front of him. He reached out for Linda, and she took his hand and stood, stepping out onto the deck beside him.

They began to walk away, but Miguel turned, looking back at Max, who sat frozen as though stunned by what he had just done. "Come along Max, I will need you to prepare your wife's sweet pussy for me before I make love to her. And we will of course need you again after, it may become quite messy. Come along now."

Max clambered awkwardly out of the tub and followed meekly behind. We all sat there silently for a moment, nobody knowing quite what to say or do after a scene like we had just witnessed!

We all watched them for a few moments, amazed by what we had seen and curious about what might happen next. I smiled as I noticed that we all glanced around at the others in the tub, as if to be sure we were not the only voyeur in the lot. Kristi grinned and raised her eyebrows at me when our eyes met, clearly enjoying the direction in which the party appeared headed.

Miguel and Linda walked to the long bench near the starboard rail, where they embraced and kissed. Max, trailing behind, just stood and watched as their two naked bodies pressed together, his wife's breasts crushed to Miguel's bare chest, her soft lower belly pressing against his swollen, straining cock. I took a quick glance over toward the bar area and noticed that we were not the only ones watching this seduction in progress. Ron and Sandra, Miguel's wife, stood behind the bar, facing the action, and Ellen and Jack sat on stools on that side of the bar, also watching. Ron had his arm over Sandra's shoulder, and as I looked it drifted down, his hand dropping out of sight behind the bar. I'm pretty sure he was fondling her ass.

Linda and Miguel finally broke their embrace, extracting their tongues from each other's throats. Miguel turned to Max and they exchanged a few words, although we could not hear them over the jets and pump on the spa. I don't know if Max asked if he could undress, or if Miguel ordered him to, but he quickly shed his baggy, wet trunks. The area formerly covered by his suit was even more pale than the rest of him, which is saying something, because he was quite pale all over, his formerly dark body hair mostly gone to gray, much like the minimal amount of hair remaining on his head. As he turned to discard his suit, he revealed a limp and dangling package at the bottom of his tree-trunk torso and between his tree-limb legs, his cock long, thin, and completely flaccid in front of his sagging scrotum.

I leaned over to Kristi, to speak privately. "If Max is enjoying any of this, he sure doesn't show it!"

She looked at me, then frowned slightly. "Hush Adam, you can't know that just because he's not hard. Maybe he's sick or injured or something and can't get it up, did you ever think of that?" I had to admit I hadn't. She went on. "If that's so, then letting his pretty little wife find a handsome, horny, hung, extremely virile younger partner is pretty sweet, don't you think? And I think it's sweet that he participates so that they can still share sex together."

I laughed. "Participates! Yeah, really sweet!" She glared at me. Apparently she had been serious. Who knew? "Uh, sorry, I thought you were kidding. I mean, if he's totally impotent, no lead in the pencil, what's in it for him?"

"Maybe he gets his satisfaction from his wife's pleasure. Some men do, you know. And if she's happy and satisfied instead of frustrated and horny, that probably makes their marriage and home life much better. Wouldn't you think? Plus, he probably just likes to watch - just 'cause he's got a limp noodle doesn't mean he's not aroused."

I shrugged, conceding the argument. She was only guessing too, but logic was on her side. Every other guy watching them was rock hard, I guarantee it - I know I was - and that Max was not probably meant he was not able. In a way I felt terrible for him, carrying the knowledge that other men could give his wife such pleasure and that he could not. In another way, I admired him, that he could be so selfless and could love her so much that he would make this sacrifice to ensure her happiness, her satisfaction. She was considerably younger than him, and he had been smart enough and generous enough to acknowledge that he could not fulfill her needs and desires. Rather than risk losing her he had made this choice. Amazing, what love will do!