Journey to Another Life Ch. 11

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Part 11 of the 12 part series

Updated 10/13/2022
Created 06/07/2010
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Author's note: This is the second last chapter I hope you have enjoyed the series. As always I welcome polite feedback.

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Ed said nothing -- he knew the expression on his face would convey his approval. Anyway, when Nikki wanted something, especially a sexual something, she got it. All three of them knew that.

"I'm dying to see Charles naked," she said, standing there in the most indecent knock-off of baby doll pajamas ever created. "Would you mind, darling?"

Ed shook his head, now conscious that he had temporarily lost his voice. It was a natural reaction, he thought to himself. I'm finally going to experience what I've been fantasizing about. What we've both been fantasizing about. He felt lucky to be able to breathe, let alone speak.

Despite his and Charles's newfound openness, Charles shot him a cautious look. Nikki's needs weren't difficult to figure out, but the captain wanted to make sure her husband's were in sync with them. When Ed gave him a subtle but reassuring nod, Charles stood and took off his clothes. He moved neither too slowly nor too quickly, with characteristic humility. Nobody said a word as he unveiled his now legendary cock.

Ed watched him, not with sexual interest but with fascination. The imposing height, the tight abdominal muscles, the polished ebony skin and solid thighs were among the features he knew must appeal to Nikki. Of course, it was the gargantuan dick hanging a third of the way down the man's leg that she found most alluring, but the rest certainly didn't hurt.

Charles's cock rose to the occasion while they watched. When his shorts came off, the impressive schlong stirred a little, awakening it from long and flaccid to long and swinging. It hung like a neglected baseball bat, looking benign from one angle, threatening from another. He stood, obviously on display, eyes downcast but only briefly before they looked to Ed for one final gesture of approval.

Ed did his best to wear a poker face, mostly because he had no idea how to communicate to a large, naked black man that fucking his wife would be perfectly fine.

But he was hard. Exceptionally hard. Maybe because he knew he could be, without ramifications. Maybe he was just utterly, completely, and without reservation turned on beyond all his power to control it. Despite the blood rushing to his cock, his head felt as clear as the night air. Clarity trounced all traces of doubt, and the result was a fine-tuned tranquility. He'd never been more aroused in his life and yet he'd never been this hard without desperately needing to fuck.

Nikki sauntered over to Charles, her heels against the deck's surface sounding oddly authoritative. Her hand went to his strong chest and the action pulled his attention away from Ed. "Charles, you're this girl's fantasy. In"—her finger tapped his pec—"the"—and tapped it again—"flesh."

She pressed her flimsily clad body against his and gave him a long, sensual kiss on the mouth. The nightie rose slightly, revealing several inches of firm cheek. "Mmmmm, so tasty," she said, just loud enough for Ed to hear. Because her back was to Ed, she turned around. "We're going to give you a show you'll never forget, sweetheart," she told him before she stepped over to deliver the same kind of kiss to him. Because she had to bend from the waist to get to his face, Ed knew her whole derriere had to be uncovered and that Charles was getting a fine view of it. Ed's hand instinctively went to what was on display, as much to claim it as to feel it. Her skin was warmer and smoother than ever.

"Thank you," she whispered before she pulled away.

She returned to Charles, who was now fully erect. Ed hadn't needed a reminder about the man's proportions, but now that he was getting one, that same wave of awe flooded through him. Fully engorged, Charles's cock was nothing less than a masterpiece. Long, yes, but the girth was stunning—probably twice as thick as his own cock. It had already captivated Nikki's attention and she stared as it as she spoke.

"There's just no way I can look at that beautiful cock and not want it."

Rather than take hold of it, though, she turned to face Ed and pressed her back against Charles. The man's cock was undoubtedly stabbing her in the small of her back, but she reached around her to grab his ass, pulling him even tighter to her.

"Don't you love thinking about how this beautiful man is going to please me tonight, sweetie?" She asked Ed just as Charles's hands caressed her thighs.

Ed knew the question was rhetorical.

Charles's hands moved up to her waist, taking the marabou hem of the nightie with them. It was then that Ed's eyes nearly popped out of his head. While Nikki had been downstairs in their cabin, preparing for this special event, she'd removed every hair from her pussy. She'd always maintained a Brazilian pubic line, so he was accustomed to seeing very little fuzz between her legs, but this new, smooth look proved even more tantalizing. He saw exactly where her mons swelled and her lips cleaved. The area was still slightly red from whatever method she'd used to get the job done, but that just gave it a pretty little blush.

"I didn't want you to miss a thing," she said softly in response to his stunned expression. "Like it?"

He grinned and nodded. To his amazement, he salivated. He took a long swig of whiskey to keep from lunging at her pussy.

Charles moved his hands from her tummy to her breasts, cupping them through the transparent fabric. His hands were so big that they eclipsed what they held. The effect, however, was no less erotic.

"This isn't the first time Ed has seen us playing together," Nikki said, talking to Charles but looking at Ed. "Ed has watched us in some pretty nasty moments, haven't you honey?"

Ed's senses thrummed. The hint of a breeze tickled his nerve endings and his cock squirmed against his zipper. His throat tightened and his breath observed no particular pattern. With her words, he was exposed in every conceivable way. So exposed was he, in fact, that desire reigned supreme, squelching all other emotion—including shame—in its quest for power.

She swayed from side to side against Charles while he held her tits. Ed knew she did this to feel the man's cock brushing against her. "He's seen me eat your ass and drink your piss. He likes me being dirty with you. Don't you like that, baby?"

Ed nodded. Or maybe it was just his jaw dropping.

"Oh, Ed. I love that you saw me do those things, but I hate that you had to hide. Now you can see everything. You can see this gorgeous man do unspeakable things to me. And I'm going to be your little slut."

She said the words lovingly, like most women would say their wedding vows.

"Take out your cock, Ed. I want to watch you stroke it while I'm playing with Charles."

Ed couldn't have fought the urge to unzip much longer, anyway. He extracted his cock quickly, grateful to cool it off in the tropical night. When he clutched it, she smiled at him and her eyes sparkled with new interest.

She turned around again to face Charles, then lowered herself to the deck, where she knelt before the largest, hardest cock of all time. "Oh my God," she purred with her face only inches from Charles's meat. "I can't wait to suck this."

Ed couldn't see her take the enormous dick into her mouth, but he heard the slurping that announced her attempt. He couldn't see her struggle to accept the fat, black head but he saw her head bobbing to get it between her lips.

What he could see was Charles's eyelids flutter as his eyes rolled up into his head. Charles stroked Nikki's nodding head and gently guided it up, down, and sideways to tell her what felt best. Ed could tell by the way she moved whether she was licking or sucking, or whether she was striving for friction and speed or sensuality and languor.

Charles's pleasure showed on his face, but Ed wanted to see Nikki's delight, as well. As he considered getting up to position himself more advantageously, Nikki stuck her ass out, inserted her hands between her legs, and spread her hairless labia for him. The moonlight accentuated the slick wetness there, mesmerizing him and keeping him planted in his chair. Her fingertips started an inch or so above her adorable, pink, puckered asshole and traveled slowly over it, then to her oozing slit, and finally to her clit. They spread her juices in a lewd, noisy way while she whipped away at her clit. With no hair to camouflage her body's reactions, Ed saw how wet and swollen she was in vivid detail. Suddenly, his need to move to another spot dissipated.

One of her arms was wrapped around the black man's leg, but the other was in front of her. Based on the position of her elbow, Ed deduced that she was now either playing with Charles's balls or giving him a supplemental handjob. Whatever she was doing was driving Charles to distraction—his moans came out in great gusts and as he held her head, it seemed he did so to keep his balance.

Ed noticed that in his own lap, he mirrored Nikki's rhythm on Charles. His knob flushed a deep mauve color as pre-come seeped from it. He didn't waste much time staring at it, though. His eyes returned compulsively to the scene before him.

"Oh!" Charles suddenly said, eyes widening. He jerked, Nikki teetered, and a huge stream of come spurt up high over Nikki's head. It rained down on the deck but mostly on Nikki. It splattered her hair, face, and shoulders.

She laughed. The tones of her laugh rang out over the sea with bell-like clarity. She then fell back on her elbows, and Ed saw that the deluge had soiled the front of her nightie, too. The joy on her face made Ed smile.

Charles looked down at her, uncertain what the laughter might mean. Ed stared at his come-covered wife, also curious about the genesis of the laughter.

"I missed!" She said between giggles. "How could I miss a target that big?"

The men exchanged glances and then lapsed into their own chuckles. As they enjoyed themselves, Nikki dipped a finger into one particularly obscene glob on her chest and brought a dollop of the stuff to her mouth.

"Mmmm. Yummy. Why don't you two rub it into me? I hear it has therapeutic properties."

She demonstrated the activity herself, massaging a small bit of semen into her cheek, and looking from one man to the other. Ed wanted to touch his wife, and didn't even mind touching the jizz of another man, but somehow, he didn't want to accept her invitation.

"I'm here as a spectator," he finally said. "But I'd love to watch Charles massage you."

Nikki didn't argue. Instead, she looked up at Charles from her nearly supine position and gave him an inviting smile. He knelt beside her as she wiggled out of the baby doll nightie and handed it to him. Grinning, Charles flung it overboard. His hands then began to rub every spot decorated with his come.

"Oooh, yes. Look at those big hands. Do you like seeing your wife being handled by a big, hunky black man, Ed?"

Charles seemed considerably more relaxed now than he had a few minutes earlier. He took his time massaging his semen into Nikki's skin, smearing in long, wide strokes to get maximum coverage. He dallied at her breasts, circling one hard nipple and then the other with his sperm until it had dried into her areolas.

She wasn't passive as he worked, which probably explained why he worked so slowly. The fingers of her right hand encircled his still-hard dick and worked it up and down, gently but firmly. Ed worked his own cock the same way.

With her left hand, she took hold of the back of his neck when he was finished and pulled his face to hers. They kissed in light, affectionate pecks for nearly a minute. Throughout, she pumped his cock.

"I want to eat you some more," she told him. "Ed, don't you think I need more cock in my mouth? Do you want to see my mouth stuffed full of it? Sometimes I dream of being choked by this cock!"

She instructed Charles to get on all fours. He obliged, facing Ed so as not to point his ass at his employer. She got up off her back and stood up on her high-heeled sandals. Her legs were endless. If it weren't so sexy, the coins of come sprinkled on her loose, dark hair would have been comical.

With measured steps that emphasized the sculpted length of her legs, she walked around behind Charles and surveyed his backside. Then she looked directly at Ed and licked her lips mischievously.

In a series of unexpected but graceful movements, she spread Charles's legs a little wider that she was, then slid underneath him until her head was directly under his heavy-hanging black dick. She turned her head from side to side so that the massive cock slapped one cheek and then the other. Ed couldn't help but notice that the length of it was the same as the length of her head.

"Oh, this is good," she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the steady, gentle penis pummeling. "But I just can't be this close to it and not eat it."

She did everything but suck it. She ran her tongue up the long, long length of it, traveled the circumference of its tip, rimmed the underside of its head, and rolled it over her face. Meanwhile, she frigged herself like crazy, moving her hand faster and faster with every passing moment. It was as if the simplest contact with his cock drove her to a sexual frenzy.

Ed knew her well enough to know that she was very close to orgasm. So he was stunned when she wiggled out from under Charles and stopped touching herself. Her focus had shifted elsewhere. Her eyes were glazed and wild, and something in her bearing told Ed that not only would be taking risks, she'd be looking for them.

"Oh, Ed. I feel so-o-o-o-o-o naughty. I'm going to taste his ass. Do you want to see me lick out his dirty asshole? I'm going to do it. I'm going to stick my tongue up his ass!"

Her face disappeared between the big, black man's ass cheeks immediately. She burrowed deep, drilling her way forward. Ed pumped his fist a little faster now.

From Ed's vantage point, he saw the dark, sloping planes of Charles's back, the slight hump of his ass, then the sharp incline that was Nikki's head. For the first few minutes, she ate with her eyes closed, as if what was between his crack was the most delectable concoction she'd ever sampled. But then she opened her eyes and met Ed's. She didn't have to speak—the crazed look in her eyes was familiar. Ed had seen it when she'd been with the two young men on St. Martin.

Nikki was in slut mode.

"I think I can taste his shit, baby," she said between licks. "Ooooh, it's so ... filthy. I love everything this man has!"

She had never been this way with her husband. Never expressed herself with such colorful language in their bed. And never had her face been buried in his ass crack so she could clean the shit out of it.

And none of that bothered him. In truth, it turned him on to see this alter ego of hers come out only with men she didn't love. The fact that she invited him to see it was a testament to her love for him—she wanted him to see her being a slut. She understood that being a slut with him was not nearly as exciting for either of them as being a slut for him.

As this realization seeped into his consciousness, a powerful eruption sprang from his cock, crashing audibly on the deck floor. After a quick calculation, he realized this was the third time he'd christened the boat's floorboards with his most essential of fluids. He seemed to be making a habit of leaving his semen in unpredictable places throughout the ship, he thought wryly.

He sat perfectly still for moment, wondering if this outburst was uncouth. Charles had done this sort of thing before—had any of the other husbands spurted their joy like he just had? Even though Charles knew Ed was a novice at this sort of thing, he didn't want to embarrass himself or risk losing Charles's respect.

But Charles didn't seem to notice. And to Ed's great relief, his pleasure acted as Nikki's cue to move on to the next scene. Smacking her lips and more than a little wired, she got to her feet, slightly wobbly now on her heels. With Charles's come drying in random spots on her body, and invisible traces of sweat and even shit on her face, she looked every inch the slut they'd both dreamed of.

"I need fucking so bad," she said, running her hands along her waist and hips then up to her tits. "I need that big black stick up my cunt. Ed, do you want to see me get fucked? Charles does me just the way I like it."

Charles got up, sensing that if he was going to be fucking, he needed a better position. She nodded toward the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. He sat in it, keeping his legs in a V shape because of how swollen and heavy his cock and balls had become. He no longer looked at Ed—all his attention was on Nikki. The wilder she became, and the more desperately she craved cock, the more irresistible she was to both men.

Facing Ed, she stood between that V that Charles's thighs formed and stuck her ass at Charles's face. He kissed it several times and caressed it while Nikki kept her eyes on Ed, who still held his dripping cock in his hand.

"Oh, I want his cock in me so much, Ed. He's so huge!"

She now pointed her ass at Charles with purpose. She reached between her legs to grab hold of the thick meat that had to the power to render her slightly insane. When she had a solid grip on it, she pointed it at her pussy and began to lower herself. The black baguette gradually parted her glossy, naked lips as it inched its way upward. Ed knew how tight and dark the hole was that craved it, and tried to imagine how much tighter it was with more filling it. He would finally see with his own eyes how much of the black meat she could accommodate. Her pussy lips were stretched to capacity. Everything between her legs had gone slick and taut—even her distended clit had spread slightly. She arched her back and winced just before she threw her head back in one grand motion.

"Oh, fuck, this is good!" She exclaimed when half the cock had disappeared inside her. "Can you see how wide it opens me up? Oh my god, this is incredible."

Ed could see that Charles was making a conscious effort not to thrust up hard into Nikki. He couldn't help but imagine, though, what would happen if he did. Would it be painful? Would she scream? Would she like it?

A little more of Charles wedged its way into Nikki. "Look at this cock, Ed! Can you believe it? Look how big it is!"

She had come down as far as she could, yet still had only taken about two-thirds of the cock into her slit. The tip of Charles was at this very moment touching her sweet, soft cervix, Ed thought to himself. Probably hitting her g-spot, as well.

She held her breasts in her hands. Biting her lip, she fixed her gaze on Ed then began a seductive series of gyrations designed to ensure that every inch of her cunt made contact with the ebony dick inside it. The movements had the added benefit of providing a show for the men. Charles got to watch her shapely ass wiggle in a profoundly enticing way, while Ed was the sole witness to the relentless undulations of her hips and abdomen. Each arc she made gave him a fleeting but memorable view of her wet lips, stretched cunt, blushing mons. She became stripper, slut, and siren in one breathtaking moment—aware that she was performing but acting from the purest core of desire.

When he found himself as hard as he'd been before his ejaculation, he was not surprised. For the first time, he wished he had a camera, not because his memory would fail him later but because he wanted to capture the intensity of her happiness and the unabashed freedom with which she experienced it.

As she moved in measured arcs around Charles's hips, Ed found himself fascinated by the immense mass of the man's sac. It was proportional to his enormous cock but as he observed it now, squirming under Nikki's over-taxed pussy, its size inspired nothing short of fear. The sac was not only large but drawn up and smooth from his arousal. Just as Ed stared at it, Charles started to thrust into Nikki. Not hard, but enough to make her yelp.

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