Our First Adult Vacation

The next clothing victim was my bikini top. I stood bare breasted in front of this strange and, to this point, gentle man thinking about my husband. I didn't have the courage to open my eyes; I was very nervous. I felt Eric's shoulders push up as he sat up very straight. Instinctively, I leaned forward to give his mouth access to my nipples. He sucked and nibbled gently and skillfully on my breasts. Despite my best efforts to muffle them I let out small moans. The touching had become very intimate. His right hand had reached around my waist and was groping me from behind. My juices were flowing to his touch. I was getting really worked up.

Eric released my breasts and stood up from his seated position.

"Open yer eyes." He softly encouraged me.

He was at least a full foot taller than me. I looked up at him, his blue eyes focused on me with a hypnotic aura. It had become dark, there was a light from inside the cabin, and the light reflected off half of his face, the other half lost to the shadows. He was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. His eyes led me to our first kiss. He held my hips firmly and kissed my upper lip. I returned the kiss catching his lips as he momentarily relented. We kissed half a dozen more times softly, before he turned me so I was no sitting on the padded island.

My heart almost dropped when I remembered to look at my husband. He had the most wide eyed and open mouth expression. I'm usually pretty good at reading expressions, but I couldn't make heads nor tails of this one. He seemed to be feeling some emotion that was unrecognizable to me. His jaw was so loose that I don't think he could have formulated any words and his eyes looked completely sharp and focused. His chest was moving up and down rapidly. These were truly uncharted waters.

While sitting on the bench trying to gauge my husband's mood, Eric changed the dynamic of the entire affair. Without warning he dropped his shorts. My jaw nearly hit the deck. His cock must have been a foot long. I had been with larger than average men before, but Eric wasn't just bigger than average, he was that and then a lot more. He was completely hard; it looked very rigid and inflexible. My mouth watered in open in amazement. I felt the burning, hungry feeling in the pit of my stomach. His cock was marvellous to look at, but fear inducing to think about taking.

With the way I was sitting in front of him it bobbed slightly at eye level. It was pretty clear what he wanted. I approached it cautiously. I'm not sure if he expected me to take the whole thing in my mouth, but that wasn't even an option. I tried to put my right hand around the mid-way point, but I couldn't wrap my entire hand around it. His cock was heavy and felt warm. I can't imagine where he got enough blood from to inflate this thing.

As opposed to taking it head on, I started to lightly lick the sides. As big as he was, he didn't make me forget my husband. I really didn't want to look over-anxious or more excited than I am for sex with him. Eric let me do my own thing, whatever that was, he didn't get aggressive or try to force my head down in any way.

I sort of awkwardly pawed and licked at it for a few minutes before trying to get some in my mouth. I've never been able to deep throat anyone and I wasn't about to try to learn with Eric. The best I could do was the head and a bit more. It couldn't have been the best for him, but I was trying my best. I think he sensed my struggle and cut, my less than impressive, blowjob short. I opened my eyes and looked up at him in apology, which he accepted with a nod. He reached out his hand lightly touched my elbow indicating that it was time for me to lay back.

While leaning back I looked at my husband. He looked like he had seen a ghost; despite his tan he looked pale with eyes that were glazed over and shinning. I had never seen him like this and I was worried. It was far too gone to try to stop this, but my body really tensed up at the sight. Being in a tense state was not the best state to be for trying to accommodate a penis the size of Eric's.

Eric could, no doubt, see the reservation on my face, "don't ya worry, he be fine dear."

I wish I had shared his confidence. Colin said nothing to indicate one way or the other which side of fine he was actually on. I took a deep breath and layed all the way back, my bum was at the edge of the island and I lifted my hips a little to help Eric remove my bottoms. Eric positioned his body to enter me. I couldn't look, I closed my eyes very tightly. I grabbed the edges of the bench for support but they offered none. I had tensed up to such a degree that this was not going to be easy.

The penetration started with some pressure on my entrance without any sharp movements. Once my breathing settled into a rhythm of deep inhales and long exhales, Eric began to push into me. He would move in with an inhaling breath and settle into that place with an exhaling breath, pushing in a bit more each time. This really was a process, and not an extremely fast one. Thankfully, he knew what he was doing and had no interest in hurting me. Unfortunately, from an outside observer this may not have been so obvious.

"Michelle! Is he hurting you?" My husband let out in a frantic tone.

"Honnnnnyy...itsss...okkkk" I was trying to reassure him, but the labor in my voice betrayed the intent of my utterance.

"Ya hold d'er hand." Eric said calmly to my husband while stopping for the moment.

"Me?" His voice sounded like he wasn't sure I would want him to.

The truth of the matter was that there was nothing I wanted more. He extended his hand and I gripped it tight in my palm. Both of our palms were sweaty, but my vice grip hold wasn't about to let go. Feeling his touch I felt a connection that was absent from this experience to that point; we were in this together. I finally felt the undeniable support that my husband was really ok with this. The physical connection in that moment allowed my body to relax. I squeezed my tension into my husband's hand and started to feel pleasure. Eric felt me open up and seized the opportunity.

"Ah ah e-e-e ahahahhhaaa" He had jabbed into me sharply for the first time.

He probably only went in half-way, but I had never had something of this size poked into me like that. I was scared that he would push all the way in. I relied on my husband's comforting touch to feel secure.

"Honey, you're doing good." My husband was openly supporting me; this drove me wild.

I was so impressed with him, my husband that is, he was truly stepping outside of himself. He was allowing his senses to experience the undeniable high that comes along with breaking taboos. In letting go of the possessiveness of sexuality he was showing another side, one that is a cause for embarrassment in most men, his submissive side. He was taking the time to explore aspects of his own sexuality and find pleasure.

I was grunting, groaning, gasping and moaning with Eric's every movement as he fucked me very slowly. With my nerves relaxed any discomfort disappeared and became intense pleasure. Sensing this change in my reception of him, he began to slowing move out and back in, each time a bit deeper than before. Eric leaned over my body and kissed me intimately behind the ear and eased his cock in and out my pussy. Feeling completely supported I let go of my husband's hand and wrapped my arms around Eric's neck as he slowly kissed and fucked me.

I opened my eyes and made my first attempt to look at my husband since the penetration started. I couldn't believe what I saw. Colin was naked from the waist down and he had cum all over himself. I was so shocked I forgot I was getting fucked for a second and gave him the most wide eyed stare I could muster.

"Honey! Honey! What happened?!"

My husband just looked down to avoid my eyes.

Eric leaned back upright, with his feet planted on the deck, he had a beaming smile on his face, "Ya didn't naw?" He said to me while holding back his laughter.

My husband started laughing too. The mood was all together lighter as we were all smiling. The tip of Eric's dick was still very much inside of me, but he was just resting while we all soaked up the change in mood. The extremes of emotions that I had felt since we started can't be over-stated. The bounced from fear to excitement, from discomfort to pleasure, from concern to content and pretty much every emotion in between. All of these emotions were felt in their most pure form. It was as if the moment would jump from one extreme to the other without feeling anything in between. This respite to adjust to the roles we had all taken in this strange triangle was refreshing.

In the midst of this moment of respite from the primal intensity that preceded Eric leaned over my body and told me in a matter-of-fact tone, "It'is goin' ta go fasta now."

"AH...AH...AH...AH!!" He pushed in and out with four hard and serious thrusts.

Any hint of laughter in the air quickly dissipated as if Eric insisted upon it. I shut my eyes tight, my husband re-took my hand as we braced for what was to follow. He wasn't about to fuck me gently all night, he simply wasn't that sort of guy. He was the prototypical, true alpha, sort of man. He conducted himself with quiet confidence, he made no obnoxious displays, and felt no need to belittle anyone less alpha than himself. He made my husband feel comfortable and that was translating to me that I could feel good about enjoying myself with him. I could tell that he would never bully anyone or disrespect a woman. In bed however, he assumed the dominant position and asserted it throughout the encounter. His every motion, expression and presence exemplified the fact he was in control.

I thrashed, convulsed, kicked, screamed and writhed underneath him with my legs spread wide as he fucked me at a more upbeat tempo than he has started. My cries were reverberating off the cliffs in this, seemingly, private bay. Maybe the cliffs contained them; perhaps someone with a pair of binoculars noticed and was watching from the darkness of the top of those cliffs. At that point I didn't care. My nails dug into skin, to which he showed not even the slightest discomfort. I felt so full that when he finally pulled it out it felt like my insides contracted.

If Eric was the dominant, then I was next in command. Being a natural submissive, I had never taken the dominant role in our bedroom. It's not that we ever gotten into any defined dom or sub roles, it's more that I'm always on the bottom and usually the one to accommodate. In this dynamic, I noticed that I was having the same power over my husband that Eric had displayed over me. My husband was providing comfort and support to my sexuality without having me directly reciprocate the effort. The power struggle in regard to sexuality has always fascinated me. For me, sex was always about more than the physical pleasure. It is about being stripped of my pretensions in an honest expression of desire.

My eyes were tight shut until Eric leaned over me, he grabbed my head in his palm from behind and said, "Woman, open yer eyes."

The way he was gripping my entire head in his enormous hand told me that this was not a request. Eric touched my face gently as I opened my eyes to meet his. He had stopped thrusting for another respite. Only this time there was no joking, he told me without saying that he wasn't just fucking me, he was making love to me. The endorphins shooting through every part of my body projected through my eyes and told him that I was making love back. I felt an instant connection with him, a man I met just a day earlier and barely knew, he felt like my protector and lover. He smiled sweetly and continued to make outlines on my face with his gentle touches.

Our dreamy glances were interrupted with my husband's cry of, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

He was sitting to the side of us, where the divers would be sitting come morning. I felt some of it spray my side, but a lot of it went on Eric's back. Eric didn't scold him or even flinch. He remained in control the entire time. He must have noticed my alarm to the notion that my husband may have made a mistake.

"No worry dear, deez things happen." He was smiling at me to help me accept the sincerity of his statement.

If it wasn't clear before, it was abundantly clear now that we were not Eric's first couple. I took a split second to wonder how many couples did this done here and how many wives had been on this blanketed bench. The time to contemplate didn't last very long. Soon Eric was positioning my body for the next part of our dance. He pushed my body up on the island until my head was pushed up and partly raised against the middle console, where the padded area stopped. He put a small pillow under my head to support my neck. My eyes were now completely open. He had not given me the direction that I could close them again and I didn't want him to have to tell me twice.

Eric leaned forward again and whispered in my ear seductively, "Tilt yer hips up a little."

I did as he requested without asking what he was setting me up for and he placed a small pad under my tailbone to support my slightly raised hips. My legs were still spread to the side. Eric took a very dominate position looking over my slightly crunched body. Eric was positioned over me in a way that made him look even taller and made his very erect, large, penis look even more powerful. I grasped frantically before finding my husband's supporting hand. His pulse was racing like mine and it felt as if our heartbeats were in perfect sync.

Eric started to sink into my slightly raised hips, only this time he was not stopping half way. He wasn't stopping at three quarters either. He made no sharp movements, and he readjusted if he hit something too sensitive. He slowly pulled out to relieve some of the tension and then pushed back in. From this angle I could feel the head of his cock lead into my g-spot, but soon it became clear that that was just a prelude to what he was after. The massaging of my g-spot sent waves of pleasure through my body. I was wet with sweat but my moans told him that he was welcome to continue.

He was almost all the way in when I felt him lightly bump my cervix. For me, my reflex action for that is usually pain, but he was being incredibly careful. He was using his penis head to lightly encourage my cervix to retreat closer to my uterus allowing him more room to penetrate me. Eric removed the padding from under my tailbone and let my back lay flat on the bench again. With his entire penis in me he covered my body with his. We engaged in a very passionate open mouth kiss. I let go of my husband's hand and wrapped my arms around Eric's muscular neck. My legs wrapped tightly around his hips in an effort to pull him in even more.

We stayed locked in this wonderful embrace until Eric started to make small micro movement with his hips. He was massaging my cervix with the head of his cock. The heat was building up to all corners of my being. I felt as if my brain was in danger of shutting down from sensory overload. I was told later that I was making noises that I had never made before. I was groaning in a low guttural growl. My eyes were still open by unable to focus. All my senses were being overtaken by my first cervical orgasm. My body went completely limp and my limbs fell to the side. My entire body was heaving as Eric took his entire cock out of my and slapped my clit, amplifying the most intense orgasm of my life.

In the time it took to achieve the cervical orgasm his cock felt like it was a part of me, by removing it completely he made me hungry to have it back.

I started to beg, "Please put it back in...PLEASE...I need it!!"

I felt agony over-taking everything inside of me I needed his cock so badly. Eric did not disappoint. He picked up my lifelessly limp legs and pulled me to the edge of the bench so he could stand with two feet planted on the deck. My arms were still limp and the furious actively hand moved my body off centre so may limp arm had allowed my right hand to fall to the deck. The back of my hand scrapped on the anti-slip protection. I felt nothing until later, but luckily my real protector was sensitive to my discomfort and took my hard and supported it on his knee.

Eric was holding both my legs together in one arm and fucking in the space he had so carefully created to this point.

I have lost count of the number g-spot orgasms that resulted from this assault. I didn't even feel one with my body. It was a transcendent experience, one which I can't really explain. I was far from virginal when I got married and I never knew sex could be like that. Eric was not only talented physically; he controlled the emotional impact like a master puppeteer controls his dummy. He pulled all the right strings. He created a sense of danger and isolation on that boat. Around the hazy edges of the cabin light all that could be seen was blackness in all directions. He asserted himself as the unquestioned peak of our triangle from the very start and never wavered. He stayed in tune with my orally unsaid concerns and fears thought-out our love making and responded with in such a way that my guard melted away.

Now he was fucking me like a rag doll, thumping in and out of me in a frantic but controlled rhythm. My back was going to be sore for days to come. The padding was not like a mattress and my lower back had absorbed a lot of punishment. My pubic bone and pelvis were not going to walk away from unscathed either. And, of course, between my legs was going to need some time to recover too. These were small sacrifices for the intense pleasure that I felt that evening.

Eric started grunting loudly. I knew he was about to cum. I tried to focus my eyes to find his face beside my lifted legs. He let my legs go and allowed me to wrap them around his body for support.

He, once again, covered my body with his and desperately hissed in my ear, "ahhhhh iiii'm ganna cummmmm!"

"Cum inside me baby! Cum in me..." Felt like the only way I was able to respond to his cry.

Eric groaned very loudly before his powerful body went limp in my arms, he buried his face in my shoulder and he began filling me with his semen. He let out little moans and I held him very tightly with both my arms and legs; I didn't want to let him go. His shoulder was near my mouth so I bit down in an effort to keep him connected. I felt his muscled flex in my mouth as he regained his strength. We stayed connected for a long time as he attempted to pump and remaining cum into the deepest part of my vagina. He never even tried to put on one of the condoms we brought and neither of us thought to ask him to. It was the most reckless thing I had ever done, but at least I had a partner in this crime.

Speaking of my partner, my thoughts returned to my husband. The euphoria I feel after sex is different from the euphoria I feel during. It is a very pleasant but reflective euphoria, but this time the reflection was mixed with concerns that I had, somehow, misinterpreted my husband's enthusiasm during the encounter. I relaxed my grip on Eric and allowed him to remove himself from me. I felt very wide open down there, but I had no desire to be filled again; I was completely spent.

Once it was over Eric never kissed me again, he stood up and looked down, but he was not looking directly at me, he was looking at both of us.

He said, almost coldly, while retrieving a blanket from a compartment, "Take dis, it be cold on dis water at night."

He handed the blanket to my husband and turned away to retrieve the anchor from the water. The blanket was big enough for two. My husband wrapped my naked body up in it before crawling in himself. It felt like we were sharing a cocoon after he pulled the excess fabric over our heads. The extreme euphoria mixed with the extreme fear left me at a loss for words; instead I clinged tightly to my husband as if my life depended on it.