It began innocently enough. I was working through my vacation as first mate on a forty-foot cabin cruiser in the Caribbean. The captain, my friend, was kind enough to keep me employed all of my summers through college.

As a charter, we usually had from four to six people aboard for short cruises. Generally our passengers were middle-aged businessmen and their wives or girlfriends. On one particular cruise I really lucked out, having two young couples on board for an extended weekend. I certainly didn’t expect any sex, but it was nice to see two beautiful women sunning themselves on the deck, even if their husbands were also on the boat. While serving brunch to the two ladies our first morning out, one of them kept staring at me — and at my bathing trunks. This struck me as odd, considering she had an attractive husband below who was, presumably, sleeping. I might as well interject here that I am five feet nine inches tall, and have brown hair and brown eyes. I am in good shape, although I’ll admit I’m certainly no Adonis.

When they finished eating, the women asked me to sit with them for a bit. Henry, the captain, was managing the ship, so I felt comfortable relaxing for a few minutes. They introduced themselves as Christine and Nancy. I told them my name and we exchanged pleasantries. I finally got up enough nerve to ask where their husbands were. Christine leaned forward to speak, and in doing so her towel fell off her shoulders, exposing a pair of incredibly full breasts. She blushed and put the towel back in place, although I must say she didn’t seem in any big hurry to do so.

Christine and Nancy told me that their husbands were bisexual and, as Nancy put it, “hot for each other.” Both wives were willing to let the men have their little getaways, like this one, as long as they didn’t go off to find any other men. As part of the deal, the trysts always took place in an exotic setting, and the women always got to come along for the ride. And this, they explained, was one of those rides.

The two beauties went on to say that while they didn’t mind getting it on in a group, straight girl-on-girl action didn’t excite them much. I pointedly asked if they wanted to party with Henry and me, and was pleased (even a little shocked) to hear them both say yes.

I excused myself and went to tell Henry the good news. He

smiled but, brandishing his wedding band with a sigh, told me I was on my own. “Knock yourself out,” he said with envy dripping from his voice, adding that I could use the crew’s quarters in the bow of the boat.

I ran back to the ladies, escorted them down to the cabin and carefully locked the door behind me. I got out some tequila and poured three generous shots. We continued to get acquainted, with lots of physical contact between the shots of tequila. Soon Nancy and Christine had my trunks off. Their hands and mouths were all over my body. It was a dream come true.

Those two sumptuous, raven-haired women did things to my cock I still think about to this day. Nancy positioned herself between my legs and gave my balls a tongue bath, while Christine offered the same treatment to my cock. Christine, in particular, had an incredible mouth. Her tongue never seemed to stop moving. It felt as though my prick was being given a nonstop massage. Looking down, I was so turned on I almost passed out.

I asked Nancy to remove her bathing suit and have a seat. She laughed and asked me where. I flicked my tongue in response, and soon she was astride my face, her thick, pink love lips parting for my tongue. The exotic smell of her cunt filled my nostrils. I had never been so happy in all my life. The sensations, tastes and smells were driving me insane with lust. My tongue and lips danced over Nancy’s pussy so quickly and with so much intensity that for a minute I didn’t notice what had happened: Christine had taken a seat as well-right on my throbbing cock!

It didn’t seem as though any of us would ever tire out, so intense was the fucking and tonguing taking place in that little cabin. I’m proud to admit that I always last a good, long while in bed. I can exercise excellent control over my orgasms, which guarantees that my partners and I always get our fill. When I finally do come, though, I’m like a wild animal. And I knew that time was approaching.

Nancy was really getting into riding my face, and Christine was slowly easing her way up and down my cock. With one hand rubbing her clit and the other stroking my balls, she looked incredible. Her hair was tossed back. A dew of sweat covered her smooth body. Her eyes were glazed over and her tight stomach was heaving in what I knew was the beginning of an orgasm. She looked more sensational than any actress I’d ever seen in an erotic video. But what made this picture perfect was the frame: I was watching the whole fantastic scene through the gap between Nancy’s luscious thighs!

Soon Christine was bucking frantically, grinding herself all the way down against the base of my shaft. She came, and I felt her juices massaging my cock as they dripped out of her satisfied pussy. I felt an incredible sensation beginning in my stomach and spreading through my entire body. I swear, I blacked out for a split second when I came. But come I did, blasting jets of hot sperm into Christine’s cunt.

Nancy collapsed by my side on the bed, and I quickly lifted her leg and began feasting on her again from a different angle. I was happy to feel Christine’s lips again at work on my prick. The best surprise, however, was glancing up to see Nancy eating Christine’s sopping-wet pussy. What a turn-on! I couldn’t help myself and emptied another load into Christine’s mouth.

After a while we all collapsed in a heap on the bed. The smell of sex threatened to overpower the tiny cabin. I opened a porthole to let in the cool sea air, thinking of poor, married Henry upstairs in his captain’s chair.

Soon Christine suggested a shower and a swim. The shower turned into another suck-and-fuck fest almost as intense as the first, but nothing will ever equal that first time with those two special women. I shake my head sadly when I think of what their husbands missed out on.