We lay intertwined, my wife’s breasts glistening with cum, a steady drip escaping both her slit and ass. I trailed my tongue down to her core, eagerly licking every drop spilling from her slick folds. Being her devoted clean-up plaything is a privilege I relish. Just then, Dave re-entered the cabin, still completely nude and half-hard. Approaching my wife, he struck her cheek with his stiff cock before rubbing it over her breasts, smearing himself with her essence.
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“Cuck, come over here and clean me up,” he commanded. Without hesitation, I climbed atop my wife, taking his thick length into my mouth and licking him clean. He lowered his cock until it rested at her lips, and we kissed with him lodged between us.
“Fuck, you two are incredible,” Dave praised, withdrawing and announcing, “We’re heading out for some water skiing. You ladies don’t need to get dressed if you want to come along.” After his departure, I gently wiped my wife clean and grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. At the dock, one of the men stopped me mid-spray. “Hold up, put that cheap stuff away. We’ve got the good sunscreen. Don’t worry, we’ll make sure your wife is thoroughly coated.” Laughter erupted among the group as we all climbed onto the boat.
Seats were scarce, so the captain instructed us, “Sit on the floor if you have to; no one’s going to bother us out here. Plenty of laps for your wife.” I settled at the bottom while my wife was pulled into the lap of a younger guy. During the journey to a prime ski spot, her breasts were fondled by whichever man held her, her openings teased beneath their hands, and my own arousal grew steadily.
Once we found a secluded area, the captain laid down a wager: “Whoever lasts the longest on the skis tonight gets the first turn on her ass. And whoever wipes out first has to fuck the cuck.’ The men took turns showing off their skills, some falling, some performing impressive jumps. By the afternoon, every man aboard was rock-hard. Meanwhile, my wife was passed relentlessly from lap to lap, kissed and sucked, hard cocks fondled through shorts.
When the captain challenged me, “Want a go on the skis? Show us what you got,” I geared up, determined. To my surprise, I was up on the first try, gliding behind the boat. I spotted my wife on her knees beside the captain; suddenly, the boat jerked and swerved aggressively. I fought to keep balance, witnessing a man thrusting into her as she pleasured the captain. Suddenly, I lost grip on the rope and plunged into the water, the boat speeding away.
Alone and cold, I treaded water for what felt like hours, watching the boat circle back. When they returned, I swam over. The captain smirked, “Sorry, got a little distracted. Hehe.” Boarding the boat, I saw my wife straddling a man reverse cowgirl style while another fed her cock. The ride back was a blur of men taking turns inside her and down her throat.
Back on the houseboat, while some grilled burgers and others relaxed, my wife and I slipped into the water for a swim. Mid-paddle, a man stepped aside to pee and beckoned me over. “Hey cuck, catch.” Warm urine splattered across my head. “Damn, he’s really taking it! Open up, bitch!” I complied, swallowing the mixture of pee and lake water. “What a slut,” they mocked. My wife kissed my cheek gently. “You’re becoming such a good cuckold, honey. I love you.” She remained naked, flushed, cum dried in her hair, devouring her burger ravenously.
After sharing a bite, I noticed an odd taste and found white residue on the meat—one man laughed, “Oh shit, you found it? I came on your burger. No seconds for you. Eat up, cuck. That’s the only way you’ll get my cum—either in your mouth or your wife’s pussy. Not a chance you touch my cock.” Another chuckled, “Oh man, we broke him. What else can we make this fag do?”
That afternoon, the men delighted in tormenting me when not fucking my wife—mixing pee into my drinks, making me suck her toes while they ravaged her, even one guy insisting I eat his ass as she blew him. I complied eagerly. At one point, as she lay on the table dripping cum, a man grabbed my beer bottle and pushed it inside her. She screamed, then moaned as he pounded the bottle’s neck, smearing her fluids and pumping her clit. Reaching orgasm, she collapsed against him as he pulled her into a deep kiss, his cum flooding her womb. The other man finished by creaming ropes into her ass.
They lingered inside her, basking in the tightness as the captain slid behind me, lubricated my ass with spit, and slowly entered. Pain exploded as he pushed in, making me cry out into the pillow. Another young man joined, claiming his prize for lasting longest on the skis, penetrating my ass from behind. Meanwhile, my wife rode her pussy-filling partner cowgirl while being double-penetrated, moaning deeply as they pounded her relentlessly. One choked her gently while the other cupped her breasts, pulling her closer. Their cock heads slammed full strokes, their rhythm fierce and unrelenting. She gasped before screaming into the climax, grinding hard as pleasure overtook her. Collapsing atop the man inside her, he kissed her passionately, shooting deep inside. The other unloaded inside her ass in a final release.
The captain gave a harsh final thrust inside me, releasing deep. A fourth man came over, shooting across my face and beard. “Fuck, that ass is as good as any woman’s,” he praised. The men withdrew, letting their cum leak out of my wife’s abused body. The ski winner packed up, followed by the captain and the facial giver. She remained atop the man who did her pussy, his hands caressing her. “I’m staying here tonight. Cuck, find somewhere else to sleep.”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured, gathering clothes and leaving them entwined. Descending for water, I found an older man stroking his cock on the bed. “You were loud—got me all worked up.” I swallowed nervously. “You gonna stand there or help me out?”
That night, wrapped in blankets beneath the chilly air, I pondered the day’s debauchery. Despite the humiliation and torment, the bond between my wife and me blossomed in new, twisted ways. And I awaited eagerly the adventures the next day would bring.