Following an exhilarating pool party, our encounters with Dave and Ashley had become a delicious pastime—sometimes swinging, other times Ashley and I simply watched Dave and my wife explore their passions. When Dave invited us for a weekend on a houseboat owned by one of his friends, excitement tingled beneath my skin. The plan was to meet there with Dave, Ashley, possibly Colton, and a few of Dave’s buddies.
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The day finally arrived, and we met Dave at the marina. To my surprise, he was alone.
“Where’s Ashley?” I asked.
“She’s tied up with church duties,” Dave replied casually.
“So it’s just a bunch of men and my wife?” The thought made my wife’s nipples harden sharply against her tiny bikini top.
“Yeah, looks that way,” Dave admitted, barely able to conceal a mischievous grin.
A friend of Dave’s arrived on a ski boat to ferry us out to the houseboat, moored in a secluded cove. Five men lounged around a table, each one about six drinks in, their skin kissed by the sun. Colton was nowhere in sight either. Dave’s friend announced loudly, “Entertainment has arrived!” as he tied us off, prompting the men to raise their beers in a raucous cheer.
“Entertainment?” I echoed, glancing at Dave.
Dave shrugged. “Well, I may have let it slip during a poker night about what we’ve been up to—showed some pictures, and, well, these guys wanted a chance to join in. You’re okay with that, right?”
I scanned the group: a few older men, likely retired cops from their bearing, and three younger ones, who I later learned were still active duty. Uncertainty flickered inside me.
“I… I don’t know.” I looked at my wife, catching the spark of excitement in her eyes—she was practically begging me silently to agree. “Do I really have a choice?”
Dave’s hand rested firmly on my shoulder. “Option A: you hand your wife over, and we all have an unforgettable time. Option B: you both swim back to the marina.” His gaze locked on mine, silencing the group.
Then Dave chuckled deeply, giving my arm a hearty smack. “Just messing with you, man! If you’re not comfortable, that’s cool. But I could tell your sexy little wife’s been shifting around ever since she realized she’d be alone with eight men. So, what do you say, honey? Think you can handle us all?”
My wife’s eyes met mine, daring and bold. With deliberate grace, she untied her bikini top, revealing her flawless breasts to the cheering men. She slipped off her bottoms, exposing herself entirely, standing naked and radiant before six eager strangers. I’d seen her nude countless times, yet the way these men admired her amplified my own desire.
She climbed onto the table, shaking her hips in a captivating twerk that drew every gaze to her toned ass. Then she stretched out across the table, arms spread, and purred, “Lunch is served.”
The men rose as one, hands roaming over her body—squeezing, teasing, exploring her wet depths. Soon a man shed his shorts, pressing his thick cock into her mouth. One by one, the others followed, surrounding her as she took turns pleasuring two at once. A whispered moan caught my attention—a man was worshipping her feet, kissing and sucking her toes.
Dave and I reclined nearby, watching the scene unfold. Dave pulled out and stroked himself as he marveled at my wife’s tantalizing vulnerability. Catching my glance, he slid my hand over his hard length. I eagerly took over, feeling him pulse as I stroked. Lowering myself between his legs, I sank onto his cock, savoring his warm, slick precum sliding down my throat.
Meanwhile, the men’s hands guided my wife off the table and inside the house. As they moved, their sudden silence broke with startled cries.
“What the hell? Dave! Since when are you into guys?” one friend exclaimed, shocked.
“Not gay,” Dave said firmly. “But this guy can suck a golf ball through a straw—might just be as good as his wife.”
“No way,” another snarled in disgust.
“Suit yourself,” Dave shrugged. “But you’re not all fucking her simultaneously—that bitch’s just as good as her.” His demeaning words sent a thrill racing through me.
“Fuck it, I’ll try. Two more holes won’t kill me,” one adventurous younger man grinned.
Inside, my wife was sprawled across the bed, head hanging back as two men took turns inside her mouth and pussy. Kneeling before Dave, I watched as his bold friend stepped up and offered me his uncut, dripping cock. I greedily wrapped my tongue around the frenulum, tasting his salty arousal. They took turns plunging into my mouth, shifting their positions as others rearranged my wife: she rode one, sucked another, while a third readied to claim her ass.
Catching my breath, I observed the wild scene: my wife, arms pinned back, trying in vain to resist the intruding cock between her cheeks, screaming around the cock in her mouth. A rhythm quickly emerged, pulses moving in and out as the man in her throat flooded her with his scorching release, only to be replaced swiftly.
My focus returned to the cocks before me. Dave reclaimed his place in my mouth, while the younger man stroked alongside. Dave drove deep, picking up pace until he pulsed, then eased back, resting his length on my tongue as he spilled ropes of seed. The younger man pressed forward, pushing my nose into his pubic hair as he climaxed deep down my throat. Moans and whimpers filled the room as two more men came nearby. Slowly withdrawing, the young man handed over his still-hard cock.
Looking toward my wife, she lay sprawled on the bed, cum glistening on her nipples, dripping from both her pussy and ass. One by one, the men dressed, declaring they were heading for a swim and inviting us to join when ready. I collapsed beside my wife, gently running my fingers through her hair as she absently fingered her sore, overstimulated hole.
“That was quite the welcome,” she whispered with a breathy laugh.
“Are you alright, honey?” I asked.
“Yeah, that was incredible. What about you?”
“I wanted to watch more, but Dave and his friend were keeping me busy,” I admitted with a grin.
“Oh, there will be plenty more chances. We’ve only just arrived, and we’re staying until tomorrow evening, right?”
“I wouldn’t mind staying the whole week if they let us,” I said eagerly.
“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.” She scooped a dollop of cum from her nipple and tasted it. “Honey, they really messed me up—won’t you kiss my pussy and make it all better?”
“Would I be a good husband if I didn’t?” I chuckled.
“No, and I’d be an even worse cuck. Get to work, baby.”
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