Journey to Another Life Ch. 12

There were still demons in him, he realized. Little gremlins that craved sex with Nikki however and whenever it was available, but that still demanded answers and explanations about why. He was done with those demons, he thought with thrusts that made her tits slam up toward her face. Asking questions that couldn't be answered was the best way to stay mired in darkness. And he was through with that.

"But his dick, Ed! It's the thing I just can't get enough of. I see it and I want it inside me all the time. No hole is off limits!"

He was close to coming but her words pushed him to new actions, so he pulled out, put his hands on the backs of her thighs, and nudged them upward. She anticipated his next move.

"No, not there."

"But..." He stopped himself.

"That's the slut hole,at the moment" she explained. "My big black stud can fill that but not my loving husband. I want you there my love but please not on this trip"

He looked at her, questioning somehow not fully comprehending.

"I have to have some lines for this fantasy," she said. "Otherwise, I might lose myself. After this trip its all yours whenever you want it but while we are here I have to keep things straight in my head darling."

It made sense to him actually. On some level, he'd always known that she was reserving parts of herself for him and parts for lovers, but hearing her say it clarified and cemented his suspicions. And the reason she gave actually complimented him. It wasn't that she didn't want him there but rather she didn't want to confuse her lust for Charles with her love for him.

And so he returned to her pussy, which had grown hotter and wetter even in the moments he'd been out. She squeezed her cunt muscles and it was as if her hands were jerking him off last night again.

"Did you like it when Charles pissed on his little slut,?" she smiled "Your going to have to be ready to treat me like that after this as well." He pumped into her like a man possessed the image of her promise burnt into his brain.

She had a knack for choosing the words that would launch his next orgasm instantly. He let go of his load straight into her pussy, filling her as completely as he imagined Charles might. The way the walls of her cunt spasmed and grabbed him, he knew she was probably entertaining her own erotic fantasies.

He showered her with kisses, lingering on her perky nipples and delicate belly button. His fingers caressed every smooth curve of her hips, thighs, and calves. And he lavished attention on even her tiniest toes.

There was no part of her that he didn't cherish and wanted to prove it to her every day.

They held each other for a lovely quiet interlude. They lay so still that their heartbeats and the gentle rocking of the ocean were the only sounds and movements they were aware of. Finally, he felt relaxed. At peace.

Because of a ship to shore phone call he needed to make, he arrived on deck for breakfast about thirty minutes after she did. She had put that half-hour to exceptional use—he found her in her bikini, face buried between Charles's ass cheeks. Charles, it would appear, had found a whole new way to serve breakfast—he'd put himself on the menu.

"Good morning, Ed," the black man greeted him. No shame or embarrassment showed on his face, even though his Bermuda shorts sat around his ankles and behemoth of a cock swung threateningly from between his legs.

Nikki moved away briefly from the man's ass. "Oh! Hi, sweetie. I hope you don't mind—I couldn't wait for you."

"Oh, it's quite all right. We all take nourishment in our own way," he chuckled. The truth was, however, that so soon after their own wonderful sexual exchange that morning, he was a little disappointed to find that she needed Charles for additional satisfaction. He tried to remember how he'd felt earlier that morning, how ready he was to accept that they'd crossed into a world of adult behavior heretofore unknown to him. He wasn't jealous of Charles, exactly. Or was he? What was this feeling?

He poured himself some coffee as Nikki resumed her licking of Charles's asshole. "Watch me lick his ass, baby," she urged. Ed wasn't quite in the mood to see Charles's private in the bright light of morning, but if Nikki was, he could probably be convinced to join in somehow. Still, it felt undeniably odd to add cream and sugar to his coffee amid slurping and groaning from his wife. He settled himself into a deck chair and dedicated himself to getting into the moment.

To his surprise, it didn't take long at all before his cock was as rigid as it had been only an hour before. He stroked himself without a shred of self-consciousness.

He saw her delve into the man's asshole like a woman possessed. As she spread his cheeks apart, she delivered wide, wet licks that not only covered the hole but also matted the hair around it. Repulsive and alluring, it was not a scene Ed could look away from for more than a few seconds at a time.

Charles prodigious dick had swelled to full size now. And Nikki would know because she had reached between his legs to check. The check had turned into a full-on jerk-off and within minutes, she withdrew from his ass and asked him to sit in the chair across from Ed. He did. She then promptly impaled her anus on his flesh pipe, riding it with an abandon so intense, so extreme, Ed didn't even attempt to get involved. Her drive was single-minded and hungry, and as the black man filled her forbidden passage, pushing her into that zone that she'd described to Ed that morning, he watched her slip into the place where no man—neither Ed nor Charles—was part of her conscious mind.

Her eyes widened and glazed. Charles thrust up into her. She rode him, using her strong, shapely thighs to control the speed. Ed wondered just where she found the space to put all of the black man's cock, but then decided he didn't care. It was too damn sexy to watch so much of it disappear in her ass.

"Tell me you love it, honey. Tell me you like to see your wife getting stuffed by the biggest, blackest cock you ever saw!"

Ed could not say those words. He didn't think he needed to say those words. Thankfully, the question became moot as she quivered and quaked with an orgasm so severe, Charles had to hold her by the waist to keep her from toppling. Because she'd stolen the show, nobody noticed until after the fact that Charles had shot a sizeable load of come into her. It wasn't until it started to seep out of her and down her thighs that Ed realized what had happened. It was a surprising sight, but he knew Nikki was smart enough to use caution around such things.

Also to his surprise, she rose from his dick and didn't immediately desire a shower. Instead, she joined Ed at the table, pouring herself a cup of coffee and tilting her face toward the sun as if she were planning to stay a while. And stay she did.

During the next two days, Ed learned how truly insatiable his wife was. Because time was so precious during these remaining few days of their honeymoon, Nikki seemed determined to utilize every waking moment by having sex with either him or Charles. When he thought she was napping or showering, she was off screwing Charles—taking it up the ass, drinking his piss, making a spectacle of herself off the side of the boat while the black man fucked her from behind. Ed didn't mind any of it, but the sheer frequency of it fascinated him. Her attentions towards him alos reached a fever pitch he honestly thought she might kill him at one stage after a particularly torrid session.

One afternoon, he'd gone swimming and upon returning to the boat, found Nikki giving Charles a blowjob so thorough, the black man actually convulsed when he came.

And then there was the time that Ed returned from another phone call to discover them going at it in the cockpit.

Each beverage Charles consumed, Ed couldn't help but think about how likely it would be to become the next golden shower that Nikki demanded.

She usually got him to join in by whatever means were available or appropriate for him, but sometimes, he tried to figure out where she got her energy. Three and four liaisons a day would be enough to exhaust anyone, wouldn't it? By the end of the second day of this sexual marathon, even Charles was looking a little haggard. Happy—but haggard.

When he wasn't watching her latest escapade, Ed pictured what life might have been like had Nikki met Charles on their home turf. Would she have exercised more caution? Contented herself with less sex? Been this free with body? No he decided she wouldn't have. The boat and the potent tropical sun, he felt certain, were vital ingredients in this sexual cocktail.

At no time did he suspect that Nikki intended or even desired to bring Charles home with them when the honeymoon was over. He knew he wasn't that open-minded but it seemed she wasn't either.

But the question about if there would be others when they got home preyed upon him and it became clear that he was going to have to ask it sooner rather than later. He'd wait for the right moment, of course, he was fearful of the answer. What if she wanted more of strange cock than this fantasy on their honeymoon would allow? Could Ed adjust to a daily life of a living with a slut wife?

The tropical sun is working on you, too, buddy, he scolded himself. Even if Nikki wanted to take lovers when at home, She must know Ed might have something to say about it! Ed had a life and a important business there and what might be fine for him in the Caribbean—he wouldn't be likely to accept that at home. He thought about Charles but remembered he'd been through this kind of shipboard romance thing before, he'd said, so he was no stranger to parting and good-byes.

Nevertheless, as they prepared to celebrate their last day at sea, Ed made a note to find out Nikki's intentions for the future.

All was quiet on the boat. Nikki had risen at a reasonable hour and although no sex had yet christened the day, the deck was devoid of tension. The sea's calm was reflected in the ship's crew and passengers.

Nobody wanted to talk about how they'd be back in St. Martin the next day.

Charles had slipped off to the galley to clean up after a delicious breakfast of mangú—a green plantain puree with fried eggs. Nikki had requested that he make something typical of a Caribbean breakfast. "And not something rich people eat. Show us what regular people have for breakfast!" she'd instructed. Ed felt sure she'd had that sort of pedestrian fare at one restaurant or another during the honeymoon, but perhaps not. Or maybe she'd just wanted to make a request of Charles, since their time together was rapidly dwindling to a close. Either way, the breakfast—which Charles served with carrots and ginger for an especially remarkable flavor—had been a hit and now Nikki lay on her back, sunbathing and relaxing. Ed was doing his best to devote his attention to sailing the boat.

Ed couldn't be sure what was going through Nikki's head, but in addition to relaxing, he was also reflecting on the honeymoon and what an incredible emotional journey it had been. As he looked over at his wife, he smiled to himself. She was and probably would always be the most exciting woman he'd ever known. And now that he had memories of her doing all sorts of unspeakably nasty things with other men, she had become—more than ever—the center of his erotic universe.

He watched as her breasts rose and fell in the famous white bikini as she breathed softly under the sun's soothing rays. He let his eyes linger over her taut tummy and smooth, tanned legs. Her skin color had darkened several shades over the course of the honeymoon, adding to her delectable allure.

"Why not take a picture? It lasts longer," she said quietly, not even turning her head.

He hadn't been able to see her eyes because of her sunglasses but obviously, she'd been watching him, too. They both laughed.

"I'm just admiring my beautiful wife," he said, grinning and not really caring whether she noticed that he was hard. It felt so damn good to be with her and know that he could feast his eyes on her whenever he wanted.

She turned her head toward him and smiled. "I'm glad you like what you see."

"As always."

"I'm pretty happy with my prize, too."

He smiled. "I see a cozy little bay coming up. What do you say the three of us dock there for lunch?"

"Sounds great! Are there places to eat or should Charles prepare something?"

"It looks pretty deserted from here. I'll go ask Charles to put a basket together. Any requests?" he asked, making reference to her breakfast challenge.

She smirked sheepishly. "No, smartie. No requests. At least, not where food is concerned."

He chortled as he got to his feet. "I'm sure we'll be hearing about those later."

"You better believe you will!" she called after him, laughing.

Even by noon, the heat hadn't reached sweltering temperatures. As the threesome rode ashore to yet another blissfully uninhabited island, Nikki sighed.

"You okay?" Ed asked.

"I'm so okay, I think I must be dreaming," she replied. "What a heavenly day!"

While Charles began to set up their lunch, Nikki pulled Ed aside. "Let's take a quick walk," she suggested.

When they were well out of Charles's earshot, she took Ed's arm and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm happier than any man ought to be. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought I'd check in on you. Are you still happy with how things are going?"

He liked it when she was earnest and inquisitive. It gave her face a disarmingly innocent quality.

"Overall, yes, I'm happy. This has been the most incredible two weeks of my life."

"Good. Me, too." She took his hands and kissed his mouth with a passionate peck.

"I think I've even reconciled myself to the slut."

She furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're just so different with other men. Sometimes it still bothers me that you'll do things with Charles that you won't do with me, but then I remember why you do it, and I feel better."

She paused and searched his face. "I'm a slut for you and for me. But when we're alone together, the slut isn't as necessary when we are here. I put her away. But she will come out when we are at home again. For you darling."

"Yes," he said, reassured as always to hear her justify and explain her behavior as well as her love for him. "I understand that now. But I have to ask you something."

"Anything."

"Did you get what you wanted? Did you realize the fantasy you had?"

"I got my big black stud, so yes, I think I did!" She laughed, knowing that she owed Ed more than such a glib response. "Well, my fantasy had two parts. I wanted to have the biggest, blackest cock on earth, and I wanted you to get off on seeing me have it. I know I accomplished the first part, so I have to ask you now if you got what you wanted. And whether you're sorry you ever wanted it."

"I got what I wanted, and that's something, considering how I didn't really know what I wanted for a while, there. Once I stopped fighting it all, I enjoyed it more. I've got tapes in my head now that will keep me aroused for decades."

She giggled. "Well, that makes two of us!" She kissed him again, this time giving him a bear hug at the same time. "What I'm going to say may surprise you."

"I wonder if that's possible at this point."

She dismissed him with a cluck of her tongue and rolled her eyes. "When we get home, I'm not expecting to continue this lifestyle. This little adventure is a one-time only thing, as far as I'm concerned. I plan on being monogamous and putting my slut behavior behind me."

"Are you sure, I wanted to ask you about that?"

"Finding Charles was a once-in-a-lifetime situation. Nothing could top it, so why try? Anyway, I don't want to make a habit of it, you know? It won't be special if we do."

He nodded. "I can't say I'm not relieved to hear you say that. To be honest, I was going to tell you the same thing!"

She laughed. "So once we get back home, our love life will consist of each other, right?"

"Right."

"Because that's what we really want."

"Yes."

"Whew! That was easy." She took his arm to head back to where Charles and his picnic basket waited. "I don't think I've ever been closer to you. I don't even know if I ever knew it was possible to be this close to someone."

"I know. I feel the same way," he assured her.

Lunch was yet another incredible repast, and the atmosphere among the trio was subdued but still warm and affectionate. They laid back on the blanket after they ate, and Ed got the distinct impression that both he and Charles awaited some signal from Nikki about what was to come next. Ed felt something was in the air, and it didn't take long for his suspicions to be validated.

She sat up on her elbows and parted her thighs. She wore a short skirt and bikini top, and judging by the way Charles fought against staring at the view between her legs, Ed felt certain she wore no panties.

"You know," she said slowly to both men, "just because this is a shipboard romance doesn't mean we have to confine our activities to the ship. Does it?" She looked from one man to the other, both of whom shook their heads in ready concurrence.

"And just because I've had lunch doesn't mean I don't want to eat some thick, cocks."

A strange expression of relief and hunger spread across Charles's face, who sat on the backs of his heels. Ed wondered whether Charles had been thinking that the good times were over, since Nikki had waited until well after noon for the day's romp with him.

"Sorry, darling, but I might need to make the most of Charles while I still have him," she said, winking.

"It's your honeymoon, sweetheart," Ed told her, smiling at both her and Charles. "It should be full of as much sex as you can handle."

"Which is quite a lot," Charles added, unzipping his white shorts. It took several moments for the full length of his hard-on to unfurl from the small opening, but when it was finally out, Nikki sighed again.

"Oh, God help me, but that thing makes my mouth water."

It was indeed a striking sight—the black cock against the white shorts made it look even bigger than it was. The Stewarts stared at it: Nikki with desire, Ed with respect.

In an instant, Nikki was on her hands and knees, running her tongue all over the ebony monster. The thick meat bobbed and swayed under Nikki's attentions, and the way Charles thrust his hips out slightly, Ed could tell that he adored being her focus. Ed watched while she drew crazy designs all over the black tip with her tongue, and how the man moved his hips as if he were already fucking the object of his desire.

She tugged down his shorts while she fellated him, yanking with so much vigor that Charles wobbled slightly. But the sudden movement didn't stop him from rubbing the top of her head with his big hand, pushing her face down and down, closer to his sac. Nikki opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could and forced the dark snake down her gullet, but Ed was secretly pleased to see that she could only take about three-quarters of it. He liked the idea that she got more than she bargained for with Charles.

Once his balls were exposed, however, one of her hands went to them and started to hold and knead them. The man's nuts were larger than his fist. And they were tight, high, and swollen—cooking up the come that would soon be enjoyed by Nikki.

She pulled the cock from her mouth and helped him out of his shorts completely. She then immediately positioned herself on her back, with her face underneath Charles's balls. She reached around, grabbed his ass, and proceeded to lick his sac with big, wide laps. Most of her face was obscured by the mass of the black man's balls, but Ed heard the wet licks, even over the sound of the surf.