A simple case of mistaken identity (closed for HelenUK44)

[HelenUK44]

After her previous day's performance on stage Helen didn't think she was in any position other than to accede to Corto's request. Martine was a beautiful woman who her husband had already had the pleasure of fucking. His incursion into her anal passage was though in the strained circumstances of watching her, his wife, group fucked. He deserved to have Martine in more relaxed circumstances. As well as her words, Martine's body language had very much given the game away, she had the hots for Corto and Helen couldn't blame her. After all she had married him and new the quality of man that he was.

Helen couldn't recall ever seeing such large and firm boobs on such an attractive lady. She feared for her as she aged but right now she was in the prime of life and very desirable. Martine's words were very welcome and it was clear that she was making a play for both of them. Helen realised this was also the act of an experienced practical woman, win over the lady and she could have the man, very much have him. Helen had no complaint with this, they were grown adults and there was no jealousy on her part. Their sex lives were developing and the cruise was only for a matter of days. Far better to have loved and all that............ Helen could use the evidence in their future roleplay and benefit from Corto's erection. She also didn't doubt though that Corto would be wary and ensure that he spread his attentions around. This would likely be a once in a lifetime opportunity for him, she doubted they would come on the cruise again, the surprise element and the level of excitement would be missing.

Helen made eyes at Martine as her husband made the offer. 'Of course I would love her to cum' were natural words and their double meaning was not lost as everybody gave a smile. Helen could not take her eyes off the lady's body as they walked back to the cabin and once inside moved her arms to the lady's body. Her feel of breast flesh brought excitement and her tongue moved smoothly into Martine's mouth. Yes she fancied her and hopefully displayed the lust she had for the beauty. Helen stood back though for her husband Corto and watched him as she pleasured her body. It seemed that yesterday's activities had done nothing to dampen her sexual desire as her hand teased her clitoris. She was only preparing herself for she knew Corto and expected a wish from him for her to join the action.

 

[KingCorto]

Helen’s hands went greedily to Martine’s body as soon as they entered the cabin, Martine pulling the sipper of her jacket all the way down, let her big tits spill out, and soon Corto’s wife’s hands were all over them, savouring them, as the two women’s lips met and interlocked in a deep, passionate kiss. Circling them, Corto wasted no time, unbuttoning and dropping his pants to his feet and stepping out of them, pulling his small boxer after, and lifting his cock out, pulling back on it as he observed the two curvy and delicious women curl around one another, tits squeezing together firmly.

Then Helen released their prey, and took a step backward, swerving Martine on her heal, facing her towards Corto, who smiled at her, holding his throbbing erection in a firm grasp. The woman bit her lower lip, stepped towards him, and eagerly let her hand glide down his shaft to replace him. Her palm and fingers pulsed playfully around it, as she very slowly slid her hand up and down along its girth.

“I’ll never forget this one,” she started, looking down at his swollen red head, “not in my mind, and not in my ass, it’s one of the best ones, sir!”

Corto nodded and grinned at her, drew her closer to him and let one hand slide around her full waist, in between her legs under her skirt, the other find one of her huge tits, press firmly up on it. She yelped as his finger penetrated her already running wet pantyless pussy, lingered just inside her, and as his fingers pinched carefully on her stiffening nipple, he leant down and kissed her deeply, his tongue circling hers, right where Helen had just been.

Corto closed his eyes and tasted her sweetness, rhythmically swayed back and forth slowly meeting her so far gentle strokes up and down his cock. When they opened his finger was deep inside her pussy and she was rolling herself down on it. And behind them, Helen was watching, pleasuring herself, waiting for the inevitable call to action that would eventually come from Corto – He knew her would have them both before it was done and over, and so did she, of that, he was sure.

It wouldn’t be right away, though, he thought. First, he wanted to get to feel more of Martine alone, and Helen looked fine with that, really fine, actually, as she was twitching down on her hand between her thighs, aroused.

Breaking from their kiss, looking down at her, Corto smiled at Martine, “I have other ideas for where you might like it.” He said, then, gently pulling his finger back out of her pussy, resulting in another yelp and shiver from Martine, and then he gently but insistently pushed her down on her knees before him, and she instinctively opened her mouth and let his shaft glide in between her lips.

Corto leant back with his hands on his hips and his hips pushed forward, cherished how Martine sucked his cock deep into her mouth, using long, slow strokes, letting her tongue lap up along the length of his shaft. He looked at Helen, pleasing herself while watching, he bit his lip and steadied himself as Martine increased the pace, started to bob up and down on him.

Then he stopped her in motion, held her, he had been about to unload into her, but had been just in time. Corto pulled out with a winch, held his cock between two fingers, took a couple of deep breaths, then looked back at her with a moan, “Mmmm…” he started, then, parting her big tits, he lay his shaft in between them and pushed them together around it. “Any man’s dream,” he moaned as he started to wiggle his hips up and down, his cock sliding into her cleavage, the head emerging on top, “now show me how those deliciously huge melons are good for titfucking, hottie!”

 

[HelenUK44]

Martine saw something different in Corto and Helen. They were far from the usual type of couple on the boat and yet Helen went on stage and took cock from the group of practised well hung swingers. That took guts and she was beautiful with it. She was a real catch for the guy Corto and the extent of her obvious concern for Corto and his love for her made them a wonderful couple. Martine could see that and she was envious, jealous even. Although older she saw herself as beautiful with lovely very large breasts and a nice round bum. She just wanted to be like Helen, to have a guy who would look after her.

There was a great time to be had with her friends in the Boob Squad. She enjoyed it thoroughly for what it was but she saw herself as a bit above that and she knew for certain that the other two had far more kinks and perverse tastes than her. Thus she was more than happy to spend time with the loving couple and get as much action from them as she could. She knew time was limited on the boat but she did harbour the hope that maybe there could be something between them after. She knew that was likely to be a pipedream though for cruise after cruise she had that hope and it just did not materialise.

Thus it was a very willing Martine which entered the room of Corto and Helen. In fact she felt rather proud to have been given the invite. It was a grand gesture from Corto since he had already sampled her anal delights.

It was wonderful to have that body of Helen approach her and become intimate. Martine just couldn't forget how it was just a few hours earlier than the body in her arms had been rammed by cock after cock until it was left writhing in ecstasy, only for the process to restart in a new position with a new guy. Holding such a well worked, seasoned and beautiful body in her arms was like a fantasy come true. She felt that Helen was was meaning to tell her something, she didn't know what and she didn't really care, Right now she just wanted to enjoy the moment.

In the course of their connection Martine spoke to her and made a promise 'look Helen, you are really sexy and beautiful. I can get you some really quality modelling work back home, not hard core, not unless you wanted it but well paid professional stuff. You are good enough to do that I am sure. You give it some thought and let me know before we get off the boat.'

Helen listened intently and promised 'yes of course I will and it is so kind of you to think of me in that way'

A deep penetrating kiss followed before Martine and Helen relaxed from each other and Corto moved forward to Martine's body. Martine knew that she would not be getting anything like she really wanted but would be happy to pleasure the handsome Corto in any way he wished. She used the word 'sir' and told Corto that she was prepared to be dutiful. She responded to his fingers, she sucked his cock nicely and started to use her breasts on him all the while being watched by his wife. Martine enjoyed that, she always had, she enjoyed being watched and it had really benefit her throughout her career. The thought of men having hard cocks and stroking them and cumming all the while watching her was an incredible turn on for her.

Martine held her breasts for him, teased the nipples and then rolled the huge extent of breast flesh all around Corto's cock. There was nowhere for the cock to escape to and there was no relief for Corto for the pleasure on his cock that the lady's soft flesh gave. She well knew how to quickly get a guy's cum shooting from his balls by the use of her bosom. She had used that act in her very first sexual experiences and she had got expert over time, particularly as he tits grew. She also knew how to use filthy chat to bring a cock and its balls to overflowing.

Martine was in no hurry with Corto though. She looked at his face and knew that she was now in control and that he would be doing all he could not to come. She smirked a little and was so much encouraged by Helen watching in the room. She could tell from the squelches from between that lady's thighs, her and Corto were a turn on act.

Martine could sense that feelings were moving in Corto's body. She did not want to disturb his thought and challenges and indeed his pleasure. She just quietly asked

'would sir like a nice quick fuck of my pussy before he comes or is he content with my breasts?'

The offer had been made, Corto now just had the decision to make.

Helen took the opportunity to move closer. She was near to Martine and gently caressed the lady's back, thinking what a weight it had to carry in front. Helen spoke for them both before she said 'thank you for this' as she took both her own breasts in her hands and fondled them in front of Corto. He now had two pairs of tits in front of him and the decision to make as to whether he wished for some pussy before he finally shot his spunk.

 

[KingCorto]

Just before his vision was engulfed by Helen’s pair of big, bouncy tits, Corto caught a glance out the terrace glass doors. He saw land, they were entering a bay, and in its end lay what looked to be a quaint stone house village engulfed in lush woods on the hills around. It seemed they were approaching landfall. Corto looked forward to exploring the place with Helen, get some firm ground under their feet, so to speak. Not that that was likely to change anything of the experience from the boat if he was to take the announcers words at face value.

He leant back as Helen appeared behind Martine, caressing her back lovingly while their new friend pressed her breasts firmly together around Corto’s cock, tit fucked it vigorously, curving back into Helen’s hands, purring like a kitten.

Corto bent forward again, found his wife’s tits with his hand, pressed them together too, cherishing her goddessly cleavage, he kissed them, licked them, swirled his tongue around her nips, moving from one to the other, while he felt Martine grasp around his balls, give them a good squeeze as her tongue lashed out as his cock head when it emerged from between her tits.

I won’t be able to hold much longer, Corto thought, sweat dripping from his forehead and down on Martine’s skin, biting his lips hard, moaning while looking Helen in the eyes, standing above Martine looking horny and hazed. Taking Helen by her hips, Corto moved her to the side and next to Martine, motioned her down to her knees in front of him next to the other, who grinned and giggled, gave Helen a big deep kiss as their faces came level, all while bobbing hard up and down to stroke Corto’s cock.

“Not this morning, Martine, I think I will focus on all those wonderful tits for now, and leave your pussy for the next time… All good things come in threes, isn’t that so?”

And then he pulled back from her, and pivoted towards Helen, who sat ready, her tits in her hands, and a big smile on her lips. Corto’s one hand rested on Martine’s tit, massaging the huge melon, while his other went around Helen’s neck. He pulled her closer, and, like he had with Martine a moment ago, he let his thick and long shaft slide into Helen’s mouth, slowly, carefully, let her taste and suckle on him, before, also like a moment ago, he had to pull out. His cock was throbbing hard, and there was a drop of precum on the tip of it, which he let Martine lick off, before he lay his shaft in between Helen’s tits, smaller than Martine’s but still fully covering him, and he started to tit fuck his wife, who yelped with joy as she bumped up and down on him, Martine’s hand still around his balls, pumping rhythmically on them.

Corto growled deeply as he felt his cannon load in is crotch and the veins in his penis pulse like hoses. There was no turning back. Corto pulled back from Helen’s tits, his cock leapt up and bounced before the women’s faces, and then he unloaded, sprayed they down in big load after another big load, splattering their faces and hair, and splashing all over their tits as they pressed them up and together on their knees before him.

He staggered back, and sat on the edge of the bed, laughing out loud with his limping cock in his hand. “Thank you, ladies! I doubt if any man in history has had a tittyfuck as good as this one! Next time I will stick it in your pussy, Martine!”

The boat seemed to be stopping, and sure enough, a second later there was the sound of chains as the anchors lowered.

“I think it’s just time for a nice shower, and then head ashore for a bit of exploring, don’t you think?” Corto said to his wife, looking at her with stars in his eyes.

 

[HelenUK44]

Martine felt acute disappointment when Corto turned down the offer of her pussy. Deep down it felt like a rejection and although Corto referred to a 'next time' she knew that there were plenty of other attractions on the boat for him. She began to wonder what she could have done better for she saw this as her big opportunity which had passed. Of course she didn't outwardly show it, well not much she thought, but it was as if Helen could read her mind for as the cum spurted so did their mouths lock and their tongues engage. it was lengthy and it was passionate with arms and hands caressing. Their bodies were positioned in such a way it was obvious that they wished to become lovers. They knew that was not for now though and Martine appreciated that it was time to go back to her own cabin with her thoughts.

'Bye you two' she said as she left the cabin to make the journey back to her own to join the others and any other guests they might be entertaining. She was sure they would be hitting the shore. Whilst they became part of the furniture on the boat, on land such mature beauties with eye catching bosoms were not short of attention and company. That was a drug for them and one of the things they lived for. They were not going to miss out.

As to Helen and Corto, Martine's departure gave them some breathing space and they were able to prepare for the shore visit and actually act more normally. It was the first time for a good little while that the main subject was not to be sex. It made a nice change, not they were yet burnt out, that might come later. It provided a chance for them to refresh and chat about other life issue

Helen dressed more conservatively as a mark of respect for those ashore and she found others on board were doing the same. It was really a nice touch and she thought that it was probably a condition of carriage that when ashore one merged in with the locals and did not engage in leud and unwanted practises. That all made sense for the boat seemed to be large floating entity of copulation. Helen would never believe that something like this could ever happen in reality but how wrong she was. She wondered just who she had to thank for the massive misunderstanding which had provided them with the trip of a lifetime.

There was the usual wait to go through procedures for embarkation during which time Helen kept her eyes and wits about her. It also helped pass the time to people watch. She was working out who she recognised and who were strangers. A couple of the guys who had fucked her on staged were with their partners and in groups. She felt she got a little smile of recognition from them but she could have even been imagining that. It seemed back in a ‘normal every day environment’ what had gone on before had been compartmentalised and left behind. That was something for her and Corto to appreciate, that it had just been hard core sex although in truth it seemed they had already grasped that.

So it was in good humour and very much together, that Helen and Corto hit shore. They were in love, held hands and looked in gift shops and attractions for the tourists. Helen’s eyes remained open though and she kept her wits about her. She knew that they had to be vigilant for pick pockets and thieves. Tourists and wealthy ones at that were always seen to be fair game by the locals.

As they took coffee at a local café Helen’s attention was drawn to a couple. One was a mature guy in his 50s who was certainly good looking and well-dressed but the interesting thing was that he was accompanied by a very pretty young girl who Helen put in her early 20s. They did not seem local and Helen had not seen them on the boat. She spoke to Corto

‘the couple to your right, they’re not from the boat and they don’t appear local. They look a bit lost and in need. Shall we offer our help, maybe we can do something for them?’

Normally Helen would have just mused over the situation and her thoughts would have moved on. However what she had enjoyed on the boat had made her far more confident and keen to project herself forward. She had also noted that the older guy had been giving her some attention with his eyes and she wanted to know more.

 

[KingCorto]

“Maybe they’re some sort of undercover journalists or something!” Corto smiled and laughed, looking over at the couple on the other table, musing over his wife’s eagerness to get acquainted with them. This implies that life has changed for us, he thought, they were now off the boat, and the two strangers, who, if it wasn’t for how they kissed from time to time, and how the man was caressing the lady’s thigh, could have easily been father and daughter, were not among their fellow passengers, there was no reason to expect that they were open to sexual indiscretions like Helen and Corto suddenly had gotten so expert at, and still, Helen was eager to approach. And from looking at how she returned the gentleman’s hungry eyes, it was clear to Corto what Helen’s ultimate goal would be.

So, Corto’s eyes went to the girl. She was much younger than the man. Her skin was silky, and her hair was long. She was draped in an elegant wrap around dress, and her body was very different from those of Helen and Martine. Rather than curved and full formed, she was slender, hips, bum, and bosom like perky bumps. The fresh air and food had energized Corto after the tit fucking feast of the morning, and now his erection was bobbing again under the knee-long kaki-shorts that he had selected for the excursion. Smiling contently, Corto acknowledged how the last day and a half had seen him very virile. Given the right setting and atmosphere, he certainly had sexual stamina surpassing what he’d thought possible.

Corto looked around. The café was primarily populated by visitors from the cruise ship, and, while they were all dressed as what upon leaving the boat Corto had perceived as pretty normal, he now realized that that was a truth to be discussed – normal compared to last night for sure, but now, in the light of day, after a morning stroll in something akin to the real world, he realized that his perspective might be a bit skewed. Most of the visitors were actually dressed quite daring. Very thigh open shirts, short skirts, cleavage… Like one might notice at a couple of tables in a café like this on a regular day, but here, everybody was balancing right on the edge. The couple of interest was dressed modestly in comparison, him, in a short sleeve shirt and beige pants.

“I think you’re right,” Corto answered Helen, “I think they got here someway else, and it looks like they are slightly confused about what just rolled in, I’m sure we could go over and say hello.”

As said, so it was done. Hand in hand Helen and Corto strolled the few meters over to the couple, and Corto introduced them, his wife standing coyly a small step behind him, hands folded over her tummy, smiling at the girl, then eyes fixing in on the man.

They were Rachel and Theodor, they said, smilingly at Corto and Helen, but mostly they just went by Ra and Teo. They’d met a bit under a year ago and had been married for six months. Since then, Teo had sold his consultancy company and made a pretty penny, and now they were already on what they referred to as their second honeymoon, and extended to a year long one, that they would spend up and down the coast on their newly acquired sailboat. It was on that one that they had come in, of course. They had anchored one cove over from the main one yesterday, and the place had been all sleepy and deserted. This morning had certainly surprised them as something different.

“I am a bit worried that Teo will run off with one of these striking beauties!” Ra smiled, taking her husband’s hand mock-possessively in hers and holding it firmly while looking around the café deck, eyes stopping at one sexy lady after another.

Teo looked at her, “Well, it’s not like you’re spoiled for choice either, my love, there are plenty hunks half my age around here that most certainly wouldn’t mind a minute to charm a fresh flower like yourself!”

Ra and Teo kissed lovingly and looked back at Helen and Corto. “Did you come in on the big ship!”

Making a strange story easier to explain, Corto told them how they’d at a spur of the moment had grabbed some tickets that had been made available, and that they were now on a kind of mystery cruise, having not had time to investigate any form of itinerary. Ra and Teo thought that was funny, commenting that they did like people that were a little adventurous and daring, and Helen and Corto returned the compliment, praising Ra and Teo for their decision to go sailing for a year.

A waitress was over with the bills, and both couples paid up. Ra and Teo had been practically finished, too, when Helen and Corto had come over, and over the course of the conversation had finished their plates to but a grape and a piece of baguette. Rising, Teo suggested they’d show the sailboat, if Helen and Corto had time, it was only a 10-minute stroll away. The last shuttle back to the ship wouldn’t be until really late evening, so of course there was time, Corto responded enthusiastically, and before long, they were on a footpath along the coastline around a peninsula hill to the cove in which Ra and Teo lay anchored.

Teo led the way, and behind him came Ra and Helen. The girls where chatting, Corto couldn’t hear what about, but he did see Helen’s eyes on Teo in front of her, admiring his long legs and solid frame, firm butt under his pants. Corto was enjoying the sight in front of him too. His wife’s lush round buttocks, curved waist, delicate shoulders and neck, Ra’s petite slender frame, hips swaying naturally along with her delicate steps, long, slim arms hanging by her side.

There are so many diverse experiences to be had, Corto thought. Having his way with two voluptuous ladies like Helen and Martine was one thing of wonder, and another were opposites which also attracted, he thought, something which Helen and Ra certainly were. As they rounded the hill and Teo turned, pointing proudly to the big white sailboat on the water, Corto pondered what the day would bring.

 

[vicci9]

Corto’s face twitched into a wicked grin as he looked at his wife in the big bed, his eyes went to her tits, then scanned down the silk sheets to where her legs stretched out parted underneath. This life is something else, Corto thought, biting his lip, it was like he was eternal, free, always ready to please and be pleased, to take what was served with gratitude, and not least, a healthy portion of greed. He was definitely aroused again, and again, his cock was starting to throb and pulse, grow between his legs, standing naked on the floor before her. Then he stepped forward, kneeled onto the bed, crawled up over her, his hand finding her tit, while his other hand grasped in between her legs, clamping her pussy under the soft fabric.

“I’m thinking clams, baby, and maybe some full melons, that would do for a pre-breakfast treat!”

Kissing her deeply, while his hands started to massage her tit and pussy, Corto soon slid downward on his wife under him, tasting her nipple on the way, playfully biting and suckling on it before heading down further, pulling the sheets along under his chin as he kissed his way down the soft skin of her tummy, all the way down between her legs.

And then he kissed her pussy. Her clit, and he let his tongue swirl in between her lips, open and lubricate her, before he pushed the tip of it right on her opening, inside it, rolled around, then pulled back and lapped back and forth, back up over her clit, then down again, in a long lick, back and forth, tip of his tongue pushing into her as it passed over, a little bit deeper each time. And then he started to suck on her pussy, take her lips in his mouth and clasp around them, with his tongue inside her, his hands on her huge tits, pinching her nipples as her tongue fucked her as deep as he could.

It didn’t last long, and when he rose, it was with a big grin, wiping Helen’s juices from his face with the back of his hand and licking it of passionately.

“I just thought I’d get you ready, baby, in case there’s a sausage buffet down there.” He laughed.

….

Contrary to the day before, there were none there to tempt them in the elevators nor the hallways which lead them to the breakfast area. On entering, nothing seemed out of the ordinary either, there were some bikinis and speedos here and there, some short skirts and deep cleavages for sure, but otherwise, it all seemed like a regular cruise full of regular people – Those attires would be found there too, and whereas there was in fact a selection of sausages, they were uniquely of the breakfast kind, found with the variants of eggs, bacon, and potatoes in the heated food section of the large open area.

Corto looked around, “Did we somehow get transported back to reality? You do remember what I do from last night, right? Or did I conjure it all up in dreams?”

He was not actually worried, but somehow deep in his stomach Corto still tasted a lingering doubt. It was then that he realized that there was no turning back now. Yesterday had simply been too filled with lust and desire… And cum… Corto felt they had found their new life, their new way, their new sex, he looked at his wife lovingly again, trusting that yesterday was still fact, and that Helen was right there alongside him in the transition to their new ways of enjoying one another, as well as the world around them.

Seated at the table out on the open patio, shaded from the sun by a canopy of wines criss-crossing on strings over their head, Helen and Corto scanned the surroundings. Corto had never been on a cruise, or on the high seas at all, and he had wondered how he would take it. Now he knew. It felt liberating and open, otherworldly in a way, and he could certainly understand why a crowd like this would gravitate to meeting out here, in a universe of its own where everyone was of the same mind, no one from the outside with lacking tolerance to stumble upon and hamper the experience. There was supposed to be landfall today, though. And just as the thought struck his mind, there was a crack and a pleasant lady voice announced over the speakers:

“Anchor at Sunny Bay in an hour. Transfer to and from the bay by shuttle every 30 minutes. Sunny Bay is a secluded liberal community that offers many leisure activities to explore, among yourselves, and with the very accommodating locals. This afternoon there will be a team-building treasure hunt event starting on the pier for anyone who wants to join. All activities on the boat will of course be open for the 24 hours that we will remain anchored here.” And the speakers crackled out.

“So that’s maybe it, people are preparing to go to land and explore. I still think there will be a lot of fucking today, honey.” Corto said, looking at Helen as he bit into a slice of mango and savoured it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and fresh, like Helen’s pussy had, earlier.

….

They were close to done, leaning back in content as a familiar voice rung behind them, “Helen! Corto! My favourite couple!”

It was none other than Martine, fondling the zipper of a flashy pink jacket, Corto’s eyes immediately drawn to the cleavage between her enormous tits. Up until now, Helen’s were the biggest tits Corto had played with by far, but Martine’s were even bigger. It was a bit analogous to how his cock was certainly on the large side, but still smaller than a couple of the ones that Helen had enjoyed inside her last night. Corto looked at his wife, who was smiling up at Martine, now by the side of the table. He wondered if Helen had ever taken a cock as big as the biggest one from last night, or if it was a record for her too. He would have to remember to ask, because now Martine was speaking again, sitting down on a chair next to and between the couple.

“I hope I warmed him up for you alright last night, you certainly looked well and ready for use again!” She giggled, smiling crookedly at Helen, then turning her eyes to Corto, scanning down his frame to his crotch, then back up at his face, “I’ve been cuming just a little all morning, when remembering that hammer up between my cheeks last night, I certainly wouldn’t mind seconds, if that’s at all convenient?”

Corto swallowed, eyes moving from bosom to bosom before him, and Martine, seductively, continued in a low voice, leaning in between them.

“I’m much more than a slut with the boob squad,” she started, eying Helen, then Corto, “I can also be quite intimate, and I sense that with the two of you.” Her hand caressed Helen’s thigh lovingly, while she kissed Corto on his cheek, letting the tip of her tongue lap at his skin as she lingered for but a second. “I think I can bring much pleasure to the both of you, if will let me.”

Meeting his wife’s gaze across the table, Corto smiled, “I don’t know about you, sweetie, but I am energized, and breakfast is drawing to an end. What do you say we show Martine our quarters before landfall? There should be plenty of time for an appetizer before we go see what Sunny Bay has to offer?”

I want a pink jacket like that one

 

[HelenUK44]

Perhaps it was the attraction of a couple dressed and acting normally which interested Helen. That said the older guy seemed to be all over the young lady but appearances could be deceptive and she was also thinking of Corto. The young lady was certainly beautiful, with a friendly looking face and long flowing hair. Helen imagined what the woman’s image looked like in orgasmic bliss. Perhaps Corto was now thinking of that with the nature of their holiday. In her own mind Helen felt that she had been corrupted and was now seeking an introduction to the couple to see if they too could be encouraged to fall prey to physical desires.

Although Helen didn’t feel that she could hold a candle to the young lady in beauty she couldn’t but help looking back at the man again and again. There was some magnetism about him that Helen could not repel and Helen was pleased that Corto followed up her request and went over to the couple. The boat had certainly led them to a way of ignoring any cautions or inhibitions, life was for living, so the idea was to make the most of it and not let time pass by.

The meeting went well and Helen found herself on a route back to the couple’s sailboat with the group.

‘You must be loaded to have your own boat’ said Helen to Ra quietly

‘Well Teo did well from his consultancy sale and he wheels and deals still. I don’t ask questions. I am just pleased at the lifestyle and how he is with me. I am under no illusions though Helen, none at all. He is used to getting what he wants, he is a very powerful man’

So Helen thought to herself, the cruise trip had brought them to meet others of the sailing fraternity. The rich and wealthy but also perhaps those with a criminal undertone. She swallowed hard, the thought of and her desire towards Teo had become even greater.

Perhaps Ra was feeling rather lonely, it would be natural with her just travelling around in a boat with a solitary male, an older male at that. Ra had certainly been rather open with her, just glad to have somebody to speak to she thought, somebody maybe she could be an equal with.

‘It’s all about sex on the cruise ship Ra. I had five guys fucking me yesterday on stage and they were hung and I mean really hung Ra. I never thought I would be able to do it, not in a million years but I was just to grasp the moment and just enjoy it. Poor Corto was watching but he got his pleasures, there’s a super mature big busty lady whose got her eyes on him, not that he needs her. It’s wishful thinking on her part. I think he’s more for young fit types, yes like you Ra!’

Both ladies laughed.

‘Can’t you smuggle me aboard?’ enquired Ra perhaps in jest

‘Hey look you’ve got your honeymoon with Teo and we’re not going to upset that are we?’

‘Quite right too’ responded Ta breathing in and raising her eyebrows

‘Things are not necessarily all they seem Helen’ said Teo

The girls were quiet for a little before Helen felt her hand grabbed by Ra

‘Come on you can go up front and chat to Teo whilst I go back and smooch along with Corto.

Was the hand holding some sort of sign between them Helen wondered? Whatever Helen was compliant and had her hand taken by Teo. It was not many yards before Helen felt herself pulled to one side and Ra passed with a smile and the words

‘We’ll see you two later’

Teo explained ‘she’s so much younger than me Helen and we agreed that it would be an open marriage both ways. Don’t get me wrong we love each other but there is an age gap and Ra has many more needs than me so I have agreed to let her have her head. Yes we have this signal and perhaps it was something you said to her Helen to take Corto’

Helen said ‘maybe’ with a smirk knowing that her disclosure concerning the cruise would have likely encouraged Ra’s thoughts.

As Helen made her way Teo explained ‘there’s a little shelter along here where we can wait to give Ra an opportunity. If you’re concerned feel free to call Corto, I won’t be offended’

‘That won’t be necessary Teo, I am more than happy with you’ said Helen as she saw Teo’s eyes fix on her bosom. They walked together and set down together close, hand in hand. For now though Teo just wanted to talk and Helen took pleasure in getting to know him a little more.

 

[KingCorto]

Downwind and angled above and behind the others, the gust shaking the leaves of the trees on the descent to the cove, the pier, and the boat below, Corto heard nothing of the girls’ chatter moving down. It seemed very congenial, though, they laughed, and looked at one another, smiling, engaged in jolly exchange. On entering the boat, he moved naturally to the aft, onto a big deck, and the hatched doorway into what seemed to be a seating and cocking area.

“We’ll see you two later!”

It was Ra’s voice, and then she was there next to him, smiling broadly from ear to ear, rubbing her hands together in excitement, “Oh, how nice!” She exclaimed, “Meeting you and lovely Helen here today, having this company!” She looked around, “But I need to be the hostess! Follow me!” She hurried through doors which swung open, opened a small fridge in the corner under the cocking stove.

“Your wife gave you permission to fuck me, you know.” Ra said, casually, bending in over the small fridge, just lingering in the pose, her butt high, hips wiggling a little.

Corto gasped. He had no idea what to say, only, “What?”

Ra angled her head, looked back at him, “You heard me. She said you could, or that I could fuck you. Either way, and she also told me about a big tits bitch onboard that ship that wanted her hands on you…” Ra trailed, teasingly looking at Corto’s puzzled face, then, “Come on Corto,” Ra continued, nodding her head towards the stern, the way that Teo and Helen had gone, “you HAVE the big tits goddess right there!”

Then she laughed, and Corto swallowed. Had Helen said all that? The facts were true, but the question in his mind was if she had really encouraged him to have sex with Ra or not. He looked around, but Helen was nowhere to be seen.

Ra stood and pivoted around before him, a pitched in hand, “Frozen Sangria!” She exclaimed triumphantly, reaching out for two big red wine glasses, and filling them to the brim, handing one to Corto, taking the opportunity to advance on him, her hips swaying, her dress hanging open to her belly, showing the curves of her perky tits under the soft fabric.

“We have a secret signal, Teo and I,” Ra continued, speaking softly, making him lean forward to grasp the words under her breath, “and we gave it to one another today.” She looked up at his face, licked her lips, “And besides,” she barely whispered, making him put his ear almost to her lips, “Helen said you deserved something more petite and frailer today, so what do you say, Corto?” And her lips kissed his ear, and a shiver shook him from his toes to the tip of his head.

She was so tempting, there, before him, but what would it mean? - he thought. Last night, this morning, in the confines of the cruise ship, it would have been all fun and desire. But out here, with Ra, and Teo, on their boat, Helen and Corto would move it further, out into the real world, and solidify their transformation forever, it would be a very big deal. What does Helen want? Corto thought. She had gone with Teo, plans of her own unknown to him, she had told Ra many secrets, and Ra had said what she had said.

“Hmmm?” Ra broke his chain of thoughts, and her hand slid up his shorts, in over his crotch, more deliberate now, more direct and wanting, more lustful, commanding, Ra had Corto boiling with desire as her palm grasped over his throbbing bulge and gave it a hard squeeze, “What will it be, sailor? Are you gonna hesitate, or are you gonna go at it with the lust of the five guys that shared you wife last night?”

Ra knew about that too! It was amazing how much the girls had bonded during that descent minutes earlier! Corto wondered if Helen had implied that she was off to fuck Teo now, or if Ra was a starter that his wife was offering to him – however way he thought about that, it all just aroused him more.

Corto slowly started to roll his hips against the rubbing grasp that Ra had around the shaft of his cock. He leant back on the railing, marvelled at the view of the fertile lush bay and the sea, “I think my wife would like it if you sampled it between your lips a bit first, don’t you?”, he smiled at Ra, who giggled back, raised shy fingers to her mouth gasping playfully coy, “Gosh, do you think, sailor? Ok, sailor, it is you who knows your wife the best, and I only want to be a good girl!”

And with that, Ra knelt before Corto, pulling his shorts down as she got comfortable, dress sliding off her shoulders revealing her orange size perky tits. She pulled back on his shaft and gasped in awe. “I have no complaints about Teo’s girt, sailor, but this is even bigger!” She rubbed it up and down in her hands, cocked her head, inspected it from different angles, “I do hope you boys will let me try them both someday!”

Her lips kissed the tip of his cock, and opened, and she slid him inside her, deep, her tongue lashing around it, mouth suckling it hard from all sides, then she pulled him out. Corto had barely had time to draw his breath, and this girl had almost had him cuming!

Pulling up and down on his cock carefully and reassuringly, kissing it, playing her tongue up and down along it, she looked up at him innocently, “I just wanted to show you, sailor, that I’m the real captain of this vessel.”

Then she took him back in her mouth. Held still and angled herself so it stood straight up and into her, and she started to suck him up and down in long, deep hard strokes, Both of Corto’s hands grasping at the railing as his cock throbbed in her mouth, biting his lip so as to not unload deep into her mouth right then and there. Closing his eyes, Corto wondered what Helen was doing.

 

[HelenUK44]

Ra had moved forward from her days with the professor when she had been required to suck and swallow to order. She had always found a way to make progress and get the attention and commendations that she needed. Sometimes her looks and intelligence were insufficient, she just had to go that little bit further. It had certainly been the case with Teo and now she had dear lovely Corto in front of her. Just the sort of hunk she dreamed of and fantasised about in the course of her relationship with Teo. Teo understood.

There was no way that Corto was coming in that young lady’s mouth. She had plenty of other stamina testing events in mind for that man and she was not going to weaken his strength and desire at such an early date. It was as if she could read a man’s cock like clockwork and so it was with Corto. She took him there, well nearly there and then let it subside. She loved being a tease and she loved being punished. Teo was good at that and at making up, letting her have a plentiful supply of man meat. She just wished that she could have been on that cruise ship. Teo could see to that, she knew he could, he could see to anything. She’d be there in the next voyage, it was just her thing.

It was not just Corto’s cock that Ra could understand, it was the guy’s brains. There was so much about him to like.

‘Helen will be fine, Teo will be looking after her. He likes to take his time. Right now he’ll be watching us on the cameras and getting his lust into gear. He is like fine wine. Then he will strike with Helen and she won’t be able to refuse him.

That much was certainly true as Teo watched events from his bedroom whilst relaxing and having a drink with Helen. He was the perfect gentleman as he watched events on screen as he masturbated and gave more than a little attention to Helen as she stripped and changed into the stockings, suspenders, black panties and bra with a dress only encouraging her bust to spill out.

‘The bra is much too small and I feel like a tart in this’ explained Helen

‘Yes that is the idea’ said Teo as he assumed a more authoritative stance reaching into a draw and bringing out ties and a blindfold.

‘Let’s try these’ he suggested but in a way it would have been difficult for Helen to refuse. Yes on your front on the bed.

Helen could see that Teo had done this before as he rather masterfully attached her to the bed post on her front before attaching the blindfold. Teo clearly liked this as he smoothed his hands all over her body taking particular care to fondle her breasts and feel the heat between her thighs.

‘You seem to like this too’ he said taking pleasure from her own arousal as he took time to touch her sex.

‘I’m getting big for you, really big at the thought of fucking you, you big beautiful bitch. I’m going to ravage your cunt, this cunt’ he said as he slid a finger up her in the way a master would.

This was sex in a way Helen had never really experienced before. She heard the words

‘And now I’m going to take you’

She could sense his impatience as he ripped down her panties and thrust his manhood at her. There was no wait, no care, there was just the one place that Reo had in his mind and he thrust up into it and when in deep, he kept it there, just screwing gently

‘And now you’re mine, whilst your husband is getting screwed by that tart of my wife. Do you know how that feels?’

Helen didn’t answer, she knew Teo was not looking for her words

‘I’ll tell you what it feels like. It feels fucking horny’

‘Now go on beg for it, beg for my cock, tell me how much you want it, how much you want me?’

And she did, all the while he was rhythmically fucking her from behind, his hands on her hips. Up and down her cunt, his cock pushing against the softness of her sensuality, making her body respond, making her pant and sigh.

Helen got the words out ‘ I want your cock.. so want you inside me..fucking me like this.. more more, not stopping, becoming yours, your fuck slut, your big busty cum slut.’

‘Yeah do it like that, like that, like that…. Yessssssssssssss like that. Oh my god yes more more more, feed me your cock’

‘Oh I love it, want more, all I ever wanted, yes your cock ………. Yessssssssssssss yes oh yess’ sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Helen thought she knew the role she had to play here and did all she could to please.

And then she felt Teo push her forward flat and his bodyweight came right on top of her. She immediately felt discomfort as his hard cock pushed between her bum cheeks. He was trying to… Then there was pain, real pain as she squealed. He was pushing hard against and through her anal ring. It did not take long before the length of his cock was fully embedded in her bum, ‘her tight ass’ as he described it.

‘Bitch, bitch bitch bitch’

She heard him shout a ‘bitch’ with each thrust and then she felt the liquid. He wasn’t finished though, the thrusts kept coming with the sperm as she got drilled and filled in the ass. His body was full of aggression as it delivered its package.

It was a cock that had wilted which he reluctantly pulled from her anus, now full of the sperm from his balls. He had no more to give.

Once off her body he kissed the palm of his hand and lightly slapped her bum. It was as if he was a changed person, back to the suave person he had been earlier. He helped her clean off in the shower. Helen didn’t quite know what to think of it all. The man had forcibly buggered her but on reflection he needed to do that, to maintain his honour whilst his young wife enjoyed the far superior cock of Corto. She wouldn’t mention it all to Corto, certain of what had happened needed to remain between Helen and Teo, it had been their private sexual encounter.

It was a reminder to Helen, if that it was necessary that sexual promiscuity outside of the cruise could be dangerous and certainly carried real challenges. It just showed how wonderful the cruise was for players.

‘Wear those. please’ said Teo as he passed Helen a bikini. She stepped into it. For sure it was skimpy and showed off all her bust. There was more fun to be had, she was sure of that as she went with Teo to join the other two.

 

[KingCorto]

Risqué! Danger! Those were the words that flashed on Corto’s cortex leaning back on the railing. Ra pumped up and down on him, her whole frame eagerly poised and in on the propulsion, like a perpetual sex-machine, an ever running cock-sucking robot-slut providing perfect suction, oscillation of the tongue, pump of the lips, bump on the back of her throat, just barely choking, realigning with a giggle out of the corners of her mouth, breathing down his shaft, running wet with her saliva, then working up the pace again, relentlessly massaging the full length of his cock in her mouth.

Corto moaned deeply, his head rolled back on his neck, he could just see the top of the trees by the shore upside down, it was psychedelic, accompanied by the splash of the waves and the wet slurps of Ra, licking and suckling up and down his shaft. Danger. They had been walking a fine line ever since seizing the opportunity given by those miraculously both mis-delivered, and un-collected tickets of Mr. Clark Corto, the mysterious single-digit big shot on the cruise and his lady company. From then they had not looked back. Danger, in Helen seducing the first stranger alone in their cabin, enjoying him, then Corto, before new danger, on the stage, with the five men. And now, danger, again, separated on this unknown vessel with the two strangers, and most of all, off the cruise ship, in the real world, and Corto had made his choice.

Getting dizzy from the mind rush, Corto leant back in over Ra. The girl was young and feisty, as Corto tried to lay a hand on her head to guide her pace, she clawed it off, held firmly around his cock while opening her lips wide, hissing at him like a cat, before licking up and down his cock again, laying her hand around his balls, and giving them a squeeze that made Corto yelp.

“Like that?” she cocked her head, looking up at him, then she squeezed them again.

“Yesss!” Corto grinned, panting. Ra had his cock and balls in her firm grasps now.

She rose slowly, careful to not lose hold of his man parts, then she started to move towards the wide couch in the seating section, pulling Corto awkwardly and helplessly after her.

“Lay, there, on your back,” she pointed into the big soft corner, letting him go, and Corto willingly slid in, lay down on the big, firm pillow.

“Hush, listen…” She said, and as Corto was about to talk, she lifted a finger to her lips, “Hush!”

Corto listened. First it was the breeze, and then it was the waves. Ra crept up into the couch on all four next to him. One hand found the root of his cock, and started to work more on it, slowly, the other found his chin. She turned him towards her, and leant in, kissed him deeply, twirling her tongue around his. Then she pulled back, leaving his face at an angle, his ear to a ventilations shaft in the corner of the wall.

“Listen.” She whispered.

And as Ra watched his face in anticipation, absently pulling up and down on his hard cock, sounds formed in Corto’s head. They were moans, pants, sighs, then a voice. Muffled, something about cock, Corto instinctively pivoted his head, and suddenly all of it came through clearly!

“ .. so want you inside me… fucking me like this… more more, not stopping, becoming yours, your fuck slut, your big busty cum slut. Yeah do it like that, like that, like that…. Yessssssssssssss like that. Oh my god yes more more more, feed me your cock. Oh I love it, want more, all I ever wanted, yes your cock ………. Yessssssssssssss yes oh yess”

It was Helen, loud and clear, he could not hear the fucking, but his wife was getting fucked hard down there, presumably by Teo.

He looked at Ra, and it must have been a startled look, because she giggled out loud, “Oh, poor Corto! I bet he’s got her all tied up on all four down there, he likes it like that, that man, he almost always does that, while I have my treat up here, listen in, sometimes, he is watching, after all, no secrets there!” Her eyes flashed to the camera mounted right at them from the ceiling.

Ra’s grasp on Corto’s cock tightened, and she started to pull up and down on it relentlessly, making Corto twitch and groan. Then she strode over him, pulled her dress up high, and, holding his cock firmly, pressed herself down on it, taking it into her wonderfully soft, warm, tight, and pulsating pussy. Pulling her dress open, taking her tits in her hands, Ra started to wag up and down on him, in a steady, light pace, angling her hips from side to side to masturbate her insides using his big cock as her dildo.

“Sex machine!” Corto only gasped, resulting in Ra leaning in over him and hushing him again, “It’s not over down there, listen!”

There were some thumping noises coming from downstairs, or where on the boat the sounds originated. Then there were some deep moans and groans, and then a loud scream! It was Helen! Sensuously gliding up and down his shaft now, Ra took Corto’s hands in hers, and lifted them to her exposed tits, helped him massage them, pressing her perky nipples on his fingers.

“Now, now, sweet Corto! He always does that! He will want to cum in her ass now, he’s like clockwork… You, on the other hand, you are also cockwork, and I love to work this cock.”

There were some long rattling yelps and moans coming from downstairs as Ra started to pump harder up and down on Corto. Then there was a man’s voice, it was Teo, “Bitch, bitch bitch bitch” again and again, rhythmically to Helen’s succumbing moans and pants. Then Teo’s voice rolled deep in his throat, and it was silent.

“There.” Said Ra, letting go of Corto’s hands, who still held onto her tits. She leant in over his chest, kissed him deeply while her hips rolled on his cock, bobbed up and down on him to caress his full length. “He doesn’t last long, poor Teo. Not as long as you do, or what, Corto?” She pumped hard down on him teasingly. “They will be coming up now.”

And they did, all while Ra still sat riding Corto slowly. She looked over her shoulder at the new arrived. That was when it occurred to Corto that Helen probably didn’t know that he had heard what had gone on downstairs.

Ra winked at Teo and blew him a kiss, then over at Helen, “I took your word for it, sister,” she giggled, “your husband has a magical cock!” She flexed her butt up towards Helen and her husband. “I suppose I’ve still been a bad girl, and that I still needs a bit of a spanking, if anyone wouldn’t mind?”

She looked down at Corto, “And you’ve been a bad, bad boy, as well! I wonder if your wifie is gonna spank you for it? I’d very well say you deserve it!”

 

[HelenUK44]

Helen was in a daze. She had never ever been fucked like that. The cool assured gentlemanly businessman had just turned and taken the opportunity to violate her body shooting his sperm deep into her bowels. It was not just the act, it was the way he had delivered his message. Sure there was lust but there was clearly a wish to dominate and it seemed a wish to give pain. The anal penetration was hurting her and he chose to give her more and more, to hear her cry out and so enjoyable for him that he had to orgasm.

She was now dressed according to Teo’s wishes and she could see his eyes continually on her, sizing her up her felt. She wondered what was next, was he just recovering before the next bout of action on her body. She looked at him with little smiles, she wanted to be friendly and he seemed to have calmed down but yes she was afraid of him and he certainly didn’t seem a guy to cross.

Teo was not doing the talking though, it was Ra and she seemed to be in control of things, making statements and suggestions as to future conduct. Was she in control here now? Was Teo taking a back seat and giving his wife her playtime. She was cocky and confident. These two did not seem to now be the couple they had met in the café. In fact was she even his wife? Surely the age difference made that a bit unlikely. Were they drug smugglers or some sort of smugglers? Helen had the uneasy feeling that whatever they were bad news and that they needed to make their excuses and get away as soon as possible, to return to the cruise ship and more of normality.

Helen was working this out in the short time available to her, maybe she was paranoid but whatever the cruise ship would be leaving later that day, whether they were on it or not. Both Corto and her had experienced their hosts sexuality and it made sense surely to plan to make tracks as soon as they could.

It was all so difficult though for she couldn’t get any time alone with Corto, to explain her concerns to him. She was so glad that he had not been with her and Teo and watch the act her aggressively performed on her. Surely no man would like to see their wife treated in such a way, used as a man’s plaything for sadistic pleasure.

But Corto seemed different too, a little distant from her. She wondered what Ra might have said to her or done with him. They had clearly been getting on well but she could see from his cock and balls that he had not come yet. Helen knew that he was a performer but Ra seemed to be managing him well, she was managing everything well.

Yes and following on from Teo came Ra’s comments about physical chastisement. They sent a shiver through her body.

(couple of girls) Things became a little clearer seconds later as a launch pulled up and a couple of girls (see earlier) jumped up on board together with accompanying men. They moved along to Teo who took each in his arms and gave a little kiss.

‘You’ll be taking care of Corto here in the visitors’ room whilst Ra and I have some unfinished business with Helen here’

Teo spoke in such a way which only encouraged compliance particularly given that there were two male members of his team in close attendance. Their eyes never seemed far from Helen’s bust line and Helen couldn’t help but feel that they were sizing her up. They looked rather menacing too.

‘These have come up from our sister ship which is anchored close-by’ said Teo. ‘We always look to keep our guests fully entertained don’t we Ra?’

‘You certainly do that Teo’

Helen spoke up ‘You go on and enjoy yourself Corto, you’ve deserved it. I’ll be with these two, I know they’ll take good care of me. Don’t wear yourself out on them too much, I’ll be wanting you later!’

Helen tried very hard to act genuine. It seemed that she had succeeded in that her words brought out a laugh from everybody and the whole situation seemed far more relaxed.

As the trio moved off Teo, Ra and Helen took drinks and sat down comfortably. Teo was soon to the point though

‘They’re the very best Helen and besides I had had enough of your husband banging Ra. I can tell when she has the hots for somebody and I could tell he is quality in bed. Put it down to my jealously. Those two will give him a great show and then well, their oral skills are second to none. They’ll have him up and going again in no time. I’ve left him a little message in the room just to reassure him of needs and that he mustn’t disappoint my girls and therefore me.’

‘Now us, yes of course. It’s the massage room. My two guys out there would like a massage from a beautiful young lady and who better than to give it than you. We’ll be around but we’ll leave you to work your magic with those……… (and there was a break) hands of yours.’

‘Then we’ll all be done and we’ll see you back to the boat, all in time for your next adventure.'

Helen felt that she knew what she needed to do to get her and Corto back on the boat. She believed Teo to be a man of his word, so she didn’t doubt the outcome if she was prepared to do it. She didn’t really have much choice and didn’t want to show any reluctance or any actions which would cause concern in Teo.

‘Sure Teo it would be a pleasure’ she told him with her objective being to get away and get back on the cruise ship together with Corto and undamaged.

 

[KingCorto]

Without understanding what the hell was going on but catching that his wife was all fine staying behind while he went and got entertained by these two unearthly creatures, Corto soon found himself below deck, entering a big room whose main focal point was a huge, round bed, draped in silks and exclusive fabrics, projected alternating coloured lights dancing on and around it. In the draped ceiling and on the cushioned walls, and around it was cameras. Lots of cameras, focused in on the centre of the bed from all sides and angles.

He got it now. The girls were pornographic actresses, and they were not the cheap streaming types, they were the top dollar ones, the stars. He looked at them again. On the cruise ship there had been many a perfectly sculpted female body showing off for sure, but non had come close to these two. Nipped and tucked in all manners imaginable, done to perfection, invisible increase and poise of perfect tits and bums, removed ribs and tightened tummies, improvements and augmentations all around, just for lust, his lust, to be precise, at this very moment.

The girls swerved sensuously up to him, circled him, starting to undress him. He let them, let his pants drop, his shirt pull off and fall to the floor. Oily fingers slid around his cock and started to pull back on it, “I’m Luna,” the girl with the fingers on him said, wiggling her tits at him, “and I’m a fuck slut!”

Corto only swallowed and smiled, cherished the slippery hand as it lubed his shaft, Luna was glistering in oil, as was her girlfriend, who was pulling open a drawer hidden low at the base of the bed. She walked over to them, winked at Luna, who was eagerly showing off Corto’s cock growing in her hand. The girl had a venetian mask in her hand, “And I’m Lola,” looking up and down Corto’s naked body, biting her lip. “Here, you may want to wear this, unless you want to be seen in the movie, of course!” Lola handed him a venetian mask, and Corto put it on.

It felt incredibly strange, standing there, masked, as Luna strode around the room turning all the cameras on, and Lola took her job, lubing Corto’s cock more, running up and down on it with both her hands, her firm tits rubbing up on his chest. “I’m a fuck slut, too, you know,” she said, looking up at him sideways, “in case you weren’t sure.”

“I got the feeling.” Corto smiled at her, standing still, letting her feel his cock growing in her grasp.

“Gooooood!” Lola replied.

Corto wondered how Helen was doing as Luna was back by their sides, but he very soon got distracted. The two girls now pushed him backward, he stepped onto the side of the bed, and fell down in it, Luna and Lola over him like cats in a heartbeat, greedy hands on his cock and around his balls, pumping, while they ground themselves onto him, tits in his face, his hands being led by them in between their thighs, onto their wet and slippery pussies, both girls starting to grind themselves onto his hands passionately, their juices flowing into his palms.

Corto realized that the surroundings were changing. Looking out between the tits that were rubbing at him to the ceiling and the walls, he now saw video, inlayed with the lights, projected on the fabrics. And it was them! Him, Lola, and Luna, in alternating angles all around them in the bed, suddenly he say them from above, the girls delicious asses rising above him on his back below them, then from the side, as Lola glid down kissing his body before taking his shaft deep in her mouth.

“Make it your best show, Mr. Corto!” Purred Luna, massaging his balls while Lola rhythmically slid his cock in and out of her warm mouth, “If Ra approves, it’ll get you more points in the end!”

‘Points?’ Corto only had time to think, before Luna spoke again. “We have something that can help you with that, Mr. Corto!”

And with those words, she opened the hidden drawer again, drew out what looked to be a make-up mirror, a straw, and a little plastic bag with a light green, crystaly powder. Luna spread a thin line of the crystals on the mirror, and reached it out to Lola, “Ready, honey?” Lola only purred, held Corto’s cock in her hand while she let Luna place the straw in her nostril, over the powder, and she snorted it in in a delighted gasp, before returning to sucking Corto’s cock.

Next up was Luna herself, drawing in a line, her tits shaking and a gasp running through her frame, “And now you, Corto, it’s so much more fun!”

Corto wiggled his head aside as Luna approached with the mirror. Drugs? He wasn’t sure, he’d never even heard about anything like this, was it some sort of sex drug? He hesitated, curios. “More fun?”

“Ooooh, YES!” exclaimed Luna, “You will last forever and be bigger than you’ve ever been, and you’ll fuck us so deep and long and our orgasms will roll as we scream all night!”

It was fickly to get the straw up the nose of the mask, but soon it was done, and looking down at the green crystals on the mirror, Corto leant in over it and pulled it deep into his nose.

“YEEEEES!” Shouted the girls in unison, clapping their hands and returning them to his cock, rubbing and pulling wildly up and down on it, “You’re gonna score sooooo many points, Clark!” Hissed Luna, sliding down the silk sheets to his crotch, taking his cock in her mouth and suckling lovingly on it.

“Clark?” Corto said lowly under his breath, “How did you know about Clark? I didn’t use that name, did I? It was the name… on… the… ticket… Clark Corto…”

But now the drugs were taking effect! It was like lightning, hitting the top of his head then spreading in a web, engulfing his mind, and shooting down his nervous system, extending energy to the very tips of his extremities. Lola and Luna looked like sex goddesses, twirling over him, treating his cock, fading in and out of his warped vision, blending with the live video streams of them, on him, oiled asses heaving, slippery wet tits rubbing over his body. Corto woke to life.

And then he was up and over them, like a wolf, seeing himself like one on the video from the side as he had the girls on all fours next to one another before him, bobbing from side to side as he opened them with his fingers, hands on their pussies, watching his cock grow between them, pulse and pump and throb harder and bigger. Corto had no idea if it was the drugs, but he felt like all he was, was his cock.

Corto started to fuck them. Luna first, deep, long, hard, and she came and came and came again. Then Lola, begging after watching, so horny and impatient she slammed herself back and all the way to his root. He held her, and she shivered and came, and beside them, Luna was masturbating and cuming hard again and again. And then he turned them over, fucked them between their tits, then took them in their mouths one, then the other, then back again, before he slid down on them, to between their legs, slid his fingers into their pussies and licked and ate them, clits and lips, stuck his tongue in them and felt their orgasms roll through them as they kissed passionately above him, cuddling one another’s tits.

The only thing on Corto’s mind were these two fuck slut pornstars and all that the drugs allowed him to do to them, and as he curved up, looming and panting like an animal over them, turned Lola over under him, eagerly lifting her butt and yelping as he pushed his sledge into her lubed oily ass, he had completely forgotten the reference to the name of Clark. Nor was he conscient about anything that might be going on upstairs, or to the fact that there was an upstairs for that matter, or even a world outside the room and the two oozing pussies in it.

 

[HelenUK44]

Teo had given her a couple of minutes to familiarise herself with the room. There was oil and powder, towels, washing facilities etc. It seemed to have everything which included a large basket of toys and miscellaneous covered with a cloth. These included vibrators, a strap on, lube, a blindfold, nipple clamps, condoms, a gag, ties, rope etc. It brought no surprise to Helen’s eyes but it did increase her heartbeat for it drew attention to the services she was going to be expected to perform. She didn’t doubt that she was a little bonus that Teo had promised to his staff members for some good deed or such like that they had performed for the cause.

The two guys soon arrived laughing and joking together and seeming very relaxed. It was clear from the start that their English vocabulary was limited

‘You give us good massage’ one said to her

‘We toss for who goes first’ one said and they both laughed. They didn’t in fact toss, it had clearly been arranged, one, the boss guy was going to watch the other guy who was to receive the first treatment.

Helen handed them both towels which they looked at enquiringly and tossed them to one side before lowering their shorts and underwear. Both were unsurprisingly well hung.

‘We go naked, you go naked too yes?’

A hand reached out for Helen’s bra strap which she pushed away. She knew she had to but it was a matter of principle. Their eyes feasted on her as she stripped down to nothing.

She heard the words ‘you’re good’ and felt a gentle squeeze on her boob accompanied by a chuckle

The boss guy spoke in some foreign language to the other which had the effect of making him rush to get on the table on his front

Helen was pleasantly surprised that her massage brought a semi erection for the guy who went onto his back. Her mouth went down on his cock and the necessary hardness was achieved in quick time which enabled her to hop on and start fucking the guy. What she hadn’t counted on was being pulled down and forward for the other guy to take aim between her buttocks and achieve a double entry.

It was all a bit of a scramble but the guy hit the target and Helen’s anus again became occupied by cock but this time at the same time as another cock was deep in her vagina. Of course she felt full and it was uncomfortable, probably the guy who got the most out of it was the one who fucked her arse with steady strokes from his angry cock, a cock that he had been masturbating whilst no doubt looking forward to the act he performed, fucking the beautiful young lady’s soft round bum.

For Helen it was different to Teo, there was not the hard physicality, the aggression, the feeling that he had a message to give her. They didn’t even come inside her, she knelt in front of them with her mouth and eyes open for them to use wrist action to propel thick shots of sperm into her hair, all over her face and down on her chin and onto her tits. They were heavy cummers for sure and Helen took some satisfaction that they had found her sufficiently sexy to coat her with so much cum.

‘No don’t wash, see Mr Teo’ was what Helen was told and it soon came to pass.

It was both of them that came to the room Teo and Ra.

‘so noisy and so sexy’ said Teo as he reached for his zipper. ‘Now get on your knees and get to work’ he said.

A good ten minutes later after his cock had been forcibly thrust down Helen’s throat a few times too many, Teo was making all the noises to suggest an impending explosion

‘give it to her, spunk the little bitch, ,you know how much you want to’ were the words spat out by Ra. She knew it would be what Teo wanted to hear and she herself had a hand between her legs making her own pleasure. She watched with a sigh as her man Teo covered the young beauty’s face with his white spunk after shooting his first load against the back of her throat.

Helen spat sexily spat out the semen and let it dribble down over her chin.

‘You look a sight my love’ said Ra as she looked to comfort Helen with an arm around her shoulder. Helen smiled weakly as she knew her mouth, pussy and anus had been so well used by Teo for his own desires. ‘We’ll present you to Corto like this, to show him what has been achieved this afternoon and then you two can be off’

Helen waited expecting to hear that what a wonderful experience Corto had had. She wouldn’t want to mar that and worry him. She would need to explain to him what a nice time she had had. It was all in the cause of love.

 

[KingCorto]

Corto snarled as he pressed on down, felt Lola’s butt pop open to his shaft as he pushed it deep into her warmth. A hand on her buttock, pushing eagerly up on him, another one around the root of his cock, sweat started to run down his face under the mask in the warmth of the lights, he lingered, felt the thumping pulse of her tight ass surround him, then he started to fuck it in long, deep, hard strokes.

Lola gasped and moaned, and soon she shook vigorously, her ass tightening, contracting in anal orgasm around his cock. Drug induced, wanting to conquer more, Corto pulled out of Lola, and turned his attention to Luna. The woman immediately understood what he wanted, grinning naughtily at him over her shoulder as she poised herself on all four, oiled up ass wiggling high in anticipation. And Corto was quick to deliver, standing knees bent on the bed looming over his prey, he pushed his cock down, and sank it into the other horny butt, making her scream in extasy as he started to fuck Luna, too.

What happened next was a haze to Corto, and later in life when he thought about his encounter with these two porn-goddesses, or talked to Helen about it, he understood that he really did not have any sense of time or place. It had just been his cock pounding into them, one, then the other, then back and around until everything was whimpers, whines, and moans. He remembered how it had ended, though, Lola and Luna on their backs under him, silicone tits gravity defyingly pointing upward, he had grabbed and grasped at them, jerking his cock, and then he had come, all over them, spraying their faces full of his it, watching as the girls licked cum off one another, before turning to him, laughing in disbelief.

“Wow, Clark!”

There it was again, Clark! How could they have known?

“That was… Massive!” The girls reached out, tickled his swollen cum dripping shaft, “You will get almost max score, we’re sure about it!”

--

Unmasked and dressed in a pair of swimshorts the girls had provided, his pulse pumping at his temples, still feeling electric from the drug, whatever it had been, Corto tumbled unsteadily up from the quarters to the deck where Lola and Luna had instructed him to go. That’s where he found Helen. She was in a bikini, barely covering her, and god was she ravaged! Her body was veritably draped in sticky cum, and she reeked of it, strains of seamen shining white in her sweaty, undone hair, and droplets of it running from under her big tits. Corto looked at her, still hearing the moans from Lola and Luna in his dazed mind, he wondered if she was okay, his inner mind seeing her with the two men, and Teo. But Helen smiled and insisted that it had been the ride of her life, so he kissed her, took her hand lovingly, “I think we’ve gotten our cue to make ourselves scarce, baby,” he said, leading them to the railing and down the steps to the pier, “and besides, a shower on the ship and a nice lunch in the shades sounds like just the thing, don’t you think?”

Corto found himself talking a lot. He didn’t know if it was nerves, the drugs, or both, but leading Helen up the path back towards the town and the marina, his mouth babbled on about matters completely unrelated. He didn’t talk about Lola and Luna, though, even if he suspected Helen knew he had fucked them both senseless.

“They called me Clark.” He finally said to her as an only reference to the pair. As they approached the bend of the peninsula, the town soon visible, he turned to Helen, “Clark Corto, remember? The no-show single digit who’s apparently a big deal on the ship, even though no one seems to know what he looks like.” Corto paused, “How did they know that? I haven’t used that name anywhere, to anyone, certainly not meeting up with Ra and Teo today.”

That’s when he noticed the crevasse in the cliff just where it turned, in between led a narrow footpath, and in the bottom was a steam and a natural pool with a waterfall tumbling right into it. He hadn’t seen it coming the other way. Maybe it was less visible from there. Or maybe he’d just been too preoccupied with Ra and Helen’s butts wiggling in front of him, he couldn’t tell. It looked like a place out of paradise down there though, crystal green water, layered between inviting big rocks, plots of white sand, and greenery flowing rich up the hill to all sides.

He looked down at his body, thinking about his cock which had been deep in all the holes of those two ladies. Then he looked at Helen. He burst out in a smile, she looked so fucked it was unbelievable, which was true, as far as he could tell.

“Let’s go down there!” He stroked a hand up and down Helen’s hip, “We’re in no hurry, and maybe a rinse is not such a bad idea even before the ship?”

--

They stepped carefully into the water to find the bottom covered in delicate grass that felt like silk between their toes. Laughing, they plunged in, dipped under, and came up next to each other towards the centre of the small natural pool, Corto could barely reach the bottom with the tip of his toes, Helen had to float, and he pulled her to him, kissed her deeply, tongue swirling around hers, before he let go, “I love you.” He said, and started to move towards the pool edge, his arm around her waist.

Under his shorts his erection was growing again. It was with great satisfaction, and not least relief, that Corto, looking at his beautifully curvaceous wife, found that, in spite of him having a day in which he had put his cock into more women than he could remember right now, he found his wife incredibly attractive, sexy, arousing. He wanted to show her.

As they found solid ground in the shallows close by the waterfall, Corto took his wife in his arms and drew her close, kissed her deeply again, while gently rolling his hips at her, making her aware of the growth underneath his shorts. Moving her in his arms, she soon pushed up against a large, warm rock that lay halfway into the water. Then he turned her around, caressing her big tits under the bikini, and bent her torso onto the stone. His hand slid in between her thighs and cupped up on the fabric covering her warm pussy, he pulled it aside, while lifting out his shaft. He tickled her opening with his cock head, then, very slowly, slid up into her pussy. With gentle strokes penetrating deep into her, Corto started to fuck his wife.

 

[HelenUK44]

‘yeah, I wanna go and get off of this boat pretty sharpish and I don’t care how’ said Helen.

Whilst she had been ravaged she still had her wits about her and wanted to get away before those on board had a change of plan. She expected that Corto would have done the deed well but didn’t like to see him on drugs. He didn’t need that shit, he really didn’t. He didn’t need to be poisoned that way. He was too good as he was.

Helen thought she understood what Corto was saying. So yes they definitely had a connection with the boat and who was on it. That made some sort of sense for they would therefore likely know that she had been up on stage and was therefore game so they threw the kitchen sink at her, fucked so hard in both holes.

‘You’re right Corto, I need a clean. That Teo was merciless. He liked to control me and made me act and say things. At the time, I didn’t like it, certainly not with him but since well, maybe with a nicer person, someone like you Corto it could grow on me’

Helen was thinking that maybe her sex life with Corto to extend to beyond wonderful love making and hit other kinky spots. Maybe the cruise and what went with it was teaching them things about themselves of which they had not been aware.

There was no jealously on Helen’s part as to what Corto had been up to with those two girls. They were clearly sent for a reason and were just bodies for sex. He enjoyed them and used them, the unfortunate part was the drugs but that would pass. It was what came with the likes of Teo and Ra and their lifestyle. Corto and her didn’t need that.

Helen really enjoyed the feel of the water and its cleansing qualities. She wanted to wash away the evidence of the boat and it was with a sense of relief that she achieved this. Where they were was now with nature and it seemed so clear and pure. It was just right now that Corto wanted to make love to her. She wanted to forget the last few hours of Teo and Ra, they were a warning, if not a reminder of how sex with strangers in an unfamiliar venue can go wrong. His kiss was so loving and his cock so wanted. Helen considered it a credit to them both that he was able to get so firm and with such desire after his time with the two sex workers on the boat, that is how she saw them anyway. Produced for Corto to fuck them how and in what way he wanted whilst she was abused. That was past now and Helen was reminded how some men needed to abuse to receive full sexual satisfaction. She knew she had given that to Teo.

Corto had not forgotten how to do it, how she liked it, that was just reassuring. She orgasmed for him like she had for the other guys that afternoon, just with more pleasure and satisfaction, love had remained between them. As Corto’s cock poked her she announced to him

‘I love you Corto, I love you so much’

She just wanted to confirm that to him and perhaps with all that they were going through on the cruise those words could never have been more important. It was a sexual adventure but one where they needed to ensure that maintained their feelings for each other. This cruise was not how life for them would be in reality and they needed to ensure that they left the cruise as strong together as they were when they joined it. Of course their life could be more expansive sexually but Helen knew that they would need to be very careful in taking that step. Just maybe there could be a couple of periods in a year where they could explore and experience pleasure with others, she felt that that could work nicely.

Once out of the water Helen didn’t want to take her hands off of Corto. It was as if she had gained a lover. She was so glad she had, as she felt, been returned to him.

On re-entering the cruise ship Helen felt that she was being looked at differently, noticed more and studied by certain of the officers. She told herself she was being paranoid but still sensed there was something. When she was handed a card she knew she was had not been imaging things. It just gave a phone number and told that it was personal.

‘Let’s have the call in our room’ Helen said to Corto as they made their way there, keen to know whatever this might be about. There had been so many surprises on the cruise to date that it was not worth guessing. They just needed to listen and contribute to the conversation as best they could in a positive manner.

 

[KingCorto]

It was with both satisfaction and relief that Corto noticed, and cherished, how the sensation of fucking his wife were unlike fucking the other girls. Helen was still more delicate, more soft to his touch, more accommodating to his moves as he slowly started to stroke in and out of her, just as she liked it, sometimes, this time, for instance, and it didn’t take long before her pussy pulsed and contracted around him, accompanied with her low sighs as he caringly pumped the orgasms out of her, before pulling back out.

Freshly cleaned and newly fucked, as if they’d not been newly fucked ever since placing their feet on the ship, the couple entered their quarters again, curiously holding onto the note with the phone number. Something personal, supposedly, which was weird, since no one with whom they had any kind of personal relationship with could possibly know where they were, let alone contact Helen and Corto there.

It was also weird how it felt like coming home to the ship, which had been so alien only the day before. Corto reflected over how fast they had acclimatised, Helen and him. Somehow this lifestyle felt right to him, and from what he’d seen, so it did for her.

But there was the telephone to consider. Corto picked up the handset on the bedside table and dialled in the number, then turned it on speaker so Helen could listen in. It didn’t take more than a couple of rings before there was a response from the other end.

“Helen and Corto, I presume?” Said a deep male voice.

Corto hesitated, then, “Uh, yes, that’s us. To whom are we speaking? It was something personal?”

“It is Clark here. Clark Corto, a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

It was a long silence. Clark Corto, the mystery single-digit passenger, number 7, the one that Corto had been impersonating the last day and a half. He’d been a fool, of course there would be no getting away with it. Corto looked at Helen with a resigned face. This will be the end of our adventure for now, he thought. And then he thought about what the bill would be like, should mister Clark Corto choose to ask for a reimbursement.

Then Clark spoke again, “Quite a shock, dear Corto? But never you two worry. There are ways in which you can carry on with the cruise as you both so much seem to enjoy. There is only one thing I will require from the two of you…” Silence again.

Corto cleared his throat. “Okay?” He started, “Well, I suppose that would be very interesting,” looking at Helen while waiting in anticipation, “What, exactly would that be that you’d require?”

A gentle laugh came from the other side, “Yes, my people tell me you are making the most of it.” Pause, then, “To business. On the ship, there is a certain eccentric lady, Mistress LaTitta James. With her on the cruise, she has something of mine that she has taken. I want it back, and I need you to get it for me, given that I’m not there to get it myself.”

Corto consumed the information. “So, you want us to find LaTitta James and retrieve the object?” Corto felt a little spy-like saying that, and why not? A little spy glamour couldn’t harm the atmosphere of this journey the least bit, as far as he was concerned.

“Precisely. She has it on her private deck, in her suite, in the bedside table.” Clark explained.

“Okay,” Corto was curious now, “and how do we get access there? And, come to think of it, what’s the object in question?”

“It’s a golden strap-on dildo. Mistress LaTitta likes to use it with her guests.” Said Clarke, answering the last question first. “As for getting there, there is only one way. As you may know, there’s a competition on the ship right now. It has started, even if no one has been told. I hope you have already advanced in it because you must win it. Mistress LaTitta will host the winners in her private suites tonight. And if you two play your cards right, the strap-on will be out before you know it.”

That must have been it, with Ra and Teo, and the other four. It was the competition; it had been arranged from the ship. Maybe others had been trough similar challenges. Corto hoped Lola and Luna had scored him well.

“Okay,” he answered, putting on his sexy spy stance, making a dramatic voice, “we will get you your golden strap-on dildo, and we will have fun along the way. You will hear from us by morning.” Then he hung up.

First Corto worried that he’d maybe been a bit to flamboyant hanging up on Clark like that, but before he had time to think any more about that, an envelope was slid in under the door to their cabin. Standing closest, he reached for it, opened it, and drew the exclusive piece of paper out, held it between Helen and himself for them both to read.

‘Congratulations!’ it started, ‘You have scored in the top 10% and have advanced in the secret treasure hunt!’ Corto looked at Helen grinning wide, then he continued reading, ‘Now, hurry!’ it continued, ‘The competition continues right outside your door, don’t hesitate, follow the White-Wonder!’

Corto’s jaw dropped, he looked at Helen, say his thoughts on her eyes, and they both leapt for the door and pulled it open, looked out into the hallway. To their left, a man in a white suite just turned and walked out the door to the open deck and the stairs leading to the pool area below. To their right, a woman in a white dress pressed the elevator button for going down, the little lights above the elevator door indicating that the lift was only a floor away.

“No time to think, Helen,” Corto grinned, “We must seize the adventure when it’s here, for Clark Corto, our benefactor, for Mistress LaTitta James, and not least, for the golden strap-on dildo! The question is: which White-Wonder should we follow?”

 

[HelenUK44]

They hadn’t been away long but so much had happened. There was a contrast to the cruise, here sex had seemed to be relaxed and in friendship. On Teo’s boat it was much more formal. It was up a notch and really addressing kinks and giving intense please. This is how Helen felt, a used woman whereas Corto got to sow his wild oats and was given every attention. Perhaps that was a test. It was certainly on a different level. It was not that she disliked the sex with the two guys in the massage room, it was Teo that she had not got her head around yet. To her mind he was simply bad news, at least for a girl like her.

‘Follow the lady in white’ whispered Helen. On another day she might have suggested split up and follow each but the events on the boat had shown that there was merit in sticking together at times and this was one such occasion. She felt just a little too fragile to ‘go it alone’. Also the fact that they were searching for a dildo created unconscious bias in the choice of the lady.

Helen pushed Corto forward so that he was in the lady’s line of vision. She turned and gave him a warm welcoming smile. Did this mean anything? Did it mean that they had made the right choice? Helen sensed an atmosphere, a connection between her husband and the lady. She stood back a little and let the two enter whilst she acted as controller on the lift. She was not sure on the controls but she made a stab at holding the lift with the doors closed. She had a feeling that this being the cruise ship that it was, it would likely have this feature.

The atmosphere was electric and the lady in white exuded sexuality. She positioned herself perfectly and then she kissed Corto with passion in the lift. Her stomach was tight against his groin and it was pretty apparent from the way she went about things that Corto was expected to get a full erection from the encounter. Her lips, her tongue, her arms and her hands all worked in unison to give Corto that perfect experience of a passionate kiss in the lift. Perhaps on paper it was not much after what had gone on before but the lady was beautiful and was elegantly and sexily dressed. There could not have been a better partner for a passionate clinch surely.

There was a look of lust in the lady’s eyes when they parted. Perhaps she was just trying Corto out, maybe there would be more to come later but Helen did know what happened in that lift was pure class.

There should not have been a surprise that waiting for the lady in white when the lift doors opened was the gentleman in white. The lady nodded to him and he produced a piece of paper which he passed to Corto. You passed that with flying colours and now for the next step you have to follow the instructions given.

‘I can’t blame your cock for being keen on her’ Helen said and then continued ‘maybe I will encounter the gentleman later or perhaps we both will as a couple. Anyway, what’s next for us Corto, I’m full of energy all of a sudden my love’

 

[KingCorto]

Almost a year had passed since their adventure on the cruise ship, and now, Corto was sitting at a window table at their regular Indian restaurant, reflecting on how it had all gone down. He couldn’t even remember what it had said on the note they got from the white wonder, but he vividly remembered fucking her mouth a bit later that night, after a veritable orgy of cock, pussy, tits, and ass that he and Helen had tackled and enjoyed on their way to the grand finale. They had won the competition, of course, and after dinner LaTitta had indeed brought out the golden strap-on dildo, and proceeded to fuck Helen with it from behind, while Corto had taken position in front, sticking his cock deep in his wife’s greedy mouth before they had double drilled her for what seemed like eternity, and all the orgasms that came with it. LaTitta sound asleep and satisfied, Helen and Corto had retreated after carefully dismounting the golden wonder, slipped out of the suites, and mailed it to Clark as instructed during the telephone call that had ensued.

They’d neither heard from Clark nor seen anymore of LaTitta from that point on, honouring their agreement Clark had let them stay onboard, and it had been a week of horny fucking from then on. When talking about it later, Helen and Corto agreed that they’d lost track of all their sex partners, only that it was many more than either of them had had in their lives thus far.

Contact information had also been forwarded by Clark, with open invitations to get in touch if the couple ever wanted to cruise again. But they’d never taken him up on it. The subject of the trip was never taboo among them, in the beginning, they’d revisited many of the events in fantasy when having sex, and in the longer run, the trip had done wonders to their sex life, which had stabilized at a much higher frequency that ever, and which had become much more varied and enjoyable. And that said a lot, given that their sex life was already both exciting and frequent to begin with. Now, however, it had been a while since they’d talked about the trip while fucking, and for Corto, it would sometimes go days, even a week, between the times when some of the memories would flash behind his eyes.

He was waiting for Helen. She’d been out of town at a convention a couple of nights, and they’d decided to meet here for a romantic meal as they often would. Also often, these meals were followed by a glass of fine wine back at the house, arousal, then the act, often lasting to the early hours of the next morning. Corto was looking forward to it. Three days now without fucking. Corto knew he was privileged as such, but that was a long time for him lately.

That’s when she entered through the doorway, fashionably 15 minutes late, looking stunning, her enormous tits bulging under her low-cut dress. It was a new one, probably acquired during her trip, and from the look of it, she had the same cravings as her husband. Corto smiled at her lovingly and lustfully as she gave a wave and blew him a kiss. She pointed towards the bathrooms, squeezed her thighs together, the signal was good enough, Corto laughed and nodded. As she made her way past the bar and to the ladies’ room door beyond it, Corto observed the turning of the heads and the conversations stopping. It was mostly men, but some women too, that were struck by the voluptuous shapes and curves of his wife, and as always, he counted himself lucky that she was his. It was strange, though, what the cruise had done to his self-confidence. He didn’t fear men around Helen anymore. He certainly didn’t trust the men’s intentions, but that didn’t matter, because he trusted her. And moreover, he trusted himself to deserve her intimacy – as it had been on the ship, she had been with countless men and many women, but they’d always ended the nights and days in each other’s arms, and between them, the passion was always the strongest.

Not many strangers passed through this part of town, and most of the faces around him were either familiar, or dead give-away locals out for a bite. The last few months had however seen some welcomed ventilation, since The Eagle Business Hotel had opened down the street, at least there were some corporate suits and skirts that would fly by once in a while, for a drink, and post-conference friendly chat. There were two slick guys in the bar right now, and Corto observed how one nudged the other when Helen passed, they both looked intently at her behind as she entered the ladies’, then turned to one another, breathing deeply and exhaling, wiggling their hands grinning, before leaning close and whispering to one another, no one could hear, of course, but of course it was very naughty. Corto sipped his cocktail and grinned to himself, thought about how oblivious those two were of what would have transpired a year ago, if on the ship. She’d be inviting them along for sure, or simply dropped and sucked their cocks off right there on the bar stools.

Helen took her time, as per usual on nights like these. Corto gestured the waitress for another drink, and it was served swiftly and with a smile. It wasn’t only his wife he thought about when the memories from the ship came to him. It was also himself. He didn’t know, but he suspected it was the newfound self-confidence that shone through and that attracted all sorts of ladies to him. After the cruise, and even more as the events had faded and he had become more stable as his transformed self, he was getting curious smiles and winks disguised as politeness all around, even proposals, from the clandestine invitation for a drink to the overtly sexual invitations to fuck. Just yesterday, the neighbour wife, Mrs. Winslow, Summer, had propositioned him, or so he believed, acknowledging that he might also be full of himself. But she had done it before, though, and always when her husband was away. Yesterday it was reaching some pillows too high on the garage shelves for her, pillows she obviously didn’t need, since she just left them there. She was in her bikini, though, and she offered him lemonade by the pool, asked if Helen was still at the convention, how did she even know, Corto had thought. And it was that hottie down at the deli. She was maybe too young for him, but Corto sometimes went there only to experience her checking him out with hungry eyes. And Diane at the office, phew, sometimes he had to turn away to concentrate for all the looks she was sending him. None of these women would have seen him like that before the cruise, he definitely was a changed man.

And now Helen was back, the two businessmen looking her over, eyes retracting as soon as they saw where she was headed and Corto looking back at them. Corto only smiled, poor sods, if they only knew, if they got her attention and she would ask her husband, they probably could fuck her after everyone had finished their drinks.

Helen and Corto kissed passionately, then sat down, Helen was full of impressions from her trip, Corto listened, and complimented her on her wonderful dress, and the makeup that was the reason for the prolonged visit beyond the bar. Food was excellent as always, they were getting tipsy from cocktails and a bottle of wine, and desert was being served. It was clear that both of them wanted to go home and fuck, but also that there was no rush, the atmosphere was only getting hotter with the tastes and the dialogue. For Corto, it was also the attention. Around them, it seemed people were admiring them, the waitress stopped by for a long chat, and the chef came out to answer a question they’d had, lingered, savouring Helen’s cleavage sitting before him, and unless Corto was imagining things, Helen was happily turning it towards him, resting her bosom on her arms just right so her tits seemed to pop up and out.

It was only a short walk home, the evening was warm, and there was a soothing breeze. They strolled hand in hand, talking and laughing, stopping for a kiss from time to time.

“That Eagle Hotel seems interesting, don’t you think?” Corto said, “I hear they have a neat bar down there, with pool tables and neon lights. And at work they say the drinks are good. We should check it out sometime. All new faces down there, too…”

Then “And by the way, Summer, Mrs. Winslow, invited for lemonade yesterday. It was really nice. We should have her over for Sangria or something, maybe?”

And finally, “I’ve been thinking about summer… That is, the vacation, our vacation, not Summer the neighbour.” He laughed, looked at Helen who giggled, she got it, he believed, so he continued, “Last year was, well, fantastic, and different!” He laughed again, seeing the memories flash behind her eyes too as he reminded her, she blushed a little, but looked all the more aroused. “I was thinking, maybe this year we have some adventures closer to home?” He stopped, and looked at her, one of her hands in his, his other on her hip, squeezing gently, “I was thinking maybe we only need open our eyes, and there is so much to be explored right in our neighbourhood, honey.” Then he kissed her.

 

[HelenUK44]

Last year’s cruise had done so much for Helen. She had enjoyed sex that she had never had before and had come to the conclusion that she needed to build on her confidence and achieve more. She knew she had been used at times but looking back even on those occasions there were aspects that she enjoyed, like when that monster Teo couldn’t control himself any longer and blew his load into her anus. The feel of his body trembling and then groaning as he grasped her looking for support was one memory that would never leave her. That final night was one when she took it all. Really for her there was too much anal sex but she knew it was a thing with men and that she had to meet them halfway for them to give her the pleasure that she so craved.

It had been difficult for her return to normal life. She was with Corto and needed to be loyal and dedicated to him. Every day she had what she saw as offers which she needed to turn down. She was human though and at times she did encourage and was touched. She couldn’t say that she didn’t have thoughts of other men that she met because she did. She was attractive with a sexy look and men told her so, particularly at parties and after alcohol so she had fantasy. Her vagina though was Corto’s and it was for him to decide on who might have the pleasure of thrusting their penis into it. She made sure that it stayed that way despite obvious temptations.

The cruise had shown Helen what excitement life could bring and she knew she needed more when she arrived back onshore. Corto was perfect for her, she knew that she had the right man so it was her life outside the home that needed change. She put herself forward more at work and took on extra responsibility. She attended more of the social gatherings that were held and so became more known and desired. She was headhunted and took on an office management position with expertise in human resources. The cruise had taught her that she enjoyed people and the way they thought and acted so she was going to specialise in this area. She was young and vibrant and appealed.

The dress she was wearing now was a gift from her current boss, a man nearing 60. She had tried it on in front of him at the convention, showing off her body in her bra and briefs. Of course she had covered her body as best she could and it was no different to being dressed in a bikini but the guy seemed a little obsessed with her. She needed to turn that to a positive. She would need to speak to Corto about him. She had dined with him and danced with him but nothing more, well not yet but it was a difficult one. She would need to pick her moment.

Helen listened attentively as they walked. She smiled and commented, ‘so Enid hit onto you did she. I’m not surprised. It is rumoured Corto that the young man she had been seeing had to move out of the area and she is on the lookout. She’s always eyeing up the guys when I meet her out for coffee and we have touched on the cruise. I am sure that made her particularly interested in you. Sure let’s invite her over, it would be good to put a blindfold on her and have her tied up!!! Do you think you could manage us both Corto or would you need some help from another guy? ‘ Helen smiled mischievously after she had spoken, rather goading her husband.

Helen was only too happy to cuddle and kiss with Corto on the way home. The convention had made her horny. Last night the hands on her back, moving down to her hips and then her bottom, the whispers in the ear and the hardness against her stomach. Her breasts had been on show of course. There was no man in particular, she was just being helpful and being friendly, getting on with her friends, colleagues and acquaintances. After she had said her goodbyes she fucked herself in her room, but it was not the same. She wanted Corto and his cock and his ways. Her boss had text her, telling her wonderful she had looked and what a credit to the organisation she was. She liked that.

There had been noise from next door, Doris a well-built lady who occupied a similar position in a rival firm had been fucking late into night and first thing. At first it was entertainment for Helen and it got her off but in the morning it became rather a worry as it was her boss who she saw creeping out of the lady’s room. It showed he had stamina but just what did it actually mean for her Helen? She knew she would have to get her head around that one with Corto’s help.

Doris wasn’t pretty or sexy even but she was much younger than Helen’s boss, who was married and Helen could see the attraction. She would have to deal with that one sensitively.

‘Yeah the hotel, let’s go out on the pull and see what we can find. A bit of innocent flirting. Let’s let our hair down a bit’ said Helen. ‘We’ve been good for a year and deserve some fun time I reckon’ she continued as she moved her body against his.

‘Why don’t we start now Corto, there’s a dark alley down there and a set of dustbins, why don’t you take me over one?’ Helen asked as she slapped her own bum cheek in the cold air. ‘Yeah let’s do it there’ she said as she lifted up her dress and displayed her upper thighs to her guy. She could sure be a horny tease when she wanted to be!

 

[KingCorto]

As always, Helen had come back from her business trip horny. Corto attributed that to her missing being with him, days of abstinence was rare when they were together after all, and he also attributed it to what she had experienced there. She rarely talked about details, it was more about the work efforts and results, but of course, Corto understood that there was a social aspect to the events as well. Moreover, Corto knew his wife. She was social and flirtatious by nature, it had been what had drawn him to her in the first place, and after the cruise of last year, those traits had certainly not subsided. Corto had seen how she had encouraged hungry gazes with a flip of her hips or a cushion of cleavage, how she didn’t shy away from touches and strokes, allowing men and women to get close, Helen was not shy to return a caress or a gentle brush herself. Corto enjoyed that. And he was sure it was going on during her travels as well.

Corto noted with satisfaction how his ideas appealed to Helen, listening with a smile as she raved on about Summer Winslow blindfolded, jumping on his insinuation to have her physically. I probably was that obvious, Corto though, letting out a small giggle. Helen sure was keen on visiting the hotel, too. She’d probably seen the eyes of the guys at the restaurant, and she probably knew the potential that could be on offer down there, during some event or another.

“You know I can handle you both, baby,” Corto started, looking at his wife confidently, “and if we did get her into our bed, or on our sofa, blindfolded, why not make her the centre? You remember LaTitta and what she did to you with that strap-on, right? Maybe we should invest in one of those, and you could try it out on Summer.”

They didn’t get further in that debate, because now Helen wanted to fuck. And Corto wasn’t gonna be difficult about it, his crotch had been throbbing since she’d entered the restaurant, and now his shaft was swollen and hard as rock.

Pulling her skirt up over her buttocks and her thong down her knees, Corto bent Helen over one of the dumpsters leaning up against the dark brick wall. He let two fingers glide along her slit, already soaking wet, pivoting at her hole, pulling her lips apart and sticking the tip of a finger inside, he unbuckled his belt, and lifted his cock out, let it pulse on her pussy, teasing her so she started to pump backward onto him, impatient, and then he let her have it, pushed his cock deep into her, taking hold of her full hips as he started to pound her deep and hard, the dumpster crackling under her, wagging up against the wall, and just holding her up.

It lasted for a long time, and Corto did see people pass on the street beyond. He didn’t think anyone could see them in the dark in there, though, and he kept on pumping, bringing his wife to a string of orgasms before allowing himself release, pumping his warm loads of sperm into her, while shaking and biting his lip, growling long and low.

--

The next day was set for home office for Corto. Helen had just left for work, and he was sitting down in his study upstairs. His desk was by the window, and through it he saw their back yard and over the fence into the Winslow’s, onto the patch of grass at the far end of their pool. They were almost never there, except Mr Winslow on occurrences, when mowing the lawn. Today, however, one of the sunchairs was there. Corto paused and looked at it. Well, she’s probably just organizing, cleaning the patio or something. Then he opened his laptop and got to work.

He was in a meeting when Summer appeared down there on the grass. Corto’s camera was off, someone was presenting, his mic was muted, and Summer was much more of interest, so his eyes remained at her. He wasn’t sure but didn’t think she could see him. The sun was too strong, and the glare in the windows would probably make it all black. He leant forward, looking over his screen and right down at her. She was in a bikini as usual, and now she was pulling the sunchair around, angling it one way, then another, moving around it, probably getting the sun just right. She ended the chair in a position directly at Corto’s view, then she lay down on it, and wiggled herself comfortable.

Then, slowly, her hands slid up her sides and over her tits, started to tease and play with them, pinch her nipples through the fabric, making herself shiver and twitch. After a little while, one of her hands slowly crept downward across her bare tummy, in between her legs, parting thighs, pressing up on herself, her back arching and knees rise. The little string was lifted aside, and soon, Corto was watching while she slid fingers into herself, started to masturbate, hips rhythmically rising onto her hand, her thumb on her clit as she brought herself to a long series of orgasms. By the time she was done, everyone but Corto had left the meeting, and his hand lay in a firm grasp around his bulging cock in his pants. Unbuttoning and lifting it out, Corto slid back in the comfortable recliner and started to jerk off slowly, closing his eyes.

His imagination conjured up fantasies in his mind as he stroked himself firmer and faster. He saw Summer spreading before him, then Helen, by her side, smiling as she opened their neighbour’s pussy to him, and he sunk his cock inside. Then he saw the Deli chick, kneeling before him and lifting his shaft out of his pants, taking it deep in her mouth. Then he saw Helen again, gangbanged by so many men, more than he could count, he wasn’t sure if it was at the hotel or something that happened to her somewhere else. Flashing around and mixing into one another, flesh, skin, tits, ass, cocks, and pussies, sucking, fucking, jerking, stroking, whining, moaning, cuming. And that’s what he did. Corto unloaded a fountain of cum into the air, splashing down on his crotch, pants, chair and carpet.

Summer Winslow was no longer on the lawn, and when Corto opened his eyes, the sunchair was gone, as well. Pulling his chair up to the desk, his wet cock hanging out from his pants, he pulled the laptop close and opened his email. He soon found Summer’s mail address.

‘Hi neighbour!

Would you like to join us for sangrias? Maybe tomorrow evening? It’d make us very happy!

Hugs,

Helen and Corto’

And he pressed send.

 

[HelenUK44]

Helen needed it, she had been away from Corto for several days and the events of the previous night in the room next door had encouraged her fantasy. The sounds of Doris getting fucked so well into the night and again in the morning had whetted her appetite. If Doris was getting it so casually, why shouldn’t she? Her boss, Donald was married, playing away and showing great stamina. He was seemingly the lucky guy but she would need to check that out and maybe use the information. But what did that mean for his marriage? Maybe at the age of 60 he was not concerned and by the sounds of things Doris was a bit of a dark horse on the sex front. She seemed so formal and proper yet between the sheets it sounded she was full of orgasm. Mmmmm thought Helen.

Corto was his usual competence and fucked so well. Such a long thick length, going deep again and again. He had such control and never released his spunk until she was fully satisfied. She gave him control and he just made love to her so that they both had satisfaction. It happened again and again. They were so well suited but ….. could there be space in her life for a superb lover and some kinky sexual fun. That was in her thoughts, just what would it feel like to have some sex just like on the cruise, kinky fun, but secretly just like her boss was having. It seemed to be increasing his interest and sexual performance. Could that be for her?

Helen loved sex in the dark and her session with Corto. As she tidied herself and left the scene she pointed up against the wall to Corto and said

‘cameras, CCTV, maybe someone was looking in. Perhaps we now have a fan club, maybe we are going to be on the internet’

Helen spoke in jest but maybe she was right. That could happen but it did not seem to worry her, the events on the cruise, now nearly a year earlier had broadened her outlook and toughened her up as far as sexual activities were concerned.

………………………….



The next morning Helen woke in anticipation. There was a feeling in her stomach after the events of the convention that comments and words were going to be exchanged. Some would be in the open and others would just be gossip and rumour. It was always the same. Only a few from the office had gone of course but that wouldn’t stop guesswork or people just inventing things they knew little about. For instance if others got to hear of her boss buying her that dress they would only have assumed it would be for him to take off. They wouldn’t necessarily think that it might be to keep her sweet whilst he was fucking a lady in a similar position from a rival firm. Helen would need to choose her words carefully, say as little as possible and not be drawn into anything she might regret. She was not going to fuel any fire.

The day went well until mid-afternoon when Helen got an email from her boss Donald ‘suggest we meet in the President’s bar at 6 pm for a debrief on the convention. Please confirm you will be there’. Helen did the necessary with Don and also Corto who she told she had to work late to catch up on what she missed whilst she had been away.

It was a formal bar at a local hotel for suits. Not a place where the general staff of the organisation would attend. Helen was conveniently just a few minutes late as she didn’t want to get there first and found that Donald had ordered a bottle of champagne that he had on ice.

‘Cheers to us to celebrate’ said Donald obviously in high spirits

‘Celebrate Don what is there to celebrate?’

‘Well the convention Helen and how you looked in the dress and how you are fitting in with your new role. I felt it was time that we had a little treat together’

Helen wasn’t convinced but Don continued ‘and there was one little thing I need to mention, that’s my good friend Doris who was in the room next to yours and that you might have heard something. Now I would want gossip to get around about that. It was a momentary slip of mine and one I fear I am going to regret. She is now asking for all sorts, threatening to tell my wife and even asking for your job. It’s your job she wants really which puts me in a real quandary. I could pay her off maybe or even you but I really don’t want to lose you Helen. She was such a good fuck as you probably heard Helen but I really want to know whether I have your support’

There was silence as Helen thought about things and Don’s hand reached her thigh. She countered

‘sure I heard you. It rather made my evening, listening to you two and masturbating. Yes my fingers were inside me just a few inches from where yours are now. I came as she came, as you were shooting your cum into her body…………..I was so wet I couldn’t stop myself Don’

Helen let the words sink in and then she continued ‘My thighs are not as big as those of Doris are they Don or my bum as big. Do you like your women big Don and did she let you put it up there. Her arse I mean Don, does she let you do that?’

‘mmmmmm’ Helen giggled as Don’s hand found her panties and her legs opened.

‘you’re a dirty one aren’t you Don, I wondered about the dress, have you been wanking for me honey?’

‘Yes , but you’re married and… well if I thought I had the chance’

‘That’s the thing though isn’t it Don, you’d rather fuck me or maybe you would like us both but if I want to be sure of my job I have got to bend a bit, is that what you mean?’

‘Well yes Helen that is what I am saying, sorry love but I just need some satisfaction, I think of you so much’

Don’s hand was putting increasing pressure on her panties as Helen tried to keep a pleasant face and some control as she felt that her body was responding to him. She swallowed hard and whispered

‘I think we should make for the lady’s washroom, it will be quiet in there’

They left a decent gap in time as they each made their way. Helen saw it as her domain and took control, locking the door and pushing Don up against the wall. She lifted her top matter of factly and gave him sight of her huge bosom nicely encased in a decorative bra.

‘Stay there, don’t move, just look at my face’ she instructed. He was willing. She took his hand and guided it under her skirt and inside her panties

‘now feel my cunt……. That’s it nice and gently, don’t look down, keep looking at my face’

And so he did it as she spoke dirty to him

‘that’s it finger me Don, finger me and make that juice. You’d love to fuck me there, fuck me with that hard cock of yours… yes do it and then again and again.. thrust up into me… watch my tits bounce.. listen to me cry out your name in orgasm and then……

Helen reached for his zip and had no difficulty with his cock, it was straining to get out as she handled it

‘look at me in the face Don, keep looking’

‘yes but this cock liked Doris’s cunt, it loved fucking it, going deep, making her scream and making her cry out.. think of how she stripped for you and kissed you and sucked you… you loved it didn’t you?’

Helen could tell he was about to cum

He panted ‘yes yes yes…. ‘ in the hope that she would stop but she didn’t, she kept wanking him looking at him in the face and smiling. When then time was right she moved her head forward to find that his lips were only too willing. Their tongues touched and they kissed but not for long. He sighed as his knees buckled and his body jolted once, twice, three times as sperm shot from his penis into the air and onto the floor. Long white streams of it. That was his satisfaction for that night with Helen.

Little was said after as they tidied up, the temptation had been too great for both of them. The regained their seats and made small talk before leaving for home and their spouses. Helen knew that this was only the beginning but was confident that she was up to the task.

 

[KingCorto]

After a long shower, Corto sat back down at his desk, dug back into work. It was good times for him, he was up to date, and in fact, over the last few months his contributions had triggered a string of bonuses which meant that excess funds had accumulated on his account for which he currently had no plan. He’d been thinking through holiday homes and improvements to the home, but he hadn’t made his mind up yet. He hadn’t told Helen about it yet, since he was still on the fence about whether whatever the money went into should be a surprise for her or not.

Without having to decide just yet, the workday passed along comfortably. There was a couple of more meetings, he had some documents to look over, still, it wasn’t much past lunch before he was just about done. That’s when the response came in from Summer Winslow.

‘Sangrias for three, huh? It’s been a while, and I thoroughly look forward to it! I’ll be looking into what to wear.

Shall we say at seven?

Summer kisses’

Corto smiled, thinking about how Helen had envisioned the date as a blindfolding event.

‘Seven it is, we are looking forward to Summer, however she may dress, or not.

In confidence, your loving neighbours’

The confirmation went out, and Corto leant back in his chair, feeling his shaft bulge under his pants again. The dream of Summer and Helen was working for him.

It was just a bit later that the message ticked in from Helen about getting home late due to a work dinner. That was okay to Corto, and he responded as much, wishing her a pleasant evening. Then he decided that it was time for a stroll outside. It was a beautiful day, and he’d been spending it inside thus far. It was time to do something about it.

He followed the promenade down towards town square. It was pleasantly shaded, and moreover, it led to the deli, where he intended to stop for a cup of their delicious coffee. Approaching it, Corto immediately saw that there were changes going on. The ample sidewalk in front of the place had been cleared up, and there were now a series of inviting tables framed between flowers and plants under a set of colourful parasols. Gone was the deli-aesthetic, in was the sidewalk café. Albeit unfamiliar, Corto nodded in approval. I could live with this, he thought to himself, sitting down.

His favourite waitress was promptly out and by the side of the table, bursting with energy, giving him her widest grin. “Do you like it?”

Corto looked at her, but could only return the smile before she continued talking excitedly, “The new look, the outdoor seating, isn’t it great? It’s all possible because of the new conference hotel! We get so many new types here now, practically every day, for lunch, then later on, when they want to escape the evening receptions, whatever they may entail, the conference attendants!” She paused a second, but then she was on again, “It’s often just the generics, the executives, economics, tech people, that’s fine, it’s ordinary people. Sometimes it’s special types, though, there was one for some sports association, jocks all around for three days, then there was one for the music industry, something-something, I liked that. And would you believe, next week it’ll be adult video awards going on here! Can you imagine the types that will come in? You should come down and see for yourself!” She winked.

Corto grinned wide, “Well, that’s pretty enthusiastic,” he responded, “and it sounds like business will be thriving in a changing and exciting new atmosphere… Will I still be able to come down for a cup of your great coffee?”

She giggled shyly, “Well, of course, but we do look at improving our wine selection, get more, you know, continental? I just got a crate in; do you want to try our new house red?”

Corto looked around. It was mid-afternoon and quiet. The new clientele was probably wrapped up in talks and sessions, and probably wouldn’t start filling the place up before after dinner time. It had potential, though, this new café idea. “Sure, why not! Nothing more to do today that’s any important, I’d be thrilled to give the house red a go, provide my insight, if I can.”

The waitress clapped excitedly, made a small jump around, and hurried back into the establishment. Corto’s eyes were on her until she disappeared behind the counter, her ass bounced delicately under her apron. At least she was old enough to be serving alcohol, he thought, that was comforting, and he allowed himself to fantasize about her.

The insides, though, still looked the same old deli. There was still a way to go to make this into some chick café for wine and drinks, he thought, so as she returned with a brim-full glass for him, he asked, “But there’s still things that must be done, right? Quite a lift to the interior, quite an investment, I would guess. Do you have a plan for it all?”

She laughed out loud, “Are you asking me? I’m only the help, you know!” Then she smiled again, “But, yeah, there’s a plan, of course there is, the owner has one. She’s looking for local investments, crowdfunding, she calls it, from the neighbourhood. She’s asked me to be on the lookout, spread the word. Are you interested, sir?”

“Corto, just Corto,” he started, then, “investing? In the café? Hm, maybe. I have been fooling around with some plans for something that could fit in with that.” Sipping the wine, it tasted really good, but Corto didn’t know enough about wine to say whether that was an actual property of it, or just his arousal talking to the girl.

“Oh! Great!” She exclaimed, clapping again, “I’m Jennifer, by the way, Corto, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Jennifer brought her phone up, “Let me just get your details, and the boss will get back to you very soon!”

And that’s how Corto got on the list of potential café investors, and landed himself a big glass of wine on the house.

…

Later that evening Helen came home. Corto was sitting in the living room, watching a show. He paused it, and stood to greet his wife, gave her a kiss as she came in towards him.

“I hope the dinner was not to dull!” He smiled, “I’ve got news! Tomorrow there’s a Sangria menage happening right here at seven. And I’ve been thinking about investing in a café! How does that sound? It would be cool to be café owners, wouldn’t it?”

 

[HelenUK44]

'No dinner was quite eventual. It seems that the boss is considering someone else for my role and I just have to work on him a bit so that he sees my better points'.

That was all Helen said and it was put in such a way that she would rather not talk about their meeting. Corto was full of news though and she listened attentively to his words about the café. She just hoped that he wasn’t getting carried away by his chat with a friendly waitress rather than the financial practicalities of the investment. Pretty girls would naturally be interested in Corto and he didn’t need to involve himself financially to get personal satisfaction. She didn’t want to caution against it or dampen his ardour.

‘It’s a very interesting proposition to explore further’ were words which seemed to satisfy Corto. It rather gave him the green light to go ahead. For her part Helen was going to have a word with her boss and she would also mail a female friend for her perspective on matters. She made a mental note to have words with Don the following day.

It was in bed that the two of them first discussed in detail the following evening’s sangria party. There were sweet whisperings and a hardening cock which Helen chose to sit on as Corto continued his explanations of the earlier happenings.

‘so you saw her in orgasm did you Corto, again and again, her fingers working her vagina and she was doing it for you was she, all for you?

‘I think she was Corto, she was fucking herself for you and she will want the real thing tomorrow. This hard thing fucking her cunt, Corto, this hard thing deep inside her’
‘Yeah, her nice big motherly arse Corto, up for you and moaning for you as you fuck her mercilessly. My guess is that she wants you bad if she is doing that sort of thing’

‘How long do you want with her Corto? Yes I’m serious, I can home over a bit later after you’ve filled her pussy with your spunk. It’ll give you a bit of a rest and then we can all sleep together and happily ever after. What do you say my sexy man?’

Of course Helen rode Corto whilst she chatted filth to him and she received his appreciation too. He was a lovely guy.

Come the next day Helen thought she had everything planned, she would speak to the boss about the investment and then discuss the way forward with her career in the organisation. When they met he certainly seemed keen on the investment and he gave Helen some good tips including, written agreements, lawyers, interest, security, financial projections, past trading history, credit ratings of partners, use of funds, shareholdings, control and management. So it went on and Helen made copious notes which she intended to discuss with Corto when she got the chance.

Arrangements for the evening had still to be finalised and Helen thought that maybe if Corto met Summer first it would give her an opportunity with Don. It would remove any conscience she might have but unfortunately things did not work out. Don stalled in that professional way of his and mid-afternoon she found out why.

Doris appeared in a short skirt and tight top and they left together. Helen thought for a bit about where they might be going and then thought she would have a snoop around his office, just casually looking on his desk. There she found on a slip of paper the words …..Park. She just couldn’t leave it there, she had to know, she had to watch. She made arrangements and left the office early to try and track them down. She parked in a secluded layby near the park.

Helen was cautious and she saw them sitting out taking in a coffee. They were holding hands and then they went walking to stop behind a tree. Only for a couple of minutes though before they were in a hurry and looking about them. Behind the shelter they went, like young teenagers. It was quiet and it seemed they were safe. Helen in a carefree way just found the need to walk their way and sit on a bench in the front of the shelter. They were behind in the narrow space between the bushes and the shelter. There was a road beyond the bushes and they couldn’t easily be seen. They could be heard though. Helen heard the goings on behind her, behind the wood which formed a wall of the shelter.

There were comments such as ‘Let’s get that off, let’s lower them down, turn your back to me, just a little more, yes that’s it’. Helen didn't need a lot of imagination.

It was relatively quiet with a few murmurs and rustlings at first. Then the sighs began and the groans. It seemed Doris was getting fucked from behind and she had Don’s cock thrusting between her two big bum cheeks. Helen didn’t know what to do, she knew what she would like to do. But then a middle aged guy came to sit along the bench and started to read his book. He turned his head and looked at Helen and smirked.

He smiled and mouthed to her the words ‘they’re having a good time’ as he pointed his hand behind.

Helen nodded and blushed before looking down at the guy’s groin which he did seem to be looking to protect, if not encourage. Helen looked down at her phone and saw a text from Corto about tonight’s meeting. Now did he want her home for when Summer arrived or should she arrive a little later?