Barb and Bob - Swinger Boat Party

I'm Bob, and my wife is Barb, a beautiful, petite, Asian. It was a nice weekend day. Barb and I were looking forward to cruising on our boat with some friends we invited. Our boat was good-sized, about 45 feet long, with two bedrooms, a good-sized cabin, and small kitchen area. The four friends we invited all belonged to the swinger group we were part of. They were one couple, Pete and Karen, a single girl Jules, and Barb's fuck buddy Ray. Jules, like Barb, is a pretty, petite, big boobed, LBFM Asian. Everyone was eagerly awaiting a day of good company, nice cruising and great sex.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the water calm, not too hot, not too cold - very comfortable. Our guests arrived right on time. We had snacks prepared, and even though it was morning, wine if anyone wanted. They did - let the fun begin!

Cruising to the restaurant

As soon as we were away from the marina, the girls hurried below to change into their swimsuits. Ray, Pete, and I were on the bridge when they came back up. Our jaws dropped when we saw their bronzed bodies in colorful, small bikinis. Jules was absolutely rocking her tiny string bikini with confidence and style! She looked incredible and was radiant in the barely-there fabric that left little to the imagination, showing off her pert little body. Of course Barb and Karen looked amazing in their colorful bikinis! Barb's black with white trim bikini perfectly complemented her complexion and showed her nice shape, while Karen's geometric design highlighted her toned figure. The three of them exuded a beach goddess vibe with their hats and stylish sunglasses.

As they made their way to the foredeck, Jules in her own frisky way, wiggled her little ass as only she could, turned her head back to make sure we saw it, and gave us a big smile.

The girls eagerly spread their towels on the foredeck below the bridge where us guys had a perfect view. With laughter and smiles, they took their tops off and playfully helped each other apply sunscreen, making sure every inch of exposed skin was protected. The scent of the lotion filled the air, adding an extra layer of tantalizing sensory stimulation. It was especially exciting when they spread the lotion on their boobs and asses. We guys could not resist the hedonistic pleasure watching as they meticulously and slowly rubbed the lotion all over each other's practically naked bodies. It was going to be a great day! I didn't know about the other guys, but my cock was already stirring.

We cruised lazily along the shore passing beaches crowded with people enjoying the beautiful weather, and opulent homes. Our plan was to have lunch at a popular restaurant on the shore. As we got near it, I sadly told the girls they had to put their tops on. I had Pete take the wheel so I could go get the lines ready for docking. I wanted to show off for the people on the shore, so I had each of the girls handle one of the three lines. I told them all they had to do was when we got close to the dock to throw the line to someone who would be there. Confident they could do it, I went back up to the bridge, but had Pete and Ray go down and be ready to help the girls just in case.

As we approached the dock, I noticed that there were only a couple of the usual dock boys hanging around. However, by the time we were almost alongside the pier, the scene had transformed dramatically. Suddenly, at least ten young men had gathered, appearing ostensibly eager to assist with our docking. Yet, as I observed them more closely, it became clear that their primary motivation wasn't just to help. With sly grins and playful banter, they were more likely there to gawk and admire my bikini-clad crew. The girls loved being the center of attention, flirtatiously tossing their hair back and flashing radiant smiles.

After a nice lunch, leaving the dock was a replay. As soon as my bikini crew went on the deck to take in the lines, the group of guys materialized like magic. Getting underway, from the dock there were lots of waving hands, and a couple of guys throwing kisses. I think any of those guys would have given anything to trade places with Ray, Pete, or myself.

Going to the cove

Our next destination was a small, uninhabited island with a secluded cove. We guys, preparing for a day of play and fun changed into our swimming suits.

The girls claimed the foredeck as their domain. With the sun shining brightly upon them, they shed their tops and embraced the freedom.

In the spirit of the occasion, I turned to Pete and Ray suggesting they whip up a couple of pitchers of refreshing drinks to get the party atmosphere rolling. They readily agreed, and before long, they emerged from below carrying two pitchers: one filled with Margaritas and the other brimming with Rum Punch. The libations, with their sweat and enticing appeal, weren't really needed to help the girls feel more at ease. After all, they were already well aware of the unspoken truth that this cruise was, at its core, a floating sex party—a hedonistic escape from their everyday lives. However, as the cocktails flowed and glasses clinked, the slightly tipsy state they found themselves in certainly enhanced the overall enjoyment of the experience. That delightful buzz not only made conversations more spirited and laughter more infectious, but it also elevated their fun quotient to new heights. With each sip, they felt bolder, more adventurous. Ultimately, this heightened sense of exuberance was sure to ripple into their sexual explorations, amplifying their desires, in the end making it better for us guys.

As the girls lifted their glasses in cheers, the two pitchers began to disappear quickly. With every sip, the desired effect of the drinks set in, and the laughter grew louder and more animated. The girls called out to Pete and Ray as they headed back down to mix up two more pitchers, "Hurry back - we miss you already!" With the boys momentarily away, playful ass grabbing and cheeky nipple pinching ensued, each act met with shrieks of delight and laughter.

Blowjobs On the foredeck

Arriving at the cove I anchored the boat. We all settled down on the deck over three towels spread out by the girls. I found myself beside Karen, her laughter infectious. Across from us, Pete and Barb shared a playful banter, while Ray and Jules exchanged meaningful glances.

The atmosphere was charged with excitement as we raised our glasses high. "Partayyyyy," we all toasted, our voices ringing out in unison. With a relaxed intimacy, we draped our arms around the shoulders of our chosen partners, drawing each other closer, feeling the sensual warmth of skin against skin. The playful banter morphed into light teasing as the guys found daring ways to explore the boundaries of affection, hands finding their way to familiar territories. A lazy whisper of excitement rippled through the group, punctuated by soft moans as we reveled in the closeness of our bodies. Yes, it was going to be a great day!

Kisses began as soft pecks, gentle explorations of lips that soon deepened. Our mouths met, each kiss a silent promise of something exhilarating, while lips trailed down necks and across collarbones, igniting shivers of delight. Glasses emptied quickly, laughter accompanied by the playful refills, each sip further dissolving any residual hesitation.

The atmosphere evolved into one of daring freedom. Hands roamed unabashedly, fingers dancing across curves and contours, lingering where desire dictated. We became lost in a carousel of tender touches and fervent kisses, feeling the rush of adrenaline in every shared glance, in every touch that lingered just a heartbeat longer. More moans slipped from our lips.

Pete took the lead, as he playfully tugged at Barb's bikini bottom, which slid down effortlessly. Watching him in front of me remove the little clothing my wife had on leaving her totally naked, my fervor instantly shot up, along with the hardness of my dick. With a shared rush of adrenaline, Ray and I quickly followed suit, removing Jule's and Karen's bottoms with the same eager intensity.

The heavy kissing began, lips exploring one another with urgency and passion, while hands roamed freely over bodies. There was a flurry of groping genitals, boobs, asses; fingers tangled in hair, and hands glided across smooth skin. Heavy sounds of moaning filled the air.

As the kissing intensified, we felt the warmth of the girls' bodies against ours, their skin soft and inviting. The sensation was intoxicating. The girls were clearly turned on, their arousal evident. If their behavior wasn't evidence enough of their excitement, the clearly visible wetness on their labia was. It was mesmerizing — a glistening sheen that drove our desires sky high.

On our side, the evidence of our own excitement was undeniable too; precum dripped from our cocks, a mix of anticipation and sensation that left us all breathless and craving more. Each moment seemed to stretch, as we surrendered to the primal urges that had overtaken us.

Three beautiful, naked girls, three naked guys, under the sun on the deck of the boat in a seclude cove. It could have been a porno film. Pete, Ray and I couldn't hold back any longer. At the same time, we went to push the girls down so we could fuck them. But they said "NO!"

Taken totally by surprise, all I could say is, "Huh? What happened?"

The girls were in control. They commanded, "stand up! NOW!"

The three of us, Ray, Pete, and I, stand in a line before Barb, Jules, and Karen, three beautiful, naked nymphs kneeling in front of us, our hard dicks pointing straight out. The gentle rock of the boat beneath us and the warm breeze caressing our bare skin adds a tantalizing rhythm to the scene. They gaze intently while our bodies respond naturally to the moment, our cocks twitching up and down, rigid and ready. The girls begin to lean in, their lips parted slightly, their tongues darting out to lick the salty pre-cum from our swollen heads. The sensation sends shivers down our spines, and our dicks yearn for more. They start off slowly, taking their time as they gently explore the sensitive areas. They wrap their tongues around the heads of our cocks with a soft, teasing motion, skillfully alternating the pressure and rhythm. The sensation is intoxicating, drawing out waves of pleasure as they savor each moment, their tongues dancing and twirling playfully, eliciting responses that build in intensity. Their attention shifts to explore the entire length of our shafts, gliding their tongues along their smooth surface. With each upward stroke, they savor the sensations, only to retrace their path back down, fully immersing themselves in the experience. The rhythm of their movements creates a mesmerizing pattern, as they continue to alternate between gentle licks and more deliberate caresses. Each pass reveals new sensations, captivating their senses as they explore with both curiosity and enthusiasm. Into wide open mouths our dicks push, the sensation electric for both us and them. Their tongues swirl around eagerly, sucking and licking with an insatiable hunger. Their hands glide over us, skillfully stroking and twisting, exploring every inch with a tantalizing touch. The rhythm intensifies as pleasure envelops us, igniting a fiery connection that leaves us yearning for more. The intimate dance draws us deeper into ecstasy, each movement fueling our desire.

I feel a jolt of pure lust as Barb, with her long, black hair flowing down her back, her warm mouth wrapped around the base of my shaft, her head bobbing up and down. Pete is moaning softly as Jules, her shiny black Asian hair framing her face, her eyes never leaving his as she sucks him deep. And Ray, he's lost in a world of pleasure as Karen, her blond, locks dancing around her shoulders, works her magic, her teeth grazing his sensitive flesh ever so slightly, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

The sound of the waves lapping against the boat's hull mingles with the soft slurps and moans of our impending climaxes. The scent of the ocean and the faint taste of saltwater in the air enhances the eroticism of the situation.

I could feel the impending wave of pleasure building within me. Every nerve ending was alive, signaling that I was on the brink of release. Next to me Ray wore an expression of sheer ecstasy, his breath growing rapidly as he approached his own climax. Across from us, Pete's body was taut with anticipation. The sensations coursing through our bodies grew as we drew closer to that euphoric moment.

Just as we are on the brink of the awesome apex Karen firmly commands, "Guys, all of you move over." With a new guy in front of them, the girls' lips and tongues danced across their new, eager partner. As they indulged in their desires, the girls focused on the intricate pleasures of their new connections as they shared the warmth and thrill of carnal intimacy, fully immersed in the moment and each other's erotic satisfaction. This was something totally new and never imagined - a blowjob line!

Now it's Jules who is giving me the most exhilarating oral pleasure. Her skills are remarkable, and how pleasurable her mouth feels against my prick. Waves of delight course through my body. Every soft stroke, every gentle caress of her lips creates a symphony of sensations that heighten my pleasure. It's as if every nerve ending is awakened, and I find myself completely lost in the moment.

I see my wife concentrating on Ray's erection. She gives good head, and she's giving her best. Tonguing his helmet, licking his balls, stroking his shaft. I tell Barb, "That's the way Babe. Suck it like a lollipop. Lick it like and ice cream cone!"

Keeping her focus on the dick in her mouth, she nods her head, and Ray tells me, "Oh my lord! Your wife's cock sucking skills are outstanding!"

It seems like we just got started with our second pairing when Karen calls out, "last time guys - switch again." For the second time us guys transitioned to another girl, the last of the three. Different lips, different tongues, different hands, different hard rods. Same salacious feelings, but stronger. Of course we're loving it, but wondering if the girls are going to edge us again, deny us the elation of orgasm a third time?

As reading our minds, Jules asserts with a playful determination, "Boys, you are going to give it to us now!" The atmosphere is instantly transformed to excitement and urgency.

The air crackles as we respond to her challenge, transitioning from a state of anxious anticipation to one of fervent enthusiasm. Each of us becomes deeply absorbed, enveloped in a whirlwind of frenetic sucking and stroking. Our breathing is ragged, our hips moving of their own accord, desperate for release. The anticipation is unbearable, our cocks pulsing with the need to spill our seed.

My body tensed; the wave of imminent pleasure built inside me. My breath quickened, and an overwhelming sense of euphoria flooded over me making coherent speech almost impossible. All I could focus on was the impending release that promised to envelop me in bliss beyond compare. Barely able to get the words out I yelled, "Yes, yes! I'm cumming baby!"

Stroking fast and hard, as sperm erupts from my cock, she points it at her chest. When it was all done, her tits were covered and it ran down her stomach and pussy.

Next to me Jules had Rays dick engulfed in her mouth. As he moaned louder and louder, she grabbed his ass and pulled him hard into her mouth. Every drop was swallowed, none leaked out of her lips. About the same time, aiming for her wide-open mouth, Bob spewed jizz all over Karen's face. In that moment, it was all about intense, unrestrained, erotic pleasure. Indeed it was turning out to be an outstanding day!

We all sat down to unwind; the girls used the beach towels trying to wipe sperm off their bodies. It was idyllic with the bright sun, a light breeze, and small waves lapping on the hull. The breeze would blow strands of the girls hair over their faces that they pushed back over their ears. The gentle wind carried the scent of sea water, sunscreen, and sex.

The scenario also had a tinge of eroticism. Jules and Barb were sitting with their legs crossed, showcasing their gorgeous, well-groomed, silky-smooth pussies. The effect was to keep my dick semi-hard just looking at them, with an occasional tug.

The sun was bright and hot. Our sunglasses helped only a little with the glaring light. Together with the heat made it apparent that a change of location was in order. With a collective nod, we decided to make our way up to the boat's covered bridge, where the shade would be some relief from the blazing sun. On the bridge were two captain's chairs, and two built-in benches covered with soft cushions - more than enough room for the six of us.

I made my way below to the kitchen to mix another pitcher of drinks while the others headed up the steps to the bridge. I couldn't decide what to make, ultimately settling on mojitos thinking the fresh, scented mint leaves would be refreshing on a day like today.

Sex On the bridge

As I arrived on the bridge with the drinks, I saw that the others had already started. Karen was sitting backwards on Pete's lap as he slouched on one of the couches. Jules was fucking his face while standing on the cushions and holding his head by the hair. With her legs spread wide to the sides, my stunning spouse was seated in a captain's chair facing the open space with Ray kneeling in front of her, which surprised me not at all.

Why? Ever since the first time they met, Ray has been passionate about going down on Barb's Asian pussy. Without exaggerating, 'passionate about' isn't strong enough - he's infatuated with going down on her. Every swinger party they are both at, he loves getting between her legs, licking her slit, sticking his tongue in her hole, sucking her clit. And she loves being on the receiving side, saying he is a cunnilingus artist who eats her pussy better than anyone.

And there he was, five feet in front of me, on his knees, his face buried between my wife's thighs, totally engrossed in the act that was his specialty. The soft moans from Barb's lips were a mix of joy and abandonment. It was raw and primal. I was captivated by what I was witnessing, and he was completely engrossed in what he does best. It went straight to my cock, turning it into a raging hardon.

Barb's head was tipped back, her eyes closed, her hands gripping Ray's hair, holding him tight against her crotch so he couldn't escape - not that he wanted to. Her ecstasy was seen by her body twitching, her hips rocking, swaying, and circling. Vocal manifestations of her arousal were, "Ohhhhh's, and ahhhhh's". The most pleasing aspect was when she called out to me to make sure I was seeing her pussy being devoured by a different man. Everyone was occupied, so I put the drinks down and stood next to Barb where I had a good view of her pussy and Ray eating it and started masturbating while watching them indulging themselves.

Pete was in his own Earth version of heaven. A beautiful Asian girl standing over him fucking his face, a beautiful blond bouncing up and down on his cock. Jules was grinding her pussy on his mouth as hard as she could. He reached up to squeeze her big, bouncing tits - she moaned with pleasure, her lust was fast rising.

Standing over Pete's thigh, Karen carefully lowered herself guiding his rigid pole until it was all the way in her. She could sense Pete's anticipation, his breath shallow as he embraced the feeling of her hot, wet, pussy sliding down his cock. Their eyes locked together until with a final push she was balls-deep. Slowly at first, her body moving with a tentative rhythm as she adjusted to the rigid rod impaling her, she began to bounce up and down, each ascent and descent sending pleasure radiating through her core. Faster and faster she went, gasping as she surrendered to the powerful high that enveloped her. Each time she descended almost all the way to his balls, she felt a rush of adrenaline. With every powerful bounce, Karen reveled in joy and ecstasy, her heart racing in sync with the rhythm of her body rising and falling. It wasn't long until the euphoric peak of pleasure washed over her with a scream, "Yes, Yesss, Yessssssss!"