by Matthew Lee
In the morning Andrew set the groundskeeper to clean up and then had Charles get the boat ready. I told Emma what I’d done and she felt relief, like she’d been hiding a secret from a friend.
Charles barely remembered our outing from a year previous and I had to give him directions all over again. Vegetation was a year denser and we motored past the inlet the first time but I had him swing the boat around and when I spotted a tall Poisonwood tree, I told him to drop anchor.
I explained to Andrew what I’d seen last time but minimized how much exploring Emma and I had done. He was excited to go so we ran a quick test and over the side we went. I acted confused for a few minutes and then as if I’d remembered and aimed over the shelf and for the ocean floor. Andrew followed.
As the murk cleared and our eyes adjusted, the shape of a galleon formed. Andrew’s helmet had floodlight LEDs, which he clicked on, and brilliant light filled our pit.
Adrenaline surged. Hundreds of tiny silver sparkles shone back at us. We looked at each other with bug-eyes. He knew what he was doing so I moved aside. Within minutes he’d cleared a section. Silverware and jewelry glittered all around. He pointed towards the surface and we left the ocean floor behind.
“That’s a lot,” he exclaimed as he pulled his mask off. “Well done, Sam!”
He swam over to the boat and told Charles to call the house and have a second boat join us. He gave additional instructions for which tools to bring and who to call in Miami. He turned and hugged me fiercely.
Over the next few days we learned the ship, La Delgada Señora, was part of a small fleet attached to the Angustias, a Spanish galleon headed out of Havana in seventeen thirty-three, when a hurricane hit and first scattered and then sunk them all. We scrubbed the ocean bottom until we were sure we’d found everything.
Halfmoon Key was swarming with reporters within hours. They interviewed Andrew and then me and then Charles, but Andy and Charles gave me all the credit. The ambassador to Spain contacted us hours later and came to visit the island and offered Andrew a reward, which he took. We’d not hit some monstrous mother-lode but the haul was decent.
We celebrated over a casual dinner that night and Andrew handed me a check for eighty-five percent. I was floored. Emma cried with joy.
Well after midnight we’d moved to the ballroom when my wife approached me about one of Andrew’s European associates, Marcel. She found him attractive and wondered if I was okay with her spending some time with him. I knew what she really asked.
“You mean alone.”
She gave a quick nod.
“I must tell you, Emma, this new thing you’re doing hurts. I admit it sounds exciting and dangerous, like walking along a cliff’s edge, but we’ve always shared these adventures. What you did recently with Andrew and what you are now suggesting worry me. Why are you shutting me out?”
She held my chin and kissed me. “Sweet Sam, I’m twisting the dagger. You like it, don’t you? You told me you masturbated the whole night I was with Andrew.”
“True.”
“If deep down you truly hated it, how could you have done that? I think you love it. I’m thinking of new ways to play.”
“Is that why you do it? To torture me?”
“Partly, but also because I feel naughty. I’m a married woman, alone and in another man’s arms. Baby, I get so wet. I feel so adventurous.”
“It scares me in many ways.”
“Yeah,” she grinned. “Like a roller-coaster.”
I sighed. “Point him out to me.”
She scanned the crowd. “Over there. Under the sunset painting.”
I looked where she indicated and saw a tall mulatto man, more black than white, about thirty-six, shaved head and small gold hoop earring. He had angular features and an athletic build and even I could tell he was handsome. I felt instantly intimidated.
Emma giggled. “Your face tells me exactly how you feel,” she said. “Which makes me want him even more.”
She kissed me again and wandered away, grinning at me once over her shoulder. Minx. I watched her ass disappear into the crowd.
I looked down into my glass and saw only ice cubes so I headed for the bar. After a quick refill, I found the sunset painting and looked beneath it. Emma stood inches from Marcel, her fat tits trapped behind the twin yellow triangles of her bikini top, pressed against his muscular chest. He had his fingers laced behind her head. She held her denim skirt tightly to his hips. They shared an animated conversation, smiling and laughing. Emma caught me looking but kept her face blank as she studied me.
A strong hand clapped me on the back.
“Here’s the man of the hour!” Andrew spun me around. He was tipsy. “I know it wasn’t a huge haul,” he continued. “But I love that our names will be written down in history as the guys that found her. We’re Indiana Jones, man! That’s wonderful.”
He raised his glass of Scotch. “To the Slender Lady.”
I raised my glass to touch his. “To the Slender Lady.”
We gulped alcohol. He went on about the adrenaline in his veins as we approached the ocean floor and he saw the skeleton of the ship and his excitement uncovering that first trinket. Others were pulled into the conversation and it was twenty minutes before I could check on Emma again. Of course, she and Marcel were gone. I told Andrew I was headed outside for fresh air and he nodded, already focused on some black-haired short skirt from Spain.
I had no idea where Emma was or if I should even try to find her. I wanted to watch, because I liked that, but then I wondered if I’d ever witness Emma do something I’d rather not see, like form an emotional connection to a man which would rattle me. I doubted it, but one never knows what life has in store. In the end, I returned to our cabana to wait.
She came home two hours later, high on weed, looking like she’d fucked a football team. Her legs barely held her upright. I wore a light robe, opened in front, and as I surveyed her carnal evidence my penis rose. Sperm trickled from her pussy and a dried circle looped her mouth. Her lips were swollen from use and her pussy looked ravaged.
I helped her sit on the bed and she spotted my erection. She closed her fingers around it.
“I love you, Sam.”
“I love you too, Emma. You were a bad girl tonight.”
“No, not tonight. I’ve always been one, on the inside. This last year has taught me I can be one on the outside, too. My amazing husband loves me no matter what. I’m the luckiest woman. I hope you know how much I love you.”
“I do, Baby.”
She faced me, suddenly serious, blood-shot eyes deep red. “No.” She held my chin as I tried to undress her. “I mean really, really, deeply love you. We have so much to do together, so much life to live. I feel like we woke up this last year and only now are realizing our true selves. The universe is opening doors. This new lifestyle has many unexplored levels to it. We’re only just beginning.”
I chuckled. I felt what she was saying. “I think you’re right, Honey. This has been a great year.”
“I have an idea, Sam.”
“What?”
“Let’s buy a house, a big one, like Andrew’s. We can be the king and queen. Andrew can come visit us at our place. You know what I’m saying?”
“I do.” I left the kids out of it for now.
I tossed her bikini top and skirt against the wall. My penis waved in front of her face and she instinctively guided it into her hot wet mouth. She worked me over for several silent minutes.
“Should I give Andrew his baby?”
Blood surged to my dick.
“Should we have this conversation while you’re high?”
She nodded slowly. “I kind of need to be high a little bit. This is serious shit. Life-altering, you know?”
She looked all around the room, her gaze drifting from furniture to luggage to wallpaper. She continued. “You’re such a good daddy, Sam. I mean it. I watch you with our kids. You’d be an amazing father to this child too. You woul
dn’t care it was mine and Andrew’s. You’d only see the half that was mine. You’re centered. You have a strong ego.”
“You’ve thought about this.”
“I have. We tell family and friends the baby is ours, of course. You and Andrew have similar skin tone, hair, and eye color. Only a paternity test would prove the baby wasn’t yours.”
She put my dick back in her mouth for a minute.
“You’re saying you want to do it.”
She stopped sucking and aimed bleary eyes at me. “I’m leaning that way.”
“Why, Emma? Why do you want to have Andrew’s baby?”
“Too many reasons to name,” she said. “We owe him, he’s wonderful, money, it’s terribly scandalous and turns us both on. I feel how hard your dick is, Sam. You love a little humiliation. This would be a big dose yet you’re still hard as steel. Will you consider it?”
Was this crazy? No man lets his wife get pregnant with another man, right? She was right; I found the idea scorching hot. My balls were so tight my scrotum was almost gone. Forget about the money; this was major life event stuff. I tried to ignore how hot the thought made me and imagine the negative possibilities of doing such a thing, but all I could think of was if we ever got divorced, which I knew we wouldn’t, we’d have one child that wasn’t mine. But Emma had been right; I love being a dad. I’d still care for that baby like my own.
I was too turned on to think straight. What turned me on the most was the way my wife wanted it. Emma wanted Andrew to get her pregnant.
I tried to understand what it must be like from a female point of view but failed. What do I know about carrying a baby inside me? I found it far easier to imagine what Andrew would feel and I admit, that was pretty intoxicating. Knocking up another man’s wife had to be the ultimate power-trip. What an ego rush. I imagined getting Debbie pregnant and looking at Paul and my dick grew even harder.
Emma’s question still hung in the air. I couldn’t answer. Conflicting emotions raged inside me and kept my mouth shut.
Emma sucked hard and surprised me with a finger up my ass. My head exploded! I grunted and spurt a blast of jizz down her throat before I knew what was happening to me. I saw stars. She finger-fucked my rectum and I came so hard I started coughing. Sperm flew out of my like I had no control.
Where had she learned that trick and why hadn’t I known of it before now? This orgasm was different from any other. I guess she rubbed my prostate, and that felt astonishing, but there was also a delicious sensation from my sphincter having something to hold and squeeze as my balls drained. My head spun.
We flopped onto our bed. She was asleep almost instantly. Poor thing. I did a slow examination of her body, thrilled by each bite mark and handprint I found. I gently parted her pussy lips and eyed the cloudy milk leaking, fully aware that was black man’s sperm flowing out of my wife. Hot. Marcel had used her like a whore and her sweet and serenely sleeping face told me she’d loved it.
For three days, our collection of friends and co-workers ate, drank, slept, and fucked. Emma stuck by my side throughout. I saw her wave to Marcel a few times and Andrew too, but at least for now, she’d scratched that go-it-alone itch. She wanted to be near me all the time.
On the fourth day, the crowd began to leave. Ones and twos, at first, but then more the next day and even more after that. By Friday afternoon only myself and Emma and Debbie and Paul remained of the guests. Andrew sent most of the staff home too and the five of us moved into the mansion.
Friday night Debbie and Emma spent with Andrew in a loud and wild threesome while Paul and I watched Die Hard in the den. He kept shifting in his seat, trying to get comfortable, and I asked if he was wearing that steel cage.
“Oh yeah.”
“Can I see it?”
“Why?”
“Emma has mentioned she wants me to try one.”
He shook his head. “Not your style, Sammy. You’re too assertive.”
I considered mentioning Andrew’s breeding offer but decided not to. The whole thing seemed intensely personal.
“Emma says I’m always in charge. She wants to try reversing our roles sometimes.”
He gave a little shrug. “Try it then. Maybe I’m wrong about you.”
“What’s it like? Why do you wear it?”
He untied the front of his sweat pants and pulled them down. His dick was wrapped in heavy wire mesh, his testicles had thick wires separating them and pulling them apart. I noticed for the first time the cap over the head was held in place by a hollow tube which ran inside his urethra an inch or two. I leaned closer and he lifted his hips slightly.
“Since you already share Emma, I don’t need to tell you about that aspect. I notice you rarely take another woman, preferring to watch Emma with a man.”
“All true.”
“I feel the same way watching Debbie, only more so. This cage is an extension of that arrangement. I couldn’t take another woman if I wanted to. I feel a constant reminder of Debbie’s higher position.”
I noticed his trapped penis had begun to swell. Tiny squares of flesh poked through the mesh.
“Is this turning you on?” I asked.
He shifted again, lifting his hips and moving his penis and scrotum to rest on his inner thigh. He looked about the same size as me but it was hard to tell with the cage around him.
“Yeah. No worries, nothing gay. There is also an element of humiliation from wearing this and I love being humiliated. Nothing too rough but just you seeing me like this is pretty exciting. Plus, I can hear Andrew making Debbie moan.”
I tilted my head. He was right. Someone was making her moan and I heard Emma her moan too. I wondered if Andrew serviced both women at that moment; cock in one, tongue in the other. Paul gave me a look.
“Now imagine your dick is locked away. Another man makes Emma moan like that and your penis has been locked away, any chance of reclaiming your wife eliminated.”
He kind of had a point. My turn to shift uncomfortably. Emma had been right; there were yet many undiscovered facets to this life.
“You ever sucked a dick?” he blurted.
“No.”
He nodded his head knowingly.
We finished the movie and said goodnight, then retired to our rooms. I spent the night listening to Andrew and Debbie drive Emma wild. In the morning, Paul and Debbie headed for home.
If.
My mouth might as well have been stuffed with cotton. I trembled all over. We were well past midnight.
Andrew stood at the foot of the bad, absurdly rampant and throbbing. His cock head was brilliant red, the plump shaft behind it, purple.
Emma lay nude on the bed, her torso propped up with pillows. She gazed down her body and between her legs at that angry monster coming towards her.
If.
Emma and Andrew only had eyes for each other. I sat off to the side, watching, trying to find a comfortable position. When a clear drop of cum welled at the end of his cock, to me, it might as well have been poison.
IF.
Once Paul and Debbie left the island, Andrew, Emma, and I had a nice long talk. In the end, we reached an agreement; for sixty days, Emma would only fuck Andrew. If she became pregnant, she’d carry the baby for him. If not, she’d go back on birth control and Andrew would pay us half the money anyway.
I couldn’t breathe.
Andrew wanted to get started immediately. I thought we should wait until we got back to Vegas. Emma sided with him, eager to open her legs to this conquering king. I saw it in her eyes; this arrangement changed everything.
She looked at him with runaway lust and insane levels of desire. Andrew would be fucking her now with purpose. This went way beyond the pursuit of pleasure, physical and voyeuristic.
My wife and I stared at his enormous cock and I realized now I was just like Paul. I wore a cage too. Mine wasn’t metal or visible but for the next sixty days, I had my penis wrapped up and removed from the equation.
If you
think that made my dick go soft, you are dead wrong. I was as hard and throbbing as Andrew. The difference was my erection served no purpose, I would ejaculate to no end. My seed would hit the carpet or the bedspread but his would get injected far up inside my lovely wife where they would quickly set to work seeking her egg.
He reached the bed and walked forward on his knees. His cock swayed like an elephant’s tusk. How gratifying this moment must be for him. I wondered how many times he’d take her over the next two months. We hadn’t discussed that. I supposed as often as work or the other inconveniences of life allowed.
Why did his testicles have to be so big? I felt like I was only truly seeing his cock and balls for the first time.
Emma whimpered with impatience. She wiggled her hips, ready for penetration. Her labia were already swollen with anticipation and excitement. She wanted him so badly. I realized if I tried to stop it now, neither would allow it.
Andrew kissed up her thighs to her stomach and then higher to suckle her nipple. Emma groaned loudly with desire. I saw his erection brush her cunt hole and she jumped.
He moved his mouth higher and they kissed. “Put me in you,” he whispered.
She bit her bottom lip and reached for him but stopped, reconsidering. She turned to me. “Sam, come here. Show me this is okay. Take his cock and guide it into me.”
I hesitated but then left my chair. What was I going to do? Besides, I’d held his cock and pushed it into her before. He leaned back so I could see how close he was to her opening. I gripped him at the thick base and nudged him forward. His head covered her opening, so much wider than her hole.
“Kiss me, Honey,” she whined.
I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers as I pulled him forward. She exhaled as he speared her. I pulled harder and slid my arm out of the way as their bodies met. He sank every meaty inch deep. My wife sighed.
I returned to my chair and began stroking my dick, but not too fast. I suspected this would take a while. I tried to keep my attention on his big cock pumping in and out but occasionally glanced at them kissing. His mouth explored her body, devouring her breasts and nipples, nibbling her neck. This was not a simple fuck and I knew she’d orgasm fast, which she did. I almost shot my load way too soon hearing her cry out.
