A Night to Remember

Geoff and I had been on our boat on a sailing vacation to the Bahamas last summer.  We were about midway through our 2 month trip and had anchored by an uninhabited island in the Exuma chain.  Being on a cruise of this duration there were times when it was my time of the month and as intercourse was sometimes uncomfortable, then Geoff would have to take matters into his own hands as it were.  I encouraged him to do so and during the evenings, under the stars, I would masturbate him or give him oral.  Other times I would just watch him to touch himself and bring himself to orgasm.  I loved watching. On day we were anchored by a deserted beach having an afternoon swim.  I had been through my cycle and both Geoff and I were more than ready for some fun that night after several days without.  We loved to make love on deck under the stars and were disappointed to see another boat stop and anchor about a hundred yards away.  Oh well!! After anchoring, our neighbor took off in his dinghy and vanished for a couple hours, returning about midafternoon.  Instead of going to his own boat he motored over to ours and came alongside.  With a "hello" he introduced himself as Ian and told us he had been catching lobsters and offered us some.  Who can turn that down? To reciprocate we invited him for drinks and he ended up staying for our lobster dinner.  We all wore swim suits and we had a swim too. I was cleaning up the dishes while Geoff and Ian went on deck. Each reclined on a bench seat with the walkway in between.  I could hear them talk about theier sailing.  Ian had been sailing alone around the world, having left New Zealand a year before.  He told Geoff that the only downside to single handed sailing was the lack of female company.  Geoff, having been without for almost a week was in agreement and commented that nothing beats a blowjob after dinner.  Yea, they both agreed to that ! I had had enough wine to be impulsive.  I went up the stairs and without thinking placed a hand on each of their chests and simultaniously ran my hads down under their swim trunks.  I don't know what prompted me to do that, but I just did it. Almost instantly, I had a stiffening dick in each hand.  I said " you guys won't get much desert with those swim trunks on".  They both shed the trunks in a heatbeat.   I starteed masturbating them both at once. I pumped faster and slower and both men were going crazy.  I found myself sucking on Ian and then Geoff, taking turns going back and forth.  At some point I found I had gotten out of my suit as well. Finally, as I was sucking Ian, he exploded and I had a mouthful of cum, which I mostly swallowed.  I then leaned over to my husband and brought him to orgasm too.  I had two mouthfuls of sperm in as many minutes. They lay there recovering and I said that " OK, now it is my turn and you both owe me". With that I went below to a bunk. After a few minutes Ian came in and laid next to me.  He spread my legs and gave me an exquisite orgasm with his tongue.  He did mot stop there.  He crawled on top of me and easily penetrated me.  I made no effort to stop him.  He pounded me, filling me with his ejaculate when he came.  I could feel spurt after spurt fill me. After we lay there a while Ian got up and left and Geoff came in the cabin.  Without a word he went down on me.  I could feel Ians cum drip from me and my husband was lapping it up, I cam again very intensly.  Geoff mounted me and filled me up juast as Ian had done.  That is how the entire night went.  I was tag teamed many times.  By morning I had sperm all over me.  Both of them had eaten each others cum from my pussy more than once.  The cabin smelled like a sperm bank. When it got light we were all exhausted and I was sore.  We had dozed and had all woken up naked and covered in sex.  When it was time for Ian to leave we could not find his swim trunks.  The night before when he had tossed them aside they must have gone overboard.  He left us by climbing into his dinghy, naked, and returning to his own boat. I gave him my swim suit bottom as a keepsake. Geoff and I are still married. We don't speak of that night often but occasionally recall "that night".  The thought of "that night" still makes me wet!  Mostly we bring it up when we masturbate together on our boat under the stars.