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Strip Poker Threesome at Sea

Inviting Marcus to join me on the boating trip wasn’t strictly professional, I’ll admit. There were some things he would need to see that would help him on the fundraising end – deep dives into the exact kind of micro-biomes our Floridian nonprofit was fighting to protect – but largely this was a vacation for my girlfriend, Katja, and I, and Marcus was a fun little idea. A fun little idea we’d cooked up after the company Christmas party, when she and I got to talking about how long it’d been since we let a little dick join us in the sack. Katja and I were tried and true lesbians, don’t get me wrong. But every now and then it was fun to toy with some masculine energy and shake things up sexually. It kept us on our toes, and somehow always managed to remind us how lucky we were to have one another. Funny how sleeping with a guy will remind you how amazingly kickass your girlfriend is.

Marcus agreed to come along immediately, and I don’t think he was entirely naive to what Katja and I were hoping would happen. He’d been dropping little hints in the office recently, always just shy of flirting, just shy of inappropriate. He towed a fine line, and the longer he walked it the more I wanted him between my legs. Technically neither of us was the other’s higher up. I was in HR, he in finance. Separate offices, even. But we seemed to always find each other around the coffee pot or cooler, and was I imagining that his eyes lingered on mine just a little too intently, his body language just this side of casual? He knew about Katja, had even met her. At that Christmas party the three of us spent almost two hours drinking manhattans in a dark corner and guffawing about workplace drama. He’d asked me about her a few times. How long we’d been together, if we had any kids, if we ever wanted to get married. That sort of thing. Peripheral questions that might lead to a bigger…are you open? How about me? At least that was the way I took it. Maybe I was reading too much into all of it.

Yet somehow, there we were. The three of us setting sail on a chartered sailboat to Andros Island. Katja was a sailor through and through. She grew up reading currents and winds on a sailing team led by her mother, and by the time she was twenty was competing in global sailing competitions and holding her own. So when Marcus stepped on board and attempted to advise Katja on the proper technique for unfurling a sail, he was quickly put in his place and reminded of his status as friend and guest. Not skipper. This was good. I was certain he could smell our desire on us. But we didn’t want it to go to his head.

The first day was uneventful. We let the boat linger at sea, taking our time without rushing to the island. Skies were blue, we ate and drank with gumption, and that night Marcus retired to his separate bunker and we to ours. We woke to gray skies and a light sprinkle of rain.

“Hmm. This wasn’t in the forecast.” Katja furrowed her brow, discontent with what she was seeing.

The raindrops got fatter, and soon they were coming down rapidly. The ocean was calm, that wasn’t the problem. It was just unpleasant to be above deck. So we went down. We grabbed a bottle of sparkling wine and some extra blankets, and prepared to settle in until the clouds parted.

“You two any good at Scrabble?” Marcus was grinning, three champagne glasses in his hands. He popped the cork and jumped back as an overflow of froth wet the front of his shirt. Katja and I held our glasses as he poured, and we all clinked in a cheers.

“I can hold my own in Scrabble. Let’s play something with more of an edge though,” Katja said.

“You a betting man?” I looked at Marcus, running my fingers up and down the stem of my glass.

“I’ve been known to gamble here and there.”

“Gin Rummy.” Katja said, “I just like the way it sounds.” She laughed.

“You two know how to play?” Marcus asked us.

We nodded. Katja and I had a hobby or two involving cards. And, not to brag, but we were pretty damn good. Marcus didn’t know what territory he was getting into.

“Well, let’s go. Gin Rummy.”

“I’ll start as dealer,” I said. “The loser of each hand will deal the next, and so on until it’s over.”

“What are we betting?” Marcus asked. “Our paid vacation time?”

“Not money, too trite.”

“How about…clothing?” I offered, knocking back the rest of my drink as I said it.

Marcus and Katja looked at me, then at each other.

“That sounds like fun.”

“I’m interested in that idea.” Katja circled behind me, running a finger down my spine and smacking me lightly on the ass. Game on.

One hour in. Katja and I were going strong, each having lost only a sock or two but Marcus was down to his skivvies. He was shivering slightly on the stool across from us. I was dealer, he was up against Katja who had just beat me. Marcus had been consistently losing, shuffling in and out of the dealer seat progressively less clothed. Goosebumps covered his chest and his nipples were taut on his chest. I felt a pang of remorse. It was stormy out, and this dude was nude. Just a quick pang though. He knew what he’d signed up for.

“Marcus, I’m sorry, hun. But that’s it. I win again.” Katja laid down her final hand, and Marcus’s face fell in dismay. I wasn’t a fool though. I caught that whiff of exhilaration in his expression. He stood up, making a big show of hooking his thumbs at the sides of his briefs. He jostled his hips flirtatiously, wiggling them around and looking at us seductively. Katja leaned back on the couch she was sprawled over and began singing a ba da da dum dum big band burlesque song. She mimed hitting a drum, and the knickers came down. Usually I was utterly underwhelmed by the sight of a flaccid penis. Now though, I’ll admit, I felt a twinge of excitement. His cock was nestled in a mossy patch of dark pubic hair, which receded into a sexy trail that led up to his belly button.

“There. You happy?” He was grinning. Katja and I looked at each other, communicating everything we needed to with just our eyes.

“More or less. I think you need to stay that way though. A loser’s price to pay.”

His face fell. “Guys. It’s cold. I’m chilly.”

He was pouting, and fuck me if it wasn’t kind of hot. I was irritated at myself for thinking that, but it just was. Marcus was sexy. He was in his late twenties and tall, dark, and deeply fuckable. His skin glowed with a brassy sheen, and the sculpted hills of his cheekbones dipped down into a carefully trimmed covering of facial hair. His eyebrows were dark and bushy, the kind that spread like raven’s wings over a person’s face and nearly met in the middle with the suggestion of a unibrow. He placed a hand over his stomach, and I couldn’t help but notice that even his nails were nice – well taken care of, clean.

“Well what if we found a way to warm you up?” As Katja said this, she was looking at me, not him. I smiled back at her, reaching over with my foot to give her leg a little affirming tap.

“Yeah what if?” Now we both looked at him, then at the bed that was nestled further back in the cabin behind us. It was where Katja and I had been sleeping, and the king size mattress took up the entire width of the space. It was covered with furs and plush coverings, amenities that had come with the ship. Nothing was cozier than being in that bed with the gentle rocking of waves underneath.

Without another word, the three of us made our way toward it, Katja grabbing my hand and his. We all fell onto the mattress, and sat cross-legged in a little circle, looking at each other. Feeling bold, I leaned over and kissed Katja in front of him, placing my hand on his thigh as I did so. He responded, letting his hand trace over my shin and up my leg. As Katja and I made out he scooted closer, and gently worked my sweater off my shoulders. I let him. He kissed the back of my neck. I wound one of my hands around the back of his head and tangled my fingers in his hair. My other hand was holding Katja’s.

We all separated for a second and looked at one another.

“You both want to go for this?” He asked us. Katja and I nodded, then tackled him. He lay stretched on the mattress before us, prostrate, like an offering. His cock was rigid and pointed skyward now, the tip darkened to a rosy purple with the swell of blood. He was grinding his hips downward into the mattress, his excitement palpable as he looked back and forth at Katja and I.

“Fuck you two are so, so, overwhelmingly sexy, it’s unreal.” We were both straddling one of his legs. I was grinding my pelvis down, working my clit back and forth against his thigh. Katja bent forward and took his cock in her hand, kissing the base and circling his balls with her tongue. This turned me on to no end.

I got behind and undressed her as she began to suck him off on all fours. First I worked off her pants, then her underwear. When these were gone, I bent down and circled her asshole with my finger, kissed it. I leaned up and whispered, “I love you,” into her ear, and then proceeded to eat her from behind. I spread her lips and slid my tongue between them, feeling the nub of her clitoris and centering my movement there. I flicked and sucked and tongue fucked. I felt her wetness build until it was slathered over my cheeks, almost dripping down my chin. I slurped and drank her.

Meanwhile, other slurping sounds were coming from above me, where Katja was gagging herself on Marcus’s cock and squeezing his balls in a way that looked borderline painful. I reached up and placed a hand over hers to signal that she should loosen her grip a bit, but she only squeezed harder and Marcus mewed in a sad little yelp.

“Oh, sorry.” Katja rose up, wiping her mouth. “Those are fun to play with, but, you know, I forget. Not used to them.” She was giggling.

“It’s okay, it was kind of hot.”

I figured this was as good a time as any, so I crawled up and sat on Marcus’ face. He responded well, grabbing my ass cheeks and grinding me down against his mouth. His tongue buried itself in my pussy, and I could feel his beard rubbing against my labia. Not painful, just noticeable. I lifted up a bit, and his tongue lapped against me, hitting me where it mattered and setting sparks flying between my legs. I arched my back, and his hands roved up and down the length of it, gliding over my ass, squeezing it. Katja was still going strong sucking dick, but I could tell she was getting bored.

I looked over my shoulder at her. “Katja, babe, you wanna sit on Marcus’ cock?” She grinned with his dick still in her mouth and popped up, situating herself over his hips and lowering herself onto him. They both groaned, and I turned around on Marcus’ face so I could watch Katja’s pussy muscles stretch over his dick. He was buried in her, and as she moved up and down I caught glimpses of his glistening shaft. This was so fucking hot.

Marcus was holding my thighs now, and I was facing Katja, leaning forward and holding her by the back of the neck as she rode dick. Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly parted, and I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting some of Marcus’s precum on her lips.

“Mmm,” she moaned, “I can taste myself on you.”

“I can taste Marcus on you.”

“Ha, who is who?”

“So many flavors happening.”

“Give me another taste.” And she was pulling me back towards her, her mouth locking around mine.

“Ooo!” I gasped. Marcus had found my asshole and was treating it to a little finger play. He pushed lightly against it before circling it with his tongue and focusing his attention there. All my nerve endings were humming. Katja’s tongue was slick in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I was watching her wet pussy swallow Marcus’s shining cock, and my entire pelvic region was humming with pleasure.

I bent forward and licked the base of Marcus’s dick as he worked in and out of Katja. My back was cramping, but it was worth it. I could taste both of them. Katja’s hands were in my hair, and I licked her cunt, too, all the while Marcus still feasting on me.

Suddenly, Katja straightened her back and hopped off of Marcus. She gestured to his lonely looking penis, wet and hard and begging for more. If it could make a sound right now it would be a whimper, it looked so distraught at Katja having moved away from it. I took up the task and straddled him, teasing a little before I let him enter me. I moved his tip around my opening, pushing it in a little, moving it out, dragging it up the length of my wet slit and circling my clit with it. He was groaning, almost shaking. I looked up at his face and was struck again by how attractive he was. His head was arched back and his mouth was quivering in a pert little ‘O.’ He had a gap between his front teeth, and from this angle, seeing his face contorted with desire, it was so deeply hot. Katja and I had done good on this one.

I gave in and let him have me. It had been a minute since I’d gotten some dick, and my eyes opened wide at the sensation of something hot and fleshy and animate filling me. Katja and I loved a good strap on, but the warmth of a real body truly was something else. I pumped up and down on him, slowly at first, feeling my pussy muscles grip his cock as I pulled up. I worked my hips in small circles, and a low groan began in his throat. Katja was behind me, her hands at my breasts. She was teasing my nipples, pinching them, pulling on them. Her hands moved lower and then she was at my clit, massaging it from behind while I rode Marcus. I was in heaven, and I lifted my hands up above my head and closed my eyes. I was all sensation, all feeling, all lust and carnal, blood-pumping desire. My body was throbbing and I felt like I, myself, was a drug. The very best kind.

Katja was nibbling at my neck, and she whispered, “You’re beautiful, love,” into my ear. I turned my head and kissed her, her lips sweet and salty. She smelled like the sea, and I remembered we were floating in the center of the ocean. A tiny boat, with three bodies bumping and rocking in motion with the waves. I became aware of the current underneath us, and the swell of the ocean’s rhythm mirrored the waves of pleasure swimming through my body. I felt I was both in and out of myself, and my pussy was the core. Katja’s fingers playing me like an instrument, Marcus filling me with something warm and animal. I wasn’t human, I was just sex. I was screaming, I realized. Screaming toward the ceiling and I hadn’t heard myself until the orgasm began building in the pit of my stomach. It pulsed outwards, and my pussy swole and gushed in a river of cum over Marcus’ shaft. I collapsed forward, heaving for air. I remembered my body. Everything felt so very still, and I reached for Katja’s hand.

“Holy shit, babe, that’s the hardest I’ve ever seen you come I think. Are you seeing stars?” Katja had lowered her face to mine and we were both lying against Marcus’s chest. I moved my face closer and kissed her.

“Thank you.” I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. We looked at each other like that for so long I lost track of time. Marcus cleared his throat somewhere above us, bringing me back to earth.

“It’s really, uhm. Well it’s really incredible how much you two love each other. I just…I can really see it.” We smiled at him, shyly at first, and then with another veil of intention behind our eyes.

Katja hopped up and straddled his chest. She bent down and kissed him, then scooted her ass backwards toward his cock. She mounted him again, and he sat up, maneuvering her onto all fours and fucking her from behind. I knew Katja liked it deep, and the way her mouth was contorting, I could tell this was really doing something for her.

I decided to crawl underneath her, my head facing up and towards her pussy. I licked her clit this way, Marcus’ balls gently slapping against my forehead. I could tell he was getting close by the way his fists were clenching and unclenching. I moved my head to the side and glanced up just as I saw his forehead furrow in a telltale way, and he gasped toward the ceiling. He pulled out, and cum came hot all over Katja’s ass. I was feeling frisky, so I popped up and licked a little bit off. Marcus’ eyes rolled backward in his head. I could tell he liked that.

But now I wanted to make sure my girlfriend got her own. I rolled Katja onto her back and buried my face between her legs, licking her in exactly the way I knew could get her off in just a few minutes. At this point we knew each other’s bodies so well, the orgasms came strong and swift almost by just looking at one another.

Her hips buckled upward and I knew this was it. Marcus leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, biting lightly. That sealed the deal, and she came, shaking, against my lips. The three of us collapsed in a pile on top of the furs.

“Hmm, there’s more than a few wet spots to maneuver here,” Marcus observed.

We giggled. I couldn’t remember at what point all my clothes had come off, or Katja’s, but the three of us were fully nude and sticky with each other’s cum.

“I’m going to shower.” Marcus hopped up, heading for the bathroom.

“Wait a minute, no no no, Mister.” I wagged my finger at him. “If I remember correctly you were the loser of Gin Rummy, no? I think that makes you last in line for dibs on the shower, frankly. Sorry buddy.”

He looked at Katja and I on the bed, one fist poised on top of a hip popped to the side. He was grinning.

“Nothing gets by you, does it?”

“Nope.”

“Well how about this; since there wasn’t an official winner, what do you say we all shower together? Call it even?”

Katja and I looked at each other, then back at him. I could just make out some dimples through his beard, and his gapped teeth were making me frisky all over again.

“Yeah, I’m into that.”

“Ditto. Down,” Katja added.

Marcus took us by the hands, pulling us up from the bed. We stood that way for a moment, hands interlocked, looking at one another. And then we disappeared behind the glass door of the shower.