Part 6
The doctor’s boat set off for sea. Our hosts changed into swimwear – the doctor a pair of board shorts and his wife a bikini. We changed into the swimwear we had worn all trip, and I heard the doctor say to my wife,
‘Nice bikini.’
‘I think I’m a little overdressed’, she smiled.
‘You don’t have to wear that if you don’t want to.’
‘Perfect!’
She then stripped naked and got me to do the same. It was not like I hadn’t been in this situation before. Curiously I didn’t find her quite as erotic minus her swimsuit. We then went snorkelling in the sea. It really was pleasurable swimming without any garments on.
Back on board the doctor’s wife asked when we were going to start a family.
‘I hadn’t really given it much thought,’ said my fiancée.
‘You won’t regret it, and It won’t show on your wedding day’. (We were due to marry in four months’ time). After a pause she said, ‘Why not start now?’
‘What? Right here? On this boat?’
‘They’re quite liberal, dear’, I remarked encouragingly.
The sex was amazing, as she spent all of it riding on my cock. It was like she was playing to the audience. I was certainly seeing a different side to her.
‘You enjoy that?’ Said the wife. ‘Good. I’m looking forward to him doing that to me later,’ she said, gesturing towards me.
Oh…my …. God… and then I saw another side to her, exploding out.
‘Didn’t you know? Said the wife, who then explained the position concisely.
‘What the fuck is wrong with you?!’ My fiancée shouted at me.
‘But I hadn’t even met you the first time it happened, and this time, well, I made a pledge,’ I said pathetically.
We got changed back into our clothes, and kept our distance until the boat arrived back at shore.
My fiancée then announced, ‘Right, carry out your scheme, but when it’s over I don’t ever want to see that bitch again!’
The plan was for me to propagate the doctor’s wife every other night, so the next night I met her at the hotel reception, and escorted her to my, sorry, our room. My fiancée was lying on the bed naked, watching television. After a few seconds I said, ‘Shouldn’t you be somewhere else, like in the bar?’
‘No can do. You are not leaving my sight. No more secrets, if you don’t mind.’ She then got up and said, ‘Both of you, take off your clothes’…. ‘Right, you (she pointed at the wife), lie face down on the bed! Now get to it!’
I just stood there and said ‘I don’t think I can, I’m too tense.’
‘Oh … dear’. My fiancée came across to embrace me, and I started to relax, and was able to perform the required duty.
Then the strangest thing manifested itself. With each session my fiancée enjoyed it more and more. I think it was because she controlled the situation, she called the shots. We played by her rules, which resulted in debauchery I didn’t think she was capable of conceiving.
And so the years passed. The doctor’s wife, of course, conceived a boy, while we also had a boy and the girl, and we kept in touch. Every few years we would travel to visit them, and to all intents and purposes, they became part of our family. Hell, what other relatives were like that?
THE END
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