My husband, Johnny, and I dated for about a year before we became an exclusive couple.  Exclusive in that we were in a committed relationship, which we call cage-free.  We both were in love with each other, but not in love with being held captive by a partner in an exclusive relationship.  Having both been married before and having suffered the pain of being incarcerated by our former spouses, neither of us had any interest in anything less than an open relationship.   We had one rule, and that rule was that there were no rules.  We were, and still are, free to explore whatever and whomever we desire without limitations.  We take pleasure in each other’s pleasure.

During our first year of dating, we both continued to date others regularly.  It is more accurate to say I was the one who continued to date others regularly.  Johnny was quite content with dating just me after having come off a several-year binge of traveling around the world and dating a host of luscious ladies.  He was fortunate enough to sell his tech company in his thirties and made it a point to enjoy cars and women who spoke German and Italian.   When not flying to some far-off exotic location or hiding out in his waterfront bachelor crib in the islands, he could be found on his yacht with a host of play pals plying the warm waters of the Caribbean.

Somehow, I was the one to tame the wild beast to the point where he was sated and happy with just me as a lover. Well, okay, maybe an occasional lover from time to time, to sweeten the pie a little. He was ahead of me on the “sated curve” as I had just come out of a sexless marriage a year before we met, and I was in the “phase two of sowing wild oats” stage of life.  Phase one of sowing wild oats was during college.  I was happy, ridiculously horny, and more than ready to explore new things, including lovers.

There are more than a few times when I would meet Johnny for a drink after I went on a date, having been sexually ravaged.   He would look at me as I sipped my drink with a knowing smile.  I’d smile back and get wet knowing that he would soon be asking me about my date.  He wanted every sordid detail and would practically cum just listening to me tell him how naughty I had been.  This became one of our favorite games and remains so to this day.  It is how we are wired.  We both get off on the other having sex with other people. Cheating is not anything either of us considers.  We have full permission to enjoy our sexual desires and take pleasure in sharing our experiences.

One date is still etched in my mind.  It was the date that first revealed how much Johnny enjoyed my extracurricular sexual activities.   Johnny and I had been platonic friends for about six months before we became sexually involved.  I know that sounds crazy, but Johny was taking a bit of a break from dating and was enjoying hanging out with me doing friend-type things.  We hiked, climbed, played tennis, ran, dove, sailed, flew, cruised, traveled, raced cars, and just had fun together as buddies.  He did not want to muddy up our friendship by bringing sex into our relationship.  It was quite a challenge for us to hang out together and not just hop right into bed.  The sexual tension was incredible and just built up over time.  I was continuously wet when I was with Johnny and practically begged him to have sex with me more times than I can count.   In essence, we were each other’s most difficult sexual challenge.  Not because I wouldn’t let him fuck me, but because I wanted him to, and he wanted to resist the nearly impossible temptation.

I would continuously drive Johnny crazy with desire by tempting him every chance I got.  I made a point of going braless and wearing short skirts.  I even wore skirts when we went hiking, without panties, so I could squat and pee on the trail when the need arose. I got off on him watching me as much as he enjoyed watching.  I’d go naked while on his boat, even with friends on board.   He was determined not to lay a hand on me.  I was determined to have him lay more than just his hands on me.   As a result, we became best friends and developed a deep affection for one another, laying the groundwork for an incredible relationship.

I continued to date guys while hanging out with Johnny, so I was more than sexually satisfied.  Even so, I was always in a heightened state of sexual arousal around him.  I wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel his hands and mouth on me.  I wanted to feel him deep inside me. The sexual tension was intoxicating.

One night, it all changed.  I had been enjoying going on dates with guys I met online. I met this one guy who sounded like he would be fun to meet.  He was my type—blond, blue eyes, good build, handsome, and intelligent.  I agreed to meet Jason for dinner at a local restaurant on the bay near my place.   We hit it off at dinner.  He had a great sense of humor—a fantastic attribute in my book.  Make me laugh, and you are halfway there.

After our dessert, Jason asked if I would like to go for a boat ride. He told me he kept his boat moored at a dock just down from the restaurant.  I was used to boating, as I had spent quite a bit of time on Johnny’s boat, The Sea Goddess. It was July, so the weather was warm, and the water was calm.   The sun was just about ready to descend over the horizon. I agreed to go for a short ride.

Jason’s boat turned out to be a tugboat named “Bad Dog”.    So different than the luxurious Goddess.  He had restored the little tug from the keel up.  A little over 30 feet, she was a compact, green and white beauty.  Long retired from service, the Dog, as Jason affectionately called her, was now just a toy he used for day cruising. 

In short order, Jason helped me step aboard and then guided me to the little wheelhouse. He then fired up the engine and cast us off from the dock.  The sun dropped down below the horizon as we made our way out into the bay.  City lights began to emerge on the horizon as we slowly chugged along.  As the sun dropped further, I relaxed into the rhythm of the engine and watched Jason concentrate on the glowing charts and instruments.

There is something about being on the water that gets me excited.  I’m talking sexually excited.  I felt myself growing moist at the thought of being alone with this hot guy in the confines of the wheelhouse.  We were in a public setting, yet not in a traditional public space.   Other boats were cruising around.  I was sure they could see us in the wheelhouse as they passed by, which added to the excitement building inside me.

I was standing next to Jason as he handled the tug when he asked me if I would like to take the wheel.  Not being one to watch, I jumped at the opportunity.  I also knew a thing or two about handling a boat, as Johnny let me enjoy quite a bit of wheel time onboard the Goddess.

I stepped in front of the small wooden wheel, spread my legs a little, and took hold with both hands.   Jason pointed out a light on the horizon as he stood next to me and told me to steer toward it.  I was bound and determined not to make a snake wake as we chugged along.

By now, the sky was jet black, and everything disappeared but the lights of other boats, lights on the horizon, and the glow of the charts and instruments.  The little tug felt good in my hands.  Sturdy and strong.  I felt Jason step behind me and reach his arms around to place his hands on mine.  Not a word was spoken as he stepped closer and pressed into me.

I could feel my pulse quicken as the warmth of his body added to the already warm wheelhouse.  I could feel myself respond to his presence.  His hands began to move up to my wrists as he pressed harder against me.  I could feel a lump pressing against my lower back.  I knew he was getting hard, which made me grow wetter.

His hands moved up my arms until they were stroking my upper arms, which I moved closer into my body so his hands would press into the sides of my breasts through the light fabric of my white sundress.  I felt the warmth of his hands move from my arms to cup my anxious, braless breasts.  My nipples hardened to his touch and pressed into his palms.

I felt my knees grow weak at his touch.  He cupped and gently kneaded my breasts as he bent down and rubbed his cheek against the side of my head.  He nuzzled my hair and neck as I tried to keep us on course.

Slowly, he slid my dress off my shoulders as I removed my hands from the wheel and pulled my arms free, letting it drop down to my waist, exposing my swollen breasts.  His hands continued to feel my naked flesh as I pressed back into him.

I could feel myself throbbing between my legs as his hands moved down to my belly.  His hands were warm as they drove down and pulled my dress up until they were stroking my thighs.

I gasped as his hand moved over until his fingers began gently exploring my hidden treasures, which lay just out of touch beneath my panties.  I gasped as his fingers snaked their way beneath the sheer fabric to slide around in my warm juiciness.  I took my right hand off the wheel as I spread my legs wider to give him better access to my swollen womanhood.  I reached behind me and felt his swollen cock through his jeans.  His hand met mine, and the two of us worked together to undo his jeans to free his more than ready penis.

I felt myself grow wetter as my hand explored his large, swollen cock.  I leaned back into his chest as I circled the perfectly shaped head, while gently teasing him at the top of his shaft with my fingernails.  I could feel his breathing grow heavy as my hand moved down the full length of his manhood until the warmth of his large, full balls filled my hand like two large, warm peaches.

I grew wetter as two of his fingers spread my liquid lips wide while a third entered me like a small, hard penis.  He fucked me with his finger as I moved my hips to the rhythm of his strokes.

His rock-hard cock was as big around as my wrist. I wanted to feel him bury himself inside me.  To feel his manhood stretch me to my limits.  To flood me with his man nectar.

He removed his fingers from my wetness and dropped his jeans down to his ankles, then grabbed his cock and placed it between my ass cheeks.  I spread my legs further to give him better access to my now oozing pussy,  and leaned further over the wheel, not taking my eyes off the horizon.

My heart pounded as Jason pulled my panties further to the side with one hand and rubbed the tip of his cock against my wetness with his other.  His now slick cock slid between my legs.   I reached down and pressed the juicy tip against my engorged clit.  Moving back and forth as I held his rigid cock against me, I could barely stand.

He slowly slid back and forth against my hot pink flesh, tormenting me with desire or him to enter me.  Moving my body back and forth against his hard, slick cock, he was finally pressed against my opening. I reached down between my legs and helped him enter me.  Slowly, he slid inside my wet pulsating center. My heart pounded as he slowly pulled out, until just the tip of his long, thick cock was barely inside me, then slid back in, until I could feel his smooth, shaved balls pressing against my ass.

His rigid cock filled me as he began to move in and out to the rhythm of the engines.  His hands once again found my breasts as I guided us toward the light on the horizon. His rhythm picked up as I moved in sync with him.  His hand moved from my breast down to my clit.  He began to rub my hard, swollen button as he continued to slide in and out of me.  There was no talking, no kissing, no connection between the two of us, other than his cock inside me, his one hand on my breast, the other toying with my clit.  He could have been anyone at that moment, and it would have felt the same.  Fucking incredible.  The sensation of a hot hard cock moving in and out of my wet, swollen pussy.  Pure animal fucking in its rawest and most primitive form.   I was getting fucked, and that was all that mattered.

As Jason slid in and out of me, I watched as a boat passed slowly by us. I knew they could see my bare breasts and Jason’s long, thick cock fucking me from behind.  The thought of being seen while fucking sent me over the edge.  The secret inner uninhibited side of my sexual personality was firing on all cylinders.  I was lost in the moment, insatiable, and wanted the entire world to see what an exhibitionistic whore I was at that moment as I began to cum, and cum, and cum.

I squirted a little as I felt Jason explode inside me.   I could feel his cock twitch as his warm cum shot into me.  He grabbed the wheel to steady himself.   He pressed down onto my back as he gathered his wits and slowly slid an inch at a time out of me.   I pulled my panties back in place to absorb our juices before they poured out of me onto the deck.

After catching my breath, I reached down and pulled up my dress.  Jason warmly asked me to turn the boat around and head back to the dock as he pulled his jeans back up before lovingly wrapping his arms around me.

We cruised back to the dock in post orgasmic bliss and total silence.  Not a word was spoken to break the magic sex induced spell.  After securing the boat, Jason walked me to my car, thanked me for such a wonderful evening, kissed me goodnight, and walked away.

 It was almost as though we had never even touched each other, though I knew we had done more than touch simply because my panties were soaked completely through and my thighs were sliding together.

I began to drive home, then decided to drive to Johnny’s instead.   Johnny knew I was going on a date earlier and told me to drop by afterwards if I was so inclined.  I was still vibrating from post sexual endorphins when I drove down his long, secluded driveway. 

Johnny greeted me at the front door in a T-shirt and shorts, smiling and offering a hug.  A hug that lasted a little longer than usual.  I felt a bit self-conscious with Jason’s cum still seeping out of me.  This was the first time I had met Johnny after going on a date after having full-blown sex with another guy.

“Umm, you smell good,”  Johnny said as he hugged me. 

“So do you.”  That was all I could think to say as my mind froze at the thought that he could tell that another man’s cum was oozing out of me. 

“Would you like a glass of wine?  I just opened a nice cab.”

“Sure, that would be nice,” I said as Johnny led me outside to his sandstone terrace next to the dimly lit pool.  The sound of the waterfall cascading down from the rock spa into the pool was the only sound to be heard. “So tell me, how was your date?”

My heart skipped a beat as he handed me my glass of wine.  He had never asked me about my dates before.  This was something new, and I wasn't sure how to respond.  “Not much to tell.  Nice enough guy, had dinner, went for a ride on his tugboat, nothing special.”

“Nice Guy? Ride on his tugboat? Where to?  Don’t need to know about him, tell me about this tugboat of his.”  Johnny said as he took a sip of wine.

“Well, yeah, he has a tugboat.  It’s called Bad Dog, and we just took it for a short spin out on the bay.  Nice tug. He completely restored it as a day cruiser.”

“Sounds romantic,” Johnny said as he walked over, sat down, and plopped his feet down into the spa.

I sat down next to him. “A little”, I said as I looked down at my feet dangling in the water next to his.

“Just a little?”  Johnny asked as he looked squarely at me with a knowing smile.

“Ok, well, maybe a little more than a little,” I replied, smiling sheepishly.

I could feel myself becoming aroused as our conversation continued.  I could swear Johnny was getting aroused, too, for some strange reason.  It was almost as though he was getting off on me getting off with another guy, the opposite of what I had ever experienced with a man.  Usually, a guy would get angry and distant when another man’s name was even mentioned.  Now, here I was sitting next to a guy I was crazy about, and he seemed happy that I had gone out on a date with another guy. I was confused, but at the same time intrigued, turned on, and enjoying the rush of energy I was getting from it.

“How much more than a little?”  Johnny asked, egging me on.

“You know, a little,” I said apprehensively,  just before taking another sip of wine, which I was beginning to feel.

“No, I don’t know. A little could mean anything from a kiss to, well, you know.”  Johnny said laughingly.

“No, I don’t know.  Why don’t you tell me what else it could mean?”  I said, pursing my lips and staring at him with a smile, enjoying the banter.

Johnny laughed and took another sip.  “Oh man, you aren’t going to let go of this, are you?”

“You started it, now let me hear you say it,” I demanded with a laugh, taking another sip of wine as I grew gutsier by the second.

“Ok, I’ll say it.  A little could mean anything from a kiss to having sex. There I said it. Satisfied?”  Johnny asked as he grinned.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you said having sex.”

Johnny cut in. “Why? That is pretty much the gamut.  Kissing to having sex and whatever falls in between, but there isn’t much that goes beyond having sex, that I can think of. Why are you laughing so hard?”

I was indeed laughing so hard I was practically peeing. Though I wouldn’t be able to tell if I peed or not, I was so wet.  I knew I had entirely soaked through my panties and my dress.   “I’m not laughing about the gamut as you call it, what I am laughing about is you calling it having sex.  Why not just call it what it is?”

Johnny laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, and just exactly what would you call it?”

I looked Johnny square in his eyes, and simply replied, “fucking”!

“Oh, you are bad, Chel, you indeed tell it like it is, one of the things I love most about you. Well, did you?”

“Did I what?” I asked as I felt myself begin to drip again.

“You know.”

“No, I don’t know. Did I what?”  I repeated with a smile as my heart skipped a beat at the thought of telling Johnny I had just fucked another guy.  I wasn’t sure if I was excited or scared.  Both emotions feel the same.  Not knowing how he would take knowing that I was leaving a puddle of cum on his lovely sandstone terrace beneath my ass.

“Did you fuck him?”  Johnny blurted out as he placed his hand on my thigh.  A surge of energy shot through me as I felt myself freeze.  My mind raced. My heart pounded in my chest.  I thought for a second and decided to just go for it and see what happens.

“No, I didn’t fuck him.”  I said as I looked at Johnny.

He looked down at his empty wine glass.   “You look disappointed.  Would you rather have heard I fucked him?”  I asked as my throat began to constrict.

“Ummm, I’m not sure.”

“What do you mean, you’re not sure?

Johnny took a sip of wine and looked at me.  “It’s weird, but I was kind of hoping you had sex with the guy.  The thought turns me on, to be honest with you. Does that freak you out?”

I took a long sip of wine.  “No, it doesn’t freak me out. It turns me on thinking of you getting turned on thinking of me having sex with someone else.  Now is that weird?  Okay, now we know we are both weird, but in the same way, which in my book makes us not weird because if we are both weird, then we cancel each other’s weirdness out. Right?”

Johnny laughed as he began to rub his hand up and down my thigh. I could feel myself growing wetter. “So, you didn’t fuck him?”  Johnny asked as he moved his hand farther up my thigh until his little finger was pressed into my soaking wet panties. I winced as he began to ever so slightly rub me.

I took his glass from his hand and set both our glasses down, turned toward him, took hold of his hand, spread my legs, pulled my panties aside, and put his hand on my pussy which I’m sure felt like a warm soup.  Just before kissing him, I whispered, “I really didn’t fuck him, Johnny, he fucked me.”

Our tongues thrust into each other’s mouths for the first time, as his slippery fingers explored my swollen, juicy cunt.

Johnny pulled his mouth away.  “I knew it, that’s so hot. Tell me every little detail. I want to hear everything.”

“Everything?  Are you sure?”

“Yes, everything,” Johnny replied as he reached for the bottle before pouring each of us another glass of wine.

I proceeded to tell Johnny exactly what had happened, how Jason had gotten behind me. How he unbuttoned my dress, felt me up, fingered me, pulled my panties aside, slid his cock between my ass cheeks, fucked me, and how we both came at the same time.  He listened intently and hung on every word as though he was vicariously feeling me up, fingering, and fucking me as I spoke.

I felt his rigid cock beneath his shorts as his hand once again found its way under my dress, where his fingers found cum soaked panties.  Slowly, he stroked my well fucked pussy beneath my panties, languishing in the slippery folds of my center.

Once again, our tongues met in an urgent erotic dance.  For the second time that night, I was being sexually ravaged by a man.   Except this man was more than just a stranger with a cock, he was my best friend.

We pulled our feet from the spa and lay back on the warm sandstone. Johnny kissed and licked my breasts before kissing his way down my body.  His tongue licked my soaked panties, circling my clit. I could feel more liquid flow from me as Johnny hungrily rubbed his chin, nose, and forehead between my legs. He licked and sucked my juices through my panties before snaking his tongue beneath. I gasped as I felt his warm slick tongue delve into me like a small, warm penis. Moving in and out, lapping up my sweet naughty nectar.

Johnny pulled my panties off, then buried his face between my legs. His mouth worked its magic as though he were starving for a meal of warm, sweet cum. He licked me clean of my earlier lover’s offerings,  then pleasured my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, before swinging around until his cock was above my mouth, where I licked the sweet precum nectar from the bulbous tip of his beautiful, firm flesh before sucking it deep into my throat.  I was on fire with desire.  A desire more intense than anything I had ever experienced.  I had found a new level of sexual lust.  I pulled my mouth from Johnny’s cock just as his mouth vacated my pussy.  He moved around until he was leaning down above me.

Once again, our mouths met.  I could taste the sweetness of Jason’s cum as our tongues once again began their hungry dance.  Johnny lowered himself down upon me, my legs spread wide as his cock slid effortlessly up to his big, smooth balls into my previously well fucked pussy.  We continued to kiss as we fucked until once again, for the second time that night, I felt the familiar gush of hot, juicy cum filling my ready and willing womb.

As we lay together on that warm summer eve, catching our breath, Johnny kissed his way down my body, to feast on me until I was licked clean.  Once again, we kissed, and I hungrily enjoyed the taste of his cum.  Johnny pulled his mouth from mine.  “So when are you going on another date with your tugboat friend?”

I smiled as his tongue circled my nipple.  “I’m not sure if I’ll see him again, but I’m meeting a friend for dinner this Saturday night.”

Johnny kissed me gently. “Will you come over afterwards for a glass of wine?”

I smiled as waves of excitement surged through me. “If you insist.”

Phase three of sowing wild oats had officially begun.