I love doing with these people – 5

“I love doing with these people” Part-5 Continues…..

“Steven must be happy as a clam then. He loves to fish, and if he can fuck while doing it, even better,” I snickered, as Stella woke just then having heard me.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, now smelling the coffee as Thomas poured her one.

“Morning sweetie, we were just talking about Steven and how he loves to fish so much.”

“Yeah, that’s Steven all right, but what’s so funny about that?” My wife asked me to take a sip of her coffee.

“Well because, he’s just earned himself a new nick-name, fish-fucker!” I told her, especially after what Thomas just told me. Said he saw them on the stern of the boat, Steven with a pole in his hand, and his pole in Maria at the same time.”

“You’re kidding me! Now that’s funny!” Stella quipped trying to imagine it.

“Not only that…but Maria had her pole in hand as well, leaning over the railing, Steven sitting there sliding in and out of her, trolling his line. Damndest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Sounds like we need to find a nickname for Maria too then,” Stella mused, wondering at what we might come up with.

“Best that we don’t come up with any sort of a fishy nickname,” Thomas responded with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, maybe not,” Stella agreed, and then we all got a good laugh as we sat there thinking about it anyway.

**

Although we had planned on spending an additional day here, Thomas had told us that they had been planning on pulling out and moving on to a spot unofficially called Pirates Cove. It was named that because of an old sunken ship, a rather large sailing vessel had gone down in about forty to fifty feet of water. A group of amateur divers had found it, and over time had created a sort of secret club whose members would come out and dive on the ship for fun.

The reason it had some secrecy behind it was due to the fact that it had become a bit of a secret game being played within the club. Members would hide valuable artifacts on board the ship, leaving things there for other members of the club to look for. A manifest of discovered/found items was then posted and listed on the website.

“So you mean you actually hide stuff on the ship for other people to look for?” I asked Thomas curiously.

“Yes, that’s part of the fun of it, we’ll be hiding some jewelry on this trip ourselves, about two thousand dollars worth in fact.”

“Damn, seems like an expensive hobby if you ask me,” I told him to which he laughed at.

“Only if you don’t find anything in return. So far, we’ve been coming here every year in order to do this, and right now, we’re well over the twenty thousand dollar mark in discoveries. It’s kind of a fun and interesting challenge to look for things, and then when we do, listing and posting them on the club’s manifest so that others can see what they missed, or overlooked. Anyway, we’re headed up there today so we can dive on the wreck sometime later this afternoon. You’re certainly welcome to come with us.”

Maria had wandered over at this point and had been listening. “Have you ever gone scuba diving or snorkeling Jack?” she asked me.

“Snorkeling a few times, yes, but even then nothing too elaborate.”

“Have you ever made love under water while snorkeling?” she then asked.

“No, I can honestly say I haven’t,” I said grinning at her. “Though that does sound interesting.”

“Oh it is…trust me. Nothing like it, especially under the water. It’s like floating in space perhaps, a sense of weightlessness, freedom of movement unlike anything you have ever experienced before. You really should come with us, and though you certainly wouldn’t be expected to actually dive on the wreck as we’re planning on doing, I do think you and your wife might find it an interesting experience to enjoy yourselves under the water without any limitations of movement getting in the way.”

I rather liked the idea of that, and had soon discussed it with everyone else. We decided then to up anchor and follow our new found friends up to Pirate’s cove and spend the next couple of days there.

**

We arrived at Pirates Cove late in the afternoon. Not too surprisingly, we were the only one’s there as we pulled in. Thomas had told me there really wasn’t any sort of beach area there, the water being as deep as it was. Though he did point out to me some cliffs that we could dive from, taking in their small skiff if we decided to spend some time doing that. The waters were calm, and at the moment crystal clear. Far below we could make out the outline of the sunken ship partially buried in the sand below us.

“Surprised there aren’t any other members of your club here,” I told him.

“There won’t be. We actually schedule our time here, so that that doesn’t happen. This is our week to dive on the wreck, and no doubt, next week someone else will be up here doing the same thing as we are, which is why everyone always brings something with them to hide someplace on the ship for others to attempt to find, and then of course look for things that others have likewise left while being here.”

“Wow, that’s an interesting little club you belong to,” I told him as Brian, Susan and Maria began checking out their diving gear in preparation for their first dive.

“We’ll check everything out and make sure it’s functioning properly, hide the things we’ve brought with us and then return. After that, Maria and Brian will show any of you who wish to try it out, how to scuba dive, and have some fun doing it. Then Thomasorrow, we’ll actually drive the ship and see if we can find anything that others might have left for us to look for.”

We watched the four of them slip into the water, their tanks, weights, and scuba gear soon disappearing beneath the surface, the trace of their air bubbles remaining behind as they slipped into the depths of the water below us.

“Well, while they’re doing that, how about we fix some lunch and then perhaps head over to the cliffs as Thomas suggested and spend some time diving off them for fun later?” Steven suggested. It sounded like a good idea, so we did that. An hour later everyone piling into the small boat that Thomas and Maria had brought along with them.

It was an easy climb and relatively safe so that no one felt nervous, though Julie  did have a bit of a fear of heights. Yet even she made the climb up the cliffs to the ledge that Thomas had pointed out to us earlier. It was a beautiful view from up there, allowing us to see well out onto the lake, and more easily able to actually see the wreck below us when the water remained calm enough in order to do so.

We all took turns diving off the twenty foot cliff into the crystal clear water below us, returning back up to the ledge to do so again, or as the girls now decided to do, to simply lie there in the sun drying off. Once again, it was a pleasant sight to see three very gorgeous naked ladies lying there in the sun. Not too surprisingly, Mike, Steven and I were all soon sporting needful erections.

Having seen that, the girls then decided it might be fun for the three of them to kneel down there on the ledge overlooking the water below, the three of us mounting them from behind, fucking each of them doggy-style side by side. Mike had even brought along his camera, and set it up on the self-timer in order to get a picture of the three of us doing that. It turned out to be one of the wildest pictures I’d ever seen done, and I was half tempted to frame it and mount it on the wall at home afterwards.

“God what a beautiful day!” My wife said as I knelt behind her, my prick slowly easing in and out of her deliciously wet cunt.

“Isn’t it though?” Julie  agreed as Steven likewise slid his dick in and out of his wife next to us.

Mike and Sara completed the fuck sandwich on our other side, enjoying the moment and the sensation of so pleasurably fucking their on the cliffs overlooking the water below.

“You know, what might actually be fun when we’re ready to go back, is to jump off here still connected,” he said grinning at his wife, though Sara looked at him with a dubious expression on her face.

“A flying fuck?” I laughed though Mike was obviously serious about trying it, even though Sara appeared less than enthusiastic.

“How about I just suck your dick on the way down instead?” She asked him. “Though once we hit the water, don’t blame me if I inadvertently bite your dick off.”

“I take it that’s a no then,” Mike grinned back at her.

We settled for a group jump holding onto one another hands, leaping from the ledge together, but not before each one of us had jettisoned a nice thick creamy load into our wives respective cunts before doing so. And even then, not before promising to treat them to a nice leisurely oral stimulation in return while waiting for our four friends to emerge from their diving experience.

**

We were in the process of doing just that, the three girls pleasurably lying side by side on the upper deck as the three of us teased their respective clits with our tongues when we heard our four friends returning.

“Damn, I was almost there again!” Stella told me. She’d already enjoyed one very nice satisfying climax, and was well on her way to another when the three of us got up in order to help Maria, Brian, Susan and Thomas back on board the – 5 will continue on the next page

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