Houseboat Trip

When we attended the Annual Lifestyle Convention in Las Vegas, we heard about the opportunity to join with 60 other couples on a houseboat trip on Lake Mead for 4 days. This trip sounded very fun, unusual, in a beautiful setting, and very attractively priced. We did have concerns, however, about being stuck in close proximity to others with no privacy or way to “escape” and be alone. But we were ready for still another adventure and made our payment to lock in our commitment.

We heard later from someone that a couple we met earlier at Aquafinity was going and we called the tour organizer and made a request to be placed on the same boat with them. We were happy to know that we knew at least one other couple that was going on the trip. While there were no commitments, the organizer said they would see what they could to put us together.

We received a call several weeks later from that couple that we already knew, and they said they were going to be our boat captains! After briefing us on the food planning and other trip logistics, they invited us to a dinner to meet another couple that would be on the same boat with us. The dinner went well and we liked the other couple, so now we knew we could have fun with at least two of the couples on the trip.

The day finally arrived for us to head out to Vegas and prepare for an early morning launch. We had a meeting the night before to review the rules (the most important one being no tolerance for illegal drugs especially since the trip was on federal lands and the consequences were very severe). We were introduced by our boat captains to a few other couples in the bar, then we went around the pool for the meeting. As we scoped the crowd for other potential playmates, we figured we would probably be the youngest and among the skinniest couples on the trip! Many of the couples had been coming for years, and had participated in the lifestyle for years. We started to be a bit worried that we may not want to be with many of the people on the trip!

After the meeting, most of the couples started to party. We, on the other hand, were running to an all night drug store to get a stronger antibiotic for my bladder infection (I could just see them having to life flight me off the lake). I was also on the tail end of my period, so I didn’t feel like playing in that condition anyway. So we ended up finally at New York New York where we had received an upgrade to a Jacuzzi suite, and we took some erotic photos that later helped spice up our profile on a few swinger web sites e had signed up for to find potential play mates. We were lucky neither one of us got hurt running back to the Jacuzzi after triggering the camera’s automatic timer and getting back in position for the next shot!

Early the next morning, we were on our way to the launch site where we loaded our gear and provisions onto our assigned houseboat. We were happy to notice a few more couples who weren’t at the meeting the night before, who were about our age and in good shape. Some of the other couples we saw the night before actually looked better in the light of day since they had on skimpier clothes! We set about decorating our houseboat (our theme was Mardi Gras) and eventually pulled out of the harbor and quickly removed our clothing. The anticipation of what awaited us was very exciting and erotic.

As each of the houseboats arrived at a secluded cove, they were latched together so it was easy to wander from boat to boat. Our boat captains asked us to go out and explore while they prepared a special surprise for lunch. We met some of the other couples as we went from boat to boat, checking out their themes and decorations.

When lunch was ready, we entered our dining area and found our female captain lying naked on the table, covered by lettuce with meat, cheese, veggies, etc. on this human sandwich platter! As news of our “spread” circulated among the other boats, we soon had lots of visitors admiring the creative cuisine. A favorite activity was to extract (with no hands…just your lips!) a grape that was placed gently inside our captain’s pussy lips. It was a great ice breaker, and helped amp up the erotic energy level!

Because of my condition (tail end of my period, and hopefully curing my infection), I had determined that we wouldn’t play until the next day. That made me a bit more reserved, so we spent lots of time visiting with others and getting to know them better. Because of my mindset, it was hard for me to flirt back when others made advances towards me. But our slow start didn’t stop our fun. Over time, and after getting acquainted and comfortable with others, I loosened up a little and became a little more responsive. My husband described my cautious approach to things on our web site profiles as “she’s shy at first, by warms up once she gets to know you.” A little bit of alcohol also helped me relax and to make myself a little more available and vulnerable.

That afternoon and evening, my attention was increasingly focused on our boat captain. My husband took pictures of me and the other women on the boat molesting our captain as thanks for preparing a wonderful dinner. Later that night, I made out with the wife of the other couple on our boat (while my husband played with both our pussies), and I enjoyed the experience immensely (I’d never kissed a girl before, except that brief peck that got me thinking at the convention). I was curious and interested in having a full bi experience that weekend once I was past my period.

The next day, we enjoyed the water activities on the lake—going out in other people’s ski boats, going down the slides on the back of the houseboats, floating on the lake, etc. Everyone was very friendly. One woman offered to apply some water proof lubrication to my husband’s penis, but I jumped in and said I’d do it. While my husband kept by my side, and didn’t wander off to play with other women, I was still nervous that he would be getting all the attention and I’d be left as a wall flower, growing jealous as he had all the fun.

That evening, around dinner, I started flirting heavily again with our boat captain. Later that night, the boat next to ours erected a strip dance pole and played some music. Some of the women were very good, but none of the guys really had any talent. As I hung on our boat captain, my hubby made the rounds flirting, kissing and fondling some of the other women. It was a highly erotic night, under the stars, watching erotic dancing, and people around us would at times drift away to the inflatable beds people left on the houseboat rooftops to make love.

Finally, my boat captain said he needed to go downstairs for a moment, and I was so worked up and horny that I decided to follow him down, hoping he would seduce me and have his way with me. As I massaged him, threw my arms around him, and kissed him all over, he started making excuses about why he didn’t want to do anything that night. It was late, he was tired, and he wanted our first time to be very special. I felt like I was being brushed off and played it cool as if it was no big deal—but inside I was fuming. I left him to return to my husband up on the roof, only to find him going at it with another woman! He soon stopped what he was doing and came over to me. He could tell I wasn’t very happy. He said he assumed that I was busy making love to our captain, and thought it would be OK if he had some fun too. I eventually told him what had happened, and he seemed genuinely sad for me that I had invested all this time setting up a play opportunity—only to have it fall apart. My husband stayed by my side until we went to sleep. In the morning, my husband said that I must have been very mad since I wouldn’t even cuddle with him that night! I think he was afraid he wouldn’t have any more chances to play the rest of the trip!

Well, that next morning it was our turn to prepare brunch, so we arose early to get everything ready. We prepared fresh fruits, pastries, cereal, omelets, etc. Eventually the captain emerged and said good morning. I played it cool, as if nothing had happened the night before. I might have been shined on, but it was no biggy. I wasn’t that interested, and there were 59 other men on these boats. But I was still hurting inside because I wanted him so much! Some other women had earlier commented that he wasn’t all that and I wasn’t missing much.

So after an hour of serving food, eating, and socializing, it was time to clean up and everyone else was ready to depart to other activities. The captain approached my husband, who was doing the dishes in the sink, and asked “do you mind if I borrow your beautiful wife for a few hours?” My husband looked at me for a signal about how he should respond, and finally said “it’s her body, it’s fine with me…it’s up to her.”

My mind was all over the place at once. He really meant what he said—he wasn’t blowing me off. But he hurt me! However, I’m dying to know what it would be like to be with him! He asked me if I was interested, and I muttered something like “I guess so,” without much enthusiasm. So he escorted me to his bunk while I left my husband just two feet away outside the paper thin door (all the other bunks just had curtains) to finish cleaning up.

I started to take my clothes off, but he stopped me. He said that he didn’t want to have sex with me. Instead, he liked to make love to the few select women he now played with. He told me to lay down and relax and enjoy the experience, that it was my turn to be spoiled. At first he kissed different parts of my body, and after I relaxed a bit, he slowly took off the few scraps of clothes I was wearing. For what seemed like an eternity, he kissed, licked and sucked every inch of my body from my head to my toes. When he’d approach my genitals or my nipples, he would kiss ever so close, but not attack them directly. Eventually, he started focusing on my pussy. My husband later told me that he stuck around doing the dishes for 20 minutes, wanting to make sure that I was enjoying myself. Once he heard my happy sounds (moans and screams from having orgasms), he decided he could safely depart to play with someone else.

I was pleasured, teased and caressed for over an hour. He made me cum over and over, first from oral sex, then from his penis deep inside me. He also put me in a new position that I liked a lot—on my side (you learn so many things by participating in the lifestyle!). And after we were done, we cuddled and talked. He told me about his life, about his previous marriage and kids, about his extended family, and about his business. I never cared much about guys before (relating better to women), but now I was fascinated to get close to another male besides my husband. The sex was phenomenal, the intimacy was extra special.

He also gave me some advice about dealing with my husband. We had considered our captains in a role somewhat like a best friend or older brother or sister showing us the ropes. He had a good head on his shoulders, and he was interested in the welfare of me and my relationship with my husband. He told me that the world had just changed, and that I was now going to receive a lot more attention than my husband. He counseled me to pay special attention to my husband’s feelings, since it would be a tough test for him to fight off the feelings of jealousy as I would be having a lot more fun than he would.

He told me that I was one of only several women that were now part of his life. Earlier in the lifestyle, he enjoyed playing as often as he could with many different women. But now he limited himself to just a few special people, and that he had just expanded his circle by one to include me. I truly had been transformed, having had a wonderfully erotic experience, and I felt something special from being let into his life. I told him about my fantasies, which included playing with women. He said he thought that his partner would be willing to participate in such a momentous occasion, and would ask if she’d be so inclined.

After we finished, I put on a sheer sarong as a partial cover-up and went to look for my husband. When I saw him, he had a camera in his hands taking a picture of several women playing with latex body paint. He asked me how it went, and I smiled really big (which he captured forever on the camera!). My husband commented that I was glowing so much, it looked like I was walking two feet off the ground! We went to our bunk so we could make love while I shared with him the details about my experience. My husband said he loved basking in my afterglow, sharing in my joy, and learning some new tricks along the way that he could use to provide me and others with greater pleasure.

Later, as we played in the water or visited with others throughout the day, people made comments like “I understand you’ve seen God” (making reference to my exclamations during my many climaxes!), or some of the women who were part of his inner circle commented knowingly “isn’t he great?”

So far, there were just a few guys that I had been with intimately, and it was way beyond the titillation of being with another man. I had broken our rule of “we only play together”, but in this case it worked out well and my husband was OK with it (he said he was willing to do what it takes to get me more willing to play). I later read an article about making AND MODIFYING rules…which now seemed to make sense. My husband said that every time we play with others, another one of my rules (barriers, he calls them) seems to fade away. Rules are helpful to provide boundaries and rules of engagement so everyone is on the same page and no one gets hurt, but I guess that over time and with experience, fewer rules are required by a couple. I would expect that one rule will always be important—to think of your partner’s well being first and foremost, being willing to stop what you’re doing or let opportunities pass just to make sure they are happy.

I was still a bit apprehensive, however. While I felt a new sense of empowerment after my experience to be more aggressive in getting what I wanted, I still felt a sense of jealousy at the thought of my husband going off and playing alone! I told him that he could play as often as he wanted, as long as I was playing first (I still couldn’t stand the thought of being left out).

Well, after this marvelous erotic experience, I now thoroughly enjoyed all the guys on the houseboats hitting on me. My husband bought me provocative shirts, with sayings like “My boyfriend’s out of town” which generated lots of attention. My self-esteem grew dramatically as I realized I was wanted by so many (even though I still had 20 pounds to lose). When we ran into one of the couples that befriended us at the beginning of the trip, and since I was still glowing, and therefore a little more receptive to being seduced again, I responded to the gentleman’s advances. He was very charming, and enjoyed him taking liberties touching my body to which I responded erotically. When he asked if we’d like to go to their bunk, I looked up in my sweet, innocent little girl way and said simply, “OK.”

Soon, all four of us were in their bunk playing. He was a bit older but had incredible stamina, a nice sized cock and wonderful technique! It was fun to be playing alongside my husband so we could watch each other while having great sex with others! Since the bunks were so small and we were so close, my husband was able to give me a deep French kiss while I was being fucked by someone else and he was fucking another women—which sent shivers down my spine! We enjoyed getting to know them even more after we were done playing as we lingered, cuddling and talking. After playing with this couple, we tried to figure out how old my partner was. He seemed like a very energetic 50 year old, but after doing some math we realized he was nearly 70! I hope that means we have another 30 great years in front of us!

We resumed wandering around the boats, visiting with others. One man had a special electric shaver and was offering to shave women’s pussies very smooth using baby powder. Some women had orgasms while he massaged and shaved. His favorite part, of course, was to do the quality control step at the end—licking the customer to make sure she was smooth!

After dinner, we were invited to the captain’s bunk for my first bi experience. I was getting wet with anticipation, and a bit of the unknown sent thoughts racing through my head—does that make me part lesbian if I play with girls? I knew that many women in the lifestyle were bi-sexual, and most guys enjoyed watching women play with each other. But would I enjoy it like I enjoy being with men?

Earlier, I had been with her partner for my first private experience, now she was going to eat my pussy (with both our partners eagerly watching!). I am often asked if I can tell the difference between a man or a woman giving me oral sex, and generally the women are more gifted (as one might suppose, seeing how they know what it’s like to receive). She was wonderful, being delicate and sensual, hitting spots that guys often don’t take the time to focus on. Knowing it was a woman (and being the first time) made it even more erotic. Of course, I had several orgasms.

When she took a break, I sat up and eagerly asked if I could return the favor (to which she graciously agreed). Once in position between her legs, I asked “now what do I do?” “Just do what you like” was the response. But I am always too into the moment to take notes! So my husband jumped up next to me and whispered in my ear what to do. After I got past the list of things to try and the suggestions to vary the speed and pressure, I put my arms up around her sides so I could caress her breasts and feel her stomach, hips, and the outside of her g-spot. I got into it more, and felt her body react to my tongue and lips. I inserted my fingers while sucking and licking her clit and pussy to increase the stimulation. I got turned on especially by the thought that I had the ability and power to drive a women to orgasm! It was empowering, and very different than being with a man where the female is often more of a recipient than a driver of the action. After she had had several orgasms, I came up for air to take a break. They told me I looked like a Cheshire cat in a pie eating contest with a huge grin and a wet mouth!

I was excited to have opened a new door to still more adventures. My world had just expanded…now I liked being with men AND women. While still glowing from my third amazing experience of the day, we went visiting different houseboats to see if we could hook-up with still more people. We found about 20 couples crammed into one houseboat watching a DVD of “The Puppetry of the Penis,” a comedy routine by two guys who do impressions using their penis and testicles. Most of the guys in the crowd were feeling pretty good after a few drinks of liquid courage, and some of the guys started putting on a show of their favorite impressions! My husband got the courage to do the “boomerang” which consisted of pulling his dick one way and his balls the other, making a wide angle in the shape of a boomerang. Others attempted the hamburger, the loch ness monster, and many of the other impressions performed by these “artists.”

When we first arrived at this boat, we found a way to sit next to the youngest couple (just a few years younger than us) on the trip. It also happened to be their first lifestyle activity (I would have been blown away if this was my first experience!), and her name and my name were the same (which got my husband extra excited!). Her husband asked what happened to the sexier outfit I had been wearing earlier in the day (which made me feel good that he had noticed me!), and my husband asked if he’d like me to change back into that outfit. His excited response motivated me to leave and honor his request! After the men’s penis show, we followed them and another couple up to the top of one of the boats to play. For each of us (her and I), it would be the second time being with another woman (and we had the same name…weird, huh?). We had barely begun kissing when she popped her head up to announce “one rule—no penetration!” I was with her husband, and you could tell he was disappointed at her limitation. I so wanted him to “accidentally slip” and put his cock inside me, but he honored his wife’s request. We had so much fun, that her limitation didn’t seem to restrain us much. We got into the 69 position, got into 3somes, everyone spoiled a lady (we took turns) so that five mouths were on one person at a time…all under the stars with the moon’s light reflecting off the still water. Can life get any better than this?

We slept well our last night on the lake, and awoke early to eat and start cleaning up the houseboats and head back to the marina before the high winds picked up. I snuck up to the top of the boat while everyone else was busy downstairs, and one of the guys came up to join me. As we were talking, we started touching each other and then I knelt down and started to give him a blow job…until I noticed him looking across the deck and he said, “here comes your husband.” It was fun to have snuck away…and then gotten caught! But I felt a little embarrassed by it, and got up. My husband said to the guy “you shouldn’t have said anything—you cut your blow job short!” He wanted to surprise me while I was thinking I was getting away with something.

Just as our captain had told me, I emerged from this trip a very different person. I had progressed so far, being with another women for the first time, having a lengthy erotic experience alone with another man without my husband being by my side, feeling attractive after so many men (and some of the ladies) kept hitting on me constantly for several days, and making love to several people in the space of a few days. I had moved from the titillation of something new and exciting, to feeling comfortable and confident that I could have a great time with many partners in this new society that we were now well accepted in. In our conversations traveling home and for a few nights after, we reviewed the highlights of the trip, and speculated about what new surprises the lifestyle may yet have in store for us. And we revisited our rules (even though I had a great time alone with our captain, I felt jealous at the thought of my husband doing that without me present and told him I didn’t want him to do that!). This wasn’t the last time we’d expand our boundaries and explore new territory.