Locked for Life 41 - Honeymoon 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The cold water shocked me to life. I came up feeling exhilarated, treading water, feeling its cold touch everywhere. Yes, everywhere. My caged dick, previously bulging, was now shrunken back, retreating from the cold.

“How’s the water?” Jason teased from the boat.

“Warm,” I lied. But the look on my face told the truth, and there was no hiding that.

“Oh really? I’ll be the judge of that.” My husband dropped his swim drunks, letting his hard cock spring out. “Look out below!” he shouted. Then he jumped off the back of the boat.

“Oh my god, it’s freezing!” Jason shouted once he surfaced.

“You’ll get used to it in a minute,” I said with a laugh. “It’s not so bad once you swim around a bit.” There was something exhilarating about skinny dipping with my husband in broad daylight, out in the middle of a lake. On our honeymoon, no less! Yes, there was the sex, more sex, and even more sex, but there was also the pure adventure of it all. I was having the time of my life.

“I better get used to it,” Jason replied. “If I don’t warm up soon, I’m gonna need to take more drastic measures.” He raised his eyebrows at that last part.

“You don’t mean…”

“I certainly do.” There was a wild look in his eyes. He wanted my ass. And once that thought formed in his mind, he wouldn’t let it go until he claimed what was his. “As a matter of fact,” Jason continued, “I think we should get to it before the cold kills this boner.”

I could be embarrassed or bewildered that my husband would be so bold. But I knew better by now. I was his to use, to fuck on demand, to nut inside and then discard like a cum rag that had served its purpose. And I fucking loved that. So instead of acting shocked, I bit my lower lip hungrily, imagining how this would go down. I wanted it just as much as him, if not more. “How can I help?” I asked.

Jason smiled. “Fuck, I love you, Grant. Swim over to the ladder. I’m gonna fuck you in the water, plain and simple.”

Another thing that should surprise me, but that I no longer batted an eye at: Jason’s stamina, and his ability to go again and again and again. I don’t need to redescribe how he’d jacked off straight over the edge of the boat only hours ago. Nor do I need to discuss that while he’d let me cum once - yes, only once - in the last year plus, my husband was capable of cumming several times in a row. Like we said early in our engagement, and have proven time and time again, Jason cums enough for the both of us. All of this swam through my mind as I in turn swam over to the boat’s small ladder that hung off the back platform.

Jason inched closer. “Ready?” he asked, almost impatiently. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted to fuck now.

I grabbed onto the rungs of the ladder. “Ready.”

My husband grabbed onto the ladder as well, holding on with one hand and reaching for his dick with the other. “No lube this time… this should be interesting.” Then he shoved it into my hole.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I muttered. His head slipped in, stretching me open. The lake water helped; it wasn’t great lube, but being wet was better than nothing. “Oh my god, babe.” I clenched the rungs, holding on for dear life as my hole got accustomed to my husband’s raw cock, with essentially nothing but water to lubricate me.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take it easy on you.” After inserting just the tip, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. The break was short-lived. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

“Yes, Jason,” I said desperately. I backed my ass into him. It may have been a struggle, but I was horny enough to push through.

“Mmm, someone’s eager.” He shoved his dick back into place, ready to try again. “Try and relax now, okay? I know you can take it.”

His encouragement went a long way. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Go for it,” I told him.

Jason shoved his hips forward, and this time his dick pushed in much further. I moaned out, but focused on relaxing my hole and letting him inside. It worked like a charm. Well, more like old, battered charm that still worked occasionally. My ass gripped him so tightly, with just the water, but I could tell this was going to work. He pushed even further, until his full length was inside me.

“Fuuuck, babe. You’re tight as hell right now.”

“Mmf- I know,” I forced out. “I’m good to keep going, though.”

“You better be.” Jason’s hands went to the sides of the ladder. He planted his feet on the lowest rungs for leverage. Then it was time for the main event.

I was so incredibly horny. Almost never getting to cum… constantly in service of my husband… taking his cock whenever he pleased. “Jason…” I didn’t even know what I wanted to say. My mind was filled with horny thoughts, desires, anything. “I- fuck!”

Jason began thrusting for real. Things went from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. He was pounding away, fucking my ass, splashing water as he collided with me over and over and over again.

“Ohhh fuUuuUck,” I moaned. My dick once again began to grow in its stupid cage. Usually I was content with my station, but I wanted so badly to just rip it off and stroke my cock. I glanced at my left hand, firmly gripping the ladder, with my wedding ring glimmering in the sunlight. That ring was the former key to my cage, melted down and reforged, a symbol of my commitment to Jason. I didn’t regret it, not one bit. But I also wanted nothing more than to cum right now.

“Take- my- fat- cock- Grant.” Jason fucked me as hard as he pleased. After the initial friction, water made its way into me, and soon enough it became a smoother experience. I found myself backing into him, desperate for more. I wanted it deeper, harder.

“Jason,” I breathed. I worked up the courage to beg. “Can I please cum?”

I was met with a laugh. “Come on, Grant. You should know better.”

“Please, Jason!” I didn’t know what came over me. All I knew was that I was desperate. I thought about all the times Jason got to cum recently. And I needed a release. Not just a rough fuck to put me at ease. I needed to blow my load.

“I don’t think so,” he said. His hands moved to my waist. He was using me for all I was worth, fucking and pounding and slamming my hole, running his giant cock straight through me.

“PleeeaAseee,” I moaned.

“No, he said firmly. Then again, in time with his harsh thrusts. “No- no- no!” With that final thrust, I felt him unleash his load. “Fuuuuckk,” he grunted. He pulled me in tight, his cock spasming and twitching inside my ass. He painted my insides with his cum, then swiftly pulled out when he got his use out of me. “That was incredible,” he sighed.

“Jason…” I could barely think straight. My ass hummed with pleasure, radiating through me. My dick strained in its cage. “Will I get to cum soon?” I whispered. I turned to face him.

He gave me a peck on the lips. “We’ll see,” he said gently. There was a soft smile on his face. “I think we can make an arrangement soon… if you earn it.”

I perked up. So there was a chance? “Yes, of course!” Suddenly I didn’t feel so deflated. I was excited, eager to show my husband I could earn what I so desperately wanted. “I’ll work super hard, babe. Just you wait.”

His soft smile turned into a beaming one. “That’s what I like to hear.” He gently moved my hands off the ladder, then began to climb up. Back on board, he found his swim trunks and pulled them back on.

Off in the distance, one of the neighboring boats began to move. And it seemed like they were headed our way. I started to climb aboard so I could get dressed, but my husband stopped me. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“You said you’d work hard to earn your orgasm, right? Well let’s see it then.” He glanced out over the water at the approaching vessel, then back down at me. “We’ll see what these people want; hopefully it doesn’t involve too much embarrassment for you.” Then he winked, standing firmly in the way of me getting back on the boat as our neighbors approached.