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Sex 20' Under the Gulf of Mexico and
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Sex 20' Under the Gulf of Mexico and If you liked or disliked this blog, please leave me your comments. Thanks!!! This is the sixth installment of my blog regarding Ren, Hunk and myself. This makes more sense if you scroll down and read from the bottom up. Enjoy. If you have not read my previous posts about Ren, Hunk and myself, please read them first as they will help you understand the characters. The following morning before we left the ship, Ren and I had no idea as to what was in store for us as we joined Hunk for breakfast at the ships buffet. But he did. We made the last check of our cabin and join the line for de-embarkation and customs. Hunk was waiting for us. The relationship had developed so fast since the boat trip to ile Tinnamarie, Ren and I were excited but nervous as to where this was all going but we were enjoying the hell out of the trip. Ren confessed that his feelings for me had grown on the trip but were amplified by what he was feeling for Hunk. I felt the same. Once off the ship and in the taxi to the airport, Hunk gave the driver directions to the Air Terminal that serviced the private jets. Upon arrival, there were no private jets waiting but a helicopter was sitting on the tarmac with it’s rotors turning. Hunk apologized that the “Company Jet” had been delayed in Houston due to weather and we had several hours to kill before it’s arrival. Instead of sitting in the terminal killing time, he had arranged for a scuba trip to Marathon in the Florida keys. As we boarded the helicopter, I realized we were being sucked into a world of wealth and sex from which I don’t think we would ever recover. The helicopter over Miami was spectacular as we passed South Beach and the beautiful beaches, restaurants and homes that populated that area. The pilot pointed out Gianni Versace’s South Beach home where he was shot on his front door step. So beautiful but so sad. The helicopter trip only took 20 minutes to Marathon where Hunk had a car waiting for us to take us to the boat where we would go off shore to a reef and scuba. I am not believing all of this but man, what a ride. Once on the boat, Hunk provided scuba gear but no swim suits…..whoa….but who was to notice except the boat captain and he was paid to not look. As we arrived at the site and the captain dropped anchor, we donned our equipment sans bathing suits and flopped backwards into the water. The reef was beautiful and the water was so incredibly clear we swam for a long time and enjoyed the underwater beauty of the reef. I looked up to see two naked scuba divers swimming close to me. Hunk and Ren had ganged up on me before leaving the boat and planned to sabotage me once under the water….they did. As their arms went around me, I could feel their hard cocks bumping against me and I had no idea of what to expect. We were about 20 feet down, when I felt Hunk’s cock probing my ass….oh what the hell…..and I relaxed and felt his 6” penetrate me. The feeling was incredible. I am gulping air through the mouth piece like crazy but enjoying every breath. Ren knowing that my cock was erect turned his back on me, slipped off his scuba tank and holding it in front of him, slowly backed into my cock. Oh my god, I am in the middle and it’s incredible and we are 20 feet underwater. I have never had sex like this in my life. Sex 20 feet under the Gulf of Mexico is incredible coupled with Ren and Hunk, how fricking unbelievable. As I could feel myself getting close to cumming, I felt Hunk’s thrusts increasing signaling he was also close to cumming. With one gasp of compressed air through my tank, I started cumming in Ren and at the same time I could feel Hunk’s beautiful cock, throbbing and pumping in an orgasm in me. Damn, I was hoping there is enough air in this tank…..thank god, there was. As we surfaced and removed our masks and breathing apparatus, we all broke into hysterical laughter. We boarded the boat and wrapped towels around us and enjoyed the trip back. All three of us had beautiful tans from our trip to Íle Tintamarre and no tan lines…..sexy as hell. Both Ren and I could feel Hunk’s increased feelings toward us and all we could do was just sit back and enjoy but knowing that this trip had to end sometime. We were hoping that the experiences and the erotic friendship with Hunk would remain regardless of what happened once we were back in Houston. Hunk’s cell phone rang and the plane was in Ft. Lauderdale, refueled and ready to go. As we dressed and the boat started back to Marathon, we still had the “Mile High Club” initiation to look forward to. I am not believing all of this. Once back in Ft. Lauderdale at the Private Plane hanger, we were greeted by a Gulfstream 550, an incredible long range aircraft (with bedroom). This is so incredibly unreal and yet, here we are. Our luggage had been loaded on and the pilot informed Hunk that our flying time would be a little over 2 hours to Houston. The plush, soft leather seats were heaven as we strapped ourselves in and the plane taxied out for takeoff. Our takeoff sent us out over the Atlantic and off to the right we could see that incredible Flordia coast stretching to Miami with high rises and beautiful beaches. The plane made a 180 degree turn and headed to Houston. Upon reaching our cruising altitude, Hunk caught Ren’s and my eyes and motioned toward the back of the plane to the bedroom with a huge smile on his handsome face. Oh my god, it’s really going to happen. Ren’s trust issues had greatly subsided as we entered the bedroom and he put his arms around Hunk and kissed him deeply. I am getting erect just watching but am already starting to undress. Hunk broke of the kiss and turned to me and kissed me equally as long and deeply. We hurriedly undressed and fell on the bed, a tangle of limbs, erect cocks and wild, long, deep wet kisses. As Ren kissed me, I could feel Hunk starting to suck on my cock and all I could do was just lay back and enjoy ….truly enjoy being made love too by two incredible men. Hunk said that since this was an initiation, it was time for the consummation. Ren flopped onto his back offering himself to me…..and I accepted. It did not take long for his orgasms to start and his howling and thrashing were covered by the sound of two jet engines on either side of us. When Ren’s orgasms subsided, Hunk said it was my turn and as I pulled out of Ren, Hunk made me lie down on my back and spread my legs for Ren who immediately took me. It was incredible. I often forget what an incredible lover Ren is when he is on top because he loves to bottom for me. Once Ren was finished, Hunk took his turn and the experience was equally exquisite. As I moved to the chair in the room, I was entertained by the unbelievable site of Hunk making love to Ren who was obviously was enjoying himself but the session was marked by the fact that Ren did not have one of his orgasms like he did with me. Hunks thrusts into Ren’s pussy were not unappreciated for all the energy Hunk was expending. He was pounding the hell out of Ren. Every thrust was being enjoyed to the fullest. Back to what Ren told me said a long time ago, “I always knew I had a clit in my ass. You are the only one who has ever found it .” A wonderful compliment from someone who does not give compliments very often. As we finished, the pilot announced that we were on our decent into Houston and would we please take our seats. I had to ask Hunk if the crew knew what we had been doing to which he replied that the pilot was “Bi” as was the copilot and they were paid handsomely to look the other way. My mind was put at ease. We emerged from the bedroom officially members of the “Mile High Club”….two new graduates. Ren, Hunk and I are smiling from ear to ear! When the plane had come to a complete stop, we stood up but the pilot and co pilot did not emerge from the cockpit. Hunk came to me and put his arms around me and kissed me long and deep. He was knocking my socks off. He then broke from me and did the same to Ren who enjoyed it equally. Hunk pushed a button on his chair and the pilot emerged from the cockpit and opened the door and let down the stairs. We were officially back in Houston after an experience of a lifetime. As we departed Hunk’s company at the airport, Hunk said, “If you guys are available for dinner tomorrow evening, would you please come to my home. It’s very informal with steaks and beers, good conversation and maybe some fun. I have something I would like to discuss with you ……about the future.” The Houston humidity hit us full force but our emotional high and the feeling of warm cum in our asses made us oblivious to our surroundings. As Scarlet O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day.” And for us, it held great promise. To be continued……. |
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