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Coveting
Coveting an ancient sport. I was in a sporting mood. My quarry?
Dave's Carol. A most covetable woman. I'm not sure if covetable' is
even a word, but then, who cares, I thought. Coveting is a harmless sport
and Carol's long legs and beautiful face made for an exhilarating covet.
Of course, the sport of coveting never goes any further. Carol constantly
made this a difficult rule to follow. Her pretty rear end was straining
against her shorts as she bent to crank the starboard winch on their
sailboat. We were slowly overtaking them on a starboard tack, and Dave was
bellowing orders as Carol strained to...
"Steve, not so close," shrieked my Linda, breaking my concentration
and ending a perfectly satisfying covet.
I eased the helm and fell off a point to widen the gap between the two
boats. I could see Dave glaring at me. Good, I thought. Dave is a
prick--a rich prick. He inherited it. He is also to Carol- a
"second wife" who epitomizes the term "trophy wife."
With another couple, we were crewing our sloop "Hammerhead" on the final
downwind course of a local race. Neck in neck with my arch-rival Dave
VanHorn, as we both maneuvered for position.
Dave was at the helm and Carol manned the starboard winch as our sloops
charged down the final leg. Yes, Carol's pretty little butt was still
sticking out, so I engaged in another quick covet. I'm not exactly sure of
the exact definition of coveting anther's wife, but I was surely engaging
in something approximating the biblical warning. What the hell, I thought.
I'll look the word up when I got home.
"Linda, we're not that close," I shouted to calm her. The bastard's
trying to pinch me off course. He got me last month, but not this time," I
shouted trying to reassure her. "Hang on, I'm going to cross his wake and
make my move to windward.
"Damn testosterone. Don't cut it too close."
"I've never beaten Dave." To the crew I hollered, "Ready about!"
"Linda, this time I've got the bastard."
"Helms alee."
Tacking to port the boom came swiftly over. Linda and crew expertly
winched in the jib, adjusted the traveler and trimmed the main. Traversing
Dave's wake our anchor missed his stern by inches. I steered "Hammerhead"
another point into the wind and headed for the finish line. He covered by
making his own turn, but it was too late. Almost immediately, "Hammerhead
was between the wind and Dave's boat and took the wind out of his sails.
Yes, took the wind out of his sails-love that clich‚-almost as well as
coveting. I was close enough to see Dave's eyes narrow. Carol on the
other hand was wide-eyed as she watched the maneuvers.
The wind gusted, "Hammerhead" heeled further... race as good as won, I
decided to engage in one last covet...I returned my gaze to Carol. Not
only did she have beautiful legs, but her nipples were protruding nicely
from...
I not only heard it but felt it. The jib with a horrible
shrieking sound. "Hammerhead" slowed and Dave moved smoothly past me.
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"Steve, it's not that bad." Linda and I were finishing cleaning
"Hammerhead" which was now moored in our slip.
"I know, I know. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't care. But Linda,
you know he likes to critique me."
"Just ignore him. Why do you always go to his boat after the race? He
just needles you?"
"Club tradition, you know-winner buys. When I beat the bastard, we'll
have him over here. I don't want to give him any excuse not to show up
next month, when I run him off the bay.
"Ok dummy. Take your medicine from Dave. I'll visit with Carol. She's
such a sweetie. Can't imagine why she stays with him.
I felt this wasn't a good time to mention my afternoon's coveting. I
don't cheat on my wife, but, of course, coveting...
True to "tradition" we finished cleaning and stepped aboard Dave and
Carol's boat. Carol was below and Dave was topside seated against the
mast, drink in hand working on his boom vang.
"Bad luck there Stevie-boy. I told you that jib was looking a bit worn.
Head on down and make yourself a drink. Carol has all the makings out."
I followed Linda down the ladder. Carol was seated against the
starboard bulkhead. Damn she was gorgeous. Tall and trim, she shook her
honey hair as her face flowered in a welcoming smile. She exuded sex
appeal. But then, she was somewhat of a prude. In all the years I'd know
her, I'd fostered hope that she would someday appear topless, like many
other ladies in the sail club or, at least, in something other than her
demure one piece suits. No luck so far.
Carol smiled, "Here to talk to Dave?" Both she and Linda rolled their
eyes. " I've opened a nice bottle of wine for Linda." Sheindicated a
half-empty bottle in front of her. "You can mix yourself a strong one at
the bar."
Both women turned their attention from caring for me, the defeated
warrior, to more pressing matters-makeup. Carol is a sales person for a
well-known brand of cosmetics (yes she has one of those cars) and Linda
never missed a chance to visit and purchase new selections of potions,
creams and paints.
I mixed dark Barbados rum with tonic and finished with a squeeze of
lime. One thing Dave was not was cheap. I sneaked a quick covet as Carol
applied a wondrous new shade to her lush lips with a tiny brush. Linda
critiqued the application as she also tried a new shade. True to form, the
first shade was never right. Both ladies wiped off the first layer and
tried new wondrous hues.
Speaking of critiques, it was time for mine. I noticed Dave had a large
metal ice chest centered under a hatch, so I removed my boat shoes, stepped
up, and put my head and shoulders through the hatch. Resting my arms and
drink on the cabin deck, I was about three feet from Dave.
It started.
"Well hell son, you made some good moves today," Dave began his
diatribe.
"You made a nice windward run, but I notice a bit of excessive luff on
your main." I gritted my teeth and nodded.
"Stevie-boy you got to pay more attention to the positioning of your jib
blocks." I began to plan a lecture for my next months' victory.
"Hell boy, that was a nice turn, but you also got to select a better
crew next time. Now, let me tell you about the race I won last month. I
skippered a boat off Martha's Vinyard. That was a race..."
My mind wandered. I contemplated pouring my drink on the deck and
leaving.
A hand touched my ankle. Linda, trying to reassure me. Dave's voice
was quite loud, and I was sure the women below could hear every word.
Laughter filtered up from thecabin.
"Sounds like the ladies are having a good time below. Now those Boston
boys..." Dave continued.
I lost track of his conversation and concentrated on the hand now
traveling up my leg.
"They really do know how to sail, but Stevie-boy..."
The hand hesitated then went under my shorts. Damn, Linda's getting a
little frisky with Carol sitting there. Perhaps Carol is in the head. The
hand will disappear in few moments.
"Of course, I showed em a few things..."
A finger slipped under the band of my underwear.
"Yes, the Boston boys, they did have some nice equipment, but didn't
exactly..."
The finger found the sensitive place behind my scrotum.
Dave watched me intently. "You should have seen it Stevie boy. I
jumped em all at the start line."
The finger massaged the backside of my balls.
"I kept an eye to weather..."
I felt a tugging at my zipper and heard the surprisingly loud sound of
it opening. Damn, I thought, the zipper is almost as loud as the jib
splitting. To my relief, Dave apparently could hear nothing.
"It wasn't my boat, of course, but I knew..."
A second finger slipped into my fly and traced my hardening cock (better
known as ole Beauregard or Beau) through my underwear. Damn I wondered,
where the hell was Carol while Linda was playing this game?
"I had them retension the aft stay..."
The hands unfastened my belt and slid my shorts to my ankles. Above
deck my hand shook and I spilled part of my drink as I wondered if I had
worn my best underwear. Dave snorted at my clumsiness.
A finger tugged at the waist band of my shorts. My knees began to
shake. Dave intently stared at me but continued.
"She sprang forward when I did that and..."
The finger pulled my shorts forward. A second hand reached in and
fingertips gently touched Beau.
"Shit boy, I had a good lead on them half way to the windward mark
and..."
The hand closed around Beau and began a slow stroking motion.
"The Boston did have some good rum, so I indulged in a drink while
we..."
The hands pulled my shorts to my ankles.
"Of course, I was the first to catch the wind shift and..."
A tongue touched my balls and began to lick upward. Damn Linda, I
thought. This is a little much. Carol must be getting quite a kick out of
watching. But, what the hell, it was fun. I relaxed. It did make Dave's
speech more palatable. Linda and I would have some good yucks over this
when we got home. I decided to enjoy the experience.
"As we neared the mark, I knew it was a good thing I had made the port
tack as..."
A second pair of hands touched my ass. Again my knees buckled, and I
spilled more of the drink trying not to fall through the hatch. Then lips
went over Beau's head and the delicious sensation of a warm mouth engulfed
me. I straightened my legs as the mouth moved slowly down Beau shaft. I
recounted hands. One held my Beau steady as the mouth moved silkily up and
down. A second cupped my balls and slowly massaged. And yes, I hadn't
been mistaken. A third hand was on my ass while a fourth was temporally
unaccounted for. Assuredly that was my me. But then, Carol
must be involved somehow. I concentrated. Surely I could tell my wife's
mouth. A little nibble on the head--yes, that's her technique.
"We made the mark well ahead..."
A tongue went around the Beau's head and the fourth hand slipped up and
touched my cheeks.
I gasped, and dropped my glass.
"Hell son, you seasick, or do we need new drinks," Dave sneered at me.
"Only you could get sick in port." Carol, how about some refills," he
hollered.
To my relief (I think), all four hands and the mouth left me. I heard
rustling below, laughter in the galley and felt a cool breeze on a wet Beau
as he now swung in the breeze. I wondered how ridiculous I must look below
deck with my shorts around my ankles. But then Beau is a shameless bastard
and didn't care anyway.
To solve the mystery of the mouth, I watched closely as both Linda and
Carol appeared topside. I decided that whoever's lipstick was out of place
must be the sucker, which would make me the "sukee." (Not sure that's too
biblical or correct English, but it sounded good.)
Linda moved towards me and handed me a fresh rum-drink. "Hope you enjoy
this?" She smiled sweetly and pursed her lips into a kiss. Her lipstick
was perfect.
Carol handed her husband his new drink,then turned to me. "Steve, are
you having a good time?" Her lipstick too was perfect. I noted the
delicate curve of her pouting lips covered with a glossy hue. The tip
of her tongue appeared for an instant.
"Yes, quite enjoyable so far."
"Take your time then boys. Linda and I have a lot to do below. Shall
we 'go down' and finish up dear?"
"Yes Carol let's go. I can't wait to 'go down' and uh, get to the
business 'at hand...'"
"Honey, you said a mouthful," cooed Carol winking at me as she passed
towards the ladder.
The double entendres weren't too subtle. I sneaked a look at Dave to
see if he was curious.
"Screwy broads. Guess they are down their playing with makeup again.
Now Steve, on the downwind course..."
Minutes later the mouth returned to a grateful Beau. I had started to
go a little soft, but the warmth cured that problem. Four hands and one
mouth, yes, they had uh, 'gone down' and back to the business 'at hand,' or
'at mouth.'
Damn, it was a great blowjob. I had assumed that through years of
experience, I could tell if the mouth belonged to my or Carol. I was
sure it was Linda. Then the mouth left me, the hands moved and the mouth
came back. Was it the same one? I studied technique. Let's see, gentle
suction, just enough tongue--yes, Linda, but then there was that odd little
twist of the lips? Oh hell, it was Carol.
Or was it?
"So Stevie boy, next time I suggest..."
I'd completely lost track of my lecture. Instead my brain fully
concentrated on the vicarious thrill of secretly debauching a detested
rival's while standing only three feet in front of him. Or was I the
one being debauched?
"...that you stay upwind of the start line and..."
The mouth and hands departed. Laughter followed by the sound of a cork
popping sounded faintly from the cabin. Again I felt silly as Beau,
obviously excited, was just hanging there. Probably looking a bit forlorn,
I assumed.
"... "of course Stevie, you did make some..."
Yeeeow, a mouth, cold from sipping iced wine, slipped over Beau. Dave
saw my startled look and raised an eyebrow. "Just got a little cramp in my
leg Dave. Go on. I'm learning a lot."
"...Well Stevie, you have a good boat, but need to work..."
The ice trick. That solved the mystery. Linda knew I liked that. I
settled back to enjoy the experience. Of course, it was made all the more
enjoyable that Dave's was watching and touching me also.
"...Yea, Stevie boy, stick with me and we make a..."
Below decks there was a momentary pause in the action as the had
obviously taken another wine break. Soon to my relief, they returned and a
warm mouth again enveloped Beau. Always the good businessman, I took a
second inventory of hands. That must be Linda in front with one cupping my
cheek and the other steadying Beau as he moved in and out of her mouth.
Behind me Carol seemed to have one hand on my hip and the other pushed
between my legs cupping my balls.
Yes, I had it.
But then more laughter and clinking of glasses and Beau hanging.
"...next race Stevie, here's what you need to..."
They were back. The tongue was making little swirling motions just
under Beau's head. I was sure this time it was a different mouth-well
maybe. Linda never rolled Beau's head like that.
Damn I was getting close.
"...we'll go over your staring techniques before..."
New sounds filtered up the hatch.
"...Stevie, if you just take notes and..."
I felt the twitch that meant that I was close.
"...we'll work on your finishing techniques later and..."
Yes, finishing.
The mouth pulled back and soft, naked enveloped Beau. I pushed
forward into the warm folds as whoever's hand continued to caress my balls.
"...Yes Stevie, you will finish better next month if..."
A first spurt, and I could feel hands holding up the using them
to massage Beau.
"...of course that wasn't too bad a finish today..."
A second of exquisite pleasure jetted into the willing breasts.
Behind me, I felt soft lips kiss my cheeks.
"...my boy, you lost it in your last maneuver when..."
I lost a third spurt. Behind me, the hand left my balls and I felt both
slide around my hips and replace the two hands holding the breasts. Damn,
were those Linda's hands holding Carol's or the reverse? Suddenly
I didn't care as one last stream of pleasure escaped into the soft valley.
Exhausted, I relaxed as a rapidly shrinking Beau nestled pleasurably in
heaven.
"... Stevie, you'll beat me yet."
I nodded weakly. Below, soft hands cleaned me with a cloth and pulled
up my underwear and shorts.
"...hell boy, time for another drink."
I collapsed into the cabin and sat dazed on the icebox. Linda and Carol
were back at the table repairing their lipstick. Gathering my strength, I
sneaked a quick covet and admired the full graceful curve of Carol's lips.
Had they been...
"Finished honey? My laughed with a twinkle in her eye.
"Yea. Think we'd better go."
"Oh Steve, look." Carol stood and walked to me pointing to a widening
stain on my khaki shorts. She turned to Linda. "Gosh, how could that have
happened?"
"Beats me honey."
Dave's footsteps could be heard coming down the ladder. I looked up
thinking how to explain the stain. Of course, Dave would have some stupid
comments...
"Oops," Carol screamed as she feigned a fall and dropped her wineglass
into my lap.
As the cold wine hit me, I stood and smacked my head on the cabin
ceiling just as Dave entered.
"Damn, boy, can't take you anywhere. Everyone on the wharf will think
you peed in your pants," Dave said with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.
I shook Dave's hand, and Linda pecked Carol on the cheek as we made our
departure.
On the wharf, I stumbled along carrying the sailing kit over the wet
front of my pants. Ahead of me, Linda held her makeup purchases. She
glanced back and laughed at my efforts to walk and cover myself. "Serves
you right for being such a bad boy. Let's stop for a cup of coffee at the
sail club, so you can get a bit dryer and organized."
Inside over coffee, I began to relax. The cramp went out of my right
leg and I leaned back at ease.
"Happy birthday," Linda said.
"Thanks. I'd forgotten in the uh heat of the moment."
"Hope you liked your gift."
"Gift. So this afternoon wasn't a spur of the moment thing?" To myself,
damn, she had given me a card this morning and I expected a or
something when we got home. But a double blowjob, (at least I think so)
was, well, the gift of all gifts.
"Not entirely. We women are very observant you know."
Must be careful here, I thought.
"I've seen you watching Carol for some time."
Mmmmm- coveting uncovered.
"You silly think things like this just happen like in those stupid
stories you write and post on the 'net. Last month I showed one of your
stories to Carol. She and I had a good laugh and sort of discussed doing
something like this-just in a joking manner. She really gets so mad at
Dave when he does his bragging, and sometimes she wants to get even. When
you stood on that ice chest, well, we'd both had enough wine that we
started giggling about your and, since it was your birthday, I
started playing with your leg and uh..." She shrugged.
Cautiously I ventured, "Gee honey, thanks." I stupidly leaned back and
smiled.
"Feeling a bit smug are we Steve?"
I sat up, "Well uh..."
"Next month's my birthday."
Warning lights lit up. "Yes."
"You know how you hate shopping for presents?"
"Uh yea."
"After joking with Carol, I also got talking to Carl Jensen's Jean.
Carl's a worse racer than you are. But, such a cute hunk he is."
Mmmm, reverse coveting?
Well, he's always last. You noticed he wasn't racing today. Jean's
afraid he'll want to drop out of the club.
I could see where this was going, but fatalistically moved on. "There's
more?"
"You've forgotten you will be out of town next month, so I agreed to
crew on their boat."
"And?"
"Well, Jean and I decided that the three of us will have cocktails after
the race then award Carl some consolation prizes. Just to get his spirits
back up."
"Prizes, that's plural."
"Steve, I know this is hard for to understand, but oral sex is ok
for starters, but...well, you know.
I caught the waitress's eye and ordered rum and a glass of wine. The
two of us sat in silence until the drinks arrived.
"Steve, you don't have any objections, do you? Especially after the
nice gift you received from..." She fell silent, but I could see that
teasing look in her eyes.
"You and Carol?"
"You're not sure are you? I guess I should feel insulted that you
couldn't recognize me."
"Are you going to tell me?"
Now it was her turn to lean back and laugh. To my consternation, she
laughed so hard tears came to her eyes. "Steve, you look so pitiful.
You'll have to wait a month for the answer. I'll tell you on the Sunday
after the race when you come back in town."
"Linda, you used the verb 'decided.' When did you decide upon your
birthday present?"
"Just now while we were talking."
It had been a wonderful day. Excellent coveting and, of course, my
consolation prize- well, just the thought of Linda and maybe Carol? I
looked at my wife, still smiling at me. She was right. My annual problem
of a birthday present for her was solved. Besides, in my soggy shorts, I
could feel a half-drowned Beau began to stiffen. I raised my rum for a
toast.
"Happy birthday," I smiled.
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