LONG ISLAND SOUND
She leaned over me. Her pressed innocently against my back.
"Think you've found the problem Steve?"
"Yea, I do. Just hand me the small phillips."
She retrieved the screwdriver from the box on the table and passed the
tool to my outstretched hand. Again her snuggled against
my spine. I leaned further to unfasten the hose clamp on the water
system, thinking it best to ignore the situation. I'd had this happen
before. I assume all have. Women "accidentally" touch their
against your back, arm or chest and act as if there is no contact. They
seem to dare you to take action. Often I'd been completely shocked at
the "pressers"--wives of bosses or best friends wives, even coworkers.
Fitting the screwdriver, I applied pressure and felt the screw loosen.
I also felt her hand on my protruding butt, and she quickly slipped a
finger between my legs almost to my balls.
Startled, I reared, hitting my head on the hatch cover and stabbing my
left hand with the screwdriver. "I'm sorry," she said. "Didn't mean
to upset you. I'll get a bandage." The and hand departed.
She patched my bleeding finger, and without comment, I returned to the
job. And the returned to my back and the hand to my ass. I
shouldn't be upset, I thought; she's a damn fine looking woman. But, I
was. I wildly searched my computer-like mind for the politically
correct thing to do. As usual computer-mind failed me, and I decided to
do nothing. Worse, that beggar Beauregard stiffened in my pants and
sent messages to computer-mind that he was actually enjoying the
situation. Somehow, I managed to remove the clamp, clean the drain and
reassemble the fixture. As I finished, the hand continued to caress my
cheeks. I could feel one finger trace the crack of my ass from top to
bottom. "We come as a package you know." She said with her lips
brushing my ear. "He greatly relies on my recommendations."
I climbed to my feet and turned to her. At that moment, the
unmistakable sounds of my Linda and my pressing companion's husband
returning to the boat came down the companionway hatch of the 40 foot
sloop. She grinned at my embarrassment and went up the ladder.
My Linda and I had flown to New York City to meet my
roommate Jay and his Adele. Jay and I had been inseparable
roommates in college. At first we had been wary of each other. Hell,
the boy's New York speech was practically intelligible and he ate god-
awful things such as hard biscuits called bagels and a sandwich with the
unlikely name of "submarine." I introduced him to the better things in
life such as eye gravy, Tennessee style barbecue, moonshine whiskey
and, of course, the South's finest product-beautiful women. Soon it was
evident that we would be the best of friends forever. We did all the
usual idiot-college- stuff-got drunk on cheap whisky, got sick on
cheap whisky, dated the same women, got dumped by the same women for
being too crude etc. Our favorite entertainment, however, was trading
insults. The war of succession was not over, I remind him as often as
possible. Just put on hold.
Jay and I had kept track of each other for years. We'd both and
the two couples had met often on vacations and various business
meetings. Now Jay owned a small manufacturing firm, which had developed
software to track the assembly process of the electrical components he
sold. I operated a management consultant firm, which specialized in
computer networks. I needed his software. He needed my skilled network
engineering staff to go worldwide. If we combined companies, we could
potentially realize excellent profits.
Jay had suggested that Linda and I fly to New York and sail with them up
Long Island Sound. He and I could discuss the philosophy of the pending
agreement and, at the same time, ensure that we were actually doing the
right thing. Friendship is one thing but we couldn't allow it to cloud
our business judgment. This had to be a business decision. What the
hell, I'd thought. Off to Yankee land. I had never been clear as to
exactly where dinky little states like Connecticut and Rhode Island were
anyway; so this was a chance to have fun and close the deal safely out
of the clutches of his and my lawyers.
Barbara and I had landed at La Guardia airport where Jay and Adele
waited. "Yankee bastard," I hollered and made a move to jab him in the
balls. He countered by dodging my hand and shot two fingers towards my
eyes, "Rebel redneck." I invoked a classic Three Stooges defense with my
hand between my eyes.
"Children, children," Linda screamed as she and Adele pulled us apart.
Unfortunately women understand little of the Zen of Stooges combat
techniques.
"You're still pretty slow 'roomie,'" Jay grinned at me as we went to
search for our bags.
Jay is about six feet two, and as usual his dark bushy hair was
uncombed. I did see some streaks of gray invading the tangled mop.
(Good material for later insults, which I filed with computer mind.)
Adele, however, is in a class all by herself. The first time I met her
was when she and Jay came to visit us in Tampa. I estimated her height
as five feet eleven. She was a "big women." She wasn't fat--there is
just a lot of her. I stand six feet even, and it's rare a woman looks
me almost straight in the eye. She's also an excellent athlete with
powerful shoulders and a slim waist and, on top of it all, very
intelligent. I had come to like her as well as Jay, and he'd had a
head start. Linda who is five feet two often commented that when we all
got together, she felt she had arrived in the land of the giants.
After walking through endless corridors, all under construction, (This
airport has been her a long time. Aren't they ever going to finish
it?), we found Jay's car and immediately set out for the marina at City
Island, just off Hempstead Bay.
We boarded their sloop and squared away our gear. Soon we all sat
topside enjoying an excellent Cabernet while watching the sun drift
slowly down the Western sky. Linda had volunteered to do some on board
cooking, so she and Jay set out for the local grocery store to procure
items that could not go into our suitcase. I relaxed on deck still
talking to Adele. Not only was she tall, she was an exquisitely
handsome woman. Short brown hair, liquid brown eyes went well with her
large frame. We discussed tennis, which was her favorite sport when not
sailing. She had gone below for something while I relaxed on the deck.
The western sky turned purple with gold bands arching from a dying sun.
I leaned back against the cockpit coming and felt good about life, a
sense of power, of being in control, the world at me feet. I stood held
up my glass to toast the gods with thought of a favorite poem:
"I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Ah yes. Ozy and I. Masters or our domain and all we survey...
"Jim help," Adele's shriek sounded from the hatch." The damn sink is
plugged again and overflowing. I quickly dropped my reverie and went
below. "It's supposed to drain into the holding tank, but usually
doesn't. Jay just pulls off the hose clamp and removes whatever I
wasn't supposed to put down the drain. Suppose you could do that? "
"No problem." Ozymandias, now deflated, dropped to his knees amidst a
sticky mixture of lemon rinds, cheese bits and coffee grounds. The
great ruler probably never contemplated the complexities of clogged
drains. Yes, there was more to the poem-
"Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands far away."
I suspected that that fool Shelley also never knew the joys of plumbing.
That's when the trouble had started.
Now, with Linda and Jay clambering over the rails, I was relieved. Sex
is a wonderful thing, but this is Jay's wife. Not just any in the
world; she's my best friend's wife. With all of us aboard, the cramped
quarters would preclude any further advances.
I was wrong. The tidal currents from Hells Gate helped, and we quickly
moved into the Middle Sound. Sailing towards New England we soon passed
under Throgs Neck Bridge heading towards Oyster Bay. I was enjoying the
spectacular scenery and Adele was herself at my expense. Unaccountably,
her kept bumping into me. She also seemed to have trouble
keeping her footing in the gentle chop. Her hands always sought parts
of my body for help. I decided to play the gentleman and made no
protest.
However, temptations began to enter my mind. Damn, she was pretty.
Once when she bumped into me, I found my hand resting too long on her
pretty rear end as I helped righten her. Another time, I hesitated too
long as we passed each other in the galley, she turned her head as if
for a kiss. Involuntarily, I moved my head to her...coming to my
senses, I murmured some excuse and went up the ladder. I was only glad
Linda didn't know of Adele's intentions
Wrong again. "Apparently you have an admirer?" Linda whispered into my
ear as we lay that evening in our bunk. We were at anchor in Oyster Bay
and had turned in at about 11o'clock.
"So you noticed."
"Couldn't help it. Her hands are all over you. Didn't see too much
resistance?"
"I'm not sure what to do. All these years, and now this. Do you think
he's noticed?"
"I'm not sure. Oh well, just don't enjoy it too much. Not much can
happen on this little boat."
"Just don't you and Jay leave me alone with her again." I told her
about fixing the drain and Adele's and the hand.
"Your such an idiot, but an honest idiot. Most wouldn't bother to
mention that little detail. But you did enjoy her little games didn't
you?" I felt her hand slip into my shorts, and she brushed her
fingertips over Beau, now standing at strict attention. "Yes, there's
my answer," she whispered while putting her tongue into my ear. I
guiltily thought of Adele's lips in the same place earlier that day.
"Look", she said. "Let's play this by ear. Jay can't be this dumb."
The next day's sail was one of the most interesting I've ever
experienced. We sailed across the Sound to Darien then through the
Norwark islands. The wind was a brisk 20 knots and the sloop proved
lively and responsive to the helm. Unlike Florida sailing, we wore foul
weather gear and we passed through rain storms and plowed through the
chop. I admired Yankee land, and Adele continued her games.
Adele also watched and listened attentively as Jay and I discussed the
general terms of the merger. Often, she made excellent suggestions.
Still, each time I went below, she arranged to be there. Once as I
exited our bunk area, she motioned to me to stop. "I think you two are
making excellent progress. I' m looking forward to working with you."
"Thanks Adele." I agreed. "You've had some excellent suggestions."
"Thanks. He'll rely on my thoughts before we do anything."
"Well, I hope you're having happy thoughts." Damn, I thought. I may
regret that statement.
"I'm happy--so far. But I could be happier. I'd like to give him the
go ahead before we finish the sail." With that, she leaned forward and
kissed me. Again I was startled by her size. I'd never had a woman
kiss me straight ahead like that. I responded and moved a hand from her
waist towards her chest before breaking off. She drew back, smiled and
went topside. Hell, I thought, this can't go on. No help as usual,
Beau began to squirm in my shorts.
We anchored that night near Bridgeport Connecticut. Each couple took a
turn below showering and changing clothes.
"I guess you've noticed the continuing games?" I said to Linda when we
alone below.
"Yes, I'm surprised you haven't charged her with rape. Jay can't have
missed all this. I guess he doesn't mind."
"If he doesn't, I don't."
"Remember our new rule." She was referring, of course, to a trip we had
taken last year with our friends Maggie and Roger. After years of
monogamous marriage, we had participated in an "adult weekend sail" with
our two friends. That's the indirect way of saying that the two
couples had gone sailing and had sex with each others spouse. Linda and
I had agreed that single affairs were not for us, because it was
dishonest and cheating. With Maggie and Roger, it had been just for
fun. Although we had not repeated with them, we all knew we would
probably get together again.
In the dinghy, we motored to dinner at Black Rock Harbor. The
restaurant served excellent Maine lobsters, plus we partook of an
interesting Fume Blanc. I thoroughly enjoyed the dinner in spite of
Linda mentioning the fat content of the lobster and butter dip. I
secretly devoured extra portions of delicious Yankee versions of hush
puppies when she went to the ladies room, and just for good measure and
ladled extra butter on my roll. I don't' cheat on my but when it
comes to food, I use the rule--"what she doesn't know...
Adele held up her hand for our attention. "Honey, I think it is time
for a decision. You and Steve should stop discussing minutia and agree
that the merger will go forward." She raised her wineglass. "To the
formation of the new company, whatever we are going to call it."
I looked at Steve. He looked at me. Linda said, "You've got my vote."
"A deal," said Jay.
"A deal," I agreed.
Relived, I enjoyed my Maine lobster (admitting to myself that it was far
better than the Florida variety, which are really crawfish) and even
managed not to spill butter on my pants. We had a second bottle of wine
followed with aperitifs and coffee. Yankee food isn't too bad I mused.
Beau was under pressure, so I rose to go to the rest room and to my
dismay Adele followed. 'Wait," she said when we were out of sight of
Jay and Linda. "I know I've been giving you a hard time, but there's no
strings attached. I've just had some fun flirting. You're under no
obligation to screw your new partner's to get the merger. I think I
just showed that tonight."
"I was kind of nervous," I confessed. "After all, Jay is right there all
day.
"He's a brilliant businessman and a wonderful husband, but I swear, the
man is almost oblivious sometimes. I've never cheated on him, but I
could've many times, and he'd never notice. Of course, Linda misses
nothing. I suppose she hates me."
"No, she's a good sport. She knows nothing serious happened."
"Well, I apologize. Nothing exciting ever happens to me. We've made
all this money-- I've never had an affair--I love sex-- I'm not going to
have an affair--I'm bored. I'll apologize to Linda. Does this make
sense?"
"No, but I'm relieved. I wasn't sure how to handle the situation."
"Do you think I'm fat. I'm so tall. I hate it. Linda's so cute."
God I hate these questions women pose. There are no answers. Beau
stiffened at the thought of...of what. We had just straightened out the
flirting problem. I assumed it was over. Now I stood with a stiff
prick, highly attracted to this amazon and...what. What should I say?
Why not the truth.
"I think you're one sexy hunk of woman. If I wasn't married..."
"That's enough. Thanks." She started to the ladies room, then turned
and came back. "If I wasn't I'd show you what it's like to be
with a women my size. You would like that wouldn't you?"
"Very much," I had to admit, "but you're Jay's and..."
Adele licked her lips, "yes, I know you do, but the gentleman's code."
We parted. I stood in the men's room gripped the sink and splashed cold
water on my face trying to get Beau to relax. It's hell trying to
in a crowded men's room with a hard on.
Back at the table, Linda must have seen the distressed look on my face
and signaled to the waiter to bring me a brandy. "Still after you," she
whispered.
"Well yes and no."
"Poor Stevie. Do I have to get you some suppressants for that
overactive penis of yours."
"Maybe so, we have two days left on this sail."
That night in our bunk I breathed to Linda, "Adele kind of apologized
for her behavior and maybe that's the end of it."
"Sure Steve. She's horny as she can be."
"Yea, but that's Jay's wife, I can't...
"So if it was someone else's you could?"
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Jay and I were inseparable in college. We did a lot of dumb things,
but I never then or later went after another man's wife. Except
maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"There was that professor's wife. But that was different. "She
went after Jay, and he sort of let me use her too. We didn't go after
her. Damn she was good. I think the professor knew, but didn't care.
She sure taught me a lot, like the time...
"Think I've heard enough of this. must be the most amoral,
crudest people in the world."
"Thanks, I accept the compliment. Now, there was the time I traded Jay a
girlfriend for a carburetor job. He's such a good mechanic, and she..."
"Enough."
"Bottom line is I'll kill the deal before I do anything with Adele that
would Jay. Even if he is a dammed Yankee."
The next day's sail was another thrill. We had a 15 knot wind from the
northeast which allowed us to race southeast towards Port Jefferson on
Long Island. Directly east of Port Jefferson we eased into Pirate's
Cove. Protected on all sides by the high bluffs of Mount Misery we
dropped the hook and made fast.
I made dinner aboard that evening. I prepared a Morney sauce to grace
the smoked duck we had brought. I like to cook, and had to endure Jay's
harassment as he watched my every move, quieted only when he actually
admitted that my sauce was excellent. While I cooked, he displayed his
usual flair for bar tending and kept our glasses filled with dark rum
diluted with tonic and fresh limes.
It began to get cold. I was used to Florida sailing and had never seen a
boat heater. Jay lit the alien, copper monster, and warmth soon filled
the cabin. Of course, to keep from asphyxiating, we kept the hatch
cracked and at least one port open. The duck was accompanied by an
excellent California cabernet sauvignon followed by a second bottle a
delightful Australian shiraz merlot. "Damn Steve, I have to admit that
cheese sauce was pretty good. What was it? cheddar?"
"Damn son, I've wasted all these years trying you educate your Yankee
brain-it was a sauce Bechmel with English stilton which made it a sauce
mornay. Ain't no cheddar in my sauces you uneducated Yank."
"Sure you didn't throw some grits into it just..."
"Gentlemen," Linda intervened. "Guess that's not exactly the right term,
but the nights still young, How about some trivial pursuit?" All
agreed, so we lowered the dining table to the level of the settees and
rearranged the cushions to create one big playing surface or bed which
reached from one side of the boat to the other. Sitting on the cushions
cross-legged we formed a circle and spread the board.
Adele and I squared off against Jay and Linda. I enjoyed the glow of
good food, good wine, a completed deal and, I had to admit, some amount
of inflated ego at being pursued by a good looking woman like Adele.
Soon, the heater had made the cabin unbearable, and Jay rose to turn it
off. Within thirty minutes, we were again cold. Jay went for find
matches.
"Hang on Jay. I have an idea. We all looked at Linda. Let's get
blankets and wrap up. I hate the smell of that nasty heater."
Adele retrieved blankets, while Jay opened another bottle of wine. The
four of us managed to wrap the blankets around us and sat hunched in a
circle. Immediately, I could feel the tremendous heat emanating from
Adele's body as she and I shared a blanket. Jay and Linda wrapped
themselves in another, and we added two more blankets to fill the spaces
between the two couples.
It became obvious that we couldn't use the board, so it was tossed to
the floor in favor of the wine bottle and the question cards. The
plastic wineglasses were also jettisoned, and we asked questions while
drinking wine from the bottle. Scoring became incidental and the game
confusing.
Adele drew a card, "Who wrote Peter Rabbit?" Linda and Jay looked at
each other and shrugged. Adele and I cackled over their helplessness.
"I have no idea of the answer, but here's one for all of you. Who has
their hand on my boob?" said Linda.
"Not me," I said.
Not me," echoed Jay.
I leered at Adele, "Well I guess that leaves you."
"No way, if I'm going to grab something under these blankets, it's not
going to be a boob. There's a lot more interesting things under here."
Linda put her head under the blanket, "Oh, what do you know, it's my
hand playing with myself."
"Oh honey. Two male goons sitting here and you have to do it yourself,"
laughed Adele with a look of glee on her face.
"Lets make the game more interesting. Next time a couple loses, the
female member of the asking team gets to touch the male of her choice
under the blankets," Linda said. I shot a look at Jay and saw a
surprised expression. Linda winked at me.
"I'm ready to whip your ass anyway Rebel conspirator," said Jay.
"You're on carpetbagger," I shot back.
"Wonderful idea Linda. This game's boring so far," said Adele.
There was no further discussion, so Adele drew another card. "Ok, we
will do away with the Peter Rabbit one. What's the capitol of Belgium?"
I knew Linda knew the answer as we had been there. But she looked to
Jay.
"Hell, Amsterdam I guess, " he looked at Linda.
"Yep, that's our answer Amsterdam," said Linda.
"Wrong, Brussels, we win." Adele turned to me and moved her face until
her lips were a scant inch from mine. "Let's see, so many intriguing
possibilities to touch."
This had all gone pretty fast. I could feel her breath as she seemed to
mull her choices of spots to violate my body. "I know," she cooed,
"right here." Jay jumped as if he had been shot. Somehow Adele had
managed to grab him behind her back instead of me. "Sorry honey, did I
touch you too hard." Adele turned from me to look at Jay who sat with
his mouth open.
I looked to Linda who laughed so hard she had fallen to the deck. Jay
grinned and took another swig of wine.
"You missed so here's another question." Adele drew another card.
"What's a one horned whale called?"
This time they were truly stumped. "A horny whale?" ventured Linda. Jay
agreed.
"Wrong again it's a Narwhal," whooped Adele. "Love you Linda. We can
play this game all night."
"Thought you might like it." Linda said to Adele, but smiled at me.
Again Adele moved close to me, and I felt her hand on my face. Her
finger crossed my face from ear to ear then slipped into my mouth. I
closed on the finger and gave it a gentile suck. I heard Adele sigh as
she removed the finger.
"To heck with the rules, our turn," said Linda. She grabbed the cards.
"Now here's a good one. What's the chemical composition of Muriatic
Acid." I knew, of course, having poured gallons into my pools over the
years. All Florida pool owners know that one. Adele being a Yankee had
no idea.
"Sounds like eyedrops." She looked at me helplessly.
"NaCl" I lied."
"Wrong, wrong, wrong," Linda crowed while she smiled at me with a 'I
know you were fibbing look.' Without hesitation, she turned to Jay and
I heard him exhale as her hand moved under the blanket.
Adele put her head under the circle of blankets, "Ohhhwee Linda. That
looks like fun. Think my husband likes it."
" I can guarantee he does," said Linda. "We need another question and
another, uh prize. Jay draws the card, and if the question is missed,
the winning lady gets to direct the of her choice to take off his
pants."
"Yeww, this is going to be a great partnership," Adele turned and kissed
me. I was beginning to be confused over the rules, but the ladies seemed
to have it well in hand.
Jay drew a card, "An easy one. Who killed Cock Robin?" I had no idea
and looked to Adele. She shrugged, " I don't know too much about cocks-
the bear?"
" Wrong, the sparrow." Ok, Jay, off with your pants," Linda directed.
"Wait," Jay protested, "I thought I won?"
"No Jay, I won. You're the of my choice."
"Don't be so impolite Linda. You need to help him," came from a giggling
Adele.
All of us, except Jay, put our heads under the blankets, and I watched
as my pulled the string on Jay's jogging suit and helped pull them
over his knees and feet. It wasn't difficult to see that Jay was
sporting a respectable lump in his underwear.
"I'm filing a EOT suit," I said. "These rules are biased in favor of
women. Let's change teams. against the girls."
Jay gave a, "Damn straight." The women shrugged.
"Now ladies," I continued, " If you don't get this right, we get to feel
the of the lady of our choice. What baseball player was
know as the Georgia Peach?"
"Wait," said Adele. "What's the prize if we get it right?"
"We take off an article of clothing."
"Good, Ty Cobb." Damn, I'd forgotten Adele was a sports nut.
Jay removed his jogging top and sat in only underwear and socks. I
pulled off my pants while the ladies put their heads under the blankets
and laughed.
"New rules, you have to answer two in a row--same bet," I said. Wails of
protest did no good, as I quickly ruffled through the cards to find a
hard one. "What flavor was Tricia Nixon's 350 pound wedding cake?""
"Lemon." said Linda. Give me those undies Jay.
Jay and I shared gulps of wine. "How the heck did you know that? I asked
Linda.
"I just know things honey. Ready Adele? Let's watch. Both put their
heads under Jay's blanket. I looked at Jay. He rolled his eyes, then
began to struggle with his underwear. "Wow, Adele, that's really nice,"
said Linda.
"So pleased you like it honey. Now your hubby."
I did have a choice. I still had all my clothes on. I could remove my
sweatshirt or my pants. But, the game was getting to be more fun that I
thought. I'm taking off my underwear," I announced.
"Good trick, right through your pants? Linda he is talented."
Undaunted, I stood removed my pants, quickly slipped off my shorts and
released the struggling Beau. I then quickly dropped to the cushions and
covered myself with the blanket. As I reached for my pants to replace
them, Linda "accidentally" spilled some wine on them. "OOPS sorry
honey. Guess you'll have to leave them off."
"Linda, can I touch it?" Adele's voice, slightly muffled, came through
the blankets under which she had ducked.
"Please do my dear."
"Hold on. That's cheating," I protested." Nevertheless I felt the
touch of a soft finger trace Beau's underside from my balls to head.
"Next question ladies." I shuffled through the deck and found a
particularly difficult question.
"Ok," said Linda, but we need new prizes. Since we are still
clothed, we take off our pants if we get it wrong. If you lose, uhhh
what do you think Adele."
"They have to stroke themselves while we watch."
"Waaa, that's great," Linda laughed in my face.
Both Jay and I voiced protests. After all it seemed a little much.
"Chickens, chickens, chickens..."
Jay and I looked at each other and nodded. Oh hell, I thought, we've
got to win this one.
Adele grabbed a card "Who lived at 343 Bratner, Fernwood?"
"Is that a real question?" I looked at Jay. He obviously didn't know
either.
"Superman?" he ventured.
"No idiot, Mary Hartman. You lose."
"Jay, I need more wine." I dragged my half-naked body (accompanied by a
chorus of suggestive comments from the female members of our party) to
the counter and opened a new bottle. Back under the blankets, Jay and I
fortified ourselves with long pulls. Under the blankets again, the
ladies egged us on.
" Steve, I've actually never done this before have you?"
"Not really Jay. I've heard of the practice."
"Quit stalling and pay up," came from the blankets.
What the hell, I grabbed that shifty snake Beau and gave him a few long
slow strokes. I had to admit that it felt wonderful. But somehow the
public display..well ok... I enjoyed it. The heads turned under the
blankets and I could see Jay's helpless look as he grabbed hold and put
on his show. Howls of laughter came from the blankets along with
comments such as: "I think someone is lying--These have had lots of
practice--Ohhh, look at that technique."
"New game ladies." Jay grabbed the cards. If we win, we get to feel
your tits, if we lose..."
"We play with your balls," added Adele.
"Attention ladies, the question is what sport has a hooker in a scrum?"
"The answer is Rugby," said Adele. But let's give the poor one."
Linda nodded. "Lets go with baseball.
"Wrong. Ok Steve, let's go for it." Jay and I put our heads under the
blankets. I saw him put his hands on Linda's breasts, which I noted
were poking nicely from her jogging suit top. I, on the other hand,
contemplated the best way to touch Adele. I had observed all week that
her always seemed to be at attention and, of course, I had
"accidentally" touched them during her games. Presupposing some sort of
mechanical device, such as a wonderbra, was helping her defy the laws
of gravity, I slipped my hands under the waist band of her sweatshirt.
Wow, no wonderbra, just firm flesh. I teased her nipples and felt her
sharp intake of breath.
"Nice on your Steve." I heard Jay from the other side of the
blanket. I turned my head and saw his hands inside Linda's top.
"Adele's got some real beauties too Jay."
"Times up boys," Linda reminded us.
Jay picked another card. "Ok girls, What kind of school did
Galore run?"
"Easy, a flying school." Linda screamed. "Back under the covers Adele."
Jay and I leaned back. "I think we are either being cheated or just
plain whipped," he said. "Did we even make a bet?"
From under the blankets Linda voice was clear. "Ok dear. Each of us
gets to pick the penis of choice and give it a little kiss."
"Open mouth kiss?"
"Yes, French kiss."
"Tongue?"
"Yes, lots of it."
"Which one do you want?"
"Don't know; let's check them together."
I felt four hands on ole Beau. Well, he isn't that big; they did take
turns. Actually there was a lot of pulling stroking and giggling. The
pleasure was intense and Beau purred with contentment.
"We better check the other one," I heard Linda say.
I watched Jay jump, then lay back with a crooked grin.
"Which one do you want?" came from under the blanket. Whispering
followed and the two heads under the blanket moved. I felt wet lips
engulf Beau and a tongue slipping around his head. Was it Linda?
Adele? Surly I could identify my own wife's mouth. But then...I closed
my eyes and leaned back. One kiss turned to another and Beau became a
shaft of pleasure. Hands went under my balls in violation of the game
rules, but I was too weak to protest. A tongue went around Beau's head.
The incredible warmth was hypnotic.
"New rules ladies." Both heads poked up from the blanket. Jay
announced, "Ok, we're going for the big one. If the win, we get to
fuck the woman of our choice. If the ladies win, same choice." It made
perfect sense to me. I had another drink of wine and passed the bottle.
I took the cards and pretended to look for a hard one. I drew one at
random and announced "Ok, this is the big one, the question is--"Who's
having a good time?"
We all screamed "Me, me, me.
"I made my choice", said Jay.
"Me too's" came from Linda and Adele.
We all sat not moving and everyone looked at me. Well hell, we gone
this far I reasoned. "I know who I want?"
"Ready honey," came from Linda.
"Let's do it," Adele responded.
Both women rose to their knees, and I watched as both scooted to Jay.
Linda sat on his left and put her hand under the blanket while Adele
massaged his chest.
Taken aback, I watched as the three of them ignored me. Soon Linda went
up on her knees, opened her jogging suit top and pressed her naked
breasts to the left side of Jay's head. Adele pulled off her sweater
and did the same on the right side of his grinning face.
"Thanks ladies, a boob sandwich. What do you think of this Reb?"
"Looks OK."
"Guess this shows you who's king "cornpone?"
"You don't really mind if we three do this do you honey?" said Linda as
she lowered her head and licked Jay's cheek.
"Well no, after all I uh..." I lied.
"I've never done this," cooed Adele. "It's so exotic, especially with
an appreciative audience." She slipped a nipple into Jay's mouth.
"Oh Adele, it's getting so big, put your hand down here and help me." I
watched as Adele's hand joined Linda's under Jay's blanket.
"Linda, I'll take his balls, you stroke him."
"Guess this pays you back secessionist." said Jay.
"For what?"
"That little redhead you stole from me in college. I've been waiting to
get back at you all these years." At that, I saw three faces looking at
me and laughing.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, hope we didn't take the joke too far?" Linda moved
to me and tried to stop laughing. "You should have seen the look on
your face. Jay put us up to this. But it was funny."
"You mean Jay, the copperhead, started all this?"
"Not really, Adele and I talked and I mentioned the fun we had had with
another couple and she got interested and, well, Jay found out and
talked us into playing the trick on you. "Adele, I'm tired of these two
and their silly game. I've changed my mind."
"Me too," said Adele pulling away from Jay.
Stunned, or was it drunk (or was it both) I watched as both women, now
topless, wrapped themselves in a blanket. Yes, the same blanket.
Screams of laughter came from the blanket pile as Jay and I looked at
each other.
"What do you think?"
"Reb, I think we need another drink."
"Pass the bottle 'blue belly.'"
From the blankets we could hear comments..."Nice honey...Thank you
my dear... Ooh that tickles...Do you think we should kiss? Well maybe.
Want to help me take off my pants. Delighted to my dear. Nice buns.
Thank you... "
Two heads suddenly reappeared from the blankets. "We changed our minds
again boys."
"Then come on out?" My half-naked untangled herself from the
blanket (and Adele?) and began to crawl towards me. Adele too was still
wearing her pants, but I noticed they were unbuttoned and unzipped. She
displayed a beautiful rear end as she moved towards Jay.
"Linda, want to trade?"
"Yes, this one looks familiar. Think I may have had him before. Hard to
remember sometimes."
Abruptly both women turned. Linda approached Jay, and Adele came to me.
I was leaning against the starboard bulkhead. She paused, still on all
fours, between my outstretched legs and looked into my eyes. "No more
games?"
"No more."
With that her gaze left my eyes, and she looked down at ole Beau.
Somewhat disappointed with the proceedings, he had chosen this moment to
relax.
"Looks like you need some encouragement?" Adele looked me in the eye.
I looked with dismay at the shrunken Beau. Still on hands and knees, her
head lowered and then I could feel her lips as she gently kissed Beau.
It was a nice kiss. A long kiss even. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sensation, but the cantankerous Beau refused to cooperate. Again she
licked me, but no response was evident.
"What's the matter you Confederate bastard, can't get it up?" Jay
injected from across the boat.
That did it, immediately Beau began to expand in Adele's mouth.
I felt the lips leave my penis and go to my ear..."That's for being such
a gentleman all week. Now I am going to screw my husband's best friend
as pay-back for all the aggravation he's put you through."
"An outstanding idea." I observed.
I reached under her body and felt the I had denied myself all
week. (Well ok, I had touched them a few times.) Adele remained on all
fours and wiggling her butt in pleasure as I massaged each
pausing only to roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Oh that
is nice. More...please."
I began to push her to the side so as to better reach the rest of her
body, when she grabbed me and shoved my body to the cushions. I had no
sooner landed on my back, when she moved atop me. Damn, I thought,
pinned. I had forgotten how large and strong she was. As a matter of
fact, I had never been in such a compromising situation (is compromising
the right word for situations such as this) with a woman this size.
Erotic thoughts of all the Amazon women I'd seen passed through
my head.
"You realize you're the only other than Jay to ever feel my breasts?
"Thanks. I'm honored. There're very, very nice."
"Tell me the truth. When I was flirting with you, did you want to touch
my breasts?"
I figured there was no use in lying. "Yes, very much and more."
"What more?"
"I wanted then, and now, to put my hand in your pants."
"Please do."
I slid my hand off her and down into the unzipped pants. I felt
her legs spread as my fingers explored the elastic of her and
she half rolled to help me further. Soon my fingers encountered the
fuzzy tangles of her pubic hair, and I paused to massage her mound.
"You're also the second to touch me like this."
"Man yes, but did Linda touch you like this under the blankets?"
"No, but I did undo my zipper. I'd have let her."
"Let her what? This?" I eased my middle finger into a nice warm spot.
"Would you have let my touch you like this?"
"Yes."
As far as I know, my has no interest in doing other women, but the
conversations was certainly turning me on.
With two fingers, I began to massage her clitoris and took deeper
strokes inside her. "Linda might want to do this to you also?"
"Yes." Came weakly from a slack mouth. Soon I felt a quickening of her
breath as she began to rotate her hips, arched then relaxed. "Thanks
Steve, that was a nice start." Her hand moved to Beau. "It feels like
you are ready for more, but should I make sure?"
"Yea, I'd appreciate it." Again her head disappeared between my legs
and soon she had ole Beau in her mouth. I leaned back and relaxed. Beau
can get overly excited sometimes and--well there was lots of unfinished
pleasures ahead.
Soon I moved to prop myself against the bulkhead again. Adele removed
her pants and then straddled me. I felt her hand on Beau as
slowly and smoothly she lowered herself. God she was big. I could feel
the power of her thighs and could see the outlines of muscles in her
powerful shoulders as she began to rock. As one we moved, alone in the
universe enthralled by our very beings, straining to...
"You trying to fuck my Johnny Reb?"
"Hell no, you stupid Yankee bastard. As usual you got your tenses
wrong. I'm not trying, I am. No wonder you always flunked English. As
a matter of fact, I am doing nothing: your is doing me. She's been
horny for three days. Guess you're not taking care of her." I looked
across the cabin and saw Linda astride Jay in exactly the same position
as Adele.
"Think I didn't notice you trying to feel her up these last two days?"
"No, you're..."
"Don't these two ever shut up?" Adele interrupted as she turned her head
to speak to Linda.
"I can't believe it Adele. Two Miss Universes like us making love to
them and they have to re-fight some silly war. Can't you two just be
quiet and pay attention? If you don't, I'm going after Adele again, and
you two can play with yourselves."
I thought over the proposition. "Jay, suggest we rename be boat
Appomattux and sign a peace treaty. You can have my as a hostage."
"Agreed Reb. Your welcome to my as a prisoner also." This last
statement from Jay came with a gasp as Linda began to move faster. "Damn
Steve, I'm being molested by my own prisoner."
I turned my attention to Adele who had become glassy eyed. Her mouth
opened and a low moan escaped. Me, I was hanging on. Yes, Jay was very
wrong as usual. I wasn't "fucking his wife," it was the other way
around. She moved harder against me, and I admired her large body. The
boat had seemed so cold before, but as we moved she had built up a sweat
and the sheen dissolved into a small trickle, which found its way
between her breasts. I moved my head and licked the salty driblet. She
sucked in air as I put my teeth on her left nipple and gently bit.
At last I felt my beautiful Valkyrie weaken. She seemed to be returning
from a trip and I relaxed as Beau erupted into the wonderfully warmth of
her.
Soon she collapsed, and I enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of more naked
female flesh lying atop me than I had ever had before.
Across the boat, all was quiet, so I assumed that Jay and Linda too had
finished. I have often been criticized for sleeping too soon after sex
(not without justification), but managed to stay awake long enough to
put a blanket over both of us. Later in the murky night, Adele awoke me
and again demonstrated the power of her body.
It was cold in the morning. Jay got up and started the hated heater,
and I made coffee. While we were working, both women got up went to the
heads and returned to sleep. I noted that they did move close to each
other-for the warmth (I guess.) Twenty minutes later, Jay and I sat
topside holding steaming mugs to warm our hands. He looked at me.
"Still friends?"
"Damn right buddy. I'm looking forward to doing business with you and
uh Adele too. We are lucky with two fine wives."
We toasted each other with coffee cups. "Tell you what Reb, there's two
naked women lying down there. Let's flip a coin to see which one of us
gets to go down and climb between them?"
"Hell Yank. You're the last person in the world I should admit this to,
but I'm not sure I can get it up again after what your did to me
last night."
"You know Reb, I was kind of hoping you would win. Think I'm kind of
out of commission too. That Linda is one skillful woman. Course there is
always tomorrow night-right 'cornpone?'" His grin was a wide as I had
ever seen it.
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