Adam's Journey

Excellent writing Stormy, thank you.

TrF2

Hi stormy,

all I can say is: That's one of the best stories I ever read. And I can tell there were hundreds of horny tales.
Why don't you convert the whole adventure into a book and I give you a hand transferring it into German
Thank you so much for this, just phantastic!!!!!

best regards storyfan

Thanks GH, and it really is that way! Sometime I'll tell the story of our very first time, my future (and present) wife and I and my best buddy at the time, although at that point she and I were not yet even engaged, but knew we were serious about each other. Talk about your conflicting emotions!

cd and TrF2, thanks for the kind words and continuing support, I do appreciate it.

storyfan32, what a nice thing to say, that's a very fine compliment, and thank you! Jeez, I don't know about converting to a book - it was a lot of work to even get it put together this way - and you'd have to do a lot more than help convert it to German since my German skills are non-existent!
I can at least order food and a beer and ask where the bathroom is in Spanish - basic survival skills. Not so in German, although I did take a year of German eons ago. Thanks again, glad you're enjoying the story.

Sorry, all, for the long delays lately between posts, it has been a crazy and troubled summer! I hope to get another chapter put up tomorrow, thanks for your patience and continued interest.

stormy

Stormy, no need to apologize. You have invested a tremendous amount of time and effort into bringing us this wonderful story and we can sit and wait for the next installment. I was just hoping that you were OK, I just lost a friend unexpectedly over the weekend. It kind of makes you realize, once again, how precious life really is.

Hope you're well.

TrF2

TrF2, thanks for your concern, and I'm very sorry to hear about your friend. Nothing so tragic for me, just life's normal pressures, mostly centering around income and employment at the moment. The economy continues to hammer away at a lot of folks, and I know many are worse off than me, but it does upset one's normal routines! This too shall pass.

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I came back in time to hear Ron ask Doug about getting our boat to the party.
"What's the plan Doug, just tie on anywhere, or is there someplace in particular we should go to join the party?"

Doug, still clutching Kristi, nodded. "Well, actually that's why I came out. We're pretty sure we only have four of these huge boats coming, and you're the fourth. We thought we'd rope the four of you together corner-to-corner in a square around a central...sort of a lagoon, I guess. A swimming pool in the middle, I guess you'd say. Then the other smaller boats can all tie up to you four and each other as they get here, and we'll center the party around the lagoon. Is the boat behind you with you?"

Ron shrugged "Sort of. We led them here, they weren't sure where it was. They seemed like nice folks - maybe they can tie up to us when we get situated."

He frowned. "Yeah, that's fine. We've been saving the last center spot open for you, hoping you'd show up. You're a little late."

Ron nodded toward Kristi. "We had a special passenger to pick up Doug. Don't you think it was worth the delay?"

He laughed, hugging Kristi tightly to him, which caused her to lose her balance slightly. She steadied herself by putting her free hand on his stomach below his navel, the heel of her hand and little finger on the waistband of his suit, her other hand still around his waist from behind, both hands now just inches from the bulge of nylon stretched over his cock. I looked up from her hands to find her watching me, a small, enigmatic smile on her face. As Doug answered Ron, she moved the hand on his hip forward so that her fingertips just brushed the tip of his cock, and I realized she had known exactly what she was doing all along. I seemed to be having trouble breathing.

"Ron, I'd have gone a thousand miles out of my way and blown the party off entirely to pick up this lady!" He laughed, not seeming to notice that she was touching him so intimately. "I'm not questioning your judgment, we were just worried you might not be coming. That would have been a major disappointment."

I tried to speak and discovered my throat was totally dry. I coughed and swallowed and tried again. "Uh hum, excuse me, tickle in my throat! So are you going to take us in or tell us where to go, or what?"

"Well, I figured I'd have you follow me to your spot. Or I can steer you in if you're worried, either way. One thing though, if we put you in the middle like we're planning, you're stuck there for the duration - no leaving early. And don't plan on much sleep tonight either!"

Kristi laughed. "I don't think we were planning on leaving early or sleeping, were we guys?"

I glanced again at her hands, I couldn't help it, and my heart felt like it stuttered when I saw that her fingers now covered the entire head of his cock, and an inch or two more besides, and that her other hand had moved down to lightly stroke his bulging balls with her fingertips. It occurred to me that her hand on his hip hadn't moved, his cock had just lengthened and thickened with her touch, growing into her hand, and his erection now threatened to protrude from his suit!

As the swollen head of his penis prodded at his waistband, seeking more space and creating a small gap as it lifted the suit from his stomach, Kristi slid her thumb inside and I realized she was now touching him, on skin, his actual penis, and not just through the nylon. She was stroking him slowly, her fingers outside his suit, her thumb inside. Stroking him, but watching me. I didn't understand how they could go on conversing as though this were perfectly normal!

Ron said "Yeah, we're fine with it. I can steer us in if you'll just show me where. Why don't you go lead us in?"

I felt Kori's hand slide down my back in a slick of sweat that I hadn't known was there, and I realized that I was so hard, and so aroused, that there was a good chance I might cum in my pants any second now! My cock, my balls, my prostate, everything tingled and ached, and at the moment it was the center of my being.

Kori stepped to Doug and Kristi and took his other hand. "Yeah, come on and guide them in and I'll ride with you on your little go-buggy! I haven't been on one of those in a year, it'll be fun."

She disentangled Kristi from Doug, pulling him away. Kristi pretended to object. "Hey! You're just going to steal him, now that I've got things started? Why can't I ride with him?"

"Because I saw him first!" Kori spoke as if that made perfect sense. "Don't be a selfish slut, girl, there will be plenty of guys for you I'm sure. Besides, I need to get my suit wet to cover up my wet spot and I think the cold water might be good for me just now."

Kristi and Ron both laughed, Kristi giving Kori the OK to go ahead as I breathed a sigh of relief that she was out of it. They went down to his Waverunner as I waved to Miguel and Sandra and friends behind us to follow us in, and Ron throttled up a fair amount to keep up with the small crotch rocket, which Doug had tooling along at what was probably near it's slowest functional speed. As they circled in front of us we could see that Kori, hugging him from behind, had tugged the front of his suit down and was stroking his substantial cock with one hand, apparently cupping his balls with the other! It jutted out plainly from between his legs, long and thick, and she was pumping it intently.

I turned to look at Kristi and saw her laugh and shake her head. I had to ask. "So, are you disappointed that's not you doing that?"

She laughed again. "No Adam, I was just teasing you is all! I mean I just met him and a few seconds later I've got my hands on his cock - do you really think that's what I'm like?"

That question had trouble written all over it! "Uh, well, no, I didn't think so, but then you did that..."

Ronnie was intently watching Kori bounce along on the small craft, occasionally getting a glimpse of her masturbating Doug's sizable erection, a big smile on his face and paying no attention to us.

Kristi came to me and kissed me, rubbing her thumb and fingers together where Doug had apparently leaked pre-cum on her. She showed Ronnie. "Hey Ron, I don't think he's going to last too long, he was already leaking like crazy when I touched him!" She turned back to me. "As for you, I think you have to pretty much give me free rein tonight, since you've been so, um, what's the word?"

Ron tossed out "Promiscuous?"

Kristi smiled. "That sounds too honorable, or too weak. I was thinking of slutty, but what's the word for a man-slut?"

I thought I'd try. "Horndog? Pussy hound?"

Kristi and Ron both laughed again, and I realized I'd been offering her derogatory names to call me. She patted my arm. "You sound like you're proud of yourself!"

I smiled. "Actually, I am, just a little. This whole thing has been a reach for me babe, but it was your idea - and I think it's a good one, it's been a lot of fun - but it's definitely not in my nature. It's a stretch."

"But you were OK with what I was doing, touching Doug?"

I thought about it. "Yeah, I guess I was. Well, no, not really - I was afraid I might cum in my pants. I think I almost did."

They both looked at me, Kristi's eyes widening. "Really? Whoa!"

Ron joined in. "Man! That would have been humiliating. I love watching Kori fuck, but I've never had that happen. I'd die of embarrassment. You must really get off on the idea of seeing this beautiful creature with other men, huh?"

I hung my head. "Maybe. I guess. I don't know, I can't explain it. I feel like I'm suffocating, but it gets me so turned on! It feels pretty sick, you know?"

Kristi touched me, then leaned in and kissed me again. "Relax and go with it baby, it's all in fun. I love you, and it makes me very hot to know that watching me turns you on so strongly. I'd have loved it if you had shot your load in your pants, if you'd have humiliated yourself that much just from seeing me play with his cock. What a nice tribute that would be. God, just the thought of that makes me very horny!" She shivered, despite the heat.

I couldn't believe she wanted to see me embarrassed that way! "Don't get your panties all wet, I'll be trying very hard not to do that."

She laughed. "Well you'd better hold on tight tonight then, I think it's going to be a bumpy ride."

As Ron guided the boat into our designated spot and many hands helped to tie us in position, and I watched Miguel and his friend tie up to the outward facing starboard side of our bow I couldn't help but feel that she was probably right. I just hoped the bumps would be more fun, as she anticipated, and not so much pain as I expected.

Stormy

Both Mikey and I love your story and your description of Doug's cock growing into Kristi's hand was so hot.

Thank you, I fully understand just how difficult it is to write a long story like this one. Your efforts are very much appreciated by both GH and me.

I think I'll make my husband read parts of your story out loud to the group this weekend. I find that sucking a guys cock while I'm listening to my husband read erotica is really quite exciting.

Lisa

Thanks stormy, I can usualy antisipate tv or movie but are great on keeping it interesting.
contdoc

Stormy,

superb again!
I'm in love with Kristie, so don't let us wait too long till we can meet her again.

best regards and thanks
storyfan

Gosh Lisa, thanks for the nice compliment, it is very rewarding to know that you are enjoying the story. We sure all appreciate you allowing GH to entertain us in this forum. His work is inspirational to us, as I'm sure you are to him!
The idea of the two of you using my humble story in the scenario you suggest is very exciting, I hope someday you'll let me know if and/or how that panned out.

Thanks cd, I frequently don't know myself what might appear when I sit down to write, so I hope I can keep you guessing!

Storyfan, I sure appreciate the support. And not to worry, Kristi still has miles to go before she sleeps!

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Miguel and Sandra crossed onto our boat, their friends trailing behind. Miguel had a six-pack of beer in each hand, as did his male friend. Sandra was empty-handed, but when you are such an attractive package yourself it's socially acceptable to arrive empty-handed. I watched Ronnie's eyes track her and was positive he felt the same way.

The other woman, the darkly tanned platinum blond I had seen earlier, followed them across with a bottle of tequila in each hand. We came together and the introductions made their way around. We were one short, with Kori still riding around somewhere with Doug, but the three of us got to meet John and Britt, although I soon noticed that she called him Juan. John was dark, with jet black hair and a slightly pock-marked face. He had the odd combination of an aggressive expression and stance and a very laid back attitude, and was quick to laugh. He was muscular, probably not quite as tall as Miguel, and gave the impression of stolid strength.

Britt was not what I had expected. I was looking for her to be a harsh looking, badly bleached blond that had spent too many unprotected hours in the sun. (Cue theme from Rawhide)

Instead, she was young and beautiful, with smooth, flawless skin and hair so naturally light blond it was almost white. She was tall, taller than John and almost Kristi's height, and had a lean athletic body much like Kristi's, except with larger boobs. Much larger. As we were introduced she looked into my eyes and I was startled to see what a pale light blue her's were, almost silver. They should have felt like a cold, icy blue, but instead were warm and curious. I soon discovered that she had the same rare skill that Kristi has; when she speaks to you and focuses her attention on you it gives you the sense that you're the only two people in the room, and you are at that moment the most important person in her life. It can be very disconcerting, but very much an ego boost.

She got to me last. "So, Adam, it's a pleasure to meet you. We sure appreciate you leading us to the party - none of us is very good with the GPS system."

"No problem, glad we could help. We have a fourth around here somewhere, our friend Kori, Ron's wife, is riding around somewhere with our host. You probably saw her on the WaveRunner, but you'll get to meet her later."

She smiled. "Yes, we saw her. Tell me, are all the women going to be required to give the host a handjob?"

I felt myself turning red. Why I was blushing I can't say - Kori was the one performing the public masturbation, and she wasn't my wife - but blush I did! Britt noticed and laughed, as did Kristi, who joined us just then after chatting with the two men.

"Be careful what you say around my Adam, he embarrasses easily. He's so cute, like a babe in the woods, but he's working on it. Aren't you dear?"

I stammered, embarrassing myself further. "I, uh, I'm...yeah, working on it. Damn! As for the other, I don't think it's required, Kori just tends to be a little bit of an extrovert."

Kristi giggled. "Yeah, especially when the guy she's extroverting has a big stiff cock!"

They both laughed, and I found myself joining in. Kristi then asked the question that I'd been dying for an answer to, except she phrased it much better than I would have, I'm sure.

"Britt, I have to ask. With your light beautiful hair and gorgeous ice blue eyes, how do you get so tan without turning into beef jerky?"

Britt laughed, not the least offended. "Earl Scheib did it, I can't lie."

I was startled. "The cheapo car painting guy? How does that work?"

Kristi smacked me on the ass. "No dummy, she means it's a spray on tan. You go in a booth and strip down and they paint you with this tanning stuff. It lasts for a few weeks then you have to get it re-done. Not unlike an Earl Scheib paint job, now that I think about it."

I looked her up and down. "Really? Well, it looks good. Where do I go to apply for the applicator technician job?"

They both laughed, then Britt admitted it had come out a little darker than intended. Whatever, it really made her eyes appear all the more startling. And it made me very curious about tan lines, or lack of same. I hoped maybe that question would get answered later, and felt a response to that thought in my groin. I realized that with the Cialis in my system I'd have to be very careful where I let my mind go, or I'd soon earn the nickname of "tent-boy", not a moniker I wanted to carry.

We mingled and chatted with the others for awhile, then Doug's partner Steve and another guy showed up with a big tub of ice and some beers which they left in the shade on our deck. We added our beers to it, and assembled the small bar area on the upper deck, adding Britt's two bottles of Cuervo Gold to our supply of various booze. People came and went, many of them adding bottles of various spirits to our bar until we were quite well stocked.

A couple of the other big boats set up much the same way, and people moved from one to another, chatting, drinking, mingling, checking out the opposite sex in their skimpy hot weather attire. Many wore swimsuits, from fairly conservative to very skimpy for the women, and I was surprised that several men wore Speedo style bikini suits, the basic banana hammock, which I had thought was pretty much a European thing. Most wore the baggy but fast drying nylon trunks like I did.

Kori found her way back at some point, and I heard her tell Kristi that Doug had cum all over her hands as they bounced across the waves, leaving her horny but with a promise to make it up to her later.

I met and was introduced to more people than I could hope to remember, and I sincerely hoped there would not be a quiz after the party. Someone got some music going, classic rock that we could hear floating across the water, and a few couples danced. I found myself watching Miguel mix Margaritas and watching Ron watch Sandra, and soon was sitting on a bench with Pam on one side of me and Britt on the other, a cold Margarita in hand to go with the one already in my stomach and bloodstream.

I tried to remember if I had ever been this close to this much female breast before, and decided I probably hadn't.

I check every day to see if you have added a chapter. Is like waiting for the next Penthouse many years ago. You have the gift of making me feel like I am part of the action not just reading. Thanks for your time and effort, be sure we all appreciate it.
contdoc

Great job Stormy, as always, thanks and Happy Labor Day.

TrF2

cd and Trf2, thanks for the support, I do appreciate it. I enjoy the writing, it helps me to relax, but the kind comments help make all the effort worthwhile.
A fun and safe Labor Day to you as well, T.
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I quickly discovered that Pam was a 'toucher', one of those people that just habitually and constantly touches - hugging, stroking, or even just resting her hands on me or leaning against me. And it wasn't just me, she did the same to anyone that came within her space, male and female alike. Fortunely she's also one of those people that's very outgoing and open, and that, combined with her attractiveness and ready laughter, seemed to put most people at ease. Her sexy figure didn't hurt matters, and the men seemed to enjoy her attention. Women seemed to take it as though it was perfectly natural.

We made small talk and did some people watching, each of them occasionally remarking on one of the other partygoers or greeting somebody that came up to us. I saw Miguel performing bartender duties and speaking to an older gentleman at the bar that I'd not yet met, and Kori talking to Doug and Steve nearby. I'd temporarily lost track of Kristi, but did spy Ron in a clinch with Sandra as they danced to something I recognized as the Eagles, and I called Britt's attention to them.

"Do you know if Miguel is the jealous type? Is he going to have a problem with Ronnie sniffing at his wife's tail all evening?"

She laughed. "Be nice! No, I don't think he's going to have a problem with it, I'm pretty sure he's already seeking his own target for the evening. He'll be looking for a couple that he can dominate a little bit, you wait and see. He gets off on playing the aggressive dom role, and if he can take a guy's wife right out from under his nose and push him around a little at the same time, humiliate him, he loves it!"

I looked at her, part disbelieving, part hoping he didn't try that on Kristi and me. I was pretty sure fists would fly in that scenario.

Pam seemed fascinated. "Really? He would do that even in a large group like this? Seems dangerous to me."

Britt shook her head. "No, he's a pretty good judge of character. He has a knack for finding wimpy guys that get off on being dominated and seeing their wives get, uh, taken by another man."

Recognizing Sue's husband Rick, but also seeing myself in part of her description, I felt my gut clench. I knew the humiliation aspect would not be pleasurable for me; at this point I was not sure any of it would, but the idea of seeing Kristi with another man still sent a tingle through me. I quickly changed the subject.
"What about you and your husband, what's your particular thing?"

She turned her icy blue eyes on me and smiled. "My husband?"

"Yeah, John - what's his kink?"

She laughed. "Well, Juan's kink is to screw any women as he can, as often as possible - and he can do it quite often, trust me, the man's nearly priapic - but he's not my husband. He's Miguel's brother, and I met him through Sandra. I work with Sandra at a law office in Chicago."

"Oh. I see." I didn't really, not at all. She was wearing a wedding set with an enormous diamond surrounded by smaller stones, a very flashy and expensive looking piece, and she had the appearance of a woman that never missed a spa visit or a workout with her beautician or personal trainer. The high maintenance type, in other words.

She smiled again and went on. "Now my husband, his particular kink is playing golf, and he's with his buddies in Myrtle Beach this week doing just that. I thought that rather than stay home and mind the kids while my husband is away fondling his putter and dimpled white balls, I'd come here and fondle Juan's eight iron - or eight inches of iron - and dimpled brown balls. We both have our hobbies!"

Pam let out a loud giggle, and after a moment of shock at Britt's blunt honesty I joined her, laughing at the way she had put it as well as at her refreshing openness.

I took her hand. "Well Britt, that was a surprise. And also none of my business. Sorry I made the assumption about you and Juan. Hey, by the way, is it Juan or John - he answers to both."

She laughed. "He thinks that if he goes by John he'll seem more American and will be less likely to get deported. He's overstayed his work visa, and it's probably my fault. If I'd stop fucking him he'd probably go home."

"And is he the jealous type?"

She smiled and looked me up and down. "Why? Are you planning on trying something?"

I smiled back. "You never know. I just thought that would be good information to have, that's all."

"No, he's cool with whatever I do. And I am getting pretty tired of a steady diet of Mexican, not to discount his ability to get it up ten times a night. Can you do that?"

"Uhh, ten times? Really?"

As she and Pam laughed at my discomfiture, Kori came to my rescue. As she has so many times before! "Sorry ladies, I'm going to steal this guy away for a little while. Come on Mule, let's go relieve Miguel at the bar for a little while, it's not fair to leave him stuck there all evening."

As I stood, Britt grabbed Kori's arm. "Wait, did you call him Mule? What's the story behind that?"

Kori grinned at her. "I'll let him explain it, but I will say he can be very stubborn. But that's not it."

She pulled me away, and we took over for Miguel at the bar. He wandered off with the older guy he'd been speaking to, and I saw them join a younger, very attractive woman near the bow rail of our boat before I got involved in mixing blenders full of Margaritas and Daiquiris, and the occasional rum punch or serious drink. We seemed to have a couple of dedicated Scotch drinkers nearby, as well as one Jack Daniels fan.

Kori and I cut up a little, playing off each other like the old friends we are, tossing bottles and zingers with equal aplomb. The laughter and buzz around us drew a small crowd to our boat and our bar, and we both enjoyed a fair amount of attention from the opposite sex. Or at least I enjoyed it until Kristi reappeared, dragging Ty and Cody, the guys from this afternoon at the dock, behind her. One in each hand.

"Look Adam, Ty and Cody made it, finally!"

"Swell. How are you guys doing tonight, can we get you a drink?"

Cody smiled, warm and friendly as he'd been earlier, and even Ty greeted me warmly, his earlier animosity apparently forgotten. "Hey Adam, just a Coke for me if you've got one. Kristi wants us to take her out for a little skiing before it gets totally dark, I'll drink the real stuff when we get back." Cody asked for a club soda.

They had obviously brought the beautiful MasterCraft I'd seen earlier rather than their houseboat. I knew Kristi loved to water ski, and is extremely good, and I was relieved to hear that they both had the sense not to drink before they got involved in that, but the idea of her leaving with the two of them made my heart sink.

I got their drinks for them. "Boy, I don't know. It's getting a little late, isn't it kind of dark for water skiing?"

Kristi looked at me, her face unreadable. "It's light enough Adam. I'm good, we're not drunk, and we'll be careful. Right guys?"

They both nodded agreement. Still... "Baby, it's not that light. If you go down you'll be kind of hard to see in the water, that's a little dangerous with other boats around."

She gave me a wicked smile. "Well, if I do any going down, I'll just have to be sure I do it in the boat and not in the water then, won't I?"

Before I could come up with a response they turned and left, Ty's arm around her shoulders, and I watched as Cody's hand slid down her back until it cupped her cute ass, barely covered by her tiny suit. I knew a lot of the people around the bar witnessed it as well. My mouth felt like dust, and I struggled to swallow as the merriment around me dimmed to a distant buzz.

Good to see you again Stormy. I have the same feeling that you get when the roller coaster reaches the top of the first slope and very slowly .. starts .. to .. freewheel .. before .. the .. fall. It's called butterflies and I can almost feel Adam's myself. Great set up, knowing you, it probably will go on a bit longer too ...

This is a great novel of self-discovery, Stormy. Should be mandatory reading of all new and wannabe cuckolds, swingers, and swappers. And damned erotic and literary, too. When you finally finish it (and I hope that will be a long while yet), you should post it on Literotica.com.

Call yourself a doctor, farmer. It is already there !

I think he should publish it.

Stormy, I think I can see where you're headed with this party, and if I'm right, it's going to be great. I'll refrain from making one of my goofy comments because I don't want peak getting upset with me. I'll just say,
"thanks, Stormy, this is a great story...................andIhopeyouthrowsomegirl/girl/guy/guy/girl/guy /girlstuffintotheparty. Maybe even a little bisexual activity. LOL".

Wonderful writing, thanks again for entertaining us.

TrF2

Thanks peak, and it will probably go on a little while, as you say, but not too long. I've got a lot of horny people to satisfy on those boats!

peak is correct dr farmer; I have begun posting it, in longer segments, on literotica.com under the Loving Wives section, titled Adam's Journey. If you go there to re-read any of it you may see some minor editing changes, but otherwise it should be much the same. Also, if you do that, please vote your rating of any stories you read.
I'm not trying to win any contests, but there are a group of trolls at that site that routinely go out of their way to vote against and downgrade any story that has cuckold or cheating wife themes - always anonymously, of course! I have to wonder about how lonely and miserable their lives must be, to continue to read and berate material they don't like. But what do I know?
Thanks for your very kind comments above, it is much appreciated. It's very good to know that some are finding enjoyment and entertainment in my story.
Oliverra, that applies to you as well!

TrF2 - girl/girl, guy/guy, multiple partners - that's just disgusting! What the hell is wrong with you, man? I can't imagine where you ever got the idea that I would sink to such depths! But now that you mention it...

And speaking of that, I hope to get back to post another segment or two in the next few days. Thanks, all!

storm

I will keep checking. Your work is great. Don't let anyone tell you diferrent. I have hundred of hardons to prove it.
Thanks for your time and sharing your gift.
contdoc

Thanks cd, I really appreciate your support!
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After they left I was just generally irritated, the fun mood I'd been in while kidding around with Kori and the other folks around our bar completely forgotten. I felt prickly all over, and apparently it showed, because Kori took me aside.
"Adam, I know this is bugging you, but you're like a horse with a burr under its saddle. They're just going skiing you know. Why don't you go watch her ski? You always enjoy that, and I can get someone else to help me bartend for awhile - then I'm going to go have a little fun too!"

I decided to take her up on her offer and gave her a quick kiss. "Thanks K, you're the best. If I'm not back in thirty minutes or so, come find me."

She promised she would, and I turned to go. From the upper deck of our boat I could see that two or three additional boats, besides Miguel's, had tied up outboard of us. As a result, very little of the open water where they could tow a skier would be visible without crossing to one of the boats on the outer perimeter, so I went down to the lower deck and crossed to Miguel and Sandra's boat, then moved on to the one beyond it.

I heard the throaty growl of the big V-8 in the ski boat and knew I was near my goal, so I went up to the top deck of the boat I was on, a nicely equipped mid-sized houseboat, beautifully decorated. It appeared that there were realtively few people on the outer ring of boats, most of them having migrated to the center ring where all the action was, but there were a few around, most just having a drink and engaging in quiet conversation.

As I neared the rail I heard the growl of the engine drop to a low, burbling idle and spotted them slowly making a turn to pick up a skier from the water, about twenty yards away from me. Kristi was in the boat with Cody and Ty, Ty driving and Kristi and Cody acting as spotters. Kristi bent over and took a slalom ski from the person in the water, and when Cody leaned over and offered a hand I watched as he pulled a compact, dark-haired, very fit looking woman up onto the boat. She looked and moved like a gymnast, with contained power and purpose.

I saw her shake the water out of her short, pixie style hair and heard them all laughing, and suddenly noticed that she had no suit on her lower half, something I hadn't seen in the fading light! She had a bright yellow flotation vest on, and was clutching a small tangle of strings and dripping fabric in one hand; it was apparent that she had lost her skimpy bikini bottom when she went down hard, and having recovered it was now trying to untangle it and get it back on.

Kristi took it from her and untangled it while she shed the life vest, and I heard Ty suggest that she just leave it off. She ignored him, and I caught a quick glimpse of a dark triangle of pubic hair as she turned and got her bikini bottom repositioned and tied over her hips.

Kristi donned the vest and slipped off the back of the boat into the water, taking a few quick strokes away before Cody floated the ski out to her. They idled slowly and expertly around her, bringing the rope close where she could grab the bar, and when she signaled that the slack was out of the rope and she was ready he hit the gas.

She rose smoothly and expertly from the water, adjusting her grip slightly as she did so, and then they were off, the powerful boat quickly gaining speed. Soon she was skimming smoothly behind, kicking up a tall rooster-tail, and she turned to pick up speed, seeming to almost draw abreast of the boat before coming back across, getting serious air time as she jumped off the boat's wake.

They went into a wide turn, a couple of hundred yards out, and Kristi took the turn inside of the boat before shooting out to pass behind it at an incredible rate of acceleration. I knew she was in her element, loving the speed and excitement, and that she would be juiced on adrenaline for the next couple of hours.

Kristi is not generally a vain person, but one thing she does take pride in, and justifiably so, is her athleticism. She works hard to stay in shape, and she enjoys pushing her body to its limits. Perhaps in more ways than I knew!
Maybe she's just a little vain about her hair too, but considering the compliments she gets, and how many guys tend to hit on her, she has always been remarkably well grounded.

As I watched her ski, admiring her smooth power and grace and the way her long, sleek muscles moved under her skin, I realized she was showing off just a little, leaning back into the pull, holding the rope one-handed, taking long, high jumps off the wake, and doing a flip off one as she came parallel to where I stood. As the roar of the boat dopplered in and then out and away again, I became aware of voices from the deck directly below me, and leaned over to look. There were three guys standing at the rail below, watching her performance and providing their own commentary.

I eavesdropped a little, unintentionally, not knowing who they were or which one was speaking, but voice #1 began with "Wow! I could watch that all night, that's some fine looking woman flesh right there!"

The second voice responded with "I'd sure like to spend a little quality time with that!"

The third voice, laughing: "Yeah Bobby, but for you quality time means about thirty seconds. At best! A woman like that probably wouldn't let you kiss her feet!"

Two of them laughed, as the one they called Bobby bristled slightly. "Hey, that's not true! But I'd even kiss her feet if she wanted me to. And after my thirty seconds I'd just bury my face between those long, long legs until she was beggin' me to stop!"

"Bobby, she'd probably do that as soon as you tried to talk to her!"

They all laughed, then voice #1 rose again: "Yeah, but look at those legs! Damn, if she locked those around your head she could probably burst it like a melon."

"But not a bad way to die, huh?" They all laughed again. Then: "I'd sure like 'em locked around my waist though. You just know that's got to be one tight pussy on that babe. She could probably squeeze you dry in no time! She's just built for sport fuckin'!"

This conversation was starting to piss me off a little, even though I knew it was just something guys did. Lots of talk, very little action. Hell, I'd had conversations much like this with other guys myself, when we would see a beautiful woman. For the first time ever, I wondered if a husband or lover of the women I'd commented on and joked about had ever overheard me, and was horrified at the thought. Before I could go further with that possibility, their conversation took a turn.

"Hey, you know, I saw her earlier with a guy on one of the big boats, her husband or boyfriend, I guess. He was tending bar, and he sure didn't look very happy when she went off with those two guys to their boat."

"Would you be?"

"I'd be a little scared to have a girlfriend or wife like her, she could get laid anytime she wanted to - do you think she'll fuck around on him tonight?"

"Probably. You saw her with those guys, there was a whole lot of touching and flirting going on. That's usually the warm-up to something more. Fuck him man, I'd sure do her if I had the chance!"

I turned and walked away, unable to listen to any more. The fact that they were discussing me and Kristi and the likelihood that she was going to cuckold me tonight was, at once, embarrassing, painful, humiliating, and strangely exciting. In my heart, the very same one that was pounding like a jackhammer at that moment, I knew they were probably right.

And the tencion continues to built................
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I dropped down the steps onto the main deck of the boat, intent on heading back to the security of our boat and my friends, but looked out on the three guys that I had overheard as I passed the doorway. They still stood at the railing, watching Kristi, no doubt starting a pool on how long it would be before she had somebody else's cock inside of her.

Beyond them I saw Tyler turn the boat back toward the floating island of houseboats and speed directly toward the larger boats. Alarmed, I took an involuntary step or two toward the rail; there was absolutely nothing I could do, but I felt the need to do something! At the last moment he veered expertly away, and Kristi, following behind, leaned deeply into a brutally hard turn, absorbing the G-force with her body almost parallel to the surface of the water as the ski dug deep and she shot back the other way, avoiding a collision with the houseboat by what seemed like only a few scant feet!

The three guys had stood frozen in place as she hurtled toward them, and were still firmly rooted when the wall of water she had kicked up smashed into them, drenching them completely! A good deal of amused cussing and laughter followed, and included a few admiring comments about her nerve, athleticism, looks, guts, and sense of humor, as well as some discussion on whether or not she had specifically targeted them for that maneuver. I wondered that myself.

Chuckling to myself, enormously relieved that she was safe and had not been injured or killed during that insane maneuver, I slipped across to the next boat and headed back to my own. It was approaching full dark now, and I heard Ty's boat go into a low idle that could only be for stowing gear and picking up his skier, which meant that Kristi should be back soon.

Crossing through the dimly lit interior lounge area of Miguel's boat, movement off to my right caught my eye. Turning to look, I did a double-take when I realized that the motion I had seen was a womans head bobbing up and down over the naked lap of a tall, slender black man that I had seen earlier, but had not yet met. He was sprawled out on the low sofa near one corner of the small room, one foot hanging to the floor, while a small blond with a nice body - a nice naked body - knelt on the floor alongside, bending over him, her ass toward his upper body. In the receding light I could see her lips sliding up and down the long, dark shaft of his substantial erection! He had one hand up between her legs as she sucked him, and I could hear wet, squelchy noises and her low moans as he diddled her aroused pussy.

Aghast that I had barged in on them, I tried to quietly turn and leave but cracked my shin on the low coffee table that they had obviously pushed aside to clear the area near the sofa. The man's head came up from watching her blow him, and he looked directly at me!

I tried to bail out quickly. "Uh, sorry, excuse me, I didn't realize anyone was in here. I'm just trying to get back to my own boat."

He smiled. "No problem man, if we were worried about privacy we'd have used one of the bedrooms! We were kind of in a hurry and this was as far as we got."

The woman slipped his long cock out of her mouth with a soft, wet pop and looked up at me, his thick, glistening black organ still gripped in one hand.
"Adam, is that you? Hi, it's me, remember? Do you want to join us?"

It dawned on me that this petite blonde was Meg, one of the four people that had originally come to our boat to invite us to this party and had wound up flashing some very cute tits at us, and the wife of Steve. It was no big surprise that I hadn't recognized her - the last time I'd seen her she had not had a fat black cock in her mouth! Before I had a chance to either respond or wonder what Steve would think of this situation, I was startled by a voice from the darkness behind me.

"Yeah Adam, join them! She'd love to do both of you at once, that would be my little slut wife's dream come true!"

I turned and saw Steve in the dark corner, sprawled naked in a soft chair, legs wide apart as he slowly stroked his erect cock. A considerably smaller and whiter erect cock than the one his wife had been so avidly enjoying! I glanced from Meg to Steve, realizing that he had been just sitting and watching his wife as she got very intimate with a much better endowed black man while he sat alone, jerking off. I felt myself hardening, aroused by the erotic scene and by the fact that Steve was doing the very thing that Kristi seemed to expect me to do. And seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it!

"Uh, Meg, Steve, I'm sorry I barged in on you. I should probably be getting back, Kristi was skiing but they've wrapped up for the night and should be heading in..." It dawned on me that I was babbling, overcompensating for my embarrassment and arousal, so I shut up. The black guy, his long cock still firmly gripped in Meg's small hand (the one with her wedding ring on it, I noticed) stuck out his hand. His dry right hand, not the wet and sticky left one, which continued to play with and torment Meg's aroused sex.

"Hey Adam, good to meet you. I'm Darrien, and feel free to join us, it's cool with me." He laughed. "Hell man, she ain't my wife, why should I mind sharing her?"

I stepped over and shook his hand, thinking as I did how bizarre this was, going through the very normal ritual of a handshake with a guy that had a naked woman sucking his big hard black cock while her husband watched from several feet away. And jerked off. The handshake seemed jarringly out of place.

Meg bent forward and sucked at his dark, heavy balls, then smiled up at me as she ran her tongue all the way up the underside of his long, curved shaft. Her lips were shiny, and seemed swollen. "No waiting Adam, I'm all ready for you. Or if you like, Darrien could fuck me and I could suck your dick for awhile, that would be fun! You guys can trade off, I'd really like that. Or you can help me suck his cock if you want, it's a really nice one. How about it?"

My cock wanted desperately to take her up on her offer - the first part, not the last part - and was letting me know by throbbing hard and almost painfully where it was cooped up in my suit. I groaned.
"It's tempting Meg, extremely tempting, but I really need to go find Kristi and see how Kori is doing, I left her tending bar all alone." I was babbling again. I backed away, needing to make my escape before they lured me into their play. "Good meeting you Darrien, it looks like you have a fun evening planned here!"

He laughed again. "Awww damn, the evening is just getting started! It's a good start though!" He laughed again, thrusting his hips up as Meg took his long, thick cock deeply into her throat.

I glanced from his heavy, overloaded black ball sack and thick eight inches of dark meat to Steve's slender, pink five inches and tight, shrivelled little scrotum, and wondered what that sight did to Steve's mind, to his ego. Knowing how much smaller and less masculine he was would have been tough enough; seeing his petite, attractive wife's obvious appreciation for and enjoyment of Darrien's generous endowment must have been a crushing blow for his ego. Not bad enough to keep him from getting it up though, and he continued to slowly stroke his aroused cock as I mumbled my final goodbyes and slipped out on deck and toward my own boat.

I reached down and touched my rock hard cock through my suit. I know the drug contributed to my extreme hardness and the persistence of my erections, but that scene would have give a dead man a hard-on. I had no idea where the evening might go from there, but that had certainly been a rousing start! I made a mental note to try to find Meg later and ask her how that had played out. As if there was any doubt!

I almost wished I had stayed to see Darrien take Steve's wife, to see him penetrate her with his massive black cock and crush his enormous, cum laden black balls against her pale white ass while Steve looked on. I would have enjoyed seeing him fuck her, and fill her with cum, but what I was really curious about was Steve's reaction. I was pretty sure this was not their first time, but still, how would he handle something like that?

Great stuff Stormy, thanks for the two episodes over the weekend. I know everyone here alway looks forward to your new episodes, I sure do.

Yeah, I wish Adam had stayed and watched/participated with Meg as well, but obviously his gut wrenching feelings for Kristi are first and foremost right now. I'm sure that there's plenty more in store for him before the evening is over. I have a feeling that it's going to be a long, hard, chemically enhanced, emotionally draining evening for our boy while he's riding that cuck rollercoaster of emotions. Hopefully both he and Kristi will get a chance to watch each other in action, maybe even as part of the same group of people.

I'm also looking forward to seeing that little minx Kori in action during the evening, I really love her character in this story.

Thanks again Stormy, for all your efforts.

TrF2

Thanks TrF2, the truth is I haven't decided on where to go for sure and am trying to set the stage with something resembling a real situation that might give me a little inspiration. We'll see. Thanks for your support, you and the others keep me going when I get a little stuck!
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Crossing back to our own boat at last, I felt like a bull elk in rut. I was edgy, aroused, agitated, rankled and jealous about Kristi, and completely uncomfortable in my own skin. I needed to get laid soon. Or punch something, whichever opportunity came up first.

I decided to go back up top by the bar to wait for Kristi; maybe a good, stiff drink would help. As I reached the stairs I passed a small group of people and heard a voice announce in a very pompous manner:
"Sure, you can see global warming is real. I was up at Glacier National Park this summer and the glaciers were much smaller than when I was there seven years ago."

Now, normally I'm fairly non-confrontational, but this stupid statement just caught me at exactly the wrong moment. From my position on the lowest step I could see that the speaker was a slender, well-groomed, slightly balding guy, probably about 5'8" tall and in his late forties. In khaki shorts and Izod.

Before I could stop myself, I said in a loud voice "Yeah, and 11,000 years ago Wisconsin was under a glacier over a mile thick, and when I was there last August there wasn't a trace of it. Well, except in my Scotch."

His head snapped around and he quickly picked me out. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I shrugged. "Nothing. I just thought we were discussing melting ice and thought I'd throw in my two cents worth."

He sneered. "I suppose you're one of those climate change skeptics, a real flat earth type."

It was starting to look like the opportunity to punch something might just arrive first! "Oh, no, on the contrary. I absolutely believe in climate change, I've seen the geologic evidence that it's done so many times over the earth's history. I just question how much of any change has anthropomorphic origins."

He looked blank, so I filled in for him. "Man-caused."

He bristled. "I knew that! So you don't think greenhouse gases can cause climate change? That's foolish!"

I was so going to enjoy the feel of my fist meeting his face! "No, what's foolish is destroying entire industries, maybe an entire economy, based on a completely unproven theory. I think the jury is still out, and until we know we shouldn't do anything stupid."

"But all the experts agree that CO2 is causing warming."

"Sorry bub, but I can match you scientist for scientist on both sides of the fence. There are plenty of climatologists and meteorologists that think the computer models are severely flawed, and some evidence actually shows cooling. But you could be right."

"But most people think..."

I laughed "Now there you've got me! It has been a very effective propaganda campaign, and I certainly can't match up to all of your grade school-educated stars and starlets, or your rich fat-cat politicians that stand to get even richer out of the taxpayer's pocket if carbon control legislation passes. All I can do is look at the facts."

This was actually turning out to be kind of fun, and was providing a distraction from my problems. I stuck my hand out, and made it a point to crush his when it was proffered. He winced. "I'm Adam, by the way. And you are?"

He puffed up a little. "I'm Congressman Gerald Martin, Adam, and I can't believe you think it's not getting warmer - can't you feel it, see it?"

I was surprised! "Seriously, a U.S. Congressman, a member of the House?"

It turned out he was indeed, from a nearby western state. I was pretty glad I hadn't punched him - it's probably against some law, although the case could be made that any such law desperately needs to be repealed!

I went back to his question. "Seriously Gerry - can I call you Gerry?" He didn't object, so I went on. "Gerry, where I live it did seem to get hotter between about 2000 and 2005, but that didn't happen world-wide, and you're confusing weather with climate. If it happens for a year, or five years, or fifteen years, well, that's weather, and it changes constantly, in relatively short cycles. When it happens for fifty or a hundred years, or more, then you're starting to talk about climate."

He frowned. "So you really don't think we should do anything?"

I laughed. "Again, you misinterpret my meaning! We should of course take common sense measures, shoot for high-mileage cars, conserve, generate power with non-fossil fuel sources like nuclear and hydroelectric when possible..."

He cut in. "Nuclear is too dangerous, and it would be a sin to dam up any rivers just to make power!"

I slapped him on the shoulder, laughing. "Surely you catch the irony of you making that statement while you're floating around enjoying yourself on this big old lake behind - oops, you guessed it - a giant hydroelectric dam!"

He looked surprised for a moment, then laughed and shook his head ruefully. "You set me up and took me down right there! This is kind of fun Adam, come on, let's go upstairs and freshen our drinks."

We climbed the steps, followed by a couple of attractive women and other members of his retinue and went to the bar, now being tended by Ronnie and Sandra. Ronnie looked at me and raised his eyebrows, silently asking how I was doing. I shrugged and smiled at him, touched by his concern. I looked for and spotted Kori, standing by the front rail, drink in hand, talking to Doug and Pam. Pam saw me and waved.

By now there were probably between twenty and thirty people on our upper deck, several in the hot tub, and more on the deck below. All four of the boats around the inner square looked equally well populated; I guessed the party in the cove had attracted over two hundred people and at least twentyfive houseboats, as well as several smaller craft.

Sandra brought us drinks, giving me a brilliant smile when she recognized me. I had to admit, Ronnie has good taste. She was seriously exotic, pretty and sexy, and I noticed the Congressman's eyes run hungrily over her body. I called him back to earth.

"Gerry, the problem is you guys want to have your cake and eat it too. Right now the transportation sector - all phases - is about 90% reliant on fossil fuels. And in the interest of full disclosure, I work in the oil industry, out on the fringes in the R&D sector. But the transportation issue is not going to change or go away anytime soon, there are no viable alternatives available. So we should conserve as best we can and continue to research other technologies. The truth is I don't want to dam any more rivers either."

He stopped me. "What about electric cars, or hydrogen powered, those technologies are available."

"Available yes, functional no. We just aren't quite there yet, and what they do have is ridiculously expensive and sets up all new pollution problems from the batteries involved. And even if good electric cars were available it would take ten or fifteen years for the fleet to roll over. And when - or if - we do get there, where is all the electricity to recharge these cars or generate the hydrogen fuel going to come from? Fossil fuels, coal and natural gas? That just trades one problem, one CO2 source for another. Nuclear is the only viable, available, and somewhat reasonably priced answer for clean, dependable power. Without damming rivers."
This was a pet subject of mine, so he had unwittingly played right into my hands.

He paused, frowning. He had turned out to not be such a bad guy, despite my first impressions. And that's a major concession from me when talking about a politician. "We can get our electricity from wind and solar, those are both proven technologies."

I laughed. "Yeah, proven to be extremely expensive and unreliable! Seriously Gerry, when a company steps up that can provide dependable, consistent solar or wind power, at a reasonable price, and without any taxpayer subsidies, I'll be their biggest cheerleader. And stockholder. So far nobody is even close, and may never be. It's the nature of the beast, it's just not always sunny or windy where and when you need it, and there is no way to store the energy, or transmit it long distances effectively."

I was so engrossed in the argument that I had momentarily forgotten all about Kristi, until I saw him look over my shoulder and watched his eyes widen appreciatively. Long, cold, wet hair touched my back, soon followed by a warm, firm body that I knew so well, and her arms came around me.

She kissed my shoulder and neck. "Hi baby, did you see me skiing? It was a blast, that boat is so damn fast, and Ty is great with it. I'm pumped!"

I smiled. I had known she would be, all of her senses and nerve endings firing from the vigorous and fast paced action. I pulled her up next to me and put my arm around her shoulders, squeezing her to me. "I did babe, you looked amazing. Thought you were going to kill yourself on that one maneuver though, that was insane."

She laughed. "It was fun! A little closer than I intended, I think I drenched a couple of guys on the boat."

I laughed. "You sure did. But they deserved it, I'll tell you later. In the meantime, I'd like to introduce you to a real U.S. Congressman, Rep. Gerald Martin. Gerry, this is my fiancee' Kristi."

They shook hands, and he held onto hers. "Please call me Gerry, Kristi, it's a pleasure to meet you.' His eyes ate her up, running over her face and body with no trace of subtlety. While this demonstrated better taste and judgment than I would have expected from a politician, it was beginning to piss me off!

She pulled her hand free. "Really, a U.S. Congressman? Currently?"

He smiled and preened a little. "Yes ma'am, second term. My constituents like me!"

Kristi smiled. "Can I get my picture taken with you?"

He looked her over again and smiled proudly. "Sure, I don't know why not." He turned to one of his posse. "Frank, do you have a camera?"

Ronnie came up with one from somewhere and they both turned to face him. Kristi stopped them. "Can I be topless in the picture?"

The look on the Congressman's face was priceless! His desire to see her topless warred with his common sense and fear of the voters. "Uh, um, well, no, I don't think that would do at all! What if that picture showed up on the internet, or in the tabloids, that would be disastrous!"

Kristi appeared to consider that. "You're right, of course. I don't know what I was thinking! If my friends and associates ever saw me this close to a politician, why, I'd be ruined!"

Everyone around us, including some of his people, laughed. Ronnie was about to fall down, tears running down his face. Gerry chuckled uncomfortably, not sure if she was pulling his leg. I knew she wasn't; she detests politicians as a class, considering them a lower life form. I was hoping she would behave herself with someone of his rank, but should have known better.

She went on. "Well, nevermind the picture then, if I can't go topless. Hey Gerry, what would you call it if we had five hundred politicians at the bottom of this lake?"

He looked at her and shrugged, frowning again. "I don't know, what?"

She gave him her prettiest smile. "A good start! Or water pollution, take your choice."

I winced inwardly and tried to pull her away, knowing she was enjoying her captive politician's discomfort far too much. She wasn't quite finished.
"Adam, I expect this from him, but why would you be at a party with all these nice people and so many beautiful women and be sitting here talking politics?"

"Well, we weren't really talking politics babe, we were talking science."

She looked from him to me, and back at him. "Huh. That must have been a little like talking Shakespeare with a chimp."

Ouch! I pulled her away as Gerry laughed uncomfortably, trying to remain polite. I turned her over to Kori and Pam and walked back to apologize.
"Sorry Gerry, I should have known better. She just has a thing about politics, she hates all aspects of it, it was nothing personal."

"It's OK Adam, it's not that unusual. She was just extremely good at it! Such a gorgeous lady, but such a sharp tongue. Very quick mind though, she must be a lot of fun."

"You have no idea! She's not that way about most things, just politics and the people that practice it."

He laughed. "Makes me wish I'd followed my early instincts and become a fireman, it's what I wanted when I was five."

I chuckled. "Well, you would be much more widely admired. And men in uniform always get her hot, so..."

He laughed and we parted, promising to stay in touch but knowing we wouldn't. He had turned out to be a pretty good guy, for a politician. I returned to our little group and Pam immediately pulled me close, leaning against me, her large left tit crushed to my arm. Doug and Kori were also touching and flirting, and I remembered that she had jerked him off earlier, so they were understandably intimate.

Kristi looked at Pam and I, noticing how close she was holding me and touching me, and smiled softly. That looked like trouble to me. "Hey Adam, I'm still wet and kind of cold, I think I'll get in the hot tub. Are you going to join me?"

"Sure, sounds good." I had noticed her erect nipples but hadn't considered that she might be cold. Duh.

Pam chimed in. "I think I'll come too, if that's OK."

Kristi replied. "Sure, the more the merrier!"

I glanced at the hot tub. There were several people already in it, but I thought the three of us could crowd in. If Kristi's take was true, it was destined to be quite merry indeed!

Stormy, you just keep this boiling away. Already I feel like the guy on the shore watching the party, listening, knowing that on the boat are some really great people, and wishing I was there.

Adam seems to generate this feeling wherever he goes, and of course you generate Adam. A real all american hero if ever there was one. I'm trying to work out in my own head who you would get to play him in the film when you sell the screenplay. I can see Brad and Angelina but I'm not sure ....

Stormy

I just caught up on your story. I've been out of circulation for a while and I've also been focused on writing. I think you get into the same mindset.

I love the way your slowly building the tension about how Adam is going to handle seeing Kristi cuckold him. I can't wait to see what happens. Keep up the good work.

GH

I am glad there is so much to read lately, thanks.
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Ah, the good old hot tub-great place to start the evening's activities. Brings to mind a swingers club we used to frequent about 100 years ago. I have lots of really great memories about carrying on in that hot tub with all kinds of voluptuous people. Nothing quite like getting groped and not really being sure who's doing the groping. Fingers and toes in everyone's holes. Oh my.

Great job as always Stormy, thank you.

peak - thanks, I've found myself wishing I was on the boat as well! I appreciate the kind words, and was thinking about your comment - Brad and Angelina would be good. Appearance-wise I thought maybe Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, if they were to ever take up acting...

THanks GH, and you're right, I do tend to get a little compulsive about it. I get tense and feel like something is missing when I can't get back for several days. Good to hear from you, hope all is going well.

cd - you're welcome, it's been fun!

TrF2, you're right! What is it about the combo of warm water and scant clothing that lowers inhibitions? (Well, mind altering substances also contribute.) Loved your Wizard of Oz reference!
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As we crossed to the hot tub, Kristi asked me why I had said that the guys at the rail had deserved the soaking she gave them. I laughed and started to tell her, but was interrupted by some of the people in the tub telling us that the price of admission was that we had to fetch drink orders for anyone that needed a refill. We laughed, but took orders from four people and decided that Kristi and I could handle it, so Pam was graciously allowed to enter the tub.

As we waited for Ron and Sandra to fix the drinks, I quickly finished explaining to her about the lewd comments of the three men, and how they had been wondering just who she might wind up with tonight, taking her infidelity as a given.

She looked at me. "You're right, they deserved it! Did that really bother you?"

I shrugged. "It was just guys, talking shit. We pretty much all do that kind of stuff."

"Yeah, I know, but did it bother you?"

I gave her another resigned shrug. "Yeah, a little I guess. It's no big deal, can we stop talking about it?"

She laughed. "We've got you all the way up the hill, now we just need to get you over that hump." I smacked her on the ass, hard enough to make a loud pop, and she jumped. "Oww, hey!"

"Well babe, I guess me getting over humps will depend on who you plan to hump."

She laughed, rubbing her butt where I'd spanked her, and raised her eyebrows mischievously. "Does it depend on who, or on how many?"

That comment sent a brick to my belly and a tingle to my groin simultaneously, an odd sensation. Foolishly, I had never anticipated that she might consider multiple partners. Now I wondered if she was viewing this party as a giant buffet of willing males, cocks erect, just waiting for her to make her selection. Or selections. I had no clever response for her.

She laughed and tossed her hair back. It was drying rapidly in the desert air. "That look on your face was priceless! Did I shock you?"

"Umm, you did, a little. Just when I was starting to think that nothing you could say or do would shock me anymore!"

She gave me her best sexy smile, the kind of smile that invariably fills my head with impure thoughts. "I hope we never get to that stage in our lives! I've still got a few tricks in my bag." As she said that she reached below the bar and ran her hand up the leg of my trunks, finding my cock contained within the mesh pouch, no doubt right where she expected it.

It made me jump, but it was probably a good thing she did it because I'd been about to make a stupid tricks / prostitution reference in response to her comment, which, in retrospect, was a very bad idea considering some of the names I'd called her when I had caught her cheating. It was also a very bad thing she did it, because I felt myself begin to harden almost instantly. I knew by now that the drug in my system would cause me to harden quickly, to maximum hardness and size, and that it would be persistent. I tried to push her hand away, but she resisted.

"Come on Kristi, stop! Please?"

She laughed. "Did I shock you again? Is this against house rules or something? Wait, I'll find out." She turned her head and called out to Ronnie "Hey, Ron, is it against the rules of your fine establishment for me to play with my fiance's big cock while we wait for our drinks?"

Several people turned to look at us as Ron shook his head. I could feel myself growing red. Ronnie took right up with her. "Damn, woman, have you no sense of common decency? But no, it's not against our rules. In fact, it's encouraged!"

I muttered "Thanks so much Ronnie! Come on babe, the drinks are almost ready..."

Sandra came over and looked directly into my eyes, smiling brilliantly. I noticed that her eyes were so dark that I could barely make out the pupil against her walnut-brown irises, dark, mysterious pools. Considering Kori and Sandra, I had to admit that Ron has excellent taste in women. She spoke in her soft, cultured accent, addressing Kristi but never letting her eyes waver from my own. "I believe it is against our rules to do that without showing the rest of us what it is that so fascinates you."

I took exception: "Oh no, uh-uh, we're not going down that road!"

Kristi was enjoying this, knowing how much she was embarrassing me. Of course, she could also feel how hard I was growing in her hand. "Oh come on Adam be a sport! Someone's got to be the icebreaker for this party!"

I shook my head, seriously not wanting to be there just then, as a woman's slurred voice from behind me said "Yeah Adam, come on, be a sport, show us some dick!"

I turned and looked. It was a somewhat heavyset dishwater blond, probably early forties, not unattractive but obviously very inebriated. Her husband, a paunchy, balding guy that looked older than her, was alternately glowering at her and me, as if this was my doing! I don't believe I'd met either of them; if I had, I'd forgotten.

Before I could respond to this assault another woman's voice, this time from across the bar, joined in. "Yeah, don't be a coward, whip it out! We promise not to laugh, don't we girls?" This time it was an older, slender brunette, probably close to fifty. Her husband was at her side, an amused expression on his face. I had met them; she was Elaine and he was Jack. Or perhaps it was Ellen and James. Eileen and Jerry? I knew it was something like that. Both were trim and looked fit and attractive, but were older than most of the other partiers.

Kristi looked at me. "Well? You don't want to disappoint your fan club, do you?"

"Yes, desperately! Well folks, gotta go, I've got friends dying of thirst over there!" Ron and Sandra had our drinks ready and on the bar. I had ordered a Scotch, and Ron had poured me a J&B over ice, knowing it wouldn't hurt the cheaper whiskey. I grabbed my drink and another in one hand, and two more, both in stem glasses, in my other hand, leaving Kristi with just her own and one other to carry. I turned and tried to escape as Ellen/Elaine started a chant of "Whip it out, whip it out!" and dishwater and two other woman joined in, but Kristi still had her hand up my pants and my penis, by now quite hard and straining at the thin nylon pouch, in her grip.

She began tugging the leg of my suit up with her free hand, trying to expose me! I twisted away, sloshing one of the drinks, but could do little with my hands full. Laughing at my predicament, she succeeded in getting my trunks pulled up, leaving only the thin white nylon mesh between me and the world. With her hand clutching the thin fabric around the root of my cock, it left little to the imagination!

Close to her ear, I muttered "Kristi, please!"

"Adam, relax and show off a little! You've got no reason to be shy, but I'll stop here, I promise."

Relax! Sure, no problem. Bright red with embarrassment, overheated, wishing I was someplace - anyplace - else, I stood and let her fondle me through the filmy mesh in front of other people, mostly strangers. I heard a couple of wolf-whistles, an embarrassed laugh, an "oh wow!" , a "Yesss!" , and a few lewd comments.

Dishwater looked drunkenly at her husband. "Hey, how come you don't have one of those?" The people next to them laughed, and I heard Ronnie snicker. Her husband blushed and looked furious, like he was about to explode. He grabbed her arm and tried to pull her along, but when he couldn't he stalked angrily away. I felt responsible; I never should have let it go this far, I knew it was a mistake.

Ellen - I'm almost sure it was Ellen - turned to her husband, smiling. "That's a good question dear. I thought all men were created equal."
His reaction was totally different; he laughed and shook his head, patting her on the shoulder. "Sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, that part's not covered by that rule. But as always, I stand ready to help you find and achieve your dreams!" They smiled at each other, sharing their secrets.

Kristi finally relented and let me go, tugging my suit down, and I fled back to the hot tub, hearing a thin smattering of applause behind me. As I passed out the drinks, Pam asked "What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing. We were just joking around. Now make room, I'm coming in!" I very much wanted to be underwater before any of them noticed my bulging trunks.

I slid into the water in the middle on one side, between Pam and a woman I had met earlier in the evening named Joan. Joan was a very pale skinned redhead. Not the strawberry type like Sue, or the flaming orange-haired type that invariably has bright blue eyes and freckles, but the very dark auburn red that seems so often to accompany deep green eyes and perfect, flawless ivory skin. As it did in this instance. Her shiny hair was cut short in a style that framed her heart-shaped face, and I had thought when I had first met her how very pretty she was, a healthy, alive, all-American girl.

I placed her at about my age, late twenties to early thirties, and her husband, Matt, dark-haired, slender, with dark eyes and a closely-trimmed mustache, at about the same age. They had been talking softly to each other when I climbed in, and he was softly stroking her throat as she laid back against him. She gave me a nod of greeting and then turned back to her husband, kissing him deeply.

The water was plenty warm, but not unbearably hot, and I sank gratefully up to my shoulders. My feet bumped somebody else's under the water, and the woman directly across from me, who had been leaning back and looking up at the emerging stars, raised her head and looked at me. It was Britt, her white-blond hair wet at the ends. She gave me a languid smile and stroked my leg with her foot, up to my knee. My eyes were drawn to the upper swell of her ample breasts, right at the water's surface. She caught my gaze and slowly winked at me. I smiled back at her, and she laid back to continue star-gazing, still stroking my leg.

Pam leaned against me, running her hand over my chest and down to my stomach, where she let it rest. I could feel her hair where the water swirled it across my arm and side. I was very aware of her touch, and of the softness of her breast where she leaned into me. If her hand travelled lower she would find me still aroused, a situation that showed no sign of abating.

Also in the tub were Miguel and the couple I had seen him with earlier. I noticed again the age disparity between her and her partner; she was young, maybe early twenties, and he was probably pushing fifty. She was neither attractive nor unattractive, the type that would disappear in a crowd and whose photo can be found in the dictionary next to the word 'unremarkable'. She even had an average figure; nice, but again unremarkable. Her husband - or what I assumed to be her husband, he could have been her father - was balding and slightly heavyset, but in a general, large-bodied way. He didn't have the middle-age gut found on so many men his age, he was just bulky.

I had noticed an odd dynamic between them earlier, and now it was even more pronounced. Her attention was focused completely on Miguel, ignoring her husband as if he didn't exist. Likewise, Miguel was focused entirely on her, as if he owned her, or at least possessed her, and was concentrating all of his being on bending her completely to his will. Her husband was there, right next to them, but it was as if he watched from afar, peering through a window, or was himself perhaps invisible. Very weird.

Pam saw me watching them and whispered in my ear. "That's Linda and Max with Miguel, and it seems Linda wants a little hot-blooded Latino salsa action. Look at her arm."

I looked, and it was immediately evident that she was stroking Miguel's cock under the water! With the jets and bubbles on you couldn't see her hand, but the repetitive motion of her upper arm, visible above the water, was unmistakable. I realized that Max was also watching his wife's arm move, his eyes locked on her. She seemed to care not at all.

Kristi finally arrived with the other drink, which turned out to be Joan's, and handed it to her. She handed me her own drink to hold while she climbed in, and she wedged herself in between me and Joan, everyone crowding together and touching lots of skin, Joan sliding partway onto her husband's lap. There was a little room open along the other side, to our left, but nobody made any move toward it.

We sat there soaking, relaxing tired muscles, softly talking and enjoying our drinks. And the slippery, sensual touch of skin to skin. The scent of marijuana smoke drifted across us, sweet and acrid, and we wondered who was enjoying a little doobie, and where. It smelled good to me, triggering a few old memories (hazy memories, but memories nonetheless). It had been a long time since I had indulged. Britt's foot was slowly exploring farther and farther up my leg, now at mid-thigh, and Linda continued to stroke Miguel, making no attempt to hide the fact; now they were kissing as well. Her husband remained a silent observer.

I was facing the right direction to see Kori and Doug break off a conversation they had been having with another couple and stroll across to join us. Kori looked good; lively, aroused, cute and sexy. Doug seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her company, and I couldn't help but notice the way his well-stuffed Speedo shifted his substantial package from side to side as he strode across the deck. He appeared at least partially aroused, and Kori's erect nipples indicated it was a mutual thing.

Pam saw them and giggled. "That's my husband, just hang your junk out there in a little nylon baggie and wait for the pretty girls to flock around like sparrows. Subtle, but it seems to have worked on your friend Kori."

Kristi laughed. "For Kori, all he had to do was say the word 'penis' and he'd have had her. Hanging it all out there like that, well, that's like a moth to a flame!"

We were all laughing as they reached us, and Kori looked from one to another of us. "What's so funny?"

I reached a wet hand up and stroked her chin. "You, sweetie! We were just commenting on how happy you looked - and why not, huh?"

She shrugged, smiling. "Oh, OK. As long a we're all happy!" She looked around the hot tub, at all of us, and a frown furrowed her brow. "Hey, I think I read in the owner's manual for this boat that the hot tub becomes clothing optional at 6:00 and naked at sundown. It's dark, and y'all are violating the rules!" With that, she quickly popped out of her top, tossing it on a lounge chair and climbing into the open space along the side, giving everyone a good look at her lovely tits, nipples hard, as she scrambled over the side. She hadn't gone full naked either, but trust Kori to get the ball rolling when it comes to being bare - she just flat doesn't like wearing clothes!