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goodhusband Member 2623	# Posted: 19 Jan 2010 06:20:47 Reply  Storm Well done, now comes the real question. Where do they go from here. It's interesting to me that everyone at this site seems to crave "real" stories. but most of the so called "real" stories posted at this site are generally very superficial and one dimensional. They rarely confront the real issues that arise in a cuckold hot wife relationship. You're doing that. I applaud you. GH
oliverra Member 25	# Posted: 19 Jan 2010 09:17:53 Reply  GH, I concur. Stormy, it seems to me that you have so many avenues still to explore, I do implore you to keep going. RO
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 19 Jan 2010 22:50:04 · Edited by: stormydog Reply  Thatluckyguy and peak, your responses came up while I was posting that last segment so I just now get to say thanks for checking in. That drfarmer, what a kidder, huh? I saw a book once called The Science of Sex, but I don't think that's what they meant. GH, thanks. Not sure it will fly with everyone here, but I just can't imagine a relationship where the sexual aspect is so absolutely casual and meaningless that it doesn't cause at least a little pain and anxiety. Since Adam and Kristi care so much for each other their sexual adventures are bound to create considerable friction. No, not the kind drfarmer might refer to, the other kind! I do have some things still hanging out there oliverra, not sure how many of those loose ends I might yet tie up. I appreciate your note, and your vote! ___________________________________________________ Ronnie slowly opened the door and stuck his head in, eyes closed. "Are you decent?" Kristi and I laughed simultaneously and I launched a pillow at his head. "Ron, that's a misplaced sense of decorum if ever there was one! Come on in, you're not going to see anything you haven't already seen." The pillow had hit him square in the face just as he opened his eyes and he had banged his head on the door when he flinched away from it. Rubbing his head with one hand, he scooped up the pillow with the other and fired it back at me before grumbling "Well, it's different you know, interrupting your privacy instead of just watching you hump away out there in front of a live studio audience. I didn't want to barge in." Kristi smiled at him. "That's sweet Ronnie, just ignore him." She sat up and held her arms out to her sides, showing off her nudity. "So what do you think Ron, am I decent?" His eyes drank her in, and he gave a low whistle. "Kristi babe, you are several orders of magnitude above decent. It almost makes up for having to see Adam's naked ass!" "Hey, some people like my naked ass! Can I help it if you have lousy judgment?" He shrugged, taking a seat on the bed beside us. "Sorry, I'm just not into nude hairy man-ass. Now hers, on the other hand, I would drag myself naked through a mile of broken glass using only my tongue just to be able to kiss it!" Kristi laughed and leaned over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You say the sweetest things! Weird, sick, more than a little disturbing sometimes, but sweet." He didn't seem to mind Kristi draping herself over him, despite the fact that I knew we both reeked of sex. I had thought it a little strange when he sat on the bed with us, Kristi and I still obviously in our post-coital nakedness, but I knew our friendship had moved to a new, closer level. Still, seeing Kristi naked and touching him, and Ron so obviously enjoying the contact, it made something churn inside of me. Seeing her with other guys was a guilty pleasure, or at least it seemed to be becoming one. Her with my best friend, I had no idea how I should feel about that! I know what you're thinking, 'Sure, but you fucked his wife', but still. In one way I was happy that they clearly cared for each other and felt very close. In another way it kind of gave me the creeps. There are just some things your best buddy shouldn't know about your wife - or in this case my fiancee - you know what I mean? One of those things is what it feels like to have sex with her, although they hadn't yet, not really, and I did already have full carnal knowledge of Kori. So call me old-fashioned! And possibly a proponent of a double standard. Ronnie reached up and interlaced his fingers with hers, where she held him around his neck and shoulders. "That's me Kristi, sweet and weird! So if you guys are all done here, and not too exhausted to stand up, we're all planning on getting a little skiing rotation going. Cody and Ty are fixin' to take Kori out right now, then Britt wants to give it a try." As he finished speaking we heard the big engine throttle up and move away, then felt the slap of the wake on our hull. I looked at Kristi. "Yeah, I guess we're done. We were just talking." Kristi smiled softly and agreed. "Yeah, just talking." I heard the wistfulness in her voice, and saw it in her smile. I knew there was more she wanted to say, or possibly more she needed to hear from me. Ron caught it too, belying his reputation as an insensitive lout. "Are you two OK? I mean really OK, because Kori and me sure want you to be." I looked at him, and could see the concern in his eyes. "Ron, I think we are. Or at least we're getting there. We're getting some things worked out, you know what I mean?" He nodded. "Yeah, well, you know that if there's anything Kori and I can do to help, we're there for you. Even if you just want to talk about it, or if you have any questions. We do have a little more experience in this arena, as you now know, so if we can provide any guidance, or whatever..." I was touched. Ronnie usually hides any sentimentality or hint of a softer side under several layers of coarse humor and brusqueness, so I knew this wasn't easy for him. "Thanks Ronnie, we may take you up on that." Kristi didn't reply instantly, and as I glanced at her I saw a small twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She swung herself around to straddle him where he sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping her long legs around him and snuggling her naked pelvis up to his khaki-clad one. I wondered if she had even considered how much semen she was likely to spill on his cargo shorts in that position, and realized she didn't care. Ronnie was too surprised to think about it. She took his face in both of her hands and got nose-to-nose with him. "Actually, both you and Kori are in a good bit of trouble. You are just the unfortunate one that has to answer me first." She paused, then continued. "I understand that both of you knew that Adam had a little chippy on the side and neither of you saw fit to mention that fact to me." Ron paled visibly and began to stammer. "I-I, uh, we, um, we tried to get him to tell you! I told him, I told him he needed to be honest with you, but he was being a chickenshit about it. Honest, babe, we tried! He was just so afraid you wouldn't understand!" Kristi continued to stare into his eyes. "Uh-huh. And of course you knew he had fathered a child with this woman. Don't you think that maybe that's a piece of information I should have had before I totally lost my heart to him?" Ron stared back at her. "I, uh, we, uh, yes, absolutely you should have known. But it wasn't our place to tell you, it was his! We badgered him endlessly about that, just ask him!" She smiled then, letting him off the hook. He looked a little stunned, at first. "I know Ronnie, that's what Adam said too. Thanks for trying to get him to do the right thing, I appreciate it. And thanks for sticking by him and not betraying a trust, you're a good friend. Everyone should be so lucky as to have friends like you." Realization dawned on him, and I had to laugh at the comical expression on his face. "So you were just busting my chops for fun? You're a cruel woman Kristi, just evil. I always thought better of you! If you didn't feel so damn good sitting naked on my lap, I'd probably be really upset with you!" She and I both laughed again, and she did a slow grind against him. I watched his hands slide down her back and cup her tight ass as he groaned and thrust back, his fingers sliding under her little round bottom. "Mmmm, don't start something here!" His fingers found her sex, and he pulled them back and looked at the thick coating of semen. "Damn, woman, is there ever a time that you don't have cum dripping out of you?" Kristi giggled. "Not if I can help it!" I laughed at their clowning, even as Ron pushed her away. "Get off me! You've probably got this nasty goo smeared all over my pants by now!" Kristi swung herself off of him, laughing. He looked down, surveying the damages. "Damn, how many guys busted a nut in you today? Adam, do you have some dry pants I can borrow?" I chuckled. "Sure, but it's probably a lost cause, I can't see you staying clean. You want some trunks instead? I've got extras, if you're planning on skiing." He agreed, and Kristi bent to kiss him as I moved to get him some less cum-soaked pants. The kiss was slow and sensual, lingering long as they tasted and touched, and somehow I was very happy that they felt so close to each other - and that they felt so comfortable sharing this intimacy with me right there with them.
peakmb Member 530	# Posted: 20 Jan 2010 03:51:33 Reply  Another great update Stormy, an interchange that could only take place between true friends. Now, if only the boat could move on to where the jeep is ... , maybe we could get to the wedding !! Just joking, I love the way this story moves sideways as much as forwards. You always get where we now all want to go, but there are so many distractions along the way. Like a great holiday tour.
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 20 Jan 2010 05:23:08 Reply  Stormy, you have a way of making even the non sexual episodes fun to read. Seems like both Adam and Kristi are learning to deal with the inner conflict that comes from watching your mate become intimate with another person. At least I wasn't the first one to mention the jeep this time. I am loving this story, thank you. TrF2
goodhusband Member 2623	# Posted: 21 Jan 2010 04:20:19 Reply  Stormy That was a very nice post. I enjoyed it. Thank you GH
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 22 Jan 2010 00:12:38 Reply  peak, TrF2, and GH - Thanks for commenting. As Gh has noted, it's always nice to get a little positive affirmation. I really do write this for fun, but you guys go a long way in helping to make it fun! It would be great to sit down together for a beer (or the adult beverage of your choice) sometime, along with a few of the other loyal posters. That could turn out to be a fun party! I had another little side junket planned, but when I thought it over it really didn't add a whole lot to the trajectory of the story, so I've about decided to just skip it and race ahead. If you can call my pace "racing". Anyhow, thanks again. storm _________________________________________________________ I dug around in a dresser drawer and didn't find what I was looking for, so I pulled my bag from the closet and finally located the pair of khaki-green lightweight, fast-drying nylon trunks. I'd brought them to wear as shorts more than for swimming, but with the knowledge that they would dry quickly if I got wet for any reason - good trail shorts. They did not have the built-in mesh liner like my other trunks, which meant either I had to be a little careful about exposure due to excess dangle-age, or wear underwear. Plus, when wet they were very clingy and revealing, which is why I rarely wore them as swimwear. They were a little snug around the waist on me, but as a result should fit Ronnie a little better. I turned to toss them to him, only to find him and Kristi still nuzzling each other. "Hey! I offered you my trunks, not my woman! Let's break it up now, shall we?" I balled up the pants and fired them at him, and he caught them in one hand, laughing. "If it's an either/or situation, you can keep the damn trunks! I was kind of hoping for both - just as a loan, you understand. I'll let you have the trunks back." Kristi cut in. "Now now boys, no need to bicker! I think I'm woman enough for both of you!" I don't know what that simple little statement did to Ronnie, but it sent a strange and potent tingle all the way through my body! I knew she was just kidding around, but the obvious truth of her words had a powerful effect on me, sending a torrent of thoughts and images through my head along with the realization that she was, indeed, more than enough woman for any one man. I wanted to tell her about the unusual effect her words had had on me, but couldn't - not with Ronnie right there. He stood and unfastened his cum-soaked cargo shorts - for some reason I had thought he would cross the hall to his own room to change - and let them fall to the floor. I wasn't surprised that he was not wearing underwear, nor was Kristi, I don't think, but I was surprised to see that his small cock was totally rigid, pointing stiffly upwards at an eighty degree angle to his stomach! Kristi didn't seem surprised by this and it suddenly dawned on me that of course she wouldn't - she had just been grinding against him while on his lap, so she already knew! I suppose I should have been expecting it too; he was neither gay nor comatose, the only conditions that could possibly have prevented his physical arousal with her rubbing herself on him. Kristi giggled at his condition and reached out, taking his cock between her thumb and two fingers and slowly stroking his short shaft. "Gosh, did I do that? I'm so honored that you show your appreciation so nicely!" Ron groaned. "Unnghh, god, if you don't stop that I might show you a little more appreciation than you want to see! As a matter of fact, there's going to be appreciation all over the place!" Kristi and I both laughed, but I noticed that he made no attempt to actually stop her. She leaned in close to him, speeding up her stroking and now running her fingers over the rosy pink head of his diminutive cock, whcih quickly became slick with his pre-cum. "Does your stiff little cock need to cum Ronnie? It's OK, you can if you want to, I love the feel of a stiff little dick going off in my hands! It's my third favorite place to feel it, actually." Ronnie groaned in pleasure again, then looked over at me guiltily, as if he'd forgotten I was there. "Are you all right with this? Cause we can sure stop, if you're not." I watched a shudder pass through him and wondered if he really could stop at this point. I had my doubts. I shrugged. "I'm just an innocent, non-voting spectator Ronnie. I think we both know after yesterday that Kristi is pretty much gonna do what she's gonna do - and right now that's you!" He moaned softly in arousal, and I realized that I was making a half-harded attempt to join the mood in the room, my cock slowly thickening and lengthening as my blood tried valiantly to refill the tired thing. I knew I wouldn't get totally hard; I was done, tired, even aching slightly deep in my prostate from all the activity, but my cock didn't seem to be fully aware of that. Kristi stroked and squeezed Ronnie's wood, still using only three fingers due to his size. She had her face close to his groin now, looking closely at his package. "I can't believe how hard you are! This little guy is hard as stone Ronnie, it feels so cool!" He gasped and closed his eyes. "Yeah, I'm hard all right! Ohhh, fuck, Kristi!" He shuddered again. "It's not gonna get any bigger than that though, that's all there is, sorry!" She slowed her stroking and looked up at him. "Sorry? What's that supposed to mean? I mean really Ronnie, I already told you how perfect your cock is. Are you just fishing for compliments?" He had opened his eyes and was looking at her. "Come on Kristi, look, I'm not going to try to fool myself into thinking that any woman would prefer my cock over, say, his" he nodded toward me "but Kori says she likes it, and at my age I'm pretty used to not being the biggest guy in the locker room. Still, let's just say that I'm glad that whole 'no pants zone' thing that you ladies started earlier died a quiet death and never went any farther." I was shocked to hear him say that! I mean, I hadn't wanted to do it either, for different reasons, and I'd known for years that he was considerably smaller that the average guy, but he had always seemed impervious to that, just self-assured and successful Ronnie, occasionally joking about it, a self-deprecating humor that to me had always said he didn't care that he was small. Now I began to realize, for the first time, that his self deprecating style perhaps hid his more deep-seated insecurity. Kristi looked up at him. "Really? That would have bothered you, walking around pantsless today?" "Well yeah, of course! Duh Kristi, all these guys are bigger than me - some of them much bigger." He glanced at me again, his gaze dropping to my semi-erection. It made me feel a little guilty. "Even Ty, who was about average size, I guess, is bigger than me. Why would I want to walk around naked in front of a bunch of beautiful women in that situation?" Kristi frowned. "But your cock is so perfect Ronnie, I already told you that, such a perfect shape and proportion, this beautiful little head on it, so, so hard, and you've got a set of balls on you that rival any of them." She cupped his swollen nutsack, squeezing his balls. "I do want to feel these slapping against my ass someday." She looked at me, her gaze calm and level. "Someday soon." I swallowed. It sounded loud to me. I think maybe everyone heard it. Ronnie touched her hair, ever so gently. "I think my big balls just make my cock look smaller." He chuckled - there was that sense of humor again. "Listen, I appreciate what you're trying to do Kristi, really I do, but you probably wouldn't even feel me in you after what you're used to." She giggled. "Well not right now, of course! I'm stretched out like a five dollar whore and full of cum, so you're right. But let me get cleaned up and rest a few hours and I'll show you a thing or two!" Ronnie laughed softly. "Yeah, I bet you would! Hey, maybe it would be better if we just got dressed and went up and joined the group, OK?" Kristi shook her head. "No Ronnie, not OK. Let me show you something I can do with you that I can't do with Adam, all right?" He didn't answer, so she went ahead. She leaned forward and engulfed him with her mouth, all of him, her lips wrapping snugly around the very base of his penis, her cheeks going hollow as she sucked at him. Then she stuck her tongue out below his cock and licked the front of his scrotum while he remained fully within her mouth, the flat of her tongue moving along the underside of his cock as the tip stroked his sensitive balls. She was right - she'd never done that to me! Her eyes were closed, and I watched a flush of pleasure suffuse her neck and face as her nipples hardened to rosy nubs, standing out proudly from her areolas. She was getting off on this! Ronnie shuddered and groaned, his hips moving of their own volition as he fucked her mouth. He glanced at me, and I shook my head and muttered "Insatiable - no stopping her now!" There wouldn't have been time to stop her, even if I'd tried, as Ron suddenly gsped that he was cumming! Kristi held him in her mouth, fully involved, as wave after wave of spasms washed over him and he ejaculated violently into her mouth and throat, groaning and cursing. "Ohhhh, fuck! Shit! Oh my god that feels good!" I had seen the tell-tale jerk of her body as his first spurt hit the back of her throat, then I just watched her continue to suck at him, continue to receive his load, one hand squeezing and kneading his balls while the other was between her own legs working vigorously at her sopping pussy. Her orgasm rocked through her about the same time he stopped spurting, I think, and her body spasmed as she held him in her mouth, slowly sucking his spent cock, feeling it begin to become soft while both of them floated gently back to earth, each enjoying the closeness and normal after-sex sensations of the other, that post-orgasmic sharing of self that can be so sweet. Slowly, very slowly, she let his cock slip from her lips, and he gasped as it fell free. She looked up at him, holding his entire pool of fresh, hot semen in her mouth, their eyes locking together as he watched her swallow his white cum in one long gulp. She gasped slightly after she swallowed. "Good lord, Ronnie! As long as we're talking about size, let me assure you that nobody has ever, in my life, pumped a bigger load than that in my mouth! That was very impressive!" He grinned. "I had a lot of inspiration! Damn that felt good - you're really good at that. Almost as good as Kori." Kristi giggled. "You're just saying that because she's your wife!" Ron smiled down at her. "Am I? I guess we'll never know, will we?" I cleared my throat and they both looked at me, Kristi's gaze falling to my now three-quarter staff staff. "Forget it bub, you've had enough for now!" "No, that's not what I was thinking. I was thinking maybe we could hold a suck-off, you against Kori. That would be fun!" Ronnie looked enthused about the idea, but Kristi snorted. "You think so, huh? Well, just forget it! I'm not going to compete with my best friend. Now you two, competing to please us, now that has infinite possibilities. Kori and I will have to talk about that. Right now you can start by kissing me." I felt a small thrill go through me, and Ronnie looked no less enthusiastic about that idea! Apparently he's pretty easy. I kissed her, and her breath smelled of another man again, of fresh semen, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth.
peakmb Member 530	# Posted: 22 Jan 2010 02:18:40 Reply  Loved it Stormy. You always leave us wanting more.
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 22 Jan 2010 12:55:21 Reply  I'm glad you got Ronnie and Kristi together, that was overdue. Great job Stormy, loved it. When Kristi said about his balls banging against her ass, and then the comment about doing something that she and Adam couldn't do, I was thinking that she was looking for some back door activity, but as you always do, you threw a curve instead of the fastball. Well written as always. TrF2
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 22 Jan 2010 23:22:04 · Edited by: stormydog Reply  peak and TrF2, thanks. It's always good to hear from you! __________________________________________________________ We broke our kiss, my mouth once again tasting of Kristi and sex - I could get used to this! - and she took my hands and let me pull her to her feet. She kissed me again, just a quick brush of her lips on mine this time, then reached over and grabbed a towel from where she'd left it on the back of the chair. "I'm kind of a mess, so I'm gonna grab a quick shower. You guys go ahead and I'll join you in a few minutes." I raised an eyebrow at her, grabbing the end of her towel. "Need someone to wash your back?" She laughed. "I think we both know it wouldn't end at my back! No, you go ahead, we can't stay down here fucking all day while we have guests. That would be very rude. Go on now!" She yanked the towel from my hand and disappeared into the tiny bathroom, and as Ronnie groaned and bent over for his clothes I heard the shower being turned on. He took the trunks I'd thrown to him - or rather, at him - and climbed into them while I did the same with another pair, fastening the small nylon belt on his borrowed shorts while I slid into one of my bright Hawaiian shirts, leaving it hanging open. It was getting hot now, as we neared mid-day. We looked at each other for several seconds before we left our cabin, not speaking, then he shook his head and stepped into the hall. "Come on, you heard the lady. We must see to our guests." He laughed as he said it, and I wondered if he was playing along already with Kristi's idea of us competing to serve the women. I'd never really thought of Ronnie as being submissive, not even at play or as fantasy, but this didn't feel all that different to me than Sue ordering Rick around. I was pretty sure I'd struggle in that role; I'm just too stubborn, so if we did indeed play any such game he seemed a shoo-in to win it. On the other hand, he is extremely competitive, so of course he'd play to win! We stopped in the galley area, nobody else visible on this deck. Ty's boat went by, at some distance, towing a skier that we recognized as Kori more from her style behind the boat than from appearance. The rooster tail of water, wet hair, distance, and flotation vest would otherwise have hidden her identity. It looked like Cody was driving, with Ty spotting, and Britt - her white hair in the wind unmistakable even at this distance - standing alongside Ty while watching Kori. There was someone sitting up front with Cody, logic and the black hair dictating that it was either Juan or Miguel, but we couldn't tell which. That meant that only Sandra and the other, either Juan or Miguel, remained on the houseboat with the three of us, and we could hear them moving about on the deck overhead. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge while Ron reached into a cabinet and retrieved a glass, into which he poured a couple of fingers of J&B. I took a long pull from the water bottle, the icy liquid leaving a trail of cold all the way down my throat and into my stomach. As I lowered the bottle, Ronnie took it from my hand and poured a splash into his glass, swirling it with one hand as he handed the bottle back. I looked at him, surprised. "You, adding water to your Scotch? Is the devil building snowmen?" He shrugged. "Hey, it's barely noon. I'm not a professional lush, you know. As a matter of fact, I'm being very careful to maintain my amateur status. You will note that I used the cheap stuff, however." I laughed. I always enjoyed being with Ron. I had from the first, even as our friendship developed. It was an easy camaraderie, a strong feeling of sharing, trust, and comfort to be together, and yes, even of love, although of course we never spoke of that. We were enough alike that we could sense what the other felt and thought, but enough different that we filled some void or gap in the other's life, and I don't think either of us could have said anything to hurt the other's feelings even if we tried. Even the most barbed of insults - which flew often - were thrown in fun. Now, though, I knew I was about to tread on untested ground. "Ronnie, can I ask you something?" "Could I stop you if I tried?" "Probably not." "OK then, go ahead." I hesitated, then plunged. "What you said awhile go, about being maybe a little, uh, under-endowed - does that really bother you?" He chuckled. "Under-endowed! I suppose that also makes me differently-abled. I love these buzzwords. Yeah Adam, I suppose it does, a little. I mean, what guy wouldn't like to have a dick that was a few inches bigger, right?" He paused, then suddenly looked at me. "Well, present company excepted, I guess. Why do you ask?" It made me a little uncomfortable that he had mentioned the difference between us, but then I'd probably made him uncomfortable by asking in the first place. We were laying all of our cards down face up on this, apparently. "I don't know Ronnie, it just never seemed to bother you. You always seemed so well-adjusted and so confident, I just never thought that you were at all self-conscious about it." "But you had noticed mini-me before, am I right?" I laughed. Again, his self-deprecating style. "Well, yeah. We have spent a little time in locker rooms, and Kori has made it a point to pants you in my presence - our presence - in the past. I've seen you naked - not that I'm proud of that fact." He laughed, then shrugged. "That's the thing Adam. Everybody notices. Look, I'm not losing any sleep over it. To quote that great philosopher and sage, Popeye, 'I yam what I yam!', but I'm enough smaller than average that everyone notices. In the locker room, here on the boat, at a nude beach, at the swing clubs we sometimes go to - everyone notices. Now, usually nobody says anything, but I see the looks." In a sense I knew what he was talking about. I'd never been to a swing club or nude beach, but I had always been stared at too, for just the opposite reason. It was still an uncomfortable feeling. And in my case people didn't seem to feel the same restraint about commenting. It's like the way people will see a thin person and say 'You're so lucky to be so skinny', or call you stretch, or whatever, but around heavy people very rarely will anyone say 'You're really fat, you know that?' or call them names. Not to their face at least, although people can be extremely cruel when they think they're not being overheard. I nodded. "Yeah Ronnie, I always got stared at too." He looked at me for a few moments. "Sure, but for you it was in either awe or envy. For me it's in pity, or maybe scorn. It's different." "You're right, it is. But when I was younger I was very self-conscious about it. I found it very embarrassing." "And now you don't?" I shrugged. "Oh no, I still do sometimes, but I'm getting more used to it. A lot in the last twelve hours or so, in fact. But it grew like that when I was about thirteen. I was about four foot ten - it was disproportionate, very awkward." He stared at me for several seconds. "When you were thirteen you had that thing? Fuck! Did you trip over it a lot?" I laughed. "Yeah, all the time. I had to ask girls to help me carry it around because I was much too small and frail to drag it everywhere. You're such an ass!" He laughed, then became sober. "See, that's it Adam. You found it very embarrassing. I found it very humiliating. There's a big difference." He had a point. "You know Ron, everyone says that men obsess too much over the size of their cocks." "Yeah, and that's real easy to say for guys that are average or larger, like you. Look, I'm not obsessing, it's something I can't change. No fucking way on that stupid surgery, and all those bogus pills and crap are just that - crap. So I accept me, as I am, and go on with my life, but I can't help but think about it and dream a little bit occasionally. Just once I'd like to know what it's like to be you, and watch a woman's face the first time she sees it. Or how she reacts when I enter her with my big monster. Just once, it would be nce to know." I didn't know what to say to that, and the silence stretched. Finally, "Kori seems fine with it. I mean with you." He smiled, and a look of pure happiness crossed his face. "Yup. Thank God for Kori! Trust me Adam, despite the way she and I kid around sometimes, I get down on my knees every day and thank the Lord for Kori. I'm fairly rich in money and possessions, I guess, and have lots of other blessings, but she's the only one that matters. I love that woman with all my heart and soul. She's the best." "Hell Ronnie, that part I already knew! She's the only reason I even like hanging around with you. Her being there makes seeing you almost bearable." He laughed, and I hesitated before continuing. There was something I had to know. "Ron, why do you risk it? Why fool around with other people when you're so totally satisfied with Kori?" This question nagged at me, terribly, except I could exchange the names Ron and Kori and instead insert Adam and Kristi. He thought for awhile, as if debating how to answer, or maybe answering the question for himself for the first time. "Well, that's where an obsesion really does come into play. You know what I said about wanting to see the expression on a woman's face as my big cock entered her?" I nodded, and he continued. "I wanted to see that expression on Kori's face, Adam. I knew she was stuck with my Wee Willie, and she had never complained, never belittled me in any way, but I always felt like maybe she'd like something more. No, more like she deserved something more, something that would let her experience sex the way it should be between a real man and a woman." That bothered me. Hurt, even. I'd always thought of Ron as a real man. "Ronnie..." "No Adam, listen, it's OK. I started to badger her, to ask her if she wouldn't like to feel a real cock inside of her, to try to fantasize what it would be like." He paused, and the ski boat and skier flashed by outside the window, much closer now. It was still Kori, and she had swung wide and accelerated back behind the boat and towards the wake, rising gracefully into the air as she jumped the wake, seeming to float for an impossibly long time and distance before settling gently, with little splash, back onto the lake's surface. I had once called her the Birdwoman while we were out skiing, for her seeming ability to use the ski as a wing to keep her airborne longer than was physically possible. I know the aerodynamic properties of the ski provide minimal, if any, lift, but Kori seemed to milk it for every little bit. She was light on the water, almost skipping across the surface, and skied with a delicate finesse very different than Kristi's feline strength or my own bullheaded straight-ahead power. Kori floated, Kristi flowed, and I blundered and plowed. Ronnie mostly drove the boat, although he was quite a good skier, his form more compact and energy efficient then mine but still strong. We watched her until she went out of sight behind the houseboat, then looked back at each other. "She's the greatest, Ronnie." "Yeah, she is. At any rate, when I started to really bug her about sleeping with other guys, about her being deprived because she didn't get to enjoy a real life-size cock, she got very angry. And she cried. She thought I didn't love her, that I couldn't possibly really love her if I wanted her to do something like that. It was tough, maybe the roughest patch in our marriage." "I can imagine." "I suppose so. Well, anyhow, we talked. We've always been able to be very open with each other, thank goodness, and slowly she started to understand what it was that I was feeling." I nodded. "She would, Ronnie. I always thought she was some kind of an empath or something. I think sometimes she reads my mind." Ronnie laughed, nodding. "Sometimes to read your mind she only has to read your pants! She has loved teasing and tempting you, that's been one of her most fun games. She really loves you, you know, and Kristi as well. She suffered bad when you two were breaking up." I sighed. "We all did. It was so stupid! So where were we?" "Where she started to understand. She even became a little intrigued by the idea, and she eventually agreed that maybe we should try it - but only as a couple. She thought maybe if we just swapped with another couple, just as an experiment, it would be all right. So we asked around and did a little exploring on the internet, and you know what?" I waited. "It wasn't that tough! You'd be amazed at how much of this stuff is going on out there. A couple contacted us and we exchanged email and phone calls for awhile. We had put our pictures out there, and I think they must have found Kori very attractive." I nodded. "She is. You're not a bad looking guy either." He pretended to preen. "Gosh Adam, I didn't know you found me so beautiful!" I snorted. "Fuck you, I didn't say that!" "Fuck me? Don't you think you should at least buy me dinner first? You really need to work on your approach..." "Just shut up and go on." He looked puzzled. "A difficult feat at best! How am I supposed to.." "You know what I mean." I shook my head. He can be very aggravating - I have no idea what Kori sees in him! He chuckled. "So finally we met them. They were very nice, attractive, about our age. We hit it off pretty well, and agreed to swap. It wasn't their first time, but we were virgins. This was all before you moved in next door, by the way. We'd only been married a few years, maybe about five." "And?" He laughed out loud. "And it was kind of a disaster! Kori was extremely nervous, I was embarrassed that another woman was going to see how little I had to offer, I'm sure she - Gail was her name - was disappointed to discover that too, although she tried to hide her disappointment, and the guy, Dwight, shot a load all over himself as soon as Kori touched him! It seems he found Kori extremely exciting. He was a whole lot premature. At least that's one problem I've never really had!" I had, on several occasions. I felt sorry for Dwight. He shook his head, remembering, still chuckling to himself as he went on: "It got better. We relaxed, cleaned up, and started over. He was pretty well hung - not as big as you, but bigger than average - and Kori enjoyed it completely once she allowed herself to. I showed her, Gail I mean, a few special tricks that my tongue knows, and everybody wound up pretty happy. Enough so that we did it a few more times." Kristi chose that exact moment to walk into the room, her hair still wet from her shower. She was in an all-white bikini, not the briefest one she has by any means, but one that can be counted on to stay on her body when she's skiing. To me it always looked like she was wearing underwear, a bra and panties, in public. I liked it. "Hi guys. What are you talking about?" I kissed her, and she leaned against me. She felt very good. "Ronnie is telling me about how he and Kori got started with swinging." That was not at all what the conversation had started out as, of course; just where we were now. I couldn't very well tell her that Ron was explaining his feelings about having a small cock, now could I?
peakmb Member 530	# Posted: 23 Jan 2010 00:44:53 Reply  (serious) Lovely bit of dialog there Stormy. I think only a few weeks ago Adam couldn't have had that conversation with Ron, in spite of how long they had known each other before. Shows how well you have let us know these characters. Very well written. Thanks. (not at all serious) What do the sound a small chick makes, the opposite of expensive, and how a girl might describe a first date that asked her to pay for the meal have in common with the name of an architypal US vehicle pronounced in a mexican accent ?
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 23 Jan 2010 06:22:30 Reply  Thanks peak. Ron and Adam probably talked about a lot of stuff before, like guys do when they're close. But you're right, this would have been one of those off-limits areas previously I believe. OK then, I'm getting as far as cheep, cheap, and Jeep but then I'm stumped. I give. What do they have in common??
oliverra Member 25	# Posted: 25 Jan 2010 10:06:35 Reply  Stormy, Its getting deep, and I like it. Peak, I thought chicks went Cheep, Cheep
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 25 Jan 2010 14:45:23 · Edited by: Titsrfun2 Reply  Quoting: stormydog I laughed at their clowning, even as Ron pushed her away. "Get off me! You've probably got this nasty goo smeared all over my pants by now!" Kristi swung herself off of him, laughing. He looked down, surveying the damages. "Damn, how many guys busted a nut in you today? I was curious myself, so I did some backtracking. In order, it was Ty, Cody, Adam, Adam again on the rocks, Juan and Adam once more for the trifecta. Not counting, of course, all the blow jobs, pussy eating and cum swallowing in between. Now that's the stuff, you go girl. If only there was a video available. Thanks Stormy, where do we go from here? Like all the others, I sure hope you will continue with this excellent story. TrF2
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 25 Jan 2010 20:26:24 Reply  Thanks oliverra, I'm glad the non-sex and dialog bits don't bore you too badly. Sometimes they need a break - nobody has the stamina to just screw all the time. Well, except Juan, apparently...and of course Kristi - and Kori also, now that I think about it! Forget I said that. Maybe sometimes I just need a break, or think you do! Glad you noticed that peak has yet to provide the answer to the riddle - be sure to keep bugging him. TrF2, you're right! I guess that Kristi is quite the horny lady. Some of those were the previous evening, of course, but they were all within a 24 hour period. She has had a long dip in the lake, a shower, (and now another) and a couple of attentive and devoted tongue baths since then of course, so she's not quite the cum-soaked slut you make her out to be. Not that she doesn't enjoy being a cum-soaked slut, just not to the degree you portray!
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 25 Jan 2010 23:27:06 Reply  Ron smiled at her and gave her a quick kiss, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair back from her face. It was such a simple gesture, but to me it spoke of the new closeness and intimacy that we now shared with Ron and Kori. "That's not exactly true babe. I was actually telling him more about why we started than how." She laughed. "Oh, you mean because you have a small dick and felt guilty about that, and got it in your head that Kori needed more?" She looked at me. "Is that what he told you?" I'm not sure who looked more shocked and surprised, me or Ronnie. I realized how foolish he looked with his mouth hanging open, and quickly closed my own. "Um, yeah, well, he was just starting to explain that. But...how the hell did you know that?" She laughed again. "Kori told me all about that quite awhile ago. Surely you guys are old enough to realize that women talk to each other about sex too, and compare notes on their partners and experiences. It's not just you guys that do that, you know." In my limited experience I'd found that women were frequently more likely to do that than men, and were often much more detailed and graphic in the process. I suppose I was less surprised that Kori had spoken to Kristi about it than I was that Kristi had never said a word to me! "You knew all this and you never mentioned it? You could have let me in on the secret too, you know." She shook her head. "It was told to me in confidence, and I wouldn't betray Kori's trust in me. Kind of like how they didn't tell me about Izzy and betray your trust, right?" She had a point. She glared at him. "But now that we all know...Ronnie, how could you have been such a dufus?" He still looked startled, but at least he'd closed his mouth. "What? I mean...what?" I laughed, but Kristi tied into him. "How could you have been so dumb as to think that the size of your cock was so important to her? Do you have any idea how close she came to leaving you? Do you?" "Well, she was a little upset at first..." Kristi shook her head. "You dumb putz! She was devastated! I mean, she told me about this several years after it happened, and she was still amazed that your marriage had survived. She really thought you didn't love her, and wondered how, if you did, you could possibly push her to have sex with other men." Ronnie tried to defend himself, frowning. "But she likes it! Once she tried it she found out that it was exciting and arousing and a lot of fun!" Kristi snorted. "That was sheer dumb luck Ronnie! Like they say, the Lord watches out for fools and little children, and you're both. If you had started out any other way than swinging with that one other nice, gentle couple it would have all blown up in your face!" Ron looked thoughtful. "That was her idea. As a matter of fact, it was the only way she would agree to even experiment a little. She said otherwise it would feel too much like cheating." He hadn't told me about the cheating part. That made sense. Kristi nodded. "She has good instincts. She knew you would both have to start slowly, if at all. Good thing for you!" I was a spectator, just following the back-and-forth between them. They both seemed to have a much greater depth of knowledge of the situation, not surprising since I'd only first heard anything about it minutes before. Occasionally I recognize when it's a good time to stay silent, and this seemed to be one of those times. Ron was still in denial. "But she does like it. I mean she really gets off on the whole thing now, just talking about her getting laid by some stud always turns her on, so I wasn't wrong, was I?" Kristi smiled. "Ronnie, we all get turned on by that! But yes, you were wrong. She loves you Ron, everything about you, your looks, your intelligence, your drive to succeed, your generosity and loving nature, your brown eyes and big feet and the way you look in a nice suit and your smile - and yes, even your cute little cock! A big dick was not high on her list of priorities." Here she stopped and looked at me. "Mine either, by the way - but I'm not complaining, you understand!" She smiled at me. Ronnie blushed slightly at Kristi's words, but still seemed unwilling to completely accept what she was saying. I could have told him he had no chance of winning this battle, but no, he plunged ahead. "But she does like it, right? Did she say she likes the fooling around with other guys - you know, more hung guys?" Kristi shrugged. "Yeah, I won't lie to you. She does like it, now, she loves it. But she likes it as much for you as for herself, I think." Ronnie frowned again. "What do you mean?" She stared at him for a moment, as if debating whether or not to proceed. Apparently she couldn't stop herself. "For you it's less about swinging and more about Kori getting laid, isn't it Ron? Be honest, wouldn't you be just as happy watching her take some nice chubby and getting off even if you didn't get any yourself?" Now Ronnie blushed deeply and looked down at the floor. When he spoke his voice was soft and low, and he sounded ashamed. "It's true. The thought of her fucking other guys has always gotten me horny, and seeing her do it is a total thrill for me. She's just so damn beautiful, you know? And seeing her so happy and enjoying such great orgasms and all is very exciting and satisfying for me. I couldn't care less if I get laid - except by her, after. I don't know why. It's all very embarrassing." Kristi hugged him, smiling, and kissed him softly, right on the lips. "Don't be embarrassed Ronnie, we're your friends and we love you just as you are. Besides, Adam likes the same thing, don't you dear?" Now it was my turn to blush, and I felt the heat of the rushing blood. I should have left the two of them alone to talk, maybe then I wouldn't have gotten dragged into the conversation. Or, at a minimum, I would have been blissfully unaware I was being discussed. Now I was required to answer! "Yeah, I guess I do. Of course, I thought I only liked it as a fantasy." Kristi looked guilty, and a little hurt. "I know, sweetie. I mis-read you a little, and I will always be sorry for that. I screwed up bad, but it's not like you're squeaky clean either, is it?" I shrugged and gave her my best apologetic look. She was right, we had both fucked someone else and as a result had both fucked up big. What a useful verb! She went on. "Maybe a relationship needs that big shock, that test to see if it's strong enough to survive. Ron and Kori had theirs, now we've had ours, and I think just maybe we can make it! I hope so. But you do like seeing me getting laid by other guys, don't you Adam? I mean, now that you've tried it." Before I had to answer, Ron jumped in. "Now see, I don't get that! I mean, the way the Mule is hung, why would you want to fuck anyone else? Ninety nine percent of other guys must be a disappointment after him, am I right?" Kristi looked at him, then at me, and sighed. "It's you guys that get all hung up on penis size! It's not us, we don't care that much about that, we care more about the man it's hanging off of than the organ itself, but you guys are so hung up on how you're hung that you can't get past it! Why is it that some men seem to define themselves by the size of their dicks?" I finally spoke up. "Hey, that's not true! Not always, anyhow. And you said yourself that you liked the fact that I'm, uh, on the larger side, so you do care about that!" "Adam, I said we didn't care that much about it, not that it didn't matter at all! I mean, sure, with everything else being equal it's kind of a nice bonus if your man is hung like a horse, but everything else is never equal. Let's face it, sometimes the guys with the smaller package are the nicest, sweetest, kindest, best looking men and the guys with big dicks are just big pricks themselves. Maybe more often than not, actually, although you seem to have avoided that particular ego trap." I muttered "Well, I've always had so much else to be humble about. Ask anyone." They both laughed. "And I'm not sure I buy the premise. Any guy can be decent or be an asshole, cock size has little or nothing to do with it." "Adam, that's what I said! I wasn't trying to bias it against the big men, I'm not picking on you!" Kristi went on. "Anyhow Ronnie, while some women are no doubt size queens, most of us are not. You enjoy seeing Kori getting laid, preferably by a guy with a bigger cock. That's your thing and you accept that. Adam seems to like the idea of me with other men too, for different reasons I suppose, but we're still exploring that - and also where that leaves him in the equation. Aren't we dear?" I nodded. "It seems that we are. It's been different, that's for sure! It's weird, because it can be so gut-wrenchingly tense, but exciting, and fun and all. A month ago I couldn't have imagined it!" Kristi studied me closely. "I'm still not sure about you with other women. I understand about Izzy - or I'm starting to - but you seem to have really taken to the role of stud, poking other guy's wives right in front of them! If you're going to do that - and notice that I said if - well, I just need more time to consider how that might work. Like I said, that's not my fantasy, so while yours might come true, that's just not it for me. I need to think." Ron said "Back to Kori for a second, you don't think she really gets off on getting some bigger cock once in awhile?" Kristi giggled. "Oh no, of course she does! She loves it, and she loves that it excites you so much. She just doesn't need it! And she's especially not so crazy about the really big ones she's been with. She says there is too much of a good thing." Ron looked thoughtful. "I suppose that's true. She's really not all that big inside and it does make her uncomfortable if the guy is very long." I nodded. "That's true." As soon as I said it I knew I shouldn't have, I should have let it go by, but it just popped out! Both of their heads snapped around to stare at me, Kristi frowning while Ron looked a little stunned to consider why I knew that. He watched me as he spoke. "Yeah, I guess you would know, wouldn't you? Boy, that's a strange thought, that my best friend knows the exact feel of the inside of my wife's pussy - and I mean every bit of it - and that he's too large for her! That will take some getting used to, it's a whole new paradigm." I was embarrassed that I'd said that out loud, and I wanted to distract Kristi from venturing any deeper at that moment. "Pair-a-dime? Is that the same as four nickels?" It was weak, but it was all I had. Ron shook his head. "That was pitiful. You seem to have trouble with anyone demonstrating any skill with their vocabulary. You know, not everyone has mastered the troglodytic art of communicating only with grunts and mono-syllabic words like you." I laughed. "Sorry. I was just trying to cover up my embarrassment at pointing out that I had full carnal knowledge of your wife. It seemed a little awkward." Kristi wrapped her arms around Ronnie and moved her body against him in her most sensual way. "Maybe it will be less awkward for you once Ron and I share the same experience." She kissed him, then licked his lips slowly as she drew back, letting me see her tongue exploring his lips, his tongue lightly touching hers. "What do you think Ronnie, should we do that soon? Like tonight, maybe?" Ron's hand slid down to cup her ass, his fingers moving under her round little bottom and between her legs. "Absolutely! If I can wait that long! It's only fair, after all, and I think it will drive Kori insane with lust and jealousy. The good kind, I mean. I'll be counting the minutes!" She moved her hips, humping herself against his exploring fingers."Me too!" So would I. I have to admit, so would I.
peakmb Member 530	# Posted: 26 Jan 2010 01:10:33 Reply  ok, ok, I'm sorry now I even started it . The answer is of course that they all sound the same in a spanish accent (jeep). I'll try not to do it again. Honest. It was a cheap joke anyway. Damn.
peakmb Member 530	# Posted: 26 Jan 2010 01:39:07 Reply  Stormy, to get back to our merry band. It is noticable how much more intimate and tight the story gets when the bit players drop out for a while. Real conversations and intimacy in depth (no pun etc..). Very difficult to think of as real when a bigger group is involved (look at the problems GH had with his big groups, their intimate moments required real craft and acres of set up), and of course near on impossible when the group involves drop in, near strangers who just turn up on a boat. They do add colour though. You still have a great ear for dialog Stormy, I'm sure you could write a good screenplay someday. Not sure if the world is ready for its first massive porno, romcom blockbuster though.
oliverra Member 25	# Posted: 26 Jan 2010 09:30:38 Reply  Peak, Why not? I remember seeing a French Film, years ago, called "Le Pied" which was just that. The French public loved it. So think about it Stormy. It could be amazing, given your obvious talent.
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 26 Jan 2010 13:41:42 Reply  We seem to be spending a lot of time talking about cock size. Come on Stormy, let's change the subject and maybe talk about some big titties. Just kidding, the story rocks. Thanks. TrF2
goodhusband Member 2623	# Posted: 27 Jan 2010 07:51:29 · Edited by: goodhusband Reply  Storm I have been a bit preoccupied over the past several days and this has been my first opportunity to get caught up with your story. These last posts were outstanding. First of all, you made Kristi even more loveable (if that was possible). She is so delightfully sweet to Ron. Secondly you did a wonderful job of chronicling the potential stresses, pitfalls and harm that can occur when a husband tries to pressure his wife into cuckolding him. Finally you challenged the myth that all women crave big cocks. I have been reliably informed that 6 or 7 inches is perfect. Anything larger becomes painful unless the owner is a very gentle lover. Really big cocks are fun to look at and suck but that's about it. It has also been suggested that the man is much more important than the cock. I have been present at discussions where the old adage was paraphrased. It isn't the size of the cock that's attached to the dog, it's the size of the dog that's attached to the cock. Of course in this case size is figurative and actually means heart or attitude. Being a bull or a stud has nothing to do with cock size. It's all about attitude. Storm thank you for writing. You are gifted and your story continues to be a masterpiece. GH
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 27 Jan 2010 16:24:40 · Edited by: Titsrfun2 Reply  Quoting: goodhusband Finally you challenged the myth that all women crave big cocks. I have been reliably informed that 6 or 7 inches is perfect. Anything larger becomes painful unless the owner is a very gentle lover. Really big cocks are fun to look at and suck but that's about it. Funny you should mention that GH, because I've been wondering about that very thing. We all read and hear about the women taking on these huge 9 and 10 inch cocks and how much they love it, but yet when I look at videos or photos of that very thing, the look on many of the women's faces tells me that they're not feeling much pleasure, more like a lot of pain. If you pay attention to the videos, you'll notice that most of those gigantic dicks never bottom out, they only go in maybe half or a little more than half the way, so I'm guessing that the girth is what's bringing them so much pleasure? I'm thinking having a big dick pounding against your cervix might not be the most pleasurable thing in life. And as for sucking, how much fun can it be if you can only get the head and a couple of inches in your mouth? My wife says her jaw gets sore after a while with me and I'm just your normal 6" kind of guy. I would think that having one of those big dicks stuffed down your throat for any length of time would get downright uncomfortable, but have no reference point to go on. Anyway, didn't mean to hijack Stormy's thread, just thought your comments proved very interesting. TrF2
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 28 Jan 2010 07:12:32 Reply  peak, you're right! Bigger groups do become tough to keep track of, too much going on at once. It's a 3-ring circus, for which GH has long proved a more adept ringmaster than I. You hit the nail on the head about the meticulous set-up and scene building involved. He has that ability (and devotes that kind of time and effort), I've turned out to be more of a shoot from the hip type of writer, I suppose you'd say. As for a screenplay, sounds like fun! I do want to be involved in the casting decisions, however. Thanks oliverra! I'd have to write under a nom de plume - like I do here - for awhile. Of course, if it was successful I could say screw that and come on out! Hey TrF2, I like big titties! I may have even mentioned them a time or two in the story. Meanwhile, if you know somebody (strong preference that it be somebody female) with a set, have her call me... As far as the other comment, no problem with hijacking the thread, it's an interesting topic. I too am just your average everyday 6-6.5 inch guy, and my wife tells me that in certain positions I am knocking on the ceiling. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but she notices. She claims that I'm plenty large enough, and I've chosen to try not to doubt that, but she also readily admits to a very strong visual and tactile thrill when she gets to admire or touch a larger cock. She finds it very arousing. It took her awhile to acknowledge that verbally, but I'm not entirely stupid; her body's reaction was always pretty easy to read. Even way back before we ever talked about it, her arousal over that never failed to provoke a comparable response in me! We've seen some interracial porn lately, and that always works for her. She has speculated aloud as to whether or not black women must, on average, be larger inside, this despite the stats that the black myth is, in fact, largely a myth. But still, someone has to accomodate those big'uns once in awhile! GH - Thanks for the kind words, and welcome back. Around where I live they'd say "It ain't the size of the dawg in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dawg", and then spit tobacco juice. You're right though, I think the greater importance of the entirety (the whole package, not just that package) applies strongly for the majority of women. I suppose a man with a very small cock can be a very considerate and talented lover - and maybe had to work a little harder to become that - while a larger than average guy might have to be more careful and gentle with most women. The plain ol' average guys (most of us) can just blunder ahead and hope for the best! At least that's always been my philosophy. (kidding, of course!) I think the mental aspect is always going to be incredibly difficult, whether the husband pushes the wife or the wife suggests swapping to the husband. Most of us, maybe all, have that inate sense of insecurity somewhere within us, and this topic could readily fan even the smallest ember of insecurity into a raging blaze. It is even tougher if you truly love your partner because of the risk of loss involved. Sex is one thing, one learns to cope, but the risk of them meeting someone they prefer to you, for any reason, will always be present. I suppose that pain is part of the thrill for the little masochist in each of us. Discovering a partner cheating is even more shattering to both the ego and self-esteem, beyond the loss. Been there, done that, years ago - not my wife, however, she's the greatest. Fortunately for Kristi, she already knew that Adam entertained these thoughts before she screwed up, so there was a place to perhaps make a soft landing. Sorry I got sidetracked. I had meant to post another segment, but it has gotten very late. Tomorrow, I promise!
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 28 Jan 2010 18:29:07 · Edited by: stormydog Reply  Kristi regretfully disengaged herself from Ron. "Well, I suppose we should go up above and make nice. With any luck they'll be back soon with the boat, then we can ski." She looked at each of us. "Are you guys planning on trying it out?" I nodded. "I was hoping to, I could use a little exercise of a non-sexual nature - for a change. Not that I have any objection to the sexual kind, of course." Ronnie chuckled. "Of course. I'm not sure if I will or not, I might. I was kind of hoping maybe they'd let me run the boat for a little while, that's more my speed, and it looks fast." Kristi smiled at him. "I should have known! You never pass up a chance to play with powerful toys." She looked thoughtful. "Ronnie, have you ever ridden motorcycles?" He shrugged. "Years ago. Seemed like I always had a knack for getting caught in bad weather, so I quit. Why do you ask?" Straight faced, she said "Well, I was just thinking that if you wanted to feel something big and powerful and throbbing between your legs, that might be your best hope!" Ron looked startled, then burst out laughing. "Oh man! It seems we've opened up a whole new avenue of possibilities for you to pick on me about! This is going to be painful - you're going to make me bleed, aren't you?" Kristi just gave him her sweetest and most innocent smile, behind which lurked pure trouble for him. I laughed and stepped in. "Don't mind her Ronnie, she can be a little catty at times." He grabbed her and pulled her into tight hug, nuzzling her neck. "I don't mind catty as long as it comes with a little pussy!" She feigned shock and slapped him on the arm. "You are so crude! You would think maybe Kori would have taught you some manners by now, but I guess you're beyond help." She again separated herself from Ron. "Well, it sounds like they're coming back with the boat, so come on guys!" She was right, the deep rumble of the big V-8 was definitely louder and closer, and we followed her up the stairs to the upper deck, both of us enjoying the lovely view which our obediently trailing position provided. Sandra and Juan greeted us, which answered the question of which brother was out on the boat. We crossed the deck to the rail and watched Ty guide the boat closer to us, now pulling Britt behind on a pair of skis. He had slowed some, and it was evident that she was a more intermediate level skier, less steady than Kori and less inclined to perform any acrobatics of any kind. All the same, she looked to be thoroughly enjoying herself, and Miguel stood in the stern with with Kori and Cody, cheering her on. She had wrapped a flotation belt around her hips rather than wear the bulkier vest, and while I was not entirely sure that met the requirements here in Utah it did make it very enjoyable to watch her, her big breasts unencumbered by anything other than her straining bikini top. As we watched she hit the wake at a bad angle and went down hard, sending up a substantial splash and leaving the tow rope skipping behind the boat. Cody shouted to Ty, who immediately cut the engine to idle and swung the boat around, slowly returning to her. Britt waved from the surface to show she was OK, but then motioned them in, ready for a pick up. Kristi shook her head. "Don't you know that stung a little bit! That's one advantage to the vest, much as I hate it." We watched as she handed the skis up to Cody, then took his hand and allowed herself to be helped back into the boat. The fall had dislodged her top, leaving it wrapped in a twisted knot around her neck and one shoulder, and her breasts swaying magnificently free in the sunshine. She turned and let Miguel unhook her, then slipped out of it and untwisted the mess before putting it back on, laughing the entire time about her mishap. It was clear that the guys were giving her some grief about her predicament, but she was taking it very good-naturedly, seeming not embarrassed in the least! Of course, at this point any attempt at modesty would have been a total sham. They came slowly alongside and Cody stepped across to our lower deck, mooring line in hand. He tied them off to our rail and Ty shut down the motor as everyone came back on board the houseboat. It was decided that perhaps a bite of lunch was in order, since it was after noon, and preparations for sandwiches were quickly made. As we ate we discussed a little more skiing after lunch, with a quick consensus that by two o'clock or so everyone pretty much had to go their own way. I had enjoyed meeting these folks, good people all, and had especially enjoyed Sandra and Britt, Britt and I actually feeling like we had gotten to know and like each other in such a short time. The girls had definitely enjoyed meeting all four of these guys - and I use the term "meeting" to encompass so much more - and I was glad we had run across them out on the lake on our way here and had more or less adopted them. We all exchanged phone numbers and addresses over lunch, promising to stay in touch but knowing it was unlikely that we would since we all lived so far apart. After lunch Britt, Kori and Miguel began to clean up the debris, with Sandra's help. Kristi and Ron went with Ty and Cody to Ty's boat, with Juan trailing along. Before joining them I looked at Britt. "Did you have fun skiing?" "I did, it was great! I could have done without that tumble though!" I laughed. "Yeah, that looked a little painful. Are you going back out again?" She smiled. "No, I'm pretty waterlogged already." She gently squeezed her left breast. "Besides, I need to pump pretty soon. I'm getting pretty full." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Sounds like fun! Can I watch?" She laughed. "I thought you wanted to ski." "I can do that anytime - how often do I get a chance like this?" "It's not any big deal Adam, just a basic necessary function. You'd probably have more fun out on the boat, or skiing." I put my arm around her shoulders. "Why don't we let me be the judge of that? You wouldn't mind though, if I watched you?" She shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat - in keeping with our theme. No, I don't mind." "Wait here while I go tell them to go without me. I'll be right back." And that's how I came to watch Britt perform her "necessary function", which for me proved to be a fascinating and somehow extremely intimate moment, despite the fact that Kori, Sandra, and Miguel were also present. And how I missed Kristi getting busted by the Park Rangers!
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 29 Jan 2010 00:44:45 Reply  Boobies! Big, milk laden boobies, bursting at the seams. The very best kind. Thanks Stormy. TrF2
goodhusband Member 2623	# Posted: 29 Jan 2010 02:43:05 Reply  Storm Nice segment. More and more I would like to get to know Adam, Kristi, Ron and Kori. Thank you GH
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 29 Jan 2010 22:53:27 Reply  TrF2, I admire the way you're able to mask your enthusiasm! Thanks GH, I think they would all get along very well with Kelly and Tim. _____________________________________________________________ I went out and crossed to where Ron and Ty waited in the speedboat, Kristi standing with one foot on each craft as she stepped in. Juan stood on the deck of the houseboat, offering her a steadying hand, with Cody nearby, hands on hips as he looked down at them. Ron looked up at me. "C'mon, hop in and let's get this show on the road!" "I think I'm going to take a rain-check and let my lunch settle a little bit, but y'all go ahead." Kristi stepped down into the boat, then turned and looked at me questioningly. "I thought you were all pumped up to go get a little workout! What's going on?" I had hoped they would just let it slide and go without me, but I hadn't actually expected that to happen. "Well, in the interest of full disclosure, Britt is going to use her breast pump and she says I can watch if I want to." Ron and Ty both laughed, while Kristi just shook her head and looked at me like I was completely hopeless. "Amazing! I guess I should have known it would be something like that. You are such a pig!" Ron put his hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't pick on my friend! Most guys would do the same thing, at least he was honest enough to admit it. You go Adam, and oh, by the way, my video camera is in my closet next to...ooof!" Kristi elbowed him in the gut. "Just quit! We are not going to have a video of Britt milking herself for you guys to sit and admire after we get home, so just forget it!" Ty, Juan, and Cody were all laughing at this exchange, Juan shaking his head and muttering something in Spanish about gringos and loco as he stepped into the speedboat. Cody handed him a wakeboard that they had left on the houseboat and remembered during lunch, then stepped back. "You know, I think I'm going to beg off this time too, I'm kind of tired from last nights, uh, activities. I think I'll grab a nap. All you need is driver, spotter, and skier, so the four of you is plenty." Kristi scoffed. "You too? I expect this kind of stuff from Adam, but I thought maybe you weren't such a horndog! Boy, a girl shakes some big ol' milk-filled boobies at you guys and ninety percent of your brain shuts down due to redirected blood flow!" Cody laughed good-naturedly, but Ronnie looked at her. "Hey, you say that like that's a bad thing! From what I can recall, you always seem to like the results of that redirected blood flow." Kristi slapped his arm. "I'm not denying that, I just want it to be my boobies that cause that phenomenon." She hopped back up on the deck of the boat and grabbed my arm, stretching up to whisper in my ear. "I'm just kidding. Have fun, but remember when you get all hard and horny that it's all mine today! No fucking, no jerking off - you save your energy for me only! Otherwise you need to come with us and ski." She stepped back and looked at me. "Do we have a deal?" I was a little taken aback by her demand, but a little excited by it too, to be honest. Besides, I really hadn't been intending to have sex with Britt - just watch and enjoy! "Uhh, sure, I guess. What's in it for me?" She struck a sexy pose, legs slightly apart, back arched and ass thrust out. "Stupid question lover! What do you think is in it for you?" "Oh yeah! I guess that was a dumb question!" We both laughed, and she hopped back into the boat. Cody tossed them their line and Juan pushed off, moving them away from us as Ty fired up the motor. They moved away into open water, slowly at first, then faster as Ty pushed up the throttle and the bow of the boat rose above the surface. Soon they were skimming away, the sound of the big motor slowly dopplering out even as the echoes of it returned to us from the red rock cliffs. I headed back to rejoin Britt, Kori, Sandra and Miguel, who had all returned to the upper deck, Cody tagging along behind. As we entered the lounge, he veered off. "You don't mind if I crash on your sofa for awhile do you? I'm totally whipped!" I looked at him, surprised. "You were serious about taking a nap? I figured you just wanted to, uh, observe the proceedings." He laughed. "I do, but I'm so damn tired! Besides, I lived with my brother and his wife for awhile and she breast fed her kid, my nephew, so it's not such a big mystery to me anymore. Of course, her tits weren't nearly as big as Britt's..." "And you didn't get any free samples." He smiled, raising one eyebrow. "Did I say that?" I looked at him. "Really? Your sister-in-law? Your brother's wife?" "Sure. They're pretty open minded, and Mandy is a horny little thing. That girl loves riding the pole!" He flopped down on the couch. "Hey, don't let me sleep too long, OK? Maybe half an hour or so." I nodded, and he rolled onto his side, leaving me wondering and marveling about his last statement. I'd taken him for such a straight-arrow! I couldn't even begin to imagine my brother and his wife involving me in their sex life in any way, Trudy in particular being very modest about such things. I could, however, imagine Kristi getting my brother involved in ours! With that disturbing image ricocheting around in my head I climbed the steps and joined the others above. Sandra, Kori, and Miguel were at the bar, Miguel again doing a very credible job as bartender. I paused and got a beer from him before joining Britt where she sat on one of the long benches, her breast pumping paraphenalia scattered around her on the seat. She was bare-breasted, a look which I admired as I approached. She looked up. "You're just in time. You can help me get this thing situated." "Happy to help. This is a great look for you by the way, very becoming." She laughed as she attached a short tube to what looked like a clear suction cup with a longish nozzle at the narrower end. "That seems to be the consensus! You know, when I first started to nurse my daughter I was very nervous about it, but now I'm getting pretty used to having my tits hanging out - restaurants, stores, at the mall, at friends' houses - it just doesn't bother me much." She paused, holding the device, and looked at me. "Actually, to be perfectly honest, I kind of like the looks I get. It makes me a little horny when men look at me, so I'm not always real careful to keep myself covered. I kind of like showing these big babies off, while I've got 'em!" She blushed slightly, and laughed self-consciously. "Is that awful or what?" I laughed, enjoying her candor. "I'm sure you'll get no complaints from your legions of fans! Maybe you should start your own website, you know, "Britt'sTits.com", or something like that. You're gorgeous, your boobs are spectacular, you could probably make serious bucks." She laughed loudly then, coloring a deep red. "That's terrible! You are so bad!" I chuckled. "It was just a passing thought. But seriously, your breasts are very, very nice. No harm in showing them off a little." She gave me a mischievous look. "You have a beautiful cock, why don't you walk around with that hanging out?" My turn to blush! "Uh, thanks I guess, but I don't because A), nobody wants to see that, B) I'm pretty sure I wouldn't enjoy jail, and C) you're the self-avowed exhibitionist, not me!" She smiled. "Well, first, I'll differ with you on the 'nobody wants to see it' part. Here, hold this for me." She placed the clear cup over her entire areola, the longish nozzle at the back fitting over her nipple, and I held it for her. I knew she had done this alone many times, and my help was more for my benefit that hers, but I was fine with that! I could feel the warmth and firmness of her breast through the soft silicone of the cup, and my cock began to respond. She attached the other end of the short tube to a box, which turned out to be the battery-powered pump, and screwed a small bottle onto a threaded cap on the line. She looked at me. "Ready?" I nodded. "I'm just an innocent bystander. Are you ready?" She smiled. "Extremely. Here, you do the honors." She held out the pump, switch toward me, and I flipped it on. It made a low hum, and immediately her nipple was sucked into the tube. And I do mean into the tube, her nipple distending to what looked like a painful degree to me. Almost at once her milk began to flow, the thin yellowish-white liquid passing in alternating spurts and trickles through the cup and tube and into the bottle as I watched, fascinated! She made a soft "Mmmm" sound as it began, and I asked if it was hurting her. "Oh no, it feels good. I was more than ready, I build up a lot of milk quickly. I may have some Holstein or Guernsey genes or something somewhere back in my ancestry." She chuckled. "I could have fed twins - or maybe more!" "It looks like it should hurt, the way it pulls on your nipple." She laughed. "This is gentle compared to the way my daughter sucks and gnaws at me! She's a little demon at the tit - the way you guys suck on a woman's nipple is nothing, you're all amateurs compared to a nursing baby! But they each feel really good, in their own way." "Does this make you horny?" She looked me in the eye. "Not usually. With you watching it sure does, and I didn't expect that. I'm getting really wet, and that doesn't usually happen, trust me." I had been appreciating her openness and willingness to honestly answer all my dumb questions. Now I was the one a little at a loss for words, although my penis was having no difficulty making an appropriate response! "Uhh, would it be better if I left you alone?" "No dummy, it would be better if you touched me! At least kiss me!" So I leaned forward and kissed her, careful to avoid bumping the mechanical sucker working at her left tit. She kissed me back, hungrily, and I let my hand drift to her right breast, cupping it's weight in my palm and fingers as my thumb strayed to her nipple, finding it hard and erect - and wet, it's own flow of milk starting spontaneously with her arousal, leaking slowly from her hard nipple. My cock throbbed to the sensation of my fingers touching her slick, hard nub, and I remembered my promise to Kristi, the deal we'd made. I wouldn't break the promise, not this time; I hoped never to do so again. I hadn't promised that I wouldn't make somebody else cum however.
goodhusband Member 2623	# Posted: 31 Jan 2010 17:02:43 Reply  Storm Oh foolish Adam. I do believe he is swimming in dangerous waters. Thanks, the excellence continues GH
Titsrfun2 Member 252	# Posted: 31 Jan 2010 17:33:17 Reply  Come on GH, water filled with Big Boobies is friendly water, not dangerous. LOL Stormy, as always, thanks. TrF2
stormydog Member 833	# Posted: 2 Feb 2010 02:25:24 · Edited by: stormydog Reply  He is indeed GH, but somewhere inside I think he knows that! I do like the sound of TrF2's waters - where do I find that beach? Thanks again guys! ____________________________________________________________ My left hand occupied with her breast, I let my right drop to her thigh, enjoying the feel of her smooth, warm skin as I slowly dragged the backs of my fingers up her leg. At the same time, her right hand - the one that was not supporting the breast pump - dropped to my lap, and she quickly found and squeezed my hard cock. I lifted my hand from her leg and caught her hand before she could become too involved. "Hmm-mm, let's not do that. Just let me touch while you finish your business." I glanced over at Kori to see if she was monitoring my activities for Kristi, but she was wrapped up in conversation with Miguel and Sandra and was not looking my way. Britt looked at me. "But I want to touch too, it's only fair!" I nuzzled her neck, and she shivered. "No, sorry, new rules. Only I get to play." "I don't like your rules Adam, they suck." "They're not my rules." She waited, and I realized I'd have to finish that thought. "They're Kristi's, OK? She made me promise not to, uh, stray again today. I did promise her, Britt." She pulled her hand back and looked at me oddly. "Do the same rules apply to her?" Good question! Wish I'd thought of it! "Um, you know what? We didn't actually discuss that!" She laughed. "Boy, if I'm ever buying a house or a car or something, I guess I know who not to call to help me with the deal! And who to call, now that I think about it! Glad I've got her number!" "Yeah, well, she has a diabolical way of coercing my agreement to almost anything. I'm sure you would never do that to your husband." She giggled. "I might have done that once or twice. You guys do tend to be a little easy you know, and we do like to have things our way. Tell you what though, if you're not fully committed, then neither am I." I pulled my hands back from her, but she quickly grasped my right hand and returned it to her swollen breast. "Don't stop, that feels good! I didn't say we couldn't be involved, just that we don't seem to be - or need to be - committed." "I guess I don't know what that means, Britt. Is we is, or is we ain't?" She laughed. "It means you keep touching me, because I asked you to and because it feels good, and I keep touching you, because that feels good too - right?" I nodded, and she went on "But no fireworks. We'll just tease the stew out of each other!" I stroked her milky nipple. "Well, it's not stew, but it is tasty." She laughed again. "Funny guy! Just a dumb midwestern expression, all right?" She let out a small moan. "Ooohhh, sometimes I hate myself when I get all noble. I don't know about you, but I'm sure going to be glad when Juan gets back." I shrugged. "Yeah, he's cute, but really not my type. I like your style of plumbing, the fully indoor kind." She gave me a disgusted look. "Oh, you meant Kristi! Then in that case yes, I'll be very glad when she gets back too!" Laughing, I glanced up to see Ty's boat idling in the water, stationary, about two hundred yards off our port side. There was a skier in the water, preparing to ski, and whoever was piloting the boat slowly worked it into position, taking up all the slack in the rope before hitting the throttle and pulling the skier to his feet. He came up, but pulled too much rope to his chest in doing so and was quickly yanked off his feet as the boat accelerated, going down in a large splash. It was Juan in the water, I'd been able to tell that much partly by sight and mostly by logic. Ty, Ronnie, and Kristi were all too accomplished on water skis to make that mistake, and the dark haired and heavier form on the skis was most assuredly not Kristi. Besides, he'd been on a traditional pair of skis, which I knew Ron and Kristi seldom used. I spoke to Britt. "Hey, your boyfriend is trying to water ski. Does he know how?" She shaded her eyes and looked out across the lake to where the boat was circling back. "I don't know. I doubt it - I don't think he even swims all that well, to be honest with you." It was a perfect day, not a cloud in sight and the sky an impossible shade of blue. The red and buff sandstone formations towered hundreds of feet above the water around us, and the light breeze carried the rich, wet scent of life in the desert, water against rocks where waves hadn't lapped for hundreds of millenia before the Glen Canyon dam was built. The shrubs and gnarled tree at the entrance to the narrow canyon near where Kristi and I had spent the night were the only non-human sign of life, an incongruous green splash amidst a world of stone and water. I felt good, satisfied, at peace among friends, and felt a little of the tension of my world slip away. We watched Ronnie - for that's who was at the wheel - bring the boat back around, skillfully dragging the rope right to Juan, who was set to go again. Still watching them, but speaking to Britt, I said "Well, he does have a vest on, but I sure wouldn't be very comfortable sitting in a couple hundrd feet of water if I wasn't a good swimmer. He's got some serious balls, I'll give him that!" She mumbled "Yes, he does have some big balls.", and I grinned at her. She laughed and blushed. "Well, you brought it up!" We relaxed, touching each other, as we watched him through four or five more abortive attempts, each ending in an ignominious splashdown. The three at the bar were watching him too, Miguel making cracks about his brother's water skiing abilities. Kori glanced over at me and winked, smiling. As Ron circled back one more time, Britt announced it was time to swap breasts with the pump. I looked at her. "Really? I can't imagine that there's much left to suck out of that one." "Why, because of the little trickle you teased out of me? That's nothing - look." She held up the little bottle that had been attached to the pump, and I was astounded to see that it held several ounces of her milk. "Wow, that's amazing! I had no idea you could get that much, especially on just one side. Your daughter must be very well fed." She laughed. "I suppose. But think how much they drink from a bottle - it takes a lot. You have seen that, right?" "Of course. I guess I just never thought about a woman's body producing that much. I just find it all very impressive, and fascinating. I appreciate you sharing and educating me. I wish school had been this much fun." She patted my shoulder. "My pleasure, really." She laughed again. "It's been fun to see your reaction to it all - on your face and elsewhere, if you know what I mean." She touched my hard cock, leaving no doubt about exactly what she meant, and I groaned. As she was getting the unit attached to her opposite tit we heard the boat throttle up again, and this time we watched as Juan rose from the water, almost went down, then saved it at the last second and settled into an unsteady stance as Ronnie sped up. He did pretty well, for about four or five hundred yards as they circled in a wide, gradual turn to our starboard side. Just enough time to really build up speed before his ski tips angled out and he did the splits, absorbing the full impact with the water using only his crotch - a common, if not exactly pleasant, beginner dismount. I winced. It's been awhile, but I still remember doing that same thing. It tends to stick in one's mind. Even as far away as we were, we could hear him yelling and cursing at them when he surfaced. It was probably a good thing it was in Spanish. I laughed. "Oh ouch! That's gonna leave a mark!" Britt frowned. "Is he OK? He sounds mad." I chuckled. "Let's just say he discovered that using only your scrotum to break your fall is a really bad idea - even in the water." She giggled as she started up the pump. "Is that what happened? I thought he was hurt!" "He is! Don't underestimate the pain, it hurts, let me tell you." We watched as he got back into the boat, bent over and clutching himself. Britt frowned. "I hope he's not hurt too bad. I was counting on using those tonight!" I looked at her and laughed again. "Your concern is underwhelming! Maybe you can fix him an ice bag. Or better yet, kiss it and make it better. She smiled. "I can do that!" She shaded her eyes again, looking at them across the water. "Maybe he won't need me to. It looks like your girlfriend is already seeing to that particular treatment." I'd been watching the flow of milk from her breast into the tube and then into the second small bottle, but my head snapped around when she said that. Sure enough, Juan was standing with his back to us, his suit around his knees, and Kristi was kneeling in front of him. Her shoulder and part of her blond mane was all I could see around his naked butt, but she was definitely face to crotch! My cock jumped under Britt's hand, and she felt it. "You actually get aroused by that, don't you?" I felt the heat of my face flushing red. "Don't want to, but yeah, I guess I do. I can't seem to help it." I heard the roar of Ty's boat in the distance, throttle wide open, but it was just background noise. Clearly though, if anyone was skiing now, it was no longer Juan! She regarded me calmly, and I wondered what she was thinking. As I looked at the tableau in the smaller boat, Kristi's hand reached out and Ty dipped into the cooler and handed her a can, either beer or soda. She took it, then reached back and held it to Juan's bruised balls, and we heard his loud, startled yelp clearly as the icy can touched him. I laughed. "I guess you'll still need to provide the healing kisses. I think Kristi was just inspecting the damages and applying first aid in the form of a cold compress. Sounds like he's not too crazy about her methods!" Britt smiled and shook her head. "Can you blame him? Adam, don't be embarrassed because you like to see Kristi with other men. I think it's sweet, and very sexy that you let her do that. You two must really love and trust each other a lot." I made a noncommittal noise. She cocked her head. "No, really! I love the way your relationship works. You two are good together, and you're such a beautiful couple. When you made love to her, that was as erotic as anything I've ever seen! You were just so totally devoted. It was nice - until Ty screwed it up." "Mmm. He didn't mean to. He apologized. So, do you think you'll try to bring your husband around to your way of thinking?" "Oh, definitely!" She paused. "After all this, I have some pretty good ideas for how to go about it, in ways that won't be so threatening to his masculinity, maybe. That masculinity can be such a fragile thing! Who knew?" I laughed. "Yeah, I guess it is. I've had mine bruised, and now Juan has bruised his. In a different way, of course." She giggled. "You're pretty funny, and you don't seem to be overly impressed with yourself. I like that. It's been good to meet you, and I'm really going to miss you! You have to promise to stay in touch." I smiled and kissed her. "I've had humility hammered into me. That's what friends are for! I'll miss you too, and I will stay in touch. I want to know how this whole thing with your husband and your lovers works out for you." I looked at her breasts, one still being pumped, the nipple on the other distended and red from its recent use. "I'll miss those too, and the tasty addition you provided for my morning coffee. I usually take it black, but you could change my habits." She handed me the small bottle and it's contents, several ounces of still-warm breast milk. "Here. Put it in your fridge, it should last you a few days for your coffee. We don't need it on our boat, because they'll have me. You can have this one too, when I'm done." I was touched, and the idea of using her breast milk gave me a kinky little thrill, to be honest about it. "Thanks, but aren't these bottles part of a set? Maybe we have something I can pour it into." She smiled. "Relax, it's no big deal. I have more." "Well, I have your address. I'll send them back to you after I get home." She reached up and stroked my face, and I kissed her fingers. "Adam, you don't have to, but if you insist on returning them you have my address, as you said. Deliver them in person sometime - but not for a few months. First I need to get my husband used to the idea that he's going to enjoy seeing me take your big cock inside of me. He can watch the next time you and me do it, and yes, I really do want a next time, with him watching. That's very exciting just to think about!" She had surprised me with that, but in a good way. It sounded good to me too, even if it did turn out to be only a fantasy. I smiled at her. "I like that idea too, if it works out. Sounds like fun to me, if Kristi is OK with it." She looked at me strangely, then smiled. "Of course Adam, only if Kristi says you can. I understand that you have to have her approval first, so that she'll loosen her iron grip on your balls." I blushed, and objected. "It's not like that! I just meant I didn't want to screw up our realtionship, things are still a little wobbly between us. We have to get some ground rules set up, and we haven't really done that." "No, It's OK Adam. Let her be the keeper of the testicles, I understand. It's how I plan to work it with my husband. You'll be so much happier if you just give in and let her keep your balls whenever you're not using them, and she can always tell you when you will be. And that way they won't be in your way, cluttering up your underwear." I realized she was teasing me and laughed ruefully. "Man, your husband is in some deep shit! Should I call and warn him?" "Don't you dare! The funny thing is, I think he really will take to letting me control him - probably more than you ever could. He's more easily manipulated than you, I think, although I can see how you would do almost whatever she asks of you. You love her, and she's very sexy. Seductive really, but it would take a very strong alpha male type of man to dominate her, and she wouldn't put up with it for very long. Although it might be fun for her once in awhile - every girl likes to be subjugated occasionally." I snorted. "Really? I can't see Kristi letting any guy dominate her, not for real. Maybe in play, but she's so damn competitive about everything. Do you seriously think being dominated would make her hot?" "Oh yeah! Being overwhelmed, controlled, taken, maybe tied up or restrained, by some big, powerful..." At that moment a loud blip of a siren, not long, maybe five seconds, interrupted her, and also brought the heads of Kori, Sandra, and Miguel snapping around to look out toward where Ron was again towing a skier, who suddenly went down in a controlled but unplanned release.

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