Adam's Journey

Thanks TrF2, and likewise on the New Years wishes!
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Sandra, prepared for the feeling of me entering her, let out a small whimper which coincided with my own disappointed groan as I stopped and looked over at Kristi. "What now?"

She laughed, trying to soften it by saying she was sorry. It was not difficult to tell that she was far more amused by our frustration than she was apologetic.
"Really, I am sorry. I just thought maybe she'd like to let Ty go first, before you. You've always liked sloppy seconds, and you're bigger, so you should go last. And Sandra, have you ever fucked a guy with a cock like this?" She waggled Ty's sharply arching and extremely erect cock back and forth in her hand as she asked that question.

Sandra looked at Ty's equipment for a moment, considering, before slowly shaking her head no. "I have not. Does it feel different, inside?"

Kristi smiled at her. "You have no idea! Come on, you have to try this, I think you will find it to be, uhh, let's just say a unique experience."

Sandra disengaged herself from me, swinging her leg around and rising to her feet, using my shoulder to pull herself up. She crossed the short distance to Kristi and Ty, leaving me horny, erect and frustrated, and suddenly a spectator. She stretched up to kiss him briefly on the lips, taking his saliva-slick cock in her hand and slowly stroking his curved length as they both looked down at Kristi, still kneeling.

"You are so hard, and so soon after you just came! Not so big as Adam, perhaps, but this is very nice!" I was secretly pleased to see her glance regretfully in my direction before dropping to her knees alongside Kristi. They both lavished a little oral attention on Ty's cock for a moment before turning it into an intense kiss and tangling of tongues between the two of them, Kristi slowly reaching up to cup Sandra's breast and stroke her hard brown nipple as they kissed. When they broke they both looked a little startled at the sudden intensity of their actions, and I could tell that Kristi was once again aroused, despite her earlier claims of being finished. That kiss had clearly completed what the sensation of having Ty's hard cock and swollen testicles in her mouth had begun, leaving her wanting more. Sandra's hand between Kristi's trembling legs, stroking her used sex through her semen soaked suit, was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Their heads together, Sandra's gleaming black hair and Kristi's long, tousled blond locks made an incredibly beautiful contrast. Not for the last time I wished I had a camera!

Kristi suddenly grabbed Sandra's arm, pulling her hand tightly to her own pussy for a moment as she thrust her hips forward to meet Sandra's pressure, moaning loudly before pushing the other woman's hand away. "God! I need to stop, but I just can't seem to get enough! Here Ty, you lay down and let her straddle you."

Ty lay back on the lounge chair as Sandra stepped over him in a reverse cowgirl position. Kristi quickly corrected her. "No, you need to be facing him for it to work best!" She continued to coach, kneeling beside Ty and holding his penis erect as Sandra reversed herself and lowered herself onto him. Kristi guided him between Sandra's dark and swollen lips, finding her opening and letting gravity and the smaller, darker woman's arousal do the rest.

Ty groaned and Sandra cried out softly as he entered her, both of them fully immersed in the sensation of their bodies coming together, both needing what the other was offering. Kristi let her hand slip to Ty's swollen scrotum, squeezing and lifting his balls as Sandra sank down onto him. Ty's body gave an involuntary thrust into her, probably due to Kristi squeezing his balls, and Sandra gasped as her hand flew to her stomach, just above her pubic bone. "Ohhh! Oh my, oh yes, fuck me!"

Kristi giggled. "Told you! Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Ohhh, si', very good, muy bueno, ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh!"

Her grunts of pleasure sped up as Ty thrust up into her, pounding her from below, and she soon reached a shattering orgasm, crying out and jamming herself down onto him. My cock throbbed and my balls ached watching them, and I felt a powerful tingle of extreme arousal rippling through my groin. She was wet and stretched open, her pink pussy tight around his hard shaft as she rode him, a trickle of her sexual juices glistening on his balls, and neither of them seemed to care in the least that I was staring at the joining of their bodies, watching from just a couple of feet away as they coupled so passionately.

I watched his curved cock disappear fully into her, again and again, his cock wet and slick as it slid in, her aroused body constantly replenishing it's own lubrication, her wet pink opening a tight ring around his shaft. I ached, I wanted to be in her, and I had a powerful urge to lean in and touch the small puckerd star of her asshole with my tongue, to thrust it into her as they fucked. It seemed to wink at me with each thrust, and I found myself drawing ever closer, until I rested my hand on the curve of her ass, my face less than a foot away, scenting her, feeling her body shudder through another orgasm as Kristi looked up at me in surprise.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "What are you planning to do, suck on his balls, or lick her little rosebud?"

"Uhhh, neither! Just looking!"

"Oh sure, and that's why you keep licking your lips!" She laughed. "Go ahead, either way, it's OK. I'm pretty sure they won't mind."

I made a conscious effort to not lick my lips. "I was just getting a close-up view is all. You know how I love to watch."

She reached up and stroked my face. "I do know that!" She ran her finger lightly over Sandra's tiny puckered opening, which clenched tightly shut with the touch. She prodded it gently with her fingertip, and Sandra groaned with pleasure. Kristi quickly looked around, spying what she needed under the nearby side table. She stretched over and grabbed the bottle of tanning lotion and popped it open, squirting a generous dollop into the groove between Sandra's tight little brown buttocks.

It looked like nothing so much as a large creamy load of semen as it began to ooze down toward Kristi's target, and she helped it along, coating her middle finger and slowly pushing it deep, then deeper, into Sandra's clutching anus. She cried out, something in Spanish that I didn't understand, but it was clearly a cry of pleasure. Kristi laughed delightedly and began to actively finger fuck the other woman's ass, her thrusting finger and Ty's trick cock soon causing another thunderous orgasm for Sandra, who was practically writhing with the intensity of her climaxes.

Kristi looked at me, her face intense, aroused, her eyes smoky, the way they get at times like this. Hell, what am I saying!? We'd never before had times like this, but you know what I mean! She was breathing heavily, her lips swollen and slightly parted. "She's squeezing my finger so tight, and I can feel his cock pushing inside of her! You need to feel this!"

So saying, Kristi slid her finger slowly out of Sandra's bum, hearing her gasp as she felt it slip from her, and I quickly reached to replace it with my own, wanting very much to touch, to be a part of the fun. I covered my middle finger with the white lotion and pressed it to her tight little pucker, palm up. Kristi grabbed my hand and turned it palm down so that I could bend my finger down inside of her - I should have thought of that - and I pushed into her, feeling her tight grip over my knuckle, and her heat, and yes, the hardness of Ty's cock through the tender membrane between rectum and vagina as he fucked her!

I began to slowly fuck her with my finger, longer and thicker than Kristi's, and Sandra responded by swearing and thrusting back onto my hand and Ty's cock. As I pushed my finger deep into her rectum, I became aware of the fact that Ty's balls crushed into the palm of my hand each time he thrust upwards, and I found myself squeezing his balls between my palm, thumb, and little finger as he pushed into her. He groaned in obvious pleasure at the sensation, his arousal overriding any other concern he might have had, and the truth was that feeling him fucking Sandra in this way was making me incredibly horny, like voyeurism to the tenth power!

I glanced at my rigid cock, noticing that I had a river of clear pre-cum trickling down my shaft. Kristi reached over and began to squeeze and stroke me with the same lotion-covered hand she had been using to explore inside of Sandra, and I quickly realized that only a few seconds of that would have me squirting all over anybody within range - which at the moment was all four of us!

I felt Sandra clamp onto my finger as she came yet again, then as her spasms subsided she gasped out "Fuck my ass, I need you to fuck my ass!"

I moved to comply, but she quickly corrected me. "No, not you, you are too large! Senor Ty, please, fuck my ass!" She slid off of him, my finger slipping out of her and leaving me in the suddenly awkward position of holding Ty's wet balls and stiff, slick cock in my hand! I jerked my arm away self-consciuosly, causing Kristi to let out a peal of laughter and a comment about guys being such cowards, as Sandra quickly reversed herself and lowered herself, now facing me, back to Ty's erection.

They had a little trouble lining up and I automatically reached to help, wanting desperately to see him enter her. Without thinking I grasped his cock and guided it to her tight little anus. The lotion and the fact that we had been fingering her helped, as did the fact that his cock was already slick with her juices, and as I held him to her we pushed the head of his cock past her tight resistance and she cried out as his cock, much longer and thicker than our fingers, sank into her depths!

Now, facing me, her used pussy was right there in my face, pink, wet, open and beautiful, her swollen breasts and hard erect nipples thrusting forward as he took her anally. I sucked on her left nipple, and felt her fingernails dig into my neck, demanding more. I kissed down her taut stomach, very aware of Kristi watching as she stroked my cock and mauled my heavy balls. The coarse curls of her pubic mound met my lips, and my tongue soon found her hard clit, its fleshy hood swollen and hot, and I tongued it savagely as she came, his cock plunging into her back door just inches from my chin. She leaned back over Ty to give me better access, and I quickly sucked her hard clit and swollen labia between my lips, tasting her arousal and feeling her lust, my heart pounding with arousal.

I grasped Kristi's hand and stopped her motion, just milliseconds before I would have cum, my cock bucking, aching, and leaking heavily. Kristi knew why I'd stopped her, of course, and she said "Fuck her Adam, stick your big cock in her pussy and fuck her, let her have two cocks in her at once. Do it for me!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Just watch."

"No, come on, help us! Squeeze my balls - or his!"

She laughed. "My old high school basketball coach always said I had good ballhandling skills!"

Momentarily wondering just which balls she'd handled for him, I stifled a laugh just as I heard Ty make a sound that was half-laugh, half-groan.

Kristi grabbed his balls, wet and heavy, and looked at me. "Do it, fuck her!"

So I did, I had to, far too aroused to think about it or stop myself, knowing I couldn't last inside of her for very long, I got between her legs, straddling Ty's legs, and thrust into her open wet heat, feeling her silky pussy accept my cock, feeling her squeeze me, feeling his hard cock inside of her thrusting against my own, only her thin flesh separating us. I felt her gasp and writhe between us, felt her orgasm rock through her, felt his hard cock thrusting, probing, felt my balls slapping against his and against the base of his rigid shaft below me, felt Kristi grasping my scrotum and his, squeezing our balls together, and then felt myself cum. Everything seemed to slow down, her cries of pleasure and his groans in slow speed, from far away, the first big rush of semen thundering down my shaft and into her, then another and another, each one a slow, distinct event all its own, like minutes passed between each gush when in reality it was less than seconds.

I flooded her, I came, Kristi squeezing my testicles as if wringing all the juice from them, my balls seeming to want to rush through my cock and into Sandra, and I felt my cum gushing out of her overfilled cunt as I continued to thrust, flowing thickly down over Ty's thrusting cock and balls, drenching him in semen, the three of us having our sex slam wetly together in a flood of pent up lust which Kristi rubbed all over us.

I felt Ty tense and start to cum, his cock bucking inside of her rectum and thrusting against mine as I pushed into her vagina. Sandra went totally tense, rigid, crying out "Madre de Dios!" as she shuddered and bucked between us before collapsing on top of Ty, totally limp, spent, maybe unconscious. I slipped out of her as she collapsed, and flopped onto the deck beside the chair, on my side, gasping for breath and waiting for the intense muscle contractions in my groin to let up, my cock still leaking white semen.

We were done, wrung out, possibly never needing to ever have sex again, all of us nearly unconscious. All, that is, except Kristi, who was left in a state of hyper-arousal, the voyeur/participant that had not gotten satisfaction from that intense three-way scene. She looked stunned, near frantic, desperately in need of release, and if I could have pulled her to me and buried my face in her cum-slick pussy I would have gladly done so, but at the moment I could neither move nor catch my breath.

She didn't wait for an invite, strippping off her semen soaked bikini and dropping it right in my face, the heat and scent of her and him, Juan, penetrating my numbed senses as she climbed onto the lounge and lowered her overheated pussy onto Ty's waiting lips. He grabbed her thighs, wrapping his arms around her legs and pulling her down, eating her, thrusting his tongue into her, burying his face in her wetness as Sandra lay limp on top of him.

He made her cum, my woman, then again, meeting her thrusts and her needs with his own desire, the desire to give her all she could take, using his tongue and lips to taste her and please her, to lick the traces of her earlier lovemaking from her overheated sex, to clean her, to show her he could give her the same pleasure I had thought he was ridiculing me for the night before. For that moment she was totally his, and I didn't care.

That's wrong. I cared, I just didn't mind, it didn't bother me. She was happy, in heaven, shuddering and moaning through intense and badly needed orgasms, and I was glad he could do that for her, because at that moment, when she needed me, I couldn't. I was unable, limp and exhausted. Sandra and I were done, useless, and Ty made my girl happy and whole for that moment, giving her what she wanted and needed.

When she was done, satiated, she collapsed on top of them, a big Ty/Sandra/Kristi sandwich with semen, saliva, and pussy juice as the condiments. I lay immobile, looking at them, bodies pressed together in a sea of cum and sweat. It was beautiful in its own way, and as I dully picked up Kristi's bikini bottom and rolled to my back, touching the wet semen in the crotch, holding it to my nose to sniff, I heard applause. I slowly raised my head and looked around.

It was the rest of them, Ronnie, Kori, Juan, Britt, Miguel, and Cody, all watching us, standing together out of my line of sight! I hadn't heard them arrive or been aware of their presence in any way, and didn't think the others had either. I wondered how long they had been watching us, what all they might have observed! I groaned as I levered myself weakly to my side and sat up, hiding the balled up cummy bikini in my palm. I could feel the wetness of Juan's semen on it, the scent still lingering in my nostrils.

Kori was naked (of course!), the rest of them at least partly dressed although Juan's robe hung open, his now surprisingly limp penis dangling thick and dark over his fat, oversexed ballsack. I was aware of my own nakedness as a result, of my limp but still swollen and cum-slathered cock laying on my leg for all to see. At least Ty, Kristi, and Sandra were all in the same state, each wearing more cum than I was!

I hoped the sexual flush I still had hid the fact that I was blushing. Miguel crossed to us, frowning.

"Did you fuck my wife to death? Honey, are you OK?"

She groaned and one hand moved, the first sign of life I'd seen since her final orgasm. He touched her. "Baby? Sandy, are you all right?"

She pushed weakly at him, still making no effort to rise from Ty's chest. "I'm fine. I'm wonderful. Leave me alone." Her voice sounded weak and thready.

Miguel laughed heartily, as did everyone else. "Ah yes, she's OK!" He rubbed his hands together. "Who wants drinks?"

I rose shakily and asked for a water, to start. I saw Britt smiling at me, eyeing my worn out cock as I rose, then Kori came over and handed me a towel. We all gradually came back to life and dressed (or not, in the case of Kori and Kristi - Sandra fell asleep naked and cum-soaked on the lounge after Ty extricated himself from underneath her), and gathered at the bar. I found out later that Kristi had seen them there, watching, had known we had an audience for much of our lovemaking, but had said nothing because she was afraid I'd freak out.

She was probably right. Sometimes she really does seem to know what's best for me!

Stormy

A wonderful thing you did again. Double penetration! And how sweeeet the developments were all around it. Even Adam touching Ty was an interesting read, contrary to what I'd have expected for I'm by no means gay or bi. I am sure this is a scene for women! A former girlfriend of mine used to get hot on the theme of two guys touching each other.

Happy 2010 to you, my sincere thanks to you for entertaining during last year. As many others I very much look forward to what miracles you will create in 2010. Take care!

Cliffa
Cliffa

Well Stormy, I guess that makes it a happy new year already. Welcome back, I wonder how many times you polished that little scene. It came out really well, as Cliffa says, sexy without being in any way gay. I suppose if you close your eyes, an orgasm is an orgasm whichever way you get it but somehow, I've wanted to cross that line and I think I'm not alone, if maybe a bit reserved. Good start, but a hell of a standard to maintain for a year !!

Stormy, that was intense. Very good job.

Hey, is that a jeep I hear in the distance? Who could that be?

TrF2

Hi Cliffa, and thanks, Happy New Year to you as well. You're right, I don't think Adam has any strong interest in anything overtly gay - he's just trying to learn to go with the flow and follow that old 60's adage: If it feels good, do it!

peak, it is odd how resistant guys usually are to that type of stuff, even when we might admit that the curiosity is there. As is so often the case, I think women tend to handle these things in a more mature fashion. More adventurous? Not necessarily. Less afraid of humiliation or damaged pride is more likely.
Adam is trying to ever so slowly move to a more open attitude - because he knows Kristi wants him to. Can he learn to relax and enjoy it?

Thanks TrF2. Ah yes, the Jeep! Is it Tiffany you want to see re-enter the scene, or could you have some other motive for that reminder? Hmmm?
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In getting dressed I had looked around for the clothes I had removed when the everything got started, but had found only my shirt. It shouldn't have been hard to find my trunks, considering the gaudy colors, but having been unable to do so, I had settled for my Hawaiian shirt and a towel wrapped around my waist and tucked, island style. Not too bad - except that the towel I'd been handed by Kori was an awful rosy-pink color with lace trim.

Most of the others had gathered near the bar area - Sandra still dozing on the lounge where we'd worn her out, curled up in almost a fetal position and breathing deep and regular - and giving up on finding my trunks I moved to join the rest. Ty was leaning over the bar, resting on his elbows, and he saw me coming. I recognized by the look in his eyes that he'd be unable to resist, and I was right.

He straightened up, laughing. "You know, some guys would be hesitant to wear either pink or lace. Both together makes a very bold statement, although I think a less-busy top, maybe something low-cut, would make for a more elegant presentation."

Everyone laughed, and I chuckled ruefully. I knew I was a total fashion plate, and trust Ty to point it out. I shook my head at him. "I couldn't find my trunks, OK? Cody is right, you do tend to shoot from the lip. Did you get beat up a lot, as a kid?"

He grinned good-naturedly. "I still do - but only by guys that can run faster than me!" He stepped from behind the bar. "These wouldn't be your's by any chance, would they?"

He was wearing my trunks! "Hey, no wonder I couldn't find 'em! Why don't you wear your own damn pants and give me mine back?"

He shook his head. "Couldn't find my pants, but you probably wouldn't want these right now, I didn't really get a chance to clean up, and they're kinda wet and sticky inside. Of course, that's mostly your fault. Besides, I need these worse than you do."

He was right - I decided maybe I didn't need them as badly as I'd thought. I wondered if we'd be finding various articles of miscellaneous clothing scattered about the boat for the rest of the trip. "How do you figure you need my pants?"

Britt was standing at my side, and she answered, putting her hand lightly on my lower back. "That's easy sweetie! Pants are very secure, while towels can easily fall off" as she said that she jerked the towel from around my waist and tossed it to Kori, who caught it, laughing "and you can walk around naked a lot more proudly than Ty can!"

They all had another good laugh at my expense - apparently it was pick on Adam day, though I'd failed to note it on my calendar - as I groped around, blushing, for something to cover up with.

Ty thought this was hilarious, him being the cause of my embarrassment, and he concurred with Britt. "That's for sure! When I'm not hard, I've got nuthin', while you still look like some bull elephant, swinging his trunk in front of him!" He did a mock elephant trumpeting sound, using the requisite forearm and hand raised in front of his face for effect. Cute.

Ronnie shook his head. "Yeah, you know, it's just not right! You look at him, or Juan, or even Miguel and Cody, and all you ladies would vote to have these hung guys march around here with their doo-dads flopping around in the open all day, but me and Ty, with normal human-sized dicks, you could care less."

Kori stepped to his shoulder and leaned her head against his chest. "Honey, that's just not true! Ty has a really nice cock, it just shrivels up tiny when he's not using it!"

Ronnie snorted. "Oh, thanks dear, I feel much better now!"

Kori and Kristi both giggled, as did Britt. The guys looked uncertain whether to laugh or not, until Kori kissed Ron. "I'm just teasing you dear, you know that. Besides, you know what they say: Good things come with small packages!"

Ron shook his head. "Pretty sure that's not an exact quote, sweetness, but I appreciate the thought. Besides, you seemed to think it was plenty big and hard a little while ago." He looked at me. "Adam, for my sake, cover yourself would you?"

I wondered what "little while ago" he was referring to, and what he and Kori had been doing, making a mental note to ask K. She'd tell me, probably far more that I wanted to know. I moved to meet Ronnie's request by retrieving my towel from where Kori had folded it over the back of one of the bar stools, but Kristi stopped me.

"Wait a sec Adam, I think we should do what Ronnie suggested!"

I looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"We should vote, like he said. Us girls should vote whether you guys get to wear pants or not!"

"Uh, I don't think so!" I grabbed the towel, but she quickly grabbed the other end of it, laughing.

"Oh come on Adam, be a sport. What do you say, girls?"

Britt piped up first. "I say, down with pants!" Kori quickly agreed. "You know me, I'm in favor of declaring this boat a free-dangle zone. And I'm sure Sandra votes the same."

Cody sided with me. "You can't vote for her, she's unconscious. And you don't have her proxy, as far as I know. Besides, if you can vote for us to strip, we can vote for the same for you."

Kori objected. "That wouldn't be fair, there's six of you and only four of us!"

Kristi hit her with the obvious only seconds before I would have. "Kori, sweetie, have you forgotten that me and you couldn't get a lot more naked than we are?"

Kori looked baffled for a second, glancing down at her own nudity, then looked chagrined. "Oh yeah! I kind of forgot that!"

Her expression set everyone off into gales of laughter, nobody more so than Ronnie. "That's my wife - more comfortable naked than she is in clothes. Seriously though - and for obvious reasons - I vote to keep my pants on. How about you guys?"

Ty said "Pants, even if they're not mine." Cody voted pants, and I quickly agreed. "Pants. Or at least my pretty towel, and no grabbing it from me!"

Miguel went with us. "Pants for me, although if my Sandy were awake she would make me vote the other way." We all turned to look at Juan, sitting with his robe wide open, legs spread apart, and his meaty package fully exposed. He didn't look like a sure thing for our side by any means.

He shrugged. He understood English better than he spoke it, and had the gist of the debate well in hand. "For me, is no matter. If the senoritas like to see, ahhh, Juan's manhood, is no problem, for me, you see." He cupped himself with his right hand, lifting his cock and balls before wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft. He began to slowly stroke himself, sliding his thick foreskin back and forth over his glans, his own fingers not quite closing around his girth. "The senoritas, your ladies, I think they like it more, better how you say when little Juan stand up for them, no? Better, no pants, yes?"

Kristi was closest to him, and she put one arm around his shoulders where he sat, her other hand dropping to his lap to take over the stroking of his lengthening cock. "Mmmm, definitely better no pants yes, for Juan and not-so-little Juan, and that makes the vote five to five. What do we do for a tiebreaker?"

I couldn't take my eyes off her hand, wrapped around his very thick penis as she slowly stroked him. Her fingers failed to meet by over an inch, which made him maybe slightly thicker than I am at the very base of my cock, but his cock was that thick for its entire length! He was not as long as me, by probably nearly two inches, but he still possessed a massively thick and heavy hunk of meat which, at the moment, seemed to be keeping Kristi quite happily occupied. I knew, from comments she'd made in the past, that she would be loving the feel of his soft and silky foreskin moving in her hand. I couldn't offer her that.

The discussion of how to end the tie went around the group, with me remaining mute as I watched Kristi idly masturbate Juan's now extremely rigid member as she argued her case. She ultimately wound up sitting naked on his lap, crossways, rubbing his thick cock against the outside of her thigh as she fondled him. He seemed totally at ease with it, an erect and exposed cock seeming to be his most natural state, and Kristi seemed focused on her discussion, his throbbing cock in her hand a mere afterthought.

I caught her glancing at me a few times though, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth when she found me staring at her hand, on him. I knew exactly what she was doing to me, as did she, and I also knew it would be turning her on immensely. I wondered if she would get so aroused that she would actually mount him, knowing he'd be happy to oblige, part of me wishing she would but an even bigger part praying she wouldn't. The part of me that hoped she would began to swell and stiffen, much to my amazement, but I stayed facing the bar, the edge of it to my stomach, so nobody could see. I had my towel in hand at this point, but a towel would not hide what she was doing to me.

I looked around and saw Kori looking over toward Sandra, still sleeping off her orgiastic adventures on the lounge chair. It didn't look like she had budged. Kori caught Kristi's eye, and a wordless communication passed between them. They've been able to do that, those two, since very shortly after I first introduced them.

They'd hit it off quickly, become fast friends, and seemed to be on the same wavelength since the beginning. This soundless communication they've developed can be a little disconcerting at times, such as when they automatically agree on something without ever talking about it, or when they will glance at each other and then both tie into me and/or Ronnie over something nobody has even mentioned, or when suddenly both of them will rise to their feet and leave the room without making a sound, off on some unspoken common mission.

That's what happened now, as Kori stepped away from the bar and headed over to Sandra's spot on the lounge and Kristi released Juan's massive aroused cock and slid off his lap, following Kori. Juan seemed to take it in stride, sitting there calmly with his hefty balls hanging over the edge of his chair and his cock pointing skywards, thick and dark, his foreskin half covering its swollen, glistening head. He caught me looking at it, and grinned, as though knowing my thoughts about Kristi and him. I quickly looked away.

The two girls stopped next to Sandra, looking down at her. I was curious what had prompted them to go to her, so I also stepped away and nearer to them, my semi-hardness forgotten until Britt touched me, taking the head of my cock in her hand and stopping me in my tracks. She spoke very softly to me. "Amazing! You really like seeing her be bad, don't you? It really turns you on!"

I glanced around. The others were all watching Kori and Kristi, curious, like me, about what they were doing. Except for Juan, who was looking at us, still fully engorged, still not at all self-conscious about that. I looked down at Britt. "Apparently I do. I can't seem to help it or control myself."

She smiled. "I wish my husband could be more like you. I'd love to have him come along and let me tease and torment him! Too bad you're already taken, we could have some fun together."

I leaned down and kissed her. "Britt, we've already had some fun together."

She laughed. "True, very true. I meant a different kind of fun though. I could really put you through some cuckold paces, although you're a little atypical of the stereotype cuckold. Usually the really hung guys have to play the other role, don't they?"

"Psshh! How would I know? I'm a rank amateur at this - can't you tell?"

She shook her head. "You're way more advanced than my hubby! Of course, he's not well hung, not particularly good in the sack, not very adventurous or amorous, not a strong manly type - but he is a good provider, and I get to go play with guys like you and Juan when I want to, so it's not all bad."

I looked at her. "Have you ever told him what you do? What you would like him to do?"

She was aghast. "Oh no, he'd be shocked!"

"I'm not so sure, Britt. I mean, look at you! You're a sex machine, designed for this lifestyle, and surely he knows that! From what you've said he's got to know you need more that he can provide you with. He may be more aware of what you do than you think. You might be surprised."

She looked dubious. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely! I mean, you say he's smart, so give him a little credit! Does he ever have sex with you after you've been out with another guy?"

She thought for a moment. "I don't do that very much around home, but whenever I do he invariably picks that night to decide he's horny and wants me to fulfill my wifely duties. I figured just luck of the draw."

I laughed. "No way! He knows Britt - the whole idea of you out getting plowed by some stud has him frantic horny by the time you get home. Does he go down on you?"

"Always on those nights, always. He's actually pretty good at that, and oh so enthusiastic!" She laughed.

"Well then he surely knows, if you're full of semen!"

She shook her head. "No, I always use condoms around home, I figured he'd find out otherwise, with the smell and all."

I looked at her. "Don't next time. Go home freshly fucked and full, see what he does. Either way, if he suspects and still goes all oral on you anyhow, he's probably ready to take the next step."

She looked shocked. "You're crazy! There's no way I can do that! What if you're wrong and he doesn't know, he'd be so furious. He'd probably kill me, or at least divorce me."

"Possibly. I'm new to all this, so I probably am not the best one to give advice." I shrugged. "And you're probably right, you know best. He doesn't strike me as the murdering type from what you've said, but I don't want to be responsible for your divorce." I paused, debating how much more to say. "I'm just thinking of a guy that lives across the street from me that sounds a lot like your husband, and he and his wife Sue share a lifestyle - mostly fantasies, I guess - like you're talking about. He's a little under-endowed, very submissive, likes to be humiliated - gently - and the idea of seeing his wife with other guys. Huge thrill for them both, apparently. But they talk and tease each other about it, very open. They discussed it. I just hate to see you left wanting more and lying to him if you might open a whole new door just by feeling him out about it a little. You never know."

She laughed. "And let me guess - you'd be right there to be the other guy and fuck me senseless while he watches us, right?"

I held up my hands, backing away. "Oh no! God no, I'm in way over my head already, but I'm pretty sure you can line up a lot of volunteers for that role. How about him?" I nodded my head in Juan's direction.

He saw and smiled, nodding back, his rampant cock still waiting rigidly for someone to come and offer it some relief. How the fuck does he do that??

I had become uncomfortable with this topic, ready to move on. I already felt guilty about Rain and Morgan's break-up, unable to escape the feeling that I had contributed to it in a significant way, and now I was flapping my gums to Britt like some damn expert on the topic. Which I most assuredly am not!

I had never before felt responsible for screwing up anyone's marriage except my own, which was bad enough, but now suddenly I seemed to have made a hobby of it! Unfortunately, Britt was not yet ready to drop the subject. "How would I go about talking to him about it? It's not like I can just say to him "How about I bring home some hung stud Friday night and you can watch us screw?" She giggled at that image.

I looked past her for a moment, trying to figure out how to turn the dial back the other way. Beyond her, Kori had knelt down next to Sandra and was gently brushing her hair back from her face, speaking very softly to her, while Kristi stood next to her, bent forward with her hands on her knees as she leaned over them, concerned. The pose of the three beautiful naked women, positioned as they were, just begged to be photographed, but I had no camera. I can still see it though, to this day.

Their concern for Sandra was clear, but she stirred, then turned and said something to them, smiling weakly at Kori, before closing her eyes and curling into an even tighter little ball. Kristi stepped away and got a big, thick beach towel and spread it over the exhausted woman, and they turned away, smiling and chatting to each other.

I looked back to Britt to find her waiting expectantly, like I was the font of all knowledge or something! I shook my head. "Britt, I don't know! Please just forget everything I said - following my advice can almost always be considered a very bad idea."

She laughed. "OK then, don't give me advice. Just tell me how you and Kristi got to where you are. Did you talk her into it, or was it the other way around?"

"You don't want to follow our path. It's been kind of a rocky and painful road, at times."

She shrugged. "And yet here you are, and still together - and I can tell you two really love each other."

She had a point, a valid point, and she was right. We definitely must love each other to get through what we had experienced. "OK, I'll tell you about us, but please take everything I say with a grain of salt. And the cardinal rule is stop lying and cheating, stop hiding what you're doing, be honest with each other. The lies are what nearly destroyed me and Kristi."

She waited expectantly.

"OK, that's the hard part. Beyond that, Kristi told me one time about a former lover, what they did together. I got pretty turned on - weird, I know - but the more detail she went into, the harder I got, and pretty soon we were screwing each other's brains out, just total, crazy, sweaty, mind-blowing animal sex. It was great!"

She laughed at my enthusiasm. "Well, that part's easy at least! He asked me to tell him once about a guy I, uh, dated in college, and when I got a little graphic he reacted just like you. Well, except he lost control and came in his pants, which would have been all right except we were on our way to meet my parents for dinner." She laughed again. "He ended up going to dinner commando style, and somewhere in St. Louis there's an old stiff pair of tighty whities by the roadside."

I frowned. "Why didn't he just put them under the seat, or in the glove box until you got home?"

She looked at me. "That's an odd question. I think he was humiliated, mad at himself for being so premature. We hadn't been dating all that long, and we were in my car, he was the passenger. I think he tossed them out in a fit of embarrassment and anger at himself. I thought it was really funny."

"Did you laugh at him?"

"Yes, of course. It was funny, I couldn't help it!"

I shook my head. "And yet he married you anyway. I think you may have no problem converting him to be your willing cuckold, or whatever you want to call it. But again, bear in mind that I probably don't know what I'm talking about." I paused, and should have been smart enough to quit there, but I wasn't. "If you're going to try, start slow, with more stories. Make them up if you need to, or at least tell him at first that whatever you tell him is made up - that leaves you a clear exit strategy. What you do from there depends on his reaction. You're smart, you'll figure it out."

She thought for a moment. "Do you really think I should do it?"

"Now that's entirely your decision! All I know is that sneaking around and lying is setting you both up for a fall. I don't know much, but I can speak to that with some authority. Anyhow, whatever you decide to do, good luck!"

I saw Kristi and Kori again approaching Sandra, acting like they intended to mother-hen her to death. This time Miguel was following them, drink in hand, going to check on his wife. Of course, his concern for her didn't keep him from locking his eyes on the tight little derrieres of Ron's wife and my fiancee as he strolled across. My curiosity piqued, I started in that direction as well.

Britt stopped me. "Thanks Adam, I really enjoyed talking to you. I've got a lot to think about." She gave me a long, deep kiss, and one of those full-body hugs that Kori does so well. Except Britt's huge breasts left an impression on me that Kori's couldn't match, despite their loveliness. That made me think of something.

"Your baby, Britt - is it your husband's child?"

She actually looked slightly sheepish, and blushed lightly. "Yeah. At least I'm like ninetynine percent sure. At that point in my life, if she wasn't, she probably would probably have been black."

I looked at her, truly shocked. She apparently was not kidding. She caught my look, and raised her eyebrows at me. "What? I was in my black phase! I was searchng for that perfect big black cock - I didn't know there were white boys like you packing serious meat!" She reached down and took me in hand, laughing as she said that. Until that moment I'd completely forgotten my own nudity, so engrossed was I in talking to her! Laughing with her, I gently removed her hand before she could start anything serious.

"Circles in circles Britt, tangled web, whatever you want to call it. I have a hunch we could talk daily and you'd surprise me every day. Your hubby has no idea what's about to hit him." I wandered away, wrapping my lovely pink towel around me, an image of big-breasted Britt with her almost white hair with some big black stud filling her full of his thick dark meat flickering through my mind. There should be a video available of that!

I crossed to where Kristi and Kori hovered over Sandra. They had brought a couple of warm wet washcloths and a towel, and they uncovered her. I realized they were going to help her clean up - and she needed it! She was still curled tightly in a fetal position, her back toward us. From where I stood I could see the backs of her thighs and her bottom, her tight little pussy with its trim black curls peeking at me from the juncture of thighs and bottom.

She looked used, cum-covered, a long trail of whitish fluid leaking slowly from her and trickling down across the back of her thigh, pooling against her leg on the lounge cushion. Her pubic hair was matted and sticky, globs of semen visibly tangling her short curls, and her pink inner lips puckered out just slightly past the sticky mess, wet, soft, and beautiful.

The cum running from her pussy was mine, of course, and her tight little anus, which Ty had so eagerly invaded, looked red and wet, slippery. Inviting.

Kori began to wipe the streaks and rivulets of semen off Sandra's little brown bottom, looking up at me reproachfully. "You and Ty should be ashamed, leaving this poor girl such a worn out mess! You should be the ones cleaning her up!"

I shrugged. "OK, sure. I don't mind."

Kristi smacked my leg, laughing. "You're way too eager! You want to do it without the wash cloths, don't you?"

Truth was, the idea made my mouth water. I wondered if she was capable of cumming any more today - or even of regaining consciousness.

Kristi pushed me back. "You just go away! The last thing she needs right now is any more sex - of any variety! You know what she said to us a little while ago?"

I shook my head. "I saw you talking to her, but no. What did she say?"

Kristi looked up at me. "All she said was 'la petite morte', then she went back to sleep."

I frowned. "That sounds like French. Let's see - the little... dying? dead? death? She speaks French, too? What did she mean?"

Kori nodded. "It's 'the little death', and you don't have to speak French to know it. It means an orgasm so good you feel like you've died, or maybe you pass out. That's what you guys did to her - not that she seemed at all unhappy about that!"

Now they were both looking at me, both as if I'd killed their puppy or something. "Hey, we were just trying to make her happy and she seemed to be enjoying it. Besides babe, you were the one that pushed me into it!"

Kristi snorted. "Yeah, you were really kicking and screaming as I dragged you over here, you did your best to get away."

Miguel laughed at my discomfiture. "Somehow the fact that I may never be enough to satisfy my wife again is OK, as long as I get to see these two tear you limb from limb!"

Kori laughed. "Hey, we're just mad because he never fucked either of us into unconsciousness! Maybe we'd like to try a little of that petite morte ourselves, but does he look after those closest to him first? Noooo, of course not!"

Kristi was laughing too, so I played along. "Hey, to be fair, Ty helped! It's not like I did this single-handedly. Or even single-dickedly, as the case may be. Maybe he and I just need to work our magic on you two - not at the same time, of course, we're only mere men."

Miguel laughed again, clapping me on the shoulder. "Ah senor, it looks like you will have your work cut out for you!" He looked over the two gorgeous naked girls that were tending to his wife. "And what a mean and odious chore that promises to be, eh?"

Awesome stuff Stormy, I so look forward to each new episode. Your writing is like a fine bottle of wine, it just gets better with age. Thank you so much for churning out these last few episodes, they were excellent. I just went back and checked, you started this story in July of 2008, you deserve some kind of an award for entertaining all of us for such an extended period of time. My heartfelt thanks go out to you. I have to be honest, I don't ever want this story to end, but I know that's being totally selfish and inconsiderate. We'll take whatever you can give us.

As for my comment about the Jeep, I was just messin' with you, plus I think it's premature. If I remember, I think Tiff was supposed to show up in the middle of the week, and to be honest, I can't remember what day it is on the love boat, but I'm thinking Tiff may still be a few days out. How many more rounds does Miguel have left in that cock of his, can he screw all the remaining women into a coma to go along with his wife? That exchange between Adam and Britt was brilliant.

Thanks,

TrF2

Thanks TrF2. I'm not sure you should have reminded me that this has been going for a year and a half already. I should probably find something productive to do with that time - but then, hobbies are fun too!

I'm not exactly sure where I might end this story, I can see a point coming up, maybe relatively soon, where I could do so fairly easily. Maybe I'll put it to a vote at that time, since I'm still enjoying writing it regardless. Or maybe I'll sink the boat in the next episode and drown all of them. Naaahh, way too apocalyptic!

And I was just jabbing you back about that pending Jeep arrival - I think I know what you're hoping for! It is still just a little premature though, as you say.

If you try to sink the boat, we will call the river patrol to save them. I just called the Marshal service to place someone on board to watch and prevent any terrorist action and the Dam is been patroled to avoid damage.

You don't have to like us, we are like family and stuck with us. As long as you write we will follow you. Hard to find such a vivid and erotic description any place else.

Thanks for your time and effort
contdoc

Hey cd, loved the comment about being stuck with you - like family. Very funny! You're welcome, by the way, and I guess I won't sink them just yet!
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I shook my head in mock resignation. "Yeah, I know - fate worse than death! But sometimes one just has to step up and go above and beyond the call of duty."

Miguel chuckled. "You are so very noble! Well, I suppose it is time for me to collect my worn out wife, my horny brother, and the ever-lovely Senora Britt and return to our own boat so that you fine people can get on with your day."

He approached Sandra and the two women that were still fussing over her. They had rolled her onto her back, still apparently without fully waking her, and were gently cleaning between her legs - much as you would with a baby - except this was way more fun to watch!

Kori stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "She's really worn out Miguel, why don't you leave her be for awhile. We're almost done, then she can sleep a little longer. I don't think we're in any big hurry to go anywhere, are we guys?"

Kristi shook her head no, and I shrugged. "Last I heard Cody and Ty were going to fire up their boat and we were going to do a little skiing. No reason we can't do that from right here. The girls are right, let her rest, I think she needs it. Come have another drink." We turned toward the bar, and I was about to ask him if any of them water skied, when we heard a low moan.

We turned back to see Kristi ever so gently cleaning Sandra's abused sex with a warm washcloth, wiping the spilled semen from her, not really sure where the sound had come from until we saw the small, sleeping woman's hips moving, responding to Kristi's touch! She moaned again, soft and low as her hips pushed up, thrusting her pussy into Kristi's hand, her legs opening more widely as she unknowingly invited further caresses.

Kristi turned and stared up at us, her mouth open, the expression on her face shocked, but comical. "I thought she was basically unconscious, or at least asleep! I can't believe she's getting off on this!"

Kori smiled. "I think she is asleep, but if so she's having a really good dream. Don't stop!"

Miguel chuckled ruefully. "Now you see how it is, why I have invited other men into our marriage. My little wife is so sweet, so demure and proper at all times - until you get her started. Then, as you see, the fire cannot be extinguished. She sometimes demands more than one man can possibly provide."

Kristi set aside the washcloth and reached back, touching Sandra with just her fingertips, sliding them gently between her slippery, swollen outer lips and finding Sandra's clit. The effect was dramatic and instantaneous, her hips thrusting into the touch as her legs opened, her left hand flying to her mouth where she bit on her own knuckles, moaning more loudly.

Kristi breathed "Fuck! She's going to cum again! I'd have bet a thousand dollars she was done for the day. Amazing!"

Kristi continued to gently touch her, Kori leaning over to softly stroke and pinch the aroused woman's erect brown nipples before lowering her face to Sandra's breast, first nuzzling and then sucking on one of them. I couldn't fault her there; they were nearly irresistably suckable!

Miguel shook his head as he watched. "All this time I have had to watch her taken by other men, when women would have worked just as well! Why do I find this out only now, after my manhood, my masculinity you would say, has been so badly bruised?"

I gave him a sidelong glance. He was grinning as he said it, and I realized he was kidding. Clearly he had no problem with his wife taking on other men - but just as clearly he found this an arousing change of pace, his hand down the front of his shorts as he watched. I had grown hard as well, the front of my towel bulging out over my trapped and downward-pointing erection.

I was not aware that the others had taken an interest in the happenings around Sandra until I felt a hand touch the small of my back and heard Britt's voice. "Well well! And you were going to just let us sit over there and miss all this!

I glanced around. Ty and Cody had wandered over and stood near Miguel, looking down at the sexually taboo tableau unfolding before them. Ronnie stood just off my other shoulder, watching his wife suck at Sandra's beautiful breasts. Juan was next to Britt, hands on his hips, his thick cock thrusting out at an angle maybe ten degrees off the vertical. I thought to myself that perhaps Britt had missed a golden opportunity, with the four men all to herself while we had been preoccupied over here. She held out an ice-filled Bloody Mary, waiting for me to take it.

I raised my eyebrows. I hadn't asked for another one. She smiled. "Ron said he knew you'd want it. So tell me, do your girls play these little lesbian games a lot?"

She had addressed the question to both Ronnie and I, and as I took the icy drink from her an image of Kristi kissing Rain, and another of her tasting the milk from Britt's own nipples flashed through my mind. Ronnie answered her first. "Just a little touching and play to tease me sometimes is all that Kori does. I never thought she was much into that. Guess I coulda been wrong!"

I agreed. "Likewise - although I know she sucked on your tit a little." Britt laughed as I went on. "I thought that was just curiosity - you know, about the whole lactating thing."

Britt laughed again. "It always starts with curiosity, doesn't it? I think maybe this time they're more serious."

As if to prove Britt's psychic abilities, Kristi suddenly upped the ante, kneeling beside the lounge chair and dropping between Sandra's widespread legs, wrapping an arm around each thigh as she lowered her face to her moist dark curls. Kristi's own ass was sticking up in the air, her pussy open and wet for all to see, her clit erect, her arousal readily apparent. She gently kissed Sandra's sex, just at the front of her wet cleft on her soft pubic pad, nuzzling her dark, damp hair. Sandra has a beautiful pussy, her olive skin and closely cropped black thatch framing a pink, moist, and open groove, dark crinkly inner lips puffy, her hard little clit thrusting proudly from beneath it's cover. I envied Kristi as I saw her tongue flick out, touching the puckered fleshy hood over Sandra's hard clit, softly teasing. Moving lower, she licked gently at the dark, wet labia in front of her, parting the lips slightly with her tongue before letting it slip just slightly into Sandra's wet opening.

She withdrew her tongue after a few seconds and closed her mouth, as though tasting, considering. Apparently she found the taste of the smaller, darker woman to be satisfactory, because all restraint fell away as she dove in, smothering the woman's aroused pussy with her lips and tongue, devouring her horny snatch.

Sandra let out a loud cry, probably loud enough to be heard on the last remaining boat across the way, and grabbed the heads of the two women that were assaulting her, tangling her hands in their hair as she clutched them both to her, Kori's shorter darker hair at her breasts and Kristi's long tawny locks spread across her belly and thighs. Kristi's hair now masked any visible evidence of just what she was doing, but there really could be no doubt, Sandra's cries and writhing body announcing just what was being done to her.

I glanced at Ronnie to see how he was taking this. I was extremely horny, but wasn't really sure how I should react, and I guess I hoped I could draw some guidance from him, since Kori was also involved.

He looked at me at that same moment. "Holy shit! Where did all this come from? Damn, look at Kristi - she's so wet she's practically dripping, she's so turned on! I'll bet Kori's the same way!"

I glanced around at the enthralled faces. "Fuck man, we all are! Well, you know what I mean, not wet, but..." I didn't know what else to say, I just wanted to watch.

Juan had other ideas besides just watching, and he dropped to his knees behind Kristi, lining up his thick, rock-hard cock with her aroused pussy, sliding his swollen purple head up and down in her slick groove, lubricating himself as he prepared to enter her. My heart skipped a few beats, partly in extreme arousal (OK, mostly), and partly in jealousy and humiliation. There was no reason I couldn't have done what he was doing, except he'd thought and acted more quickly, more opportunistically. More aggressively. He had already taken her once today, that should have been enough; plus, I hadn't had to watch that time, as I did now.

He began to push into her, his dark foreskin pushing back as the head of his cock parted her and moved into her, stretching her open, and all my muscles seemed to seize up as I watched, helplessly. Suddenly Kristi reached back with one hand, pushing and slapping at him! She raised her head from Sandra's steaming cunt just long enough to say one word, "NO!", and then went back to pleasuring the younger woman.

Juan pulled back and out of her immediately, to his credit, and raised his hands in surrender, showing his white teeth in a disarming grin. I felt my muscles relax, although my pulse continued to pound at the base of my cock. As he rose again to his feet I noticed that the first three to four inches of his stiff cock were wet and slick, evidence of how far he had entered Kristi's body before she had waved him off. He made no effort to hide that fact, or to dry himself.

Personally, I was more than a little amazed that Kristi hadn't just thrust herself back onto him; it was what I had been expecting her to do, the reaction I would have predicted. Apparently she wanted to focus all of her attention on eating Sandra's pussy and had no desire for the distraction of a hard penis at that moment. I don't even think she had any idea who had been behind her, and inside of her, unless she could tell by the size of his cock. She probably knew it wasn't Ronnie, but beyond that...

Sandra came then, loud and hard, as Kristi lapped at her, licking and sucking her pussy, no doubt teasing her hard clit. She thrust herself into Kristi's face even as she kept a death grip in the long blonde hair, her orgasm giving her a momentary strength that trapped the stronger Kristi between her legs, her mouth pinned to Sandra's spasming sex. I heard Kristi's muffled moan and saw her pussy - which had been left spread slightly open by Juan's brief invasion - squeeze suddenly closed as her own sexual muscles contracted. I was pretty sure she had cum too, her spontaneous orgasm triggered by the intensity of Sandra's. Kristi confirmed later that I was correct.

Cody, overcome by the scene, stepped quickly to Kori and whispered something in her ear. I heard her answer yes, and he was suddenly behind her, entering her, thrusting deep, and in about ten thrusts (it may have been less, who knows - it was a matter of seconds) she cried out in ecstasy and he groaned, emptying his aroused testes into her, deep inside, holding his stomach to her ass as he pumped and spurted, both of them achieving the end they needed so badly. I heard Ronnie's aroused groan as he watched Cody fill Kori with his seed and saw his wife cum.

Four of us had managed powerful orgasms, had spent their arousal, had achieved some satisfaction. Sandra was again gone from our world, for now taking Kristi, Kori, and Cody with her. The rest of us, the remaining six, were in a state of near hyper-arousal, incredibly turned on by the sights, sounds, and smells of what we had just been a part of. The only problem with that was that Britt was the lone remaining unsatiated female amidst a sea of rampant erections, none of them on openly gay or bi- men, and as we all eyed her I saw the same thought cross her mind. She looked a little stunned, but then two wet spots suddenly appeared and spread on the front of her bikini bra, and I realized she didn't find the idea entirely repulsive.

Damn stormy

That was absolutely classic!

Thank you

GH

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water..............the party continues. Great joby Stormy. Not sure why, but I liked the part when Kristi dismissed Juan, that was an unexpected little twist that you threw in there.

Man, I am ready for some warm weather, hope summer gets here soon.

This boat ride is turning into a roller coaster. I do like the idea of control though. The fine tuning of mutual desires generating great sex not uncalled for dominance. Great.

You're more than welcome GH, and glad to have you back!

TrF2 - That was a first-time experience for Kristi, I think she wanted to focus solely on what she was doing, and having someone screwing her was just too much interference.
Gosh, when you start talking about the weather, I worry that the story must be starting to drag a little! You're right though, too much cold. Even where I live all the lakes and ponds are totally frozen over - haven't seen that in the last 10 years! Saw a very forlorn looking Great Blue Heron standing on the ice in the middle of a pond, sure hope for his sake it warms up soon.

Thanks peak, I think Kristi exerts a more mild dominance or control, mostly through her subtle feminine wiles, but that they both get aroused by the sexual activities around them - and being able to share the experiences just makes it that much better for both of them.
I took the roller coaster up that hill so that I coud take it into the following valley...
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Britt's eyes flicked around the gathered group of horny men, coming to rest when they met my own. Apparently I had been the only one actually looking at her face. I saw something in her eyes then; excitement certainly, and arousal, but also a flicker of something else. To me it looked like fear, or maybe trepidation or apprehension would be a better word, but whatever it was I didn't like seeing it and I suddenly felt guilty, a little ashamed of all five of us. It began to feel wrong, and I had to step away, but how could I do so gracefully?

A smile seemed like a good place to start, so I smiled at her. "I hope you weren't dreaming of getting gang-banged by five guys there, pretty lady, because despite the visible evidence to the contrary I'm actually kind of pooped out. I should probably take a raincheck."

She looked at me for a second or two before returning my smile, and I thought I could see the understanding and maybe even relief on her face. Ronnie caught it too, and quickly realized what I was doing. He's good that way, very intuitive. He ran with it. "And much as I hate to pass up a chance to while away a wonderful hour or so with those gorgeous boobs of yours, I should probably play the loving husband for awhile and check on my slutty wife." He laughed as he said it, to ease the sting, but even if Kori had heard him I don't think she would have taken offense. She's been known to use the same adjective to describe herself at times.

To my surprise, Ty also begged off, giving Britt a valid excuse for his doing so. "I'd have never made it anyhow, I think I've used up my quota of fucking for this morning - at least - maybe for the next week! I'm already losing it - sorry!"

He was, too, his usual upward curving erection being drawn slowly back to earth by the inexorable force of gravity. Couldn't blame gravity for the accompanying reduction in length and girth, that's just part of the equation - you know, E=mc2, or Erection=meat x circulation, squared. Pretty sure that's right, if I remember my high school physics.

Anyhow, now I began to worry that Britt might be insulted that so many of us had declined the unstated offer, afraid she might feel like we didn't find her attractive, which was most definitely not the case! I needn't have been concerned. She looked at Juan and Miguel, the only two that were still waiting. "Well, so now I'm stuck with just a couple of horny Mexicans!" They all three laughed, apparently this was a running joke of some kind in their little group. She continued. "I guess it's true what they say, Mexicans will take the jobs that Americans aren't willing to do. Fortunately for me, these Mexicans come equipped with the tools for the job!"

I started to object about the 'jobs Americans won't do' comment, but Miguel beat me to it, professing his citizenship standing. "Hey, I'm an American now, have been for years! And Juan will be legal too, one of these days, so watch what you say or I'll put you over my knee!"

Britt giggled. "Oooh, that could be fun! Well come on, I need a little of your south of the border attention." She turned to me momentarily. "Adam, before we part ways today, let's be sure to exchange phone numbers. Just so you know, that raincheck you took has no expiration date - and I'll be expecting you to cash it in."

I laughed. "Good to know - I'll keep it in a safe place!"

I watched as she took each of them by the hand and led them away, down the stairs and into the forward lounge area of our boat, both of them with their nearly identical erections wagging impressively in front of them. If Juan had been in any danger of going limp - which seemed unlikely - clearly the brief plunge into Kristi's tight heat had rejuvenated him, and Miguel had been left out of the fun for awhile, and had certainly enjoyed seeing his wife get pounded by myself and Ty. The evidence of that was considerably more plain than the nose on his face!

Britt had been a lot of fun, quick-witted and playful, and her hot body, cute face, unusual near-white hair and, of course, her big milk-filled breasts all added up to a very desirable package. A desirable package with a considerable appetite for sex, as it had turned out!

As I watched them disappear a very familiar voice spoke my name. "Adam?"

I turned to find Kristi looking at me, sprawled, legs akimbo, alongside the lounge where Sandra, the object of Kristi's most recent desires, had fallen back into a deep sleep. Cody and Kori were snuggling and kissing, kind of over her shoulder as he was behind and on top of her, his quickly softening penis still inside of her. I saw Ron absorbing the fact that they were still coupled, Cody's long cock still well inside of Ron's wife.

I knew by the way Kristi had spoken my name that she wanted me to come to her, that she wanted to speak to me, so I crossed the few feet between us. She held her hands up to me. "Help me up?"

So I held out my hands and she took them, rising to her feet in one smooth, effortless feline motion and flowing into my arms, her body melting into mine like a warm liquid. She raised her mouth to mine and kissed me, her lips hot and puffy, her face wet from nose to chin and nearly cheekbone to cheekbone with the sweet residue of her Sapphic lovemaking. She tasted of Kristi's lips, and of Sandra's pussy, and of my own cum, and a little bit of suntan lotion, the only disagreeable and jarring note in her flavor, and the scent of sex filled my nostrils. Her tongue, which had so completely satisfied the dark, exotic woman, found it's way into my mouth, and I sucked at it, knowing she had been thrusting it into Sandra's wet vagina just shortly before.

We held each other that way for what seemed like a long time and I could feel the tension of extreme arousal thrumming through her body. By giving me her mouth she was sharing the flavor of her experience with me, and I was quickly becoming as excited by it as she clearly was. I felt her begin to grind her pubic mound against my erection.

A soft, disappointed "Ohhh!" from Kori made us break and look at her, just in time to see Cody's limp snake slip from her, followed by a gush of thin, whitish-clear fluid, the considerable load he had pumped into her now running out almost like water. His semen had already begun to leak from her, around his shaft even while he had still been in place, and had been dripping slowly from the V at the front of her labia and from the hood of her clit, forming several wet spots on the deck below her stomach. Now the new flood joined the flow, and we could hear it hit the deck in a series of wet splats.

Ronnie frowned. "Wow, that's quite a load there, my young friend!"

Cody was rising to his feet, and he glanced at Ronnie, then back at the fluid gushing from Kori, his semen. "Sorry. Guess I was pretty turned on, but that's because your wife is so damn sexy!"

Ron laughed. "Don't apologize - she enjoyed it, that's all that matters." He looked down at her. "You did enjoy that, didn't you dear?"

Kori groaned. "Mmm-hmmm! Oh my god!"

Ronnie thrust his Bloody Mary, half full, into Cody's hand. "Thanks son, you were great. Now relax and have a drink, on me. Meanwhile, I need to see to my wife!" So saying, he went to his knees behind Kori and thrust his face between her wet cheeks, lapping at her pussy. She cried out and dropped her shoulders and chest to the deck, thrusting her ass higher to give him better access. Ronnie groaned as he took advantage, lapping and sucking at her creamy pussy until the juices dripped from his chin as well.

Cody grimaced slightly and shook his head, sipping at Ron's drink before considerately bending and retrieving the thick towel and covering up the sleeping Sandra. He returned to watching Ron devour his creampie.

I felt Kristi shiver with arousal. "God, that's so hot! I need you Adam, will you make love to me?"

I laughed and squeezed her to me. "I thought you'd never ask!"

Then she surprised me. "Not here though. Let's go down to our room, OK? I want it to be just you and me. I need you to love me Adam, really love me and make love to me, not just fuck me. Will you do that?"

I looked at her. There was arousal in her smoky eyes, and need, and love. That she loved me I had no doubt, and she needed to know how much I loved her back. And I did, so much, and I do, so I took her down to our room and showed her just how much, just her and me, alone together. And I'm not going to tell you any more about it than that. This one was private, just for Kristi and me.

Storm

Then she surprised me. "Not here though. Let's go down to our room, OK? I want it to be just you and me. I need you to love me Adam, really love me and make love to me, not just fuck me. Will you do that?"

I looked at her. There was arousal in her smoky eyes, and need, and love. That she loved me I had no doubt, and she needed to know how much I loved her back. And I did, so much, and I do, so I took her down to our room and showed her just how much, just her and me, alone together. And I'm not going to tell you any more about it than that. This one was private, just for Kristi and me.

That's a really nice passage. So many of the stories here get confused about the fact that for cuckolding to be truly meaningful, there has to be love between the hot wife and her husband otherwise it's just a wife leaving her husband for another guy.

E=mc2, or Erection=meat x circulation, squared - Eunice Green was my high school physics teacher, she also taught women's phy ed. I am quite certain that was not part of either her physics or phy ed curriculum.

Very nicely done.

GH

I just can't add to GH's comments. Spot on and what I was thinking too. So I'll just say that ..

What Peak and GH said..............

"Bump up" time.

It's been four days. We're dying here. Gasp.

I'm torn between savoring this delicious story and tearing through it. Only good writing can do that to a reader.

Stormy

This is real dope. Once you get addicted, you really can't leave it alone. The browser refreshes worldwide since your last update count by the hundreds, for sure. No, I'm not pressing...
Cliffa

Thanks GH (and peak and TrF2, by association). Yeah, Kristi is unquestionably a horny and nearly insatiable lady, it seems, and I know she can be a little selfish at times, but the bottom line is that she loves Adam. None of the other things that she enjoys in her life would be quite as meaningful or as much fun without him to go back to, and through it all she is always cognizant of that fact, and of his love for her. But a girl needs a little reinforcement from time to time...

As far as the physics equation, I may be mis-remembering it slightly, although in high school it was certainly true!

Thanks dr, I do plan to get the next segment posted later today. I've been a little busy, plus a little bit stuck. Writer's block. I think I'm ready though. You know, you can always go back and re-read parts if you like - I won't even charge you any extra for that!

Subtle, Cliffa! But seriously, being asked for more is a very sincere form of flattery so I don't mind at all. You might be causing me to get a litle bit of a swelled head though. Pretty sure my lovely bride will be happy to bring me back to earth. Look for more later! Thanks.

Speaking of physics, there has been a whole lot of reciprocal forcing motions that lead to even more resulting coupled nonlinear harmonic motions of various pairs of topological projections on the participating torsos of both genders in this story. And that's only the physical motions.

Then there's the action-at-a-distance penumbra of responses that induce even more reciprocal motions. It's an orgy of positive feedback whose ultimate crescendo has not yet peaked, although there has been a continuing parade of increasingly larger amplitudes of preliminary singularities so far.

I just hope the fabric of space-time does not breakdown from all this activity before the story ends.

I was having some trouble really grasping this thread. Thanks for filling in the blanks because now it finally makes sense.

Just don't forget the Butterfly Effect. Always a killer those butterflies.

dr - Precisely! Now I know what that Dr. before your name is all about. (Also, I thought 'Precisely' was a better answer than 'Huh?')
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We had both drifted into an exhausted but fully satisfied slumber when we had finished, and I awoke first. Kisti still lay in the exact position she'd been in when we had both found nirvana; flat on her stomach, arms stretched above her head, bottom still slightly raised as it had been to meet my thrusts. I had toppled off to our right when finished and lay facing her, looking at her beautiful face, so peaceful in sleep.

Her long blond mass of curls and waves lay in a jumble around her head, partly obscuring her face, and she looked so incredibly gorgeous and vulnerable - stunningly sexy, yet defenseless and virginal, a study in contradiction. I was especially curious about how she could look so virginal, considering all that had transpired. I softly and lightly kissed the smooth skin of her shoulder, careful not to wake her but wanting to feel the warmth of her body, then just watched her for a few minutes, listening to her breathing, admiring her, knowing just how lucky I was to have her.

I gently brushed back one long strand of hair from her face and she slowly opened her eyes, meeting my gaze, holding me transfixed with the tenderness I could see there. We just looked at each other for several seconds, and I watched a small, sexy smile appear in her eyes and then spread across her lips.
"Thank you Adam, I needed that."

I returned the smile. "I should be the one thanking you. I'm pretty sure I needed that even more than you did."

She stretched, long and cat-like. "Mmmmm, I don't know about that. You only came once. I, on the other hand..."

I laughed. "That's just physiology. Trust me, the earth moved, fireworks exploded, waves crashed on the beach - all that stuff."

Now it was her turn to laugh. "I should hope so! I was giving you all I had to offer." I knew that was true. She looked at me for a moment before continuing. "You know, even with all the guys on this boat, and all the men in my past, they all pale by comparison. You're the best, ever."

That was incredibly sweet to hear, and my heart swelled for a moment. I kind of figured maybe she was just trying to repair any damage her activities may have done to my ego, or to my "fragile male psyche", as she sometimes called it, but I decided to bury that thought and accept the compliment at face value. It was much easier on my vanity that way.

"Thanks. You bring out the best in me. When I'm with you I always seem to be especially inspired. I'm not this way with anyone else, honest!"

She laughed again, rolling to her side to better see me, reaching out and touching my chest. "I didn't hear any complaints from the peanut gallery. I'm pretty sure either Britt or Sandra would be happy to take you home, they seemed quite pleased."

I objected. "Me? What about you? I think pretty much every guy on this boat - well, maybe except for Ronnie - would be happy to hit me over the head and pitch my body in the lake if it meant they could keep you. Now that I think about it, I could probably add at least Sandra to the list. She seemed to find your attentions quite satisfactory!"

Kristi rolled on over onto her back, laughing. "God, that was fun! I know I always enjoy having you - or anyone - go down on me, but I never knew what you got out of it. Now I do!"

I looked at her. I had a pretty good idea what she was talking about, because I knew exactly what I got out of it, but I asked. I wanted to hear her explain it. "What do you mean?"

"When she came Adam, oh my god! I mean, when you cum in my mouth I love it, I love the feel of a guy's cock as he cums, but with her it was her whole body! You must know what I mean - for that moment in time I was her whole world, the center of her universe, and she needed me. Her whole body orgasmed, and I could feel every little bit of it! I could even taste it!" She paused. "When she came it made me cum. Did you know that?"

I smiled at her, amazed by her enthusiasm for performing cunnilingus, a bit afraid that maybe we'd awakened a sleeping giant. "Yeah, I was pretty sure you had. I kind of know the signs."

She smiled slowly. "Yes, I suppose you would. Anyhow, it was really fun."

We both paused, remembering, considering. She spoke first. "Adam, are we OK with this?"

"What, with you going down on a woman? Yeah, I was pretty OK with it - I was rock hard! I wouldn't even mind seeing her return the favor, that would be fun."

She shook her head. "No, I mean with all of it. Were you all right with seeing me with the other guys? Was that terribly difficult for you?"

I wasn't sure how to answer, for the simple reason that I still wasn't entirely sure how I felt about it. I stalled for time. "I don't know. Kind of, I guess. Hey, why did you push Juan away when he tried to do you while you were doing Sandra?"

She looked at me. "Is that who that was?"

I was amazed! Someone had had his cock inside of her, and she didn't even know who it had been! "You didn't know that?"

She giggled. "Well, I knew it wasn't Ronnie - way too thick - and it wasn't a bendy like Ty, and I knew it wasn't you."

"How did you know it wasn't me?"

"Adam, you've had your cock inside of me so much I know exactly what you feel like. I think I could always tell if it was you, even if I was blindfolded. Plus, I was tasting what you had left in Sandra just a little while before and I was pretty sure you wouldn't have been that hard again so soon."

"I was, watching you. So why didn't you let him fuck you?"

"Adam, first off, I didn't know who it was! I'm not really into anonymous fucking, I'd like to at least know who it is, or be asked if I want to, or if it's OK. He was being rude. Plus, I wanted to focus on what I was doing, and a cock in me would have only been a distraction. I didn't need it to enjoy myself."

"Oh. Well, that makes sense, I guess." I had actually been surprised when she passed up the chance for a thick cock inside of her. "Anyhow, I can't really answer your question. Kristi, I'm just not sure what I feel, it's all kind of jumbled. I mean it excites me - you know that, the evidence would be pretty tough to hide - but it still makes me ache, right here." I touched my chest. "And it makes my palms sweat."

She smiled and rolled over partly onto me, her arm across my chest and her face inches from my own. Her breasts were soft and warm where they touched me, and I could feel her heart beating against my ribs. "I know, Adam. I feel the same. It was never part of our fantasy, of our games, for me to watch you with another woman, but you know what?"

I waited, assuming that was rhetorical.

"I like it. It hurts, it scares me - I'm always afraid you might find out you like them better than me - but it's incredibly exciting. Seeing what you do to them, and how they react, it's almost like I'm watching you doing it all to me. It hurts, but the funny thing is, it hurts so good. You know what I mean?"

I thought about what she was saying. I knew exactly what she meant, but was surprised to hear her state almost exactly what I was feeling. I heard the deep rumble of the big V-8 in Ty's ski boat as it was started up, but was focused on Kristi.

"Kristi, baby - we could stop. We don't have to do this ever again, if it hurts you."

She looked at me. "Is that what you want?"

I wasn't sure of the answer to that question either. I felt a little sick, not knowing why I couldn't just scream at her "YES! That's what I want! I never want you to be with another man again! Please baby me, only me!", but I sat silently looking at her. That's what I thought I wanted, what I should want. But still, it had been like a drug in my system, the excitement and arousal of seeing her, of watching her, and I craved more.

I opened my mouth to answer just as someone banged on our door. "Hey, lovebirds!" It was Ronnie. "Hey, give it a rest and come join us for awhile, Ty and Cody are going to get the boat out so we can do a little skiing. Y'all can do this anytime!"

Kristi and I looked at each other for a moment, a little lost. There was more here to be said, more emotions to explore, more to learn about each other even now, after two years together. She smiled at me, a wistful smile full of love, and understanding, and the need for the same from me. I shook my head ruefully and smiled back at her.

"Come on in Ronnie, it's OK."

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

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

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!
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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.

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.

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