Adam's Journey

Thanks GH. I know it's not a pure cuckold story, and that I tend to explore some other areas, but I do love the cuckold aspect of it. I can't do the dom/submissive theme as well as some others here, (notably you) so I tend to avoid it, but I think any guy that enjoys his partner with other men must be at least a little submissive! I just don't want to muck it up, so I stick to what I can do. I appreciate your notes, and especially your support.
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Ranger Petty completed writing up the citations and turned to us. I thought she was going to pass the tickets and the I.D.'s back to Alcott, but she walked directly to Kristi instead and held out hers. "Here you go sweety, you've got thirty days to get this paid. Don't let it slip your pretty little mind."

The other she handed to Alcott, who passed it to Ronnie without comment and then turned back to Kristi. "Yeah, if you fail to pay on a timely basis they might send me to hunt you down."

This guy was unbelievable, the way he was hitting on her so openly! She, of course, was eating it up. She smiled coyly at him. "That doesn't sound so bad. I hope I don't accidently lose it or something. What if my dog eats it?"

He laughed as he stepped away from her and headed toward their boat. "See that he doesn't." He glanced at Petty. "I have a hunch it may be written in poison ink."

The other Ranger just shook her head in disgust and followed him. The four of us trailed along, walking them across the deck and over to their boat like we were saying goodbye to friends or something. She jumped down into the boat and stood at the controls, waiting.

He stopped at the rail and turned to Kristi, reaching out and laying one massive hand on her bare shoulder in what looked like a very possessive gesture to me, and then he spoke. "Remember, wear your vest when you ski. I don't want to be out here searching for your body."

Kristi looked a little exasperated. "You know Lee, I'm really a very good swimmer. I can look out for myself."

He shook her slightly, gripping her shoulder and rocking her back and forth like you would a child, to get her attention. "That's not the point. First, it's the law. Second, if you go down on skis or off a Waverunner you could easily get knocked out, hit your head or something." Here he paused and let his eyes run over every inch of her body, drinking her in and missing absolutely nothing, his eyes pausing momentarily at her prominent nipples. Then he looked back at her face. "You don't look like you've got an ounce of body fat on you. If you were unconscious you'd sink like a damn stone - let's not take a chance on sinking something so beautiful to the bottom of the lake."

Even in issuing his warning he found a way to hit on her, so much so that even Kristi blushed, which takes some doing! And he seemed to have no qualms about doing it right in front of me! I glanced down at my chest and feet, just to make sure I wasn't completely invisible. I didn't seem to be, which mildly surprised me.

He released her shoulder then, patting her on the arm a couple of times before untying the line and jumping down into their boat. He pushed them away from us as Ranger Petty fired up the motor and immediately hit the throttle, turning them toward the open lake. He held up one hand, waving over his shoulder without looking back as we watched them shrink into the distance.

Kristi watched them go - longer than the rest of us - then turned and caught Kori's eye, pretending to fan herself with one hand. "Whew! That was very hot! I may need to start breaking the law more often."

Kori snickered. "I could tell you enjoyed that. I half expected you to push him down and mount him right here in the middle of the deck!"

Kristi smiled. "Mmmm. He strikes me as the type that prefers to do the mounting himself. But either way..."

I cut her off, muttering "As far as I'm concerned he can go mount himself!"

Kori giggled as Ronnie cut in, laughing. "Man, just because a guy's got a few muscles and comes on strong you two start wetting your panties and displaying your swollen sexual organs to him like monkeys! You should be ashamed!"

That made me laugh, easing the sting a little, but I had to get my digs in too. "Yeah, and isn't he a little old for you? What was he, like seventy five or so?"

Kristi slapped my arm playfully. "Is that a green-eyed monster I see? He couldn't have been much over fifty - if that. And he's a very well-maintained fifty, I must say. I think you're a little jealous!"

I glanced over to where Cody and Ty continued to organize their boat. They appeared to be wrapping things up. "I'm not jealous. It's just the way he came on so strong, and you seemed to be just eating it up, which only encouraged him. It just pissed me off a little is all."

Kristi nodded. "I understand. But that's not jealousy, right?"

Ron and Kori laughed, and I realized she was teasing me. "OK, so maybe I am a little jealous. I just couldn't believe how blatant he was, with me standing right there! It's like K said, if you'd have bent over, he'd have been humping you in a heartbeat!"

Kristi nodded thoughtfully. "Uh-huh. I see. And would that have been a bad thing, in your mind?"

I goggled at her for a second, then saw the corners of her mouth tic up. She got me! I laughed. "OK, OK I get the point. Still, what kind of a guy goes all pussy hound right in front of a girl's significant other? That's pretty cheesy, isn't it?"

She laughed, as Kori answered. "Oh Adam, honey, just because you and Ron are classy and have at least rudimentary manners doesn't mean all men are that way! There's a whole class of men out there that are just like our Ranger Lee. If they see something they want, they just walk up and take it. They don't give a damn who they offend, who they step on. They're very used to having things their own way - and taking it, if necessary."

I knew that of course, I'd seen it often enough in the academic and business worlds - and in the sexual realm too, as far as that goes. Just not when the possession that one of these guys wanted was mine. That made all the difference in the world. "Yeah, but still. I just thought he was kind of an asshole."

Kristi said "Yeah, maybe - but a very sexy one. I thought he was very hot." She paused. "You know, you calling him an asshole makes it a little difficult to say what I was about to say."

I looked at her. "Which was?"

She smiled. "I was going to say that he reminded me of you in a lot of ways. Like an older version of you. That's one of the things I found most attractive about him."

I frowned at her. "Oh. Well. OK, so maybe he's not a total asshole."

Ron and Kori both cracked up, and Kristi chuckled. I looked at them. "Hey, quiet down over there! Let's hear the woman out!"

Before she could expand on her point, Cody interrupted us. "Hey y'all, I guess that about wraps it up. We should probably be pushing off."

Kori turned to him. "Oh, if you must! We're sure going to miss you guys, it's been a lot of fun."

Ty joined us, wiping his hands on a paper towel. "For us too! Who ever thought that when we first hit on this poor little lonely, gorgeous, blonde babe on the dock that it would turn into this? I feel like I've found a whole new group of friends."

Kristi smiled and gave him a hug, and Ron spoke up. "Yeah, you guys turned out to be all right! And I think the ladies will be happy to second that. Plus, I did enjoy operating your boat, that's one fast SOB - even if it did cost me a hundred and fifty bucks."

Kristi looked at him. "Oh quit whining Ronnie, you can afford it."

He looked at her. "Yeah, and if you'd just learn to keep your damn clothes on we wouldn't get in so much touble!"

"That's not what you said when I took my top off!"

Ty and Cody both laughed, as did Kori and I. This was a typical discussion between Ron and Kristi, they loved pushing each other's buttons, and were quite good at it.

Cody smiled. "I can tell you guys are really good friends. We sure appreciate you letting us join in and feel like part of the family. It was very, uh, memorable." He looked at me. "Sorry you didn't ever get to ski. I kind of feel like it's the least we could have done, you know?"

I nodded. "Yeah me too, it would have been fun, but maybe some other time, OK?"

Ty agreed. "You bet - anytime! Hey, you know, we'll be around here for several more days. We'll keep an eye out for you, maybe we can hook up again later in the week. Getting you on skis will be our top priority when we meet again."

Kori sidled up to Cody and took his hand. "Well, maybe not our top priority. Ronnie and I were talking, and we'd kind of like to have your buddy all to ourselves for an evening. We thought of a few things we'd still like to explore."

Cody blushed, but seemed enthused. He bent to kiss her, then hugged her close. "Sounds good to me! We'll definitely look for you."

With that, and a quick exchange of hugs, kisses, handshakes, plus phone numbers and other contact information, they climbed into their boat and headed out, soon reaching top speed, stern down, bow up, moving quickly away until only the echoes of their big motor remained.

It had been a strange experience, exchanging friendly banter, and then hugs and handshakes with two guys that had each fucked the crap out of my woman in the last twenty four hours, each bringing her to multiple orgasms. It was an odd sensation, treating them as friends, one I didn't think I would ever become accustomed to. I hoped I wouldn't, because for now it still gave me a powerful erotic thrill!

Nicely wrapped up Stormy. Ready for the next chapter.

I'm not sure about the submissive Adam so far. I see him more as a guy that's willing to negotiate, sometimes reluctantly or even with trepidation but one who is now willing to swap one sensation he may not fully like for another he likes more.

His journey so far has been one of trading inhibitions for pleasure, and being uncertain that such a trade is worthwhile before the event. One of the great joys of the story has been to discover that it was worth it in most cases, even if he can't get the genie back in the bottle now with some things.

I'm not sure he would get enough back the other way if he was truly submissive - but then perhaps he needs to learn that for himself.

This is a nice way to end the party.

GH

Well Stormy, I watched your Saints come marching home, didn't look like it at first though. Another great advert for armoured rugby if I may say so. I wonder who Adam and Kristi were rooting for.

Good call peak, because Adam is also not too sure about the submissive Adam. I view him as having mixed emotions about it, willing to experiment a little, but not to change his entire personality. At least, not yet! Pretty sure Adam and Kristi were pulling for the Saints, 'cause Kristi thinks Brees is "really cute", but Adam is usually a Denver Broncos fan

Speaking of mixed emotions, I saw a great joke in a recent email:
A husband and wife were watching a special on TV in which a psychologist was explaining the phenomenon of mixed emotions and its effects on one's psyche, and the husband objected. "That's a bunch of bull! There's nothing you could say that would make me feel happy and sad, or excited and depressed at the same time. Go ahead, try it!"
She thought for a moment. "OK. Honey, out of all your friends, you have the biggest cock."

Oh well, I liked it!

Back to your note, yes! Geaux Saints! Two great teams with classy players and coaches, but a badly needed and very emotional win for NOLA. But now I'm further confused. We have our American football. Soccer is called football in most of the world, I understand. I've been told that rugby is also sometimes called football, and on TV we have Australian rules football, and something called futbol.
Jeez! At least I know what baseball is!

Thanks GH, it may have been past due, but I had to tie up some loose ends!

We were left with just the four of us, me, Kristi, Kori, and Ron, and almost at once I felt myself begin to relax and allow the tension to slip away. The thing is, I hadn't even realized that I was tense until right then, but apparently I had been, keeping my guard up or my game face on, however you want to refer to it. Now, among friends, it fell away. And I began to realize how exhausted I was!

Ron was looking down at his citation. "A hundred fifty bucks! Damn!"

Kori laughed and stretched up to kiss him on his jaw. "Oh honey, relax, would you? You know you enjoyed it, you're just pissed because you got caught."

He looked at her. "Well duh! Breaking the law is only bad if you get caught!" He looked at Kristi. "I suppose you're going to want me to pay yours too."

Kristi laughed and leaned across to give him a quick kiss. "Well, that depends. What am I going to owe you in return?"

"Nothing, that's what friends are for."

She pretended to pout. "Nothing? I might as well pay it myself if you can't be any more creative that that!"

He snatched her ticket from her hands. "Got it covered! I'll have to get back to you on how you'll pay me back, I can't seem to think clearly right now!"

We all laughed at him, and at how easily she had manipulated him. He joined in good-naturedly, his laugh soon turning into a yawn. "Ohhh man, I'm whipped! Nothing like a good night - and morning - of fuckin' and suckin', and pussy eatin' and getting my balls licked and all to wear a person out! This little boy needs a nap!"

Though expressed as only Ronnie can, that seemed to be the general consensus, all of us worn out from sleep deprivation, vigorous sexual activity, too much alcohol, and, for some, the physical exercise and fresh air of water skiing activities. Plus, we had all lost significant amounts of bodily fluids in the last sixteen hours or so and Ron and Kristi were coming down off the adrenaline rush of getting busted by the Feds.

We discussed it briefly and it was decided that while the others rested I would take the boat out and head back up-lake, northeast toward Bullfrog Marina and the narrow canyon that the obnoxious Ranger Lee Alcott had told us about. We figured that if we could cover a chunk of the distance today, then find a place to anchor for the night, that we could find the trailhead to the hanging lake fairly early the next day, Tuesday, and take the hike that afternoon or possibly early Wednesday morning so that we could be at Bullfrog in time to pick up Tiffany on Wednesday evening. While I played skipper the others would catch a little shut-eye, then Ron would spell me in an hour or two.

Everyone pitched in to do a quick clean-up first, the detritus of the party still turning the boat into a health hazard despite the quick once-over some of the others had given it earlier. Kori found a pair of my shorts in the front lounge, missing since early the previous day, and Ron found a still damp, red, cum-stained women's thong that didn't belong to either of our ladies under a sofa cushion. I thought he'd toss it in the trash, but saw him slip it surreptitiously into his pocket - make that my pocket, since he was still wearing my pants!

I found another pair of men's pants, not mine or Ronnie's, with sixty eight cents and a beer bottle cap in one pocket and an unused "pleasure ribbed" condom in the other. Fortunately, other than the pants and probably a big splash or two of DNA they had not forgotten anything of value. I wasn't quite sure how anyone could have left without their pants.

Kristi won the hazmat clean-up award, however, when she discovered a very large, very well-used condom in a cereal bowl on the shelf near the TV. She carried the bowl over to us before taking the rubber with her fingertips, by the open end, and holding it aloft. "Who do you suppose is the owner of this?" It was a Magnum, or some other type of extra large condom, fully unrolled and stretched, with what appeared to be nearly a quarter cup of cloudy jizz in the reservoir end.

Ronnie laughed. "You are now babe, finders-keepers! I think I can safely make the irrefutable claim that it's not mine."

Kori chuckled as she walked over and looked at it. "That's huge - and loaded!" She glanced at me, then reached out and squeezed the full end, rubbing it between her fingers to feel the slippery load within.

I shook my head. "Nope, not mine! I got a little drunk at one point, but I would have remembered someone putting galoshes on me."

Kristi laughed as she carefully lowered the nasty thing back into the bowl. "Yeah, and I saw him, he thoroughly baptized several willing ladies, inside and out. No evidence of one of these on my Adam!"

I objected. "It was not several! It was only two. Or three. Or was it four? Fuck it, go with several! Why the hell would someone put a loaded condom in a bowl?"

Ron shrugged. "Who knows! Snacks for later, maybe?"

Kori shuddered. "Gross, dear! Cum is a dish best served warm - and fresh. Don't you agree?" She looked at Kristi.

"Oh, absolutely! Straight from the source, or wherever the source has just recently deposited it, is the only way to go!"

I shook my head at them as I took the bowl from Kristi and crossed to the kitchen, dumping the scumbag into the trash and putting the bowl in the sink. "You two are like a couple of connoiseurs of cum - or cummoiseurs, if you will. Let's be real sure we wash that bowl twice - or pitch it in the lake." They were all laughing. "C'mon Ronnie, you can help me pull up the anchor and get going, then you can go take that nap you've been wanting."

We did all that, and ten or fifteen minutes later I was out on the open lake, chugging north, alone on deck and beginning to let my thoughts wander as they do when I'm alone. The whole Ranger Lee thing was still bugging me and I kept turning that over in my mind, trying to figure out what Kristi saw in him. His physical presence of course, and his physique, that was obvious, but usually pushy, demanding types like him, guys that come on too strong, are an instant turn-off for her.

Of course, there was also the uniform, and the gun. She had kidded me before, only half-jokingly, about having a thing for guys in uniform. I gave her a firemen calendar for her birthday last year, as a joke, but she had thoroughly enjoyed it. There was one particular fireman, July, posed holding a Dalmatian on a leash and wearing only boots and a helmet, whose thick fire hose and the rack it hung on she had particularly admired. The fact that she had found him sexually arousing had turned me on too, of course, but he was only a picture on our kitchen wall and that only for thirty one days - although he and his eleven partners had deeply embarrassed poor Scotty every time he had walked into our house. Lee Alcott was a flesh and blood problem - too much flesh, too hot blooded, and now likely unavoidable

As these thoughts tumbled through my head and the spectacular scenery of southern Utah moved slowly past, a pair of soft, cool hands settling on my shoulders startled me from my reverie. Kristi softly said "Hi baby." before nuzzling my ear and neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

I shuddered. "Oooh! Hi sweet thing, I thought you were taking a nap."

"Nah. Ronnie and Kori curled up together on the sofa and zonked out in seconds, but I didn't have anyone to curl up with. I was lonely. Kind of hoped you were too."

"I was. Not anymore. Pull up a seat."

"I will in a minute. Right now this feels really nice." She draped herself over me, her arms around my shoulders and her upper chest against my back, her face next to my own, our cheeks touching. She felt good, and I could feel her soft breath lightly tickle my neck every time she exhaled. We watched the brilliantly colored sandstone cliffs and beautiful blue-green water slip past, where they met intimately touching and forming to the other's shape as Kristi and I were, and as far as I was concerned if I was frozen forever in this particular moment in time I would not have objected in the least.

We rode in silence for several minutes, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Finally, she spoke. "God, it's so beautiful here! I almost can't believe I'm here, with you. I was so afraid this might never happen again, that I might never get a chance to feel like this again."

I moved enough to glance over at her, at her face. Her blue-green eyes were deep liquid pools, and there were tears running down her cheeks. I raised my hand to the other side of her face, cupping her cheek and jaw and pressing her face to mine, feeling the wetness of her tears. "Sshhh, I know. It's all right."

She smiled through her tears. "Happy tears Adam, don't worry."

"I know. Funny thing is, I was just thinking the same thing. If I could freeze this moment in time and put it and us in one of those whatchacallits, those jar things, with the water in 'em - what do you call those?"

"Snow globes?"

"Yeah, that, except I could do without the snow - if I could do that, I would."

She giggled softly. "You're such a romantic!"

I pulled her around and onto my lap, surprised (but not shocked) to discover that she was stark naked. "I am a romantic, and a damn articulate one I might add! Where's your suit?"

"It was still wet. I didn't think you'd mind."

"No. No, I don't mind at all. I might even be willing to pay the ticket we're probably going to get - or the lawyer's fees. But that's OK, I don't mind."

You little devil you. Is that red thong going to come back and haunt poor Adam sometime in the future then ?

Very nice passage Stormy, its always good to strip it back for a while to these 4. Now its off to find out who is going to put the Bull into Bullfrog ! I just love these names.

Fantastic! I'm still with you Stormy, waiting for the next chapter and to see where this is all going. Please continue.....
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I'm baaaack................just got home from Miami. All caught up on the story, nice few chapters since I've been gone. Well done Stormy.

Super Bowl XLIV was awesome. I spent the first two quarters down on the field, standing ten feet from the Saints endzone, right up against the wall. That old saying about having friends in high places is certainly true. I had an unobstructed view of the entire field, it was incredible. Got to stay there through the half time show.

Thrilled about the Saints winning. They deserved it and I don't think anyone can deny it. It was a good game, one of the best that I can remember in recent times.

Anyway, nice wrap up of the activities on the lake. After reading Peak's comments, I kind of agree. I don't picture Adam as being very comfortable in a submissive role, but who knows. Maybe he could teach Ranger Petty about the joys of the man sausage while Kristi is getting plowed by her companion, Ranger Hardcock or whatever his name is.

Oh, by the way, there were a lot of Jeeps in Miami......................

Storm

What a very nice episode. This story often makes me smile. I think that's a result of both your character and your skill as a writer.

Thank you

GH

Thanks peak. Gotta love the idea of saving the cummed-up panties! The funny thing about the names is that many of them are real, including Bullfrog and Wahweap Marinas at Lake Powell. Pretty much all of the geographic locations and major public events (Cheyenne Frontier Days, National Western Stock Show and Rodeo, etc.) are true, actual places or things.
The character names are entirely fictional, as are most of their personalities and back stories, and the business establishments (Pops' Cafe, etc.).
Page, AZ, Ticaboo UT, and Hanksville UT, the site of the cafe, are real; the cafe itself and the townspeople are not, to the best of my knowledge. I probably should have started this whole thing with a disclaimer to that effect!
As far as the 'bull' in Bullfrog is concerned, we'll see!


Thanks ncalcuck, glad you're still along for the ride. Guess I'll keep on for awhile yet, since it still seems to be well-received - and I'm enjoying it!

TrF2 - Jeeps, huh? Cheap ones? (Apologies to peak, couldn't resist!).
Glad you had a good time, but find I'm suffering a serious case of penis envy; I envy yours because it got to go to the damn Super Bowl! It was great on TV (the game, not your dick), but sounds like it was incredible to be there, and the Saints won! Cross it off your list now.
And you and peak are right, I think Adam has a little more inner turmoil still ahead.

Thanks GH, that's a very kind thing for you to say, and I appreciate it. As I've said before, I wouldn't be doing this today without the inspiration provided by you and a couple of others that I've read and enjoyed. It's a small way to pay it back.

She wriggled around, settling herself into my lap and getting the maximum amount of contact between our bodies. It felt good. I kept one arm around her, the other hand on the wheel. It didn't take a lot of my attention to drive the boat; there was one other houseboat in sight at the moment, well off our right - sorry, starboard - side near the shoreline, and two jet-skis kicking up rooster tails well ahead and moving away, their sound small like the whine of mosquitoes, and fading.

You always had to be a little alert for debris in your path to avoid damage to the hull or motor, but it was August and the spring floods were well past. Very little junk washed down Cataract Canyon and into the lake this time of year, and the lake level was dropping, so old, stranded logs and things were not being re-floated from the shoreline. As a result, I was able to keep most of my attention on Kristi. Which was perfect.

We kissed, long and sweet, and I was extremely aware of her taste and the warm, soft wetness of her mouth, and of the heat of her body in my lap, and of her soft, smooth skin. When we parted she looked into my eyes. "So you're happy?"

I nodded. "Extremely. Content, too. You know me, just being here with you is enough, and Ronnie and Kori are icing on the cake. I don't need all those other people." She was still wriggling slightly, very subtle movements of her ass against my groin. I'm not sure she was even aware of it, but I certainly was!

She kissed my neck, nuzzling me. "But you sure seemed to enjoy those other people! Admit it, you loved getting to fuck those beautiful women. I think you really have a thing for pretty blonde Britt and her big milk jugs. Be honest now!"

I smiled. "Yeah, it was fun. Strange, exciting, whatever you want to call it. And Britt's one hot lady, I can't deny that, and she's really very nice too, but I'd have been just as happy with only you. You're all the woman I ever need."

She laid her head against my shoulder. "You're sweet. You're a terrible liar, but a sweet terrible liar. Every time I looked at you your cock was hard and a different woman was attached to it in one way or another. You were having the time of your life!"

I shrugged. "I said I had fun, so I'm not trying to deny it, but you really are the one woman I want." I hesitated. "What about you? You seemed to find a number of those guys to be more than satisfactory. What did you cum, like ninety times?"

She wriggled again, shivering with pleasure at the memory. "Mmmm! Seems like it. I lost track; I should probably get one of those little clicker things to use as an orgasm counter. I had a great time!" She raised her head and looked at me. "Does that bother you?"

I nodded. "Well, we know from my temper tantrum and my unscheduled swim that parts of it did, yeah. But strangely, mostly not. You just looked so beautiful and happy, like you were in your element, and I loved seeing you that way. Plus, you kept looking at me like you were checking to see that I was all right - that helped me a lot."

She put her head back down on my shoulder again. "Well, it was important that you be happy too. I didn't want to hurt you. I'd have stopped everything immediately if I thought I was hurting you, or if you asked. I always will." She wriggled. "Are you getting hard?"

I smiled. "Of course! Seeing you naked still gets me hard every time - you know that! And with you wiggling around on my lap naked, well, I'd have to be in a coma to not get hard. I'm only human!"

She laughed, pleased with the compliment. "You're so full of crap! And I am not wiggling!"

"Try telling that to your ass, because it's definitely wiggling. Can't you control that thing?"

"Mmm, no, I think we both know I can't. So did the last day or so fulfill all of your sexual fantasies?"

That question took me by surprise! "Um, I don't know. I'm not really sure what all of my sexual fantasies are, but I don't think I could have ever dreamed up a scene like last night."

"Well, you got to have sex with two women at once - isn't that every guy's biggest fantasy?"

I laughed. "I guess it's supposed to be, but that was never a big deal for me. And if it was, it wouldn't have been in front of twenty other people, it would be just the three of us, alone, maybe snowed in in a lonely cabin in the mountains, fire crackling in the fireplace..."

She giggled. "For someone that doesn't have that fantasy, you've sure got it all planned out!"

I laughed. "Just brainstorming. I never spent a lot of time fantasizing about it."

She rubbed her head on my shoulder, her hair soft, slightly damp. "What's wrong, afraid you couldn't satisfy two women?"

I realized at once that she was teasing me. I pinched her butt, gently, and she yelped. "Babe, I think you're confused about how fantasies work. If it's my fantasy, I don't have to worry about satisfying them, now do I? In my fantasy, they have to worry about satisfying me!"

She laughed and slapped me softly on the cheek. "Chauvinist pig! I know you better than that. You'd never be satisfied if they weren't - that's a very big deal to you."

She was right, it is. I honestly think that I derive nearly as much satisfaction from my partner's orgasm as I do from my own. The feel and sound of a woman in orgasm always moves me deeply; I find it intensely exciting and erotic, and deeply satisfying somehow that I'm able to provide that much pleasure to someone. But I wasn't ready to admit that! "Well, sure, but for the purpose of my fantasy we'll put the responsibility on them. I like this fantasy better already!"

She laughed again. "You're silly! But you did have a good time, all in all?"

"I did. I think I'm fresh out of semen though, until a truck can get here and refill my tank. What about you? Did it meet any of your myriad sexual fantasies?" I was very curious about that.

She smiled at me. "You're just jealous of my rich fantasy life. And yeah, it met several of them. You watching me was the best part - I loved that, but Ty's trick cock was amazing, and Cody with his big dick and juicy loads, and Miguel and Juan, oh my god! That's a couple of really nice fat Latin cocks on those guys, and Juan can flat bring it! I had a great time, but mostly because you were here with me."

She paused, but I could tell there was something else she wanted to say. I can read her nearly as well as she can read me. I waited. She snuck her hand down between her legs and found me, wrapping her fingers around my hard cock and gripping me tightly through my shorts. "Mm, you feel nice. So big and hard!" She paused again, and again I waited her out.

She seemed a little hesitant to say anything, but finally went on. "You remember my number one fantasy though, that I told you about? I still want to do that, and soon."

"You've told me so many. Remind me." I was fairly sure I knew which one she meant, but I wanted her to say it.

She seemed embarrassed! "You know, the one with you, tied to a chair, bound hand and foot and helpless, forced to watch some big stud just totally have his way with me right in front of you, making me do anything and everything he wanted, making me cum over and over, you watching us while he fucks me and cums inside of me." My cock gave a powerful and involuntary spasm in her hand, and she laughed. "You remember - and I can tell you still like it just as much as you did the first time I told you."

"You know how to push my buttons! Yeah, that one still works on me, I don't know why. It's weird, but I find it very intense, the idea of watching you. Maybe that's my biggest fantasy too!"

She rubbed her head against me again, snuggling close. "What would you think about doing that with Lee, if he does happen to show up again?"

I was a little stunned. "Lee? The Ranger? No. No way."

Now she seemed shocked. "What? Why not? He was very sexy and studly, I think he'd be perfect!"

"I just don't like him. I think he's a jerk - even if you do think he reminds you of an older me."

"He really does you know, in a lot of ways."

I snorted. "Sure, if I start spending half my life in a gym working out and the other half shooting steriods into my body. I'd probably have to find time to take one of those Rosetta Stone language courses so that I could learn to speak fluent asshole-ese like him too."

She laughed. "You really don't like him, do you?! I mean sure, he's got a great body, with all those muscles, but you're always in great shape too, you just don't bulk up so much. I love your body - and trust me, the ladies found you very hot!"

I'm ashamed to say her transparent flattery actually made me feel a little better. But still... "Humph! Sure - you know all those steroids probably shrunk his genitals down to nothing, don't you?"

She looked thoughtful. "No, no, I was the one rubbing my hip and leg against his crotch, and it felt to me like everything was just fine in the genitalia department. Extremely fine, in fact!" My cock again jumped in her hand, and she laughed. "Gotcha! You don't hate this idea as much as you let on!"

"He's just such a jerk is all! So damn arrogant. Why don't you think about picking someone else, if we're ever going to do this?" Truth is, I wanted desperately to do it, just not with him involved!

She sounded like she was going to get stubborn, which was usually my domain. She's also quite good at it, however. "I just think he'd be perfect. You'd enjoy it, I'm sure. At least promise to think about it. I'll do whatever you decide because we both have to be on board for anything we do from here on out, it's the only way, but just promise me you'll consider it before you say no for sure."

I sighed. "All right, I'll think about it. Don't get your hopes up or your panties damp, OK?"

She squeezed me. "Don't be mean! I sure was wet when he was touching me earlier though, really horny!" My tell-tale cock spasmed once more, and again she laughed. "Gotcha again! You're way too easy."

"I know, can't help it. But the fact that you were creaming yourself is the world's worst kept secret - your nipples were clearly announcing that fact to one and all."

She frowned. "I know! They do make it difficult for me to play hard to get when they pop out like that."

"You could wear a bra."

"Mmm, no thanks. Anyhow, I wouldn't worry too much about ol' Ranger Lee, we'll probably never see him again anyway."

I stared at her. "You're joking, right? He's got the scent of horny female in his nostrils now, he'd track you down in another state if he had to! He'll have no trouble finding you on this lake, and he'll swim to get there, if necessary. I hate to say it, but I'm sure we'll be seeing that putz again."

She shivered with arousal. "I hope so! I mean, you know, as long as it's all right with you!"

Could you possibly be setting us all up here Stormy. I mean, you wouldn't do that would you ? No, thought not.

Great passage again. I do think you are at your most intense when it is just the two of them. Obviously its more intimate but its more than that somehow. Its the right touch too.

I hate fucking snow. Holy shit, it's up to my ass out there. Spent the last two days behind our snow blower, trying to clear out a path for our vehicles so that we could get to work. This really sucks. I was lucky to get home from Miami when I did, all the airports around here have been closed, no flights in or out.

Speaking of sucking (great lead in, huh?) what will Adam do if and when Ranger Rick and Kristi get their private parts together? I totally agree with Peak, you're setting us up for something special, can't wait to see how it plays out. I hope you take it kind of easy on poor Adam, he's new at this stuff.

Every time I watch "How I met your Mother" now, I look at Lilly and think of Kori, can't help it. I wonder if the girl who plays Lilly has ever done any porn, I'd love to watch it.

Stormy, you could take your penis to next year's Super Bowl, you just have to realize that it's probably going to cost you about 2 grand. I sat next to a kid on the plane ride home who went on a site called ticket$ource and bought his ticket, it cost him $1,200. There's also $tubhub. If you're thinking about it, next year is the one you want to attend. The "Palace in Dallas" is supposed to be like the Holy Grail of football stadiums. Looking further out, there will be Indy and New Orleans, don't know beyond that.

Getting back to the carnal activities, the story is so awesome, thank you.

TrF2

Thanks peak, I'll readily admit that I'm more comfortable doing smaller groups - not that orgies can't be fun too!

TrF2, 2 grand? Jeez, how much would it be if I leave the penis home? Seriously, cost has always been the obstacle. It comes down to going to the game, or watching it on TV and taking a nice vacation or something instead. So far the vacations have won out.
Who was it that first compared Kori to Lilly? Was that you? For some reason I was thinking that was either contdoc or Meijer. Pretty good comparison, whoever it was! I think in this next section (or maybe the one after) you'll be able to watch Lilly - oops, I mean Kori - get kinky again. Enjoy!
Sorry about all the snow - pretty glad I live in a milder climate now. I don't much miss the snow, although we've been cold and very rainy. If I want snow I'll go to it, that way I can leave when I'm tired of it!
Thanks again for your comments and support!
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We sat like that for awhile, just idly chatting like couples do, catching up on some of the things we'd missed while we had been apart. She continued to stroke and massage my dangly bits while we talked, eventually slipping her hand up my shorts and getting a little skin-on-skin contact. After all the activity of the last day or so, I was nowhere near being on a hair-trigger, although she was having no problem keeping me fully erect. It felt good, damn good, and I relaxed and enjoyed it.

Between making minor corrections to our course I placed the hand I was using to steer with over her smooth mound, cupping her heat and letting my middle finger gently part her lips so that I could feel her slick pussy. The warm, wet evidence of her arousal and the bud of her hard clit against the underside of my finger contributed greatly to keeping me hard.

Neither of us was working toward getting the other off, or toward reaching a climax ourselves. We were just touching, sharing the closeness and intimacy, enjoying the sounds, scents, and feel of the other being there and the beauty all around us. It was incredibly, intensely satisfying, and somehow soothing. It was just one of those moments that will remain with me forever.

I sensed that Kristi was starting to drift when her exploring hand began to slow and falter in its stroking and touching, sometimes not moving at all, and I could feel her body begin to relax and go limp in my lap. I looked down at her face and could see that her eyes were not focusing, and that she was battling to keep her eyelids open. Even her nipples had relaxed, which just doesn't happen when we're touching like this!

I bent and softly kissed her. "Tired, babe?"

She nestled more tightly against me. "Mmm-hmm, extremely. Aren't you?"

"I'm pretty beat, yeah. Ronnie should be up to take over pretty soon. Go ahead and fall asleep if you want to, I've got you."

As if she'd just been waiting for my approval, her breathing slowed and deepened and within a minute or so she was sound asleep. Her arm went limp, her hand slipping from my cock and dropping from my shorts. It didn't take too long for the blood to drain so that I too was limp, despite the fact that I was still touching her sex - and holding this naked beauty on my lap! Apparently I really was tired!

I held her like that, enjoying the feel of her in my lap and the fact that she trusted me to watch over her and not let her fall. It was probably another eight or ten minutes before Ron showed up, but it passed quickly despite my utter exhaustion.

He spoke from behind me as he approached "Hey dude, you ready for a break?" As he got closer he saw that Kristi was asleep, and his voice quickly dropped to a whisper. "Oops, sorry! I didn't realize...boy, she's really out, isn't she? What did you do to her?"

"Nothing, we were just talking."

"I understand! Listening to you usually has that same effect on me."

I smiled, shaking my head, and flipped him the bird with a middle finger glistening wet with Kristi's arousal. He laughed softly, looking down at her long, lean naked body, totally relaxed in sleep. "Damn she's sexy! I could look at that all day!"

I nodded gently. "Yeah, me too. Funny thing is, I don't think she is at all self-conscious about us looking, about being naked in front of all of us."

He wiggled his eyebrows mischieviously. "Good thing, because I have no intention of being at all self-conscious about looking at her either! OK, how are we going to do this? Do you want me to help you carry her down the steps?"

"No, god no. We'd probably kill ourselves - and her. I'll have to wake her up." I gently shook her. "Kristi? C'mon babe, wake up. Ronnie's here to take over. Let's go down and catch a few z's where we can be more comfortable, OK?"

She wriggled and groaned in protest. "Mmm, I'm already comfortable! Go away!"

I laughed. "Tough for me to go away when you're in my lap! C'mon, let's go."

She stretched and slowly opened her eyes. Spotting Ron she gave him a languid, sleepy smile. "Hi stud! You gonna drive now?"

He laughed. "I love it when a naked woman wakes up, looks at me, and calls me stud - I can tell she's not fully awake yet! Yes, I'll play skipper for awhile so you guys can rest - but you have to promise to rest, no more marathon sex sessions."

Kristi yawned and rose smoothly to her feet, giving him a kiss. "I promise. Besides, I'm saving myself for you. That is, if our date for later is still on..."

He glanced at me, and I shrugged, smiling at him. He turned back to her. "Absolutely! I was hoping you hadn't forgotten - I've got it all figured out, expensive champagne, roses, a private dinner with a live string quartet playing in the background, Chateaubriand, a fine Cognac for after...I plan to sweep you off your feet!"

She giggled and gave him one of her full-body hugs. "Wow, I'm impressed! You really didn't have to go to all that trouble though, because for you I'm what you might call a 'sure thing'."

"Whew! I'm glad to hear that because that was all bullshit. I got nuthin!"

She smiled and pushed him away. "Cheapskate! Just send your chauffeur for me at about nine, I'll be ready." She slipped her arm around my waist and we turned toward the stairs. "Come, my love, let's retire to the sitting room."

Ronnie bid us farewell, settling in behind the wheel after extracting a promise that we would try to get some rest, and we slowly descended the steps into the main lounge of the boat. It was late afternoon by now, the sun getting lower in the southwestern sky almost directly behind us, so the lounge at the front of the living quarters was not particularly well lit, instead shadowy and restful.

Kori was sleeping on one of the overstuffed loveseats, apparently where she had been curled up with Ron before he snuck out to relieve me. She too had shed her wet bathing suit, and had slipped back into her terry robe. The way she was sprawled one breast was exposed, her rosy pink nipple drawing my eye, and at the junction of her closed thighs her trim brown bush was visible. Kristi caught me admiring our sleeping friend and smiled, shaking her head. I picked up a light fleece blanket from the nearby chair and spread it gently over her, to Kristi's nod of approval.

I crossed to the other loveseat and sat down, motioning Kristi over to me. She crossed the short distance between us and leaned into me, her breasts near my face. She whispered "Take your clothes off."

I looked up at her. "What?"

"Strip! I want to feel you, skin on skin, I want you to hold me."

"You know if we do that we're probably not going to get much rest, right?"

"Shhh! Yes we will, we're both too tired to start anything."

I was skeptical. "If you say so. OK, we can try." I pulled my shirt off, then stood and dropped my trunks, leaving them on the floor. Now we were both in Adam and Eve mode, something I was able to do without even a name change. I sat back down, reclining slightly and motioning for her to join me. She grabbed the other fleece throw and curled herself in against my chest, stomach, and thighs, spooning herself to my shape and spreading the light throw blanket over us. I managed to get the small pillow situated under my head, against the arm of the loveseat, and she nestled her head into the crook of my arm and chest. I have to admit that her idea seemed to be working out splendidly - she felt completely wonderful against me, warm and sexy.

Of course, what I knew would happen was also happening, my cock hardening and swelling against her warm, wriggling backside, pressing into her.

"Mmm, Adam, stop poking me!"

"If you'd stop wiggling around, I might!"

"I'm only wiggling because you keep poking me."

"Well, I'm only poking you because you keep wiggling. I told you this would happen."

She giggled. "Here, I have an idea." She raised her upper leg, her right one, and reached back between, grabbing my now-rigid erection and pulling it down and between her legs. Giving in, I attempted to thrust up into her, thinking that was what she wanted. She pushed me down, hissing "No!", then got my cock settled where she wanted it and lowered her leg back into place, trapping my erection between the top of her thighs.

Great! Now, with my cock pinned between her legs, her warm moist pussy pressed against the top of my aching shaft and her warm thighs squeezing me from the sides, she was ready to take a nap! I felt sure this would be very restful - especially the way she kept moving her hips, rubbing her slick and puffy pussy lips on my cock. She was killing me!

"If you don't quit I'm just going to stick it in. Consider yourself warned!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"You are, you're humping yourself against my cock! It's torture, how am I supposed to sleep?"

"Huh! I guess I was. Sorry, I didn't realize."

I squeezed her breast. "Sure you didn't!"

"No, really! I'll stop, I promise."

She did, too, for awhile. But then she slid her hand down her stomach to her crotch, finding the tip of my cock where it projected out an inch or two from between her legs, touching and fondling. She giggled. "That's a surprise! I seem to have grown a penis!"

I groaned. "You're just not gonna quit, are you?"

"Not yet. Hey mister, wanna see my dick? It's not very long, but it's pretty thick, and very hard!"

I laughed. "You're insane. Go to sleep."

Storm

What a delightfully erotic pair of segments.

Thank you

GH

Thanks GH
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She wasn't quite ready to stop tormenting me yet, I could tell. She continued to fondle me, squeezing and touching the head of my cock. "I think I'm going to enjoy having a penis, this way I can play with it whenever I feel like it!" We were still whispering and speaking sotto voce to avoid waking up Kori, who seemed to be deeply asleep.

I groaned. "Yeah, that's always been my philosophy. I've whiled away many a fun-filled hour that way."

She giggled. "You're awful!" She paused as she felt the end of my cock with her fingers. "You know, I've been with a couple guys whose dicks weren't as big as what I've got sticking out here."

That thought sent the butterflies flitting through my stomach and groin! It always did when she would talk about her previous sexual encounters, something I had always encouraged her to do, in detail - and of course, she knew that! "Thanks dear, that warm and fuzzy thought should really help me rest easy. The thought of how many guys you've been with is always very comforting to me."

"Oh come on! Neither of us were virgins when we met you know!"

I hugged her close , squeezing her against me to take the sting out of my last statement. "I know. I was kidding. And I know I've asked you to tell me about them. But I still think I was a lot closer to virginal than you were."

She elbowed me in the ribs. "That's because I'm a lot sexier than you."

"Granted. You win - can I sleep now?"

"But I'm not that tired anymore!"

I sighed. "That's because you had that little nap up above! I, however, did not."

"That's true. Sorry, I'll be quiet." She was quiet then, settling in against me, but she kept touching my cock, lightly stroking, teasing.

"Kristi..."

"Sorry. I could make you cum. You always sleep good after that."

I shuddered. "Jesus! Why are you torturing me?!"

"You're already leaking like crazy! It's getting all slippery and nice, sooo close, almost ready, it would feel so good to you, just let go and spurt, all over my fingers..."

I gasped, again shuddering against her. "I'm begging you! Please stop!"

She did, abruptly taking her hand away from me seconds before I'd have cum and snuggling back, pumping her hips a couple of times for good measure as she did so and nearly getting me off. She left my cock straining and aching for release. "OK then, have it your way! Sleep good, and no sneaky jerking off or wet dreams or anything, you hear?"

"Ohhh, lordy! Sshhh! Quiet now." I shuddered again, I couldn't help it. So damn close!

I laid there, suffering, doubting my decision to force her to stop, and she fell asleep. She goddamn fell asleep, in a matter of just a minute or two, my throbbing cock still trapped between her pussy and thighs, my balls, feeling as big as cantaloupes where they pressed to the backs of her legs, she went to sleep! Her body relaxed, her breathing slowed and deepened, she melted into me, and just went to sleep. Un-fucking-believable!

I moved slightly, humping my erection within its tight confines, knowing that if I backed just a little and thrust upwards I could probably enter her - she was very wet and aroused, and I was slippery with pre-cum. I've done it before, in her sleep, and she's always woken up instantly, cooperative and ready for action. Of course, if I just pumped it a few more times right where it was, that would also work. Then not only would Kristi look like she had a cock, she'd have a spurting cock, ejaculating all over the place - that might be fun!

In the end I did neither, I tried to relax, to ignore the tension, and soon the deep throb of the motor and its gentle vibrations running through the entire boat, the sounds of the water lapping against the hull, and the warmth of her snuggled against me began to make me very drowsy. My erection gradually faded as I listened to her slow, regular breathing, noticing absently how my own seemed to be regulating itself to hers, and then I was gone, out, deep in a state of total and complete unawareness, no dreams, no anything.

It was a sleep of utter exhaustion, but also of contentedness, without a doubt the best sleep I'd had since the afternoon I'd walked in on Kristi and her lover. I don't know if that demon was permanently banished or not, but for that moment it was, and I held her, and slept. Despite my aching balls and the dull throb at the base of my cock, it was a "God's in his heaven and all's right with the world" moment for me. I felt happier than I had in a long while, and I blacked out.

Sometime later - I had no idea how long - I began to claw my way up out of that dark abyss I'd tumbled into, slowly and vaguely becoming aware of an intensely pleasurable sensation in the same area that had been suffering so badly when I'd passed out. I thought at first it was a dream, and I just enjoyed it, but I gradually became aware that I was awake. I could feel Kristi still sleeping in my arms, I could hear the water and the motor again - and something was definitely doing amazing, incredible things to my cock!

I levered my eyes open, finding the lounge even dimmer than before, the purplish light of dusk outside the windows. I raised my head slightly and looked down to find Kori lavishing oral attention on me, her soft lips wrapped around the head of my cock where it stuck out from between Kristi's legs! It was warm and wet and intense, and I groaned in pleasure before I could stop myself.

Her eyes flitted up to meet mine, her face crinkling in as much of a smile as she could manage with the head of my cock in her mouth, and she winked at me, never breaking suction.

I took a deep breath, knowing I wouldn't be able to stand this for very long after Kristi's teasing! Kori closed her eyes and continued to suck me, not seeming to care that her face was buried in Kristi's crotch as she did so. I was in ecstasy, thoroughly enjoying having Kristi in my arms, my erection trapped against the wet heat of her sex while Kori blew me. It was extremely sensual and erotic to me, and I wanted Kristi to share it.

I nudged her, gently kissing her ear and neck, pretty much all I could reach. "Kristi! Hey baby, wake up! You're missing your first blowjob - on the receiving end, I mean. C'mon babe, you're going to want to enjoy this."

"Wha..? Mmmm, I'm so sleepy!"

"I know, I know, but look!" I pumped my hips a couple of times, sliding my hard shaft against her wet vulva, and she glanced down. Her eyes opened wide, and she leaned forward slightly to see better.

"Oh my god!" She giggled "Oh Kori honey, that's so hot! I always wondered what a blowjob looked like from the guy's point of view! Now I know why they like to watch us so much, that's so fucking hot!"

Kori gave Kristi the same wink and partial smile she'd given me, and I felt her swirl her tongue under my glans, lapping at the very tip as she sucked on me. I groaned. "Oh my god!!"

Kristi was getting more into it as she became more alert. "That's it, suck my thick cock baby, you know you want it! Suck it bitch, take it!"

I half-laughed, half-moaned at her bad porn film-style narration, but knew I couldn't last much longer no matter how badly I wanted this incredible sensation to go on. I was almost there, and Kristi felt my body tense up. It wasn't helping my endurance at all that she was actively humping herself against my shaft where it was pressed tightly to her pussy.

Kristi knew I was beyond my breaking point, she could feel my body tensing, pushing. She went on with Kori: "Take it bitch, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, you want my cum in your mouth, I know you do... swallow it you horny slut!"

And then I did, crying out with the intensity of it. I spurted hard and fast into Kori's sweet, sucking mouth, all the pent-up frustration and pressure that Kristi had left me with emptying itself into Kori's waiting mouth and throat. She tried to take it all, she really did, but by the third or fourth spurt her mouth overflowed, white cum bubbling out around my cock and running down her chin onto Kristi's legs and smooth pussy.

Kori backed off and swallowed quickly, taking a long jet of semen across her throat and chest before she could get her lips back around me, but with her mouth now emptied of my first voluminous spurts she was able to ride out the last, diminishing spurts and trickles that escaped me. I collapsed weakly back onto the loveseat, drained, spent, knowing that Kristi had gotten off by watching as she rubbed her aroused clit against me.

I was gasping, trying to catch my breath, and Kristi too was breathing heavily, Kori's generous sexuality having quickly and suddenly satisfied both of us! Kori continued to suck gently on me, swirling that last hot mouthful of slippery cum around the head of my slowly fading erection for thirty seconds or so before backing off. She looked up at Kristi, hesitating, then stood and quickly pressed her lips to Kristi's, spitting the last mouthful of white cum mixed with saliva into her mouth!

Kristi, too surprised to do otherwise, took it, and swallowed. She coughed and sputtered. "Hey! That's not fair, I wasn't ready!"

Kori shook a finger at her, laughing. "That's what you get for calling me a bitch and a horny slut! Here I try to give you a nice memory of your first blowjob, and you call me names!"

Kristi smiled. "Well, you are a horny slut, but you can suck my cock anytime!"

I chimed in weakly from behind her. "Mine too!"

Kori laughed. "You guys inspired me! I woke up and watched you sleeping for awhile - thanks for the blanket, by the way - and then I see Adam's cock getting all hard and sticking out between your legs. What a pretty sight!" She looked at me. "I don't know what you were dreaming, but it must have been good because you just stiffened right up, hard as a rock!"

I shrugged. "I wasn't - or I don't remember. I was just totally out. Sleep erection, I guess."

They both giggled, and Kori went on. "Well, whoever she was, she was hot, judging by your reaction. Watching Kristi spring such a nice boner made me horny - it looks even thicker betwen her legs - so I came on over to check it out. And the rest, as they say, is history!"

She looked down at the trail of cum across her throat and tits. "Who's going to clean this off for me?"

Kristi answered her. "Adam will - he did it!"

Kori bent over Kristi and kissed me. "Ok, get busy."

"If you insist. You have cum breath, by the way."

She snickered. "There's a surprise! So will you in a minute, and it's all your fault."

She let me lick the cum from her chin before moving up, presenting me with her long, white throat, and then her breasts. I probably spent more time licking the traces of semen from her breasts than necessary, but I wanted to be thorough. I could tell by the way Kristi writhed against me that she was enjoying watching this, in extreme close-up.

When Kori straightened up, Kristi made her own demand.
"Now me. Somebody dribbled cum all over my legs and pussy, so get busy."

I didn't need to be asked twice, eager to attend to her, wanting very much to bury my face in her aroused sex. I was limp, spent, done for the foreseeable future, but I still loved touching Kristi and Kori. I slid out from behind her and kneeled alongside, moving down to her legs, using my tongue to lick the thin trail of cum from her thighs. Kori reached under me, squeezing and kneading my drained balls as I licked Kristi's hot flesh, and I groaned.

As I moved my lips to Kristi's smooth mound and wet sex, I heard Kori leave and ascend the steps. Burying my face between her long legs, letting my tongue remove the last traces of spilled semen before focusing on pleasuring her, I was only vaguely aware of the quiet, of the fact that the motor had been shut down.

I paid homage to her sex, to her skill at torturing me, to the intensity of the incredible climax her teasing and torment had brought me - with Kori's help, of course - and to her sexual mastery of me. I licked and nibbled at her clit until she came. I pushed my tongue into her, feeling her contractions, tasting her sexual secretions as she came again, and then I probed the tiny rosebud of her ass with the tip of my tongue until she was writhing and begging, sliding up to devour her pussy until she came again.

When she pushed at me, begging me to stop, I raised my head and looked at her flushed face, into her smoky, sexy, sensual eyes, hooded with lust. I was surprised to find Kori and Ron standing there, watching us, Kori naked and visibly aroused, Ronnie with his pants (my pants) around his ankles, penis stiff and pointing upwards as Kori slowly stroked him.

He shook his head. "Jeez, if you drive the boat you get left out of all the fun! I thought Kristi was supposed to be all mine tonight, and then I find you wearing her out!"

Kristi pushed me back and came to her feet in one liquid motion, crossing to Ron. "I am yours, and I'm a long way from worn out! He was just getting me warmed up for you, while we waited, like a good fiance should." She kissed him, long and with tongue. "I hope you're well rested, because I need some very special attention."

Ron grinned and put his arms around her. "Your wish is my command. Your breath smells like cum, by the way."

Kristi giggled. "I know. It's her fault, she was sucking my cock."

He frowned and glanced quickly at Kori, and then at me, shaking his head. "I don't think I even want to know."

Magic.

Phew! That was extremely hot Stormy. Don't stop now. How I'd love to be on that houseboat. That's one hot foursome.

I'll take credit for the Kori/Lilly comment by the way. Couldn't help it, it just seemed like a perfect fit.

Two feet of snow on the ground right now and another four to eight inches on tap for Monday night. AAARRRRGGGGHHHH! Come on Spring.

Thanks Stormy, excellent job.

TrF2

Storm

You have a wicked imagination. I take my hat off to you.

GH

Thanks guys, I appreciate the comments. As you know, it's always great to hear from anyone that's reading along. Your responses make the writing much more enjoyable for me!
TrF2, about that snow - better you than me!! (sorry) It's actually snowing here right now, but we have the comfort of knowing we'll rarely get more than a dusting.
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He looked at the three of us, clearly trying to puzzle out Kristi's last statement, and Kori laughed and put her arms around his neck. "You're right, you don't want to know. You missed it though, Adam let me suck his cock again."

Ron shook his head. "Oh, so he 'let you' do that, did he? Did it require a lot of arm twisting?" He gave me a quick faux-angry glare. ""When is it going to be my turn to be the center of attention?"

Both girls laughed, Kristi taking his chin in her hand and rubbing noses with him. "Poor baby! We didn't mean to make you feel left out, but someone had to stand watch and keep us safe while our minds - and bodies - were otherwise occupied! What do you say Kori, is it your darling husband's turn to be pampered?"

Kori smiled and kissed him. "Mmmm, absolutely! He's earned it, don't you think?" She looked at me. "Adam, you just go away for awhile. Me and your lady are going to show a lonely sailor a good time."

"Go away? We're on a boat, remember?"

Kristi turned to me. "So what, just make yourself scarce for awhile."

"Can't I just uh, spectate?" I wasn't the least bit horny, but still, I do love to watch!

Kori shook her head. "No, it will be more fun for you if you just have to imagine what your buddy is doing to your girl! Wait, I know - why don't you start fixing dinner?"

Ronnie snorted. "Him? Cook dinner? Do you have a death wish?"

Kori giggled. "Oh Ron, he's not that bad! Besides, I was just planning on burgers on the grill; he's pretty good at caveman cooking."

I nodded. "Oh, yeah, I can do that, no problem! Anything in particular you want with those burgers?"

Kristi smiled teasingly. "Surprise us - it's your job for the evening. But as long as you're serving us, why don't you bring us some wine while we play? Be thoughtful though, like a good boy, and try not to disturb us."

I was very surprised by both her tone and her request. She was smiling, but I knew she really expected me to play this part - and she knew I wouldn't mind doing so for my friends. My surprise must have shown on my face though, because Kristi laughed. Kori and Ron just smiled, watching, waiting to see what she'd do next.

Kristi tilted her head to one side raising one eyebrow. "Well?" She returned to nuzzling Ronnie's neck.

"Yes ma'am, right away!" I zipped out and lit the grill so that it could heat up, then came back through, looking over my shoulder as I headed toward the galley just in time to see each woman take one of Ronnie's hands and lead him to the loveseat where Kori had been sleeping. His shuffling gait, shorts around his ankles, made me smile. That choice of loveseats put his back toward me, in the kitchen, when he lowered himself down. Kori sat to his left, Kristi to his right, and they all began to touch and kiss.

I tore my gaze away and went to the cabinet where Ronnie had stashed the red wines, almost always my first choice. I was pleasantly surprised to find two bottles of a great 2006 Duckhorn Merlot, a Napa Valley wine that Ron tried to keep in stock solely because he knew Kristi loved it.

He had served it once when they had us over for dinner, early in our relationship, and she had raved about it. In what was to be the first of many times that he was to cause her to blush he had replied "Yes, it's beautiful, smooth and supple with a great finish - like you."

I smiled at the memory, one of the thousands of little snippets like that which build up over the years of a long, close friendship. Considering he hadn't known ahead of time that Kristi would be joining us on this trip, it was serendipitous that he had brought that particular wine, so I figured it was meant for this evening. I uncorked a bottle and chased down four wine glasses, lining them up on the counter and going down the line until the bottle was empty. One glass held just a bit less than the others, so I left that one for me and picked up the other three, turning to carry them in to the others.

Seeing Kori and Ron still kissing and no sign of Kristi I stutter-stepped, knowing where she would be, and when I drew close to them my suspicions were confirmed. Her blonde head was in Ronnie's lap, moving slowly up and down as she lovingly sucked his cock! I paused, watching, still holding the three glasses of wine.

Kori looked up and saw me standing there. Clearly on board for Kristi's treatment of me for the evening, she nodded toward the low side table, indicating where I should leave the glasses. "Set them down boy, don't dawdle. What took you so long?"

I laughed at Kori's attempt to be domineering as I set the glasses down next to them, and Kristi raised her head from Ron's lap and looked at me. His cock was rigid, wet and erect, and Kristi's lips were wet and slightly puffy from sucking on him. She glared at me. "Do you think Miss Kori said something funny?"

With some effort I forced the smile from my lips. "No ma'am! I just laughed because it's so good to see people enjoying themselves like this."

I saw the corners of her mouth quirk up as she struggled to remain stern. "I don't believe anyone said you could watch us! Go away now before your ugly, nasty bits begin to swell and become aroused, it will do you no good, and nobody wants to see that." Go on now!"

I glanced at Ron, who winked insolently at me before spreading his arms across the back of the loveseat and leaning his head back, closing his eyes. He slid down, spreading his legs wide, and as I turned away Kristi dropped between them, licking his balls, his hard cock wet against the side of her face. As Kori slid down to engulf his cock with her lips Ron motioned for me to hand him a glass of wine, which I did.

He leaned back again, slowly sipping his wine while Kristi sucked his testicles and Kori's lips and tongue lavished attention on his hard cock. He looked over at me "Ahh, this is the life! Clearly something which people of your station can only aspire to."

I flipped him off, then heard his chuckle as I walked away, shaking my head. I turned back. "And anyhow, it's 'to which people of your station can only aspire' - you ended with a preposition." Now it was his turn to flip me off, and he did.

From the kitchen I could see only the back of Ron's head and his shoulders, but I could hear the soft moans and the occasional wet, sucking sounds as the women worked him over. There could be no mistaking the fact that he was thoroughly enjoying this - who wouldn't? I went to the refrigerator and dug out the hamburger meat that Kori had defrosted earlier and dumped it into a bowl, adding seasoned salt, pepper, and a generous dollop of Country Bob's grilling sauce, mixing it all together by hand and forming it into thick hamburgers.

I put them on a plate and carried it through toward the foredeck where the propane grill was located, slowing to glance at them as I passed. Kristi continued to lap and suck at his heavy balls, seeming to enjoy the feel of them in her mouth as much as Ronnie was. I knew that she derives a great deal of pleasure from performing oral sex, and that she did, in fact, like to suck on my balls - she'd told me so! I had no doubt she was enjoying herself completely, and as Kori focused her attention on just the head of his cock, sucking and gliding, I heard Ron groan in pleasure, and saw him shudder. He looked at me and mouthed "Oh my god!", pumping his hips up to meet their touch. I felt a small pang of jealousy - not so much that Kristi was mouthing his balls, but rather because he was the one getting the attention rather that me! Perhaps that qualifies as envy rather than jealousy.

Remembering my wine, I set the plate down for a moment and returned for my glass, seeing my pants on the floor on the way back and thinking that perhaps, with being out on deck, in particular around open flame and spattering grease, pants might be a good idea. I bent to retrieve them just as Kristi raised her head. She turned and looked at me and I could see the arousal on her face, the look of desire, in addition to her wet, swollen lips. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Getting my pants. I have to be outside for awhile."

"You don't need pants, it's dark. I like you better like this."

"Do you really want me around your food - and open flames - with no pants on?"

I waited while she considered that, and Ron jumped in.
"You want him cooking burgers Kristi, not bratwurst. Those hot grease splatters can be wicked - let him have his pants!" Figures Ron would think as I had, guys have to consider these things!

She nodded. "OK, if you must. But not those." She tugged at the shorts Ron had around his ankles, the ones he'd borrowed from me earlier, managing to free them. "I have a better idea."

I shook my head. "I have pants! I don't need to wear the ones he's been wearing - especially while they're still warm. Eeewww!"

They all laughed, but Kristi wasn't nearly finished. She reached into the pocket and came out with the red, cum-stained thong that Ronnie had tucked away during our clean-up. Apparently I was not the only one that had witnessed him do that.

She stared into my eyes, her face giving away nothing, and held out the skimpy panties. "If you feel you must wear something to cover yourself you can have these."

Storm

There is nothing like a little kink to spice up a barbecue. Nice work. This story is a classic.

GH

Storm,

We can anly say; thank you, thank you.....thank you.

some of the Kristi's explanations or logic behind her behaviour from the earlier conversations were:

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."


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."

"Well, it was important that you be happy too. I didn't want to hurt you. I'd have stopped everything immediately if I thought I was hurting you, or if you asked. I always will."

The question is: Do you think she is honest with herself by saying that she could have stopped everything immadiately......... She may stop to try it later again and again,...

If Kori said that to Ron I would believe her but I am not sure with Kristi. She may stıop but later on try to make Adam accapt what ever it was like she is planning something with Lee. She nows that Adam is not happy with the idea but still pushing for it. Why? For both of them or for mainly her satisfaction .....

Anyway, I thank you again for this great story

Oh no, not the red thong! Looks like Kristi is testing the waters with Adam, trying to see what his limits will be. Me thinks the ride could get a little bumpy here.

Thanks Stormy, awesome job.

TrF2

GH, KORUCU, and TrF2, thanks for the comments, it's much appreciated.

KORUCU, to answer your question I'm not sure if Kristi could stop or not. Like most habits or addictions, stopping would be a matter of motivation and self-control. She knows what she likes - but she also knows what she loves, and that's Adam. She knows about his fantasies and the strange but powerful thrill he receives from the idea of being cuckolded; they've played with it as a fantasy for some time. If it turns out that he likes the reality as much as the fantasy, maybe they can both find fulfillment. If not...well, she might have to try to quit. Is there a patch for that, like Nicoderm? Perhaps Dickoderm?

He has discovered that the idea of her being with certain men, or certain types of men, causes him more angst than others. I'm not sure how they will deal with that.

I looked at her. "You're not serious!"

She smiled wickedly. "Ah, but I am!" She balled up the tiny thong and threw it at me, and I snatched it in self-defense before it could hit me in the face.

"I am not wearing panties - and if I was it certainly wouldn't be pre-owned ones! These are a bit stiff in places, if you catch my drift."

Kristi sniffed. "Oh so now, for the first time ever, you're squeamish about someone else's cum touching you! It's all dry, it won't hurt you - just put 'em on!"

I shook my head. "No way. Not gonna happen."

Kori very helpfully chimed in. "Oh come on Adam, don't be a party pooper! Try it, you might like it!"

Ronnie laughed. "Yeah dude, try it! Even if you don't enjoy it, I'm pretty sure I will!" He laughed again. "Besides, don't you ever have one of those days when you just want to feel pretty?"

That made me laugh. "Fuck you Ron! Apparently you want to feel pretty, since you're the one that salvaged these, so be my guest." I threw the panties at him, and he immediately fired them back to me.

Kristi was watching all this, laughing at my embarrassment. "It looks like you're out-voted. Time to pull up your big boy panties and get busy cooking dinner for us."

I looked at the three of them, all watching me, all enjoying ganging up on me. I shook my head. "Look, let's assume for a minute that I was willing to wear these, just to amuse you - and that's a huge leap - there's just no way these things would fit me! Look how tiny they are."
I held them up. They were small. They also had an enormous cum stain on them, pretty much the entire crotch crusty with a whitish film.

Kristi nodded. "They're a little small, but they'll stretch. Besides, they don't have to fit you perfectly; if you decide you like them we can always go shopping for some in your size when we get home!"

Ron and Kori both laughed. I looked at her. "Good one, dear! Ten thousand comedians out of work and you're trying to be funny!"

She shook her head. "No, seriously! I'm sure that cute young thing you were admiring in the lingerie department at Macy's would be happy to help you find your size."

She giggled. I winced. The lingerie salesgirl at Macy's was extremely cute, and young. I had been chatting her up while Kristi tried on some things, but I didn't know she knew that! I decided to have a little fun of my own. "Aren't you afraid I'll start hitting on her if I go back there? She was very cute, and I think she liked me."

Kristi just smiled sweetly. "And I'm sure she will be especially impressed and want to get to know you better after she helps you pick out your panties."

Ouch! I should have known better. I sensed it was time to move on. "OK, enough fun and games, I better get these burgers grilled before we all starve."

Kristi looked past her glass at me, then sipped her wine. She turned to Ronnie. "This is that Merlot I love, isn't it? You're such a sweetie - and you didn't even know I'd be here." She turned back to me. "You should be sweet and thoughtful like Ron and do things to please me - like wearing your thong."

He smiled smugly and started chanting "Panties, panties, panties!", Kori soon joining in, then Kristi. I hung my head. "You're not going to quit until you break me, are you?"

Kristi laughed. "Nope!"

I sighed. "OK, fine." I straightened out the balled up thong and spent a moment figuring out which way was up, then stepped into it. I hoped seriously that the thin cord that formed the hips and back would break, but no such luck. It proved both stretchy and durable - and intensely uncomfortable as the butt floss portion drew tight. I cringed as the crusty triangle of satin lycra touched me, then tried to figure out how I could possibly remain in the tiny wedge of fabric. Pushed up, my cock extended over the top of the front panel. Pushed down, it took up space my balls desperately needed - and the whole thing threatened to cut off circulation to vital areas of my anatomy. And now, with all the fondling and with them watching me, I was getting hard. That was less than helpful!

I spoke in a high, squeaky, castrated kind of voice. "There! Are you happy, can I take them off now?"

They were all laughing their asses off. Fortunately, I'm somewhat used to being the butt of their jokes, an honor which is always passing from one to another of the four of us. Nobody escapes occasional humiliation in our little group, but this may have been the worst yet.

Kristi shook her head. "No, I think you should keep them on while you cook. Maybe after dinner you can remove them, after you've taken a thorough test drive."

Kori spoke up. "Besides, it looks like you kind of like this - you're getting a hard-on!" She giggled.

I attempted to deny the undeniable. "I am not, it's just the constriction of these damn things!"

Kristi stared. "No, you are! You're getting a hard-on 'cause you love your sexy little satin thong!"

My cock was straining against the cum stained front panel of the thong, and sticking up well above it. The cord in back felt like it was trying to bisect my asshole. "Arrrghh!" I snatched up the plate of burgers and fled for the door and the safety of solitude, all of them laughing at my discomfiture as I ran away. I paused at the door. "I get hard when a group of people like you perverts stares at my crotch! Ask Kristi to tell you my high school swim class story sometime." I heard them laugh louder as I went out. I had to shake my head and grin - If Kristi wanted to play games tonight, she had gotten off to a good start. Embarrassing, but pretty funny, actually. I really didn't object to making my friends laugh, and often used self-deprecating humor to do so, and this wasn't all that different.

I moved the burgers from the plate to the hot grill, closing the lid over the sizzle just as Kristi touched me from behind, surprising me. "Hey, are you all right? I didn't mean to make you get upset."

I laughed. "No, I'm fine, no problem. You're certainly in rare form tonight!"

She smiled. "Oh, good. I was afraid you were really upset - I know how much that episode in high school bothered you, I didn't mean to traumatize you. I was just playing. So you don't mind?"

I kissed her. "No, I knew it was all in fun." I shifted, trying to move the string out of my ass and get it to quit pinching my balls. "These damn things are sure uncomfortable though, I don't know how the hell you wear them."

She giggled. "Well, they're not really designed for the male anatomy. Plus, I buy my size. You'll like them much better once you have your own."

"I know someone that's about to get her perfect little ass spanked."

She wriggled and shivered, reaching out to wrap her fingers around the head of my cock where it protruded above the tiny thong. "Oooh, do you promise?"

I laughed. "Actually, that was supposed to be a threat. Come on, I need to get the barbecue tools and the seasoned salt."

I took her arm and we walked back inside, chatting. Kori and Ron looked at us, their worried expressions relaxing when they saw we were smiling. Kori glanced down at my sole garment and giggled. "It looks like you're suffering from fallout there, cutie."

I bent and looked. Sure enough, one testicle had popped out each side of the narrow crotch band of the thong and was dangling, the useless thing now bisecting my scrotum as it continued its attempt to cut me in two. No wonder it was pinching! "Huh! It looks like this thing is trying to come between Butch and Sundance!"

Kori let out a squeal of laughter. "You actually named your balls? How come we never knew that?"

I acted puzzled. "Of course I named them. Doesn't everyone? How else are you going to get their attention, or introduce them to people? I guess you were just never properly introduced. Butch, Sundance, meet Kori - careful though, she's a kisser!"

Kori was laughing until tears ran, Ron laughing at her more than at me.

Kristi shook her head, making a disgusted sound. "Kori, please don't encourage him! Let's see, he's used Bert and Ernie, Abbott and Costello, Batman and Robin - he's such a perv!"

Ron shook his head. "Considering your mode of dress, maybe Thelma and Louise would be more appropriate."

I laughed. "Particularly so, since I plan to jump off a cliff if word of this ever leaks out! Can I please take these off and burn them now?"

Kristi reached down and fondled my uniquely individualized testicles, one at a time, obviously. "No. After dinner - maybe. Now you have an idea what us poor ladies go through to be sexy for you guys. And you know what? You are pretty sexy in these, I kind of like it."

I very much liked having my balls fondled, so I didn't object, but I wondered if her definition of sexy included the word ludicrous. "OK, fine. Those burgers will only take a few more minutes, so I don't think you'll have time to finish your little threesome. I better get back out there. Someone set the table, please."

Kristi patted my bare butt. "That's OK, we'll finish our playtime after we eat. In the meanwhile, we'll just play a little while you serve us. Oh, and setting the table is part of your job."

So saying, she crossed to the loveseat where Ron and Kori still sat and stepped up onto the seat, putting one foot on each side of Ronnie and stepping forward, positioning her smooth mound at his lips. His hands came up to clutch her firm little bottom and he pulled her to him, burying his face in her pussy. She arched her back, pushing her horny cunt to his willing mouth and I heard her moan as she enjoyed what he was doing to her.

Kori had her face inches away, watching as her husband's tongue explored Kristi's perpetually aroused sex, her left hand stroking Ron's smallish but extremely stiff cock. I wasn't so sure he'd last 'til the burgers were done after all, with Kori masturbating him and his obvious arousal! Looking down at my throbbing and protruding cock, I wasn't so sure I would either.

Stormy, ever since you secreted those red panties away I had thought of ways you might bring them back. Never in my wildest dreams would I have come up with that one. Truly original.

I just hope the big water cop doesn't turn up before they finish their meal .. As if.

Damn that was funny Stormy. Maybe the ride won't be as bumpy as I originally thought for Adam. He's a much better sport than I had figured. Of course Ranger Rick might push a few of Adam's buttons if they all get together, but then again, if Adam is pushing Ranger Petty's buttons, it might keep him preoccupied, who knows. Great writing, thanks.

TrF2

peak & TrF2, thanks. It just goes to prove what we already knew - cum-soaked panties can be fun!
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My feet dragging because I didn't want to miss a second of this, I finally made it back out to the grill. I quickly flipped the burgers, seasoning them lightly, and zipped back inside, ostensibly to set the table. Kristi and Ron were very involved in each other, his face still pressed to her sex. She had placed one foot up on the back of the loveseat to give him better access, and had one hand on his head, holding him to her as she pumped her hips against his tongue. Her other hand was pinching and pulling at her left nipple, her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip. It was apparent that she was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her, and from the sounds she made I knew that he could easily bring her to orgasm if he chose to.

Kori was still watching, her face close to Kristi's belly, a small smile on her lips as she watched her husband's performance. With one hand she continued to stroke his hard penis, the other under the back of Kristi's raised leg, inches from her aroused pussy. She glanced quickly at me and winked as I crossed near them, then went back to watching. I noticed that Kori was aroused like me, her nipples hard and erect, her neck flushed red.

I grabbed plates and silverware and began to set the table, trying my best to be quiet and unobtrusive. From the table I was looking at the back of Ron's head, Kristi's hand still tangled in his hair where she pressed him to her. She was pulling hard at her nipple now, her other one erect and rosy, and when I made a loud clank with one plate she opened her eyes and looked at me, still biting hard on her lower lip.

We stared into each others eyes, but I'm not sure she saw me. She had that faraway look, and as I watched her lips parted and she gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she panted. Suddenly she grimaced and her eyes closed, her chin dropping to her chest as she gasped out "Oh god yess!", and she came, hard and gloriously, bucking against Ronnie as she thrust herself into his face. He rode her, his hand against her clenched bottom holding her to him as he continued to tongue her hard clit through her orgasm.

She worked it to the max, letting his probing tongue take her away as all of her muscles tensed and flexed, her pumping hips demanding that he continue to serve her. It seemed to go on and on, until suddenly she collapsed, sinking down onto his lap as though she'd melted, her arms around his neck, her face buried against his shoulder and chest. She continued to pant, I could see her ribs heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and her body shudddered with aftershocks.

Ronnie gently brushed her hair back and spoke softly to her. "Hey, are you OK?"
Her head moved slightly, an affirmative nod, and he chuckled as he softly stroked her hair, tangling his fingers in her blonde waves as he cooed softly into her ear. She raised her head and looked into his face for a moment, their eyes searching each others, a stunned look on her face. Kristi breathed in a ragged breath, almost a sob, and said "My god!" before once again burying her face against his body, snuggling into him, hugging his neck. Kori laughed softly and leaned forward, kissing Kristi gently on the cheek before giving Ron a long kiss on his lips, tasting Kristi's arousal, their tongues touching.

Kori rose then and crossed to me, stretching up to kiss me, her lips soft and moist, before touching my hard cock where it jutted out over the ridiculous thong. She waved a hand in front of my eyes. "Yo, Adam, are you in there?"

I blinked and looked at her, realizing I'd been frozen in place, still holding the rest of the plates as I'd watched them. I shook my head. "Damn!"

She laughed. "I'll say! I see that worked for you too - it sure left me horny as hell! Ronnie is very accomplished in that fine art, but I'm really not sure who enjoyed it the most."

I looked at her, and at the same moment we both said "Kristi!" We both laughed, and Kristi, hearing her name and our laughter, raised her head and glanced at us momentarily before sinking back into Ron's embrace, not yet ready to re-enter our world. Kori helped me finish the table, handing me several slices of cheese to take out and melt over the burgers while she got out the condiments and the salad.

As I passed Ron and Kristi, still locked quietly in their embrace, I wondered if she had taken him into her as she sank into his lap. I found that I very much wanted to know if he was inside of her, almost that I had to know! From closer I could see that she had not, not in that position, but that she probably had his cock pressed to the outside of her left thigh and buttock.

I realized that since he had not reached orgasm there would probably be a second act, but now it would have to wait until after dinner.

Well, with hors d’oeuvres served like that, I think their boat is probably the best burger joint in the state. A truly USA classic gastronomic feast.