by Ben Boswell
I imagined something akin to a junkyard.
He laughed. “It ain’t as bad as all that. Nice and neat, and got some real beauts back there. You like cars?”
I shrugged, who doesn’t like a nice car? “Sure.”
And that about exhausted my car conversation.
What followed was silence. Awkward silence. He seemed happy enough to tolerate it. I had the sense that very little would ruffle his feathers.
He had a curious little grin on his face, which I read as him reminiscing about his evening with Leslie. Not that I’d blame him. What I’d seen showed she’d given him a good time. I could only imagine what had happened in the hours I’d left them alone. Had she sucked on his fat cock? Did she let him finish in her mouth? How many other positions had they tried? Doggy? Had he bent her over the bathroom sink? Or were they both content to stick to the tried and true, him satisfied to enjoy her tight pussy and her delighted to feel his huge cock sawing inside her.
I glanced back at Leslie. Even asleep, she too wore a contented little smile. I had to admit, as painful as it was for me, there was no denying she’d enjoyed her time with Jack. Could I really begrudge her that?
Whatever, Dave. Go with the flow, man. It’s meaningless. I repeated that like a mantra, and it did slowly soothe me. Most of my remaining misgivings vanished when we got to the lake, which was genuinely stunning, bright blue and surrounded by orange desert hills. Jack had a sleek 27 footer, with room for sunning out front, and a built-in cooler in the back we filled with ice and beer.
We tooled around for a little while out on the water, and Jack told us he wanted to show us a really neat cove on the other side of the lake. He asked if I wanted to drive, and I said sure, enjoying the breeze in my face as I pushed the throttle up.
Leslie had decided to get a tan, so she stripped off her dress, and with a towel and lotion climbed up front. She was wearing her sexiest bikini, pale green to match her eyes and with a thong bottom. She lay on her back, with her head toward the bow, giving us a little peak between her legs as she sunned herself sleepily. Jack gave me a little nudge and a wink. I couldn't help but grin back.
He leaned over and said, "I think I'm gonna go up front. Aim for that hill over there," he pointed across the lake.
I nodded and he climbed through the windshield toward Leslie. I watched in shock as he suddenly lowered his swimming trunks. He coated his cock with suntan lotion, and then slid down between her legs, wedging them apart.
Without a word, he just pulled her thong to the side and pushed his big prick into my wife. I couldn't hear her over the engine noise, but from the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, it was perfectly obvious that she was delighted by his approach.
Since I was piloting the boat, I couldn't turn away, not for long at least. Instead I basically had to watch as just a few feet away another man stretched my wife's pussy like I never could. Worse, I had to endure being watched by boats passing us on left and right. They wouldn't know they were seeing a man being cuckolded, but I still knew I must look like a damn fool crossing the lake with a copulating couple on the deck. The ride across took almost fifteen minutes, and the whole time Jack was between Leslie's legs hammering away, until finally as we approached the cove, he lifted himself up on his arms, thrust deep inside my wife and shuddered from head to toe. He pulled out and rearranged himself, and Leslie sat up and gave me a saucy grin.
"Having fun?" she mouthed at me.
My eyes were drawn involuntarily to her pussy. Her thong was still pulled to the side, and his huge prick had left her cunt gaping open obscenely. Then suddenly a little hint of whitish goo began to leak out. She noticed me looking and with a hasty and embarrassed gesture wiped away the creampie and adjusted her thong. Still, it was something I couldn’t unsee.
“She’s a special lady,” Jack said.
I wasn’t sure if he was joking or what. He seemed very earnest. But the only thing special I could see about her at the moment was that she seemed to have suddenly turned into a total slut, at least for Jack and his big cock. I forced myself to smile and nod as Jack took over the wheel from me.
The cove had a narrow sandy beach. We anchored a couple of dozen yards off shore, and went in for a swim. Leslie was having a great time, playfully splashing around with both Jack and me. We climbed back into the boat, and Jack broke out a round of beers and some sandwiches he'd brought. Sitting there in the sun, glistening from her swim, and with a big satisfied grin on her face, Leslie looked damn sexy. I had to admit, getting fucked silly by Jack seemed to be doing her a lot of good.
Across the cove, we noticed a bunch of activity. Jack told us that it was a local marina that hosted parties every weekend. We decided to go closer to take a look. There was a stage set up and a band was getting ready to play. We pulled up to a pylon and tied up. More boats arrived, and soon boats were tying up to each other since there was no more room at the pier or buoys. Just as the band was starting up, an 18-foot bowrider pulled up next to us with a bunch of college kids judging from the "Senior Week" banner flying from the canopy. They asked permission to tie up, and Jack waved them in.
"God, were we that young in college?" I asked Leslie as I checked out our new arrivals.
She laughed. "Naw, you were probably always an old man."
Our new neighbors were three guys -- Chuck, Tim, and Billy -- and two girls -- Tina and Jeannie. The guys were cut from the same mold, really skinny with big baggy trunks. Chuck was over six feet had dark hair and an earring. Tim was blonder and a bit shorter. Billy's hair was longer than the others and kept falling into his eyes. Tina was a slender brunette, maybe 5'6", and very cute despite the braces on her teeth. Jeannie looked to be of Thai origin or something, though she had a typical California accent. She was tiny, maybe 5' tall and 95 lbs soaking wet, but she managed to pack a nice bubble butt onto that frame. Unlike the oversized swimwear worn by the boys, both girls were in tiny thongs that almost made Leslie's narrow strips of fabric seem modest.
We started gabbing with them, and they seemed nice enough. After a while, Tina and Jeannie climbed aboard Jack's boat because it rode a little higher and they wanted a better view of the band, and I went on theirs because they had a grill going in the back. The whole cove was a big party, everyone drinking and having fun, so it didn't faze me when they started smoking pot out in the open. They invited us over to partake, and Leslie and I took a few hits, while Jack stayed just with beers. When the band went on break, we all gathered in the rear seating areas of the two boats, by chance with Leslie and the guys over in their boat and Jack and me and the girls in Jack's. Between the booze and the pot and the hot sun, we were all obviously feeling no pain.
I could tell that Leslie was having fun teasing the young guys. She kept lifting her hands above her head and stretching, and she seemed to readjust her thong every few minutes. The guys were also getting bolder about checking her out and starting to pepper their conversation with innuendos. Leslie mentioned how fit all three were and asked how often they worked out. Chuck just laughed and said they did all their lifting twelve ounces at a time.
"No way!" Leslie exclaimed. "No way you got those abs just sitting around drinking beer," she said reaching over to run her hands over Chuck's six pack.
He jolted a bit at her touch and reached down to adjust his shorts. It jolted me too. Even drunk and stoned she had to know that wasn’t likely to be interpreted as an innocent gesture. He might get the wrong idea… or, I realized with a shudder, the right one.
"You seem like a fun lady," he said, "ever been to a Tupperware party?"
Leslie scrunched up her face. "What? Like in the 1950s? How old do you think I am?"
"Naw, naw, naw," Billy exclaimed. "The new kind. All the kids are doing it."
"Really?" Leslie asked. "So what's it like?"
The guys exchanged a series of glances. Finally, Chuck answered, "It's when a fun-loving gal... ya know... gets made airtight."
> Leslie looked perplexed for a minute, and then she guffawed.
"That is foul. You guys are sick," she said laughing.
Still I noticed that she kept one hand on Chuck's abs and had the other resting now on Billy's thigh. They noticed too. She looked up at Chuck and their eyes locked for a few long seconds. Then he grabbed her by the waist and easily lifted her onto his lap.
She shrieked, "What do you think you're doing?!"
But she couldn't keep a straight face and instead burst into uncontrollable giggles. Chuck took advantage of her incapacity to yank her top up over her head and bury his face into her chest, sucking hard on one of her surprisingly erect nipples.
"Stop it, stop it, stop it," she shrieked again, but as before her giggling was at odds with her words.
"Okay, that's enough," I said as I stepped toward the other boat.
But being drunk and high does not encourage sure-footedness on a boat. I slipped and fell flat on my ass. The kids laughed at my clumsiness as Jack helped me up. Red-faced, I managed to sit back down, only to notice that Leslie had gone silent. She was still in Chuck's lap, his lips wrapped around her nipple and his hands roughly kneading her butt, but she now had her head back and her eyes closed, and she seemed to be moaning slightly. As I watched, she started grinding her hips into his crotch.
Chuck didn't waste any time. He grabbed Leslie beneath her ass and stood up. He quickly pulled down his shorts, exposing his angry-red, curved erection. He then sat back down with my wife in his lap. Chuck gave her a wet sloppy kiss as he reached down and yanked her bikini bottom aside. She continued to grind against him as he adjusted their positions and shoved his hard cock up her snatch. Leslie growled lustily and then returned to sucking his face.
We all watched the two of them rutting for a while, and then Tim kneeled on the bench beside them. He pulled down his trunks and grabbed the back of Leslie's head. Amazingly, she didn't protest as he pulled her face down to his crotch, jamming his cock down her throat. Despite the events of the previous 48 hours, I was in shock as I watched these two kids double-teaming my wife.
Tim was especially rough, winding his hand into her blond locks and forcing his dick into her throat until she gagged. As that was going on, Billy reached down and started rubbing her ass. He slid her thong to the side and ran his fingers up and down her butt crack. When Leslie didn't protest, he squirted a thick gob of suntan lotion between her ass cheeks. He gave me a wink and then pressed two fingers up her butt. Leslie pulled off Tim's cock and let out a loud yowl, but Tim just pulled her back down onto his shaft and Billy continued to pump his digits in and out of her ass.
Billy's version of foreplay didn't last long. He pulled his fingers out of her butt, dropped his shorts, and squatted down behind her.
Leslie lifted her head off Tim's crotch just long enough to peer back over her shoulder and say, "go slow, baby, I haven't done this in a long time."
I filed that away as a future topic of conversation since she had never done it with me at all.
I didn't have long to contemplate that before Billy squeezed the head of his prick up my wife's butt. As he entered her, she visibly tensed up, but Chuck continued to pound her pussy and Tim reached down to fondle her nipples, and after just a few moments she got back into the rhythm and relaxed. Billy then took advantage to press the rest of his rod into her. For a few seconds, all three guys had her fully penetrated -- even Tim's entire shaft had disappeared into her mouth -- and then they started really fucking her, pounding away at all three orifices simultaneously.
From behind me, I heard Tina gasp, "Oh God, they did that to me once, and I couldn't walk straight for a week."
I noticed her hand was down the front of her bikini bottom and Jack was rubbing her shoulders. I could see where that was going.
I figured I might as well join in, so I slid over close to Jeannie who was watching Leslie getting triple teamed. I wasn't quite sure how to break the ice, so I decided to offer to rub some more lotion on her back. She gave me an amused smile and agreed. Her skin was soft and warm, very inviting. From my vantage point over her shoulder I was able to peek down at her nice b-cup mounds. While I wasn't crazy about seeing my wife being turned into a complete slut before my eyes, I was pretty happy about being paired with Jeannie. She was definitely a little spitfire. After a while, I started rubbing down her arms, and when she didn't protest, I slid my hands over under her bikini and cupped her breasts. She immediately tensed and shook me off.
She turned to look at me, "I don't think so…." Her voice trailed off and I noticed she was looking past me at Tina and Jack.
She turned back and smiled at me, "unless…. Are you packing as much as your friend?"
Before I could answer, she reached out and pulled down the waistband of my shorts. She gave me a sad shrug, "sorry."
She stood and walked over to Jack and Tina. Tina's head was in Jack's lap and she was loudly slurping away on his big cock. Jeannie peeled off her bikini bottom and sat astride his thigh. She jammed her tongue down his throat and ground her bare snatch against his leg.
Billy's loud whoop brought my attention back around to the other boat. He had pulled out and was spraying his jism all over Leslie's back. When he was done, he stumbled back out of the way. Tim quickly took his place, burying his cock deep in my wife's inviting ass. As Billy dove into the water to cool off, I heard a loud moan behind me. I turned to see Jeannie slowly impaling her tight, little pussy on Jack's huge shaft as Tina ducked low to suckle his scrotum. I couldn’t believe she could take him. She was so tiny that his cock looked like it would reach her chest. She reached back to spread herself wide so she could take him deeper, giving me a perfect view of her asshole, pulsing as she rode his cock. It was so inviting. If she hadn’t shot me down already, I would have gladly shoved my own cock in there.
Noises from the other boat now distracted me. Having been well primed by Leslie's mouth, Tim didn't last long, finishing in her butt with a series of exaggerated grunts. He pulled out and I was treated to a view of my wife’s gaping asshole, leaking Tim’s come. An anal creampie to go with the pussy creampie I’d seen earlier. It occurred to me that if I was into that sort of thing, I’d be in heaven right now. Unfortunately, I was more horrified than anything else.
Chuck was still going strong however and he must have decided he wanted to try out her backdoor as well because he lifted Leslie off his lap and positioned her onto her hands and knees. He kneeled behind her, spread her butt cheeks, and began sodomizing her roughly. Without a cock in her mouth to gag her, Leslie responded by squealing loudly enough that folks even several boats over peered over for a look. Then I noticed the cell phones out and realized that my wife was about to become a big star on the amateur porn circuit.
In the meantime, Tina had switched off with Jeannie riding Jack's oversized member.
Wide-eyed, Tina gasped at her friend, "Oh God, he's so fucking big."
Jeannie grabbed Tina's nipples and pinched them.
"Take that big cock you fucking slut," she ordered before leaning forward to kiss Tina wetly.
As they Frenched, Jeannie reached around and spanked her friend roughly.
Back on the other boat, Chuck finished just as Billy emerged from the lake sporting another rock-hard erection. He pushed my wife down so that she was lying flat, face down on the deck. Then without a word, he coated his cock with sun tan lotion, climbed on top of her and pressed his dick back into her ass. At least flat on the deck like that, she was largely shielded from the cameras on the other boats. Still, I couldn’t help but note with a shudder that round two seemed to have started.
He fucked her slowly, seemingly wanting to enjoy the sensation and view of his cock methodically churning into her anus. Chuck and Tim had also taken a quick dip and were now back in the boat, downing cold beers and critiquing their friend's butt-fucking technique.
“Come on, man, make that whore squeal,” Chuck grunted.
“Yeah, enough with the romant
ic shit,” Tim added.
Billy flipped them the bird, but nonetheless seemed to take their advice. He rammed his hard prick harder and harder into my prone wife, and pressed against the hard deck, she had no choice by to take it. Not that she seemed to mind. Her squeals definitely sounded more excited than anguished in any case.
To my shock, both Chuck and Tim were again sporting raging hard-ons. When Billy finished, the cocky little fucks actually did a quick two of three "rock, paper, scissors" to see who'd get the next shot at my wife. It was Chuck, who rolled her over on her back, wedged her legs up over his shoulders and went to town hammering her pussy.
Tina's loud gasps brought my attention back around again. She was on the hands and knees, grunting and groaning under the strain of taking Jack's cock. When she saw me looking, she flashed me a saucy grin and reached out toward me. Before I knew what was happening she'd snaked her hand up the leg of my shorts.
She took a surprising firm grip of my member and stroked me in time with the pounding she was taking from behind. I didn't want to be turned on, but she was so lewd and so forward. And so sexy, her eyes rolling back into her head with each of Jack’s brutal thrusts, licking her lips, gasping.
Before I knew it, I was spewing a load in my pants. She giggled and showed off the results of her successful handjob to Jeannie who gave a sad grin and then flashed me a quick "L" for loser on her forehead.
Jack noticed it and got pissed. He pulled out of Tina and pushed his prick into Jeannie's mouth, gagging her on his big piece of meat, punishing her for her attitude toward me. At least that’s how I interpreted it. That was at best a small consolation since on the other boat, the guys were fucking the shit out of Leslie with no sign of slowing down.
Chuck was between my wife's thighs, hammering away. What he lacked in skill, he definitely made up for in non-existent refractory lag. Leslie was just lying back, looking more than a little stunned by the workout she'd gotten and was still getting. Billy was looking buzzed and he raised his beer to me in a toast.