the boat. And then, he wished he could see them. Were they completely naked as they fucked? Or had Martin simply pushed her dress up over her hips and was screwing her through his open fly? It didn't seem they had much time to do much else, but then, all things were happening more quickly than they should the last few days. He had been caught embezzling, his sweet, young wife had been screwed until she almost couldn't walk by another man, and now here she was again, her voice giving out little encouraging shrieks of passion as that same man fucked her as though she were nothing but a dirty little whore while her husband listened helplessly a few feet away. But, my God, what a screw she sounds like she's giving him. She's never, in all the times in bed with her, reacted that way with me. Her gasps sounded so desperate and the low ceaseless murmur so passionate that he could feel a slight rise down at his loins. His prick jerked slightly, pushing heavily against the tightness of his shorts. God, that's what I've needed all this time, for her to just put out for me like that. He visualized Janet with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Martin's naked body and his cock driving hard into the tight elastic walls of her pussy and his heart and loins filled with longing. He found he was hard and his hand moved down to his arching cock to fondle it.
Now he heard his wife muttering obscenities, obscenities broken and wracked with her passion, so that he thought he would die from the humiliation of her helpless pleading.
'Oooh, ooooh, fuck me, Martin, oh God, fuck me harder… deeper… deeeeper, oh God, yes… fuck my cunt… fuck it…'
And Martin's haunting words in return as he threw taunt after taunt at her. 'Is it big enough for you, baby? Is it deep enough in your belly?'
'Oooooh, yesssss… God yes! It's huge… all the way in me…' she hissed between her desperate gasps of twisting effort.
'Bigger than Greg's?' he teased her on. 'Does it fill you better?'
'Oh yes, oooooh yesss… I've never been fucked like this… never never… in all my life…'
He listened with aching ears and clenched his eyes tightly shut as though it would blot out the horrible words he was hearing, and quench the involuntary passion that continued its evil rise in his own body. God, how could it be that he could be lying here, listening to his own wife debauched and used like a whore off the streets and feel the lewd second-hand passion transmitting itself to his own body.
It wasn't right! It just wasn't right!
But… on and on it went and he found himself unable to stop his hands at his fly and jerked his own arching cock out into the open air. His consciousness seemed to fade away into an almost impenetrable darkness as his fingers began a slow mechanical up and down motion… up and down… up and down… and his own hardness grew and grew between his manipulating fingers. While below the wet, slapping sounds of his wife's and Martin's bodies pounding together filled his ears and swamped his mind with the lewd pleasure and passion that came from them.
He could hear the bunk groaning and squeaking under their straining bodies and could hardly distinguish his wife's gasping breath from that of the laboring Martin thrusting his cock into her hungry, clasping pussy.
Then, almost shocking him into reality again, he heard Janet's pleading cries splitting the heavy rhythm of their breathing: 'I cumming, Martin! Ooooh God I'm cumming! Fuck faster! Fuck faster…' and then croon off into a weird, tiny whimper as she choked and gasped her orgasm out into the heat of the cabin below.
Greg's body trembled all over, his throat parched and a wild, uncontrollable aching throbbing through his still hardened cock. He was still in a state of shock but even through the agony of hearing another man bring his wife to a climax his mind was not his own. He considered running to the house and finding Darleen. He would fuck her until she couldn't move. God, how he would throw it to her to atone for all the humiliation and indignity her husband was now heaping upon his wife. But somehow, he couldn't tear himself away from the obscene sounds still rising up from the small circular opening of the vent by his ear.
He moaned inwardly to himself as he heard his wife sigh deeply and then give an occasional small grunt of surprise or pain as Martin ground his straining cock a little deeper than before.
And now, Martin's grunts were growing more desperate as he began to spit his commands at Janet to excite himself more as his own orgasm approached.
'Tighten your cunt! Damn it, squeeze it, squeeze it! Spread em wider… open 'em up… open 'em you bitch… gonna cum… gonna cum…'
Greg listened to the crude obscenities being hurled at his conquered wife with a flushed and haunted mixture of guilt and desire. His passion was overwhelming and in his excitement he found himself envious of the man who had built his wife to this searing point of lust and had her spread wide beneath him now waiting to take his hot, swirling semen deep in her own satiated belly. His cock was hard and throbbed like a living thing in his hands and he knew that it would not be long before it too erupted into a pulsating geyser of white, hot sperm.
He listened with bated breath to the pounding fury of Martin's body slapping down on his satisfied wife and pictured him forcing her legs all the way back over her head to get deeper and deeper into her. Her responding squeals rolled from her mouth as though she had gone insane and he felt as though he would not be able to bear it when Martin finally jetted his waiting load inside her. It would be too much torture for his own strangely mixed emotions that whirled dis-connectedly through his mind.
But, when it finally came, and he heard the animal-like groan erupting from Martin's panting mouth, he could do nothing but lay as he was and bear the pain and humiliation as best he could.
Groan after groan after groan spewed from the invisible lips in wave after wave of ringing orgasm until it seemed to Greg that the man must be nothing but a giant reservoir of sperm that pumped endlessly from his cock into the waiting belly of his groaning wife.
And then it was finally over, after several long passion-drained gasps. There was silence except for the heavy sounds of after breathing and a few last fleeting mewls of pleasure from Janet.
They were quiet for quite awhile and Greg could hear nothing but a few low, indistinct murmurs coming up from the opening of the vent. His own cock jerked slightly in his hands as he thought of Martin's long hard penis deflating slowly inside his wife's semen flooded vagina and he gave it a slight squeeze and forced it back in his pants. He was afraid they might come out soon and he did not want to be here to face them and give Martin the added triumph of knowing he had heard the entire thing.
His prick stayed hard in his pants. He had never heard anyone make love before and the obscene sound of his own wife getting fucked by another man had strangely excited him. Greg was no longer wronged husband, but an excited listener. His mid-western morals wanted him to run now from the boathouse but his impassioned body rejected the idea, too taken up by the thought they might do more, to move from the spot.
He did not hear the soft footsteps that tiptoed up behind him and the triumph that flickered through the woman's eyes as she gazed down at his head pressed tight against the ventilator opening. Darlene knew that she too would have to play the part of the wronged woman to be able to carry this out to it final result and not spoil the ultimate plan she and Martin had so carefully devised for this young, naive couple.
'W-What are they doing down there?' she whispered softly in the half darkness, so as not to startle the unsuspecting Greg and cause him to cry out.
He turned his head quickly, his face flushing from the sudden embarrassment of being caught like a peeping tom but regained his composure quickly when suddenly it hit him that they were in this thing together. After all, it was her husband down there balling his wife.
'Shhhhh,' he raised her fingers to his lips and whispered secretly, a grim look shrouding his face. 'I–It's Martin and my wife. T-They're making love.'
Greg's face flushed from the crude admission and he was suddenly thankful that the light was dim and she could not see his embarrassment.
'I don't believe you,' Darleen whispered back indignantly, her voice almost breaking from trying to hold back the laughter at the utter naivete of his statement.
'Come here then,' he moved aside slightly and motioned for her to join him at the opening of the vent. Darleen carefully lowered herself down beside him and pressed her ear next to his. She listened for a moment and then turned to him.
'I don't hear anything,' she said softly, a feigned doubt in her words.
'Wait just a moment and you will,' he assured, his voice barely audible.
They lay silent for a moment longer and then Darleen felt Greg's body tense next to her as a soft, low murmur broke from the cabin below.
'Ooooooh Martin, your fingers feels good between my legs like that.' Her words were broken by the soft
