She gazed lustily at his crisp blue-black bush and his swollen rosy balls and the healthy white pole of his hard young dick. Dear God, if it weren’t for Phil… Manuel gently took her hand and laid it on his rigid hot meat. Her fingers trembled. He pressed her hand against his cock, then took his hand away.
“Touch me,” he whispered, “play with me. Play with my cock, Ms. Brandon!”
She was powerless to do otherwise. Wild homes couldn’t have dragged her away now. She still vowed she wouldn’t fuck him, but she could at least have a little fun. Sighing, helpless cunt cream running down her legs, she curled her fingers around his superb young prick and started to pump it.
“Yes,” Manuel sighed, “play with me… I wish you’d kiss it, too, lick it.”
She leaned closer, brushing her lips over the silky taut flesh of his erect dick. Saliva rushed to her mouth, and she knew she was going to have to eat his cock, she just couldn’t resist. She stuck out her tongue and, gently lapped up some of his bubbling juice. It tasted great, and she hungrily went for more, digging her tongue tip into his oozing cock-mouth.
“Yes, that’s it, Mrs. Brandon,” Manuel moaned, “lick my cock, eat it! Take me in your mouth!”
She eased the big stiff prick between her lips, taking in as much of it as she could. She sucked it in gradually, till the creaming knobby head butted her throat. All the while Manuel moaned softly and steadily. When she started to suck his meat in quick greedy motions, he gasped.
“Yes, that’s good, that’s what I want,” he panted. “Suck me a little, darling.”
Well, she’d cross that bridge when she came to it. No point in telling him now that she had no intention of ever fucking anyone but Phil. She just enjoyed herself, sucking loudly and wetly on his delicious slick cock. She could have gone on like that for hours, but after a while Manuel got impatient.
He jerked his cock out of her mouth and, without a word, pushed her down onto her back. He wasn’t rough, but he definitely meant business. Karen gave a squeak of surprise and protest, but he wasn’t listening. He was just very very intent on getting laid. He flattened himself heavily onto her and started to poke the big hard head of his cock between her legs.
“Manuel, my God, noooo,” she gasped.
She wanted it urgently, but her conscience wouldn’t let her fuck Manuel or any other man but her husband. She fought to get out from under him, and he fought to penetrate her. Then suddenly they heard someone coming, and they vaulted apart and pulled on their swimming suits as fast as they could.
“I’m still going to fuck you, you know, Mrs. Brandon,” Manuel hissed just before Harry and Luann stepped out onto the deck.
Karen blushed and raced for her cabin.
CHAPTER FIVE
Karen knew she’d almost fucked Manuel, and she felt so guilty about it, she couldn’t look Phil in the eye the next day. She’d, come so close to committing adultery, it scared her. She felt like she needed to get off alone somewhere and think—and in the afternoon Harry Rosen provided her with the chance…
“What lucky person wants to go into port and do some shopping?” Harry asked as they all lounged around after lunch. “We’ve gotta have more booze.”
They all moaned, except for Karen, who said, “I’ll be glad to go, Harry. Just give me a list of what you need.”
“Honey, are you sure you can manage?” Phil said. “This is a Mexican town you’ll be going to, and you don’t know any Spanish.”
“No problem,” said Harry. “Manuel will be taking her in, and he can interpret.”
Karen blushed. She hadn’t realized that Manuel would be going along on the trip. But it was too late now to back out. Nervous and uneasy, but committed to going, she went below and changed into a modest cotton dress. When she came back on deck, Manuel had lowered a small speedboat for their trip into port.
“You be careful, now,” Phil said as he helped her into the smaller boat. “Manuel, you take good care of my wife.”
“Oh, I will, Mr. Brandon,” said Manuel. “I promise.”
Karen detected no sarcasm in the steward’s voice, but hehad to be thinking of yesterday when he replied to Phil. He had to be thinking of how he’d gotten all Karen’s clothes off, how he’d licked the most intimate parts of her body, and how she’d hungrily and shamelessly licked his cock and sucked it. Poor Phil, he had no idea of the amusement he must have given to Manuel.
“Are you sure Karen will be safe on shore?” Phil asked Harry as Manuel prepared the speedboat for departure.
“Don’t you worry about a thing, Phil,” Harry said. “These people are very friendly—especially when a stranger has good old American dollars to spend. Besides, Manuel knows how to handle himself.”
“I guess you’re right, Harry.”
Karen felt bitterly ashamed of herself as Manuel took the little boat rapidly away from Harry’s yacht. Phil’s concern made her feel so guilty. He was a good man, even if he was a lousy lover, and she had damned near cheated on him yesterday with Manuel.
Oh, hell, why mince words? She HAD cheated on Phil in her heart—she just hadn’t had time to go all the way in reality. Sure, she’d fought Manuel when he tried to stick his cock into her, but how long would she have held out? When she was honest with herself, she knew she would soon have opened her legs for the handsome steward, welcoming his stiff ready meat.
Well, no more of that.
She really didn’t have to wary today anyhow. There wasn’t much Manuel could do in the little boat or in town. He might cop a few feels, make a few remarks, but he couldn’t try to seduce her. She’d just get the shopping done as quickly as possible and then get back to Phil. She wouldn’t let Manuel affect her, wouldn’t make the same mistake as yesterday.
Manuel steered the speedboat and said nothing to her till they rounded a rocky finger of land and the yacht was out of sight. Then he slowed the engine to a putter and just drifted along. Karen turned to him, puzzled, and saw that he was grinning at her.
“I know a place where we can pull in,” he said, “a beach where nobody comes and nobody can see us. This time we won’t be interrupted. I’ll make love to you…”
“No, Manuel,” Karen said coldly. “I won’t ever make love to you. I won’t cheat on my husband—I already told you that. Now let’s get into town. We have shopping to do.”
Manuel’s grin faded and he frowned at her. “Are you serious?” he said. “Here we have the perfect opportunity to ball without then finding out, and you won’t do it?”
“That’s right,” said Karen, “I won’t. I couldn’t live with my conscience if I did, Manuel. I love my husband, and I won’t be unfaithful to him.”
Manuel made a snorting noise of disgust. “That’s bullshit,” he said. “I know you want me. Yesterday—well, I could tell. You were hot for me. If they hadn’t interrupted, you would have let me fuck you.”
Karen blushed and hung her head, knowing this was true. “Let’s not discuss it any further, Manuel,” she said. “You won’t change my mind. Now, please, let’s be on our way.”
For a moment he looked as if he wanted to slap her, but then he sighed, shrugged, and started up the engine again. Karen breathed a sigh of relief as the boat proceeded faster on its way. In the far distance she could see the little coastal village where they would do the shopping.
Suddenly, however, Manuel swung the boat into a cove and cut the motor. They quickly drifted out of sight of any passersby. The cove had high rocky walls and a tiny white beach, all well hidden. This must be the place Manuel had mentioned—but, damnit, she’d told him not to go there. She’d told him to take her straight to town.
“Manuel,” she said angrily, “just what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He laughed, not bothered by her anger. “I think I’m about to get into your pants,” he said rudely.
Karen’s face flamed. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” she said. “I’ll tell Harry when we get back.”
“Oh, I don’t think you will,” said Manuel, unbuttoning his shirt, “because then you’d have to explain why I
