Well, thought Karen…
She certainly was moving in fast company if it was considered okay to jack off your boyfriend in public. She supposed she ought to ignore it, but she was fascinated with what Luann was doing, and she kept sneaking looks. Luann’s hand moved faster and faster as she massaged and frigged Harry’s cock. Karen tried to imagine doing the same thing to Phil, but she knew it’d never happen. Phil would be scandalized if she tried anything like that. He hardly believed in any foreplay at all, let alone public displays of lust. In fact though she hated to admit it, her husband was a prig.
After about five minutes of that naughty massage, Luann drew her hand out of Harry’s trunks—and left behind an enormous erection. Again Karen couldn’t help looking and blushing. The guy’s crotch was hugely and stiffly tented by his hardened prick. Luann really knew her stuff. Harry gave a long low sigh as she took her hand away, and then he quickly got up and headed for the cabin.
“Luann and I are gonna have a little nap before dinner, folks,” he said. “You just ask Manuel for anything you want. We’ll see you in an hour or so.”
Everyone else nodded casually. Apparently only Karen knew just what kind of “nap” Harry had in mind. She found herself burning with envy of Luann, wishing that she was going below with an eager lover. My God, she could use it! She thought of them down there in the master cabin, Harry’s long rigid prick sliding into Luann’s moist eager cunt! Just thinking about it, she experienced dizzying lust. That did it—she just had to get laid.
“Phil,” she said huskily, “I think a nap would be a good idea for us, too.”
He took his pipe out of his mouth and gawked at her. “But, honey,” he said, “there’s a fantastic view here. I’m not at all tired—we got plenty of sleep last night.”
Karen suppressed a moan of impatience. “Phil, darling,” she said, “trust me. You need a nap. And I want to talk to you alone.”
She said it all in a low voice, so the Greens couldn’t hear, and she kept a smile on her face—but Phil got the message. Karen didn’t ask for much from him, but when she really wanted something she let him know it. He knocked out his pipe, got up, stretched, and spoke to the Greens.
“I think Karen and I’ll catch a little nap, too,” he said casually. “We’ll see you at dinner.”
To his astonishment, Penny Green broke into a loud laugh. “Oh, we know what you two are up to,” she said. “Have fun.”
Karen blushed and hurried to their cabin. Phil came after her looking puzzled. “What do you suppose Penny Green meant by that remark?” he said.
Karen looked at him wistfully, wondering if he could really be that dense. “Why, I don’t know, darling,” she said, moving up close to him. “It doesn’t matter anyhow.”
She kissed him, wriggling her slick little tongue gently and teasingly into his mouth. She put her arms around him and rubbed her stiff-nippled tits against his bare chest, ground her belly against his. She could feel her hungry cunt creaming steadily now, moistening the crotch of her bikini. She broke the kiss with a loud sigh.
“So what did you want to talk to me about?” said Phil.
“Oh, my God,” said Karen, “I can’t believe you.”
“What do you mean, honey?” he said, genuinely puzzled. “I don’t understand.”
Karen sighed. “I guess you really don’t understand, do you, Phil?” she said wearily. “Well, let me enlighten you. There’s a whole world out there and you don’t seem to have discovered. It’s called sex. That’s why Harry and Luann went below—to get it on, not to nap. That’s why I wanted you alone. I need you, Phil. Is that clear enough?”
He blushed right down to his toes. “Oh,” he said. “Oh, I see.”
“You just take a moment and get used to the idea,” Karen said patiently. “I’m sure you’ll remember how it’s done.”
She didn’t mean to be unkind, but sometimes she wondered about Phil. He was so wrapped up in his career that he never seemed to think about sex unless she reminded him. Well, she was certainly going to remind him now. She’d already told him what she wanted—and now she started doing a slow striptease just for him. that ought to get him interested.
There was a full-length mirror in the cabin, and Karen could watch herself as she undressed. She saw a moderately tall slim blonde with pert pretty features and an excellent figure. She would have liked to have had boobs as big as Luann’s, but you can’t have everything, and her own grapefruit-size tits were perfectly fine. No, there was nothing at all wrong with her body—except that it attracted everyone but her husband.
Slowly, her chest thrust out impudently in Phil’s direction, Karen untied her bikini bra and let it drop to the floor. Her pale round tits jigged out into their natural shape, firm and globular. Her nipples were dainty, pink, and pointed with arousal. She moved up close to Phil for a moment and rubbed her stiff little nipples against his bare chest, then backed off again and started inching down her bikini bottoms.
Phil had at least taken his pipe out of his mouth and was looking at her. But his crotch wasn’t tented the way Harry’s had been.
“Darling,” Karen said with an impish grin, “don’t look so solemn. I’m just suggesting that we make love.”
“But it’s the middle of the afternoon,” Phil said disapprovingly. “Couldn’t it wait til tonight?”
“No,” Karen said angrily, “it can’t. Dammit, Phil, do we always have to do things according to a schedule? I get horny when my body says so, not when the clock says so.”
Phil was blushing—she’d said a naughty word.
Dammit, couldn’t she do anything to shake up this puritan husband of hers? Determinedly Karen thrust her belly forward and inched down her bikini panties, very slowly unveiling her pretty golden muff, a small dainty triangle of fur. Phil’s eyes went to her gleaming bush—but his cock stayed small.
Her bikini bottoms slithered down her long tan legs, and she stepped out of the garment, slim and naked and ready. Phil was still standing there like a dummy. If she was going to get fucked, she’d have to do more to arouse him. Was the man made of ice? Sometimes she wondered.
“Phil,” she sighed, “don’t you ever think about sex?”
“Sure,” he said coolly. “I’m a perfectly normal guy.”
“Oh, I know that,” she said. “I know you don’t go for guys or anything like that. But it just seems like you aren’t interested in making love very much.”
He shrugged, as if it were no big deal. “I guess I’m just wrapped up in my work,” he said.
Karen suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him and seized the waistband of his trunks. She could see that words would have no effect on him, so she decided on a little surprise. Phil always kept their sex simple and didn’t like much foreplay, but maybe this would appeal to him for a change. She’d never done it to him before.
She’d touched his cock, but she’d never used her mouth on it. She trembled with excitement as she thought about the little surprise she had in mind…
“Honey, what are you doing?” Phil said. “I can take off my own bathing suit. Besides? I’m not sure I feel like making love just now.”
“You will, dear,” Karen said. “Just give me one minute, okay? You can give your own wife one minute of your time, can’t you, Phil?”
“All right,” he said, “but I don’t understand what you’re trying to prove.”
Karen grimly rolled down his bathing suit and got it off. His cock was utterly limp, pale and dangling soft. Still it was the only cock she knew, the only one she’d ever seen or touched, and just the sight of it made her pussy swell up hot and aching with need. Moaning softly, Karen slipped her hand under her husband’s flaccid prick and raised it gently to her lips.
She stuck out her gleaming wet pink tongue and began to lick Phil’s doughy pale dick. It was a handsome cock, milky-white with delicate blue veins and a dull-rose head, springing from a crisp neat bush of brown tight curls. His balls were attractive, too, bright rosy bags of flesh that quivered delicately as she worked. She licked hungrily, wetly, up and down his soft warm prick.
“Karen,” he gasped, “you don’t have to.”
That was as far as he got. Karen grinned to herself. Either she’d totally blown his mind by licking his cock for the first time, or else he was digging it so much he couldn’t talk. At least she’d finally gotten his mind off business. Her powerful lust impelled her to do even more wicked things to him, and with a hungry moan she suddenly sucked his whole limp cock into her mouth.
