He cupped her tender hot tits and rubbed his thumbs over her pretty pink nipples, stimulating them into taut erection. It was very unusual for him to play with her boobs, to do any foreplay at all, and Karen luxuriated in it, leaning back against him and purring like a contented cat. She dug watching her tits slowly swell up white and fat with arousal, watching her nipples get hard under Phil’s naughty massage.
“Ummmmm, we should do this more often,” she sighed.
“Now you’re being a devil,” Phil said, laughing nervously with a touch of his old prudishness.
She couldn’t push it too far, go too fast. If she was ever to change her husband into a red-hot lover, it was going to take time and patience. She decided to leave well enough alone for now. She wiggled her silky taut ass against his straining cock and smiled at him in the mirror. Phil smiled back as he played with her tits.
His cock was very hard, hugging his belly, and it was beginning to ooze horny hot juice. When Karen felt that scalding juice running down the crease of her ass, running right over her bumhole, she got yew excited. Her mouth flooded, and she wanted urgently to turn around and stick his cock in her mouth, to eat up that dribbling cock cream but she knew Phil wouldn’t approve. He thought cock-sucking was perverse. Oh, if only he could understand what he was missing…
“Honey, let’s go over to the bed,” he panted.
Karen could have used a lot more foreplay. All he’d done was fiddle with her tits for a few minutes, and she was tempted to beg him for more. She resisted. She knew Phil suffered from years of puritanical conditioning from his parents. He thought just about everything about sex was wicked and evil. She was lucky he even balled. With a sigh she started for the bed.
“Gosh, I don’t know, what came over me,” Phil laughed. “I don’t usually get carried away like this.”
I know, I know, Karen thought wistfully.
No, he was usually completely in control of himself. She remembered one time when they were balling and the bedside phone had rung. Her impulse was to ignore it, but Phil snatched it up and talked for ten minutes about a case he was working on, his cock stuck in Karen’s frustrated creaming cunt. She’d found it very hard to forgive him for that incident.
Well, there weren’t any phones in this cabin, so she didn’t have that to worry about. She led the way over to the bed, and then on impulse she just dropped forward and rested her hands on the bed, keeping her feet on the floor. She presented him with her pretty pale round butt and just a glimpse of her sweet moist pink slit.
“Go ahead, dear,” she cooed. “I’m ready.”
She couldn’t see his face, but she could sense Phil’s consternation. Poor uptight baby, he probably didn’t know how to do it in anything but the missionary position. He hesitated a moment, then cleared his throat before speaking.
“You, uh, want me to do it like THAT?” he said.
“Why, yes, if you don’t mind,” Karen said innocently. “I thought it might make an interesting change.”
She held her breath, waiting for Phil to object. As a lawyer he was very good at that. She waited for him to tell her that only animals did it in that position, that it was perverse, wicked and unnatural. She waited for him to think of some reason not to change his routine.
To her relief, he said, “Oh, okay, if you want.” He really must be turned on. It was the first time in their marriage that they’d made love any other way than with him on top. Karen’s cunt glowed and moistened with genuine excitement as she felt Phil seizing her slim hips to steady himself—and then the hard hot head of his cock nosing between her legs.
“Oh, yes, darling,” she purred, “do it to me…”
Phil was actually panting. He rarely got so excited about balling. His hands sweated on her hips as she worked the fat head of his stiffened dick into the wet mouth of her cunt. Karen gave a hoarse moan of excitement as he started pushing into her, his thick silky cock slowly and deliciously stuffing her thoroughly aroused box.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed, “oh, Phil, yes!”
“Oh, Christ,” Phil whined.
He shoved his achingly swollen prick all the way to her womb, and then, with a bellow of excitement—he came.
“Ahhhhhhh,” he sighed.
Karen was too stunned for a moment even to get angry. She just couldn’t believe it had happened. He’d done all he could to arouse her, to let her know how horny he was, to get her into bed—and then he’d left her high and dry. He must have come less than ten seconds after entering her. She could have screamed with frustration.
“Gee, I’m sorry, honey,” he said mildly, pulling his limp wet cock out of her, “I guess I got carried away. That couldn’t have been too much fun for you.”
No shit, Karen thought wearily.
Of course it was nothing unusual. Phil always came before she could get off. Who did he think she was, Wonder Woman? She felt anger boiling up inside her, anger she couldn’t control after so many years of disappointment in bed. She stood up and marched to the closet and grabbed a dress.
“Phil,” she said stiffly as she got into the dress, “things are going to have to change in this marriage. I can’t take it any more.”
He gawked at her. “Honey, what do you mean?” he said frantically. “Please explain.”
“I mean…” Karen began.
Just then there was loud knocking at their cabin door, followed by Harry’s booming jovial voice. “Hey, come on, you two. You’re holding up the party.”
“Be right there, Harry,” Phil called back.
They hurried into their clothes and went up on deck. They hadn’t had a chance to discuss their marriage, but they both knew it would happen later. Phil looked worried and Karen looked angry. She happened to catch Manuel’s eye and saw him grinning. Damn him, HE knew what the trouble was. She and Phil took deck chairs and accepted drinks from the tray Manuel was handing around. Then the dark-skinned steward disappeared into the wheelhouse.
“I asked Manuel to leave us alone,” Harry said with a sly grin, “because we’re gonna want some privacy tonight. For our last night out, I got a little surprise. I just hope all you folks are ready for some fun.”
There was a murmur of agreement from everybody, because nobody said no to Harry Rosen. But Karen was puzzled. Just what did he mean? Absently she downed her drink and accepted another from Harry, who had taken over as bartender. The second drink seemed stronger than the one Manuel had given her, but she downed it, too. She was purposely getting drunk, and she noticed that Phil was doing the same.
As a matter of fact, everybody seemed to be tying one on tonight. The booze was flowing like Niagara Falls. Perhaps it was because tomorrow they had to go home, back to work, back to reality. Certainly they were all making a frantic attempt to enjoy their last night on Harry’s yacht. “That’s the way to go, folks,” Harry chuckled, preparing another round of drinks. “This’ll take your mind off your troubles. Let’s have a little music, too, okay?”
Another murmur of agreement. Harry pressed a button on a small tape machine, and low but sensual music came out. Karen leaned back in her deck chair with a big sigh, finally relaxing. Just for a few hours she intended to forget her guilt, have a few drinks, maybe get Phil to dance with her. Yes, that would be nice, a little dancing. She started to stand up—and found that she couldn’t. Those drinks had been stronger than she thought. She could hardly move in her chair. She was very drunk all of a sudden. Looking over at Phil, she saw a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face that told her he was drunk, too.
“Now, boys and girls,” Harry said with a boozy giggle, “we’re gonna play a little game. I never let my guests get bored. I always think of something they’ve never done before. So tonight we’re gonna make it with brand new people, okay? That’s why I got these mats spread out here.”
Karen noticed the soft, mats spread around the deck. She understood that Harry wanted them to have an orgy. He wanted them to take new partners, people they’d never fucked before, and make love right there on the deck in front of each other. Ordinarily the suggestion would, have shocked her right out of her socks, but after all those drinks it didn’t affect her one way or another, except to sound mildly amusing.
Okay, Harry, she thought placidly, whatever you want.
Everybody else seemed to share her calm acceptance. They were just sitting in theft chairs smiling or giggling like little kids. Even Phil had a grin on his face, and his horn-rimmed glasses were a little crooked on his nose. He was looking at Harry as if he hadn’t quite trusted his ears.
