hoarse helpless voice.
“Yes, baby, yes, yesss,” she cried, “I’m coming… ohhhhhh…”
Karen could have wept with envy. Instead she went on rubbing her clit grimly and managed to bring herself off just about the time that Harry moaned and shot his load. It wasn’t much of an orgasm for Karen, nothing compared to the powerful pleasure Luann had experienced, but it was better than nothing at all. She recovered quickly and watched with envy as the satisfied couple curled up in each other’s arms and drifted off to sleep. Phil always turned away from her after they fucked.
Suddenly she heard someone coming down the corridor. She jumped to her feet quickly, blushing hotly. It was Manuel, coming from the deck. My God, how long had he been standing in the corridor? Had he seen her? What if he’d watched her spying on the captain and frigging herself? She’d die of shame…
His eyes seemed to mock her as he said, “Still awake, Mrs. Brandon? May I get you a sleeping pill?”
“N-no, no, thank you, Manuel,” she stammered, “I was just going to bed.”
She hurried to her cabin, still wondering how much the steward had seen. Dear God, she just had to get hold of herself. Being caught like that could ruin Phil’s career. Yet she couldn’t seem to get rid of her endless overpowering lust…
CHAPTER THREE
For most of the next day Manuel sailed the boat, the men talked business, and the women were left to amuse themselves as best they could. Luann spent nearly three hours giving herself a manicure. Penny Green drank gin and read thrillers. Karen tried to improve her tan, but she found that she had roving eyes. No matter where she lay on the deck, there was always a man in a swimming suit to look at—and she couldn’t help looking.
There was no point in denying it any longer, no point in trying to suppress it—she was starved for a decent sex life. She could tell it from the outlandish way she was thinking and behaving. Her lust for Manuel, her spying last night through the keyhole, her compulsion to stare at the men’s crotches—all of it reflected her aching lust, her need to get really well laid.
That was clear enough, but what was she going to do about it? She’d told herself over and over again that she’d never be an unfaithful wife. Adultery and swinging seemed to be the style nowadays, but she didn’t believe in it. She loved Phil in spite of his unimaginative love-making, and she didn’t want to hurt him.
So if he wasn’t taking proper care of her in bed, there was only one thing to do—take care of herself. Perhaps she could get herself a vibrator or a dildo or… But, thinking these thoughts, Karen inwardly moaned. She didn’t want some artificial device to get off with. She wanted a flesh-and-blood man. She wanted a real live stiff cock that would stay stiff long enough to make her come.
Was that really asking so much?
She remembered last night, watching Harry Rosen fuck Luann. Even at fifty Harry could hang in there long enough to bring his lady off—so why couldn’t Phil do the same? Harry helped Luann by getting her hotly aroused before they balled, eating her pussy—things Phil refused to do. That was the kind of lover Karen wanted and needed.
Her unhappy musings were interrupted when Manuel called them all to lunch. She noticed that as she approached the table, the dark-skinned steward looked pointedly at her cleavage and then right into her eyes. Karen couldn’t help blushing. She still wondered if he’d seen her last night, if he knew she’d been frigging herself and watching Harry and Luann ball.
“A cocktail before lunch, Mrs. Brandon?”
Manuel said softly.
“No, thank you, Manuel,” Karen said.
She had to keep her wits about her. Too many drinks and she might just jump on the nearest man and try to rape him! Damn it all, if she and Phil could have just one decent fuck during this whole trip, it would do wonders in easing her tension. Her poor pussy felt permanently swollen with need.
“Well, I’ll have a cocktail,” Penny Green said loudly.
She looked a little miffed, and Karen didn’t much blame her. Instead of tending to the other guests, Manuel was still staring at Karen’s tits. Were they that conspicuous? She glanced down quickly. She’d thrown a tight pink jersey on over her bikini bra, and she saw now that her nipples were hard and pointed, sticking out blatant under the clinging jersey. They, were hard with lust, as she well knew. She blushed and Manuel finally turned away.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Green,” he said. “What may I bring you?”
“What I’ve been drinking all morning,” Penny said gruffly, “gin and lime.”
“Honey, don’t you think you should knock it off for a while?” said Roger, her lean blond husband.
“What for?” said Penny, who was already feeling no pain. “You guys are gonna talk shop the whole time, so what does it matter if I get drunk?”
“Penny, honey…” Roger began, looking uncomfortable.
“Now, now, you two,” Harry interrupted with a laugh, “No fighting on my ship. I want Penny to have a good time, Roger, so just get off the lady’s back. She’s tight—the girls don’t have much to do while we’ll talking business, so why shouldn’t she get a buzz on?”
“Whatever you say, Harry,” Roger replied Roger and Penny didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the meal, though they smiled and talked with everyone else. Penny put down the drinks like they were water, and by the end of lunch she could hardly stand up. Karen felt embarrassed for her, and when Penny started weaving toward the door, Karen hurried over and put an arm around her.
“Lot me help you to your cabin, Penny,” she said.
“Good idea,” Penny hiccuped. “Take a nap.”
“Yes, that would be a good idea,” Karen said soothingly.
She helped Penny to her cabin and got her to lie down on the bed. “Fucking Roger,” Penny muttered, “doesn’t have any time for me. I’m so horny I could die.”
Karen blushed at the woman’s language, but she knew perfectly well what Penny meant. She felt the same way. But Penny was lucky. At least she was drunk enough to fall asleep and forget her problem for a while. Karen would just have to go on looking at all those men in swimming trunks and eating her heart out.
The door opened, and Roger Green walked in, frowning. “Thanks for helping out with my wife,” he said to Karen, “but I’d like to be alone with her now, if you don’t mind.”
“Of course,” said Karen.
She left the cabin, closing the door behind her, but the moment she closed it, the Greens started yelling at each other so loud that she could hear it in the corridor. She glanced around, but there was no one else nearby, so she went with her curiosity and eavesdropped.
“You drunken slut,” Roger Green was shouting, “how dare you embarrass me in front of my boss?”
“How dare you bring me along on this trip and then ignore me?” Penny shot back. “I’m not just decoration, Roger, I’m a human being—and I’m HORNY. My God, if you could just give me fifteen minutes in bed, you’d solve both out problems.”
“In other words,” Roger said grimly, “if I ball you, you’ll shut up?”
“You got it, baby,” Penny said. “Make love to me now, Roger, and I’ll just drop off to sleep like a good girl and not bother you all afternoon.”
“All right, all right, dammit,” Roger said, “Jesus Christ, why can’t you be more like Luann? She just keeps her mouth shut and does whatever Harry tells her.”
“That’s because she has no brains,” Penny said cattily. “If Harry didn’t tell her to shit, she wouldn’t know how. Anyhow, to hell with Luann. Let’s get undressed.”
Karen felt a somehow familiar excitement building up in her as she listened to the Greens. Just like last night when she’d heard Harry and Luann romping around, she couldn’t resist the urge to spy. Again checking to see that no one else was near, she dropped to her knees before the Greens’ cabin door and peered through the keyhole.
She was in luck. She had a perfect view of the bed. Roger, looking annoyed and impatient, was unknotting his tie. Penny, looking flushed and excited, had just kicked off her shoes and was unbuttoning the front of her low-cut
