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Cindy & I – Part 2Chapter 5: Lake Tour Waking in the morning we cuddled and kissed many times. “Morning wife.”She giggled, “Morning husband.” I threw the sheet back and bent down. Cindy grabbed me and in a hushed voice pleaded, “No, please don’t! I’m still not sure about that, besides I gotta pee.”She hadn’t pulled me away. I paused to consider then said firmly, “I only want to say good morning, please let me.”She released me with an, “Eww.” I lightly kissed the closed lips and said, “Morning Penelope.”Cindy was still for a few moments, then she slid off the bed to go to the bathroom. I was feeling mildly guilty by the time she returned but said nothing. She returned to cuddle with me and offered, “Hon, I know you’ve wanted to, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry about last night too. It just happened, and it wasn’t you.””Cindy I’m not sorry. I can see how you didn’t intend to with Fred, but I’m just happy it did happen. You did kiss me, and I got to kiss you.””Oooh, you wonderful crazy guy.” She kissed me hard. “I love you so much.” Moving her hand down Cindy took hold of my morning semi. Okay, more than a semi. Her touch removed any doubt. After a few moments her head slid down my chest to rest on my lower abdomen. She felt my cock all over as she viewed it closely. “I’m sorry I’ve been so pig headed.” She kissed the crown. “I guess kissing is okay.” She kissed the top of the shaft at that little ridge. “I still don’t like the idea of, oral oral.” Kiss. “But kissing,” she added as she kissed a different spot then another, “is different.” Moving her head up a bit she squarely kissed the tip. “Morning Wilbur, Cindy greeted, then quickly pecked again before sitting up.”Go pee, I’m gonna get coffee.” I got up and started to leave. “Do you think we should put something on today or stay like this?” she queried. Pausing, I turned to look at my lovely wife, my preference I already knew. “I’m comfortable if you are, but I’ll go with whatever you decide. You’re gorgeous either way,” then left.I opted to shower while I was there. Leaving the bathroom, I saw Cindy leaning back against the counter sipping her coffee. When the sexy nude vision saw me, she grinned and merely remarked, “Less laundry.”I walked over and kissed my cute wife then grabbed the coffee she’d poured for me. Realizing she’d not had time to brew a pot, I asked, “Fred’s gone I take it?”Moving to sit at the table Cindy replied, “Apparently, he must really like fishing.”I joined her and we sipped. With a partial caffeine fix I started a fresh pot. When it finished brewing I suggested, “Let’s go see how he’s doing. Bring your cup.” I took mine and the pot of coffee and we walked down to the dock.Fred was sitting in a folding lawn chair as he fished. He must have had it stored in the boathouse. “Good morning,” he called out without turning. I went to his right side to fill his coffee mug and Cindy moved to his left. “Morning Mr. Wilkins,” she replied, then bent and gave him a healthy kiss. As she started to rise she glanced at me. I thought I saw a question in her eye so I nodded slightly. My wife hesitated then crouched down and planted a kiss right on his cock, “Morning Moby,” then stood with an embarrassed giggle.Fred slowly turned toward her. He looked right at her mound, then like in slow motion, up to her face. Reaching to place his left hand on her bum, he pulled her closer. She didn’t resist but did place her hands over her face. Fred kissed my wife’s pussy, then again more firmly. “Morning Penelope.” He stood and kissed her soundly, “Morning Cindy,” and then hugged her close. Pressed together, he lowered his other hand to hold each of Cindy’s butt cheeks, Penelope and Moby were now embraced.Turning to me he offered, “Oh, morning George.” I chuckled and my wife giggled. She pushed away and playfully slapped Fred’s chest. He waved graciously at the chair and made a deep bow, “Madam please be seated.”She giggled again, “Why thank you kind sir.” He touched his hand with hers and daintily held it as she sat.We drank our coffee as we watched the sun rise further and sparkle the water with its rays. Fred turned away, “Guess it’s not appropriate to piss in the water, so I’m heading up.” Cindy and I chuckled as he left. She reached up her hand and, happily taking the hint, I held it. We didn’t speak for a while, then jolting what had become my rather dazed mind, Cindy asked, “George, why did you indicate I should kiss Mr. Wilkins’ Moby?””Huh? Um, well, you kinda looked at me like you were asking if it was okay, so…””I looked at you because I realized I’d maybe kissed him too well, you know, because of last night.””Oh dear.” I think my hand loosened in hers. I was taken aback.”Yeah, oh dear.” She gripped my hand harder.We were silent, then both of us started to speak at the same time. I managed to apologize. Cindy stood and hugged me. “Don’t, you didn’t become upset last night. I can’t be upset now. I guess it wasn’t so bad.””You giggled after,” I said softly, but instantly realized she might take it as teasing.”That’s ‘cus I was being naughty.””Naughty fun?”A long silence followed, then, “Maybe, but bending to do it my head was bursting. It felt like my whole body was red. I was so nervous, anxious.””Oh Cindy.” I kissed her. “I’m so sorry I misunderstood.””I misunderstood too,” she offered.Silent as I thought how to make her feel better, I decided on the one up note, “But you did giggle.”She lightly socked my ear then kissed me. “Okay, I giggled. It was a fun I suppose, but naughty.”It became apparent Fred wasn’t coming back so we put away his fishing stuff and chair and headed up. On the way my curiosity caused me to inquire, “How do you feel about Fred kissing your, um, Penelope?”She stopped walking. “I don’t know, it wasn’t as horrible as I was certain it would be this time yesterday.””That’s good then?” Turning to me Cindy admonished, “I didn’t say it was good. It just wasn’t as awful as I always thought. Your kinda making me let you, started, it, my mind, whatever.”I started us walking again before making my final point. “Cindy I love you. Not just your mind or personality, not just your wonderful eyes, or face. I love all of you, and your cute pussy is part of that.”Stopping, my wife tenderly hugged and kissed me. “You can’t kiss my mind, like for real, but sometimes it feels like you do.” She hugged me tight. “My heart for sure… I love you so much George, and I’m grateful you feel the the same.” Cindy kissed me deeply. “You know for a guy sometimes you come out with the sweetest things.”Almost on the porch of the cottage, Cindy concluded by softly saying,”I guess it’s okay.”Fred was sitting at the table and saw us walk in hand in hand. “Thought you two decided to visit Tom.” We laughed. “Wouldn’t his customers love that,” I joked as we sat down as well.We chatted and had more coffee that we reheated. Fred stood as Cindy started to rise. He let us know he was off to shower. “Oh okay, I was just going to have one. I’ll grab mine after,” she commented.Fred headed for the bathroom, teasing, “Wouldn’t mind having my back washed, miss that.”Cindy turned to me with mouth open and eyes large. I found it both cute and humorous so I couldn’t help but chuckle.”That’s only something I’d do with you George.””Mmm yes, and it’s always fun, and really nice.”Relaxing her facial expression, a mild smirk formed, “And sexy.””Yup.” I paused. “Fun but intimate.””He couldn’t really mean that then, could he?””Actually, I think he did.” Cindy gasped a little. “You’ve already,” I gave a small shrug, “explored each other.””What?” She saw me trying not to look at her. About four seconds later my wife stood up. “Why don’t you start breakfast. I’m going to shower.”I glanced at the stove and sighed, “Why not.” I got out the bacon and started it in a pan, got out the rest then thought about my favorite breakfast side, home fries. Considering the limited time I opted to cut potatoes into small wedges and started nuking them. I heard Cindy giggle. Giggles and more giggles came from the bath area as I looked at the partition panels, smiling. Those partial walls certainly let sound carry. She began speaking but her words were broken. “Ooh, hey,” followed a few moments later by, “Yipes… Mr. Wilkins, that’s naughty… you’re… so… bad.” The sounds became a blur to my wildly imagining mind. I did hear my wife cry out in orgasm at some point. Though mildly concerned, I smiled, figuring Fred had stroked her.The water shut off and it remained quiet for a fair while. Suddenly I heard Cindy roar with laughter. “Really… You are absolutely crazy. Mr. Wilkins, you’re crazy, but I, like, you… Uh-uh, Ooh. Huh… I um, only a second… Shh.” Silence then more giggles. Shaking my head and chuckling I figured I may have had time to boil those potatoes after all. Bacon done, I put the taters to brown in the fat, put some toast down and started frying eggs in a small pan.They were laughing as they came out and sat down. With one look at my curious smile, Cindy plunked her forehead down on her arms and totally lost it. She was roaring in laughter. Fred was grinning and chuckling. I was super curious now.Fred helped me finish up and we placed everything on the table. Cindy was trying to calm herself down, gasping breaths, laughing, gasping then chuckling before finally lifting her head. She looked and saw me, looked at Fred and lost it again. Tears were running down her face. Finally she went to the bathroom to blow her nose. Returning, she tried very hard to control her breathing and not laugh.We began to eat silently but I was intrigued. “What?” I finally asked.”I can’t right now,” my wife said quickly, purposely not looking at me. “If I do I’ll get started again. I’ll tell you everything, honest, but later. Okay hon?” she finished with a quick glance my way.Seeing the earnest look in her eyes but mostly I think her saying “hon” helped to let it rest. I nodded and we finished our food without any further ado. I went to shave while Cindy and Fred started in on the dishes.Done with my personal duties, I sat at the table looking at the rear view of the big man that was Fred and the ever so lovely back, bum and legs of the smaller framed, shorter, woman who was my wife. I loved her so. Should I be upset that she’d almost certainly had an orgasm with Fred? I’d already assumed that they’d touched each other and that he’d probably stroked her off. Was I being too cool about everything? Should I be the jealous husband? No, that would be immature, overbearing. Fred wasn’t going to replace me but… I didn’t understand myself. Hell, I understood women even less.Cindy and Fred came to sit. “Mr. Wilkins suggested a tour of the lake this morning. I told him I was about fished out for a bit. Is that okay?””Um sure, sounds like fun.”Fred added, “We can still fish this afternoon.” I nodded. “Okay, I’m going to sc**** my face and we’ll go.”Cindy and I went to get dressed. I grinned to myself when, after taking out a pair of panties, she considered them a moment then tossed them back in her bag and dressed sans underwear. Shaking my head I thought, another first, so with a shrug, I took mine off again to wear only shorts and a t-shirt too. Fred came out and saw us waiting in the kitchen area. “Going someplace formal?” he asked with a straight face. He was still nude but had some clothing in his hand.”Huh?” I think we both said at the same time.”We aren’t likely to see anyone until perhaps the last leg.”Cindy and I looked at each other and blank faces turned to smirks. Off came our clothes and we carried them as we headed off to the boat, Fred behind us.Starting down I took my wife’s hand. She glanced at me and began, “We washed each others hair. It was funny, both of us trying to do that at the same time. Then he washed my back while we were still facing each other. It was hard to do his that way, especially at the same time. He got to my bum and I thought okay, but then he slid his fingers down the middle.”I hesitated my step while recalling a yipe or a giggle. Cindy was looking down as she continued, “I thought what the hell, so I did it to him. Oh yeah, while he was doing my butt he started doing my Penelope, so I washed his Moby and…”We were a couple of steps from the boat and I half-asked, “I take it he was hard by then?”Cindy paused. “George, let me tell it okay. I’m nervous enough.””Why?” I turned to look at her.”It seems harder with Mr. Wilkins here, I don’t know.”We climbed aboard, Fred untied and got in. We backed out and headed off. “Want to drive Cindy?” Fred invited.”Ooh Mr. Wilkins, sitting with you isn’t going to help me tell George.””Why the problem, you told me easily enough about the other morning?” I asked with concern.”Yeah but it’s like, well, with Mr. Wilkins being near it’s like we’re still in the shower, you know.” “Reliving it?” I tried to fill in. “Still doing it. I feel so guilty about it now,” she sobbed.I offered, “Hon if you want tell me later…””I started so I’ll finish.” She looked off at the water, looked at me, then stood and moved to Fred, simply stating, “Open up.”Sliding the seat back he opened his legs. Cindy moved between them, sat on his left leg then rather matter of factly, placed his left hand on her breast. Taking the wheel with her left hand, she placed her other around his Moby. “Where we going?” she asked him. Cindy was in her now normal, boat driving position.Fred pointed the direction and she explained, “I need something to do if I’m gonna be able to say all this, and Mr. Wilkins, I’m sorry if I’m talking like you’re not here.””Quite alright,” Fred magnanimously replied.”Mr. Wilkins rubbed Penelope and he got a finger inside. He kinda sat down and kissed me there. … Then he licked me.”I groaned. “George, I didn’t know he was going to do that. I mean he’d kissed me there earlier… I tried squirming, but his licking, and his finger, well. … It got feeling good, and I kinda let him. You know how I said what his tongue did to my nipples. Well it felt like that, only more. Then he…he licked my clit and sucked it.””Oh Cindy.””I’m so sorry George, but I was so hot. … I know I never let you do anything like that, and that you wanted to.”My heart was heavy but I encouraged her with, “Cindy it’s okay. I can see how it could have happened I guess. It’s all right.””No it isn’t. Mr. Wilkins, drive please. It wasn’t you. I was so sure I’d never like anything like that, and there I was, having an orgasm.” She dropped her head.I went to my wife and hugged her, kissing her hair. “It’s okay, it’s okay.””I’m so sorry, I never knew,” she cried.”Ssh, you had an orgasm. That can’t be all bad. Other firsts happened, they turned out okay.” While still hugging her and trying to find something more to say, I noticed that Fred’s hand was still squarely on her breast, though possibly to keep her from dropping against the wheel. Cindy still held his cock too. I felt the boat slowing, then the motor stopped. We were in a small cove. Fred asked me to find the aft anchor in a storage slot, to tie it off and toss it over.That done he asked, “What time your watch say?” I wasn’t wearing one. He looked at his empty wrist and declared, “Yup, it’s late enough in the day. George, I think we could all use a drink.”I couldn’t have agreed more. As I went to get things out Cindy requested, “Strong.” There wasn’t any ice and after a taste I thought it might have been better to skip the cola but it would do. We were all quiet for a couple of minutes.Fred said something in my wife’s ear and she turned to look at him. Looking at me she said, “Mr. Wilkins just pointed out that I forgot something. He said maybe that it made me more, vulnerable. While he was licking and, stuff, he ah…put a finger in my bum.”My face went blank. That was definitely another thing I’d never done, or considered. I managed to get out, “All that at the same time? It’s no wonder you came, I guess.””I guess,” Cindy shrugged. “Having a finger shoved up my butt surprised me. But then the whole thing was surprising. Everything seemed to happen so quick, even cumming.””We can talk more some other time if you like. You’ve told me and it’s okay.” Cindy smiled weakly. “There’s more but I need a break.”I nodded, and though I was stunned at the word “more”, I offered, “Cindy, love, try and remember your giggles. I smiled when I heard them. Remember it was pleasant. You were laughing when you came to the table.” She sighed, got up and went to the back to sit. Fred finished his drink and made us all more. After working though about half her second drink, my sweetie took a deep breath and began again. “Okay, when we were drying each other, I bent to do Mr. Wilkins’ legs and his Moby. I started to pat his…balls dry, and he said to say hello to them.”I laughed hearing that. “He said they were Wally and Phil.” I roared. “Named for a walnut and a filbert. Anyway, I kissed them and said hello. Then I, wait I forgot something. Oooh, I’m all mixed up in telling this. After I came, Mr. Wilkins sucked his fingers. I thought it was nasty but he insisted it was nice. He put a couple of fingers back, in me, and sucked them again. He said my wetness was like nectar. He put them in again and put them to my mouth. He said I’d be surprised. I know now I was carried away by everything, but… I just let him put his fingers in my mouth.””Oh,” was all I could say. Cindy finished her drink and waved her glass for more. Fred took her glass to make another and I handed him mine as he passed.She continued, “I was surprised I didn’t gag or throw up. It wasn’t awful like I thought. How could I have been so sure it would be?”Fred returned with our drinks. We nodded a thanks and Cindy took a fair swallow.Picking up her story she continued, “So now I’ll go back to before. I kissed Wally and Phil and then I went to kiss Moby. I saw moisture on the top, and with you I always thought it was pee. Mr. Wilkins said it was just like my own nectar, that it was his arousal. He asked me to try it. I knew it wasn’t semen, so I, licked it. It wasn’t bad George. How could I have been so stubborn and closed minded to everything. Um, anyway, I went and kissed his Moby, at the tip there, and said hello. More of that thick moisture appeared, and I licked it up too. I just started licking, all over. … I even licked his balls. … Can you ever forgive me?””Cindy, Cindy. All this is a stunning surprise but there is nothing to forgive. I love you.””Hah! Ooh, I don’t know if you’re twisted or the most wonderful guy in the world, but I need to believe you.”I hugged her tight. “Cindy, when you said yes you’d marry me, remember what I said? I still mean that.”Cindy looked squarely at me and stated, “You’ll need all that love now George. I put him in my mouth.”My stunned state could come up with only one thing. I kissed my wife.Softly in my ear she went on, “I held him in my mouth. I didn’t do anything else. He asked if I would and I did. He didn’t cum or anything, and I didn’t suck. … I don’t think.” I kissed and kissed her. She kissed me back. We sat back and relaxed in the late morning sun. The gentle motion of the boat felt soothing and my eyes closed.Cindy’s voice brought me back from approaching concerned slumber. “George, you remember the chocolates last night? Mr. Wilkins said my nectar was almost as sweet.”I sat up and turned to look at my wife. Seeing this she weakly smiled. “I’m sure it is,” I replied. Blushing, Cindy giggled, “I won’t force you.”My jaw dropped, then I grinned. Quickly getting to my knees, I looked longingly at her adorable pussy, then slowly moved closer and tenderly licked its length. Experiencing tiny electric flashes of excitement, slowly and thoroughly I sought out every detail my tongue could find. Cindy sighed as her pussy began to open slightly. I could now see the beginning of her inner lips. Lovingly I licked each side then gingerly probed her center. In the desire to appreciate this new wonder, I wriggled my tongue around deeply. I tried making my tongue narrow and pointed, slipping it in then back, in then back. I felt her hand rest lightly on my head.Remembering her words of the shower, I licked upward to find her clitoris. Cindy jerked, her hand gripping my hair. Licking all around that little nub, I ventured a finger to her now very moist entrance and my wife whispered a gasp. Finger sliding in and out, not risking too deep, I licked then began to gently suck her clit. She let out a long, slow moan. I kept alternating multiple licks then sucks for as long as I dared. I had to stop. I so wanted to cause her to cum but my own excitement had brought me too close. If we’d been alone I surely would have mounted her, but we weren’t.Gazing at my wife, Cindy’s eyes came to focus and she giggled. Blushing and grinning, she informed me, “Your mouth is all wet.” Quickly moving forward she kissed me. Our tongues found each others as we passionately, hungrily kissed. Again recalling we weren’t alone, I moved back and returned to my seat.Cindy took my hand. “So?””Delightful, wonderful, sweet,” I proclaimed happily.Cindy giggled loudly, “Pervert.””Not even close, but if I am I don’t care.”She moved to kneel in front of me. “Ah, Cindy, be careful, I’m really close right now.”Pausing she rubbed my thighs. I watched as she kissed near each side of my cock, then kissed just above my balls. With one hand Cindy lifted my sack and licked at the root of my cock. I almost jolted off of the seat. She paused then repeatedly licked each of my balls. It was my turn to moan. A pause before slowly, tortuously licking the length of me. So incredible. Mercifully she paused again. She kissed her way back down. Another pause, then she licked just under the crown. My cock twitched and twitched. She swept her tongue all over the head of my cock before dipping the tip at the opening there. I think I may have been whimpering. Once more she paused. Suddenly I was enveloped in her mouth. Oh god, the sensation. Warm, moist, so intimate. Groaning, I pushed her away. Demurely Cindy rose and sat beside me. I gripped her hand, still feeling the extreme sensations. I had to calm down. When I could I mashed our lips together with the all the love I had. Finishing my drink, I looked at Cindy’s. She swallowed the last of it and I reached to take her glass.”I’ll get them,” she stated. Walking just past Fred, she put the glasses down then turned back and kissed him. They spoke quietly, then she kissed him again. Cindy took his glass, made three drinks and served them. Sitting by my side again, she asked, “Are we okay?”Sincerely I replied, “More than okay.””I seem to be experiencing so many things with Mr. Wilkins first. That doesn’t seem right,” Cindy explained.”Yeah, it is somehow. You’ve worked through your fears. I’m not sorry for that. How could I be?””That’s kinda deep. You’re sweet.” My wife paused then went on, “I was wondering, would it be proper to, maybe, thank him?”I looked at her, trying to comprehend what deviousness this was leading to.Cindy continued, “Remember when I said I thought about being nice to him that other time?””Geez Cindy. I mean, yeah, he likely would love it, but I don’t think you owe him or anything.”Her expression changed to a ponder. “Hmm, you’re right.” She took another sip and shrugged. “He did something for me this morning. I just thought it’d be nice to stroke him, like I almost did before. You know, another first like?”I coughed, “Now?” She nodded once. Letting out a small sigh, I tried to caution, “For naughty fun. You don’t owe him.”My wife smiled and kissed me, then got up to go make Fred one satisfied guy. I followed. I felt like an ass for wanting to be near but there was no way I wanted to miss this.Cindy kissed Fred deeply. Their lips opened and I could see their tongues caressing. Sliding her hands down his chest and stomach, she knelt between his legs. She nudged them wider and kissed from the top of his right thigh to his cock. The other received the same attention, then she kissed into his sac and lightly gave kisses to his left nut. Switching, she did the right, then began bathe his entire scrotum with her tongue. Good Lord, her ice cream thing was now so mild compared to this. I wanted to remind her she was only going to stroke him but I was mesmerized.Licking upward, my amazing wife tongued every part of Fred’s shaft she could. Making the down trip she applied light, wet kisses. Returning to just under the head she licked and kissed that responsive spot. Her left hand rose and lightly began to tease his nuts while wetly licking around the ridge of the crown. A good amount of Fred’s arousal had formed at the tip of his cock. My dear wife looked, dipped her tongue for a taste and another. Her right hand came up to play her fingers gently along his shaft. Wrapping her small hand around him, she tilted the heavy, thick cock to her. Placing her lips just on the very lubricated tip, she sipped his oozing wetness into her mouth.Moving her head back slightly, she considered his cock, then looked at me briefly. Looking at Fred she stated, “Mr. Wilkins, do not even consider cumming in my mouth.” Continuing to caress his balls, she moved into him and enveloped the large head of Fred’s cock. My heart pounded.Cindy moved her mouth even deeper and held there, lips stretched wide around the girth. Half his long, thick shaft in my wife’s pretty mouth somehow was so extremely erotic. My own cock began throbbing.She backed off, only to sink her mouth down again, this time not pausing before backing up to the rim. Randomly she began to mouth only the head while teasing the ridge beneath with her tongue. Then again and again she dove on his length. Oh my God. I could even see indentation of her cheek. She was actually sucking his cock. Fred groaned and Cindy immediately withdrew her mouth. With no delay she began sliding her hand up and down his shaft, her other still fondling his balls. She never changed tempo. In what seemed like a soft motherly voice, she said, “Mr. Wilkins, it’s okay to cum.” She continued her steady stroking, her grip seeming a little firmer. Fred roared and came. Cindy kept stroking, Fred kept coming. More and more and more cum burst from the flared, red open hole. Cum coated his whole cock and groin, my wife’s hand and wrist, which still hadn’t stopped. He came some more. Not lightening her grip or stroke, she kept her hand sliding up and down as far as she could. Even his balls were covered in cum as was her hand there. Finally when there were no more last drops emerging, Cindy gently lay his cock onto his belly. She rose and lightly kissed him. Fred’s whole body was limp.My wife looked at her hands coated in Fred’s semen. Looking at me, she grinned broadly and put her arms out to her sides. Leaning to me, we kissed. I sensed flutters in my gut. Cindy looked about, then knelt on a seat. Bending over the side of the boat she cleaned herself off. Done, she turned around grinning and kissed me again. “Yeow” The little minx had grabbed my still hard cock with her cool, wet hands.Giggling loudly, she plopped herself into her seat and took a big swallow of her drink. Trying to act annoyed, I sat and lowered my glass. Fred stood with some difficulty and walked toward us. The sight was comical.”Cindy you are one hell of a woman, thank you,” he stated, then dove off the back end of the boat.I laughed and thought a swim might be nice, calm me down too. I got up to dive in as well. “Husband!” I heard from Cindy. Turning around, I saw her slouch real low in her seat and spread her limbs. “Wife wants fuck now!””Yes wife,” I replied as I mock saluted.Quick like a bunny I was on my knees, my still mostly hard cock eager to find its much loved cocoon. We didn’t make love, we fucked, urgently. I was so hard as her hand grabbed my shaft and pulled me forward. I felt her opening receptively stretch as I pushed inside. God, she was so hot and soaked.I plunged fully inside before halfway back out. I felt her hands grabbing my ass, her hips frantically pumping as she breathed heavily into my ear. I fucked my wife with crazy-fast thrusts, both of us moaning in our shared rapture as the boat rocked beneath us. Neither of us knew if Fred was watching. I no longer cared and to be honest, the possibility may have even added to the lust for some reason that I couldn’t begin to fathom.”Oh George… God, you feel so good,” Cindy breathlessly moaned into my ear as I rammed my swollen, aching cock into her hot, flowing pussy, again and again. “Oh yes, getting close, please…”And then I felt her shudder beneath me as she climaxed, soaking me more with her passion. Seconds later, feeling my balls tighten harder, I began blasting my cum into her, filling her. Finished pulsing the last of my seed, I pulled out and we kissed and kissed.Breathing again somewhat normal, we dove in and swam over near Fred. We soon realized it wasn’t all that deep. The water only came midway to my chest by the time we got to him. Like Fred we rested comfortably, feet on the bottom, knees slightly bent, with only our head and neck above water. Time passed; there didn’t seem much need to say anything just then. So peaceful.Chapter 6: Tit for TatThe boat sped into view almost before the sound. Being in a cove must have blocked it. “Just stay down,” Fred instructed when Cindy and I started automatically rising to look. Sure enough it kept going.This time we heard the sound first. The boat obviously turned back after it passed. It started to turn into the cove and slowed. “Do we swim for it?” I asked.”Did you put the ladder down?” Fred asked back.”What ladder?”Cindy almost cried, “Mr. Wilkins I don’t want to get caught like this again.” “I’ll get them to go away.” “Hope so. I’m getting chilly too,” she added.”Hi grampa,” a voice called out.I heard a low, “Oh geez,” from my wife.Their boat stopped near his, a beautifully deep tanned girl at the wheel. A boy in the back was lifting the anchor. His skin looked like glazed milk chocolate. “You didn’t need to stop. Go enjoy your day,” Fred called to them.Pausing with the anchor in hand, the boy responded with a smile, “We came looking for you.””Yeah,” the girl said, standing and walking to our near side. She crossed her arms and grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt. “We can swim together.”Fred spoke quicker and louder, “Don’t bother, we’re done. Getting cold.” He stood up and moved toward them.”Aw,” the girl puled, letting go of her top and slapping her thighs. What nice thighs they were too. She was positively beautiful. Very trim, solid figure, her facial features looked exotic. I started to stand.Cindy pulled me back down. “Don’t you dare leave me,” she whispered forcefully. Fred was speaking with them then bahis firmaları turned to us. “Mind company later?” he called out.Glancing at each other, Cindy replied, “No, that’ll be nice.” I looked at her again and she quietly explained, “Gotta be nice, they’re his family.””You’re right, could they be Tom’s k**s?” Cindy’s mouth opened but then she just shrugged a don’t know gesture.The k**s’ boat started up and slowly reversed. They headed off in the direction they first came from. Cindy and I started making our way to Fred’s boat.”They’re gorgeous,” Cindy stated.”They sure were… Something’s not right. Fred can’t be related to them.”My wife laughed, “Don’t you think Mr. Wilkins is cute?”I splashed water at her. “It’s the skin color.””Yeah, that is odd. Well Tom looked rather dark. I thought it was just his tan.”Fred, who had been putting the ladder out at the stern, explained, “Tom’s my son-in-law, he’s Cuban mulatto.” We climbed aboard. Fred got out towels from somewhere under the bow deck and we dried off. We sat and finished our drinks and Fred rose to make more.”Not sure I want any more thanks,” Cindy said as she started to put her things on.I just sat there thinking about the vision of Fred’s lovely granddaughter. Fred handed me my drink. “Head back for a sandwich,” he said, not really asking.I slipped on my shorts. We began to talk as we headed back and had a late lunch. Fred, who was driving, this time without my wife, told us, “James and Jen, Jennifer, are my grandc***dren. Mary, their mother, is my daughter. We have always been open. Mary and I before Tom came along. We met him during a vacation near Santiago De Cuba. He was a tour guide and showed us the sights. They corresponded and Mary went back a few times, and the rest is history as they say.”Cindy remarked, “So it wasn’t just his tan like I thought.””No,” Fred replied. “The k**s picked up their color from his genes. Don’t know how they got their looks though,” he chuckled.”Jennifer’s quite beautiful from what I saw,” I stated with a bit too much enthusiasm.Cindy came back with, “James is gorgeous.” I looked at her and she stuck out her tongue at me. To Fred she added, “Tom’s nice looking too.””Mulattoes can often be quite striking, but not Tom, he’s my son-in-law” Fred added laughing. “Figure he talked about being over, they wanted to meet you two.”Cindy blushed. “He wouldn’t have told them about…?”Fred cut in, “We’re all open, like I said.”Cindy blanched. I dropped my head. Hesitatingly, Cindy inquired, “How open is open Mr. Wilkins?””I reckon they were about to skinny dip with us,” answered Fred.”Oh my,” Cindy exclaimed.”Fred, how old are they?” I asked.”James is twenty, Jen eighteen.”I got up from the table, put my plate in the sink and for the first time, chose to sit in an armchair. I heard movement and dishes then Cindy came to sit on the couch. Fred started washing up. My mind was in a fog when my wife spoke, “What’s up hon?””I’m sorry,” I replied, still looking rather blank. “Huh?””I’m sorry, that… Jennifer caught me off guard,” I tried to explain.”She did seem lovely.”I shook my head vigorously. “I need to get my act together. Sorry hon, I love you.”Cindy smiled and, for some reason that I didn’t understand, blushed. When Fred was done he sat on the couch with Cindy.She inquired, “So you’re not going to put clothes on before they come back?”He placed a friendly arm around her shoulder and queried, “Think I should?””Mr. Wilkins, are you and Toms’ family nudists or something?””Around here or in their home, often yes. You might as well know we all have sex too.””With your granddaughter?” He gave a half nod. “And daughter?” Another nod.”Tom and James do too,” he added. “You don’t look surprised?”Cindy explained, “Surprised yes, but not completely shocked. George and I had a friend before we got married, Wendy, she’s George’s age. Her and her brother got together. We thought that was pretty, well… kinky. Then her mother left, and shortly after she started with her dad too. We got upset and wondered about sacred trust and morals, that sorta thing. But over time and talking with her it became clear it wasn’t harmful, at least for her. And she was protecting against pregnancy. We came to accept it I guess.”Perhaps we were all letting each others revelations sink in for we sat, not speaking, for a good while. Coming out of my whatever, I went to the couch and told them to scoot down. I sat beside my wife and held her hand. Cindy kissed my cheek. Moments later Fred went to the washroom. Coming back he went to the chair but Cindy asked him to sit beside her again. She held out her other hand. So there we were, Cindy in the middle holding both our hands. Us dressed, Fred still nude.We heard the faint sound of a motor, no, two. They steadily got louder and I realized it was small motor bikes, likely trail bikes. Fred made no move to get up. “James and Jen?” she asked him.”That would be them.”Cindy let go of my hand and spun to lay her head in Fred’s lap, her legs over mine.”What are you doing?” I asked, confused but also amused.Cindy motioned for me to take her hand. Shuffling so as not to dislodge her legs, I held it. Looking rather nervous, she explained, “I’m not going to meet them naked, their dad was enough. But I figure admitting we’re friendly…” she ended with a tiny smirk. I squeezed her hand, “You’re amazing.””Quite,” Fred agreed.Cindy smiled, sat up, kissed me then Fred and lay down again. She found his hand and placed it high on her abdomen, resting her hand on his.”I think they’ll get the picture,” I said, realizing I felt red.Cindy suddenly looked up at Fred and blurted, “God, I hope they don’t think we’re fucking!” She started to get up but Fred held her there. “I’ll set them straight. This is good, good thinking.” He freed his hand and lightly squeezed her right breast, adding, “This might be more fun though.” He then returned it to her abdomen.”Mr. Wilkins you are so bad,” Cindy admonished, grinning.I chuckled. Cindy giggled, turned and loudly kissed his belly. Fred laughed then we were all laughing. Quickly he pressed her tit again and went back to just below. She gave a mock gasp. A second later, Cindy moved his hand under her top to her breast. He squeezed then she pulled him back out and onto her tummy. We were still laughing and giggling. The bikes came to an idle then shut down. Cindy’s breathing became harder. “You’re red,” I told her. She spun her head to hide it against Fred’s stomach.They burst in bubbling with hellos. Placing some bags on the counter they then plopped into the two armchairs. Cindy turned her head to them and Fred did the introductions. Able to see them closer now, I confirmed they were both exceptionally good looking, and they were petite. He was perhaps a tad shorter than my wife, her possibly a few inches shorter than that. The girl was simply stunning. To top it off, her perky breasts were unrestrained beneath her tee. I looked around to see if anyone noticed my gaping. Feeling guilty for my thoughts, I think I tried study a knot of wood in the floor or something. It didn’t work.Jen grinned wryly, saying, “We figured out why you didn’t want us to go swimming with you.”Cindy chuckled and it became contagious. James inquired, “You get lots of fishing in?”I said yes as did Fred, but he added, “We were going out again this afternoon but not now perhaps.” He looked at me, then my wife.”We can all go,” James countered enthusiastically.Their grins and smiles couldn’t just be bubbly personalities, could they? I felt embarrassed and noticed Cindy was too. Fred sensed their intent because he said, “Me thinks they know.”Cindy, if possible, became redder. Jen indicated to her brother, he nodded and they both stood up. In a disappointed voice she said, “Please don’t be embarrassed. Dad says you guys are nice. We’ll leave.”Cindy took a second then rapidly got up and went to them, “No, please don’t go. We’re new to…this, but you seem nice too.”I stood and shook their hands, repeating, “Hi. Don’t let us make you leave.”Fred, who was still sitting on the couch naked, remarked, “This could be awkward.”In unison we all turned to Fred, then the four of us giggled loudly. Jen gripped the bottom of her shirt with her hands and flipped it up and down a little. Quietly she said to us, “This might help. You mind?”Cindy slightly shook her head. I was mesmerized from seeing just that tiny bit of the beautiful girl’s tummy. Not two feet from us, Jen swiftly lost her top, and I think my eyes bugged out. The blur beside me was James stripping. Jen shoved down her shorts and panties together. James was nude by the time she was. With a couple of kicks they both flung their shoes.Cindy and I stood stock still for a few moments, then she took my hand. “We’ll be right back,” she said to them, and led us into our room. With a small nervous look at me she undressed. Numbly I did too.My wife glanced at my cock. It was completely flaccid. “You okay?” she asked.”That Jennifer, I…”My dear wife kissed me. “Snap out of it. … Remember that movie, Notting Hill?” I nodded after a moment to recall. “And how I got all emotional when Julia Roberts said that line? Well Jen is just a girl too.”Taking my hand again we rejoined the others. James and Jen were back in their chairs. It was then that I noticed James’ equipment was a shade darker than the rest of him. Sitting us both down on the couch again, Cindy turned to Fred. “Mr. Wilkins, I think we could use drinks, strong.”He stood and went to make them. His grandk**s popped up saying they’d help. They certainly did seem an enthusiastic pair and weren’t at all shy.”You bring everything?” Fred inquired.James replied, “Two chickens.””Two rums from dad’s supply,” chimed Jen.James continued, “We were low on Diet Coke so we brought Diet Canada Dry instead.””Sounds okay, good work,” Fred said, sounding pleased. “Cindy, would you mind piecing up these chickens?” he called over.James quickly enthused, “I’ll help her.” Instantly blushing, my wife nervously went to join them.Sly Fred thought of a way to break some awkwardness.”Jen, I made yours mild. Take this one over to George will you?” Fred asked.Uh-oh, I anxiously thought. He’s involved me too. Jen handed me my drink then sat beside me. Close beside me. Looking straight ahead, I took a huge swallow. I breathed aloud. It was quite strong. “You’re good looking,” a soft, demure voice beside me stated. The sounds from the kitchen area behind me became blurred to my mind. “Nice muscles too.” I made a mistake. I looked at her. Her lovely thighs, slim hips, and no pubic hair. Slightly pouted mound. Her narrow, trim abdomen, terrific small, but full breasts. Delightful nipples, the color of rich cocoa. Her slender neck and incredibly beautiful face. Her dark, erotic, smiling eyes. “Thanks… you…”Jen giggled softly, “Thank you,” she replied, lightly resting her hand on my upper leg. “Your wife is right,” she added, glancing at the partial wall to our bedroom. “I’m just a gurrl. I won’t bite,” Jen softly but teasingly said, lightly squeezing my thigh, “Much.”Quite unable to speak, I took another slug of my grog. “I’ll be right back,” she advised, patting my leg. Taking my glass, she went to the others. The lovely gal with exotic, almost an olive skin tone and soft, light, chocolate-brown hair returned and stood in front of me. Handing back my now full glass, she took my other hand and tugged. “Come, let’s sit in the sun.”Holding my hand, Jen led us to the picnic table. She hopped up, sitting on the top with her feet on the seat. I managed to sit beside her with less athletic spryness.Taking hold of my hand again, Jen stated simply, “I know some find me attractive, but lots don’t.””Jennifer, they’re gay,” I managed to rebut with a rather clear voice.She squeezed my hand. “Okay, so I look okay,” she replied softly. “I have many faults though. I like when I burp, I think it’s funny. Sometimes I fart too.”Cracking a smile, I looked at my new acquaintance and saw that she was smiling too. I had such a desire to kiss her right then and there.Jen went on, “I have one foot bigger than the other. I have crazy morning hair. Mom says I’m too uninhibited and I like to have wayyy too much fun. … I really like kissing.”Christ, was she psychic as well? Slowly, hesitatingly, I neared her lips and kissed them briefly. Jen placed her hands on my shoulder and neck. She kissed me soundly then moved herself apart.”See, told ya,” she affirmed, smiling. Hopping off the table, she turned and saw my now very awake cock. “Mmm.” She grinned then turned to the cottage. Bouncing off, Jen sang out, “Maybe I’ll ask someone if I can borrow their husband.”My mind couldn’t decide. Anxiety, desire, foreboding, madcap comedy, all kinds of thoughts and feelings flitted in and out. Fuck, I had to leave, drive home, that’s it. Can’t, I realized, not with the booze I’d had. I tossed out the drink and contemplated the glass in my hand. A realization crystallized, not the glass. Stepping to the ground, I walked to the cottage.Inside it was like a party. They were all sitting at the table chatting and laughing. Cindy rose and came over to me by the door. “How you doing?” she quietly inquired.”I figured it out,” I answered my wife with confidence. Fred and James left to inspect extra rods he had in his boat house.”Good.” Walking to the others, she asked me, So, you ready to go fishing?””Yeah, sure. … Where’s that lotion? You’ll still need it.” Cindy blushed. “I’ll put it on you this time.”Returning with it she offered, “You need some too. I’ll do you first.”Jen piped up, “Can I do it?” Cindy and I flushed and looked at the girl. She had a pretty please look on her face. My wife whispered to me, “Your turn to endure it.” I was in trouble. She poked me over to Jen. “You can do his back,” Cindy said to the grinning girl.Jen popped up as I let out a big sigh of relief that it was only going to be my back. Her back massage felt quite pleasant. Oops, I felt her hand on my butt and instantly my cock rose. Looking at Cindy showed her watching with amused interest. She wasn’t going to stop it. Oh well I could get through this. I would do the rest myself.Done with my legs, Jen bounced up, asking with that happy voice, “Can I do the rest now?”We saw movement. Fred and James had come back and were looking on amused. I offered a thanks to Jen, then, “Come on Cindy, I’ll do your back.””Do hers, I’m enjoying this.”I held back a groan. Jen beamed and presented her back. I heard Fred remark, “Come on James, help me bring things down to the boat. Fish won’t wait.”Fred’s voice didn’t break the tension I felt. Cautiously I rubbed lotion onto the lovely girl, careful to not do her sides and bump a breast. Done with her lower back I stopped. “Aw,” came from Jen.I shouldn’t have but I glanced at my wife. She was indicating to continue. Squatting, I was looking inches from a most delightful bum. I was close to losing it and ravishing her. “You sure you’re eighteen?” I asked, trying to sound teasing, like I was cool with it all.Giggling and bouncing on her toes Jen assured me she was. Oh what a sight. Sighing a bit, I touched her pert butt. Gingerly I rubbed those small, firm cheeks, intent on not venturing to her crease. I moved to her legs and quickly did them. No way I was going to look up to where they joined. I was shaky enough. Cindy stood for her turn and swung her hair out of the way. I applied more lotion to my hand. “May I, Cindy?” Jen’s voice asked. Oh-ho, that was a surprise.”Uh, thanks, he can do it,” Cindy replied.Trying my best to not grin, and keeping an easy voice I said, “Aah, let Jennifer do it,” and I rubbed the handful of lotion onto my chest. Walking quickly before my wife could argue, I called back as I grabbed my camera. “I’m going down to the boat.”Fred and James were sitting on board chatting. I sat with them but my mind was back in the cottage. “Where the ladies?” Fred inquired after some length.I don’t know if my face revealed my amusement but I replied, “Um, putting sun screen on.” Fred pretty much just nodded but James cracked a grin that seemed to say a lot more.Fred then announced, “I’m staying back this afternoon. There’s a few things I want to see to.””What? What’s so important to make you miss fishing, Fred?” I asked, truly surprised.”No big deal. I already told James here. He and Jen won’t be company enough?””Ah, well, sure,” I stumbled, embarrassed by the suggestion. “Just caught me off guard.”Fred summed it up with, “You folks enjoy yourselves. Dinner will be mostly ready if you stay out about two hours like we’ve been doing.” He indicated in the direction of the cottage. “Gals are coming. Don’t give me another thought, I’ll be busy.” With that he climbed onto the dock.”Where’s he going?” Cindy questioned as she and Jen got in. They had brought all our clothes.I untied the boat and saw James had taken the wheel. I filled them in as we set off. Cindy sat on my left on the wraparound rear seat, me in the corner and Jen to my right facing the bow. Wish someone could take this picture I thought, when my wife took my hand then shortly after Jen took my other.”Cindy,” James called back. “You wanna drive?”She flushed instantly before vigorously shaking her head. “No, you’re doing a good job.””Okay,” James shrugged. “Just that grampa said you enjoyed it.”I couldn’t help it. What began as a chuckle turned into full laughter. Cindy socked me. “Ow,” I complained, jumping to my feet. “You’re always hitting me.” Cindy giggled. “Well now that I’m up, anyone want a drink?”I heard yeses and a please, then giggling from the two girls. “What?” I asked, looking at them.Cindy was trying to hold back a laugh. She was blushing wildly. “Jen said you weren’t up,” then both of them burst out laughing. I took my time making the drinks and tried to figure some way to get even. Handing them out and sitting down again, Cindy was grinning. “Jen wants to borrow you.”I swung my head to see an innocent looking Jen. Looking back to my wife, I felt what I thought was Jen’s chin rest on top of my shoulder. My mind said, Oh shit. Cindy started giggling, then I felt Jen blow on my neck.”Aah,” my wife cooed then took hold of the camera. “Stay like that,” she bade before rising. Snap.”Jennifer you’re gonna get me in trouble,” I said without turning. “Tol’ ya I liked to play,” she remarked, then lightly kissed my ear.”Cindy she’s just teasing.””Really? It’s the second time she’s asked.””Oh…fuck,” I muttered. The devilish two began laughing again.Scrambling, I figured I’d turn the tables. “James, Cindy really loves steering. Go on hon, just like with Fred. You know ya wanna.” My wife moaned.”Go,” Jen urged.Flustered to the max, she stood silent, then, “First one more picture.”I looked at her, surprised she was actually going to do it, but… “Jen, would you like to sit on George’s lap?” my wife invited, holding up the camera.Cindy’s words were barely finished before Jen moved herself onto me. Her arms around my neck, a breast touching mine. Her legs extended along the seat. Thankfully I wasn’t hard, yet. I put an arm about her small waist, my left across her thighs and held the far one to ease the stress on her legs. Snap. Whack. “Ow, what was that for?” I asked the imp on my lap. Laughing, Cindy put the camera down and went to James. “What exactly did your grandfather tell you?” she queried. Jen nuzzled her nose along my cheek and replied lovingly, “For making fun of the way I talk.” Dang if she didn’t kiss me, fully and hotly.”You hit harder than she does. I was only trying to tease my wife.” Another kiss, this one was wet. “You can still on the way back,” I heard James say and I looked up.Cindy returned stating, “We’re almost there but keep necking if you want.” She got her glass and sat on the opposite side.Jen didn’t seem intimidated and I got a moist open kiss before I could ask, “So are you going to drive us back?”Cindy glanced toward James as the motor slowed. “Dunno,” she finally replied and looked off the back of the boat.The motor stopped. Jen and I untangled and we chatted idly as we prepared lines. My first cast just hit the water when Jen positioned herself so close beside me our shoulders brushed.We heard Cindy’s voice behind us. “That’s the rod I like. Please can I use it?” A pause, then a roar of laughter from my wife.Jen and I turned to see. Cindy was beside herself, chuckling now. She hugged James, kissed him on the temple, then laughed some more. James was embarrassed but grinning.”Out with it mister,” Jen demanded of her brother.He got redder. “Uh, well when Cindy asked me. … Did you hear?” We nodded. “I took it the wrong way I guess. I looked down at myself.”Three of us laughed loudly. Poor James just looked on.”Were you teasing my brother?” Jen asked, amused.Cindy shook her head while trying to calm herself and sat down beside James. He handed her the fishing pole. “Aah, you’re not just good looking, you’re sweet,” she tenderly said, and gently kissed his lips.Sometimes my mouth doesn’t wait for my brain. “James, that’s not what Cindy said about you earlier.”My wife instantly eyed me with daggers.”Huh?” James asked back, confused.Jen quietly inquired in my ear, “What, what was it?”I whispered how my wife had declared he was gorgeous.She lit up grinning and called out, “Hey Cindy, trade ya.”Seeing Jen’s broad grin, Cindy blustered, “What are you two up to? Is it my turn to get zinged? Is that it? What, are we playing, tit for tat?”Jen and I chuckled, though me with trepidations. “You can borrow my brother,” she answered, then swiftly turned to look at the water. “Since you think he’s soh gorgeous,” Jen added.Cindy gaped, speechless. James, grinning big time, proclaimed, “Okay by me,” and put a claiming arm around my wife’s waist. “Jen?” Cindy asked with a note of unease. “You were teasing about my husband?”Still looking at her fishing line, she replied in a somber tone, “If you want.”I don’t think I’ve ever been more discomposed than I was at that moment. Likely Cindy felt the same. Compounding the disconcertion, Jen asked me in a hushed tone, “You mind, Cindy and James?”I didn’t even attempt to answer. I tried to block the scenario of Cindy with James, in bed. God, would they screw? She hadn’t with Fred. James was much closer in age to my wife, but. … We’d all just met. Me with Jennifer.Finally I ventured to explain, and quietly to Jen, I came out with, “We’ve never, you know. … And the nude stuff, just kinda happened.”She thought, then just as quietly, responded, “You’re okay with nude.” I felt no need to say anything. “Be nice though,” she added, “If we all went for it.”Fishing forgotten, I blankly gazed at the water. No one was talking now, or at least that my dazed brain picked up. I did glance at Cindy once. Her and James, while on the seat, were squatted on their legs facing the water, their bums toward me. Hips touching, he had an arm about her waist again.”You call me Jennifer, hardly anyone does,” my fishing neighbor said simply without turning.”Lovely girl deserves the nicer version.”Jen looked deep into my eyes and said in a matter of fact tone, “Being with you could’ve been good.” Turning away she added, “Wasn’t gonna try ‘n steal you.”Hugging her with one arm, I kissed her shoulder, then gently tried again, “We, Cindy and I, have only messed around a little. I desire you very much, but I love my wife.” “Got one,” Jen announced suddenly. There was no enthusiasm to her voice, then I remembered they lived here at the lake. Moments later Cindy called out, “Neat, me too.”I was happy for them and soon I felt better. James and I congratulated the girls. Deciding those bare butts together deserved a picture, I snapped one, then stood to stretch. Seeing only James’ glass was near empty, I took his and mine to refill.”We must have drifted over a school,” he declared, reeling in the third for the boat. Just capping the bottle, I heard Jen yelp, “Hey!”I saw her quickly take my rod before it was pulled completely overboard. Grinning wryly, I gave James his drink. I was content to watch as Jen pulled in the fourth. Sensing we’d been out our two hours, I was tempted to say something, but now the fishing was hot. An upward flick of the rod and James set the hook on another. I sat by Jen to catch my own. I waited and waited. No one got so much as another bite. James suggested it was time to go and we all reeled in.Packing up, Cindy proclaimed, “I got the biggest. I win a prize.”James joined in, “I got the most, so I do too. And I already know what I want.””Not so fast gorgeous. I got the same as you,” Jen countered, adding the little tease. “Plus the first one.””No way. One was on George’s line,” her brother complained.”Yeah but I did all the work. Handsome here didn’t even touch it.””He baited the hook.””Hey!” I called out, sticking my nose in. “Since I didn’t win either way, how be you three each get one prize?” Cindy thought that was a good solution, so did James. Jen nodded but muttered, “Won’t even stick up for me.”Cindy stated for having the largest she wouldn’t have to do dishes.”Huh?” came from the siblings.”That’s a lame prize,” Jen declared.”Whattaya mean?” my wife asked, confused.”Well, even though I’m not likely to get my wish, you know what I want.”Cindy’s jaw dropped. Cindy looked and saw my paled face. Turning to James, he suddenly got embarrassed and looked down. Possibly to divert, he inquired, “Um, so you gonna drive now?”She seemed to study James then Jen and finally myself once more. She motioned for me to follow and we walked to the front. “Do you want Jen?” she whispered.”I love you,” I whispered back.”That’s not what I asked. She obviously wants you.”Sighing, I nodded. “There’s desire, lust. But it’s not worth our marriage.””I’ve done things with Mr. Wilkins.””Jennifer has more in mind I think.”James called to us, “Uh, we’re getting close to shore here, can we go?””I love you too.” Cindy kissed me. “We’ll talk after.” I nodded. She beckoned to James, “I need help driving this thing.”Not feeling my best after that chat I went aft, found my drink and plopped down away from Jen.Sitting facing forward, I saw Cindy get James to sit then pull the chair back. I moved to sit beside the source of my concerns, Jennifer. The view of the two in the front was better. Really. Sure enough my wife sat on James’s leg and the motor started.I heard a tiny gasp of surprise beside me and felt Jen hug my arm with both hers. Her head rested on my shoulder.Shortly after we started off back to the cottage, Cindy looked back.”You can start necking again.” Then to Jen’s and my complete amazement, she took James’ left hand and placed it on her breast.I couldn’t see any more, I got smothered with wet tongue kisses by an extremely sexy young woman. I got into responding and my tongue played with hers. Man-oh-man she was writhing all over. Slowly sliding a hand up her side, I thought, Hot Latin Lover. Timidly covering Jennifer’s amazingly firm breast with my hand, her kisses became even more intense.You-oo-‘ve got the magic touch, woo-oo. It makes me glow so much, oo-woo-oo.It casts a spell – it rings a bell, the magic touch…Trying to break apart from my seductress, I looked about for the radio I never knew was on the boat. Jen persisted with seeing how deeply she could force her tongue into my mouth.Oh-uh-oh, when I feel your charm, woo-oo. It’s like a fourth alarm, oo-woo-oo…Flabbergasted, I realized it was James singing. His voice was amazing. Pure, rich, so natural.You make me thrill so much. You’ve got, the magic touch…”He’s serenading her,” Jen remarked softly as she slid down to kiss my chest then my stomach. I wondered if my wife was holding James like she did Fred.’ere I go reeling, uh-oh… “Platters song,” Jennifer breathed, then her hot wet mouth enveloped my incredibly hard cock.I’m feeling the glow, uh-oh…”Ooh Jennifer,” I moaned, looking to the amazing girl who was smiling back at me with her marvelous eyes. But where can I go from you. I didn’t know too much, woo-oo…”Aah, your tongue, aah, aah.”And then I felt your touch, oo-woo-oo. And now I’ve learned, I can return, the magic touch…I tried to push her away, “God, be careful.”‘ere I go reeling, uh-oh. I’m feeling the glow, uh-oh. But where can I go, from you… “Stop, you’re gonna make me cum.”I didn’t know too much, woo-oo. And then I felt your touch, oo-woo-oo… “Ooh ooh ooh.”And now I’ve learned, I can return…”Aaaaahhhh.”The magic touch. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-dooooo.Jennifer continued sucking and sucking and swallowing. Finally I felt her mouth become more gentle. Only when I began to lose my hardness did she release me. Grinning, she popped up to squeeze me tightly, and softly breathed, “So wanted to do that,” then she kissed me hard. Moving her head back slightly, Jennifer looked into my eyes and whispered, “I want to feel you, deep, deep inside me.” I don’t know how long we cuddled for. Correction, Jennifer cuddled. I wasn’t participating too well, I was wilted. I sensed the motor and boat slow, then Cindy was beside me. “George, you gonna help?”Getting my bearings, I realized we were about to touch dock. My attempt to sit forward and stand missed and I sank back down again. “You alright?” my wife asked, but sounded amused.”Um, he’s a little, spent,” Jen replied, then I heard them both giggle.The girls climbed to the deck to tie off. “That was his first, complete. You know that?””Really? Hm, makes sense. He tried to stop me near the end.””Wish I’d been closer to see.”This managed to get me to my feet and I helped James gather things to take back up to the cottage. Jen asked my wife, “So why didn’t you come back then?””I didn’t want to disrupt. I looked back and saw, so I had James drive so I could watch. But I didn’t want to disturb.”We stopped while James cleaned the fish. He was even more proficient than Fred. Maybe seeing I was impressed, Cindy smiled and informed me, “His dad taught him how to cut poultry and meats for the store too.Beginning the second fish, James broke into song again.And her name is, C-I-N-D-Y, C I N D Y, CIN DY, C I N D Y, CIN DY, C I N D Y, CIN DY.I’m gonna shout it all night, CIN DY. I’m gonna shout it every day, CIN DY. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah… Second fish done.Ha! She make me feel so good, Lord.I wanna say she make me feel all right. Comes a-walkin’ down my street.Then she comes up to my house. She knock upon my door. And then she comes to my room. Yeah, an’ she make me feel all right.Third.C-I-N-D-Y C-I-N-D-Y.I’m gonna shout it all night, CIN DY. I’m gonna shout it every day, CIN DY.Yeah yeah yeah yeah… Looks so good, CIN DY. All right, feel so good, CIN DY. All right, yeah. All done.My dear wife was grinning like crazy. Stepping in to embrace kaçak iddaa him, James held up his fishy hands. She giggled and waited until he’d cleaned them in lake water. Then Cindy almost bowled him over, zeroing in for a long, hard kiss and firm hug. James and Cindy led arm in arm as we started walking to the cottage. “How’d you come to sing so beautifully?” she inquired.”Dad taught me, said I was a natural.””Your dad? He has a pleasant voice but I never figured him for a singer.””He was part of a group at a resort for the nightly show back in Cuba. But there was a shortage of tour guides when new places opened.” James shrugged. “So they picked him.””You’re a natural tenor I would say. Not strained, it just flowed, and a cappella,” Cindy enthused.James laughed, “That was my new version of “Gloria” by The a****ls.Arriving at the porch we saw the door was closed. Looking about revealed Fred’s car was gone. Inside we found a note on the table, propped up between a deck of cards and a bottle of rum.Returned home to attend matters I spoke of Chicken in oven done by 6 or finish on bbq Mac salad in fridge Corn needs cooking Snacks in cupboardGeorge and Cindy Stay as long as you wish There is ample food Any problems arising my family can assistJames and Jen Drinking and driving especially on bikes is no good Stay here at least overnightLast ones leaving not today please lock up and leave key at the store I won’t be back up for a period of time sokindly take or dispose of any fish or other perishables Tom and Mary have been advised of all so relax and enjoy They will They are going dancing tonight in Allingham Warm thoughts Fred Mr. Wilkins GranddadChapter 7: Dance With MeWhy would Fred pull such a stunt and just go home? That’s how we all perceived it as we sat down at the table. Passing the note back and forth, we’d look at each other, wondering. In time, I got up to check on the chicken in the oven and James made us drinks without anyone asking. Cindy idly toyed with the box of cards, tilting it different ways or tapping it against the table. After taking a couple of good sips of her drink, Jen leaned back in her chair, stretched and declared, “Enough of this, what’re we gonna do?” Once more we looked at each other, but slowly, sheepish grins began to appear. Here we were, all nude and we’d already been messing around. Plus of course, I had received my very first blow job, and not from my wife, but from Jen. Grins became giggles, which became chuckles, and quickly we were all laughing out of control. Flirtatious, teasing looks and remarks ensued, along with plentiful laughs.Thinking I may have gone overboard a bit I looked to my wife. Rather like in a poker game we tried to read each other it seemed. Cindy blinked first, stood and went to put water on to boil for the corn. She also got out the macaroni salad. Oh oh, I thought, maybe she’s not too happy about that blow job after all. Facing the cupboards she spoke out, “George, I’m okay with it. Jen can borrow you.”Pretty much stunned, not only by my wife’s words but also the rather casual way she had come out with it, I began to rise, but hesitated. Was standing with her back to us her way of being able to say what she had? Was this another way of saying, I dare you?I was torn between being reactive and upset or simply telling her not to be silly. Emphasizing my love for her or rushing to hug her for the acceptance of the apparent lust. She had seen the wild kissing and the oral Jen had given and hadn’t gotten mad, then. Hell, she’d even spoken about it lightly with Jen. Oh shit, did she want us to do a full swap? She had been messing with James. Staying where I was, I tried to interpret my wife as I studied her back. Cindy still hadn’t even glanced at me. She seemed as to have found something interesting about the counter top. It was too quiet.”It’s not going to happen,” I declared as I fought the urge to acknowledge Jennifer’s presence by looking at her.”George it’s okay, really. I’ve done some things. … You didn’t get upset.” Turning now to look at me she continued, “I’ve got to be grown up too.”I wanted so much to refute her, saying marriage was about love, devotion, fidelity, not sexual desire for another. Then maybe in her way Cindy was saying the same thing, she loved me and knew I loved only her. Words couldn’t begin to express all that I felt at that moment.Sitting down again, Cindy took my hand and said lovingly, “I know you love me, that shouldn’t be an issue.” A grin rapidly forming, she peeked at Jen and continued, “I might be naughty and watch.”Hearing the sound of water boiling over Jennifer jumped up to fix the problem. After putting the corn in she went to Cindy, bent and kissed her cheek. Changing things away from the moment she asked, “James, help set the table?” Tugging my wife to stand, I led us out to the porch. “I feel kinda sick, nervous about this, you sure?” Nodding Cindy solemnly offered, “It’s plain you want each other. Isn’t it allowed for you to experience things too? How was your first blow job by the way?”I think I groaned before I tried asking, “You…gonna…?” was all I could manage to get out, and I resorted to indicating James with my eyes.Cindy sighed, “I’m not sure. Would be nice maybe, good, I think.” Then mewling, “I can’t decide. Can we just see how it goes?” Kissing my girl, I tried to humor her. “We’re like a couple of virgins.” Suddenly a penny dropped. “Shit! Fred did this on purpose, he set this up.”Cindy’s jaw dropped at the same instant her eyes grew very large. “That bugger, he got James and me talking, and you two. He, well we, saw you and Jen kissing at the picnic table too,” she remarked, summarizing.During supper James asked my wife, “How’d you know about alto and other things? You a singer?”Cindy blushed but didn’t respond. After prodding from me she revealed, “I was in the choir at school, and a musical play or two. And no I won’t sing!””Pleeese,” encouraged James, but she emphatically shook her head.Cindy ended with, “Was in the church choir and had lessons.””Lessons, wow! You sing popular stuff? Choir isn’t, but musicals?””If I like it,” Cindy shrugged. “Doesn’t matter the genre or era. You sang older, have a favorite artist?””Sam Cooke maybe, dad does that age, tourists liked it. I do different things but I like dad’s kind most.” Cindy and Jen cleared the table and started the dishes. The two beautiful nudes began a busy conversation I couldn’t make out. Jennifer went over to James and they whispered to each other. Returning to the sink they resumed their confab and became fairly animated. I wasn’t being immature, okay, I did want to know what they were talking about, but drinks needed to be made. After pouring the rum, I took all our glasses over to the fridge for ice and mix. To my disappointment the girls clammed up while I was near.Dishes done, Jen returned and took hold of my hand as she sat, seemingly trying not to smile about something. My wife, who looked very red, came over, took a fair drink from her glass, then turned to James. Holding out a hand, quietly she prompted, “Dance with me.”They walked to the open area beyond the kitchen. Standing with her back to the table and James toward it, he gazed into my wife’s eyes. Taking hold of his shoulders she admonished him to not look then pulled him close, positioning her head to the side of his. James put his arms about her waist and after a pause Cindy began humming, something that seemed catchy and vaguely familiar. They began to lightly sway, then we heard my wife’s lovely voice.Don’t know much about history. Don’t know much biology.Don’t know much about a science book. Don’t know much about the French I took.James, who appeared curious moments before, was now broadly smiling.But I do know that I…want…you.He was absolutely filled with joy now and embraced my wife closely. And I know that if you…want me too, what a wonderful…time this would be.Cindy got an enthusiastic kiss. Don’t know much about geography. Don’t know much trigonometry.Don’t know much about algebra. Don’t know what a slide rule is for.He pulled back to look upon her then they both sang.But I do know that one and one is two. And if this one could be with you,what a wonderful time this would be.Kissing my wife again, James cheerily spoke, “My turn.” With happiness in his voice he continued. Now I don’t claim to be an “A” student, but I’m trying to be.So maybe by being an “A” student baby, I can win your love for me.He had taken their swaying into a waltz and Cindy’s expression was one of glee. Don’t know much about history. Don’t know much biology. Don’t know much about a science book. Don’t know much about the French I took.James nodded and together they finished. But I do know that I want you. And I know that if you want me too,what a wonderful time this would be.They kissed like lovers, the lovers they surely would be tonight. Hand in hand they walked back to the table.Jen jumped up and embraced my wife. Pressing a hard kiss to Cindy’s lips, she joyously cried, “Waitta go!”Grabbing me by the arm Jennifer commanded, “Boyfriend come,” then promptly marched me to the couch adding, “You too guys,” as she called to James and Cindy. Pushing me down to sit at one end, Jen immediately got on my lap and hugged me possessively. “On that end,” she bid the other two as they arrived grinning, then I found myself trying to keep up with Jennifer’s enthusiastic kisses. “Jennifer,” I managed to get out as I pushed her back so I could regain my senses a bit, “I am not your boyfriend.”Cindy laughed from the other end of the couch and I saw her and James entangled in their own embrace. “You teased me about Paul,” my wife giggled, “so I told Jen.””Grr,” was all I could respond.Jen wetly kissed me then furthered my angst with, “Now Cindy’s got two boyfriends and I have one, you.” She punctuated it by kissing me. “Never had,” she began before applying a kiss, her hands stroking the back of my head, “someone I picked,” she continued while darting a hand down to find my cock, “as a boyfriend before.”I gave up and maneuvered us so I could kiss her neck, a shoulder and, aah, her tantalizing breasts. Letting my anticipation linger, I savored the intimate view before me. “Simply beautiful,” I breathed. With a mild moan I mouthed a nipple. “You taste like tanning lotion.” Jennifer giggled and bent to kiss me. “Forgot,” she giggled again. “We musta put a lot on.””We?” I looked at Jen, then my wife who was attempting to hide her embarrassment.”It was Jen’s fault!” Cindy proclaimed, laughing in a high voice.”Shurr, like I put all this on myself?” Jen jibed, trying to look innocent, including batting her eyes.” Pretending huffiness, Cindy rebuked, “Well you started it!”Jen made a funny dramatic face and shot back, “Yeah, and I just made you do me!”Cindy was near losing it in laughter. “Well hey,” she said, laughing, “just being fair.”Before I allowed myself any more time to imagine what all may have taken place, I got us apart and standing. Looking straight at my still amused wife I declared, taunting, “Come on girlfriend, it’s shower time.”Listening to hoots and laughs from my wife and now James too, Jennifer actually beat me to the bathroom. The whole while she bubbled rapidly, “You really wanna shower with me? I’m your girlfriend? George? Oh this is so super! Hope there’s enough hot water. I’m your girlfriend!”Parts were a jumble to me as Jen blurted it all out so fast and nonstop. Her hugging and kissing intensified again once we had the water right and got under it. Never had I known anyone so enthusiastic. The fact that some of that was misguided didn’t spoil my rather tickled senses. Strike that, I was happy as a pig in a sea of shit.We began to wash each other, or tried to. It proved near impossible and risked someone getting bopped with a hand or elbow. Jen was bouncing about too much, so I embraced and kissed her, long and deep. Her mood moved back to the lover, the more romantic. This I could handle. I wanted to explore every inch of this woman I’d had so many lustful thoughts of during the day. Water raining over her body she appeared even more exotic, more impossibly unattainable for someone the likes of me. Yet here she was, we were, and she called me, “boyfriend”.Finally I got to pay homage to her breasts. So, so delightful and she responded so well. Jennifer’s breasts were perfectly sized for her. Full, round and firm, yet with just enough give. Her dark, solidly aroused nipples barely shied as I kissed and teased with my tongue, then gently suckled as she moaned and pressed my mouth to her tit.Licking the valley between her breasts, down her sternum, I placed small kisses all over Jennifer’s abdomen. This was almost equally as sexy to me. Perhaps because I’d had a glimpse of her tummy first, when she’d flipped the bottom of her top shortly after we’d first met. Nevertheless, I was now fully lost to the eroticism of her beauty and the wonderful feel and tone of her skin. She was moaning now, over and over. Her dimpled cute belly button in particular, I found I wanted to linger there as I dipped my tongue. Jennifer groaned and squirmed. What is it I have about navels? I mused as I dipped to sample again.Her moaning became louder and longer. Her body reacting stronger, as I lightly kissed the entire area between the inner slopes of her hips. I teased with my tongue, desiring to elicit even more sexual hunger from her, for wanting me, her boyfriend, to slake her craving. I had to support her, for her legs seemed to weaken as I kissed slower and with more intensity, with increasing lust.Kill me now but I wanted this woman so badly. The enticing rise of her mound gave way to the center of her womanhood as I kissed and licked her well shaved pussy. She trembled as I paid my respects, in supplication, for permission, to know her fully. Jennifer’s hands pressed urgently on the back of my head, and she emitted unintelligible sounds.She tilted her pelvis toward me as I traced my tongue lovingly along her entrance, her scent intoxicating, her desire seeping, hinting at more. Tenderly probing, her lips parted, she wasn’t soaked merely from the shower. Moaning stronger, she urged me on as I delved deeper, seeking her full, heady, wonderful taste.Holding the cheeks of her taut, clenching bum, I worked my tongue in the movements of intercourse. Withdrawing, I lightly licked her now revealed clitoris, then teased around her little female erection. Returning to suck firmly upon her sensitive clit, I slid two fingers into her flowing pussy. Jennifer jumped, groaning loud, her tunnel clamped on my fingers as I continued to suck and mouth her clit. Crying out, “Yes, yes, ooh, yesss,” she came, shuddering, then nearly collapsed, trembling. Jennifer moaned and looked dreamy eyed when I rose, lifting her back up. Embracing and tenderly kissing her mouth, my voice hoarse with passion, I breathed, “I want us on a bed.” I saw such emotion in Jennifer’s eyes as she squeezed me hard and near hurt me with the intensity of her kiss.We hadn’t done much of a wash, we didn’t consider towels. We didn’t see anything but each others eyes, eyes full of desire as we made our way, hand in hand to the spare bedroom. I heard my wife moan loudly from the area of Fred’s room. It took a moment perhaps for the meaning of the sound to sink in, but I felt indifferent as to the impact right then. Jennifer laid herself down, supine on the middle of the bed, arms beckoning me. I laid down by her side and we kissed, we seriously made out.”Take me. … Want you. … Please,” Jennifer lovingly sighed between kisses.Tempting as it was to simply go for it, for surely I wanted to, instead I rolled her over and began tasting, sampling all of Jennifer I could. I took my time, kissing tenderly, each shoulder, her upper back then her sides. My lover, my girlfriend, whimpered and moaned with each new touch of my lips upon her aroused, sensitized body. I went high up again, and kissed the length of her spine to the small hollow at its base. That was a special place for her it seemed. She jolted and moaned louder, squirmed and mewled as if wanting more.Surprising even myself, I slid a couple of fingers in her pussy and Jennifer cried out. A kiss to the little valley of her back and working my fingers inside her flooded tunnel, I then traced my tongue in circles around that small spot, like I would about a nipple. Homing in, I pressed my tongue to the center of the hollow and traced down until I was teasing the cleavage of her bum.Jennifer was now beside herself, thrusting her hips high, “Ooh, ooh, boyfriend, George I…” She came again then promptly her hips collapsed.Pausing my fingers, I lavished kisses all over her gorgeous behind. Kissing the upper backs of her thighs, and darting back to the undersides of her lower cheeks, Jennifer moaned and squirmed anew. I continued lower, intent on knowing all, kissing all. Trailing kisses down her legs, the backs of her knees, her legs started to twitch. Bending her leg up, I kissed and tongued her feet and toes, my fingers in her pussy all but forgotten. I’d never thought to do that before.On a whim I decided to suck each pretty toe. This is fun, I delightfully concluded and bent her other leg up to do the same. Jennifer twisted over, seeking a kiss, panting, “No-one’s ever, ever licked my feet, sucked my toes before.” Exhaling, “Oh boyfriend,” and she hugged the breath from me.With a voice of need she pleaded, “George please, can we now?” My desire of wanting to taste her wonderful pussy again, to drink in more of her sweetness, was put aside. I moved over my waiting lover. Still a tad hesitant of what I was about to do, to commit, I moved the length of my too hard shaft along her opening. Jennifer began to whimper uncontrollably, raising her hips to try and capture me.Shifting lower my mind raced, my face felt hot. I was about to have full sex with a woman other than my wife. Jennifer grabbed hold of my cock and strained up to kiss me intensely. “Put it in! Fuck me! Please!” she begged placing the head of my cock squarely between her opened petals. “Yes! Pleease, I wanta feel you, do it, do it,” she urged. Releasing me she gripped my butt with both hands, pulling me in, and throwing her pelvis up hard.Total body rush instantly, I froze, Jennifer howled. Completely inside this impossibly delightful woman, I was transfixed. I didn’t try to move, didn’t want more, cumming wasn’t my goal, for that would end it all. Amazing sensations of her heat, swimming moist desire, snugness, gripping. Still she pressed me hard into her, almost crying, “Nnn, so good, stay, stay’n me. Ooh, you, soo good.”Jennifer’s vagina pulsed then gripped firm and in a high voice she yelped. Clamping harder, tighter, she gushed. Gushed? Holy geez, she came like that? I hadn’t done anything. I was just inside her pussy. Deeply, wonderfully, inside Jennifer’s pussy. My straining cock, bathed in the hot wetness of her excruciatingly wonderful pussy.”Oh God. I’m…cummming. … I’m cumming, cumming. Oh God. … Oh God…oh…my…God.” Partially collapsing I kissed Jennifer so hard. She was quivering, I was pulsing. We hugged and kissed, tongues seeking. Oh geez, she was crying. Lifting my head I saw the tears. Attempting to stop, she feebly smiled and tried to giggle. I kissed away her tears, even they seemed sweet.Her joy, me outlandishly still hard, I began to move. Slowly, I partially withdrew, then gently, lovingly, returned to deep in her amazing inner sanctum. Jennifer brought her legs up, resting her feet lightly on my back. My groin working against hers, my cock buried so very deep. I felt tiny electric like sensations, beginning at the tip of my now hypersensitive cock, rushing up my spinal cord and filling my brain, like a burst of fireworks in a night sky. What was happening? What magic did this beautiful nymph goddess possess? Slowly we made love, me keeping a steady, deliberate pace, Jennifer never pressuring. She experienced milder but more than one orgasm. I came again but with less thunder. Still connected, I rolled us over, Jennifer now on top. We kissed and cooed and I drifted off.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Stirring, it required a brief moment but then everything flooded back. Jennifer, hair splayed, light weight, sleeping upon me, so sweet. Gently I shifted us and extricated myself. She lightly groaned, moving into a semi prone position. Moving the hair away from her face, I gently kissed her cheek. Rising from the bed, I reached for the sheet and light blanket to cover her with. Pausing to gaze at her loveliness, evidence of our double lovemaking caught my eye. All the sensations, some unique as they were, returned. I went to the bathroom and came back with a towel, wet with warm water at one end. Gently I cleaned away what was visible, then drew up the covers and left, closing the door behind me.Finding my glass at the table, I dumped the contents and made myself a fresh drink. I had the munchies and found the tins of mixed nuts. Recalling Cindy’s laugh telling me about Wally and Phil, I left them in the cupboard. I didn’t care to munch on a walnut or filbert thank you very much. In fact, I thought I may never eat nuts again.I sat at the table, sipped my drink and thought about the enigma called Jen. Damn I wished I smoked. Who, what was Jennifer? She was beautiful sure, beguiling, cute, funny, charming, but. … Why, how did she affect me so? I didn’t even know her really, we’d just met. It wasn’t like I was falling for her. Was I falling for her? Had I already? Was it love? She was alluring, sexy, darling. No, I’d seen, met lots of beautiful, sweet girls before.Ah hell, it was just a male thing, temporary insanity. So what if I’d met a uniquely delightful, multi emotional, enticing, at times c***dlike woman, in a remote, relaxing place. Pfft, no different than any other girl or situation. Sure, that was it, and we all had gotten nude super quick, just after getting introduced too. If just she didn’t look so good, didn’t look at me in that way, didn’t have those eyes, didn’t make me feel so… Oh dear!I thought about my wife. She was in bed with James. Had been even before Jennifer and I were done showering. And cumming no less, as we’d walked by. Had they already fucked? How many times by now? Had they fucked at all? Hell, I hadn’t been all that sure I was going to do that with Jennifer. I want you, she’d sung to James. Fuck! Taking my drink I went outside. Finding myself halfway down to the dock, I turned around and came back. Mosquitoes were out and they were aplenty. I sat at the table again. That didn’t seem comfortable any longer so I went and sat in an armchair. It was, I recalled, the one Jennifer sat in. Fuck, I’m losing it. Looking at the couch then the other chair, I thought no and decided on another shower.Leaving the bathroom, Cindy and James were at the table. Looking a little sheepish, they said hi then continued their quiet conversation. Said hi? That seemed a bit inappropriate. Rather uncomfortable by this whole state of affairs, I opted to see if Jennifer was awake. Kneeling on the floor, I leaned over the bed and kissed her hair.She stirred, “Mmm,” slowly opening eyes, “Boyfriend.” Reaching out she drew us into a long, tender kiss. “Say it again.”I looked at her confused, my mind raced, “My girlfriend,” I replied, understanding. Her kissing became exceedingly intense, loving. She couldn’t have those feelings for me, this was insane. Pulling myself away, I commented, “Come on or you won’t be able to sleep later,” and I left her to get up.I joined Cindy and James at the table, not sure if any of it was to break up their whatever. Jennifer went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I wasn’t going to go there. Not able to think of anything else, I asked, “So are we gonna play cards or what?”Cindy gave me an odd look, but replied, “Sure, gin?” and reached for the cards.”How ’bout a game of shit?” James countered.”Huh?” we both said in reaction.He laughed, “Shit, or mierda, as dad calls it.” He went on to explain, “It’s kinda like gin. You use two decks and each get dealt twelve cards, the rest are the pickup pile. There’s eight rounds… it’s written out.” He went to a closet at the rear and brought back another deck of cards and a piece of paper. We read it as he explained.Round 1 2 sets of 3 of a kind 6 cards Round 2 2 runs of 3 same suit 6 cardsRound 3 2 sets of 4 8 cards Round 4 2 runs of 4 8 cardsRound 5 3 sets of 3 9 cards Round 6 3 runs of 3 9 cardsRound 7 2 sets of 5 10 cards Round 8 2 runs of 6 12 cards Jennifer joined us and urged me to move my chair back. “Wanna sit with my boyfriend.” I think I was more embarrassed than any time before. However, I did as she asked and she made herself comfortable on my lap. Her arm possessively around my neck, I got a big, loud, smack of a kiss on my lips.My wife was smirking and shaking her head. James, simply smiling, went on explaining the game. “As each player gets the round they’re on, they lay down their cards and the hand’s over. Next hand starts, each still trying to get their round, but the player who won needs round two now. When someone gets round eight the game’s over.” Cindy and I nodded slightly. “Before too far in the game, somebody gets frustrated, ‘cus others are going out and they need a round that’s way harder than the others. So when someone else goes out again they say,””Shit!” James and Jennifer called out together and laughed. It was contagious and Cindy and I joined in.We agreed to give shit a try and I tapped Jennifer’s bum. “You gotta move, don’t want you looking at my cards,” I teased. She didn’t budge. “Ahem,” I hinted.”Ask nice,” was her pouty response.Cindy giggling, I figured it best to amuse Jennifer, so I said, “Please move.” She didn’t budge.”James, whatta ya call that game again?” I asked, trying not to chuckle. He and Cindy laughed, even Jennifer giggled.What was I missing? Then it dawned on me, “Please, girlfriend.”Jennifer pecked a kiss and popped off me.The other two were laughing their asses off. It just came out, I couldn’t help it, “Brat!”James got the two decks shuffled together and began to deal. “Shit,” Cindy said in amusement. “What was that other name your… Tom calls it?” she asked him.”Mierda, same thing in Spanish.””So you know Spanish?”Shrugging, James replied, “A few words and phrases.””You Jen?” Cindy continued to query.”Un poco.” “A slow?” I stupidly asked. I should have known better. Everyone laughed at me.”A little!” Jennifer retorted in mock annoyance, then added, “Mi novio.”I wasn’t going to ask, I figured I’d learned my lesson. I drew a card, trying to concentrate on this new game.”Say mi novia,” Jennifer went on, sounding like she was taunting me.”Uh-uh,” I shook my head and discarded a card without thinking. She did one of those annoyed female things, pouting and setting her brow. Cindy and James thought the whole thing quite funny. I was obviously not going to be able to play well. “What?” I asked, getting a little exasperated.James enlightened me, “Mi novio means my boyfriend, novia, girlfriend.””Thank you.” I practiced silently, then looking at my wife, “Cindy you are my wife, I love you and I’m happy.” Cindy smiled and nodded. I think we both looked at Jen at the same time. “Jennifer you are wonderful, crazy, but wonderful. … For the time we’re here, you are…mi novia.” I looked back to my wife and she nodded again then looked away.Jennifer smiled a tiny bit, then got up to make herself a drink. I noticed she had a watery eye. An interesting thing occurred during the game. Twice when my drink got a bit low, Jen jumped up and refreshed it. She didn’t offer for anyone else though. I thought okay, I’ll return the favor. So when she looked like she was about to rise to get one for herself, I offered. She just shook her head and did it herself. Curious.Somehow we managed to wade our way through shit and actually had a fair ole time. I was tired, mentally exhausted from trying to comprehend the day. Looking at the others they seemed to be tired too, well, all but Jen maybe. I’d been to the bathroom recently so I bid my goodnights and hit the sack.I heard voices and toilet flushes. The lights went off and surprise surprise, Jennifer climbed under the covers next to me and snuggled. Wondering why my wife wasn’t with me was kissed away by tender sensuous lips.”Mi novia,” slipped out in a soft whisper.”Mi novio,” Jennifer breathed in return. Tiredness forgotten, we made passionate, dreamy love.In the afterglow, we kissed tiny kisses and lightly caressed. To my amazement Jennifer slid down and carefully kissed and licked all of my shaft. She claimed the traces of our union for herself, all the while cupping and caressing my balls. Now placing me in her mouth she lightly sucked and I reached to softly stroke her hair. With a myriad of emotions running through me, I thought, so wrong, so right.Her light sucking ended. Then, stunned by the unexpected and novel sensation, plus the sheer audacity, I felt Jennifer’s mouth gently take in one of my balls and tenderly suck on it. Moving to the other, she generously did the same. Moving to rest her head on my hip, her hand cupping my sack once again, and sensing her warm breath on my cock, this is how I fell asleep. Aah, wonderful, sweet, mi novia.Chapter 8: Dreams Revisited Waking sometime in the early hours I began kissing my still slumbering lover. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to wake her. It seemed special to simply touch my lips as I pleased, without purpose, other than warm appreciation of this marvelous, complex, yet simplistic woman. Affection and love, certainly at times quite playful, seemed to be at her core. Was I feeling love? I couldn’t be, I loved my wife. Passion, caring, that’s what I felt, nothing more. I smiled, remembering the silent, brief rutting we’d had sometime in the middle of the night. I moved my wee kisses to savor a beautiful breast, then lower to cover her tummy. Pausing to consider a moment, I thought no, and got out of bed. Returning with a towel damp and warm at one end, I wondered why I’d never thought of doing this for my wife. Gently I cleansed the traces of our lovemaking from my girlfriend, mi novia. Unable to resist now, I tenderly kissed Jennifer’s delightful pussy. Pulling away to find the covers to keep her warm, I halted and looked again where I’d just touched my lips. For reasons I did not even begin to comprehend, I was drawn to press my mouth to her entrance. Still unaware of what was motivating me to do so, I tentatively licked.Soon I found myself probing, her heat but also an odd taste assaulted my tongue. It wasn’t bitter or sweet. It was neither repugnant nor… I kaçak bahis didn’t know, didn’t care. I was simply enjoying the mystical pussy of mi novia. Gently I parted her legs more and she stirred, rolling onto her back. She also began lubricating, giving my tongue a mix of her sweetness along with more of the strange new taste. Hearing a soft moan, I probed with gusto and slid a finger inside her awakening pussy, to moisten before tickling her clit.Jennifer’s moans became stronger; her knees parted wide and rose up. Shifting her torso she found my newly rampant cock and engulfed it, voraciously, hungrily. We feasted upon each other, intense passion consuming us once again. With her mouth trying desperately to swallow my cock, she gave a muffled moan. Her hips bucked and she came, gushing as she had before. This time into my mouth. Reflexively I gulped and rapidly swallowed. It was that or choke badly.Pausing to consider what had just happened, I became more aware of Jennifer’s ardent sucking of my shaft and head. Manically I dove down, returning my mouth and tongue to her wondrous pussy, to continue the enjoyment of my apparently blossoming oral addiction. Feeling my climax about to erupt, I just let it happen and it was surprisingly forceful. Jennifer didn’t pull back, made no sounds, other than hard swallowing, again and again.I increased my slurping and tonguing, my finger intermittent on her little nub. A minute after my orgasm had passed, Jennifer cried out in fulfillment, cumming more intensely than before. Last slow, loving licks and kisses to cock and pussy, I turned right-way-up to embrace my girlfriend.”Morning mi novia.”Kissing me, Jennifer replied softly, “Buenos días, mi novio. An interesting way to wake up,” she added smiling.Pretending remorse I professed, “Uh, sorry, it just, sorta happened.” I think I ended with a small grin and got kissed lovingly again.Jennifer lay her head on my chest and lightly caressed my balls before responding, “I’d love to be wakened like that every day.”Loving the attention she seemed to like giving my scrotum, I gave thought to what she had just spoken and replied wistfully, “Yeah, me too, wonderful. Sadly though, even the nicest hopes and dreams seem to fade after a while.””I would never let that happen,” Jennifer immediately replied in earnest, then went on, “To love someone, you don’t let that happen, it’s just part of caring.””Consideration?” I asked.She sat up and looked at me, stating for all the world like a wise, experienced spouse, “Consideration, to me, implies occasional. True lasting love, for me, means placing my guy first. If he’s happy, I would be happy.””Jennifer sweetie,” I began as I also sat up. “That sounds like a romance novel. You can’t be dependent on someone else for your happiness, not totally. They may let you down, then where would you be?”Silent for a good while, she looked into my eyes and softly replied, “I’ll accept that.” She arose from the bed then, pausing at the door, “You didn’t say it wasn’t possible. You only said not totally. I could settle for that.”Her words filled my head, all my neurons firing at once. I realized with more certainty that I couldn’t let this person go out of my life. There was so much about her I found perplexing, confounding, but I knew she also had so much from which I could learn. So much I desired, even if I didn’t understand what that was. Despite not comprehending the full meaning of her words, I believe they settled somewhere in my soul.Suddenly awestruck, it became infinitely clear, the cloud of not perceiving lifted. All the signals had been bombarding me, yet until this moment, I didn’t get it. I was in love. All encompassing, indubitably in love. Despite loving my wife, and trying to fight my feelings, I had fallen in love with Jennifer. Multifaceted, dangerous to my marriage, Jennifer. Fighting back the strong desire to run to her, I walked to the kitchen where she was starting coffee and she turned around. Kissing and hugging mi novia, I began to cry. I have no idea how long we stood there, holding each other, her wiping my tears then crying lightly with me. I didn’t understand why she would be crying. I only knew why I was. Silly hopes and dreams that had never come to pass, and now, there in this impossibly wonderful person, there was hope. Hope yet wrenching heartache, for I was married to another.Jennifer led me to the shower. I protested, not in any state to repeat last night’s version. With assurances we would only shower, I joined her. I did try though for some privacy so I could pee first however. Shaking her head she literally pushed me under the water and took hold of me. “You can’t tell me you’ve never peed in the shower before.” then aimed my cock toward the drain.”Um, not with anyone else in with me.”Feeling super self conscious, I couldn’t go. Jennifer roughly milked me a couple of times, saying, “I watched my dad do this.”It still took a while but I began a relieving flow. Astonishingly I saw a second flow of pee between my feet. Soaping each other she explained more of her thinking, “With someone I care about nothing should be gross. Well, unless maybe it’s stinky,” she added, smiling. As we dried each other, my mind went off on another tangent. Who was this person, that she could have me thinking that peeing with her holding me, was not just okay but even a little neat? And that statement of hers about caring, well that was something I didn’t even want to try and comprehend the extent of, not then anyway.Back in the kitchen, I wanted to cuddle. “Here, take some coffee and shoo,” I was admonished. “I have things to do,” my new-found love added while tying a dish towel about her waist like an apron.Without having to try very hard, I gave her a forlorn look, but alas to no avail. Deciding to try Fred’s dock fishing, I left with my mug of coffee, but it was too cool this morning. So I retreated to dress in jeans, shirt and shoes before trying again. I got out a chair and rod, plus a tackle box. Hook baited with a florescent plastic worm, I cast out and sat with my coffee to wait. A pleasant kiss roused me. “Catching any?”Cindy inquired with amusement.”Oh hi,” I replied foggily and realized the early sun was finally breaking from the clouds. “You know, I believe Fred just comes here to relax and think. There’s no fish near the dock.””Possible,” Cindy responded, then giggled, “Maybe he comes here to play with his rod.” We broke into laughter. “How you doing?” she asked, changing tack.I opened my mouth a couple of times but nothing came out. Trying again, I replied, “Troubled, Jennifer teases, but she really means what she says… How are you?””It’s been different, quite pleasant actually. … George, I’m sorry, I never thought I’d ever say, or do, something like that, ever.”I reflected then simply agreed. “It has been different. Guess we need to get back to reality.” “You do know Jen’s got it real bad for you?”That stung. I didn’t want to discuss that issue any deeper, or how I felt either. I tried to dismiss it by offering, “Oh come on, maybe she’s just gotten carried away with her teasing, playing.””Yeah? You think you know women? Better have an appetite, she’s up there cooking your breakfast.””Huh, really?””Uh huh, and it’s almost ready. Wouldn’t let me do anything. Said she wanted to show you she could cook.””Oh fuck.””Fish grilled with onions, garlic and red pepper. Then she stewed and thickened it. Put them in small casserole dishes with eggs on top. They’ll be done baking soon.””Holy, guess I’d best like it.”Cindy laughingly replied, “By George, I think you’ve got it.””Argh.” Then I swatted at her butt and she moved out of the way, laughing. Finally noticing, I questioned, “Topless with shorts on?””Period came on early. Hurry up, I just came down here to get you.”I put away the things I had out and went to where my wife was waiting. “We need to leave today, what do you think? Just say goodbye, not see them again?”Cindy stopped to look at me. “Don’t pull that on me. It’s your question, you answer it,” she challenged.”Um, it involves both of us.””The way you worded it you were looking for one answer. Don’t try and lay it on me.” “Argh! I don’t understand women.”Cindy resumed walking and responded, “No George you don’t. Worse, you don’t understand you.”The cottage had the aroma of some serious cooking, fresh coffee, fish, garlic and other more subtle scents I couldn’t distinguish. I got a kiss from Jennifer followed by the directive, “Sit, eat.”Before me, us, were individual bowls of baked eggs with fish in a sauce under them. They looked done to perfection. A large central plate of buttered, sliced toast, she’d even taken jam from the jar and put it in a small dish. There was also a small dish of chili sauce, made by her mother and her, Jen pointed out. Salt, pepper, ketchup and, surprisingly, Tabasco were also there. It was delicious and I kept complimenting. Jennifer kept topping up my coffee, then sitting beside me again to eat, but also to observe. She’d give a pleased smile when I’d comment well or nod. I even tried using the Tabasco and accepted her prompt to use some toast to sweep the last of the flavor from my bowl.As much as I enjoyed my meal I felt unsettled. Cindy had watched me curiously throughout the whole time. What was I supposed to do, not like it? Maybe I’d like it too much? Had I given myself away? Damn.I started to pick up my dishes and utensils but got a quick scolding from Jennifer, “Go, sit over there,” indicating the arm chairs. “Enjoy your coffee,” and she began clearing the table. I felt so on the spot, between this woman and my wife. I think I did the right thing, I allowed Jennifer to finish her home maker impression.Sipping my coffee I thought, dang, if I smoked I’d have a cigar and read the paper. If I had a cigar, and if I had a paper. Cindy informed James, “We have to leave today.”He looked very disappointed. Jennifer’s head dropped nearly into the sink when she heard, and I felt like a total ass for not thinking to let her know personally. Then again perhaps this was easier.”Guess we’ll be heading back too,” James sadly remarked. “Sure you have to go?””Yeah, George has to work tomorrow.”Cindy went to James. “Come on, the boat needs to be in the boathouse doesn’t it?” Glumly he nodded. “We left some clothes there too,” and so off they went.Feeling my neck, I went to hug Jennifer, however she pulled away angrily, saying, “You don’t want me. You don’t care.” She’d been crying, tears streamed down her face.Managing to grasp her, I hugged her tight. “Not true, not even close. I didn’t know how to tell you is all.”Jennifer continued to sob loudly. I led her to the couch and sat us down.”You used me. You knew I wanted you.””How can you say that? Jennifer look at me,” I said firmly and turned her chin. “I wanted you, we wanted each other. Please don’t think I took advantage.Blubbering, she asked, “Will I ever see you again?””I hope so, I really do. Jennifer, I care for you very much. More than I have a right to. You need to remember, I’m married to Cindy. This has all been crazy wonderful, but this happened so suddenly. We’re not used to this kinda thing.”She hugged me hard and I kissed the top of her head. “Will you try? I want to be with you.””Cindy and I need time sweetie. We have to see how we feel, how it all settles. I’m sure we’ll see each other. It would be foolish to make any promises, but I’m really going to try.”Sniffling, Jennifer looked up at me. “Okay.” She kissed me and we held that kiss a long, long time. Breaking apart she stood, and going back to the dishes, added, “I’ll wait.”Fuck, I was in so much trouble.Cindy and James returned and the four of us accomplished the rest of what we needed to do for closing the cottage. The naturist time at an end, the others dressed while I changed out of my jeans and into some shorts. Our personal things loaded in the trunk, the back seat of the car held two garbage bags to be dropped at their home. One for just that, which wasn’t to be left out for a****ls to get at. The second for laundry that their family would see to. Two grocery bags held perishables that we’d divvied up.We opted to have Cindy and James take the loaded car, with Jennifer and myself bringing the bikes. I’d ridden a small bike when I was in college so this was going to be a kick for me. One last look around and we locked up. Cindy drove off with James, my beautiful conundrum and I went down to the lake one last time. James had chopped up the few leftover fish saying we should give back what we don’t use. At the dock we tossed food to the ones still waiting to be caught. Holding hands, we gazed out at the water a long while.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Riding a motor bike again was fun. Too short a ride, but fun. Walking to the entrance of the family’s home part of the building, I got butterflies. I was about to meet, “The Parents”. This was completely silly. I wasn’t about to propose or run off with Jennifer. Heck I’d already met Tom, and naked no less. Was it the prospect of meeting Mary? Me a married man arriving with, “The Precious Daughter”. I felt guilt now, guilt at having been intimate with her. Would it be written all over my face? The fact that Cindy had already arrived with James, perhaps also seen as a couple, didn’t lessen my trepidations. I stopped, tempted with the urge to run.Jennifer took my hand and I nervously tried to free it. Gripping me harder and with a big smile she declared, “Come on boyfriend, I want you to meet my mom.”Being pulled forward, I felt impending doom as I went to face the almost certain interrogation.Entering their home, a surprisingly good sized two story affair, Jennifer called out but received no reply. We continued through the main floor and then via another door into the store. All four were there. Mary was about James’ height, with long, medium brunette hair. She was quite attractive and had a pleasant trim figure. Seeing Tom and Mary together, it was easier to understand how their c***dren turned out as they had. They were a light humored, happy couple, as well as good looking. Happy? Maybe things wouldn’t be as bad as my mind had led me to think.Jennifer continued to hold my hand like we were duct taped together. Glancing at her mother I noticed her regarding us with an amused assessment. While James didn’t seem to portray the same possessiveness with my wife, it was clear from the both of them that they had something special for each other.A voice from a speaker requested gas for a boat and Tom said to his son, “Don’t know that one, better go down.” James took off by himself and Tom explained, “If they aren’t known cottagers they pay first.”Cindy went off to explore the few racks and shelves of clothing that were kept in stock. Shortly after three young guys came through the front door and headed straight for the pop cooler.At the counter one cracked to Jennifer, “So you gonna go out with me soon?””You haven’t met George, my boyfriend,” she stated dismissively and held up our clasped hands.With that Jennifer led me out of the store and back to the kitchen area of their home, with her mother close behind. Entering the kitchen Jennifer inquired, “Is the coffee fresh mom?””Not really,” Mary replied. “Never concerned you before,” she added, turning to me with a surprised smile.Jennifer dumped out the old coffee and began making a new pot. Her mother indicated for me to have a seat and she joined me at the table. Grinning she teased, “George, my my, she’s never referred to anyone as her boyfriend before. You much be very special.”I tried to respond, “It’s Jennifer who’s the special one, but I think this is all pretty hopeless.””I told you I’d wait,” Jennifer countered as she came over and squeezed onto my lap. I believe I may have turned a brand new shade of red. “When we’re together we can be boyfriend and girlfriend. Just complicated is all.”Despite having this discussion in front of her mother, I felt I needed to press on. “Sweetie, until I met you yesterday I was happily married. I’d like to think I still am, or can be.”We debated back and forth with Jennifer seemingly undeterred.A buzzer sounded and Mary went back to the store. Returning she remarked, “It’s okay, James came back and he’s going to help.” For my benefit she explained, “When it gets busy or we need to watch someone we try and have another in there. However in this case, Tom wanted to take your wife to the store room to show her some other clothes we have.””Oh neat,” Jennifer exclaimed, smirking. Her mother’s and my mind slowly twigged as to possibly why she’d come out with that.”They could be just looking at clothes,” Mary replied defensively, then thought before adding, “I suppose I don’t mind.” Looking to me she went on, “Dad said you know about our family, and Tom was over to the cottage… Oh I don’t know.” I wanted to crawl into a hole but that wouldn’t help. I thought about storming in and yelling at my wife but I didn’t actually know there was any intent in what they were doing. Besides, I hadn’t thought bad about Cindy with James, especially when I wanted his sister. Jennifer shocked the beejesus out of both of us saying, “Mom, I want to show my boyfriend my room. Why don’t you come with us?”Mary and I instantly turned red and automatically glanced at each other before purposefully turning away. Breaking the deafening silence, “You two go on,” her mom replied at last. Then to my further shock she added, “Maybe another time.” Jennifer tried to get me to stand. Feeling self conscious as hell I rejected her. “I don’t think my psyche can handle any more right now, maybe your mother either.” Things settled down over coffee. Mary said she’d make some sandwiches for lunch but Jennifer insisted on doing it and went to do so. Smiling at me again her mother commented, “I’ve never seen her like this. You’re going to come back?” With a slight diverting of her eyes, she added, “Both of you?””Right now that’s a million dollar question. Wish I could answer it,” I replied. “A day or a week from now, I may be in the doghouse with Cindy. Maybe on the drive home, I don’t know.”Jennifer tried reassuring me by saying, “James and Cindy spent the night together, so why should you be in trouble?I hesitated and chewed my lip. “Okay, I may as well get this out. If you can’t see it, Cindy must surely. It’s feelings Jennifer. I have some deep feelings for you.”Rushing over to me she responded, “I’m in with love you.” A long, deep kiss then Jennifer added, “I think you know that already.” I merely nodded and kissed her back.I continued, “I don’t think Cindy has quite those feelings with your brother.” Stalling I added, “She really likes him, it’s obvious, but… I’m afraid to say, and I do mean afraid, that despite the short time… Jennifer, I think I’ve fallen in love with you too.”Throwing herself onto my lap again she hugged and kissed me fiercely. Mary interrupted our passion, remarking, “I don’t envy you two.” She then went to get the sandwiches her daughter had forgotten on the counter. We quietly ate and I thought about Jennifer’s mother’s words. She hadn’t, out of hand, dismissed our feelings. Nor had she encouraged anything, curious. I let it settle in my mind that perhaps she had just left out a fact, love is what love is. Geez, I seemed to be throwing the love word around rather loosely. Maybe it was merely misunderstood desire, a crush. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.My wife and Tom came in. Looking mildly embarrassed, she put a store bag beside a chair and sat down to eat. She was wearing a new short, purple tank top. Tom’s demeanor I wasn’t sure about. He took a sandwich and coffee back into the store then James came in for his lunch.Jennifer busied herself writing something, then handed it to me along with the pen and pad. “We almost forgot,” she stated.It was her name, address, phone number and email address. As I began writing out ours, her last name that she’d written didn’t seem right to me. “Your last name is Wilkins?” I queried.”Uh-huh,” she responded.Mary cut in and explained, “In Cuba the woman always keeps her family name. Her husband’s last name can be added but comes before her own last name.””I’m confused.”Smiling, she went on, “Tom’s name is, Tomas Garcia. I’m now, Mary Garcia Wilkins.” I nodded, finally understanding. “Tom thought it best so I went along with it. Different huh? So the k**s both have the last name, Wilkins,” she added.Glancing to my wife, who had remained oddly quiet, I joked, “And here we thought one Wilkins was maybe enough when we met Fred.” Cindy stuck her tongue out at me.James peeked a look at what I’d written out, then smiling, said, “James Wilkins would like Cindy Richardson to go for a walk with him.”Cindy flustered a bit but replied, “Why Mr. Wilkins, I’d be delighted.” They stood from the table and left. When they were gone Jennifer blurted, “Did you see the look on dad’s face when he came in mom?”Mary’s reply was slow. “Yes, yes I did.”They were both looking at me so I admitted, “Cindy had a look too.””And now Cindy’s with James again,” Jennifer remarked.Turning with a stern face, I looked at her squarely. “Don’t ever try to put my wife down.””I’m sorry, really I am,” Jennifer offered. “I just meant, there’s no reason we can’t, you know…” Looking at Jennifer’s sincere face I immediately softened. “I’m sorry too, guess I’m edgy today.”I glanced at Mary and saw her looking back. We held each others gaze and slowly our expressions turned to slightly amused, then mildly embarrassed smiles. Signals seemed to be exchanged. Jennifer apparently had been watching and whispered in my ear. I went to her mother and held out my hands.”May I hug you?”Taking my hands, she stood and we embraced for several seconds. Moving apart we looked curiously at each other. “Oh kiss already,” Jennifer teasingly prompted.There seemed little excuse not to at that point, and so we did. A long, pleasant kiss, then I felt Jennifer hugging us both. “Can we please go upstairs now?” she quietly asked.Mary pulled away, took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “I’ll go tell Tom not to expect help for awhile,” then she went off to do so.I heard the door to the store close and she returned. The three of us silently went up to Jennifer’s room, Jennifer behind her mom and I.”You two have way too many clothes on,” we heard behind us. We turned and saw Jennifer was already naked. She added, “Going to the washroom first,” and left.Mary and I embraced and kissed, then began removing each others clothing. We didn’t say anything, there was no need. She had a quite pleasant, trim body and once we were nude I embraced her fully. “Mmm, very nice,” I complimented in her ear.Another kiss and we laid down on her daughter’s bed. I spotted Jennifer standing in the doorway watching us and I raised an arm, beckoning her. Shifting over to make room we became three, me in the middle, my right arm about Jennifer, my left around her mother.Wondering how to begin was taken away as Jennifer turned slightly and we began kissing. Mary started kissing my ear and neck. A hand from each side moved down my body and caressed my cock and balls. Suddenly I was kissing Mary and Jennifer lightly kissed my chest. Back and forth the kisses went, tongues mingled now. I pulled Jennifer up higher and suckled her breasts. Nudging her mother, she shifted up and I did the same with her somewhat larger ones. Her areolas and nipples were also larger, and a very light brown.Jennifer slid down to my groin. “No, let me,” her mom called out.”He’s mine ya know.”Mary moved down and gently nudged her away. “I know, just let me get him ready for you.”Jennifer returned to kiss me as her mother wondrously sucked my cock into her mouth. Tenderly and wetly she mouthed and sucked, her tongue teasing. Glancing down she looked a pretty sight.Jennifer moved to mount me but her mom protested, “Not yet.”She tugged my legs and prompted me to move to the end of the bed, my bum at the edge, feet on the floor. With Mary holding my shaft straight up, her daughter now positioned over me and lowered herself onto my now well prepared, very rigid cock. She started to work her pussy on my shaft, lubricating and going deeper with each down thrust. Her mother moved to the floor, and with her other hand caressed the base of my cock and balls. Jennifer and I glued our mouths together as our pelvises touched.Breaking for air I whispered, “I want to taste your mom.”With a big grin Jennifer called out, “Oh mom? Come up here.” Mary moved up and looked at us with questioning eyes. Trying for a straight face her daughter remarked, “My boyfriend is hungry.”Jennifer and I broke into big grins and Mary got the message. Smiling, she deeply tongue kissed me then positioned herself. Lowering her pussy to my mouth, I kissed and licked in initial greeting. I murmured my delight in her heady scent and taste. Softer and milder in her nature, she subtly moved her pussy about in response to my eager exploration. Like her daughter, her lips were bare, though she had a short trim of hair above.Jennifer rocked and pumped slowly on my cock as I probed her mom deeper. “Wonderful,” I complimented. The last twenty-four hours had knocked the fire out of any urge to go more forcefully. Mary gave a sound of pleasure and ground herself against my mouth, her juices increasing rapidly. Behind her mother, Jennifer sighed her own pleasure and reached to stimulate her mom’s breasts.Jennifer lustfully teased, “So, you like my mom?” “Delicious,” came my muffled reply, then I stopped for a moment. “Mary, the rest of you is pretty nice too. I do like you,” and I resumed feasting on her pussy.I flicked my tongue on her mother’s clit then sucked it firmly. Mary let out a long moan and her daughter chuckled. Jennifer’s finger found her mom’s clit so I adjusted to lick, probe and suck the open lips of this tasty, flowing pussy. Mary moaned harder and louder, then tensed and came.A few moments later she moved off me and prompted her daughter to turn around. Pivoting on my cock, Jennifer turned to face away from me and placed her legs over mine. Her mom returned to the floor and she resumed the caressing of my sack. I felt her tongue on the base of my cock and I moaned loudly. She began licking all about, including my balls. She sucked each one gently into her mouth. Her tongue moved up and left me, then returned, licking down. She repeated this in a rhythm now, up, disappearing, then down.”My god,” I groaned out. She was licking her daughter’s pussy too. This was almost too much for my senses and I had to fight off cumming. Jennifer was writhing on my cock and her mother’s tongue. Wanting her to cum first, I clutched onto Jennifer’s tits and squeezed. She began to buck and cry out. Wailing, she came, her vagina gripping my cock hard.Her mother concentrated her tongue and mouth on my cock now. Her hand worked my balls more firmly. Yelling out, blast after blast of cum shot into Jennifer’s still clinging pussy. Mary pushed and dislodged her daughter. Instantly my cock was in her mouth and she sucked hard trying for the last spurts of my seed. When there was no more she sucked and licked everywhere, hungrily taking in all she could find, bathing me in the process. Seemingly satisfied she moved to her daughter and began to hotly tongue and suck her pussy, cleaning and drinking from her as well. Jennifer whimpered and held her mother’s head.After catching our breath we all moved back up onto the bed and cuddled. “Mmm, Mary I don’t know whether I should ask you to adopt me or marry me.”She grinned and kissed me. “How old are you?””Twenty-two.”Still grinning she said, “You’re not the right age for either. How about part-time lover?””Deal.” And we kissed.Jennifer gave a little whine and switching to kiss her I reassured, “But you come before your mom.””So that means you’ll come back?” she asked.”Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”Jennifer quickly inquired, “What about Cindy?””Ah, you beat me to it. I was going to add, wild horses never, my wife maybe.”Mary teased, “There aren’t any wild horses anywhere near, so we’ll have to make sure Cindy wants to come back too.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~Goodbyes, hugs and kisses, then remembering at the last moment, pictures were taken. Final kissing pecks and we began our drive home. I had Cindy drive, I was too tired and I slumped against the door. There were only snippets of conversation; I think I dozed a lot of the way. “They seem like a nice family,” remarked my wife.”Mm-hm, different though.”Some miles on I heard, “Guess we both had some firsts, eh George.”My mind buzzed but I didn’t respond.Much later in the trip I felt better and sat up and stretched. “Aah, be good to get home and be kinda normal again.”Cindy said nothing for a while then inquired, “What’s normal?””Um, well… Hmm, a fair question I guess.”A few minutes later my wife added, “I may like frisky, James and Jen were.””Yeah, sure were.”Coming down our street, Cindy glanced at Paul’s place as we passed by. “There’s always Paul, maybe I can relearn shy from him.”I considered a response and waited until we stopped in our driveway. “Don’t be too sure about shy. You’ve stirred him. That kiss and hug were just before we left. You know what they say about absence. “Oops, you really think so?” Cindy asked in response.”I don’t know, just a thought. Then again, he’s unlikely to be like Fred or his family. You being married, he probably won’t try anything.”~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~That night in bed while laying on my back, trying to let my mind relax so I could sleep, Cindy moved the covers off. Changing position to kneel between my legs, she swiftly put my flaccid cock in her mouth. Gently but steadily, my wife sucked me.Nearly erect, she removed her mouth and licked it all over. Returning my head and shaft to her warm, wet mouth, she began a steady bobbing up and down, this time sucking harder. My god, my wife was sucking my cock for real. She paused her suction to broaden her tongue as she moved her mouth up and down along my length. Then she began sucking again. Despite all my activity the last twenty-four hours I came. Came in my wife’s mouth. Holy shit. I didn’t even think to warn her, I just came. And she swallowed. Every last drop of my cum, she swallowed. “Cindy, that was so wonderful, thank you.”Moving back up to her pillow, she simply answered, “You’re welcome,” and turned away from me, assuming her sleep position. No kiss, no snuggling, no indication she wanted anything in return.I didn’t know what to make of it. Finally I came out with, “Guess I got a first huh?A long silence then, “No,” she corrected, speaking into her pillow.Involuntarily I groaned. “James?””His dad.””Ho-ly shit!”She added, “Then James.””What? Nothing, and now three in one day?””Well, you wanted me to change,” Cindy added, notably without sarcasm.I turned over to try for sleep. Several minutes later, in a sleepy voice, I heard, “Wonder if I can teach Paul to be less shy?”The End…

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