Karen Brandon felt the dry hot sun soaking into her sleek nearly naked body. She was sipping a tall cold drink made of gin and limes. She gave a long, low sigh of pleasure. She'd made it at last. Here she was on a rich man's yacht, hanging out with the jet set. What more could a girl want?
Well, to begin with, a decent fuck.
The thought just bubbled up in her head, and she blushed as it came to her – but, damn it, it was true. The hot day, the sight of all that smooth tan flesh, the attractive men she was talking with – it all combined to make her maddeningly horny. Alas, there was nothing she could do about it. She had her husband Phil along.
Of course she'd never cheat on Phil anyhow. If it weren't for Phil, they wouldn't even be here today. Philip Brandon, a thirty-year-old lawyer, had been Karen's husband for five years. During that time he'd made a big name for himself as a corporation attorney, and now they'd been invited aboard this yacht for private talks with Harry Rosen, a fabulously wealthy businessman who was thinking of hiring Phil. If Phil became Harry's personal attorney, their worries would be over forever.
At least their financial worries. Karen sighed again as she thought about her marriage, not a contented sigh this time. She loved Phil dearly and was very proud of his success, but, much as she hated to admit it, he was a lousy lover. If she weren't so inexperienced herself, she might be able to teach him something – but Phil was the only man she'd ever fucked.
"Another drink Mrs. Brandon?"
Karen opened her eyes and saw the steward, Manuel, bending over her. My God, she thought, what a gorgeous stud! Again she blushed as wicked thoughts bubbled helplessly into her mind. The handsome Mexican-American steward was about her own age, twenty-five, and was superbly muscled, deeply tan, and had lazy glowing brown eyes that made her poor starved cunt go all hot and wet.
"Yes, thank you, Manuel," she said, holding out her empty glass.
Manuel took the glass, and their fingers brushed. Karen experienced a rush of lust so powerful that she almost gasped aloud. Blushing, she looked around hastily to see if anyone had noticed her horny reaction to Manuel. My God, it seemed as if she could think of nothing but sex from the instant she stepped onto this yacht!
Phil sat close beside her but hadn't been watching her. He was listening to Harry. Phil was handsome enough, but his slightly receding hairline and horn-rimmed glasses made him look very studious. So did the pipe he always had in his mouth. He was wearing skimpy navy blue swimming trunks, and he looked good in them, but somehow he lacked the animal magnetism of dark-eyed Manuel.
Harry Rosen, owner of the yacht, was about fifty and had a thick head of silver hair. He was a big bearish man, but by no means fat. Karen sensed great power in him, harsh strength, even though he laughed a lot and was the perfect host. Like his steward he was tanned practically the color of roast turkey. Beside him, rubbing him down with suntan lotion, was his current mistress, Luann Hart.
Luann was about the same age as Karen, but next to her Karen felt dumpy and middle-aged. Luann had been a starlet briefly before she recognized her own lack of talent and decided to let Harry support her. She'd learned all the Hollywood tricks of make-up and dress, and she always looked as if she'd just stepped off a movie set. Tall, slender, red-haired, she had large melon-shaped breasts that practically popped out of her tiny bikini bra. Karen noticed that even Phil, her studious husband, kept ogling Luann's cleavage.
Oh, well, she couldn't blame him. Their marriage was getting pretty dull after five years. He looked at other women now, and she looked at other men. Still, Karen wasn't all that bad-looking, even if she lacked. Luann's super-sophisticated style. In fact Karen looked pretty good – as she could tell from the way Manuel's eyes swept hungrily over her body.
The young steward brought her another drink, threading his way carefully through the lounging people, somehow not interrupting the intense discussion Phil and Harry were having. Manuel moved like a cat, quiet and unobtrusive. Yet Karen could feel his warm brown eyes burning her flesh. The way he looked at her as he handed her the drink – well, she couldn't explain it exactly, but it was as if he'd stripped her naked and was exploring every intimate part of her body with his eyes.
"Thank you, Manuel," she said faintly.
"You are more than welcome, Mrs. Brandon," he said with a grin.
He turned away, and she found herself gawking helplessly at the tight muscular rounds of his ass. There ought to be a law against leans that tight, she thought. She also told herself to be cool. They'd only been on the yacht an hour, and already she was acting like an animal in heat. Phil was here for business, that was all. She must be careful not to spoil things for him. She must smile and be the perfect wife.
"How are you coming along, Karen?" asked Harry Rosen. "Hope Phil and I aren't boring you with our business talk."
"Oh, no, not at all, Mr. Rosen," said Karen.
"Call me Harry," he said, puffing on an enormous cigar. "It's all first names on the yacht. You just let Manuel know if you want anything, honey."
"Thank you, Harry," Karen said, flushing slightly.
Harry didn't know it, but there was something she really would dig having from Manuel – not that she'd ever get the nerve to ask for it. She believed in being faithful to her husband, even if things weren't so great in bed any more. She closed her eyes and sipped her drink, trying to blank her mind, trying not to think about Manuel, about sex…
"Ah, good, here come Roger and Penny," said Harry.
The three-day cruise was to consist of Harry and Luann, Phil and Karen, and Roger and Penny Green. Roger, a lean blond man in his mid-thirties, was Harry's chief accountant. His wife Penny was around thirty, a tall brunette with a voluptuous figure. They boarded the yacht, and Harry got up to shake hands with Roger and exchange a kiss with Penny.
"You two get into your bathing suits," Harry said, "and Manuel will have drinks waiting. Then we can get underway."
The Greens disappeared into the cabin, and Manuel and Harry prepared the boat for launching. Karen felt excited about the prospect of seeing new places, even if ft was only southern California and Baja. So far in their marriage it had been nothing but work. Phil was scrambling to get to the top, and she'd been right there with him, being the hostess, being the wife he could show off. They'd never had a vacation in the whole five years of their marriage.
Maybe things would change now, if Harry hired Phil. Maybe they, could relax a little and start to enjoy each other. Maybe Phil wouldn't always be in such a hurry when they made love. She was starved for leisurely, luxurious loving, the kind she never got from her ambitious busy husband. If he'd just take the time to arouse her.
Roger and Penny reappeared in their bathing suits, and Manuel, after handing them tall cool drinks, took the boat out of the harbor. Even Harry was impressed enough with the view to stop talking for a while, and they all just lay back and looked. Luann snuggled into Harry's lap, and he slipped an arm around her. Karen smiled absently at them, thinking how cozy they looked.
Then she saw Luann slipping her hand inside Harry's swimming trunks.
Karen blushed hotly and looked away, but no one noticed her embarrassment. Apparently no one but her noticed what Luann was doing, either. It was pretty bold and outrageous, but on the other hand Luann probably thought nobody could see. She smiled serenely at the view while slipping her hand farther and farther into Harry's trunks. At last her small hand was covering the very spot where his cock had to be.
Harry gave absolutely no sign of what was happening except a vague smile. Like his mistress, he contentedly watched the view. Karen had a feeling that this was a game they played often, a sexy little game designed to give pleasure and test nerve. She saw Luann's hand moving inside Harry's trunks, gently and rhythmically squeezing. Harry gave a contented grunt but otherwise didn't react.
Well, thought Karen…
She certainly was moving in fast company if it was considered okay to jack off your boyfriend in public. She supposed she ought to ignore it, but she was fascinated with what Luann was doing, and she kept sneaking looks. Luann's hand moved faster and faster as she massaged and frigged Harry's cock. Karen tried to imagine doing the same thing to Phil, but she knew it'd never happen. Phil would be scandalized if she tried anything like that. He hardly believed in any foreplay at all, let alone public displays of lust. In fact though she hated to admit it, her husband was a prig.
After about five minutes of that naughty massage, Luann drew her hand out of Harry's trunks – and left behind an enormous erection. Again Karen couldn't help looking and blushing. The guy's crotch was hugely and stiffly tented by his hardened prick. Luann really knew her stuff. Harry gave a long low sigh as she took her hand away, and then he quickly got up and headed for the cabin.
"Luann and I are gonna have a little nap before dinner, folks," he said. "You just ask Manuel for anything you want. We'll see you in an hour or so."
Everyone else nodded casually. Apparently only Karen knew just what kind of "nap" Harry had in mind. She found herself burning with envy of Luann, wishing that she was going below with an eager lover. My God, she could use it! She thought of them down there in the master cabin, Harry's long rigid prick sliding into Luann's moist eager cunt! Just thinking about it, she experienced dizzying lust. That did it – she just had to get laid.
"Phil," she said huskily, "I think a nap would be a good idea for us, too."
He took his pipe out of his mouth and gawked at her. "But, honey," he said, "there's a fantastic view here. I'm not at all tired – we got plenty of sleep last night."
Karen suppressed a moan of impatience. "Phil, darling," she said, "trust me. You need a nap. And I want to talk to you alone."
She said it all in a low voice, so the Greens couldn't hear, and she kept a smile on her face – but Phil got the message. Karen didn't ask for much from him, but when she really wanted something she let him know it. He knocked out his pipe, got up, stretched, and spoke to the Greens.
"I think Karen and I'll catch a little nap, too," he said casually. "We'll see you at dinner."
To his astonishment, Penny Green broke into a loud laugh. "Oh, we know what you two are up to," she said. "Have fun."
Karen blushed and hurried to their cabin. Phil came after her looking puzzled. "What do you suppose Penny Green meant by that remark?" he said.
Karen looked at him wistfully, wondering if he could really be that dense. "Why, I don't know, darling," she said, moving up close to him. "It doesn't matter anyhow."
She kissed him, wriggling her slick little tongue gently and teasingly into his mouth. She put her arms around him and rubbed her stiff-nippled tits against his bare chest, ground her belly against his. She could feel her hungry cunt creaming steadily now, moistening the crotch of her bikini. She broke the kiss with a loud sigh.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" said Phil.
"Oh, my God," said Karen, "I can't believe you."
"What do you mean, honey?" he said, genuinely puzzled. "I don't understand."
Karen sighed. "I guess you really don't understand, do you, Phil?" she said wearily. "Well, let me enlighten you. There's a whole world out there and you don't seem to have discovered. It's called sex. That's why Harry and Luann went below – to get it on, not to nap. That's why I wanted you alone. I need you, Phil. Is that clear enough?"
He blushed right down to his toes. "Oh," he said. "Oh, I see."
"You just take a moment and get used to the idea," Karen said patiently. "I'm sure you'll remember how it's done."
She didn't mean to be unkind, but sometimes she wondered about Phil. He was so wrapped up in his career that he never seemed to think about sex unless she reminded him. Well, she was certainly going to remind him now. She'd already told him what she wanted – and now she started doing a slow striptease just for him. that ought to get him interested.
There was a full-length mirror in the cabin, and Karen could watch herself as she undressed. She saw a moderately tall slim blonde with pert pretty features and an excellent figure. She would have liked to have had boobs as big as Luann's, but you can't have everything, and her own grapefruit-size tits were perfectly fine. No, there was nothing at all wrong with her body – except that it attracted everyone but her husband.
Slowly, her chest thrust out impudently in Phil's direction, Karen untied her bikini bra and let it drop to the floor. Her pale round tits jigged out into their natural shape, firm and globular. Her nipples were dainty, pink, and pointed with arousal. She moved up close to Phil for a moment and rubbed her stiff little nipples against his bare chest, then backed off again and started inching down her bikini bottoms.
Phil had at least taken his pipe out of his mouth and was looking at her. But his crotch wasn't tented the way Harry's had been.
"Darling," Karen said with an impish grin, "don't look so solemn. I'm just suggesting that we make love."
"But it's the middle of the afternoon," Phil said disapprovingly. "Couldn't it wait til tonight?"
"No," Karen said angrily, "it can't. Dammit, Phil, do we always have to do things according to a schedule? I get horny when my body says so, not when the clock says so."
Phil was blushing – she'd said a naughty word.
Dammit, couldn't she do anything to shake up this puritan husband of hers? Determinedly Karen thrust her belly forward and inched down her bikini panties, very slowly unveiling her pretty golden muff, a small dainty triangle of fur. Phil's eyes went to her gleaming bush – but his cock stayed small.
Her bikini bottoms slithered down her long tan legs, and she stepped out of the garment, slim and naked and ready. Phil was still standing there like a dummy. If she was going to get fucked, she'd have to do more to arouse him. Was the man made of ice? Sometimes she wondered.
"Phil," she sighed, "don't you ever think about sex?"
"Sure," he said coolly. "I'm a perfectly normal guy."
"Oh, I know that," she said. "I know you don't go for guys or anything like that. But it just seems like you aren't interested in making love very much."
He shrugged, as if it were no big deal. "I guess I'm just wrapped up in my work," he said.
Karen suddenly dropped to her knees in front of him and seized the waistband of his trunks. She could see that words would have no effect on him, so she decided on a little surprise. Phil always kept their sex simple and didn't like much foreplay, but maybe this would appeal to him for a change. She'd never done it to him before.
She'd touched his cock, but she'd never used her mouth on it. She trembled with excitement as she thought about the little surprise she had in mind…
"Honey, what are you doing?" Phil said. "I can take off my own bathing suit. Besides? I'm not sure I feel like making love just now."
"You will, dear," Karen said. "Just give me one minute, okay? You can give your own wife one minute of your time, can't you, Phil?"
"All right," he said, "but I don't understand what you're trying to prove."
Karen grimly rolled down his bathing suit and got it off. His cock was utterly limp, pale and dangling soft. Still it was the only cock she knew, the only one she'd ever seen or touched, and just the sight of it made her pussy swell up hot and aching with need. Moaning softly, Karen slipped her hand under her husband's flaccid prick and raised it gently to her lips.
She stuck out her gleaming wet pink tongue and began to lick Phil's doughy pale dick. It was a handsome cock, milky-white with delicate blue veins and a dull-rose head, springing from a crisp neat bush of brown tight curls. His balls were attractive, too, bright rosy bags of flesh that quivered delicately as she worked. She licked hungrily, wetly, up and down his soft warm prick.
"Karen," he gasped, "you don't have to."
That was as far as he got. Karen grinned to herself. Either she'd totally blown his mind by licking his cock for the first time, or else he was digging it so much he couldn't talk. At least she'd finally gotten his mind off business. Her powerful lust impelled her to do even more wicked things to him, and with a hungry moan she suddenly sucked his whole limp cock into her mouth.
"Karen," he gasped. "My God…"
He swayed dizzily and put his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. He gasped and panted as his wife sucked fast and loud on his cock. It must have come as quite a surprise to him, as she'd never done anything to his prick before except timidly pump it in her fist. Now she was mouthing it lewdly, sucking it like candy. Phil couldn't help moaning with pleasure and excitement.
"Oh, my God," he whined, "Karen, darling…"
Karen was just as excited as he was. She hadn't been sure if she'd like sucking cock, but there was no doubt in her mind now. She loved it. It was terribly exciting having his warm silky meat on her tongue, and she enjoyed the sucking sensation. Then it got even more exciting as she felt him going hard in her mouth.
"Dear Jesus," Phil gasped. "Karen, honey, stop…"
Of course he'd be shocked. Being Phil, he'd think it was terribly wicked of her to be doing such a thing. She didn't care. She'd got the results she wanted – her husband's cock going long and thick and rigid in her mouth. His prick started to dribble delicious tasty juice onto her tongue, and she moaned and sucked even harder. But Phil gasped and backed off, his erect cock popping from her mouth.
Karen stared hungrily at it. Six inches of thick pale cock, blue veins standing out rigidly, head swollen and purple – her hungry cunt creamed hot and hard at the sight of it. She got up and staggered backward to the bed, falling down on her back. She opened her legs wide, showing Phil her delicate pink moist slit.
"Darling, hurry," she panted. "Make love to me!"
This time he didn't look shocked. He hurried over to the bed and crawled between her legs. Karen wished he'd do more than just jump on her, but beggars can't be choosers. At least she was going to get balled, and that was what she needed so urgently. Phil's lean warm body pressed down on her, and she felt the hard knobby head of his cock poking around in her steamy crotch, seeking the mouth of her cunt.
"Yes, darling, yes," she whimpered, "hurry…"
"Oh, God," Phil gasped.
She felt the thick juicy head of his cock easing into her, and she whined with excitement. She kept her legs wide open for him, her cunt eagerly offered, and she felt the whole delicious length of his cock slowly penetrating her, sliding all the way to her womb. She creamed helplessly, hotly all around it.
"Ahhhhh, God, yes," she cried.
Phil's prick felt so fantastically good inside her, she couldn't control her, frantic hip movements, couldn't contain her shrill cries of pleasure, as he began to fuck her. Ordinarily she wanted more, wanted foreplay, which he never gave – but she'd gotten so aroused on deck, she was more than ready for this quick simple fucking.
"Jesus," Phil gasped.
"Yes, yes, it is," Karen moaned, "it's wonderful, darling. I love it! Oh, God, Phil don't ever stop!"
He fucked her hard and deep, just the way she wanted it, and he fucked her fast, in quick rough jabs that excited her powerfully. She clung to him, moaning with pleasure, lost to everything but the delicious thrusts of his cock in her cream-soaked twat. She could have balled all afternoon – but unfortunately her husband wasn't up for it. He never was.
"Awwww," Phil suddenly yelped – and came.
Karen felt the steamy blast of his jism against her womb, and she had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing with frustration. It was always like this. He never took the time to make her come. He sighed happily, rolled off her – and went to sleep instantly. Karen moaned softly with frustration as he began to snore. Oh, God, how badly she needed to come!
Well, there was only one thing to do, the thing she always did after she and Phil made love. As soon as he went to sleep, she brought herself off with her own hand. This time would be no different. She wasn't wild about masturbating, but it was better than no orgasm at all.
Karen placed a finger on the hot little button of her clit and began to rub herself. After five years of marital frustration, she was an expert at it, and it never took her more than a minute to come. She just massaged her sensitive little nub briskly, and she was off and away.
The only problem was, she wanted to come with a man, not with her own finger. She thought of Harry Rosen, Roger Green, and Manuel, the three attractive me she'd be sailing with. She wondered if they left their women high and dry… And she wondered how long she could go on being married to Phil, much as she loved him, if he kept frustrating her in bed.
Her finger did its work, and as she came she had a helpless vision of Manuel crouched over her, working his stiff young prick inside her. The fantasy made her climax much more powerful – and made her realize how much she wanted Manuel in real life.
But she'd never dream of cheating on her beloved Phil… would she?