For most of the next day Manuel sailed the boat, the men talked business, and the women were left to amuse themselves as best they could. Luann spent nearly three hours giving herself a manicure. Penny Green drank gin and read thrillers. Karen tried to improve her tan, but she found that she had roving eyes. No matter where she lay on the deck, there was always a man in a swimming suit to look at – and she couldn't help looking.
There was no point in denying it any longer, no point in trying to suppress it – she was starved for a decent sex life. She could tell it from the outlandish way she was thinking and behaving. Her lust for Manuel, her spying last night through the keyhole, her compulsion to stare at the men's crotches – all of it reflected her aching lust, her need to get really well laid.
That was clear enough, but what was she going to do about it? She'd told herself over and over again that she'd never be an unfaithful wife. Adultery and swinging seemed to be the style nowadays, but she didn't believe in it. She loved Phil in spite of his unimaginative love-making, and she didn't want to hurt him.
So if he wasn't taking proper care of her in bed, there was only one thing to do – take care of herself. Perhaps she could get herself a vibrator or a dildo or… But, thinking these thoughts, Karen inwardly moaned. She didn't want some artificial device to get off with. She wanted a flesh-and-blood man. She wanted a real live stiff cock that would stay stiff long enough to make her come.
Was that really asking so much?
She remembered last night, watching Harry Rosen fuck Luann. Even at fifty Harry could hang in there long enough to bring his lady off – so why couldn't Phil do the same? Harry helped Luann by getting her hotly aroused before they balled, eating her pussy – things Phil refused to do. That was the kind of lover Karen wanted and needed.
Her unhappy musings were interrupted when Manuel called them all to lunch. She noticed that as she approached the table, the dark-skinned steward looked pointedly at her cleavage and then right into her eyes. Karen couldn't help blushing. She still wondered if he'd seen her last night, if he knew she'd been frigging herself and watching Harry and Luann ball.
"A cocktail before lunch, Mrs. Brandon?"
Manuel said softly.
"No, thank you, Manuel," Karen said.
She had to keep her wits about her. Too many drinks and she might just jump on the nearest man and try to rape him! Damn it all, if she and Phil could have just one decent fuck during this whole trip, it would do wonders in easing her tension. Her poor pussy felt permanently swollen with need.
"Well, I'll have a cocktail," Penny Green said loudly.
She looked a little miffed, and Karen didn't much blame her. Instead of tending to the other guests, Manuel was still staring at Karen's tits. Were they that conspicuous? She glanced down quickly. She'd thrown a tight pink jersey on over her bikini bra, and she saw now that her nipples were hard and pointed, sticking out blatant under the clinging jersey. They, were hard with lust, as she well knew. She blushed and Manuel finally turned away.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Green," he said. "What may I bring you?"
"What I've been drinking all morning," Penny said gruffly, "gin and lime."
"Honey, don't you think you should knock it off for a while?" said Roger, her lean blond husband.
"What for?" said Penny, who was already feeling no pain. "You guys are gonna talk shop the whole time, so what does it matter if I get drunk?"
"Penny, honey…" Roger began, looking uncomfortable.
"Now, now, you two," Harry interrupted with a laugh, "No fighting on my ship. I want Penny to have a good time, Roger, so just get off the lady's back. She's tight – the girls don't have much to do while we'll talking business, so why shouldn't she get a buzz on?"
"Whatever you say, Harry," Roger replied Roger and Penny didn't speak to each other for the rest of the meal, though they smiled and talked with everyone else. Penny put down the drinks like they were water, and by the end of lunch she could hardly stand up. Karen felt embarrassed for her, and when Penny started weaving toward the door, Karen hurried over and put an arm around her.
"Lot me help you to your cabin, Penny," she said.
"Good idea," Penny hiccuped. "Take a nap."
"Yes, that would be a good idea," Karen said soothingly.
She helped Penny to her cabin and got her to lie down on the bed. "Fucking Roger," Penny muttered, "doesn't have any time for me. I'm so horny I could die."
Karen blushed at the woman's language, but she knew perfectly well what Penny meant. She felt the same way. But Penny was lucky. At least she was drunk enough to fall asleep and forget her problem for a while. Karen would just have to go on looking at all those men in swimming trunks and eating her heart out.
The door opened, and Roger Green walked in, frowning. "Thanks for helping out with my wife," he said to Karen, "but I'd like to be alone with her now, if you don't mind."
"Of course," said Karen.
She left the cabin, closing the door behind her, but the moment she closed it, the Greens started yelling at each other so loud that she could hear it in the corridor. She glanced around, but there was no one else nearby, so she went with her curiosity and eavesdropped.
"You drunken slut," Roger Green was shouting, "how dare you embarrass me in front of my boss?"
"How dare you bring me along on this trip and then ignore me?" Penny shot back. "I'm not just decoration, Roger, I'm a human being – and I'm HORNY. My God, if you could just give me fifteen minutes in bed, you'd solve both out problems."
"In other words," Roger said grimly, "if I ball you, you'll shut up?"
"You got it, baby," Penny said. "Make love to me now, Roger, and I'll just drop off to sleep like a good girl and not bother you all afternoon."
"All right, all right, dammit," Roger said, "Jesus Christ, why can't you be more like Luann? She just keeps her mouth shut and does whatever Harry tells her."
"That's because she has no brains," Penny said cattily. "If Harry didn't tell her to shit, she wouldn't know how. Anyhow, to hell with Luann. Let's get undressed."
Karen felt a somehow familiar excitement building up in her as she listened to the Greens. Just like last night when she'd heard Harry and Luann romping around, she couldn't resist the urge to spy. Again checking to see that no one else was near, she dropped to her knees before the Greens' cabin door and peered through the keyhole.
She was in luck. She had a perfect view of the bed. Roger, looking annoyed and impatient, was unknotting his tie. Penny, looking flushed and excited, had just kicked off her shoes and was unbuttoning the front of her low-cut sun dress. She was a beautiful woman, Karen had to admit all, lush-bodied and big-breasted, she had a healthy tan and long gleaming reddish-brown hair that fell below her shoulders in thick waves. She wouldn't look gorgeous for long, though, if she kept drinking like she did.
At the moment, however, Penny needed no alcohol. She looked warmly at her husband as she unbuttoned her dress and let it fall down off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the sudden view of her big pale tits was breath-taking. The huge milky-white cones stuck straight out, capped with light brown nipples. For a woman of around thirty, Penny had remarkably firm thrusting breasts. Even Roger, irritated as he was, paused to gawk at them.
"I'm glad there's something about me that still turns you on," Penny said dryly.
Roger flushed slightly and fumbled with his tie. "I'm not going to stay with you long, Penny," he said brusquely. "Harry and Phil and I have some very important business to talk about, and…"
"Oh, piss on that," Penny interrupted. "I don't want to hear about your silly old business."
"My silly old business," Roger said angrily, "is what keeps you in clothes, cars and booze."
"What good does it do me if it takes away my husband?" said Penny. "My God, Roger, why do you think I drink so much? I'm bored, I'm alone, and I miss you – that's why. I especially miss you in bed. Sometimes I feel like you're married to Harry, not to me."
At last Roger softened. He walked over to Penny and kissed her. "I'm sorry, honey," he said. "You're right – we don't have enough time together any more, and I do spend most of my life at the office. It's the price of success, baby. So let's make the most of the little time we have."
He kissed her again and slipped his hands under her heavy naked tits, eagerly molding and squeezing the great fleshy cones. Penny murmured excitedly and rubbed against him, mons to cock not hiding her lust. She cupped and squeezed his ass. They worked their tongues busily in each other's mouths.
Karen sighed softly. Watching this couple was sure to make her horny and blue. In some ways Penny shared her problems – not getting enough sex – but at least she and Roger were still deeply in love. At least Roger tried to please her. But Phil – well, Phil had no time or thought for anything but his work. He hardly seemed aware of Karen's existence.
She watched enviously as Roger and Penny kissed and caressed each other. When they drew apart Roger finished unbuttoning Penny's dress and slipped it off over her hips. She was wearing nothing but a ridiculously tiny pair of yellow bikini panties. Roger slid his hands down inside the panties and cupped her ass, squeezing it firmly.
"I must be crazy," he said, "to neglect something like this."
"I'll show you what else you're missing," Penny laughed.
She started undressing him. She did it quickly and deftly, pausing often to give him deep tongue kisses and to wriggle wantonly against him. Roger's expression softened and relaxed steadily as she removed his tie and shirt and pants. He was clearly forgetting about business for a while, which was something Phil never did.
When Penny had him stripped down to his shorts, Karen felt a glowing heat and a rush of cream from her famished cunt. She was going to see another strange cock… She watched breathlessly as Penny seized her husband's shorts and quickly tugged them down to his ankles and helped him step out of them.
Then Roger was totally naked – and well worth looking at, in Karen's opinion. The trim blond accountant had struck her as rather cold, but without his clothes he turned her on hotly. Deeply tanned, lean but well-muscled, he had a thick mat of golden hairs on his chest and a nice tight small ass, just the build Karen liked best. But her chief attention was for his cock. It was longer than Harry's or Phil's, though no thicker, a good eight inches of semi-hard pale meat. Karen creamed hugely, soaking her bikini bottoms, as she thought of taking that nice long prick into her cunt. Lucky Penny!
"Ummm, looks like you need some help, darling," Penny was saying.
She, too, had beep admiring Roger, running her eyes hotly up and down his tall tan body, licking her lips, but she frowned with disappointment when she saw that his cock wasn't hard yet. The long slim prick hung limply from its golden pubic bush. Penny considered it, then dropped to her knees before Roger.
"This won't take long, dear," she purred.
Karen envied her so much. If only Phil would just stay still and relax and let her play with his cock, she could give him so much pleasure. Roger was already looking excited, and Penny hadn't even touched him yet. Apparently this was a regular thins with them, something he looked forward to – having his wife get him hard. Karen would gladly have done the same for Phil.
Penny slipped her hand under her husband's soft warm cock and let it lie there, sleepy and flaccid, while she bent over it and stuck out her little pink tongue. She touched the tip of her tongue to the rosy naked head of Roger's cock and gave it a delicate lashing, making his limp meat flop and bounce.
"Ummmmm," Penny murmured, "tastes me…"
Roger flushed slightly with growing arousal and put his hands on her head. He petted and caressed her glossy chestnut hair while she tongued his cock. Her licking got more and more brisk and hungry as the seconds passed, and soon she was making his meat bounce crazily as she lashed and flicked it with her gleaming wet tongue.
"Oh, Christ, Penny," Roger moaned softly, "I love it when you do that… Yeah, lick my meat, baby…"
Karen felt a steady stream of hot cunt juice running down her inner thighs, soaking right through her bikini. With all her heart she wanted to do what Penny was doing, lick her man's cock, take her time, get him aroused – but she knew Phil would never approve of such a thing. Even his fucking had to be business-like. But cock-sucking was such fun…
Penny licked Roger's pale blue-veined prick steadily from rosy head to golden-haired bush, till the white sausage gleamed with her saliva. Then she sucked it gently and slowly into her mouth. Karen held her breath as she watched the pale meat gradually vanishing into Penny's mouth and throat. She wanted so much to do that to a man…
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, baby, that's great," Roger moaned.
He closed his eyes and swayed dizzily while his wife slowly sucked his dick into the fiery wetness of her mouth. A lusty grin twisted her usually serious face. He tightened his fingers in Penny's thick hair and began to move his pelvis back and forth gently, feeding his prick in and out of her lips.
"Yeah, blow me, honey," he whined, "suck that dick…"
Penny's throat and cheeks worked hungrily as she sucked her husband's silky long cock, and it wasn't long before Roger got hard. Karen could see his prick lengthening, thickening and stiffening as it moved wetly between Penny's lips. Karen moaned softly and reached down inside her bikini to start rubbing her clit. She just had to have some pleasure for herself, too.
"That's great, honey," Roger panted, "Just great… Take it deep, okay? Yeah, let me get my cock in your throat…"
Penny didn't seem to mind. Her head went back a little and her throat bulged as Roger pushed his long hard dick farther between her lips. He moaned, and his eyes rolled crazily. Karen felt a scalding gush of pussy juice soaking her stroking finger as she thought of having a guy fuck her mouth like that. Just that little taste she'd, had of Phil's cock had been so good.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, that's fine," Roger sighed.
He let go of Penny's hair and stepped back, easing his achingly swollen meat out of her mouth. The spit-wet prick slammed up to hug his belly, rigid and taut. Penny stared at it hungrily and licked her lips. Roger held out his hands and helped her stand up. Then he quickly took down her panties.
Penny's dark brown bush was large, thick and glossy. Roger knelt before her and buried his face in the fragrant thicket. He flicked out his tongue, wiggling between the furry lips of her mons, and then Penny gave a husky cry of pleasure as his wet tongue tip contacted the super-sensitive shaft of her scarlet clit.
"Oooooooo, yessss," she whined, "yes, Roger, darling, lick my clit."
Why not me? Karen thought miserably.
It was such a simple and wonderful thing to do to a woman, but no man had ever done it to her. No man had ever given her head. Of course the only man she'd ever really made love to was Phil. Before her marriage she'd necked with a few guys, but not to any serious extent. No, dammit, she'd never had her pussy eaten – and she wanted it desperately. She wanted what Penny was getting from Roger.
He dug his thick red tongue eagerly into the moist steamy cleavage of her mons and lashed her hungry red clit. Penny groaned unashamedly with pleasure and moved her legs wider apart, giving him plenty of room to work. Cunt juice poured down her inner thighs as Roger's expert clit-licking got her powerfully aroused. She dug her nails into his shoulders.
"Oh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes," Penny wailed, "eat meee…"
Karen was frigging herself like crazy, as she watched, rubbing her middle finger briskly back and forth over her horny little clit, but she knew it couldn't feel half as good as Roger's slick hot tongue must feel on Penny's red-hot joy button. Still it was better than nothing at all, and she kept massaging her frantically horny clit-nub as she watched the Greens make love.
"That's enough, darling," Penny was moaning, "I can't stand it any more… I want you in me, Roger… Oh, God, I want you to fuck me so badly…"
Roger kept his face pressed against her glossy brown muff a few moments longer, licking her clit so hard and lewdly that Karen could hear the wet slurping sound even through the door. Penny clawed his shoulders and moaned crazily, rivers of hot twat cream running down her legs. At last he released her, and she staggered backward and fell onto the bed, her big cone-shaped tits bouncing wildly. She stared at her husband with hot hungry eyes – and Roger grinned.
"Now what was it you wanted, lady?" he teased.
"I wanta get laid," Penny moaned.
"I wanta get laid, please," Roger corrected.
Penny burst into helpless laughter. "Get your ass over here, you silly bastard," she said, "before I rape you."
"Well, since you put in that way…" Roger said with a shrug.
He walked over and got onto the bed with Penny. She grinned and opened her long legs very wide for him, drawing up her knees. Her slit was a rich ripe red, soaked and gleaming with her horny hot juice and fringed with dark brown curls. Roger crawled between her legs and then lifted them up and rested them on his shoulders. That made her pussy absolutely exposed and vulnerable to him – but Penny obviously didn't mind.
"Oh, hurry, darling," she panted. "Put it in me… I want your cock so badly, Roger, I could scream… hurry…"
He grinned and thrust the hugely swollen purple head of his cock into the soaked shadowy mouth of her cunt. Penny gave a scream of excitement as he started to penetrate her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she wailed, "do it to me, stick it in me… Oh, God, that's good. Deeper, darling, as deep as you… Oh, Roger, I love your big long cock…"
She went on babbling obscenely, making Karen blush – but Karen could certainly understand the other woman's excitement. She'd probably be babbling, too, if she were in Penny's place – and, oh, God, how she wished she were in Penny's place. She needed a stiff cock so badly, she could have screamed. She almost wept with envy and frustration as she watched Penny taking every hard inch of Roger's thick pale prick.
"Ahhhhhh, yes," Penny sighed as she was fully stuffed with his swollen meat. "Now ball me silly, darling."
"I'll do my best," Roger chuckled.
And he did, as far as Karen was concerned. She watched, and he fucked Penny for fifteen long glorious minutes. He didn't just bring his wife off once. He brought Penny off half a dozen times, till she was panting, babbling and incoherent. Karen hadn't believed such a thing was possible – that a man could ball so long and give a woman so many orgasms. But obviously it was possible. She was seeing it with her own eyes.
Seeing it – and eating her heart out. Now why couldn't Phil fuck her like that? Miserably she went on rubbing her clit and managed to give herself a little come, but it was nothing compared to what she needed or to what Penny Green was getting from Roger. He just kept humping away, like a Goddamned machine, his small tight ass pumping steadily up and down between Penny's creamy thighs.
"Roger, oh, my God, Roger," Penny sighed at last, "I forgive you everything. I'm sorry I was such a bitch. You are a fantastic lay, darling."
"Aw, shucks," Roger said. "It was nothing."
"Like hell," Penny laughed. "It was super, sweetie. But now you get your reward…"
She did something – Karen wasn't sure what made Roger yelp with surprise and pleasure.
"How the hell do you do that?" he gasped.
"You mean, tighten my cunt?" Penny giggled.
"Yeah," he sighed. "How do you do it?"
"Oh, I dunno," she teased. "I just do This!"
"Ohhhhhh, God," Roger yelled.
His ass began to fly, and Karen could hear his belly smacking loudly against Penny's as he fucked his wife furiously and shot his steamy load of jism against her womb. Then he moaned and collapsed onto Penny's heavy tits. Within seconds they had fallen asleep in each other's arms, fulfilled and content and exhausted.
Karen sighed and got to her feet. She felt like crying, she was so horny and envious. She started down the corridor to go back on deck, when she suddenly looked up and saw Manuel. She blushed deeply. Like last night, she wondered how long he'd been standing there and how much he'd seen.
"Excuse me," she mumbled, trying to squeeze past him in the narrow corridor.
Manuel didn't move. Karen had expected him to move, he was always so polite, and so she plowed right into him, felt his hot smooth flesh and the crisp hairs of his bare chest. She gasped and looked up, her face only an inch from his. He was grinning. Then he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.
The kiss lasted only a split second, but while it was happening Karen creamed right through her bikini. She just couldn't help it. Then Manuel pulled back, grinned again, and turned away. He went up on deck where Karen had intended to go. She fled in the opposite direction, to her cabin. She knew she couldn't trust herself alone with Manuel, not until she'd cooled off and recovered her wits.
In the cabin Phil was lying on the bed naked. He'd been asleep but he woke when Karen hurried in, blinking at her but not moving. Karen was delighted to see him. Not only would he take her thoughts off Manuel, but they could make love. That was what she needed more than anything in the world right now.
"Darling," she whispered, shucking her bikini and crawling onto the bed beside her husband. "Phil, darling, make love to me…"
He yawned. "Later, okay, honey? I'm really bushed."
And he promptly went back to sleep.
Karen was so stunned, she couldn't even get mad or cry. My God, what was the matter with this guy? He was young, healthy, and straight – so why didn't he show more interest in sex? She was no psychiatrist, she couldn't puzzle it out – but she knew one thing for sure. Her marriage couldn't last much longer if Phil didn't start fucking her and fucking her well…