Karen paid little attention to what Harry said. She went off to her cabin moving like a zombie, overcome with terrible guilt for having been unfaithful to Phil a second time. That made twice in one day. She was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her. She seemed to be endlessly horny, unable to control herself.
Phil was already in the cabin, changing his clothes. "Oh, hi, honey," he said cheerfully, "I'm glad you got here… I was beginning to wonder where you were. Luann says there's going to be a party on deck, a kind of last-night celebration. You'd better change your clothes."
"Okay," Karen said listlessly.
She slipped out of the dress which Harry had torn in his eagerness to get at her. Fortunately Phil hadn't noticed the damage. He was aware of her strange attitude, though. As she went about dressing in a fog, he watched her and looked disturbed.
"Karen, what's the matter?" he said finally. "Is something bothering you? You just don't seem yourself."
She blushed. Thank God he couldn't read her thoughts, couldn't know the wicked images that kept popping up helplessly in her head, images of Manuel's cock, then Harry's cock. She turned away so he couldn't see her guilt-ridden face. She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.
"I'm just tired, I guess," she said. "Maybe it's the fresh air."
"You act like there's something on your mind," Phil said. "You know you can tell me if there is."
Like hell, Karen thought.
It was laughable to think that she could tell her husband she'd just cheated on him twice in one day, that she seemed to be becoming a nymphomaniac, and that she couldn't control her sexual urges. She knew Phil wouldn't be very sympathetic to problems like that. She gave a big sigh as she stepped out of her panties.
"Don't worry, darling," she said as brightly as she could, "there's nothing on my mind. Goodness, we'd better hurry up and get ready for that party. I think I just heard the Greens go up on deck."
She started to reach into her luggage for fresh underwear, but just then Phil's arms went around her from behind. Karen gave a little gasp of surprise. Phil was so seldom horny any more, she really wasn't expecting him to be turned on by the sight of her naked body. She'd undressed in front of him, not thinking a thing about it.
"Phil?" she said wonderingly.
His hands slid up and cupped her heavy round breasts, gently squeezing them. He was naked, too, and she could feel his cock, hot and rigid, rubbing against her pert round ass. He breathed hotly against her neck and nuzzled against her, rubbing his stiffened prick up and down the tight crease between her buttocks.
"Maybe it is the fresh air," he said.
"But darling, the party," Karen said.
"It can wait," Phil said. "I'll be at Harry Rosen's beck and call the rest of my life. I can have at least one last time when my private life comes first."
Karen wholeheartedly agreed. She was beginning to get excited, too, now that her surprise was over. Strange how her sexual capacity seemed endless. She'd already been balled twice today, hard long fucks that should have satisfied her, but Phil's naked body rubbing hungrily against hers was getting her hot and ready again.
"Phil, you devil," she giggled.
They were standing close to a full-length mirror, and Karen could look into it and see everything they did. The top of her gleaming light blonde head came just to Phil's tan shoulder. He was looking over her shoulder into the mirror, and when he caught her eye, he grinned.
"I've been wanting you all day," he said. "That's why I didn't want you to go into town. I was hoping to get you down to the cabin."
Karen blushed deeply. My God, if only he'd spoken up and told her how he really felt, she wouldn't have gone with Manuel and wouldn't have had to fuck Harry. None of those guilty actions would have taken place if her husband weren't so uptight, so afraid to express himself sexually.
"Phil, you should have told me," she said.
"That's okay," he said with a grin. "We'll make up for it how."
He cupped her tender hot tits and rubbed his thumbs over her pretty pink nipples, stimulating them into taut erection. It was very unusual for him to play with her boobs, to do any foreplay at all, and Karen luxuriated in it, leaning back against him and purring like a contented cat. She dug watching her tits slowly swell up white and fat with arousal, watching her nipples get hard under Phil's naughty massage.
"Ummmmm, we should do this more often," she sighed.
"Now you're being a devil," Phil said, laughing nervously with a touch of his old prudishness.
She couldn't push it too far, go too fast. If she was ever to change her husband into a red-hot lover, it was going to take time and patience. She decided to leave well enough alone for now. She wiggled her silky taut ass against his straining cock and smiled at him in the mirror. Phil smiled back as he played with her tits.
His cock was very hard, hugging his belly, and it was beginning to ooze horny hot juice. When Karen felt that scalding juice running down the crease of her ass, running right over her bumhole, she got yew excited. Her mouth flooded, and she wanted urgently to turn around and stick his cock in her mouth, to eat up that dribbling cock cream but she knew Phil wouldn't approve. He thought cock-sucking was perverse. Oh, if only he could understand what he was missing…
"Honey, let's go over to the bed," he panted.
Karen could have used a lot more foreplay. All he'd done was fiddle with her tits for a few minutes, and she was tempted to beg him for more. She resisted. She knew Phil suffered from years of puritanical conditioning from his parents. He thought just about everything about sex was wicked and evil. She was lucky he even balled. With a sigh she started for the bed.
"Gosh, I don't know, what came over me," Phil laughed. "I don't usually get carried away like this."
I know, I know, Karen thought wistfully.
No, he was usually completely in control of himself. She remembered one time when they were balling and the bedside phone had rung. Her impulse was to ignore it, but Phil snatched it up and talked for ten minutes about a case he was working on, his cock stuck in Karen's frustrated creaming cunt. She'd found it very hard to forgive him for that incident.
Well, there weren't any phones in this cabin, so she didn't have that to worry about. She led the way over to the bed, and then on impulse she just dropped forward and rested her hands on the bed, keeping her feet on the floor. She presented him with her pretty pale round butt and just a glimpse of her sweet moist pink slit.
"Go ahead, dear," she cooed. "I'm ready."
She couldn't see his face, but she could sense Phil's consternation. Poor uptight baby, he probably didn't know how to do it in anything but the missionary position. He hesitated a moment, then cleared his throat before speaking.
"You, uh, want me to do it like THAT?" he said.
"Why, yes, if you don't mind," Karen said innocently. "I thought it might make an interesting change."
She held her breath, waiting for Phil to object. As a lawyer he was very good at that. She waited for him to tell her that only animals did it in that position, that it was perverse, wicked and unnatural. She waited for him to think of some reason not to change his routine.
To her relief, he said, "Oh, okay, if you want." He really must be turned on. It was the first time in their marriage that they'd made love any other way than with him on top. Karen's cunt glowed and moistened with genuine excitement as she felt Phil seizing her slim hips to steady himself – and then the hard hot head of his cock nosing between her legs.
"Oh, yes, darling," she purred, "do it to me…"
Phil was actually panting. He rarely got so excited about balling. His hands sweated on her hips as she worked the fat head of his stiffened dick into the wet mouth of her cunt. Karen gave a hoarse moan of excitement as he started pushing into her, his thick silky cock slowly and deliciously stuffing her thoroughly aroused box.
"Yes, yes, yes," she squealed, "oh, Phil, yes!"
"Oh, Christ," Phil whined.
He shoved his achingly swollen prick all the way to her womb, and then, with a bellow of excitement – he came.
"Ahhhhhhh," he sighed.
Karen was too stunned for a moment even to get angry. She just couldn't believe it had happened. He'd done all he could to arouse her, to let her know how horny he was, to get her into bed – and then he'd left her high and dry. He must have come less than ten seconds after entering her. She could have screamed with frustration.
"Gee, I'm sorry, honey," he said mildly, pulling his limp wet cock out of her, "I guess I got carried away. That couldn't have been too much fun for you."
No shit, Karen thought wearily.
Of course it was nothing unusual. Phil always came before she could get off. Who did he think she was, Wonder Woman? She felt anger boiling up inside her, anger she couldn't control after so many years of disappointment in bed. She stood up and marched to the closet and grabbed a dress.
"Phil," she said stiffly as she got into the dress, "things are going to have to change in this marriage. I can't take it any more."
He gawked at her. "Honey, what do you mean?" he said frantically. "Please explain."
"I mean…" Karen began.
Just then there was loud knocking at their cabin door, followed by Harry's booming jovial voice. "Hey, come on, you two. You're holding up the party."
"Be right there, Harry," Phil called back.
They hurried into their clothes and went up on deck. They hadn't had a chance to discuss their marriage, but they both knew it would happen later. Phil looked worried and Karen looked angry. She happened to catch Manuel's eye and saw him grinning. Damn him, HE knew what the trouble was. She and Phil took deck chairs and accepted drinks from the tray Manuel was handing around. Then the dark-skinned steward disappeared into the wheelhouse.
"I asked Manuel to leave us alone," Harry said with a sly grin, "because we're gonna want some privacy tonight. For our last night out, I got a little surprise. I just hope all you folks are ready for some fun."
There was a murmur of agreement from everybody, because nobody said no to Harry Rosen. But Karen was puzzled. Just what did he mean? Absently she downed her drink and accepted another from Harry, who had taken over as bartender. The second drink seemed stronger than the one Manuel had given her, but she downed it, too. She was purposely getting drunk, and she noticed that Phil was doing the same.
As a matter of fact, everybody seemed to be tying one on tonight. The booze was flowing like Niagara Falls. Perhaps it was because tomorrow they had to go home, back to work, back to reality. Certainly they were all making a frantic attempt to enjoy their last night on Harry's yacht. "That's the way to go, folks," Harry chuckled, preparing another round of drinks. "This'll take your mind off your troubles. Let's have a little music, too, okay?"
Another murmur of agreement. Harry pressed a button on a small tape machine, and low but sensual music came out. Karen leaned back in her deck chair with a big sigh, finally relaxing. Just for a few hours she intended to forget her guilt, have a few drinks, maybe get Phil to dance with her. Yes, that would be nice, a little dancing. She started to stand up – and found that she couldn't. Those drinks had been stronger than she thought. She could hardly move in her chair. She was very drunk all of a sudden. Looking over at Phil, she saw a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face that told her he was drunk, too.
"Now, boys and girls," Harry said with a boozy giggle, "we're gonna play a little game. I never let my guests get bored. I always think of something they've never done before. So tonight we're gonna make it with brand new people, okay? That's why I got these mats spread out here."
Karen noticed the soft, mats spread around the deck. She understood that Harry wanted them to have an orgy. He wanted them to take new partners, people they'd never fucked before, and make love right there on the deck in front of each other. Ordinarily the suggestion would, have shocked her right out of her socks, but after all those drinks it didn't affect her one way or another, except to sound mildly amusing.
Okay, Harry, she thought placidly, whatever you want.
Everybody else seemed to share her calm acceptance. They were just sitting in theft chairs smiling or giggling like little kids. Even Phil had a grin on his face, and his horn-rimmed glasses were a little crooked on his nose. He was looking at Harry as if he hadn't quite trusted his ears.
"You want us to fuck?" he laughed. "Right here?"
"Sure." Harry snickered. "You dig Luann, don't you?"
Phil blinked at the big-breasted redhead. Luann really did look delicious tonight, Karen had to admit. Harry's mistress was wearing a skimpy jumpsuit that hardly covered her jutting tits and clung indecently to her pert little butt. She grinned invitingly at Phil.
"Yeah, I dig Luann," Phil said eagerly.
"Then ball her," Harry said. "Go ahead. It's okay."
Phil looked around cautiously, no doubt waiting to wake up from his dream, but no one else moved or spoke. Then Luann, who seemed familiar with such party games, stood up and began to take off her clothes. There wasn't much to take off. She just unzipped her jumpsuit and stepped out of it wearing nothing but a tiny pair of yellow panties.
"Oh, my gosh," Phil said, lurching to his feet.
"Come on, Phil," Luann cooed, "get undressed."
"Sure, sure," Phil stammered, starting to loosen his tie.
Luann swayed before him, dancing to unheard music, and her big long naked tits swung heavily back and forth. Her long red hair swirled and gleamed in the slight sea breeze. She was enough to make any man achingly horny. Karen was wondering how Phil would get it up just after being laid, but when she looked at Luann, she didn't worry about it. Nobody under ninety could fail to get hard for that.
The others watched, smiling, approving, everybody pleasantly sealed off in his drunkenness. Karen didn't think of it as watching her husband get it on with another woman. She thought of it as her darling husband enjoying himself, which was far out. They all watched Phil fumble out of his clothes, a task complicated by the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off Luann. She went on with her sensuous silent dance, her great boobs swinging.
"Hey, take off the panties, honey," Harry encouraged from the sidelines. "Show Phil what he's gonna get."
Luann obeyed without interrupting the rhythm of her private dance or without losing the dreamy smile on her pretty face. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly tugged the skimpy garment down. Phil, who was just then getting out of his pants, practically tripped as he watched her. She showed the whole crowd, her flaming red bush, without a trace of shame.
"Oh, man," Phil moaned.
He got out of the rest of his clothes as fast as he could. Then he stood naked before the beautiful swaying redhead, his cock rock hard and hugging his belly. Luann eyed it and danced closer to him, gradually bending her knees. She went to her knees just in front of him and ran her gleaming pink tongue up and down the stiff pole of his cock. The spectators laughed and clapped. Phil turned beet red but grinned.
"Go ahead, you two, get it an," Harry chuckled. "We wanta watch."
Luann got to her feet again, took Phil's hand, and led him to the center of the deck where a soft mat had been placed. She sank down on it, onto her back, and spread her long legs. She opened them as wide as possible, drawing her knees back to her long melon-shaped tits. Everyone could see her scarlet gash with its fringe of copper curls.
"Ball me, Phil," she said huskily.
Phil was gawking at her moist gleaming slit. He got slowly onto his knees and crawled between her legs, never taking his eager eyes off her ripe red pussy. His cock was creaming big streams of horny juice. He gingerly bent his erect prick down till the fat purple head was touching the juicy mouth of her cunt. He started to work his cock into her.
"Oooooooo," Luann squealed, "oooooo…"
Karen watched with avid interest. She enjoyed watching other people ball. It got her very excited. It didn't bother her that in this case she was watching her husband slip his cock into another woman's cunt. She felt perfectly secure and happy and unbugged. Like the others, she leaned forward in her chair to watch as Phil worked his cock clear to the root in Luann's gushing box.
"Yeah, get into her, boy," Harry panted, "ball that little bitch. You'll dig her, Phil. She's got a super hot box there."
Luann grinned and squealed with pleasure as Phil penetrated her. Finally his swollen red balls were resting against her wet swollen pussy, the hard head of his cock butting her womb. He gave a happy sigh and then started fucking her in quick hard jabs. The pretty redhead gave a loud yelp of delight and threw her legs around his jerking body, digging his cock deep into her.
"Yeah, yeah, ball me, Phil," she whined. "Ohhhh, honey, that's good. Don't stop. Ball me all night."
Fat chance, Karen thought bitterly.
But to her wonder, Phil didn't come instantly. He didn't shoot his load in less than a minute, like he always did with his wife. He'd finally learned how to hang in there. He just kept humping away, reaming and probing Luann's eagerly offered cunt. The redhead wailed with joy.
"Oh, Christ, what a tiger," Luann moaned. "Yeah, baby, keep balling me. Ohhhhhh…"
Harry chuckled as he watched the ecstatic couple humping away in the open air in full view of their friends – and in full view of the Coast Guard or any other ship that happened close by.
Nobody seemed to worry, nobody seemed to care. Time had stopped, and there were no responsibilities. Harry turned after awhile and looked at Karen.
"Hey, baby," he said, "you're next. You and Roger."
Karen felt herself blushing deeply, and yet she really wasn't disturbed by the suggestion. She glanced over at Roger Green, the lean blond accountant, and saw that he was grinning appreciatively at her. She grinned back. Roger was a very attractive man, and she loved the idea of getting it on with him.
"Go ahead, kids," Harry chuckled. "You don't have to wait till Phil and Luann finish. Hell, they could go all night. Booze does that to you."
Karen wobbled to her feet, giggling. Roger did the same. They approached each other, slowly and clumsily taking off their clothes, laughing like kids. Karen unbuttoned the front of her dress, let it slip off her shoulders and down to her feet, then stepped out of it. Only then did she remember that in her anger with Phil she'd neglected to put on any underwear. She stood before everyone stark naked.
What the hell, it didn't matter. It just saved time like Luann, she felt the impulse to dance to unheard music, and she swayed back and forth, her big pale tits gently quivering, while she watched Roger undress. His eyes were glued hungrily to her tall curvy body as he fumbled out of his clothes.
"You're beautiful, baby, beautiful," he whispered.
Karen smiled broadly. She felt no inhibitions at all. She put her hands on her hips and shook her body wantonly, thrusting her blonde muff forward, making her full ripe breasts jiggle like jello. Roger almost tripped getting out of his pants. Finally he was skinning out of his shorts, his very last piece of clothing.
Karen gawked hungrily at his cock. She'd seen it before when she spied, but now she could get a really close look. It was a beauty, just as thick as Phil's but longer. It was so swollen the blue veins stood out, and the head was a hard purple bulb of flesh. Bright bubbles of juice oozed out – and Karen did not resist the urge to taste them.
She dropped to her knees before Roger Green and eagerly stuffed his erect dick, deep into her mouth.
"Awwwww, yeah," Roger yelped.
"Way to go, honey," Harry chuckled. "Hey, Phil, your wife's getting right into the spirit of the game."
Phil, who was very busily screwing Luann, glanced over and saw Karen going down on Roger. He nodded benignly, even smiled. The sight of his lovely blonde wife sucking another guy's cock didn't seem to bother him in the least. Of course that could have been because he was happily poking his dick in another man's wife. Phil was almost cross-eyed with pleasure in fact.
Karen didn't even notice his brief inspection because she was completely absorbed in tasting, licking and sucking Roger's delicious handsome cock. She could have spent hours on it. She ran her slick hot lips slowly, hungrily, up and down the throbbing hard pole of his dick, gurgling happily as she lapped up his oozing cock juice and swallowed it.
But Roger was getting impatient. "Hey, baby, that's great," he panted, "but I wanta stick it in you now, okay? Please, Karen, before I come in your mouth."
To Karen that didn't sound like a bad idea, getting a whole delicious mouthful of his come, but she knew she wouldn't get off that way. So she let his rock-hard prick snap from her mouth, spit-wet and gleaming and hard. She went down onto her hands and knees and waited. She really liked the doggy position lately, for some reason. She hoped Roger would like it, too.
Site waited, and then she felt his hot hands on her hips, steadying himself as he poked his swollen cock-head around in her steamy pussy. He quickly found the mouth of her cunt and started pushing into her. Karen realized vaguely that this was her fourth cock of the day, but that only added to her excitement. Roger's long stiff dick felt fantastically good as it slowly filled her ever-hungry twat.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "oh, yes, yes, ball meeee."
"You better believe I will, doll," Roger sighed. "Jesus, your cunt is hot. Ahhhhhh…"
He thrust the hard head of his cock against her slick womb, and then he started to ball her. Karen creamed furiously around his jerking meat and started to moan steadily, uncontrollably. She kept her pert ass shamelessly stuck up in the air, giving him full access to her horny pussy. For her, time ended. She could have balled all night.
"Ohhhhh, that's so good, Roger," she whined, "I just love it. Fuck me deep, fuck me hard. Yeah, like that. Oh, don't ever stop, please…"
Roger just chuckled, obviously enjoying himself as he balled her doggy-style. She moaned with joy and glanced over to see how Phil was doing. He was still humping away, banging Luann's juicy cunt with tireless deep thrusts of his cock. He was setting his own world's record. Karen just hoped the talent would carry over to HER. Phil had a blissful grin on his face, and Luann was wailing with joy.
"Ahhhh, Jesus," the redhead gasped, "I don't know how many more times I can come."
"Oh, you'll make the effort, I'm sure," Harry laughed.
All the while Roger's wife Penny had been sitting there watching, smashed and content. Now she started to get restless. She rubbed her own swollen breasts and pointed nipples, outlined brazenly under her tight jersey top. She rubbed her own swollen eager crotch and, kept glancing at Harry, the self-proclaimed director of this unusual contest. Finally Penny couldn't control her horny impatience.
"Hey, Harry," she said, "what about me?"
Harry winked at the statuesque brunette, "I was just getting to that, baby," he said. "You and I are gonna ball."
Penny didn't have to be asked twice. She staggered to her feet and pulled her jersey off over her head, tousling her thick chestnut hair – and revealing that she hadn't worn a bra. Her huge pale knockers wobbled obscenely. She fumbled with the zipper of her stretch pants and started pulling it down.
Meanwhile Harry took his time getting to his feet and take off his clothes. Apparently he was used to kinky pates, because he didn't share the frantic excitement of the others. He just looked amused. He grinned and watched the other couples as he leisurely removed his shoes and socks. On one side of him Phil was moaning and working his stiff pale prick in Luann's wet hot box, while on the other side Roger was banging Karen dog fashion, his thick meat jerking wetly in her blazing hole.
"Is everybody happy?" Harry giggled.
All he got for reply was assorted grunts, moans, squeals and sighs. Meanwhile Penny had finally managed to skin out of her tight pants, and she made short work of getting out of her panties. Naked, her huge tits wobbling, she hurried over to where Harry was still fucking around with his shoes and socks.
"Oh, God, hurry up," she moaned. "Here, let me do that for you."
Harry shrugged and lay back while the eager horny brunette stripped him of every stitch of clothing. Penny was achingly lusty, big streams of pussy juice running down her inner thighs. As she pulled off Harry's shorts, she glanced eagerly at his cock – and was deeply disappointed to find it soft.
"Sorry about that," said Harry. "I ain't as young as I used to be."
"Don't you worry," Penny said grimly. "I'll take care of that in no time at all."
Harry lay on his back, his pale soft peter resting lazily on one hairy thigh. Penny knelt beside him, her huge milky-pale jugs grazing his body as she bent ever him. She swooped down like a hungry hawk and sucked his flaccid prick into her mouth, taking it clear to his rosy limp, balls. Harry gave a yelp of surprise and pleasure.
"Awwwwww," he bellowed. "Yeah, baby, suck my dick, get me hard…"
Penny didn't need any instruction. His hungry slurping could be heard by everyone. Her glossy chestnut head bounced furiously over Harry's loins as she ravenously sucked his limp cock deep in her mouth. Harry began to gasp, his eyes rolling crazily, a lewd grin splitting his rugged face. Then suddenly Penny made a gagging noise and jerked her head up.
"Jesus," she exclaimed, "you got hard so fast, you damned near choked me."
"You asked for it," Harry laughed. "Besides, I thought you wanted it hard."
Penny gazed hungrily at his erect cock, which was wet and stiff and pointed right up at the stars. "Oh, I do," she said huskily, "I do."
Then before Harry could move or speak, the big brunette was straddling him, mounting him. She knelt over his rigid pale dick and stuffed it into her dripping box. She let herself down on the hard impalement of his erect cock with a moan of ecstasy, taking the swollen sausage clear to her womb in one greedy thrust. Her hot cream gushed out around it and dripped into Harry's silver bush.
"Ahhhhhh, God," Penny moaned, "yes, ball me, Harry."
"Shit," Harry chuckled, "I thought you were balling me."
But he didn't make any more jokes after that.
With Penny's fiery-hot juicy twat gripping his swollen cock, he didn't have time for humor. He gave a horny eager grunt and started working his meat in her. Penny responded with cries of hoarse joy. She slammed her dripping pussy up and down his jerking rod.
"Ooooooo," Penny squealed, "Ohhhhhh, it's SO good… I love to fuck…"
Everyone else would have agreed with her, had they been capable of speaking just then. All three couples were panting and moaning and sweating as they blissfully carried on their bizarre orgy. Karen finally summoned up the energy to reach out and grab Phil's hand – he was just close enough. He squeezed her hand back.
Karen took the full hard deep thrusts of Roger's cock in her eagerly offered cunt as she glanced lovingly at her husband. Phil worked his swollen meat happily in Luann's wet little hole as he looked with equal love at his wife. They squeezed hands and grinned.
"Isn't this wonderful, darling?" Karen sighed.
"It sure is," Phil panted.
Then they were swept away in their excitement with their partners. They let go of each other's hand, and Karen had hardly done so when she felt Roger's hard jabbing cock fucking her into a powerful climax that made her scream with pleasure. She seemed to hear everyone else yelling, too. All over the boat people were coming like crazy. She smiled as the delicious orgasm shook her body.
She last track of time, might even have passed out briefly. When she woke again, she was lying naked on deck, jism gushing out of her satisfied cunt. Christ, it ought to be satisfied. She'd just fucked her fourth man of the day. Yawning, she glanced around to see what the others were doing.
She looked just in time to see Phil and Luann sneaking off below decks, and to see Penny following, holding the hands of both Roger and Harry. Karen was left alone. She certainly wasn't going to stand for that. She quickly crept after the others, curious to see what would happen.