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Chapter 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 Tat

The 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 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 do