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Part 2/2

Back at the table, Linda must have seen the distressed look on my face
and signaled to the waiter to bring me a brandy.  "Still after you," she
whispered.

"Well yes and no."

"Poor Stevie.  Do I have to get you some suppressants for that
overactive penis of yours."

"Maybe so, we have two days left on this sail."

That night in our bunk I breathed to Linda, "Adele kind of apologized
for her behavior and maybe that's the end of it."

"Sure Steve.  She's horny as she can be."

"Yea, but that's Jay's wife, I can't...

"So if it was someone else's wife you could?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Jay and I were inseparable in college.  We did a lot of dumb things,
but I never then or later went after another man's wife. Except
maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"There was that college professor's wife.  But that was different. "She
went after Jay, and he sort of let me use her too.  We didn't go after
her. Damn she was good. I think the professor knew, but didn't care.
She sure taught me a lot, like the time...

"Think I've heard enough of this. College boys must be the most amoral,
crudest people in the world."

"Thanks, I accept the compliment. Now, there was the time I traded Jay a
girlfriend for a carburetor job.  He's such a good mechanic, and she..."

"Enough."

"Bottom line is I'll kill the deal before I do anything with Adele that
would hurt Jay.  Even if he is a dammed Yankee."

The next day's sail was another thrill.  We had a 15 knot wind from the
northeast which allowed us to race southeast towards Port Jefferson on
Long Island. Directly east of Port Jefferson we eased into Pirate's
Cove.  Protected on all sides by the high bluffs of Mount Misery we
dropped the hook and made fast.

I made dinner aboard that evening.  I prepared a Morney sauce to grace
the smoked duck we had brought. I like to cook, and had to endure Jay's
harassment as he watched my every move, quieted only when he actually
admitted that my sauce was excellent.  While I cooked, he displayed his
usual flair for bar tending and kept our glasses filled with dark rum
diluted with tonic and fresh limes.

It began to get cold. I was used to Florida sailing and had never seen a
boat heater.  Jay lit the alien, copper monster, and warmth soon filled
the cabin.  Of course, to keep from asphyxiating, we kept the hatch
cracked and at least one port open. The duck was accompanied by an
excellent California cabernet sauvignon followed by a second bottle a
delightful  Australian shiraz merlot.  "Damn Steve, I have to admit that
cheese sauce was pretty good.  What was it? cheddar?"

"Damn son, I've wasted all these years trying you educate your Yankee
brain-it was a sauce Bechmel  with English stilton which made it a sauce
mornay. Ain't no cheddar in my sauces you uneducated Yank."

"Sure you didn't throw some grits into it just..."

"Gentlemen," Linda intervened. "Guess that's not exactly the right term,
but the nights still young, How about some trivial pursuit?"  All
agreed, so we lowered the dining table to the level of the settees and
rearranged the cushions to create one big playing surface or bed which
reached from one side of the boat to the other. Sitting on the cushions
cross-legged we formed a circle and spread the board.

Adele and I squared off against Jay and Linda.  I enjoyed the glow of
good food, good wine, a completed deal and, I had to admit, some amount
of inflated ego at being pursued by a good looking woman like Adele.
Soon, the heater had made the cabin unbearable, and Jay rose to turn it
off.  Within thirty minutes, we were again cold.  Jay went for find
matches.

"Hang on Jay. I have an idea.  We all looked at Linda.  Let's get
blankets and wrap up.  I hate the smell of that nasty heater."

Adele retrieved blankets, while Jay opened another bottle of wine.  The
four of us managed to wrap the blankets around us and sat hunched in a
circle. Immediately, I could feel the tremendous heat emanating from
Adele's body as she and I shared a blanket.  Jay and Linda wrapped
themselves in another, and we added two more blankets to fill the spaces
between the two couples.

It became obvious that we couldn't use the board, so it was tossed to
the floor in favor of the wine bottle and the question cards. The
plastic wineglasses were also jettisoned, and we asked questions while
drinking wine from the bottle.  Scoring became incidental and the game
confusing.

Adele drew a card, "Who wrote Peter Rabbit?"  Linda and Jay looked at
each other and shrugged.  Adele and I cackled over their helplessness.

"I have no idea of the answer, but here's one for all of you. Who has
their hand on my boob?" said Linda.

"Not me," I said.

Not me," echoed Jay.

I leered at Adele, "Well I guess that leaves you."

"No way, if I'm going to grab something under these blankets, it's not
going to be a boob.  There's a lot more interesting things under here."


Linda put her head under the blanket, "Oh, what do you know, it's my
hand playing with myself."

"Oh honey.  Two male goons sitting here and you have to do it yourself,"
laughed Adele with a look of glee on her face.

"Lets make the game more interesting. Next time a couple loses, the
female member of the asking team gets to touch the male of her choice
under the blankets," Linda said. I shot a look at Jay and saw a
surprised expression. Linda winked at me.

"I'm ready to whip your ass anyway Rebel conspirator," said Jay.

"You're on carpetbagger," I shot back.

"Wonderful idea Linda.  This game's boring so far," said Adele.

There was no further discussion, so Adele drew another card. "Ok, we
will do away with the Peter Rabbit one.  What's the capitol of Belgium?"
 I knew Linda knew the answer as we had been there. But she looked to
Jay.

"Hell, Amsterdam I guess, " he looked at Linda.

"Yep, that's our answer Amsterdam," said Linda.

"Wrong, Brussels, we win."  Adele turned to me and moved her face until
her lips were a scant inch from mine.  "Let's see, so many intriguing
possibilities to touch."

This had all gone pretty fast. I could feel her breath as she seemed to
mull her choices of spots to violate my body.  "I know," she cooed,
"right here."  Jay jumped as if he had been shot. Somehow Adele had
managed to grab him behind her back instead of me. "Sorry honey, did I
touch you too hard." Adele turned from me to look at Jay who sat with
his mouth open.

I looked to Linda who laughed so hard she had fallen to the deck. Jay
grinned and took another swig of wine.

"You missed so here's another question."  Adele drew another card.
"What's a one horned whale called?"

This time they were truly stumped. "A horny whale?" ventured Linda. Jay
agreed.

"Wrong again it's a Narwhal," whooped Adele.  "Love you Linda.  We can
play this game all night."

"Thought you might like it." Linda said to Adele, but smiled at me.

Again Adele moved close to me, and I felt her hand on my face.  Her
finger crossed my face from ear to ear then slipped into my mouth.  I
closed on the finger and gave it a gentile suck.  I heard Adele sigh as
she removed the finger.

"To heck with the rules, our turn," said Linda.  She grabbed the cards.
"Now here's a good one.  What's the chemical composition of Muriatic
Acid."   I knew, of course, having poured gallons into my pools over the
years. All Florida pool owners know that one.  Adele being a Yankee had
no idea.

"Sounds like eyedrops." She looked at me helplessly.

"NaCl" I lied."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong," Linda crowed while she smiled at me with a 'I
know you were fibbing look.'  Without hesitation, she turned to Jay and
I heard him exhale as her hand moved under the blanket.

Adele put her head under the circle of blankets, "Ohhhwee Linda. That
looks like fun.  Think my husband likes it."

" I can guarantee he does," said Linda.  "We need another question and
another, uh prize. Jay draws the card, and if the question is missed,
the winning lady gets to direct the man of her choice to take off his
pants."

"Yeww, this is going to be a great partnership," Adele turned and kissed
me. I was beginning to be confused over the rules, but the ladies seemed
to have it well in hand.

Jay drew a card, "An easy one. Who killed Cock Robin?"  I had no idea
and looked to Adele.  She shrugged, " I don't know too much about
cocks-the bear?"

" Wrong, the sparrow." Ok, Jay, off with your pants," Linda directed.

"Wait," Jay protested, "I thought I won?"

"No Jay, I won.  You're the man of my choice."

"Don't be so impolite Linda. You need to help him," came from a giggling
Adele.

All of us, except Jay, put our heads under the blankets, and I watched
as my wife pulled the string on Jay's jogging suit and helped pull them
over his knees and feet.  It wasn't difficult to see that Jay was
sporting a respectable lump in his underwear.

"I'm filing a EOT suit," I said. "These rules are biased in favor of
women.  Let's change teams.  Boys against the girls."

Jay gave a, "Damn straight." The women shrugged.

"Now ladies," I continued, " If you don't get this right, we get to feel
the boobs of the lady of our choice.  What famous baseball player was
know as the Georgia Peach?"

"Wait," said Adele. "What's the prize if we get it right?"

"We take off an article of clothing."

"Good, Ty Cobb."   Damn, I'd forgotten Adele was a sports nut.

Jay removed his jogging top and sat in only underwear and socks. I
pulled off my pants while the ladies put their heads under the blankets
and laughed.

"New rules, you have to answer two in a row--same bet," I said. Wails of
protest did no good, as I quickly ruffled through the cards to find a
hard one. "What flavor was Tricia Nixon's 350 pound wedding cake?""

"Lemon." said Linda.  Give me those undies Jay.

Jay and I shared gulps of wine. "How the heck did you know that? I asked
Linda.

"I just know things honey.  Ready Adele? Let's watch. Both put their
heads under Jay's blanket.  I looked at Jay.  He rolled his eyes, then
began to struggle with his underwear.  "Wow, Adele, that's really nice,"
said Linda.

"So pleased you like it honey. Now your hubby."

I did have a choice. I still had all my clothes on.  I could remove my
sweatshirt or my pants.  But, the game was getting to be more fun that I
thought.  I'm taking off my underwear," I announced.

"Good trick, right through your pants?  Linda he is talented."

Undaunted, I stood removed my pants, quickly slipped off my shorts and
released the struggling Beau. I then quickly dropped to the cushions and
covered myself with the blanket. As I reached for my pants to replace
them, Linda "accidentally" spilled some wine on them.  "OOPS sorry
honey.  Guess you'll have to leave them off."

"Linda, can I touch it?" Adele's voice, slightly muffled, came through
the blankets under which she had ducked.

"Please do my dear."

"Hold on.  That's cheating," I protested."  Nevertheless I felt the
touch of a soft finger trace Beau's underside from my balls to head.

"Next question ladies."  I shuffled through the deck and found a
particularly difficult question.

"Ok," said Linda, but we need new prizes.  Since we girls are still
clothed, we take off our pants if we get it wrong.  If you lose, uhhh
what do you think Adele."

"They have to stroke themselves while we watch."

"Waaa, that's great," Linda laughed in my face.

Both Jay and I voiced protests.  After all it seemed a little much.

"Chickens, chickens, chickens..."

Jay and I looked at each other and nodded.  Oh hell, I thought, we've
got to win this one.

Adele grabbed a card "Who lived at 343 Bratner, Fernwood?"

"Is that a real question?"  I looked at Jay.  He obviously didn't know
either.

"Superman?" he ventured.

"No idiot, Mary Hartman.  You lose."

"Jay, I need more wine."  I dragged my half-naked body (accompanied by a
chorus of suggestive comments from the female members of our party) to
the counter and opened a new bottle.  Back under the blankets, Jay and I
fortified ourselves with long pulls.  Under the blankets again, the
ladies egged us on.

" Steve, I've actually never done this before have you?"

"Not really Jay. I've heard of the practice."

"Quit stalling and pay up," came from the blankets.

What the hell, I grabbed that shifty snake Beau and gave him a few long
slow strokes. I had to admit that it felt wonderful.  But somehow the
public display..well ok... I enjoyed it.  The heads turned under the
blankets and I could see Jay's helpless look as he grabbed hold and put
on his show.  Howls of laughter came from the blankets along with
comments such as: "I think someone is lying--These guys have had lots of
practice--Ohhh, look at that technique."

"New game ladies." Jay grabbed the cards.  If we win, we get to feel
your tits, if we lose..."

"We play with your balls," added Adele.

"Attention ladies, the question is what sport has a hooker in a scrum?"

"The answer is Rugby," said Adele.  But let's give the poor boys one."
Linda nodded.  "Lets go with baseball.

"Wrong.  Ok Steve, let's go for it." Jay and I put our heads under the
blankets.  I saw him put his hands on Linda's breasts, which I noted
were  poking nicely from her jogging suit top.  I, on the other hand,
contemplated the best way to touch Adele. I had observed all week that
her breasts always seemed to be at attention and, of course, I had
"accidentally" touched them during her games. Presupposing some sort of
mechanical device, such as a wonderbra, was  helping her defy the laws
of gravity,  I slipped my hands under the waist band of her sweatshirt.
 Wow, no wonderbra, just firm flesh.  I teased her nipples and felt her
sharp intake of breath.

"Nice tits on your wife Steve."  I heard Jay from the other side of the
blanket.  I turned my head and saw his hands inside Linda's top.

"Adele's got some real beauties too Jay."

"Times up boys," Linda reminded us.

Jay picked another card.  "Ok girls, What kind of school did Pussy
Galore run?"


"Easy, a flying school." Linda screamed.  "Back under the covers Adele."

Jay and I leaned back.  "I think we are either being cheated or just
plain whipped," he said.  "Did we even make a bet?"

>From under the blankets Linda voice was clear.  "Ok dear.  Each of us
gets to pick the penis of choice and give it a little kiss."

"Open mouth kiss?"

"Yes, French kiss."

"Tongue?"

"Yes, lots of it."

"Which one do you want?"

"Don't know; let's check them together."

I felt four hands on ole Beau.  Well, he isn't that big; they did take
turns.  Actually there was a lot of pulling stroking and giggling.  The
pleasure was intense and Beau purred with contentment.

"We better check the other one," I heard Linda say.

I watched Jay jump, then lay back with a crooked grin.

"Which one do you want?" came from under the blanket.  Whispering
followed and the two heads under the blanket moved.  I felt wet lips
engulf Beau and a tongue slipping around his head.  Was it Linda?
Adele? Surly I could identify my own wife's mouth.  But then...I closed
my eyes and leaned back.  One kiss turned to another and Beau became a
shaft of pleasure. Hands went under my balls in violation of the game
rules, but I was too weak to protest. A tongue went around Beau's head.
 The incredible warmth was hypnotic.

"New rules ladies."  Both heads poked up from the blanket.  Jay
announced, "Ok, we're going for the big one.  If the guys win, we get to
fuck the woman of our choice.  If the ladies win, same choice."  It made
perfect sense to me.  I had another drink of wine and passed the bottle.

I took the cards and pretended to look for a hard one.   I drew one at
random and announced "Ok, this is the big one, the question is--"Who's
having a good time?"

We all screamed "Me, me, me.

"I made my choice", said Jay.

"Me too's" came from Linda and Adele.

We all sat not moving and everyone looked at me.  Well hell, we gone
this far I reasoned. "I know who I want?"

"Ready honey," came from Linda.

"Let's do it," Adele responded.

Both women rose to their knees, and I watched as both scooted to Jay.
Linda sat on his left and put her hand under the blanket while Adele
massaged his chest.
Taken aback, I watched as the three of them ignored me.  Soon Linda went
up on her knees, opened her jogging suit top and pressed her naked
breasts to the left side of Jay's head.  Adele pulled off her sweater
and did the same on the right side of his grinning face.

"Thanks ladies, a boob sandwich.  What do you think of this Reb?"

"Looks OK."

"Guess this shows you who's king stud "cornpone?"

"You don't really mind if we three do this do you honey?" said Linda as
she lowered her head and licked Jay's cheek.

"Well no, after all I uh..." I lied.

"I've never done this," cooed Adele.  "It's so exotic, especially with
an appreciative audience."  She slipped a nipple into Jay's mouth.

"Oh Adele, it's getting so big, put your hand down here and help me." I
watched as Adele's hand joined Linda's under Jay's blanket.

"Linda, I'll take his balls, you stroke him."

"Guess this pays you back secessionist." said Jay.

"For what?"

"That little redhead you stole from me in college.  I've been waiting to
get back at you all these years."  At that, I saw three faces looking at
me and laughing.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry, hope we didn't take the joke too far?" Linda moved
to me and tried to stop laughing.  "You should have seen the look on
your face.  Jay put us up to this.  But it was funny."

"You mean Jay, the copperhead, started all this?"

"Not really, Adele and I talked and I mentioned the fun we had had with
another couple and she got interested and, well, Jay found out and
talked us into playing the trick on you. "Adele, I'm tired of these two
and their silly game.  I've changed my mind."

"Me too," said Adele pulling away from Jay.

Stunned, or was it drunk (or was it both) I watched as both women, now
topless, wrapped themselves in a blanket.  Yes, the same blanket.
Screams of laughter came from the blanket pile as Jay and I looked at
each other.

"What do you think?"

"Reb, I think we need another drink."

"Pass the bottle 'blue belly.'"

>From the blankets we could hear comments..."Nice boobs honey...Thank you
my dear... Ooh that tickles...Do you think we should kiss?  Well maybe.
 Want to help me take off my pants.  Delighted to my dear.  Nice buns.
Thank you... "

Two heads suddenly reappeared from the blankets.  "We changed our minds
again boys."

"Then come on out?"  My half-naked wife untangled herself from the
blanket (and Adele?) and began to crawl towards me.  Adele too was still
wearing her pants, but I noticed they were unbuttoned and unzipped.  She
displayed a beautiful rear end as she moved towards Jay.

"Linda, want to trade?"

"Yes, this one looks familiar.  Think I may have had him before. Hard to
remember sometimes."

Abruptly both women turned. Linda approached Jay, and Adele came to me.

I was leaning against the starboard bulkhead.  She paused, still on all
fours, between my outstretched legs and looked into my eyes.  "No more
games?"

"No more."

With that her gaze left my eyes, and she looked down at ole Beau.
Somewhat disappointed with the proceedings, he had chosen this moment to
relax.

"Looks like you need some encouragement?" Adele looked me in the eye.

I looked with dismay at the shrunken Beau. Still on hands and knees, her
head lowered and then I could feel her lips as she gently kissed Beau.
It was a nice kiss.  A long kiss even.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
sensation, but the cantankerous Beau refused to cooperate.  Again she
licked me, but no response was evident.

"What's the matter you Confederate bastard, can't get it up?" Jay
injected from across the boat.

That did it, immediately Beau began to expand in Adele's mouth.

I felt the lips leave my penis and go to my ear..."That's for being such
a gentleman all week.  Now I am going to screw my husband's best friend
as pay-back for all the aggravation he's put you through."

"An outstanding idea." I observed.

I reached under her body and felt the breasts I had denied myself all
week. (Well ok, I had touched them a few times.)  Adele remained on all
fours and wiggling her butt in pleasure as I massaged each breast
pausing only to roll her nipples between thumb and forefinger.  "Oh that
is nice.  More...please."

I began to push her to the side so as to better reach the rest of her
body, when she grabbed me and shoved my body to the cushions.  I had no
sooner landed on my back, when she moved atop me. Damn, I thought,
pinned.  I had forgotten how large and strong she was.  As a matter of
fact, I had never been in such a compromising situation (is compromising
the right word for situations such as this) with a woman this size.
Erotic thoughts of all the Amazon women movies I'd seen passed through
my head.

"You realize you're the only man other than Jay to ever feel my breasts?

"Thanks.  I'm honored.  There're very, very nice."

"Tell me the truth.  When I was flirting with you, did you want to touch
my breasts?"

I figured there was no use in lying.  "Yes, very much and more."

"What more?"

"I wanted then, and now, to put my hand in your pants."

"Please do."

I slid my hand off her breasts and down into the unzipped pants.  I felt
her legs spread as my fingers explored the elastic of her panties and
she half rolled to help me further. Soon my fingers encountered the
fuzzy tangles of her pubic hair, and I paused to massage her mound.

"You're also the second man to touch me like this."

"Man yes, but did Linda touch you like this under the blankets?"

"No, but I did undo my zipper.  I'd have let her."

"Let her what?  This?"  I eased my middle finger into a nice warm spot.
 "Would you have let my wife touch you like this?"

"Yes."

As far as I know, my wife has no interest in doing other women, but the
conversations was certainly turning me on.

With two fingers, I began to massage her clitoris and took deeper
strokes inside her.  "Linda might want to do this to you also?"

"Yes." Came weakly from a slack mouth.  Soon I felt a quickening of her
breath as she began to rotate her hips, arched then relaxed.  "Thanks
Steve, that was a nice start."  Her hand moved to Beau.  "It feels like
you are ready for more, but should I make sure?"

"Yea, I'd appreciate it."  Again her head disappeared between my legs
and soon she had ole Beau in her mouth. I leaned back and relaxed. Beau
can get overly excited sometimes and--well there was lots of unfinished
pleasures ahead.

Soon I moved to prop myself against the bulkhead again. Adele removed
her pants and panties then straddled me.  I felt her hand on Beau as
slowly and smoothly she lowered herself.  God she was big.  I could feel
the power of her thighs and could see the outlines of muscles in her
powerful shoulders as she began to rock.  As one we moved, alone in the
universe enthralled by our very beings, straining to...

"You trying to fuck my wife Johnny Reb?"

"Hell no, you stupid Yankee bastard.   As usual you got your tenses
wrong.  I'm not trying, I am.  No wonder you always flunked English.  As
a matter of fact, I am doing nothing: your wife is doing me.  She's been
horny for three days.  Guess you're not taking care of her."  I looked
across the cabin and saw Linda astride Jay in exactly the same position
as Adele.

"Think I didn't notice you trying to feel her up these last two days?"

"No, you're..."

"Don't these two ever shut up?" Adele interrupted as she turned her head
to speak to Linda.

"I can't believe it Adele.  Two Miss Universes like us making love to
them and they have to re-fight some silly war.  Can't you two just be
quiet and pay attention?  If you don't, I'm going after Adele again, and
you two can play with yourselves."

I thought over the proposition.  "Jay, suggest we rename be boat
Appomattux and sign a peace treaty. You can have my wife as a hostage."

"Agreed Reb.  Your welcome to my wife as a prisoner also."  This last
statement from Jay came with a gasp as Linda began to move faster. "Damn
Steve, I'm being molested by my own prisoner."

I turned my attention to Adele who had become glassy eyed. Her mouth
opened and a low moan escaped.  Me, I was hanging on.  Yes, Jay was very
wrong as usual.  I wasn't "fucking his wife," it was the other way
around.  She moved harder against me, and I admired her large body.  The
boat had seemed so cold before, but as we moved she had built up a sweat
and the sheen dissolved into a small trickle, which found its way
between her breasts.  I moved my head and licked the salty driblet.  She
sucked in air as I put my teeth on her left nipple and gently bit.

At last I felt my beautiful Valkyrie weaken. She seemed to be returning
from a trip and I relaxed as Beau erupted into the wonderfully warmth of
her.

Soon she collapsed, and I enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of more naked
female flesh lying atop me than I had ever had before.

Across the boat, all was quiet, so I assumed that Jay and Linda too had
finished.  I have often been criticized for sleeping too soon after sex
(not without justification), but managed to stay awake long enough to
put a blanket over both of us.  Later in the murky night, Adele awoke me
and again demonstrated the power of her body.

It was cold in the morning.  Jay got up and started the hated heater,
and I made coffee. While we were working, both women got up went to the
heads and returned to sleep.  I noted that they did move close to each
other-for the warmth (I guess.) Twenty minutes later, Jay and I sat
topside holding steaming mugs to warm our hands.  He looked at me.
"Still friends?"

"Damn right buddy.  I'm looking forward to doing business with you and
uh Adele too.  We are lucky men with two fine wives."

We toasted each other with coffee cups.  "Tell you what Reb, there's two
naked women lying down there.  Let's flip a coin to see which one of us
gets to go down and climb between them?"

"Hell Yank.  You're the last person in the world I should admit this to,
but I'm not sure I can get it up again after what your wife did to me
last night."

"You know Reb, I was kind of hoping you would win.  Think I'm kind of
out of commission too. That Linda is one skillful woman. Course there is
always tomorrow night-right 'cornpone?'" His grin was a wide as I had
ever seen it.




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