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She likes to show off, and he doesn't mind when she does. (M+F, wife-sharing, exh) *** Heat, June, New Orleans. The words go together like beans and rice. In order to beat the heat and humidity, my wife and I often drop the boat in Lake Pontchartrain and go for a cruise. Let me tell you about Annette. She is a Pisces through and through. If it involves the water, it's fine with her. It's fine with any man who gets to see her in her bikini also. At 5'2", 105 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes on a beautifully sculpted body (four workouts a week will do that) she turns heads when completely dressed, let alone in a bikini. So when I mentioned to my water rat that the Boat Stop was in this weekends plans, she jumped at the chance. The Boat Stop is a funky little bar that sits on a river, which empties into the north end of the lake. It is totally isolated and can be reached only by boat. On a pretty summer weekend, upwards of one hundred boats of all sizes and makes can be found tied to the pier or anchored in the river. Some are worth a few hundred dollars, some a few hundred thousand, all tied to one another with their crews in the bar. What's the attraction that makes the trip worth the effort? Most of the passengers on these boats are attractive ladies with few clothes and fewer inhibitions. The heat makes you drink and the drink makes you party, and that is as fine a combination as I know. The plan was this. Golf on the North Shore with my friends Paul and Mark. We would tow the boat to the course, play a round of golf, drive to a nearby marina and Annette and some of her girl friends would meet us for the one-hour boat ride to the bar. We would pull a tube behind the boat for some water sports, drink lots of Budweiser and probably be somewhat ripped before even getting to "The Stop". The boys were more than a little disappointed when Annette showed up solo. All of her friends had previous commitments, so it would just be 3 and 1. Their hopes of some "fresh meat" to liven up the day would be limited to burgers at the bar, it appeared. We dropped the boat in the river at 2:00 and our adventure was on. About 30 seconds after the boat got wet, the first round of beer hit our lips and the day had officially begun. We all have known each other for a long time, so the atmosphere was very light and easy-going. The guys see Annette as a buddy more than a potential conquest, so there was none of the sexual politics that can put a damper on an otherwise fun day. Several beers and a ride in the tube for each of us had us cooled off, wet, laughing and ready to party. Soon we rounded the final bend in the river before reaching the bar. When it came into view, I could hardly believe my eyes. There were so many boats anchored in the river that they stretched nearly from bank to bank. The bar was full of people, the dock was full of people, the anchored boats were full of people, all drinking, most scantily clothed, some beautiful and scantily clothed. All that Mark could say of his first look at the crowd was, "Sodom And Gomorra, we found it!" Several hours of Rum, Gin, Burgers and Jimmy Buffett went by quickly. I may be greedy, but I can't get enough of watching gorgeous girls in thong bikinis try to win a free drink in a limbo contest. I wonder what the rest of the world was doing? I know they weren't having as much fun as we were. All too soon however, the time to leave was upon us. Annette let it be known in no uncertain terms that she wanted another ride in the tube on the way back, so the time to leave was now. She was pretty drunk when we got in the boat, and when she is drunk she gets to be quite a flirt. Pulling away from the bar, she was sitting on Paul's lap and running her hand through his hair. I know he was wishing she wasn't my wife. He doesn't know my wife like I do. I've seen her in these flirty (maybe horny is more accurate) moods before, when she has had one too many, so I wasn't the least surprised when she whispered in my ear to ask if it would be all right if she took off her top. When I asked her why, she said to even out her tan. I gladly agreed, even though I knew that her tan was the last thing on her mind. She did it in a way only pretty women seem to be able to do these types of things. Instead of just popping it off and showing the guys all they wanted, and had been secretly hoping to see, she slipped off the top, gave a quick peek to all, put on the life vest and prepared to jump in the water for a ride in the tube. Her breasts squeezing out the sides of the vest were the last thing we saw as she dove over the side, and gave all of us something to look forward to when she finally would get back in the boat. That sight was all anybody on board, in our already overheated state, needed to see. Good friends or not, my wife or not, after the views and the booze we had enjoyed at the bar that day, everybody wanted a piece of Annette. After 10 or 15 minutes of fast tubing in a rough lake, Annette gave the signal that she'd had enough. We stopped the boat, hoisted her aboard, and all wondered what would happen next. The vest came off right away and I could see from the looks in those four eyes feasting on her breasts for the first time that they were in no way disappointed. Her breasts are not large (34c) but they are perfect little mounds tipped by as pretty and pink nipples as you will ever see. I knew that the tension was rising fast, and it was really my call to make whether or not things would progress past this point. I got a towel, dried Annette off and suggested that she lay on her stomach on one of the cushions so that I could oil her back for the trip home. Cocoa oil was soon wandering down her spine as I rubbed the lotion onto her back. As I was doing so, I leaned over and questioned into her ear if she wanted this to go on any further. An ever-so-slight smile joined the slight nod of her head, and I knew that we were in for a detour on our ride home. Next, I slid the bottoms of her bikini off of her ass and began to rub the oil into her most intimate places. I spread her cheeks, dripped oil into the crevice and rubbed with the side of my hand. I could feel the effect this was having on Paul and Mark, as two guys who never are at a loss for words had been silent this entire time. When I was finished, I gave her a kiss on the back of her neck and asked if she were ready. The same subtle nod of her head let me know that the games were about to begin. I turned to the guys and asked if one of them would mind oiling her front for her. Four happy eyes and open mouths were as enthusiastic a yes as I had ever seen, with Paul getting to the oil just ahead of Mark. Annette had always had a little crush on Paul, so I had made sure that he would go first. Paul walked to the front of the boat where Annette was still laying on her stomach. He put his hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her over onto her back. I could see him taking in the sight presented to him. Her eyes were closed and both hands were propped behind her head. Her breasts were pushed forward by this pose. The girl does know how to display her charms. The most erotic part of the pose however, was what you could not see. Her bikini bottom had rolled down just enough as to reveal far more than normal, but not enough to of what everyone wanted to see. Soon oil was flowing on Annette once more. This time its target was between her breasts, where a small pool formed before flowing towards the bottom of her right breast. Its flow was quickly stopped by Paul's hand dipping into the oil and spreading it over her body. Her neck, her stomach and especially her breasts received loving attention as no spot was left uncovered. Paul realized that since her nipples seldom saw the sun, they would require extra protection. As a result he oiled each of them many times and even tasted them to be sure that they had enough oil on them. When Paul finished oiling Annette's stomach, she sensed that he was still uncertain just how far he would be allowed to go. She reached up her arms, wrapped them around his neck and drew him towards her for a long, sensuous kiss. As they broke away, Annette looked in his eyes and wordlessly raised her behind off the cushion, signaling him to remove the last of her bikini. As the bottoms slid past her thighs, I could sense the anticipation in the air. I am quite certain that no disappointment was felt by the when they finally saw her cunt. A tiny patch of blonde hair topping naked, pink lips greeted their eyes. I have always kept her shaved. At first she agreed to this to please me, but now she wouldn't have it any other way. Her naked lips didn't require any oiling. She was so worked up by now that her lips were open and her juices were plainly visible. There was no longer any question of what would happen, just how often. As I drove the boat towards a deserted section of the lake, Paul and Mark used my wife time and time again. Paul was first. Not ten seconds after her bikini bottom passed her ankles; Paul had driven into her in one stroke and was slowly pumping in and out of her sopping cunt. Up until now, Mark had displayed remarkable patience, but that was about to end. When Annette opened her eyes to see what was rubbing on her face during Paul's fucking, she was greeted with a close up view of Mark's dick. I was fascinated to see how she would react. While making love, I would often ask her how she would handle it if she had to suck one man while being fucked by another. She always expressed doubt that she could do it, not knowing if she could concentrate on both things at once. She needn't have worried. In a flash she took most of his prick into her mouth, while cradling his balls in one hand. She soon had a rhythm going between her head and her hips, both in perfect synch. Soon Paul let it be known that he was cumming. With this Annette abandoned her attention of Mark (much to his dismay) and concentrated on the feelings in her cunt. As Paul pumped into, I could see and hear the unmistakable signs of her orgasm. The heavy breathing, the clenched stomach all were signs that she had no regrets about this unplanned part of our trip. Mark gave her no time to rest or recover however. After coming, Annette likes to rest and be held gently. Now, seconds after a powerful orgasm, she found herself being turned onto her belly and taken from behind. After be brought to the brink by her mouth, Mark took little time before giving Annette her second orgasm in minutes. After a brief rest, I took my turn. She was tired and somewhat sore, so I went slow and soft. We took turns with her for the next hour, mostly kissing and feeling her. She had never had three men before and was rather overwhelmed by it all. She wasn't so overwhelmed however, that during the boat ride back she couldn't make plans for our next trip. This time however, she promises to bring some friends. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 28