Chapter 1
"So that's the little bitch you were after last night!" Laura hissed as she lowered the binoculars from her dark, blinking eyes. She stared out the window in the direction of the beach, squinting slightly against the glaring sun-light that reflected off the river. The young brunette was stretched out on the beach, a scant red bikini barely covering her voluptuously curved body, but it was all too obvious, even without the field glasses, that the girl was totally exhausted.
"She looks like she could never lift her legs up again!" Laura added, her voice choked with simulated sympathy. She turned away from the window to look her gloating husband directly in the eye, and she could hardly keep from laughing upon seeing his fat-cat satisfied grin. She forced a serious expression. "How could you do that to such a sweet young thing, Ron?"
His wife was playing a game, he knew, but it was a little more serious than she was letting on. He had been a trifle unfair, and her good-natured kidding made him feel just a tinge guilty but just a tinge. He stretched his legs out on the wide sofa, still feeling tired from the ordeal he'd gone through the previous night.
"It was easy, baby! I'll tell you that bitch is one stuck-up little piece... Thinks her ass is something so special!"
"I saw how she waved it in your face... You didn't exactly ignore her!" she scolded. Setting the binoculars down, she walked toward the galley, taking long steps so that her unbuttoned housedress parted in the front. She was wearing nothing underneath, and she made that fact apparent before she disappeared into the small kitchen. The space was extremely crowded when compared with the overall size of their house-boat, but Ron had it designed that way on purpose. The living space had been his primary consideration, and the bar that extended into the living room area had taken up part of the space intended for the galley. Laura didn't mind, as she spent as little time in the kitchen as possible, and then it was usually only to get ice for the bar. When she re-appeared, she was carrying a bucket of ice, and she walked behind the bar with it.
"You're a real bastard, Ronald Wilson!" she said sweetly. Then placing two glasses on the bar, she added, "I think you need a drink!"
Ron laughed loudly, tickled by the obvious way his wife was reminding him of her own special charms. She had exposed her sexy body on purpose, and now she was preparing him a drink an hour before noon. She wanted the share she'd missed last night, Ron thought, and he would be glad to give it to her.
'You know that none of them can match you in any way, baby! It's strange stuff that keeps me primed for you!" He laughed again when she held up a bottle of vodka in a threatening manner. "If you're making me a salty-dog, go easy on the grapefruit juice. I need something to get the ticker going again!"
She poured a double shot of vodka into the glasses, then unprofessionally added salt from a salt-shaker before symbolically splashing in the grapefruit juice. She kept a frown on her pretty face as she carried the drinks over to the couch her husband was stretched out on. "Here you go, big-boy! This should get more than your ticker going!"
Ron took the offered drink with one hand, and with the other he parted her dress further, exposing her naked loins to his gaze. He pushed his hand up between her soft ivory thighs and she immediately dropped to her knees beside the sofa.
"Eeewwwwhhh, stop that, you bastard! It's too good!"
"Best pussy on the whole damn river," Ron said, his fingers brushing against the silky tips of her pubic hair. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand next to her aroused vagina, while she let the front of her robe fall completely open, her proud white breasts pointing out full and pink. The budlike nipples were erect, the brownish aureoles drawn up with excitement, and she wanted him entirely aware of her aroused state.
"Well, this best little pussy in the world needs taking care of, too! You didn't have to get that little bitch... You knew she didn't have a husband for me!"
Laura was making light of it, but she was serious too. It had made her mad to be left without action of her own. When they were back home and Ron latched on to something outside of the club, she didn't really care as there were plenty of her own friends around. But when they took a vacation down on the river, it was a different story altogether.
"Didn't know she was single, baby!" he honestly protested.
"I could tell by the way she was flashing the goods at you! You must be slipping," she replied, her thoughts becoming fuzzy from his fingers working into her moistening warm cunt. She took a sip of her drink to maintain her act of coolness, but it seemed to only increase the sensations in her tingling loins.
He took a large gulp of his drink, then set it down so he could push the front of his robe apart, exposing his long thick hardening penis to his wife. "Slipping? Ha! It still works perfectly well!" he gloated, knowing that was now what she had meant.
"So you got the little bitch by simply showing your cock to her?" Laura suggested, her hand reaching out and gripping his thick fleshy column of growing hardness. "Did she grab it like this?"
"No, with her mouth!" he answered, a teasing sneer forming on his face. He was perfectly well aware of the game Laura wanted to play, and he was going to get something out of it, too.
She smiled in response, sensually running her tongue over her smooth ruby-red lips. But he was going to have to make promises first. "You won't see her again?" she asked coyly.
He looked at his wife, then smiled. After gulping down the rest of his drink, he pushed his fingers into the velvety flesh of her dampened, hair-lined pussy, his digits seeking and finding her tiny, already erect clitoris. It was palpitatingly hard, and he pinched the sensitive nerve end with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oooouuu!"
"We can push off today! It means we'll arrive at the meeting place early, but if it'll make you happy, okay." Ron shrugged. Then he rolled her enticingly wet clitoral bud between his fingers again to emphasize his intent. She groaned once more, running her tongue wildly over her lush, sensuous lips as an indication of her understanding his demands. He would give in a little, if she would give some too.
"The club members will be there in just a couple of days. It would be nice to arrive early..." she defensively replied. It was the same out-of-the-way anchorage their swap club used every year for their "fun week", and she had always wanted to spend some short time there without the other members being around. It was a hard-to-find place off the usual lanes of boat traffic, and the beach area was so well sheltered and private, it seemed special to her. Getting there ahead of the others sounded fine with her, and the little bitch on the beach would be high and dry too!
"Say for sure we can go now... I mean... After I have a little fun..." she said in her low sexy voice. She moved her face close to his erect member, and shaping her mouth into an "O", she breathed hot air over the swollen rubbery tip of the gland. The hard fleshy column of his cock jerked in her hand. "I'll bet the little bitch couldn't suck your big cock like I can!"
"Ooohhh, I don't know," he teased, feeling his blood rushing sensorily through his throbbing penis. Nobody could suck cock like Laura, but he liked to get her angry so she would show-off her skills. "She did a pretty good job last night!"
It was a challenge, and she flicked her tingly moist tongue out at the purple colored giant tip, lashing the sensitive underside again and again until his large penis jerked in response. Tucked just inside the dilated slit at the very tip was a tiny drop of seminal fluid, and she dabbed at it with her tongue-point, tasting the pungently sweet liquid to increase her own arousal. It was working on her husband, as he pinched her tingly inflamed clitoris hard, making her whole belly burn with mounting licentious excitement. She was going to show him what a real woman could do, and then she was going to make him admit she was the best.
Without stopping the continual provocative licking with her wet pink tongue over and around the hot fleshy thickness of his cock, Laura slipped off her house dress, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Then she spread her long white shapely legs out wider, giving his finger greater access to her moist, desire-incited vagina, as she hunched her totally naked body over his arched, hairy groin.
Damn, thought Ron, as he tensed from the lust-inspiring sensation of her hot lashing tongue. He stared at her voluptuous naked body, kneeling with smoothly rounded ivory thighs wide apart beside him, and he felt there was just no one else like her. For the millionth time in their six years of marriage, his eyes feasted on the sensually exciting details of her well-curved body. After all that time, he still marveled at the round firmness of her large fully pointed breasts, holding their magnificent shape in spite of their size. They were proud and closely set, leaving the narrowest of valleys running between their smooth, white resilience. He knew this had to be part of the reason she was so successful as a nude model before he saw and married her.
It pleased him to know that she hadn't changed at all in the six years of their marriage, and at any time she could go back to work for photographers, even though she was thirty-one: A nude picture had attracted him to her the first time he met her, and he was particularly pleased to later discover the pictures never really did her magnificent naked body justice. He had thought at times that was why he'd married her so quickly after getting her in the sack, but as things turned out they had proven to be extremely compatible in every way. If he wasn't such a lecherous old bastard, she would certainly be enough for him, but then, too, it was nice to discover that she liked the idea of occasional outside activities, and with the swap club, it kept those things on a purely physical basis. It was the ideal set-up for both of them, and he had really believed the hot little pussy he'd fucked the previous night had a husband for Laura to play with.
He didn't want his outside actions to destroy the arrangement they had together, and he was glad that his wife wasn't really too mad about his mistake. Hell, they were only just starting out their vacation on the river, and she would have plenty of entertainment, too, as soon as they met up with the other club members. He moved his eyes lower to where his exploring fingers played between the enticingly swollen lips leading to the firm and long sweep of her delicately rounded thighs. Between her spread white legs he could see clearly through the soft dark pubic hairs covering her loins and the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal crevice glistened wetly in the dim light coming through the curtained windows. No, she wasn't really angry with him over the girl, and in fact she was definitely intent on proving she was best. He was more than ready for her.
"Are you just going to lick it? Or are you going to suck it?" he groaned impatiently, sliding his fingers at the same time toward the dampened, eagerly nibbling mouth of her dilating vagina.
Laura rolled her tongue once more around her lush lips, then she grinned up at him, a satisfied expression on her pretty face. "Do we leave for the meeting place today?" she asked breathlessly, as she felt his knowing skilled fingers working into her hot wet cunt.
"Yes, damnit! Alright!" he shouted, as if conquered by her desires. It was part of the game, but he was really impatient to have her warm sucking mouth around his aching lust-hardened cock. Mewing with pleasure, as he dipped two fingers further into her tight wetly clasping vaginal passage, she winked with satisfaction, then turned her attention back to the thickly throbbing length of cock.
The warm, smooth flesh of her velvety sucking vaginal channel seemed to pull at his fingers as he drove them deep into her secret moist inner parts, and he looked at her lovely face for a sign of her pleased response. She formed her luscious mouth into an O-shape while her fingers played sensationally up and down the throbbing hard length of his excited penis. Then, slowly, she lowered her face toward his hardened cock-shaft, and he thrust his hair-covered loins upward involuntarily as the warm moistness of her soft open lips closed around the throbbing, sensitive head in a hot liquid pressure of delight. Her tongue moved like summer lightning around the purple glans, and her even white teeth closed with sensationally sharp contact against his thickness.
"Oooommm, yes! Suck it like that, baby!" he moaned as he reached down with his free hand to tangle his fingers tightly in her hair. He intended to guide the rhythm of her bobbing head as she slowly took more and more of his pulsing hard length into her mouth. The swirling warmth and wetness of her saliva seemed to engulf the swollen tingling head, and he arched his head up from the couch to get an even clearer view of her vivacious, sensually contorted face, and he felt even more excited as he watched the thickness of his rod of hardened flesh buried deep inside her receptively sucking mouth. It always amazed him that she could take so much of him inside, as he thought sure he had to be pushing into her tonsils.
She mewled around his hot plunging hardness while she increased the twirling of her tingly, teasing wet tongue over the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head. Again and again she nipped at it with her teeth as her soft, tonsiled lips drew on his fleshy rigid cock, sucking ever harder and harder. His working fingers in her hotly clasping infused moist cunt began to move in and out, beginning a rhythm that his hand on her head demanded of her oral fucking. She knew he was near cumming in her mouth and she gave in to his insistent force, eagerly bobbing her head up and down his long hardened penis, sucking on the excited rock-hard cock-shaft with wanton frenzy.
"Suck it, baby! Suck it!" he hissed, shoving his lust-trembling loins up violently into her lewdly contorted face. Her mouth was like hot melted butter, and he stared down at her licentiously bobbing head as his cock rhythmically sawed in and out of her soft ovaled lips. The very sight of it caused his fire-filled aching loins to tense and jerk into her face until it looked as though the full length of his straining cockshaft was sinking all the way down into her throat. The whole hardened length seemed to disappear with each upward thrust he made, until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening, protruding from between her lushly clasping lips.
Her cheeks bloated out grotesquely, then drew in again as her fervid little tongue licked with moist, nerve tingling urgency on the outstroke, making the head throb and jerk as though it was the very center of his sensation filled body. He watched with sadistic fascination as the inner coral flesh of her slaving lips pulled out exotically, clinging to the rigid flesh of his cock as she hungrily sucked, her mind caught up in the salacious task with all of her lustful concentration. Her full white breasts danced and quivered below her pumping torso, the hardened pink nipples at the tips occasionally brushing against the edge of the couch, and he pushed his fingers deep inside her now seethingly wet vaginal passage, its tight liquid walls seemingly trying to ingest the invaders, adding to the lust-inciting picture his eyes beheld.
"Ooooh, yes! Suck it, baby!" he groaned, his head feeling like it weighed athousand pounds. He dropped it back on the couch as he shoved his quivering hips up harder into her sucking mouth, and he thought about the little honey-blonde bitch he'd fucked the night before. He'd made her suck his cock, an act the girl had not been experienced with, and it had been something which gave him pleasure, to jam his hard, thick penis deep into the girl's throat, then pump her hungry little belly full of his steaming hot cum. She had become wild, a bitch animal in heat in spite of her protests against the unnatural oral fucking, and she had begged him to suck her greedily working little cunt until she was dry of all her insane arousal. But she had been nothing like his beautiful delicious wife. Laura could suck cock like no other woman in the world, like no other he'd known anyhow, and he again raised his head up to watch her frenzied motions over his boiling hot loins.
"Come on, baby! Suck harder! Come on!" he grunted as his wife labored below, her curvaceous white body sensuously quivering with the growing intensity of her own passion. She bit down hard with her sharp teeth, leaving white streaks up the length of his solid cock where the blood had been forced away from the surface as she raised her head, and then she plunged down again, taking nearly the whole of his long throbbing penis into her throat. He was nearly ready to burst with the insistent pressure of his cum, and his churning balls felt like lead weights hung between his tensed thighs, throbbing with the need for release. He jammed his ardent fingers harder and harder into her passion-slick cunt, signaling her that he was near completion, and she responded by bobbing down on his hard genital column, her tongue, teeth and lips all working to bring his ecstatically torturing sensations to an end.
"Mmmm," she moaned around the thick rigid flesh in her throat, and he felt the hot liquid gushing around his fingers in her orgasmically clasping vagina. She was cumming too, and he shoved his loins harder up into her widely ovaled lips, hearing her mumble of lust-filled joy as he arched his hips up in preparation for the final sensational trip of his sperm up the length of his long, thick, pulsating cock. He gasped and his lips bared back over his strong teeth, as though he was being exploded into hell.
His huge, swollen cock began a wild staccato jerking as his white hot cum made the fantastic dash to the tip of its pulsing head, racing steamlike to suddenly burst deep into her receptive throat. Then, his wife's wildly sucking mouth was flooded with gust after gust of the sticky hot sperm, salaciously bloating her cheeks outward with each explosive spurt as she swallowed ravenously, frantically, to keep up with the voluminously gushing fluid.
"Uuuggghhh! Swallow it, baby! Eeeewwwhhh, yeahhhhh! Don't stop! Keep sucking... Yeeaahhh!" he gasped as he thrust his jerking loins up, convulsively ramming his cock farther and farther down her throat. She continued sucking with an insane hunger as he went on shooting his load deep into her mouth.
Falling back heavily into the couch, Ron groaned loudly while he emptied the last of his passion heated sperm between her lips, but she went on nibbling gently, sucking every last drop from the spurting gland. After a few moments the satiate penis quietly deflated in her mouth, and he pulled his fingers from her still hotly contracting cunt his arm tired from his ordeal. She stayed kneeling beside the couch with her head on his thigh, still sucking lightly at the limp, flaccid penis in front of her, and then she straightened up and smiled at him.
"Think you're up to handling this barge now?" Laura said, sarcastically, as she knew it would be several minutes before he'd have the strength to or the will to want to do anything at all. Her husband only grunted a reply to her joke, and she moved up on the sofa beside him, kissing him lightly, wetly on the mouth. "Your activities last night seem to have slowed you down!" she added to get him riled.
"You're gonna get yours in a minute, baby!" he barked back at her, but she was right. They had been on the houseboat for a week and hadn't gotten a full night's rest yet. That was the way his so-called vacation went every year, and since they had become active members of the swap club three years earlier, the trips on the river had only extended the time he spent away from his business. It was the way he liked it, and he felt young and active for a man of forty.
"I'll put in for equal time," Laura said standing up, "but first I'm going to freshen up our drinks!"
Ron stared at her voluptuously naked body as she walked jouncingly to the bar with their glasses, and when she turned around, she saw that he was watching her. She changed her expression to a coquettish grin. "Do I match up favorably with the girl on the beach?" she asked.
"You make her look like a rank amateur," he quickly answered.
Laura wasn't going to bite that easily. "I suppose she was thrilled at being laid by a rich developer?" she said, the sarcasm apparent in her voice.
"Now honey... You know I'm nothing but a simple carpenter," he replied, and he waved his arms in the air to gesture his innocence.
"Ha! Some carpenter! Your little housing developments are only the largest in the state... Such modesty doesn't fit you, Mr. Wilson," she said, and she laughed as she carried the fresh drinks over to the sofa. Laura felt quite fortunate to have a husband like Ron, and she didn't kid herself about it. He had built up a company that made him one of the wealthiest developers in the state, and it was just that success at his young age that gave him the leisure time they both enjoyed. When he had decided to spend extra time on the houseboat that year, there was nothing to prevent him from doing just that. Most of the swap club rented the houseboats for their "fun week" on the river.
But Ron had wanted a special one, so he had it custom built. It was the way he did everything he liked, with flamboyance and flare that made most people envy him. It was just that part of his character that made his sexual appetite demanding and crude at times. But she didn't mind that a bit. In fact, she was almost as bad when it came down to it, and their arrangement was for her ideal. She had her little outside affairs, as he did his, but they both had an unwritten agreement not to hide anything from the other. With the swap club, it was easy to keep their affairs purely physical, so they had both decided they should become active members.
Ron had taken to the idea right away, but she had been a little hesitant at first, at least until she discovered how many people in their community were doing it. Then it had become sheer pleasure for her, as she knew that the men were extremely excited by her physical beauty. Ron's wealth and her good looks had erased the social stigma of her past work as a nude model, in fact had even elevated her to a semi-official leader status among the other women. What she did became the fashion with the others, and that was precisely the way Laura liked it. For her, it made her relationship with Ron absolutely perfect.
"Okay, lover boy..." she said handing her reclining husband the fresh drink. "This should get your adrenaline moving again!" She sat down on the couch next to him, sipping from her own drink, and Ron slipped his hand under the naked cheeks of her enticingly rounded buttocks. "Don't forget your promise! We push off for the meeting place today!" she defensively added as she felt the moisture forming between her thighs again.
"After some more fun and games... I owe you, remember?" he replied, and he wormed his finger against the tiny orifice of her tight little anus as emphasis to his statement. "If I shove off this afternoon, we can make the spot by tomorrow morning. We've got plenty of time yet..."
"Oh, yes! The fabulous restaurant near the river is about half the distance, isn't it? I suppose you're planning to tie up there for the night?" she asked, and he shook his head in reply. He was busy working his fingers up between her full naked thighs. "Mmmm... you know what I like... you insatiable old bastard." She was quite ready to enjoy his advances before they left, and one thought only crossed her mind before she was lost to the re-kindled sensations in her belly. "Just remember... Tonight, no strange stuff, even if the restaurant is full of pretty young girls!"
"Mmm..." he replied. '"Course, you never know when we might run into a nice young couple that could be persuaded to join the club!"