Chapter 3

Frank, Joe and Bill will met for lunch on Friday. They ordered pizza and two pitchers of beer.

"One light and one dark," Bill said to the buxom waitress. "We like a little variety."

Their eyes followed the teasing wiggle of the waitress' ass until she vanished behind the bar.

"I guess by now you all know what's up," Joe said.

Bill rolled his eyes. "The price of gas, the price of food. You name it, and it's up."

"So is my cock," Frank said. "That waitress is a knockout!"

"I mean about this weekend Joe insisted. "Yeah, we're all going out on a houseboat," Bill said. "Finally the three of us get to go fishing together."

"Fishing?" Joe laughed. "You don't think our wives set this whole thing up so we could go fishing?"

"Sue hates fish," Frank said. "Except lobster. That she likes. Her hair may be silver, but her tastes are solid gold!"

"Is her twat-hair silver too?" Bill asked. "I've always wanted to know."

"You'll find out this weekend," Joe said. "What do you mean?" Frank and Bill both looked puzzled.

"What have the three of us been trying to figure out for the last few weeks?" Joe smiled.

"Ooooh," Bill said. "You mean how to get the women to go along with the old switcheroo?"

"Right!" Joe leaned forward. "Only now they are way ahead of us. They've been planning the same damn thing!"

"I don't believe it!" Bill replied. "Edna is so... so Goddamned stuffy."

"And what has she packed for the trip so far?"

''Lipstick, perfume, her babydoll nightgown oh, shit!" It suddenly hit him. "You think so? You think they really want to do it?"

"And what did Sue get with the money we all kicked in?" Joe asked.

"Filet steaks, champagne, and candles," Frank replied.

"Candles?" Bill wrinkled his brow. "Who needs candles on a housebo4 with electric lights?"

"You know how women are," Joe said. "They like all that romantic shit."

"God damn, this weekend's going to be better than I thought!" Frank said.

"It's going to be perfect." Joe smiled. "Except for one thing?"

"What's that?" Bill asked.

"I don't like them setting us up," Joe explained. "It's fine for us... but damn, I don't want Rita to think she can lead we around by the fucking nose!"

"Where she is leading you is into bed with my wife Edna," Bill said in a dull voice. "What's so bad about that?"

"Nothing, nothing at all!" Joe responded. "I really dig that lean, sexy look. It's just that I don't think we should let Rita or Edna or Sue think they can run our lives for us."

"Right," Frank agreed. "But what do we do? Tie knots in our cocks and tell them we aren't going to play?"

"No we go fishing."

"Fishing? Joe, are you fucking out of your mind?" Bill groaned. "Do you have any idea how hot I am for Sue and those beautiful big tits of hers?''

Joe grinned. "I know, I know... and now we know they are just as hot for the switch as we are. So when we get to the lake, we make them wait. We take off and go fishing, and just let their little pussies stew in their own juice."

"Take off?" Bill asked. "How far can you go on a sixty-foot houseboat?"

"We bring my rubber boat and that little outboard," Joe told them.

"We won t get out on the lake until nine or maybe ten at night what the hell can we fish for in the dark?" Frank asked.

"Catfish."

"Catfish?" Frank shook his head in astonishment. "There's going to be three hot pussies on that boat, and you want to go chugging off in the dark for catfish?"

"Think how much hotter those three pussies will be when we get back," Joe said.

"Son of a bitch!" Bill liked the idea too.

"We stay out an hour, maybe two, and by then the women will be climbing the wall," Joe said.

Frank's broad face broke into a wicked-looking grin. "It's my prick I want somebody to climb!"

The sexy young waitress arrived then with their pizza and pitchers of beer. "You guys want anything else?" she asked.

Frank pinched her ass. Oh, honey, if you only knew!"

Darkness had settled on Crystal Lake when they arrived Friday night. A blaze of lights marked the marina. Nearby, other lights in cabins and in summer homes dotted the shore. Along the north end of the lake was an enormous black void brightened only by the twinkling of stars and a stripe of silver laid down by a full moon.

The dockhand gave Joe a quick checkout at the controls of the luxurious sixty-foot houseboat like a mobile home mounted on two long pontoons.

Frank asked the old dockmaster where the best fishing was to be found'.

"It's good all over the lake," the old man replied. "I'd say best here in the main part. If I was you, I'd stay out of the north channel it gets narrow in spots, dark all around, lots of deep coves and side branches where a body can get lost."

Sue went aboard the boat with a sly grin curved on her lips. "Rita, did you hear Frank asking that old guy about the fishing?"

They both laughed.

Rita's eyes brightened... "Maybe it's not so funny I am anxious to try his rod!"

Bill cast off the bow lines, Frank freed those at the stern, and Joe eased the lumbering, brightly lit boat out of the mooring area.

When the other two men joined him on the bridge above the main cabin, Joe asked, "Where to?"

"The north channel," Frank said, "as far up as we can go."

"It looks dark and deserted up there," Bill said in a tone of caution. "And didn't the old guy say the fishing was best in the main part of the lake?"

Frank shook his head. "That's what he said, but the locals always keep the best spot for themselves. He said to stay out of the north channel, so that's exactly where we should go."

"Okay," Joe agreed, "but damn it is dark up that way. I can't see a light anywhere for miles around."

They were not close enough yet to see the faint lantern glow from the Jensen brothers' cabin, or the three shadowed figures moving along the shore.

A bright yellow rubber raft trailed behind the houseboat, rocking gently in its wake. "What did they bring that damn thing for?" Edna wanted to know.

"The guys still think they'll have time to fish," Sue explained.

Lusty giggles were heard from all three as they set out to explore the boat.

"It's super!" Rita exclaimed. "There's even shag carpet on the floor.

"That's the deck," Frank told her. He'd served a hitch in the Navy when he first got out of school. "The kitchen is called a galley, the bathroom is a head."

Rita leaned close to him. "What do you call the bedroom?"

The musky scent of Rita's perfume filled Frank's lungs. Rita was wearing shorts and a filmy blouse

with a neckline that plunged almost to her waist. Through the gap he could see the shadowed valley between her two well-formed tit-peaks, and he began to wonder if making the women wait was such a good idea after all. His cock got hard just thinking about Rita and her long, lovely curves.

Edna joined Joe on the bridge. The evening breeze stirred her dark, gray-streaked hair. She stood close to him and let the gentle rocking of the' boat bring her slender, elegant figure in gentle contact with his tense muscles.

"I'll be glad when we can anchor somewhere," she said. "So you can take your hands off the wheel."

Joe let one hand slide free right then. His fingers capped her pussy mound. Edna sighed, squirming into his grasp, damp oils of lust already starting to flow from her cunt.

Sue stood at the rail at the back of the boat. The stern ex-Navy man Frank had insisted that the broad deck area there was called the fantail. Moonlight sheened in waves of silver light. Bill stood beside Sue, eyes gazing down into her scoop necked blouse to marvel at the soft swelling of her enormous fits. Their creamy, sloping sides touched in the center and showed only a narrow slit between. Bill wet his lips and wondered if the crack of Sue's cunt would be as snug and silky smooth.

"I've been thinking about the rubber boat," Sue said, turning so the nipple of one tit raked softly across Bill's chest," . . . the way it bobs and jiggles in the water, I'll bet it would be a fantastic place to fuck!"

"Er, yeah . . . I'm sure it would." And then Bill thought, shit why do we want to make such eager pussy wait?"

Enos guided the long cedar dugout canoe near the shore, hugging the steep sloping bank, keeping the boat in the black moon shadow of overhanging oaks. The engine purred at barely more than an idle and the wake vanished quickly behind the long, slim craft. "What you see up ahead?" Enos asked in a whisper to his oldest brother in the bow.

Amos scanned the night through a pair of; binoculars clamped against his bushy eyebrows. "Houseboat," he said. "One of the sixty-footers. A man on the bridge with a skinny bitch . . . got a body like a willow limb, and he's busy lovin' up her cunt."

"Lemme see!" Enos said, and Amos passed the binoculars back via Willie who was sitting in the middle of the boat. "Hot damn!" Enos roared with delight. "That's who I want first. The skinny ones have the tightest cunts!"

"I want the little stubby one with the silver hair," Amos said. "She can't be more 'an five feet tall . . . but what a pair of tits! When I get my big cock in her little twat, them big jugs will about tickle my belly-button!"

"I guess I get what's left," Willie said in a voice of complaint.

Enos handed Willie the glasses and he scanned the approaching houseboat. He was starting to wish he'd not left Amy to join his brothers on the prowl.

"Hooo-eeeeey shit." Willie said, after giving the boat a second glance. He saw Rita tall, shapely and sexy as hell. "She's got long, long brown hair all dark and shiny like a mink!"

"Throttle back!" Amos said. "They're throwin' out the anchor.

"Yeah," Willie said, "and the guy doin' it is built like a blacksmith's anvil. The .one on the bridge is big and rough looking too. This might not as easy as we thought."

"Three of them, three of us . . . who you think's gonna win?" Amos asked in his gruff voice. His massive hands clenched the gunwales of the boat, and his cock swelled hard as he thought about that tiny little lady with huge tits. "I'll have her sweet nipples in my mouth before her husband is through spitting out his teeth!"

"We might not have to fight at all," Willie said.

"What you mean, 'boy those guys aren't jus' gonna smile an' hand us their pussies on a platter!" Amos said.

"I know, but the guys are getting off the boat they're climbing into a Goddamned rubber raft they got tied behind . . . they're shoving off!"

"They're fuckin crazy!" Enos said. "No," Amos told his brothers with a thick lipped grin. "They are jus' crazy . . . we are fuckin'!"