"That's what I thought," Harry said, reading Mark's answer in his face. "Now don't think I'm trying to say that it was all Lynn's fault. I'm not. All I'm saying is that emotions, especially as far as sex is concerned are uncontrollable. Hell, you know that. You're a man."
Mark shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe he'd been too hard on Lynn. After all, he'd had a few other women since they'd been married, and it hadn't altered his feeling for his wife. Still… no, damn it! He couldn't forgive her… he couldn't…
"Listen, Mark, why don't you go get us all a drink, and we'll sit here and talk this thing out, like normal, rational adult human beings. All right?"
Mark hesitated, and then turned to follow Harry's indicating finger to the bar at the end of the cabin. Harry leaned over Lynn's still naked body, and turned her onto her back so that her small, rounded breasts were exposed to his gaze, and her triangular patch of golden pubic hair glistened moistly in the sun, which was now streaming down the open hatch. He felt his own naked cock stir excitedly as her smooth flesh brushed against it, and then consciously forced himself to ignore the tantalizing closeness of her defenseless body… for the time being, at any rate.
"Lynn? Come on, girl, wake up… snap to!" He snapped his fingers once or twice in front of her face, and saw her struggling to emerge from the unperceiving cocoon she'd spun around her tattered emotions. "That's it, everything's all right… would you like a little drink?"
Lynn nodded vaguely, hardly aware yet of what was being said to her, caring even less.
"Mark, bring Lynn a drink too, will you? Gin and tonic."
"I know what she drinks," Mark said coldly, turning to see Harry's powerfully naked body poised over the upturned, helpless figure of his wife. Quickly, he turned back to the bar.
"Mark…?" Lynn said almost sleepily, as though she had just awakened from a dreadful nightmare. "Mark… are you there?"
There was a pause, as her husband tried to force a semblance of casualness into his voice.
"Yes… of course. I'm here."
"Oh, Mark… darling… I'm scared…"
"Just a minute Lynn. I'll be right with you. I'm fixing the drinks."
Lynn moaned as her eyes finally began to focus again on the ceiling of the cabin. In her almost delirious state, Harry seemed to be looming over her like the last menacing vision of her receding nightmare. She turned away quickly, burying her face in the cushion covering the bunk, and looked up only when Mark thrust her drink before her face.
"Here, you need it," he said quietly.
Lynn took the drink, and raised herself up against the side of the cabin, curling her legs around her to hide the enticing nakedness of her exposed pussy, and turning her ivory-hued breasts away from Harry's devouring gaze. Mark sat across the narrow cabin, while Harry remained on the bunk, and a strained and uncomfortable tableau was created by their three bodies, two of them naked, one partially clothed.
"All right," Harry said, as though he were assuming the incongruous role of master of ceremonies, "I think it's about time to discuss this whole thing reasonably and without emotion…"
"Why, Harry, darling… how boring!"
Three heads turned quickly to the open hatch cover above their heads, and saw Kate Johnson standing there, silhouetted by the bright sun. Harry smiled a hello up to his wife, while Mark floundered for something to say, and Lynn tried automatically to cover her nakedness with her arms.
"Oh Lynn, don't be so bashful," Kate said laughingly, descending into the cabin. "I've seen naked women before."
"Hello dear. Did you get the hotel rooms reserved?" Harry asked.
"Of course, darling. I'm very efficient that way."
"Good. Good."
Mark sat where he was, unmoving, expecting that any moment Kate would burst out with some kind of invective against her husband, who sat calmly naked on the bunk beside his own equally exposed wife. But there was no reaction. It was as though it were an everyday occurrence for her to walk in on her husband and another woman in bed.
"Hello to you, too, Mark. We didn't expect to see you so soon."
"Uhh… I caught an earlier flight," Mark said inanely.
"Well, it's lovely that you could get away." Kate eyed Mark's powerfully handsome body, only half-clothed, his shirt still unbuttoned. "Are you taking them off, or putting them on?" she said, indicating his clothes with her eyes.
"I'm… uhh… putting them on…"
"My my, that's a shame. Isn't it Harry?"
Harry nodded his agreement, relishing the smoothness with which his wife was taking control of the situation. He watched as she came closer to Mark, letting her eyes obviously run over his body with suggestive boldness. Mark sat nonplused, uncertain how to handle this new development in an already totally unrealistic situation.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Kate, I…"
"Oh well, that's not very hard to figure out, is it?" She placed one hand seductively on Mark's shoulder, and let it run sensuously down under his collar. He shivered at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation her cool fingers gave him.
"No… no, I guess it isn't," he said hesitantly.
Lynn watched with amazed eyes as Kate obviously advanced on her husband, and wondered when Mark was going to put a stop to her brazen overtures. But to her surprise, he did not object, but remained unmoving on his seat. She didn't know what to do, and before she could think clearly, she heard herself speaking to Kate herself.
"What… what do you think you're doing?"
Kate spun around to her, her eyes only barely managing to hide the viciousness of her attack and said, "I'm doing exactly what you seem to have done with my husband, my dear. Surely you don't object?"
"No, she doesn't object. Do you Lynn?" Mark's voice was tinged with irony and bitterness, as he suddenly capitulated before a growing desire for revenge on his wife. She had cheated him, by God, and now she was going to see he could do a little cheating himself. She deserves it, he thought hastily, she deserves to watch while I fuck another woman. I had to watch her blowing Harry Johnson. He imagined with salacious zeal how she would react to his betrayal, and his lewd thoughts were intensified by Kate's hand as it moved in ever increasing circles along his shoulders, down his back, around and under his arms. His limp cock, still resting quietly after the tremendous ass-fucking he had just given his wife, began to stir as it sensed the opportunity of losing itself in yet another wetly lubricated cavity.
Mark snaked his hand around Kate's fleshy thighs, in and under the temptingly short skirt she was wearing, and smiled as she sighed with pleasure. He slid his hand under the tight elastic crotch band of her silk panties, and teased the already moist lips of her quivering vagina. He looked toward his wife to see the effects of his vengeance was having on her, but his attention was immediately pre-empted by Kate, who began to slowly, seductively, unbutton her loose blouse, unsnap her brassiere, and slip them both with a sigh of anticipation from her ivory shoulders. Mark gasped with excitement as she turned to him, and placed his eager hands on her large, pear-shaped breasts, the nipples already erect with desire. She eased her cool, slender fingers over his impatiently awaiting crotch, and smiled invitingly at him as she felt the hugeness of his swelling, pulsating cock straining for freedom from under his confining pants.
Suddenly Mark moaned audibly as he felt his zipper open and her experienced fingers begin to stroke his distended throbbing penis.
"Come on, lover boy," she said, urgently, "let's do this thing right."
CHAPTER TEN
Lynn Shaffer watched the scene unfolding before her eyes with horrified fascination. Her body had pushed itself up against the wall of the luxurious cabin, and her eyes were wide with this final, and greatest humiliation. She couldn't believe Mark would do such a thing to her, would willingly fuck another woman right before her eyes. Her mind reeled with intermingling feelings of jealousy, anger, and yet a strange and perverse excitement as well.