Hans had one other source of income that sometimes arose from his cruises with Harry Johnson. Everybody on Harry's boat, sooner or later, did something he'd rather not have other people know about, and Hans was smart enough to realize that there was money to be made in knowing how to keep your mouth shut. Hans never came on board without his camera, stuffed down inside the middle of his duffel bag, and he had often used it. Even Harry didn't know about this little bit of free enterprise.
CHAPTER THREE
Harry Johnson started, and wondered what had waked him from the half-sleep he had fallen into. Then he felt a firm hand gently caressing his belly, fingertips running a ring around the tops of his bathing trunks, occasionally a long, cool finger darting under the elastic band and entwining itself playfully with his thick pubic hair. He lay for a moment with his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure as he felt the experienced fingers bring his slumbering loins to life.
Opening one eye, he looked at his wife, Kate, who was kneeling with her back to him, one hand playing a gentle tattoo on his belly, the other beginning to snake its way into the warm space up between his powerful, hairy thighs. Suddenly he sat up, grabbing her hand and forcing it under his bathing trunks to where his expectant cock lay waiting, his other hand slipping around under his wife's arm and squeezing one of her heavy, pear-shaped breasts with surprising violence.
"Caught you!"
"Oww!" Kate cried, startled by the suddenness of his move and the pressure his hand was exerting on her tender nipple, which he was rubbing painfully against the top of her scanty two-piece bathing suit.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," he teased, as he took his hand from her breast. "I thought I was being attacked by the Sunday night rapist."
"You bastard," Kate said quietly. "I try to be nice to you…"
Harry lifted the short brown hair at the back of his wife's slender neck, and ran his mouth soothingly over her nakedly exposed shoulders. He nuzzled the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and playfully nipped the suntanned flesh of her tapering back with his lips.
"Am I forgiven?" he mumbled, running a hand along the inside of her warmly fleshed thigh.
Kate quivered with pleasure, and moaned just audibly that he was. She gave his awakening cock a last caress, and removed her hand from his trunks.
"That's enough for now," she said. "I just came up to bring you a drink."
"You know something, baby? It's never 'enough for now'. Not for me." Harry leaned over and took the tumbler of bourbon and water from her, and swinging his feet off the seat, sat up and took a long drink. He sighed with satisfaction. "Umm, that's good." He motioned his wife to come sit beside him, making room for her on the seat.
"I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth."
Kate looked at him, and laughed as she said, "Harry, you are the most transparent man I ever met. You get that 'I want to ask you something' tone of voice, and it only means one thing." She looked up the deck to where Lynn Shaffer lay innocently sleeping. "Well, she is pretty, I'll say that much for her." There was just a trace of jealousy in Kate's voice.
Harry chuckled. "And you are the most perceptive woman in the world. And the most understanding." He leaned over and gave a small kiss on her forehead. "Any other wife in the world would have her husband's head off if he came to her and asked if she minded if he laid some other broad."
Kate looked at her husband and forced a smile. "Would you be able to keep your great big paws off that girl if I minded?"
Harry started to protest, and then stopped and let out a hearty laugh. "Well, honey, I'll say this… I haven't had very much luck with that in the past."
"Well then," she said, again forcing her face into an approving smile. "I guess that settles it."
Kate watched as Harry laughed again, and took another drink of his bourbon. She didn't really mind the fact that he was chronically unfaithful to her, but she didn't understand why he always had to be sure she knew about it.
She looked again up to the bow of the boat, and tried to imagine what Lynn Shaffer and her husband would look like, twisted and contorted into a passionate and writhing embrace. Her eyes watered momentarily, and she removed a bit of mascara which had lodged in the corner of one eye.
Lynn didn't use much made-up, Kate thought to herself, as she wiped the mascara from her finger onto the deck, but what the hell. Some women didn't need it, while others… She looked away, bothered by the fact that she knew she herself was one of the women who did need make-up, needed it to hide the growing traces of wear and care that had begun to encroach upon her face the last few years. She tried to ignore the slight twinge of concern that invaded her thoughts, but could not. She knew in her heart that it was only a matter of time before Harry woke up one morning to discover that his lovely wife was beginning to fade around the edges. She knew as well, that the only thing which kept Harry tied to her was her looks, and her willingness to overlook his frequent amorous adventures.
What the hell, she thought, you can't expect a good thing to last forever. She had long ago decided to profit as much as she could from her marriage to Harry Johnson as long as it lasted, and she managed to do just that. She had decided to put up with his cruises, and had even begun to enjoy participating in the orgies that took place at least once a month. Hell, it was fun, and it postponed the inevitable day when Harry would decide to trade in his present wife on a newer, younger model. Someone like Lynn Shaffer perhaps.
She glanced at Lynn's sleeping form, and decided she was going to enjoy this cruise. She knew exactly what lay in store for the luscious creature whose husband had let her stray too far from the nest. She had seen it all happen before, and she knew she was going to enjoy seeing this innocent young bitch get just what was coming to her. She gave an audible laugh.
"What's funny, baby?" Harry asked, turning to her.
"Oh, nothing really," Kate said. "I was just wondering what Mark Shaffer would say if he knew the plans you have for his lovely young bride." She turned to him. "Do you think Shaffer knows anything about that business deal of yours?"
Harry laughed, and finished the last watery drops remaining in his glass.
"No, honey, he doesn't suspect a thing. How can he? I had to pay through the nose to get that information." He gave his wife a kiss, and added, "But it was worth every penny. I'd like to see Shaffer's face when I sell his property to the city for triple what it cost me."
"What does the city want it for, anyway?" Kate queried.
"Hell, I don't know," Harry said. "Some kind of big municipal complex, offices and courthouses and that kind of thing. What do I care, as long as they're going to buy it? And they're going to buy it, I've made sure of that." Harry was an expert at finding the right palms to grease. "Don't worry, Mark Shaffer has no idea his property is worth that much."
CHAPTER FOUR
He gave his wife a resounding and painful slap on the upper surface of her thigh, felt the soft flesh give with his blow, and thought again of the pair of firm, slender thighs belonging to Lynn Shaffer.
"I'm talking about business, honey. Why don't you go below aft white I attend to a little pleasure?"