“Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed, “oh, Phil, yes!”
“Oh, Christ,” Phil whined.
He shoved his achingly swollen prick all the way to her womb, and then, with a bellow of excitement—he came.
“Ahhhhhhh,” he sighed.
Karen was too stunned for a moment even to get angry. She just couldn’t believe it had happened. He’d done all he could to arouse her, to let her know how horny he was, to get her into bed—and then he’d left her high and dry. He must have come less than ten seconds after entering her. She could have screamed with frustration.
“Gee, I’m sorry, honey,” he said mildly, pulling his limp wet cock out of her, “I guess I got carried away. That couldn’t have been too much fun for you.”
No shit, Karen thought wearily.
Of course it was nothing unusual. Phil always came before she could get off. Who did he think she was, Wonder Woman? She felt anger boiling up inside her, anger she couldn’t control after so many years of disappointment in bed. She stood up and marched to the closet and grabbed a dress.
“Phil,” she said stiffly as she got into the dress, “things are going to have to change in this marriage. I can’t take it any more.”
He gawked at her. “Honey, what do you mean?” he said frantically. “Please explain.”
“I mean…” Karen began.
Just then there was loud knocking at their cabin door, followed by Harry’s booming jovial voice. “Hey, come on, you two. You’re holding up the party.”
“Be right there, Harry,” Phil called back.
They hurried into their clothes and went up on deck. They hadn’t had a chance to discuss their marriage, but they both knew it would happen later. Phil looked worried and Karen looked angry. She happened to catch Manuel’s eye and saw him grinning. Damn him, HE knew what the trouble was. She and Phil took deck chairs and accepted drinks from the tray Manuel was handing around. Then the dark-skinned steward disappeared into the wheelhouse.
“I asked Manuel to leave us alone,” Harry said with a sly grin, “because we’re gonna want some privacy tonight. For our last night out, I got a little surprise. I just hope all you folks are ready for some fun.”
There was a murmur of agreement from everybody, because nobody said no to Harry Rosen. But Karen was puzzled. Just what did he mean? Absently she downed her drink and accepted another from Harry, who had taken over as bartender. The second drink seemed stronger than the one Manuel had given her, but she downed it, too. She was purposely getting drunk, and she noticed that Phil was doing the same.
As a matter of fact, everybody seemed to be tying one on tonight. The booze was flowing like Niagara Falls. Perhaps it was because tomorrow they had to go home, back to work, back to reality. Certainly they were all making a frantic attempt to enjoy their last night on Harry’s yacht. “That’s the way to go, folks,” Harry chuckled, preparing another round of drinks. “This’ll take your mind off your troubles. Let’s have a little music, too, okay?”
Another murmur of agreement. Harry pressed a button on a small tape machine, and low but sensual music came out. Karen leaned back in her deck chair with a big sigh, finally relaxing. Just for a few hours she intended to forget her guilt, have a few drinks, maybe get Phil to dance with her. Yes, that would be nice, a little dancing. She started to stand up—and found that she couldn’t. Those drinks had been stronger than she thought. She could hardly move in her chair. She was very drunk all of a sudden. Looking over at Phil, she saw a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face that told her he was drunk, too.
“Now, boys and girls,” Harry said with a boozy giggle, “we’re gonna play a little game. I never let my guests get bored. I always think of something they’ve never done before. So tonight we’re gonna make it with brand new people, okay? That’s why I got these mats spread out here.”
Karen noticed the soft, mats spread around the deck. She understood that Harry wanted them to have an orgy. He wanted them to take new partners, people they’d never fucked before, and make love right there on the deck in front of each other. Ordinarily the suggestion would, have shocked her right out of her socks, but after all those drinks it didn’t affect her one way or another, except to sound mildly amusing.
Okay, Harry, she thought placidly, whatever you want.
Everybody else seemed to share her calm acceptance. They were just sitting in theft chairs smiling or giggling like little kids. Even Phil had a grin on his face, and his horn-rimmed glasses were a little crooked on his nose. He was looking at Harry as if he hadn’t quite trusted his ears.
“You want us to fuck?” he laughed. “Right here?”
“Sure.” Harry snickered. “You dig Luann, don’t you?”
Phil blinked at the big-breasted redhead. Luann really did look delicious tonight, Karen had to admit. Harry’s mistress was wearing a skimpy jumpsuit that hardly covered her jutting tits and clung indecently to her pert little butt. She grinned invitingly at Phil.
“Yeah, I dig Luann,” Phil said eagerly.
“Then ball her,” Harry said. “Go ahead. It’s okay.”
Phil looked around cautiously, no doubt waiting to wake up from his dream, but no one else moved or spoke. Then Luann, who seemed familiar with such party games, stood up and began to take off her clothes. There wasn’t much to take off. She just unzipped her jumpsuit and stepped out of it wearing nothing but a tiny pair of yellow panties.
“Oh, my gosh,” Phil said, lurching to his feet.
“Come on, Phil,” Luann cooed, “get undressed.”
“Sure, sure,” Phil stammered, starting to loosen his tie.
Luann swayed before him, dancing to unheard music, and her big long naked tits swung heavily back and forth. Her long red hair swirled and gleamed in the slight sea breeze. She was enough to make any man achingly horny. Karen was wondering how Phil would get it up just after being laid, but when she looked at Luann, she didn’t worry about it. Nobody under ninety could fail to get hard for that.
The others watched, smiling, approving, everybody pleasantly sealed off in his drunkenness. Karen didn’t think of it as watching her husband get it on with another woman. She thought of it as her darling husband enjoying himself, which was far out. They all watched Phil fumble out of his clothes, a task complicated by the fact that he couldn’t take his eyes off Luann. She went on with her sensuous silent dance, her great boobs swinging.
“Hey, take off the panties, honey,” Harry encouraged from the sidelines. “Show Phil what he’s gonna get.”
Luann obeyed without interrupting the rhythm of her private dance or without losing the dreamy smile on her pretty face. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly tugged the skimpy garment down. Phil, who was just then getting out of his pants, practically tripped as he watched her. She showed the whole crowd, her flaming red bush, without a trace of shame.
“Oh, man,” Phil moaned.
He got out of the rest of his clothes as fast as he could. Then he stood naked before the beautiful swaying redhead, his cock rock hard and hugging his belly. Luann eyed it and danced closer to him, gradually bending her knees. She went to her knees just in front of him and ran her gleaming pink tongue up and down the stiff pole of his cock. The spectators laughed and clapped. Phil turned beet red but grinned.
“Go ahead, you two, get it an,” Harry chuckled. “We wanta watch.”
Luann got to her feet again, took Phil’s hand, and led him to the center of the deck where a soft mat had been placed. She sank down on it, onto her back, and spread her long legs. She opened them as wide as possible, drawing her knees back to her long melon-shaped tits. Everyone could see her scarlet gash with its fringe of copper curls.