Adam's Journey Pt. 39

Kori had drunk at least as much of the two bottles of wine as I had, and, weighing about seventy five pounds less than me, was considerably more affected by it. I had a little bit of a buzz, but she was unsteady on her feet, and almost silly giggly. I carried the fragile items down to the galley, in two trips, while she made one trip with the less breakable things.

When I returned with the second load, she was sprawled in a chair, her legs straight out in front of her, fanning her face with her hands. This position had caused her shirt to ride up, and left her fully exposed south of the equator.

She glanced at me. "Whew! I'm hot!"

"Yes you are!" I set the dishes down on the counter.

She giggled. "No stupid, I mean really hot, like burning up. Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"We've already established that it's you, but yeah, it's a little warm in here. The wine is probably adding to that, don't you think?" I slid a couple more windows open, to take advantage of the light breeze.

"Maybe. I don't know, whatever. I've got to get out of these clothes!"

I laughed. "Yeah, you're seriously overdressed, what with that shirt on and all."

She rose unsteadily to her feet, unbuttoning the last couple of buttons on her shirt and letting it fall to the floor, then raising her arms over her head in a cat-like stretch that lifted her full, round breasts and accentuated the ridges of her abdominal muscles. "Mmmm, there, that's better!"

She lost her balance just then, and started to stumble. Thinking to help catch her I tried to take a quick step in her direction, but my own reactions were none too swift. We wound up in an awkward tangle, headed for the floor. I did manage to turn so that I landed first, and she came down hard on top of me, with me in a sitting position with my back against her chair, and her sprawled crossways across my lap.

It knocked the breath out of both of us for a moment, and I had the vague thought that my back and my ass were both probably going to be sore tomorrow. I looked down into her face, and she looked up into mine, her eyes wide with surprise, before she snorted and started to laugh.

"Oh, Adam, that's a sneaky way to get me all hot and naked and in your arms! You know, if you want me all you have to do is say so. And you could be a little more gentle, you nearly killed us!" She giggled.

I was a little nonplussed, at a loss for any witty comment. The best I could come up with was "You're all sweaty."

Which she was. But it's still probably not a very nice thing to say. My right hand was resting on her chest, just below her throat, my fingers and thumb spanning her breastbone and resting on her collarbones, and I could feel the light, slick sheen of perspiration on her body. Laying across me, her body warm and soft, her skin hot and slick, her face close and staring up at me, she just felt incredibly, sensually, and utterly female.

She put her hand over mine and pulled it down, between her breasts, my fingers sliding in the slippery sheen of her sweat, feeling her smooth softness, her heat, and her stiff nipple brush the underside of my forearm. "I'm a lot wetter in some places than in others - would you like to feel?"

My mouth said no, I heard it clearly, but my hand continued to offer no resistance as she pulled it further down, across the velvet hardness of her stomach muscles, my palm now flat on her stomach, sliding in the slight moisture on her skin. I was fully aware of where this was going, and made no effort to stop her, and when my fingertips encountered the soft down covering her pubic mound I heard myself say "Oh, god!"

Kori closed her eyes, and agreed with me - "Yes!" - and without any further urging from her, my hand slid over her mound, cupping her sex, the middle two fingers parting her lips and finding her slick, hot and aroused, swollen, and open.

She was right, she was definitely wetter in some places than in others.

There's something about the wonderful, aroused secretions produced by a woman's body that's different than anything else on earth, any other sensation. I don't know what it is about it. It's not like saliva, or semen, which are slippery and slimy, nor like water, or oil. There's a special viscosity, a slick creaminess that's just more needy, more female, seeming to coat and suck at whatever it touches, more like warm honey, or syrup, but without the stickiness. I really can't describe it adequately, but it's amazing, incredible, and men constantly crave the feel, the taste, and the scent of it. I'm sure you know exactly what I mean.

Completely lost momentarily in the feel of Kori's body, this body that had been tempting me for years, I let my two fingers enter her. She arched her back, pushing herself up and further onto my fingers, grasping them in her velvet tunnel, squeezing them together. She gasped out an almost inaudible "Ohhhh, yes!" as her body gripped my fingers.

I bent my fingers forward, pushing against the front of her tight tunnel, toward the back of her pubic bone, and she spasmed against my hand before settling back down across my lap, my fingers still slowly frigging her.

Looking up at me, her eyes dark with arousal, she asked "Are you planning to get me off this way?"

"Could I? Would that work?"

"Ohhh, it sure would, and quickly! But I really need something much larger inside of me. Please Adam, I need you to fuck me!"

Her saying that, so bluntly, was like a dash of cold water for me. I sudddenly realized what I was doing, and who I was doing it to, with her husband, my best friend, just above. I slowly slid my fingers out of her, slick with her juices, and she whimpered at the loss.

"Oh god, don't stop, please don't stop!"

"K, honey, I can't! It's just not right, and we're both pretty fucking drunk or we'd know that! Come on honey, get off me, we need to get busy on the clean-up stuff, we can't be doing this."

"Oh no Adam, come on, it's OK, I promise it is!"

"Kori, honey, no. I can't. We can't." I managed to extricate myself from under her, and rose to my knees and then my feet, holding my hands down to her to help her up. She looked up at me for a moment, then at my hands before taking them and allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. On the way up she freed one hand and cupped it to my groin, through my trunks, finding me hard and fully erect.

She leaned her head on my chest. "Why Adam? Why do you have to be this way? I can feel you, so hard. You know that you want to be inside of me as much as I want you to, so why do you keep resisting?"

She was slurring her words slightly, and I realized that in a less inebriated condition she would know exactly why, but I tried to explain. "Why do you think, honey? Because of Ronnie, and Kristi, and us for that matter! I'm not going to destroy your marriage and my friendship with Ron, and my relationship with Kristi is a little tenuous as it is. And it might turn you and me from great friends into something else, something less."

She looked at me a little sadly. "Or something more Adam, did you ever think of that?"

I hadn't considered that possibility. It seemed unlikely. She continued to squeeze and tug at my hard cock, still holding my hand with her other hand, and it felt good. I closed my eyes and let her touch me for a few moments, then pulled away. I raised my hand to rub my face, and the sweet scent of her arousal on my still moist fingers almost caused my resolve to crumble. I rushed past it.

"Come on hon', let's finish up here and go join Ronnie up top."

She stopped touching, reluctantly, and we moved to the kitchen area to wash up the dishes and put things away. I started to run hot water to wash the dishes as she closed up containers and stowed the food items, throwing away empties and a little bit of leftover salad.

She smacked me on the butt as she went behind me one time. "I don't give up that easy, just so you know. I'm still pretty sure you're going to cum tonight, whether it's in me, or on me, or in your pants - I will make it happen, you'll see. Remember, I owe you one from earlier."

I smiled at her, glad to see she wasn't too mad at or disappointed with me. "I'm willing to forgive the debt, we can consider it paid." I immersed my hands into the hot water and began scrubbing the dinner dishes. There weren't enough to bother with the dishwasher. She put her arms around me from behind, raising my shirt to press her warm breasts against my back. It felt good I have to admit, very good.

Her hands on my bare stomach, she said "Mmmm, that feels nice! And no, I always pay my debts, so I won't consider it paid until it is." Her hands slid down, dipping into my waistband, and I was about to grab her arms with my sudsy hands when she stopped on her own. I kept washing, and she kept holding me for a few more seconds. It did feel nice.

She finally stepped away and continued to clean up, occasionally bumping me intentionally as she passed behind me in the confined space. We were both seemingly a little lost in our own thoughts when she passed behind me again, when suddenly, without any warning, she grabbed the legs of my trunks and yanked them down to my ankles! It took me a second to realize what had happened, and that she had untied my drawstring while she'd had her fingers in my waistband moments before!

I tried to move, to recover, but quickly discovered that she had her foot firmly on the crotch of my trunks, pressing them to the floor, and that with my ankles so trapped I would topple like someone felling a tree if I tried to take a step. "Kori, come on! What are you doing, let me go!"

"Nope! I'm tired of being the only one naked around here, I think it's time you joined me. Give 'em up buster, step out, or I keep you trapped here."

I was keeping myself covered by pressing against the counter, the wood and formica cool against my naked abdomen and my three-quarter hard cock, and I realized there was no way I could possibly bend down to recover my pants. I was stuck! I reluctantly stepped out of my trunks, and Kori scooped them up and threw them across the room, where they struck the wall and slid down behind the loveseat. Great!

Kori stood alongside of me, laughing at me hugging the counter. "Wow, nice tush Adam! Who ever knew you had such a cute ass?" She was carressing my ass as she spoke, letting her fingers explore and touch me, and despite the fact that it tickled it actually felt pretty good. Still, I clenched up when she began to run her fingers down my ass crack.

She laughed. "What's the matter, are you afraid I'm going to stick a finger up your ass like you did to me this afternoon? Turnabout is fair play, you know."

"I know, but don't! Besides, you don't have any lotion, like I did."

"No, but I have cooking oil." She took the bottle of oil in one hand, the other still tickling my ass crack and the back of my thighs where I had them clamped together.

"Don't, Kori!"

She laughed again, teasing. "What's the matter, afraid I'm going to violate your virgin ass with my virgin olive oil? Spread your legs and I won't, I promise."

I was laughing now too, helpless, but overcome with the giggles at this ludicrous situation. "No, come on Kori, please?"

"Oooh, begging, I like that!" She bent down and nipped me, hard, on the ass! "Spread 'em!" Laughing.

"Ouch! No!" That earned me another nip. "Ow! Stop that!"

"It's that or the greasy finger of fate, your choice - unless you spread 'em." She made as if to pour oil in her hand, and I knew that if her hand, her fingers, were oily, I'd be unlikely to be able to stop her.

"OK, OK, uncle, you win, no greasy finger of fate, please!" I was laughing helplessly, out of control. She set down the bottle of oil.

"Spread 'em bub!"

I did, just a little. She slid her hand between, tickling my balls. "More, come on, spread 'em!"

"No!" Another nip "Ouch!"

I spread 'em, I caved, and she took me in her hands and began to stroke my now hard cock, my swollen balls, reaching between my legs from behind. And it felt incredibly good.

Now, I'm usually not one to make excuses for myself. In this regard, at least, I tend to be harder on myself than I am on others. Sure, I could blame it on the potent mix of alcohol, testosterone, and adrenalin that was pumping through my system at that moment, or on the bulging, bubbling sack full of aching testicles and sperm that seemed too swollen at that moment to fit between my legs, but the fact is I knew full well that this was my best friend's wife and my own dear friend Kori, and I went forward anyway.

I knew that I had decided to do my best to reconcile with Kristi, my one true love and the light of my life, and also a close friend of Ron and Kori, and yet I didn't stop Kori from touching me. I could have, of course, I'm much bigger and stronger than her, but I didn't, so whatever might come after would be on my shoulders. Even half-drunk and incredibly horny I think I realized and accepted that responsibility, and the damage it could cause, although I continued to feebly protest.

I closed my eyes and revelled in the feeling of Kori's slender fingers stroking me, fondling my balls in one hand as she slid her other hand up and down my hard shaft, which she kept trapped in a downward pointing position despite it's straining to point north. I looked down at her hand, not quite closing around my cock as she stroked me, watching as she concentrated her attention on the swollen, shining head of my penis, almost purple with arousal. It looked like she was rolling a large plum around in her palm, until her fingers came away shining and wet, sticky with pre-cum.

I pulled away and turned to face her, my cock, now freed from her grasp, rising to about fortyfive degrees above horizontal and spasming with arousal.

"Kori, honey, we can't go on, you..."

Before I could finish the sentence she bent forward and engulfed the head of my cock with her soft lips, suctioning and taking me deeper into her mouth. "Mmmm, nnngmmmm." She let me slip out of her mouth for a moment. " God, you're so huge! And you're leaking already, it tastes good. Are you going to cum in my mouth?" She again vacuumed me in.

"Uhhhh, oh, my god! Almost for sure if you don't quit soon. Ohh, K, you have to stop, Ronnie is right upstairs, this is just crazy!"

I think this was the point that I mostly stopped trying to say that this was wrong, it was a bad thing, that we shouldn't be doing it, etc, and began to be more concerned, and to express more concern, that we would be caught by her husband, my friend. That represents a major change in my thought patterns, in case you don't realize it.

This is also the point at which Kori let my rock hard cock slip out of her mouth and then grabbed my saliva slickened cock in her hand, using it as a convenient handle by which to lead me into the living room area and push me back onto the small sofa.

And this is also the point at which this story first began, when I introduced myself to you so very long ago as the slimeball that was about to be fucking his best friend's wife. Funny how nothing has really changed in all that time. I was completely despising myself for what I was doing, but it felt so damn good I couldn't seem to stop. And it seemed like this, between Kori and me, had been coming for so long!

As I fell backwards onto the sofa Kori's head dove into my lap and she began to suck my cock in earnest, no longer toying with me, moaning and breathing heavily as she worked on me. She seemed intent on driving me to orgasm as quickly as possible, as though she needed to feel and taste my cum spurting into her willing mouth. I was so aroused I was afraid I might drown her, having experienced this same degree of arousal with Kristi on some occasions and thus knowing that I would undoubtedly ejaculate copious amounts of semen when the time came. Which time would probably be very soon.

I continued to weakly object, knowing it was futile, and I opened my eyes in time to see the tit-shaped mountain that Ronnie had used as our landmark, much larger now, outside the windows, slipping by off our starboard side. No longer ahead of us! We were obviously in his targeted bay, close to our destination, and I heard the engine slow.

"Kori, stop! You have to stop, we're slowing down. Please!"

"Ummmp-umm!" She didn't stop, continuing to suck, continuing to moan with arousal. The engine slowed further, then cut off. The only sounds now were Kori's moaning, a quiet wet sound of her sucking my cock, and the more obvious wet sound of the water sliding under the hull, slowing, slowing.

They say in an emergency one's fight or flight instinct kicks in. With no place to flee to, and nobody to fight, my instinct seemed to manifest itself as a cum or go flaccid response. Go flaccid would have been best, but with Kori's hand locked firmly around the base of my penis, that was not physiologically possible, and as I heard Ronnie begin to lower the anchor from the aft deck my cock spasmed, my balls boiled over, and I began to empty my pent up flood into Kori's warm, waiting mouth.

I looked down in horror, watching my cock buck and spasm and seeing Kori's eyes go wide and her head jerk up as the first enormous spurt slammed into the back of her throat, then blink, eyes watering, as the second hit her. She tried to swallow, a natural reaction complicated by my cock in her mouth, and a small stream of white cum ran down her chin.

By the fourth spurt she gave up and backed off to swallow, and I continued to stare as the next gush came out of me, spattering across her flushed left cheek and her lips, some going into her nostril. The next one, still strong, hit her across the opposite cheek, just below her beautiful, lust-filled brown eyes, some going into her hair on that side, pearly white semen covering her face and running down, dripping onto her breasts.

I could hear myself groaning, gasping, the sprays of cum finally starting to diminish into smaller spurts, less forceful, then into a few weak drops popping just a few inches out of me, then down to a dribble, a string hanging from the tip of my cock before Kori leaned forward and took it onto her cum-coated tongue.

She looked up at me, licking her lips, her eyes sparkling. "Wow! I think you really needed that! My god Adam, I'm practically swimming in it!"

She was a mess, cum in her hair, all over her face, her throat, her tits and stomach. I could see the glistenig streams making their way down, gravity drawing them down to gather in her pubic curls before trickling across her aroused sex. I looked around, desperately, trying to find a towel or something to clean her up before Ronnie showed up.

Except he was already there. In the room. Standing on the bottom step, arms crossed, his face an unreadable mask. At first my brain refused to register him, still looking for a towel, but my eyes found their way back, to find him staring at me.

His voice low, menacing, he remained motionless. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"Ronnie, I'm sorry! It's my fault, I knew better, we just got carried away. Please, try to understand." My heart was either going to stop or explode, I didn't know which, and I was so fucking ashamed!

"Adam, I thought you were supposed to be my friend. I trusted you. I put my faith in you." Deadly calm.

There was no way to make this any better than it looked, my cock rapidly shrivelling in his wife's hands as my cum, still warm, coated her face and body, her own arousal evident in her flushed face, throat and chest, her swollen lips, her erect nipples. I wanted to just fall over the side and sink to the bottom of the lake. What had I done?? I felt entirely like the piece of shit that I knew I was.

Kori tried to interject. "Honey, you can't blame Adam! It's mostly my fault, I threw myself at him, I practically forced him."