Nereids Ch. 09

"Thank you very much," Susan said. As if by magic, she produced a pair of folded five dollar bills and gave them to the boys. It was an exorbitant tip, and they tried to give half of it back.

"You don't understand, Mrs. MacLean," Ryan said. "Our dad'll ground us if he thinks we're trying to take advantage..."

"Then split five dollars between you," Susan said evenly, "and put the other five in savings for your college fund. Will your father accept that?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Ryan said, beaming.

"Thank you again, ma'am," Reed said.

Still grinning, the boys ran down the dock, already planning what they'd buy with their money.

Beth looked at Susan with a widening smile.

"What?" Susan said, uncharacteristically abashed.

You're perfect, Beth thought. And I love everything about you.

With that, they began putting away the groceries, but Beth couldn't keep from stealing glances at Susan. For her part, Susan had turned nervous and a little klutzy. Beth smiled to herself—she'd been the same way when she'd first met David. She knew she'd fallen in love—

Her stomach dropped. Oh, my God! she thought. Could Susan possibly be...?

By the time the men returned with the wine and liquor, Beth had managed to convince herself that she'd been imagining things. Susan couldn't possibly be in love with her. She was being silly, and she knew it. But still, she'd seen the way Susan looked at her.

Stop it, she told herself sternly. Women do not fall in love with other women.

But you have, another part of her said.

For a moment she stood there and argued with herself. Susan was looking at her with a puzzled expression when Beth finally shook herself out of her trance.

"Sorry," she said, chagrinned. Then she looked into Susan's eyes and something within her snapped—she decided to be daring! "Faint heart never won fair lady," her father always said. Beth caught Susan's eye and nodded toward the front of the boat. C'mon, she said silently.

What? Susan asked with a look.

Beth raised her eyebrows expectantly. Trust me, she said.

In the main salon, Beth stripped off her sweater without explanation.

Susan's brow furrowed.

"Now that the guys are back," Beth said, "I thought we'd give 'em a bit of a show." She unclasped her bra.

Susan caught on immediately, and tugged her own sweater over her head.

Beth put her sweater on again, but reached up to tweak her nipples. She closed her eyes and imagined Susan's hands on her. Electric shivers ran through her as she caressed her breasts. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs, which made her smile ironically—she'd only meant to make her nipples hard.

Okay, she told herself wryly, maybe I overshot the mark. Aloud, she asked, "How do I look?"

Susan took her time. "Fantastic," she said at last. "How do I look?"

She was wearing a light pink cashmere sweater. It was thinner than Beth's white one, but not as tight. Still, her nipples stood out, and Beth's mouth watered at the thought of sucking them. She suppressed the urge and tried to compose herself.

"You look great," she said at last.

Susan's eyes twinkled mischievously.

"What?" Beth said.

"I was just thinking..."

What? she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"The guys are in for a real treat."

They're not the only ones, Beth silently agreed.

**

Later that night, Beth took off her clothes and folded them neatly. She'd brought a pajama top, although she didn't bother to put it on. She started to climb into her berth, but then thought better of it.

"David?" she said softly. She was horny, and she didn't care if Susan and Jack could hear.

"Yeah?" David said, his voice pitched low.

Instead of answering, she crossed the narrow salon. Clouds covered the moon, but enough light shone through the skylight above them. She knew she was silhouetted, and she paused a moment to let David see her nudity.

"Scoot over," she said quietly.

He did, and she joined him in the berth. She frowned when she felt his pajama bottoms. Undaunted, she caressed his flaccid penis through the fabric.

"I thought you weren't going to wear these anymore," she said.

"But..."

She half-clucked at him. "Susan and Jack are nudists," she said. "And I guess I've become a nudist over the past year. So I want a nudist husband."

"Sure, okay." He tugged off his pajamas.

Beth kissed his chest and then reached for his manhood. Her nipples hardened in anticipation, but she wanted to take her time. She stroked him gently, his dick growing in her hand.

She'd lost a couple of pounds in the past month, mostly from her hips and thighs. Her faded tan didn't hide the faint stretch marks, but she was happy with the way she looked. And now she wanted to show off.

She liked the way David and Jack's eyes had followed her braless breasts. She liked the way Susan's eyes had followed them as well. She was looking forward to reaching a warmer climate, where she and Susan could sunbathe nude.

"I like being a nudist," she said softly, speaking her thoughts aloud.

David nodded, content to let her talk as she stroked him.

"Susan was telling me about some of the camps out here. They sound fun. I want to go to one. With you, of course," she quickly added. "I also want to go to her father's camp. It sounds so relaxing."

David made a sound of agreement.

"I guess I like showing off," she continued, still saying whatever came to mind. "I like people looking at me. And... I want them to look at you too."

"Me?"

"Mmm hmm. I want them to see how lucky I am." She laughed softly. "I used to think that only men wanted beautiful wives on their arms."

"You want a beautiful wife?" he teased gently.

Ha! she thought. You don't know how close to the truth you really are. Aloud, she said, "No, it's not that. I want a handsome husband. In some ways, I'm like most women: I want a man who loves me and who treats me right. I want someone who makes me laugh and will hold me when I cry. I want someone who's a good father and a good provider." She kissed his chest.

"Sound like anyone you know?" she asked rhetorically. Then she turned serious again. "Call me shallow, though, but I want a man who looks good too."

"You're not shallow," he said.

"I know. I don't think I am, but still..." She chuckled at another thought. "Maybe that's why I want us to become nudists. I want other women to see what I get that they don't." She frowned at that. "I'm not mean-spirited, and I'm not very competitive, but I guess a part of me is a bit competitive. You're mine, after all."

But I wouldn't mind sharing, she added silently, with the right woman.

She chuckled again, low and throaty. "And I want other women to see that you've got a big dick."

"What?"

"Yes," she said, almost defiantly, "you heard me. I want to show off your body. I want other women to look at your dick and think, 'Wow, she gets that every night?'"

"You're kidding, right?"

She shook her head. "Men want women with big tits. Why? To play with, sure, but they also want 'em to make other men jealous."

He started to say something, but kept silent.

"See," she said, taking his silence for agreement. "So why shouldn't I be the same way? I want to make other women jealous." She paused, equivocating. "Okay, maybe not jealous, but I definitely want them to see how lucky I am. And a husband who's hung like a horse is part of that."

"I'm not hung like a horse."

"It sure feels like a horse from this end, baby," she said, half-teasing, half-serious. "But seriously, I like your dick." She squeezed the dick in question. "And I want to show you, stud."

He made a strangled sound.

"All right, maybe the stud comment was a bit much, but still... you understand what I'm talking about, right?"

He shrugged.

"You like my body, don't you?"

"You know I do."

"Would you like me as much if I had an A-cup?"

"Sweetheart, that's not fair. You know I love you f—"

"You love me for who I am," she interrupted, repeating the words he'd told her countless times. "But you sure are happy that I've got nice tits, aren't you? Don't think I don't know how you feel about them. You're a tit man, David Hughes, and you always have been."

"You got me," he said, a mix between chagrin and amusement.

"Well, maybe I'm a dick woman."

He snorted with soft laughter.

After a moment Beth did too. "Okay, that was stupid, but you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"And that's why I want to go to a nudist camp. I want other men to look at me and think what a lucky guy you are. But I also want the women to look at you and think how lucky I am."

"That's fair, I guess."

"You're darned right it's fair."

He chuckled. "What got you started thinking about this?"

She fell silent for a moment, searching for an answer. "I guess I'm really looking forward to the trip." She paused again. "I still feel a little guilty about leaving Paul and Erin, but I'll get over that as soon as we set sail."

He nodded and hugged her tighter.

"But I guess I started thinking about this because I don't want you to get upset."

"Upset? Why would I get upset?"

She shrugged. "I really, really want to show off my body, David," she said seriously. "And I don't want you to be jealous or overprotective or anything else."

"Why would I be? I know you love me. You do, don't you?"

"With all my heart." But what if I love someone else too? she wondered silently. Do I have enough room in my heart for two people? She knew she did. She loved Paul with all her heart, but she didn't feel any less love for him when Erin was born. Any mother would understand. But would David?

"Then why would I be jealous?" he asked, pulling her back to the conversation.

"You don't mind Jack looking at me?"

"Why should I? He's my best friend. I trust him not to make a move on you." After a moment: "And maybe it's like you said... I want him to look at you and think what a lucky guy I am."

"Besides," Beth added slyly, "you'll be looking at Susan."

"Not like that," he said, but his words didn't agree with his dick.

"Yes, you will," she chided softly. "And that's okay. She wants you to look."

He hesitated. "She does?"

"Mmm hmm. She's a bigger tease than I am. And she's been excited about this trip since we first started talking about it. She's too polite to come right out and tell me she thinks my husband is sexy, but I can tell. So look all you want."

"Really?"

"I don't mind. You said it best: I know you love me. Besides, if Susan and I want you guys to look, we can hardly complain when you do, now can we?"

"Stranger things have happened," David said dryly.

She laughed. "You're probably right, but not this time."

"Is that why Susan said what she did about Jack and me showering on deck?"

"Mmm hmm. She wants to see you." Beth felt herself grinning as David seemed to grow harder in her hand. "I've been telling her about your big dick for almost a year, and she wants to see for herself."

"Has she told you about Jack?" he asked after a moment.

Beth chose her words carefully: "Yes, but only in a roundabout way."

"'Roundabout'?"

"Well, we don't sit around and compare notes, like 'He has a big vein down the side, and this little sensitive spot behind his balls,' but yes, we talk about you. She knows you're well-endowed, and I know about Jack's dick." She fell silent, but then almost laughed when she felt David tensing, working up the courage to ask:

"He's not bigger than me, is he?"

She held her index fingers about six inches apart—well short of David's eight and a half—but hastily added, "I've never seen it, of course, but Susan told me."

"That's a pretty decent size," David said.

"Well, I don't have much experience with other dicks," she said, teasing him gently, "but yeah, I guess it's nice. I like yours better, though."

They fell silent for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Beth decided that she'd waited long enough. She wanted to taste David, and she wanted it now.

She kissed her way down his chest until she reached his navel. She circled it with her tongue, his belly trembling at the sensation. Then she scooted lower, until she could easily close her mouth around his dick.

She sucked him quietly for a few minutes, her lips moving smoothly over his shaft. He came quickly, but she wasn't surprised. She had been stroking him for a while, after all. She swallowed and then swallowed again, the heat of his semen filling her with a warm glow.

He didn't grow soft when his orgasm subsided. She stroked him gently, testing to see if his head was too sensitive. He didn't wince, so she straddled his hips and set his shaft at her opening. She sank onto him with a low groan, heedless of Susan and Jack.

Susan can fend for herself tonight, she thought with a wry grin. I've got my man. Who could ask for anything more?

"What're you grinning about?" David asked, his voice tight with concentration.

"Ira Gershwin," she said. "Or George. I don't know. Who cares? Shut up and fuck me."

David stifled a laugh. "You're the one who'd doing all the talking," he said, his hands on her hips as she began rocking.

She didn't argue. Instead, she bent over him, her hands on the pillow by his head. Her breasts swayed toward his face, and he rewarded her by capturing a nipple. He licked and sucked as she rode him. He liked it when she was on top, for that very reason.

That's because he's a tit man, she thought, grinning. Oh, God! And I'm a dick woman.

"Eat your heart out, Susan," she murmured.

David suddenly launched his hips up, impaling her with his dick.

His cock, Beth thought. His big, beautiful, thick, hard, pumping, spurting cock!

David released her nipple. She rose on her knees and he began thrusting into her, slamming upward so hard that she thought he'd bounce her off the bed. He didn't, and she cried out softly each time he buried himself inside her. He grunted with the effort, his face a mask of concentration.

Beth closed her eyes—she couldn't focus them anyway, not with David's pounding into her. Instead, she concentrated on the sensations in her pussy. Electric jolts of pleasure raced through her, leaving a tingling buzz in their wake. She felt her orgasm building, and heard herself panting between cries of "Yes... Yes... Yes."

She felt herself tense up, and then pleasure exploded deep in her belly. She felt him spurting within her, but her own orgasm nearly overwhelmed her.

When she finally came to her senses, she was sprawled atop him, and they were both panting. She tried to muster the energy to sit up, but couldn't. His dick was still buried deep inside her, and it was still as hard as when she'd first lowered herself onto it. She felt him pulse inside her and she closed her eyes.

"Oh, my God," she groaned.

**

"Oh, my God," Susan whispered.

Jack silently agreed.

"He was fucking the hell out of her."

Jack arched an eyebrow in surprise—Susan didn't normally use language like that.

"Did you hear?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.

"I think the people on the next dock might've heard."

"I'm serious, Jack. That was amazing."

"If you'd like, I can ask David to give you the same treatment."

She swatted him playfully. "Later," she said. "Once I've had a chance to talk to Beth."

"Better keep your voice down," he warned. "Remember, if we can hear them, they can hear us."

She nodded silently. Then she grinned, her expression turning mischievous. She reached for his erection and began stroking him. She'd been playing with him since David and Beth started fucking, but she'd been preoccupied listening to them.

Now she devoted her full attention to him. She pulled him between her legs and set his cock at her opening. Then she rubbed it over her slit, coating them both with her juices. He sank into her a moment later and she groaned. Her smooth labia spread around his shaft, as if holding him in place. She held him close when he bent forward to kiss her.

He began thrusting, his dick sliding smoothly within her. She was soaking wet after listening to the other couple. She'd wanted to open the cabin door and sneak a peek, but he hadn't let her. He wanted to be a swinger, not a Peeping Tom—he wouldn't spy on a friend and his wife.

"Fuck me, Jack," Susan murmured in his ear, her breath hot on his skin. The November evening had turned chilly, and her body felt good against his.

He moved inside her, his hips grinding against her with each thrust. She gripped his ass, and he began thrusting faster, his hips slapping into her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her dark nipples a blur in the faint light.

After several minutes, he pulled out and said, "Turn over."

She rose on hands and knees. He scooted forward, found her opening by touch, and sank into her. She groaned again, her back bowing with pleasure. He gripped her hips and began thrusting. They fucked like that for several minutes, sometimes going slow, sometimes fast. But the past days' exertions were finally catching up to him, and he couldn't keep it up much longer. So he pulled out and rolled to his back beside her.

She threw a leg over him and lowered herself onto his shaft. Then she began riding him, her breasts swaying in time with her hips. He cupped them, testing their weight. When he twisted her nipples, she gasped quietly.

"Are you thinking about David?" he asked, his voice pitched low. "Are you thinking about his cock inside you?"

Her nostrils flared as she shook her head.

He knew his wife, and he played a hunch. "Are you thinking about sucking him while you fuck me?"

Her eyes popped open and she looked guilty. "You... think... you're... so... clever...," she panted.

He nodded.

"Well... you're not."

"We'll see," he said softly. Then he rolled her onto her back and came to rest between her hips, sitting on his haunches. He aimed his shaft at her pussy and slid into her.

She groaned softly.

He began fucking her, taking long strokes and trying to watch her pussy. It was too dark, though, and he couldn't see more than vague shapes. So he gripped her hips and began thrusting for real.

He felt the familiar pressure in his balls, but he didn't want to come yet. He buried himself inside her and stopped moving. Then he sat back and began playing with her clit, rubbing it with his thumb. She was already worked up, and it didn't take her long to climax. She arched her back and shuddered, her pussy gushing around his shaft.

He began moving his hips while she was still in the throes of her orgasm. She pulled him close and held him as spasms filled her pussy. He fucked her for a few thrusts, but then felt the surging heat and pleasure of his own orgasm. He thrust once, hard, and groaned as he erupted.

**

"It sounds like we started something," Beth joked quietly, her head resting on David's shoulder.

"Mmm hmm." He was hard again, and she stroked him lightly, occasionally teasing his balls with her fingernails.

"Are you ready for round three?" she asked. "Or is this round two? Did those first orgasms count as two rounds, or one long one?" She almost felt him roll his eyes. She grinned. "I'm just trying to keep count."

"Has anyone told you you're insatiable?" he said.

"Not recently. Why?"

"No reason. I just thought you should know."

"If I admit that you're right, will you fuck me?" He liked it when she talked dirty. "Will you stick your big, hard cock in me? Or do you want me to suck you? You can hold my head and fuck my face. Then you can come wherever you want—in my pussy, down my throat, on my tits... anywhere."