Pandora's Box Pt. 05

The boys arrived in Gary's van to take us to the boat. They were pretty obvious about their appreciation of Kellie's outfit choice. She wore a floral string bikini under a tiny pair of boy shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with big scooping openings on the sides giving glimpses of the bikini top underneath. On her head she wore a stylish floppy hat and big movie star sunglasses.

I couldn't help but notice that all of the guys' looks lingered on Kellie for longer than would be thought of as appropriate. All the teasing and of course the revealing photos made her a top subject of their lustful thoughts.

After loading up our gear, we hopped in. Kellie squeezed in the back seat between Steve and me. Chris was in the passenger seat up front with Gary. We only had an hour car ride to our launch.

We had the typical talk about basketball, music, our plans for the week; typical guy stuff. Kellie is always a good sport in those conversations. She can keep up well and contribute. It was one of the reasons I didn't think it would be a problem for her to be the only girl along with us.

Of course, there was another reason why I was glad she was with us. And to my delight, it seemed that she was already starting in. I looked over and noticed that she was rubbing her left thigh on Steve's.

I looked closer and saw she had pulled her bikini top off of her left tit, letting Steve get an eyeful through her open t-shirt. She turned and grinned at me.

He had a grin on his face when he made eye contact with me. I smiled back knowingly which seemed to give him the green light. He stealthily used his left hand to touch her side and slide his hand up to Kellie's exposed tit.

Kellie was biting her lower lip to keep herself from moaning. I could see her breathing getting heavier. There had been a lull the in conversation and one of Gary's favorite songs had come on the radio connected to a playlist on his phone so he turned it up.

Steve got bolder and concentrated his ministrations on her nipple. Kellie used her left hand to steady herself by putting it on Steve's right thigh. Her eyes got big when her hand made contact with his package.

Kellie leaned over and whispered in Steve's ear. I couldn't make out exactly what she said, but I heard the phrases "naughty boy" and "don't stop".

Kellie's nipples are very sensitive so I knew she was going to have a hard time managing to stay quiet. She glanced over to me and the look in her eyes told me everything. She was both very aroused and nervous at the same time. Steve was probably a little bit more aggressive than she expected. I wasn't too worried. In fact, I was quite amused at her predicament. And then I had a naughty idea myself.

After she turned back to Steve, I'm sure giving him a "what do you think you're doing you naughty boy" look, I reached into the side of her open shirt, slipped her top off of her other tit, and began rubbing her right nipple. Her head whipped around and there was visible shock on her face. That shocked look gave way to a smile of pleasure.

She grabbed my left thigh and gripped hard as we both teased her. She was looking towards the front, concerned about what Chris and Gary might be able to see. They were deep in a conversation and Gary was keeping his eyes on the road, so it seemed safe.

She looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, then she turned to Steve and kissed him. It was quick but it was more than a peck. She whispered something in his ear that I couldn't hear. Steve look across at me with wide eyes.

"Really?" he asked quietly to both of us.

I didn't know what she told him so I couldn't reply.

Kellie leaned in and whispered to me, "I told him I wasn't going to sleep with you again until after I slept with him."

"Oh, god," I said, a bit too loudly.

"What's that Brad?" Gary asked from the front of the car.

I panicked. "Ummm, just realized I left my toothbrush. It's ok. I'll make due."

"Uh, ok, dude," Gary replied with a heavy tone of skepticism.

I turned back to see Kellie and Steve grinning stupidly at me. Their shared joke at my expense was humiliating and made me feel like a third wheel. But something about it felt... arousing.

Kellie whispered into Steve's ear again. His smile betrayed the topic of their shared conversation.

She began fumbling with her shorts which I assumed was unbuttoning and unzipping them. Then she took Steve's right hand and slipped it into her panties and covered with the bottom of her shirt. She gasped slightly, his fingers obviously reaching their intended destination.

"Oh, babe. Another man's fingers are in my pussy. How does that make you feel?" she whispered to me and moaned in my ear. She was taking this hotwife/cuckolding thing seriously.

Fortunately, Gary and Chris remained oblivious as to what was going on but I found myself anxious that wouldn't last. She grabbed my arm and squeezed my bicep pretty hard.

"Christ, Steve certainly knows his way around a pussy. I'm not going to be able to...ahhh...stay quiet much longer if he...oooooo...keeps...keeps this up," she moaned in my ear. "Are you prepared for all your...aaaa... your friends to know I'm...ooo-open for... stuff? They're alllll goooing to know I...I'm cucking you. Is that... is that what you w-want?"

This was decision time. Last chance to back out. Did I want to? The idea of sharing Kellie with all of my friends, guys we had known and hung out with for years, was hot. But there would be no going back. It would fundamentally change our relationship. I still couldn't get over the thought of Gary's wife giving him a hall pass to be with Kellie. That she claimed it had been in defined for years really blew my mind. But with that, all of my friends were free to fuck my wife. My Kellie. The idea of them fucking her, potentially becoming something that could happen with some frequency, was too intoxicating. This desire I had never known before was now the thing I wanted more than anything else. It didn't make any sense but felt inevitable.

"Yes," I replied softly.

"What was that?" Kellie asked, slightly louder than previously.

"It's what I want," I said, matching her volume.

"Oooooohhhh, that's good, Steve," she said in a regular volume.

I saw both Gary whip his head up to look in the rear view mirror and Chris turn his head over his shoulder.

"Oh boys, aren't you going to be jealous when you realize what Steve is doing to me....oooooohhh, yes... while you've been arguing about sports up there. He's got two fingers in me up to the second knuckle as his thumb is rubbing my throbbing clit while Bradley is just watching it all....aaaaahhhh... happen."

I felt Gary have to adjust the steering of the truck as he caught himself staring too long at what was happening in his backseat.

"Christ, Kellie, you're going to get me to crash into another car. Are you for real?" Gary asked her clearly not believing what he was hearing.

"Oooooh, yeah. Uuuuhhhh... Brad has decided to... mmmmm... to...to let you boys have a little fun with me on this trip and Steve was a bit of a...of an eager beaver... Oh, shit, yes."

Chris just stared at her crotch as he could tell Steve's hand was buried there. Gary was more vocal as he was trying hard to keep his eyes on the road.

"Kellie, no fucking around... seriously?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh yes, Gary. Your boy Bradley told me all about....uuuuhhhh...you boys seeing my old picture and I know all about what he's been.....oooooo, fuck Steve... what he's been sharing with you. We're both so...turned on by it all... don't stop, Stevie. Right fucking there. I told... I told Brad that I wouldn't fuck him again until each of you... until each of you has fucked me."

"Oh my god," Gary said.

By that point she had let go of me and held onto Steve's arm. As she was about to orgasm from his fingering, she kissed him passionately on his lips again and began moaning into his mouth.

Chris's eyes were practically bulging out of his head and Gary was torn between keeping his eyes on the road and glancing into the rear view mirror to see what he could in brief flashes.

"Oh, wow that was fantastic, Steve," my wife said after she came down from her orgasm. He just grinned back at her, proud of what he had accomplished.

"Is that true, Brad? You're gonna let us fuck Kellie?" Gary asked from the driver's seat, still not believing what was going on. I admit that even I, knowing what she had planned, found this all surreal.

"Yeah... why not?" I responded to him trying my best to project an attitude of it being no big deal.

"You know, Megan has given me a 'hall pass' in case this ever came up," he stated as a matter of fact.

"Yeah. She told Kellie that you've apparently had that for some time..." I replied to him while thinking to myself that the question of how that came to be would be something I'd hope to hear more about later.

Meanwhile, while we had been talking, Kellie had gone back to kissing Steve and I saw her hand rubbing his crotch. She broke the kiss without removing her hand from his tenting pants to turn to me.

"I'm going to blow your friend in the backseat of this van, Brad. That's ok with you, right?"

"Yeah," I replied in a croak. My mouth was very dry so finding my words was getting harder to do.

Chris looked away; I guessed that he didn't want to inadvertently see Steve's dick. Gary kept his eyes on the road but had cut off the radio completely by this point so that he could hear better what was happening.

I should clarify that I have an above average dick. Probably about 7 inches long when fully hard but not thick. I had never seen my friends' equipment other than brief glances in locker rooms and in all cases they've not been erect. I did know that Chris and Steve were pretty comparable in size to me when soft although Chris was uncircumcised. Gary was another matter. Gary was hung like a horse so thinking about him being with her was a bit concerning, but I didn't worry too much, assuming him to be more of a "shower" than a "grower".

But there, in the back of Gary's van, I was about to see Kellie take out Steve's already engorged cock and I found myself unable to look away.

She finished fishing it out, not without some difficulty, and I saw it. It was about the same length as mine, but it curved a bit up at the end and his head looked bigger with a more pronounced drop off from the glans to the shaft.

"Mmmmm, nice cock Steve," my wife said aloud in the van for all to hear, her hand wrapped around our friend's hardon.

I saw that neither of the guys were unable to resist sneaking a glance back after Kellie's comment. After what she revealed moments before this, I'm sure the realization that she'd be comparing each of our dicks in short order was hitting them as well.

She gave me a sideward glance as she leaned down to take Steve in her mouth, a smile in the corner of her lips. She was enjoying this from a few angles. It wasn't lost on me that she'd be enjoying sex with someone other than me for the first time in many years. But, after our conversations and her teasing, it was apparent that the aspect of "cuckolding" me was also a draw for her. It seemed a little masochistic, not an attribute I'd have ever thought to ascribe to my loving wife before all of this. But more bizarre to me than even my wife's odd turn was my own excitement for it. She had boldly stated her plans in this moving vehicle, offering me nowhere to hide. As I sat reeling in that feeling of awkwardness, an embarrassing kink revealed boldly to my closest friends, a flush raised on my face and threatened to engulf my whole body. Yet despite it all, I was more turned on than I had ever been. My desire for my hot wife had never been higher.

Seeing Kellie take his cock in her mouth was amazing, but the sounds produced amped up the whole experience for me. She was putting on a show not just for me, but for the other guys in the car. She was embracing her inner slut. The transformation was noticeable to me. For all the others knew, this could have been who she was behind closed doors with me. But this was something else. She was becoming someone else.

She continued slathering over Steve's dick and the smacking of her tongue and lips filled the interior of the van.

"Oh wow, I had forgotten how good it feels to have a strange cock in my mouth," she said between sucking on him.

Steve groaned as she continued the blow job, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

"Tell them how it feels, Steve," she said while taking another pause before she continued her assault on his member.

"Oooh, shit, guys. This is the best blow job I have EVER gotten. Christ, Kellie, so good..." he said emphatically.

I felt a wave of pride wash over me as my friend and former roommate bragged about my wife's oral skills. This was certainly an unexpected result of this thing we were doing. I guess it had all started from pride in the reaction to seeing my wife's exposed body, but the idea that her performing sexual acts would instead make her even more desirable in their eyes as they would know firsthand what she was capable of was mind blowing.

It went against traditional views that a wife's sexual experiences were supposed to belong just to her husband. No one else but maybe her exes should know her intimately. From that viewpoint, I should be humiliated by the fact that my friend now had his cock in her mouth and my other friends witnessing it would likely know that feeling themselves before too long. While I felt some of that, the mixture of pride and voyeurism were much stronger. I had a lingering fear that one of them, especially well-hung Gary, would be better sexually than me but the idea that she would receive something pleasurable that I couldn't deliver somehow sated that fear. It would be worth it to me to feel... inferior to whichever one if it meant she got off in ways I hadn't yet been able to deliver, might not ever be able to deliver.

She hadn't let up and Steve's loud moans made it obvious to the rest of us that he was thoroughly enjoying her ministrations.

"Oh fuck, Kellie. I'm going to cum!" he announced loudly. He was being thoughtful in case she didn't want to take his load in her mouth.

But not my Kellie. She redoubled her efforts as she has often done with me and held on when he began blasting the back of her throat with his semen.

"Uuugghhhh... oh my god! Fuck me she's taking it all," he cried out. The guys in the front seats moaned along with him, the eroticism of the moment being too much for them.

She leaned up when he was finished and wiped the sides of her mouth, pushing stray dribbles back between her lips. She demonstrably gave one final, slightly exaggerated, swallow to complete the act.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff," my slutty wife said out loud.

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The ride didn't last much longer, sparing us of any extended awkwardness. Steve had fixed himself and was unabashedly admiring Kellie, his hand still caressing her bare leg in appreciation and attraction. There's something very different about how a man interacts with a woman he has been intimate with than one he hasn't. An air of confidence and a level of familiarity not otherwise displayed. Some would suggest a possessiveness, projecting ownership in a way. Steve had experienced oral sex from my wife and had been told he'd get to fuck her before it was all over and done with. She was open to him sexually in a way she hadn't been before, so it wasn't unearned. I was finding that I was aroused by that feeling. I wanted him to "own" her in a way. The idea that all of them would get to share her, to take a part of her from me was... intoxicating.

We arrived at the marina and quickly got focused on moving our gear from the van to Gary's boat. The dock hands had moved it out of storage and performed some light preparation work for him, so the work we had to do wasn't too demanding. The glances Kellie had been receiving before we left were nothing compared to how they were looking at her that afternoon on the boat. Each of my friends knew she was available. I even caught a glimpse of Steve giving her ass a squeeze followed by her giving him a quick peck thinking they were unobserved.

Before too long, we were underway on the boat heading down river. I didn't know a whole lot about the specifics of our travels- we had done pretty much the same trip more than a few times but it was Gary's boat and he managed the details enough that we were able to enjoy ourselves with little but a few moments of relief for him to take a break.

The boat was a decent sized Bayliner with one small cabin. We typically had planned stops along the way where the rest of us could setup camp without trespassing while Gary would sleep in the cabin to protect the boat. On occasion, one or more of us would pass out on the deck and not end up sleeping on the shore.

We had made our way downstream and I had helped Kellie prep some lunch in the small galley below deck. This gave us the opportunity to speak privately for the first time since the morning's events.

"Are you still ok with this, honey?" she asked tentatively and bit her lower lip. She looked at me with "doe eyes" and I knew she was a little nervous about what I'd say.

"Oh babe, I'm doing fine. My stomach is doing loops, but in a good way."

"Whew, ok... good. I was a little nervous. I know I kind of sprung that on you, but after he started glancing at my side boob I got so turned on. I planned on keeping what we were doing on the 'downlow' but once his fingers were inside of me I knew I couldn't keep it quiet. I figured, 'what they hey, might as well let the cat out of the bag' so to say."

I nodded. I wasn't sure if there would have been any easier way to announce to some friends that my wife was up to fuck. "It's ok. It's fine. It was really hot."

"Oh my god, yeah. It was exciting what was happening, but the fact that you could see and the other two knew what was going on was sooooo hot. I love you so much for allowing me to feel that. I'm getting wet just thinking about it again."

This caused me to moan.

"You fucking love me being slutty, don't you?" she asked with a knowing look in her eyes.

"Yes."

"You going to witness me fuck each of your friends before this week is out."

"I know. Steve is already acting differently around you. Like he has some claim to you."

"He does, honey. His dick was in my mouth. No matter what happens between us in the future, he'll always have had his dick in my mouth while you sat and watched."

"Oh god."

"That turns you on so much, doesn't it?" she asked while confirming this by grasping my crotch to feel my hardening dick. "Yeah, it does. God, Brad, I love that your turned on by it. I'm going to tell them that this trip is it, that only on this boat this week will they get to have me. But to be honest, the idea that they might get to be with me after this, in our home or theirs, has got me really hot. Would you want that? Would you want them to have claim over my sex even after this week?"

I swallowed hard. "The idea is hot. I can't deny that. But I am a little worried what that would be like. I'm not saying no at all... just saying I'd like to get through this week before agreeing to that."

She nodded vigorously. She loved me and I knew she would only do what I was comfortable with.

"Absolutely. Who knows, maybe it will be too much for me as well... but, oh my, the thought is..."

"-hot as shit," I finished for her.

Now it was her turn to swallow hard. "Yes. Can you imagine one of them coming over and just taking me to our room and fucking the crap out of me on just a normal night at home?"

"Yesss," I moaned along with her.

She shook herself out of her state and put the finishing touches on our sandwiches. "Ok, now we'll go up and set some ground rules with the guys. Is there anything you want me to include?"