Pandora's Box Pt. 08

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Kellie's time with Chris begins.
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Part 8 of the 8 part series

Updated 03/21/2024
Created 03/17/2022
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DarrenZ
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I gave them some time alone as their time was drawing to a close. Gary and Chris were sitting around already drinking beers. They had the float all set up but knew nothing was going to happen until Kellie and Steve had finished up.

"I didn't expect Kellie's shenanigans to derail our plans so completely, but I'm sure I won't be complaining tomorrow."

We all laughed at this. It was weird to consider that my wife's sexual exploits were such an open book and the focus for everyone on the trip. This was new and I was still processing it all. More than that, I was fairly convinced this wasn't going to be isolated to just this trip. I couldn't imagine the guys getting a taste of my hot wife and not wanting more.

I had visions of us hanging out like we do, watching ball games or playing my Xbox, and one (or more!) of the guys stepping away to sleep with Kellie. My wife entertaining the boys in her own way. The concept appealed to me. Thinking of my wife so hot that my friends wanted to be with her. Thinking about how dirty it was, her spreading her legs so willingly to be used by my friends. Considering that her pussy might always have some other guy's spunk inside. I loved her and should only want that for myself, but for some reason it just... felt right to think of her doing this.

It was easy to see how much she was enjoying it. Certainly Steve had enjoyed himself and I had little doubt the other guys would as well. I just couldn't see any negative to all of this.

The guys harassed me about my apparent zoning out as I was contemplating all of this. I just grinned sheepishly. They'd probably have been thrilled to know I was considering the free use future with my wife.

As if on cue, Kellie and Steve came out of the cabin hand in hand. I could tell that the time spent together had and impact on their relationship in a positive way. Steve wasn't so much possessive, but it was apparent he felt that he had some claim to her even if it was temporary.

"I feel like there should be some ceremony, like the changing of the guard, here," Gary said with humor but some measure of seriousness.

The boys laughed and Kellie just playfully rolled her eyes.

Steve pulled her in for one last kiss as "his girl." It was long, deep, and full of a lot of passion. I could easily assume she would want to spend more time as "his" beyond this trip. The other guys helped me out by groaning when it was going on too long. In truth, more than anything I had witnessed over the last 24 hours, this was the hardest to see, especially in front of the other two guys. I had to again consider we might be playing with some fire until she looked my way. There was such love there in her eyes for me. I still didn't think of Kellie as a slut, despite the experiences she'd had with Steve. I just thought of her as my wife whom I was proud of for her beauty, sexual stamina, and sense of adventure.

Steve handed me her hand, as if returning her ceremoniously. I couldn't resist kissing her myself, a brief reclaiming and reconnecting in front of the boys. I didn't milk it and neither did she in front of the guys; we had nothing to prove to them beyond that we were happily doing this together. I turned to Chris and presented Kellie's hand in turn. She was his girlfriend now, for the next 24 hours.

My slightly more shy friend, whom I couldn't recall dating too many other women as long as we'd known him, was positively beaming. While not quite a sullen guy, this expression of pure joy was definitely out of character for him.

Something triggered deep in me, some light warning signal in my gut. Did Chris have a thing for Kellie, like something deeper than a crush? I pushed the concern to the side as they giggled together at the awkwardness of the faux ceremony.

Kellie whispered something to him to which he nodded. My curiosity as to what was discussed was quickly alleviated as she announced, "I'm starving so we're going to grab our lunch and take it to the front of the boat as a kind of date. You cool if we have a little 'us' time?"

We all nodded in response. They grabbed a few pre-packaged sandwiches we'd prepared and some chips and headed forward with Kellie blowing me a little kiss and giving me a wink.

The rest of us had our lunch, Steve with quite a grin on.

"So you're not going to say anything?" Gary asked.

"What? I don't kiss and tell," Steve insisted, which made all three of us laugh cause that was exactly what Steve was known for.

"All right, all right. I'll just say that it lived up to my high expectations. Kellie is a truly remarkable woman with a body that doesn't quit. You know this, of course Brad, but we had a lot of fun."

"No doubt," I said. I was prideful which, circumstances what they were, felt a bit odd.

You think about a guy saying you are a lucky man in reference to your wife in normal circumstances, it's generally a superficial judgement just on looks or her personality with others. Steve was speaking from an immediate intimate knowledge. It was both a compliment and weird to think about the direct experience behind the statement.

"Ok, but, like, anything I should make sure not to miss when it's my turn?" Gary asked in a way I wasn't sure if he was serious or not.

"Dude!" Steve and I both said.

"What?! Blame a guy for wanting to make his most out of 24 hours in heaven?" he offered as a defense.

"I still don't get how it is Megan is ok with you being intimate with Kellie. Megan's got a killer body herself, pregnant now or not," Steve asked. It was certainly a question I was curious about as well.

"Well, for one, it's not like she's even showing much at this point although she's still going to be hot as hell when she is. For another, that's just between us. She has her reasons," Gary replied.

His being continually squirrelly about Megan's acceptance kept my interest piqued. If it hadn't been for Kellie speaking directly to Megan I'd have called "bullshit" long before now. Gary and Megan were a pretty intense couple. They were the type who'd be all like "I love you" and the other would answer back "I love you harder". I'd never heard any stories of them sharing with other couples but maybe that's not something you make a big deal about. Although Kellie did say that she was his hall pass so maybe it was just a limited wish fulfillment thing.

I was putting some of the lunch stuff away which drew me closer towards the front of the boat. I could hear them talking although I couldn't make out the words that they were saying. But the tone was what you'd expect from two old friends out on a first date: some familiarity while testing the waters of the new dynamic.

This whole interaction spun my head in a direction I hadn't considered before. While I had thought about Kellie potentially having hookups, likely at our house while they were otherwise visiting me/us, with the guys past the boat trip, I had never considered the possibility of her going on 'dates' with them. I mean, why would they? There was no need to wine and dine Kellie to get in her pants if that was already on the table. Would a date with one of our friends be somehow different than her and I having a night out together? Maybe like the sex she had with Steve it would be different enough to add variety to her sexual experiences, maybe a romantic date with one of them could be a similar thing for her?

Craziest thing was that these thoughts somehow gave me a very different feeling than thinking of her banging one of them. I knew each of them to be very loyal; time and again they each had opportunities to demonstrate this between all of us. No matter the situation, we stood by each other. I guess my point in all of this is who better to let my wife experience some extra-marital sexual fun safely than these fiercely loyal guys. But why, when I thought of her going out on dates, did I suddenly feel less sure.

Sexual compatibility between spouses is important but not, in the end, critical. Certainly there were many loving relationships where one or both of the partners were incapable of traditional intimacy. But the compatibility outside of the bedroom was the real thing that a marriage is based on. Do you like doing the same things, have similar senses of humor, or have the same goals in life? Is it possible that romantic evenings alone with another man could shine a light on things missing in our relationship, things that the other guy could offer Kellie better?

It was, for sure, a dark place my head went to but, even more perplexing, it stirred up an arousal that was weirdly more off putting.

We went about getting the float ready to go and they finished their 'date' and joined us. Surprisingly, they were up for a little float towing fun instead of making a beeline to the cabin. We let the 'couple' take first dibs. Gary piloted with Steve and I on lookout duty, scanning for other boats and keeping an eye for if either of them got bounced off.

As we got going I noticed they were holding hands instead of hold both of their hand holds. If they were to flip off, they were going together. Kellie smiled at me and I was lit. That woman is by far the only one to ever catch my eye so completely. It makes so little sense to want to share her, but here we were deep into with my three closest friends.

The float pull was pretty uneventful. Gary's big boat wasn't one built for speed and they just got a good bumpy ride. Kellie did have a tit come loose from her bikini top, which all the guys loved. Gary had to stop the boat so he wouldn't make a dumb mistake and cause an accident. Kellie was laughing pretty hysterically about it, so much so it delayed her fixing her top and a boat went by us and the two guys in it did the whole pull-down-your-sunglasses-so-you-can-see-more-clearly bit. Which, ofc course, started a new round of laughter from us all.

She finally fixed her top to the groan of all the guys, myself included, and the climbed up the ladder to get in the boat.

"You'd think with everything going on a simple accidental tit flash wouldn't be that big of a deal," she joked.

"Maybe you should just consider losing the top?" Steve suggested with a smirk.

"I'm sorry but you lose a vote in the matter. I'm Chris's girlfriend today. It's up to him," she smiled towards Chris.

Still wearing a largely uncharacteristic grin, Chris said, "I'm good with you going topless today."

I genuinely think that Kellie was a little shocked that Chris called her bluff. You could see it on her face.

"Well, okay. I'm up for it. But none of you other guys better get any ideas that means you can do anything but look. You included, mister," she said, speaking directly to me at the end.

Kellie untied her top and let her lovely breasts free.

"Fuck. I will never get tired of seeing your bare tits, Kel. Fucking perfect," Steve said.

"Hey there. Watch what you say about my girl," Chris teased him.

So that's how the rest of the afternoon went. Kellie walking around or laying out on the deck with no top. Gary's boat was generally larger than most we encountered but there were a few people on passing boats that caught a glimpse of her. The guys all had perpetual grins and made obviously unnecessary trips past wherever she was as frequently as possible. After a while it seemed so silly but then I also had to recognize that I was used to seeing her bare breasted and these guys had nearly a decade of pent up interest. And, again, it might sound like I'm bragging but she does have an extraordinary pair.

It was nearly dinner time when it occurred to me that Chris still hadn't gotten Kellie to go down in the cabin with him. They were still just hanging out and chatting. They knew each other for years but never really had deep conversations. I guess who does with their friend's girlfriends/wives. I certainly had never had such talks with Megan. So, to Chris, talking with Kellie this way, albeit with her top off, seemed to be what he wanted out of his time with her.

We all prepped dinner together and Kellie, committed to the bit, kept her top off. The guys were for the most part respectful but there were plenty of lingering looks. We ate dinner on the back deck together and after we were done, I offered to do cleanup so Kellie and Chris could continue their time without interruption. It was then that a whispered exchange finally led them to get up and head towards the lower deck.

Kellie came up to me and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek before she asked in a low tone, "Would you mind sitting out tonight? I think Chris is uncomfortable with the thought of you watching. You could always peek in through the porthole but don't be obvious, okay?"

I nodded. This request wasn't against any rules or specific plans, but I had always considered getting to watch was part of my reward for agreeing to all of this. Being denied, even in such a reasonable way, was kind of angst inducing. I had zero fear of losing Kellie it was just... a barrier I didn't expect. I know some guys might feel like this was going too far or not cool and I promise I never felt that way about it. It was more like a tickle of something I hadn't expected to feel and I found I didn't hate it. It actually got me aroused in a way that even her bawdy time with Steve hadn't.

I kept myself busy doing the dinner cleanup. Gary anchored the boat and Steve and him made their way to shore to set up their tents for the evening. I was purposely delaying taking a peek, wanting to let my imagination of what they were up to consume me a bit. Again, this was not a bad thing to me. Maybe it was the Hitchcockian principle at work: "There is no terror in the bang, only in the anticipation of it."

I had almost decided to completely give them their space for the night but I was too weak. I had to at least have a glance.

I went over to the porthole and creeped up to it, hopeful I wouldn't give myself away and effect the lighting in the room. I wasn't too shocked by what I saw but it did have an emotional impact on me regardless: Chris was on top of Kellie in the missionary position. They were moving at a slow steady pace against each other, embraced in a deep kiss the whole time. Unlike Steve's adventurous, position-changing hard fucking, Kellie and Chris were making love. It made sense in what I had witnessed between them and Chris's nature. Nevertheless, it was much more difficult to enjoy in the way I did when she was playing with Steve.

I watched longer than I planned to, longer than Kellie had suggested I do. But I couldn't turn away. I was drawn in. She knew I would likely look in at some point; she told me to do it. But it definitely felt like she was drawn into the moment and the intimacy that obviously Chris longed for with her.

When they would break their kissing, he would run his fingers through her hair and gaze into her eyes, all while continuing the slow penetration they were both enjoying. Her hands would run along his back and grasp his ass, pulling him deeper into her on an in thrust. I had missed whatever exploring they had done to lead them up to this, so I missed any fumbling and figuring out what worked between them. I was just getting to see the well worked out result and it looked like they had been lovers for a long time.

Could I handle Kellie having an intimate relationship with another man, one that went beyond simple physical connection? In that moment I both feared the idea of that and got aroused by it. Sharing more than just her body. It had an attraction to me that was inexplicable.

I knew the Kellie was enjoying herself and it was obvious Chris was as well. That knowledge gave me a level of contentment, two people I cared about enjoying sexual pleasure together. It was clearly one of the elements that most drew me to this experiment, far more so than if Kellie was with some random guy. The fact that Chris and Kellie seemed to be connecting at a different level, especially outside of any "performance" for my benefit, had me with a really strong erection. I couldn't resist the urge, so I pulled my swim trunks down and, right there on the side of the boat, began jerking off. There was a desire on my part to hold off and cum along with them, but there was also the concern I'd be spotted, even in the dark, whacking off. So, I went for it. I needed it.

Kellie reached up and caressed Chris's face and pulled him in for another deep kiss and I came. I blasted my load on the side of boat. As my spunk oozed down the wall, I felt a pit in my stomach as they continued moving in unison. I know now that others into this kind of thing talk about "post-nut clarity" and the rush of angst that the relief of arousal brings and I was deep in it. I didn't cry or anything, but a doubt I hadn't previously faced during any of this game we were playing hit me square on and I couldn't take it anymore.

I left the port hole and went to the back deck and crashed on the cushions, falling asleep quickly afterwards.

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Oatmeal1969Oatmeal1969about 1 month ago

My personal fresh hot-take is... the story has lost steam since they got on the boat. Admittedly, you're walking a tight rope with this denial/cuckold/free-use storyline and my "cheating" line is probably easier to cross than most readers.

I'm seeing Kellie as selfish and addicted to this premise to the point that she's ignoring/dismissing her husband and ruining her marriage.

Kellie says this is all for him but I'm seeing it differently, her priorities are all on herself and her lover. (First time with another man was done privately, faux-date with Chris, night with Chris done in private because he wasn't comfortable with the husband watching.) If this is all for Brad, then he should have a say. The consent should be spoken and/or acknowledged clearly.

There hasn't been enough shared adventure here, it's mostly her checking in on him between rides at the amusement park. To me, it's weakened her character to the point that I'd prefer to see this story go from cuck/voyeur to redemption and reconciliation. yes, it's that close to a BTB setup for me.

Brad, feeling dismissed, realizes he's not ready for this and it was a mistake. While everyone is asleep, he docks the boat and leaves. Kellie has to realize her mistakes, redeem herself and find a way to save her marriage.

Hurdles could include, Brad cutting ties and/or moving away (all options open), Brad confronting her on the boat (ending friendships and possibly the marriage), after realizing he's left, she stays on the boat to give Gary his 24 hours (prioritizes lovers again, ending the marriage), her getting pregnant (ending any hope of reconciliation) or her not accepting blame for the pain she's caused Brad (need that realization to happen for there to be any hope of reconciliation).

Qwer12Qwer12about 1 month ago

Another fun chapter with some tension and lots of possible ways for future fun. Rock this hot lady on. Cheers

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