Pirates Cove

Just hearing him say that had me a little nuts too. Admittedly. Finally finding some confidence, I replaced my foot, my cock now sitting up just as proudly and as stiff as Jim's was. I was surprised at myself when I actually reached down, and began fondling it, just a little at first, as Jim sat next to me, no bones about it...simply jerking himself off. Before I knew it...I was too.

Several minutes later, sitting there listening to the slap of his fist going up and down, the squishy lubrication he was milking out of his prick in order to better stimulate himself with, he soon groaned, pointed his rigidly hard prick out in front of himself, and let fly! I sat there watching in amazement, streamer after streamer of his spunk spurting out the head of his cock, landing somewhere off in the sand in front of him. Suddenly, I felt my own delicious climax begin, and then I too was bending my prick forward, squirting out my own nicely hard felt squirts of spunk off into the sand.

"Ah yes...nothing better than a nice hard wank beneath the stars, sitting on a beach thinking about those two gorgeous wives of ours now is there? Well...three actually, he added with a snicker."

For once, I couldn't disagree with him.

It was only minutes after that that the girls came back carrying a fresh pitcher of margaritas. The fact I was still sitting there with a partial erection, having not quite calmed down from my very recent orgasm didn't go unnoticed. Handing me a fresh drink, Penny looked down, and then over at Jim. He too still had a bit of a stiff dick as he sat there.

"So, what have the two of you been thinking about?" Penny asked us both teasingly.

"Well the two of you of course," Jim answered for us both. "In fact...we just enjoyed a nice little wank together while we were sitting here. In fact, watch your step if you're squeamish about such things, but I think our cum is sitting somewhere in the sand pretty close to where you're currently standing!"

Stacy giggled looking down, as did my wife momentarily, but she quickly looked up towards me. "You mean to tell me the two of you actually sat here and jerked off?"

I was somewhat glad for the surrounding darkness, I could actually feel my face turning beet red, and couldn't help but wonder what Penny might think of this unexpected revelation.

"We did!" Jim announced proudly without any reservation whatsoever. "It felt pretty good too...especially out here beneath the stars. Though to be honest, I'm a little surprised that Jack did as well, though I'm glad to see he's a bit more open-minded than I would have thought."

"That...makes two of us," Penny said, though her surprised look had turned into what I'd always called her sultry-horny one. It was obvious, the thought of me actually doing that while sitting there next to Jim as I did, had turned her on.

The girls soon settled their chairs opposite from where Jim and I were sitting on the other side of the small fire. We all sat looking at one another, sipping our drinks when Penny finally spoke having just finished her third one.

"One more of these, and I might do what the two of you did earlier," she said giggling. "I'm still horny just thinking about that!"

I was about to suggest that maybe we take it inside in order to take care of that when Stacy spoke up. After she did, I was damn glad I had kept my mouth closed.

"I'd be more than happy to lend you a hand if you'd prefer that," Stacy said easily looking over towards my wife. Stacy sat looking at me across the fire, and then smiled.

"I bet you'd love seeing that wouldn't you honey?" she said slurring her words a little.

The truth was, Penny could drink me under the table. And even though she'd had one more drink than I'd had, I was far from being tipsy, so I couldn't help but wonder if she was using the excuse in being a little intoxicated to bolster her courage...or her nerves.

"He's even told me about his little fantasy of seeing two women together, haven't you darling?" she asked, still sounding more drunk than I'd ever heard her sound like before. She then looked over at Stacy, grinned...and said, "Why not?"

I couldn't believe my eyes, or my sudden good fortune. Without needing to be asked twice, Stacy reached over, her hand immediately going down into my wife's lap as she spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Jim and I now both watched as his wife, sat there fingering mine, as Penny looked on, her eyes suddenly wild and glassy, her breathing suddenly escalating as Stacy continued fingering her. But the best...and even more unexpected was yet to come!

"Fuck this!" Stacy suddenly exclaimed, and then before anyone really knew what she was doing, she slid out of her chair, onto her knees and then buried her face between my wife's thighs.

"Nice one!" Jim laughed. I knew without needing to look, though I soon after did, that Jim was in fact, once again stroking himself. I was too blown away to do anything at the moment but sit there and stare at my wife as Stacy knelt there before her, actually going down on her. Something I would never have in a million years ever thought she would do. I think at first Penny was a bit surprised by it as well, but the sensation and suddenness of Stacy's act had taken her completely off guard. By the time she could have, or might have reacted to the sudden turn of events, she'd decided otherwise. Whatever Stacy was doing to her, felt too good to ignore or pretend she wasn't enjoying. Especially when I'd neglected to perform that particular little act on her myself earlier when we were alone.

Penny always came hard when I ate her. She'd once told me, as much as she enjoyed intercourse, and had always had nice very satisfying little orgasms whenever we did, it was when I ate her out, sucked her clit, and pulled on her nipples simultaneously with my fingers which got her off the hardest. I'd seen that look in her face before, I knew without any doubt whatsoever, she was already hovering on the edge of what I knew was going to be a very, very intense orgasm.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she began crying out over and over. Seconds after that, she lurched up, humping her cunt hard against Stacy's face as she slipped her hands beneath my wife's ass, holding and keeping her there as she began sucking my wife's clit for all she was worth. Penny came in a rush of release, her cry of delight actually splitting the night air, suddenly reminding me as she did so, that our other friends were somewhere out there as well. At the moment however, I could have cared less, I was beating my meat just as hard as Jim was, watching my wife slowly spiral back down from the pleasured release she'd just been given by the mouth and tongue of her very dear friend.

I think she was a little embarrassed that she'd allowed that to happen, though she covered up her nervousness and uncertainty in having done it, by offering to now return the favor to Stacy.

"I'd love that," she told her, "very much so. But..."

"But?"

"Yeah, but...at the moment, you've maybe had a bit too much to drink, and perhaps you need to sober up just a little more, think about it before committing yourself in doing that. Like I said, as much as I'd love to feel your mouth and tongue on me, I'd rather you did it with an unclouded conscience," Stacy told her warmly. She stood up then walking behind my wife, leaning over from behind her and then kissing her, one hand coming down to tenderly, and all too briefly caress her hard nippled breast for a moment. She broke the kiss a moment later, my wife's eyes still closed as she did. "So...think about it. Perhaps tomorrow you'll have a much better idea as to how you really feel about things," she said.

Ironically, we all then heard movement down the beach, moments later the silhouette of our two lost friends could be seen making their way back.

"Just as well," Stacy said retaking her seat. "Had you started, I wouldn't have let you up no matter what they might have thought," she said almost warningly. It was something to keep in mind hearing her say that.

I wasn't at all surprised when Penny spoke a few minutes later, sounding much like her true self, and the intoxicated slur of speech suddenly having disappeared for some unknown reason.

**

I never was one to sleep in, especially while on vacation. The houseboat we all shared was a nice one. Each one of us having our own separate bedrooms, and none of them cramped in size either. Penny was still dead asleep, snoring softly away as I got up, dressed, and then walked outside for a stretch, along with my early morning smoke. It was the only time that I did, that and one just before going to bed. I didn't, and wouldn't smoke inside the houseboat as I knew it would irritate Mac for sure, so I walked out all the way to the bow of the boat before lighting up. As I did, I saw Diane sitting there below me on one of the steps, dangling her feet in the water as she sat there. I almost spoke, it was obvious she hadn't heard me approach, which was about the time I heard her softly moan, saw the movement of her hand, and knew what it was she was doing. I nearly backed away, but knew that unless she actually turned around, she wouldn't know I was actually there. And this was simply too good a situation to pass up. I quickly doused my smoke shoving it into a nearby coke can putting it out, and then leaned over slightly looking again. She was still obviously fingering herself as she sat there on the steps. The fact that this was Diane, who was doing it, sent a wild shiver of goose bumps racing up and down my spine. She shuddered, let out a small silent cry of relief, and then came. As she did, I silently stepped back inside the houseboat, standing next to the counter after pouring myself a freshly brewed cup of coffee. I saw Diane climb back up onto the boat heading towards me. She smiled upon seeing me.

"Hmm, smells good. Pour me one too please?" she asked.

I did so, handing it to her. "Here ya go."

"Thank you." She took a sip looking directly over the rim of the cup towards me as she did. She swallowed, once again smiling. "You know Jack, it's really not polite to spy on people, unless they've been invited to do so," she then said.

I was glad I hadn't as yet taken another swallow, I'd have most likely burned myself. As it was, I damn near dropped the cup in my hand anyway. She answered my unspoken question.

"I saw your shadow in the water behind me," she said telling me how it was that she knew.

I felt like an ass and apologized. "God Diane, I'm sorry," I said honestly meaning it, feeling like a complete and total ass for spying on her the way that I had. She stepped forward placing her coffee cup down on the counter next to where I was standing.

"That's ok, I accept your apology," she told me sounding all nice and friendly again, bringing me a much needed sigh of relief. "Next time...ask first if you really want to watch me." With that, she reached down, palmed my crotch briefly for a moment with her hand, and then walked away disappearing down the hall, stepping into the bathroom. I could only stand there with a look of total and complete disbelief etched in my face.

"Did she really just say and do that?" I asked myself. "Diane?"

I finished my coffee, poured another, and then stepped back outside on the deck lighting up another smoke. I needed this one to help calm my nerves. After everything that had happened the night before, the last thing I was expecting was for something like that to happen. It wasn't long before Mac was up, already anxious to cast his line into the water and get a little fishing in before we got underway again.

"Thought I'd get some fishing in before we leave," he announced setting up. "Oh, and Diane told me you caught her masturbating this morning, I wouldn't worry about it though, she does that every morning, like clockwork after she wakes up. Rather she do that than take up smoking again," he said looking at me disapprovingly. I'd managed to take one more puff, and then dumped the smoke into the same coke can as the other one. I turned without saying a word and headed back inside the boat still shaking my head.

**

We got underway again a couple of hours later. As it was my turn to pilot the boat, the girls cleared away the breakfast dishes before heading back up on the roof deck for some early morning sun. Not too surprisingly, Mac headed back to bed for a brief nap while we cruised the lake heading towards the next spot on our map we'd decided to take a look at. We'd all been up late the night before, and it was a hell of a lot cooler inside the boat than it was outside, even at 9:00 in the morning. Jim too had gone up on deck, carrying a pair of binoculars with him when he did.

"Go figure...he has count em...six tits to look at here, and he still wants to glare at someone else's anyway," Stacy teased her husband. Jim had taken the ribbing good-naturedly anyway, and still went topside with his glasses. The girls soon joined him moments later, again topless, and this time, I was surprised, though pleased to see Diane had joined them. Diane was the last one to climb up the ladder to the upper deck, she paused momentarily waiting as everyone else headed up, turning towards me as she stood there. It was hard not staring at her chest, especially as I now saw it in the full light of day.

"Contrary to popular belief," she began. "I do enjoy being looked at, particularly in being watched. So like I said, feel free...just next time let me know that you are first," she said, and then turned heading up the ladder. Once again, she had left me speechless, though this entire trip was starting to do that anyway.

**

I'd been at the helm for the better part of an hour. We still had a long way to go however before docking again, and I found myself growing a bit sleepy. Even in the middle of the lake the way we were, that wasn't the best situation to find myself in. There were still obstacles that needed to be avoided, and I had to stay fairly aware of my surroundings. I'd already felt my head nod more than once, and was about ready to yell upstairs for some company when I heard someone coming down. I was pleased to see Stacy descending the stairs, even more so when she turned facing towards me, her boobs giving me a quick shot of adrenalin.

"Thought I'd come down and keep you company," she told me. "Can I get you something to drink? More coffee?"

"Yeah, that would be nice," I told her, the endorphins already diminishing, though I smiled as I stared at her cute tight butt as she walked away back into the kitchen area.

"Coffee? Or something a bit stiffer perhaps?" she called out at me.

"Whatever you're having," I answered back, actually feeling myself suddenly stiffening at that. She returned a few minutes later having fixed us a couple of Bloody Marys. "Perfect!" I said accepting my drink from her, pleased when she settled herself down into the captain's seat facing me. Personally, I preferred to stand when piloting the boat, I was able to see more when I did.

"So, you and Penny talk about last night?" she asked.

We had, but only a little, and I told her so. The only thing she had really said about it was that it had been fun...which it had been, but we hadn't gotten into anything more than that.

"Yeah, that's what she told me this morning too," she informed me. I was glad to hear they'd at least spoken about it, I still wasn't sure where Penny's thoughts were on it, and though she'd certainly let her short hair down considerably, I didn't have any major expectations of something like that happening again.

"Thanks for coming down and keeping me company," I said after too long a pause of silence had gone between us. "I really was starting to get a bit sleepy there, but after seeing you..." I left off saying, though taking the opportunity to once again look at her tits. She smiled upon seeing me do that.

"What's up with you men anyway? Breasts, tits, boobs...whatever you want to call them, why all the fascination with them anyway?"

"Oh? And you don't enjoy having them played with?" I asked liking the direction this conversation was suddenly going in.

"I didn't say that, I love having them played with and sucked on, I'm just surprised you all seem more interested in my tits, as opposed to looking at my ass...or even my pussy perhaps."

"Well at the moment, I really can't see either of one of those, but I can see your tits," I grinned back licking my lips. Having said that, Stacy suddenly pulled down her bikini bottoms, dropping them down around her feet.

"That better?" she asked.

Even I had to admit, it was. Stacy truly did have one hell of a gorgeous body, though I was actually nervous now, besides being excited as she sat there in front of me only inches away. I glanced nervously over towards the ladder leading up to the sun deck, hearing her laugh when I did so. I turned back around to look at her just as she pulled on the waistband of my swim trunks yanking them down, exposing my already hardening penis.

"Don't be worried...or nervous," she told me as she began fondling and stroking my cock. I couldn't help it, I was. Penny and I hadn't as yet discussed much of anything, and should she come down the ladder, find Stacy with my hard stiff prick in her hand...

"Stacy," I began trying to back away, which was a little difficult for me to do as I couldn't very well let go of the wheel on the boat or retreat to some other area away from her. "Penny and I haven't..."

"But she and I have," Stacy said interrupting me. "Up on the sun deck, a few minutes ago. It was her suggestion I come down here and keep you company, but even more than that, give you a little treat while I did."

"She...she told you to come down here and do this?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh...yes, but more than that," Stacy said smiling, and then drew me back closer towards her with her hand, her mouth suddenly surrounding my shaft as she began sucking it. My knees nearly buckled, the exquisite sensation of her tongue flicking away at the tip of my cock, her lips running up and down the length of my shaft as she drove me nearly insane with desire. "And besides, I told her to go ahead and suck Jim's prick up there while I was down here doing you," she then added.

The thought of my wife at that very moment bringing the same kind of pleasure to Jim's prick that Stacy was now giving mine was an erotically naughty thought indeed. And then I had another one. "Where's Diane?" I asked curiously.

"Watching no doubt," she giggled. "Yes...we've all found out some interesting things about our supposedly shy, quiet Diane this morning too. It appears there's a lot more to her than meets the eye. She's quite the little exhibionist, and a voyeur as well it would seem." Stacy once again lavished my prick with a long slow lick, now looking at me. "She told us of her adventure with you this morning, which is what got the conversation started that we then had. At this very moment, I'm willing to bet she's sitting there playing with herself, watching your wife gobble up my husband's cock." I felt Stacy's lips surround the head of my prick, popping it with her mouth several times in rapid succession, just the way I liked it. "How else would I know that you like feeling that?" she then asked. "Penny told me to make sure I do that for you, since it apparently curls your toes."

She was right about that, it did. Already my toes were flipping back and forth, tingly even as I stood there holding onto the wheel for support more than actually using it to steer with.

"Now then, think you can keep us out in the middle of the lake without running us into anything while I make you cum?" she then asked. We were far enough out and away from any of the banks that the possibility of running into anything wasn't of any concern. Even then I double checked anyway, my thoughts likewise returning to my wife and what she was at that very moment doing up on the upper deck to Jim, Diane watching, enjoying herself while she did.