Frank Anvic - Swap island

Pete Lonsdale stood on the flying bridge of his trim boat, the Sea Stud , and watched the darkening sky in the Gulf of California. He pushed his captain's cap back from his forehead and turned away from the wheel to look at the after deck below. His wife, Bunny, a startling blue-eyed blonde, sat on the railing talking to Darlene Baker, a fragile beautiful brunette sitting in a deck chair next to her husband, Jim, Pete's accountant.

Both women wore bathing suits, Bunny a two-piece bikini which showed off her figure to advantage, and Darlene a one-piecer with enough holes cut in it to make Pete want to crawl inside it and pull her body out and ravish it. Pete had to use a lot of willpower to keep from getting a hard-on looking at his accountant's wife right then.

The two girls, Olive Baker, 16, and Cathy Lonsdale, 15, were in the cabin, out of his sight, playing cards, he knew. Olive looked a lot like her mother, except that her hair was long and light brown where her mother's was short and raven dark. Looking at Darlene, now, from his high perch, Pete realized how much he wanted to make love to her.

She was deeply tanned and the bold wine-red bathing suit she wore was tight around her hips. Pete imagined that he could see the outlines of her pussy, the swollen ridges of her mons where the suit was tightest, at her crotch. He could see her pubic hairs because she had a luxuriant growth, that in the tight "nude look" suit she wore, overflowed, stuck out from underneath in provocative abundance.

Darlene was only thirty-two and she looked nineteen. Her breasts were still firm and shaped, her tummy flat. Her legs were shapely, emphasized by slender ankles and well-proportioned calves. For her size, five foot four, Darlene was a finely wrought package of sexiness. Pete looked down at her and thought how good it was going to be when he took that body of hers. Jim, her husband, was already half-bagged on Tecate beer and was spineless enough not to object when Pete asked him to exchange his Darlene for sex with Bunny.

"Ask hell," he thought. "I'll just order him,"

Pete knew his employee wouldn't object even if he asked him to dive over the side of the specially-built Chris Craft and swim back to San Felipe. If Pete told him to do this, Jim would, without serious question. Jim was a damned good accountant but that was the very reason he was no damned good as a red-blooded human being. Jim lived in a world of figures and didn't know shit about anything else. Pete chuckled to himself.

Jim Baker was going to get a good education on this trip. Pete licked his lips and shouted down to the group below. "Hey, how 'bout a beer up here?"

"I'll get it," Darlene said, "let me," and got up from her deck chair.

Bunny shaded her eyes and looked up at her husband. His blond hair, like hers, was bleached even blonder by the hours in the sun. Bunny took pride in her husband's charm and enjoyed seeing it demonstrated by the alacrity with which Darlene leaped up to bring a beer to Pete. She watched Darlene climb the "ladder" to the flying bridge and thought that Jim's wife had a good ass. This didn't make Bunny jealous because she knew that she herself was every bit as much a woman as Darlene.

Bunny and Pete had begun swapping sex partners long enough ago so that she knew what sex meant to Pete and to herself. It was a groovy thing and the way she felt about it was "whatever turns you on-enjoy!" She and her husband had been members of an exclusive private club in Riverside County, California, for over a year now and during that time they both had participated in a great many "groovy" scenes. In a way, she reflected, those scenes had helped to save their floundering marriage. They had gotten bored with each other and when Pete had found out about the swap club, their lives together had changed. Pete was younger than she was and it had been hard to hold on to him until they had loosened the restrictions within their own marriage.

She knew that Pete wanted to ball Darlene and she was confident that he would "firm it up," as he would say, today. In fact, she was looking forward to having sex with Jim Baker, who was shy and milquetoastish and tended to get drunk too easily. Bunny thought that it would be nice to turn a guy like Jim on with her charms. Like seducing a young boy or a priest. She smiled to herself as she thought about it and then, inspired to flirtatious action, she arose from her perch on the side of the boat and went to sit in Darlene's chair next to Jim.

"How do you like it out here in the Gulf of California, Jim?" she asked him.

"Oh, I'm so grateful to you and Mr. Lonsdale for inviting us down here," he said. "I-we, that is, have never been to Mexico before."

"Pete likes you, Jim," Bunny told him. "He also likes Darlene."

"Yes, I know," he said, looking up to the flying bridge where Pete and Darlene were laughing over something one of them had said. "I'm glad they get along so well together. Your husband is a very fascinating and dynamic man, Mrs. Lonsdale."

"Now, Jim, I've told you to call me Bunny. We're not formal out here."

"Of course, Bunny." Jim knew he had been drinking too much beer and he was trying not to show it. His rs were starting to slur and he had trouble holding his eyes in focus for very long.

Bunny reached over and patted the back of Jim's hand.

"Bring me a beer, Olive," she told her daughter. "I'll have one with you, Jim," she smiled.

On the flying bridge, Pete was using all of his masculine power on Darlene, fully confident of himself. He wore shorts and no shirt, low-cut canvas deck shoes and his captain's cap set on the back of his head. He was very tanned and there was hair on his chest. He looked, Darlene thought, like a blond Adonis framed against the sky.

"We're a long ways out, Darlene," Pete was telling her. "I don't even know if we can make it back to San Felipe until after dark."

"I wouldn't mind that," she said. "I'll bet it's beautiful out here at night."

"It is," he said. "Beautiful and romantic."

"Ummmm. Sounds like a delight," she cooed.

"Want to try and steer this baby?" he asked her.

"Oh, Pete, I'd love to! May I?"

"Sure. Step up here. I'll show you how." Darlene stepped in front of him to the wheel and grabbed two of the spokes.

"No, honey," Pete said, "let me show you." He stepped close behind her and put his arms around her, his hands on hers. "Put your right hand here on this high spoke and your left down here. Keep the compass setting right there at 240."

"Oh, this is fun," she said.

Pete moved closer until his chest was touching Darlene's back and his crotch pressing against her buttocks. She felt the contact and moved her body almost imperceptibly. Her posterior pushed backwards and encouraged, Pete crushed his genitals in the cleavage of Darlene's rear. He leaned over and kissed her behind the ear.

"Be careful, Jim and Bunny may be watching," she whispered.

"So? They can't see anything, but even if they did…" his voice trailed off.

"You're very close, you know," she said. "And I like it."

"I thought you would. We're going to have a lot of fun on this long weekend, Darlene."

"Fun-fun or just plain old fun?"

"Fun-fun," he said, pushing harder on Darlene's rear. He was getting hard and he smiled to himself.

"Do I feel what I think I feel?" she asked.

"Partly," he laughed.

She turned and looked up at him, her mouth slack, her eyes glistening.

"Pete, you'd better be careful. You don't know me. I get attached to such things."