Janet McCoy: The wife_s new lovers

As they grew more comfortable with each other, they learned to admit there were things they were still missing. They still craved the hard filling presence of a good tireless cock. For a week they had avoided Randy and the Misty Waters. It seemed time to go again. "Do you know any grown men who could take us both on without working himself into a hernia?" Eileen quipped. She felt arrogant and insatiable.

They went to Misty Waters for an afternoon cocktail. As they sat on the grass by the lakeside sipping their drinks, Luke and a handsome young friend came by carrying an outboard motor. "Hey, want to go for a ride?" Luke called.

"Oh, let's!" Jean suggested excitedly. "It would be fun to have out own private gondoliers!"

Eileen was unsure. Luke was a nice guy, but too smart, too cocksure for his age. And it had always been against her code to fraternize in public with any of the guys. But Jean looked so eager, she couldn't let herself be a party-pooper. "Well, okay."

Jean sprang to her feet. "Terrific! Let's go!"

Eileen grinned at her enthusiastic friend. She marveled at the change that had come over the younger woman since she had started indulging her sexuality, first with Randy and now with her. Almost never did the old shadow pass over her eyes anymore. Eileen really was beginning to believe that Jean had banished her ex-husband from her thoughts and heart.

They were already in the boat, ready to shove off, when two more guys came running up. Eileen's heart began to beat fast when she recognized Randy. From the look on her friend's face, she knew Jean felt the same. With Randy was a handsome guy who looked younger than the women's lover. He hung back shyly as Randy approached the boat and looked dubiously from the women to the older guys.

"Where you guys going?" he demanded. There was a tinge of jealousy in his voice that amused Eileen.

"For a ride," Luke answered briefly. He was obviously anxious to be off.

"Can we come?"

"Well… I don't know…"

"Oh, let them come," Jean urged the bigger guy. "There's room."

Randy had what he wanted. He looked arrogantly at Luke, then proceeded to climb in on the other side of the women, "Come on, Tim," he coaxed his friend. But the other guy hung back.

"I'm on duty in an hour. I better stay here…"

"Okay. See you." Randy waved gaily as they moved out into the water. Eileen stared at the teen who remained on the shore, watching them wistfully. He looked so young, so vulnerable. She saw that Jean was looking that way too.

For about half an hour they skimmed over the blue water. Randy, Luke and the third teen, whose name was Hank, competed with one another to keep the two beautiful older women entertained with stories.

Eileen was a bit nervous at first. She wasn't sure it had been a wise thing to do, to come boating with three young men, one of whom was her lover and Jean's too. Eileen had certain appearances to keep up. She shuddered at the thought of any suspicion being directed her way.

Once she began to respond to the beauty of the day – the bright blue sky, the water with its soft swells that they conquered with dull thuds smacking against the boat's bottom – she relaxed. No one had seen them leave shore. And what if they had? What was wrong with a boat ride on a sunny afternoon, even if their companions were ten years or more, younger than she was? After all, some of the teens at Misty Waters worked as guides. They often had to take out older women. There was nothing special about their case. Eileen felt like laughing at her own paranoia.

Her thoughts were kept busy by the teen's chatter. She could see that Randy was jealous of any attention given the other teens. He acted so much younger than Luke did. He was so much more spontaneous in his stories and comments. Eileen felt a surge of lust for his eagerness. But she could see the attraction of Luke and his friend Hank too. She could see that Luke had captivated Jean. It worried her. She remembered Jean's saying that the teen reminded her of her husband, Todd.

It was not until they had gone quite a distance that Eileen realized they had been heading straight for a small island. She looked around at the distant shores. She could see no more than one or two cabins. They were at the remote end of the lake, where vacationers seldom ventured. Chills ran up and down her spine, part fear, and part perverse excitement. Luke dropped an anchor.

"What's going on?"

Luke smiled, his steady gaze reassured the tiny brunette. "I thought you ladies might like to sit on the shore for a while and drink in the silence. I've got some beer in the hold."

Jean seemed totally undisturbed by their situation: alone in the wilderness with three young men. "Terrific. All this water is making me awfully thirsty."

"Okay. Hank, you help the ladies wade ashore. Randy, help me carry these blankets and the beer."

Eileen was impressed with the oldest teen's assured way of giving out orders. He reminded her of men she had wanted to love, but who had dominated her too much for her to be able to tolerate. She had always felt a perverse, impossible attraction for men as strong as she was, though lately she stuck pretty much to teens who waited for her capable hands to mold them into what she wanted.

They spread the blankets and passed around the beer. They sat, Randy in the middle, with the older teens flanking a woman on either side of Randy. Eileen realized she was surrounded. She was growing more and more nervous. Her lusty instincts were increasing in the dangerous situation. She grew animated, the way Jean was already. She knew she was in danger of losing her hold on herself and her strict rules of behavior. Before she had always had only one teen at a time, discreetly. Now there were three.

She tried not to think that way. After all, none of the teens had done anything to suggest they intended to seduce the women. She found herself almost wishing they would. The beer, and the little cigarette Hank was passing around, made her feel careless.

Then what she had been both dreading and looking forward to happened. Hank put his arm round her shoulder and started to ease her down onto the blanket. His mouth met hers and he started to kiss her hungrily. His tongue was hot and bold. From the moans that she recognized as Jean's, she knew that Luke was working on her girlfriend. Her drugged brain began to reel in confusion. Dare she let herself do this thing? Then she heard Randy's familiar voice. The teen sounded as if he were on the verge of hysteria. She realized his hand was grappling with the shoulder of the teen whose body was pinning her to the ground.

"Stop!" Randy cried. "You can't do this! What do you think you're doing?"

Eileen heard Luke's calm reply as her tongue shot up into Hank's mouth to tangle with his tongue. "What are you trying to do, Randy? Keep all the action for yourself? Just be happy we let you come along. If you're good, you'll get your chance."

"No! You can't treat them like this!"

"Do you notice them trying to fight us off? Your trouble is you don't like to share. Now, I think that's a downright selfish attitude."

Eileen heard nothing more from Randy. She was so engrossed in the hot tongue invading her mouth. Her head felt so strange. It was filled with erotic fantasies. She had never felt so sensual. Her whole being longed for the lovemaking that Luke's handsome friend was offering her.

She wondered for a moment flow Luke had known about Randy being their lover. Then she forgot to wonder about it. It was a thought that entered her mind and just as quickly left. It didn't really matter. Not right now, not with that pushy bulge grinding against her belly though their light clothes. It was that bulge that mattered!

"Oh, darling! I want that beautiful big cock of yours! Oooohh, it feels so good shoving against me! Hhnnhhh, Hank… kiss me some more!"