Norma Egan - Spread wide wife

As a matter of fact, everybody seemed to be tying one on tonight. The booze was flowing like Niagara Falls. Perhaps it was because tomorrow they had to go home, back to work, back to reality. Certainly they were all making a frantic attempt to enjoy their last night on Harry's yacht. "That's the way to go, folks," Harry chuckled, preparing another round of drinks. "This'll take your mind off your troubles. Let's have a little music, too, okay?"

Another murmur of agreement. Harry pressed a button on a small tape machine, and low but sensual music came out. Karen leaned back in her deck chair with a big sigh, finally relaxing. Just for a few hours she intended to forget her guilt, have a few drinks, maybe get Phil to dance with her. Yes, that would be nice, a little dancing. She started to stand up – and found that she couldn't. Those drinks had been stronger than she thought. She could hardly move in her chair. She was very drunk all of a sudden. Looking over at Phil, she saw a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face that told her he was drunk, too.

"Now, boys and girls," Harry said with a boozy giggle, "we're gonna play a little game. I never let my guests get bored. I always think of something they've never done before. So tonight we're gonna make it with brand new people, okay? That's why I got these mats spread out here."

Karen noticed the soft, mats spread around the deck. She understood that Harry wanted them to have an orgy. He wanted them to take new partners, people they'd never fucked before, and make love right there on the deck in front of each other. Ordinarily the suggestion would, have shocked her right out of her socks, but after all those drinks it didn't affect her one way or another, except to sound mildly amusing.

Okay, Harry, she thought placidly, whatever you want.

Everybody else seemed to share her calm acceptance. They were just sitting in theft chairs smiling or giggling like little kids. Even Phil had a grin on his face, and his horn-rimmed glasses were a little crooked on his nose. He was looking at Harry as if he hadn't quite trusted his ears.

"You want us to fuck?" he laughed. "Right here?"

"Sure." Harry snickered. "You dig Luann, don't you?"

Phil blinked at the big-breasted redhead. Luann really did look delicious tonight, Karen had to admit. Harry's mistress was wearing a skimpy jumpsuit that hardly covered her jutting tits and clung indecently to her pert little butt. She grinned invitingly at Phil.

"Yeah, I dig Luann," Phil said eagerly.

"Then ball her," Harry said. "Go ahead. It's okay."

Phil looked around cautiously, no doubt waiting to wake up from his dream, but no one else moved or spoke. Then Luann, who seemed familiar with such party games, stood up and began to take off her clothes. There wasn't much to take off. She just unzipped her jumpsuit and stepped out of it wearing nothing but a tiny pair of yellow panties.

"Oh, my gosh," Phil said, lurching to his feet.

"Come on, Phil," Luann cooed, "get undressed."

"Sure, sure," Phil stammered, starting to loosen his tie.

Luann swayed before him, dancing to unheard music, and her big long naked tits swung heavily back and forth. Her long red hair swirled and gleamed in the slight sea breeze. She was enough to make any man achingly horny. Karen was wondering how Phil would get it up just after being laid, but when she looked at Luann, she didn't worry about it. Nobody under ninety could fail to get hard for that.

The others watched, smiling, approving, everybody pleasantly sealed off in his drunkenness. Karen didn't think of it as watching her husband get it on with another woman. She thought of it as her darling husband enjoying himself, which was far out. They all watched Phil fumble out of his clothes, a task complicated by the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off Luann. She went on with her sensuous silent dance, her great boobs swinging.

"Hey, take off the panties, honey," Harry encouraged from the sidelines. "Show Phil what he's gonna get."

Luann obeyed without interrupting the rhythm of her private dance or without losing the dreamy smile on her pretty face. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly tugged the skimpy garment down. Phil, who was just then getting out of his pants, practically tripped as he watched her. She showed the whole crowd, her flaming red bush, without a trace of shame.

"Oh, man," Phil moaned.

He got out of the rest of his clothes as fast as he could. Then he stood naked before the beautiful swaying redhead, his cock rock hard and hugging his belly. Luann eyed it and danced closer to him, gradually bending her knees. She went to her knees just in front of him and ran her gleaming pink tongue up and down the stiff pole of his cock. The spectators laughed and clapped. Phil turned beet red but grinned.

"Go ahead, you two, get it an," Harry chuckled. "We wanta watch."

Luann got to her feet again, took Phil's hand, and led him to the center of the deck where a soft mat had been placed. She sank down on it, onto her back, and spread her long legs. She opened them as wide as possible, drawing her knees back to her long melon-shaped tits. Everyone could see her scarlet gash with its fringe of copper curls.

"Ball me, Phil," she said huskily.

Phil was gawking at her moist gleaming slit. He got slowly onto his knees and crawled between her legs, never taking his eager eyes off her ripe red pussy. His cock was creaming big streams of horny juice. He gingerly bent his erect prick down till the fat purple head was touching the juicy mouth of her cunt. He started to work his cock into her.

"Oooooooo," Luann squealed, "oooooo…"

Karen watched with avid interest. She enjoyed watching other people ball. It got her very excited. It didn't bother her that in this case she was watching her husband slip his cock into another woman's cunt. She felt perfectly secure and happy and unbugged. Like the others, she leaned forward in her chair to watch as Phil worked his cock clear to the root in Luann's gushing box.

"Yeah, get into her, boy," Harry panted, "ball that little bitch. You'll dig her, Phil. She's got a super hot box there."

Luann grinned and squealed with pleasure as Phil penetrated her. Finally his swollen red balls were resting against her wet swollen pussy, the hard head of his cock butting her womb. He gave a happy sigh and then started fucking her in quick hard jabs. The pretty redhead gave a loud yelp of delight and threw her legs around his jerking body, digging his cock deep into her.

"Yeah, yeah, ball me, Phil," she whined. "Ohhhh, honey, that's good. Don't stop. Ball me all night."

Fat chance, Karen thought bitterly.

But to her wonder, Phil didn't come instantly. He didn't shoot his load in less than a minute, like he always did with his wife. He'd finally learned how to hang in there. He just kept humping away, reaming and probing Luann's eagerly offered cunt. The redhead wailed with joy.

"Oh, Christ, what a tiger," Luann moaned. "Yeah, baby, keep balling me. Ohhhhhh…"

Harry chuckled as he watched the ecstatic couple humping away in the open air in full view of their friends – and in full view of the Coast Guard or any other ship that happened close by.

Nobody seemed to worry, nobody seemed to care. Time had stopped, and there were no responsibilities. Harry turned after awhile and looked at Karen.

"Hey, baby," he said, "you're next. You and Roger."

Karen felt herself blushing deeply, and yet she really wasn't disturbed by the suggestion. She glanced over at Roger Green, the lean blond accountant, and saw that he was grinning appreciatively at her. She grinned back. Roger was a very attractive man, and she loved the idea of getting it on with him.

"Go ahead, kids," Harry chuckled. "You don't have to wait till Phil and Luann finish. Hell, they could go all night. Booze does that to you."