"Just A Little Fun" (closed)

[ManlyUsername]

The squirming of the slight frame beneath him was intoxicating, but seeing Hanna watching him somehow made it all that much more exciting.

He put his lips to Mariah's ear and whispered "Slowly Now"

Without further explanation, he lifted his hips until the tip of his cock was between Mariah's legs. As hard as he was there was no need to use a hand to guide himself in. Instead he simply lowered the tip until it touched her lips and allowed it to tease her as she to wriggled it into proper position.

Dave didn't thrust. He knew he could be a bit much, especially for a tiny little thing like her. Instead he simply pressed against her maintaining a slight pressure. As Mariah squirms and rocked her hips, it would naturally make it way deeper, putting Maraih in control of how quickly she took him in.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Mariah had seen the size of Dave's cock, and she'd felt it between her lips and down her throat. But as it entered her young, tight pussy, it simply felt enormous. Her vaginal muscles tightened around the bulbous head as he first entered her, causing her to grimace and repeat his own warning, "Slow."

She grasped his skull again and pulled their mouths together for a long erotic kiss, waiting for her body to give permission to the man's intrusion. As their mouths separated, she whispered, "Okay, slow."

From her seat near the front of the boat, Hanna only watched with a wicked smile. Mariah had known before she joined the day's events that her friend was bringing her along not so much as a skiing spotter but as a sexual sacrifice, should it become necessary to compensate the boat's owner for his services.

And yet, Hanna still felt as though she was manipulating both of them, bending them to her will. Dave was married and had never cheated on his wife, and yet here he was slowing pushing his cock deeper and deeper into the slick, tight recess of her friend's pussy. And Mariah -- while more than happy to participate -- had actually been planning on meeting her new boy toy for a similar first-time sexual activity that she was hoping would ultimately lead to the man inviting her on his week long vacation to British Columbia next month.

Below him, Mariah was now actively and energetically rocking her hips and pulling at Dave's ass to get him to plunge deep into her harder and faster.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Dave found himself sweating, his face set in rigid concentration. Trying to maintain his position and letting Mariah set the speed. When she pulled him down for a deep kiss it sent an aching pulse through him and he forgot himself a moment, pushing his hips forward, eliciting a slight whimper from Mariah.

Fuck she was tight. Her walls gripped like they might never let go of him. When the kiss broke he looked up at Hanna as much to distract himself from the maddening sensation of the warm grip enveloping him as anything else. She simply watched them, with a thoughtful expression.

Mariah was moving more now. Dave started rocking his hips just a few inches, adding some rhythmic but shallow thrusting to Mariah's efforts. He still looked at Hanna, afraid what the look on Mariah's face might do to him right now. He stared at her. Still in her swim shorts, then gave her a grin, staring pointedly at the space between her legs. "If I don't get to play with it, at least let me see it."

He heard a pleasurable groan from Mariah and looked down to her. "You ready for a little more?" Then he looked up at Hanna, almost as if he was waiting.

 

[CutiePie1997]

"If I don't get to play with it," Dave said about the other pussy in the boat, "at least let me see it."

Hanna only smiled to the man, and after a moment -- as Mariah desperately tried to pull the man's full attention to pleasing her -- the blonde teenager told the older man, "Next time we're together. I think you've seen enough already."

Mariah's moans and protestations for more brought Dave back to her, and she began rocking her lower body below him in desperation, knowing that she was likely less than a minute from a second orgasm.

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Next time we're together. I think you've seen enough already."

"Evil bitch' he laughed back playfully, then let his body drop back down onto Mariah. He kept the strokes shallow but sped up as he spoke to her breathlessly. "Well, Hanna is watching. How about we give her something worth watching. Wrap your legs around my waist and lock your arms behind my neck.

Once he felt the tight embrace of her limbs, her grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted himself into a kneeling position. Mariah sat perched atop the tip of his cock, Dave's strong hands supporting her weight and spreading her wide.

"If it starts to hurt, or get uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay?" The look in her eyes told him she was more than ready, and he let her drop just a couple of inches. Lifting her back up he let her drop again. He continued, but each time he let her drop just a little further, impaling her on the rock hard pole of his cock.

Mariah was at his mercy as she was bounced up and down on his throbbing member. Deeper and deeper with each bounce.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Mariah admired Dave's strength and power as he took her into his arms and lap. She matched his movements perfectly, causing his cock to sink deep and hard, the crook of where it extended from his crotch running furiously against her clit.

She began crying out as the pleasure increased, chanting at her lover, "Faster, faster, faster!"

The sopping wetness of her pussy and the plunger being inserted and withdrawn began to make loud suction sounds, which only made Hanna smile behind her. Mariah had always been the dripping sort; when they made love in an actual bed, Hanna typically laid a towel under the girl's pussy to eliminate the need for washing the bedding afterward.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Mariah was more than up to the task of taking all of him. Still incredibly tight, but more wet by the second. He was left gasping as he felt himself buried completely. Heeding her pleas he increased his pace.

All caution was now gone. He lifted her as far as he dared and then slammed her back down, again and again. The tight wet grip was quickly more than he could take. He dropped her one last time, piercing her completely. He wrapped his arms around her back and put his hands over her shoulders. Pulling her down as if he might get just a tiny bit deeper.

With a groan that sounded almost painful his whole body went rigid and Mariah felt the powerful pulsing as he let loose inside her. He finally grasped for breath, and laid his head on her shoulder, shuddering slightly in time with the remaining pulses of his lengthy orgasm.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Mariah's cries became more dramatic and louder as Dave rammed deep inside of her, but they ended when suddenly he went still beneath her. She pulled her head back to look in his face, seeing all the signs of deep, sexual euphoria. She was conflicted, of course, because she'd wanted Dave to cum but had hoped he'd be able to hold out until she had, too.

No matter, though: she grasped a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, studying the aftermath of his powerful explosion. She'd always loved the pained look in a man's face when his cock began leaping and spilling out his balls contents.

She looked over her shoulder to Hanna, finding the other girl with a wide smile of delight. They almost simultaneously winked at one another. Hanna asked in whisper, "You done?"

"No fucking way," Mariah answered, not whispering at all. She gave Dave the time he needed to fully partake of his orgasm, then urged him down onto the boat's deck, his feet to starboard, his head to port. "My turn ... again."

She didn't hesitate to begin riding Dave hard and fast, and in no time at all he was fully hardened again. And for her part, it only took Mariah about two minutes to arch her back and cry out in joy at her second of two orgasms on this beautiful, sexy day. She trembled deep down inside her core, gasping for breaths as the blood beat within her brain.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Now well and truly spent, Dave opens his arms letting Mariah collapse on him. He then looks up at Hanna and lifts an arm inviting her to lay with them as well. Who knew if she'd oblige.

He closed his eyes enjoying the breeze, the sound of the birds and insects, and the feel on Mariah's deep breathing on his chest. Then with a laugh at the mundane nature of the suggestion given all that had transpired, he said "I have wine and cheese. "

 

[CutiePie1997]

Having exploded a second time atop Dave's groin, Mariah collapsed down onto his body, just as spent as he was. The effort involved in her second explosion had left her sweaty from scalp to ankles, and she could feel a slickness between their torsos that mirrored that between their crotches, which were now well wetted by Mariah's natural lubricants.

She didn't react -- she couldn't -- to Dave's comment about cheese and wine, but Hanna laughed with him from the other front seat into which she'd moved for a better view of the the man's last act of extramarital sex.

Dave was laying on his back, eyes closed, enjoying the aftermath with the ebony skinned beauty atop him, when he opened his eyes quickly at the sound of a cell phone's photo app clicking away.

"Relax!" Hanna said at the instantaneous expression of shock in the man's eyes. She waved the phone in the air before her, pointing out, "It's your phone, not mine. I'm not blackmailing you. I only want you to have something to remember us by, you know, in case you come to the conclusion later that this was a bad idea."

Hanna set the phone back in the holder from which she'd taken it, then moved to the driver's seat. "We should be getting back. Ya wanna pull up the anchor?"

Mariah knew that when her friend said the fun was over, it was over. She kissed Dave passionately on the mouth as she squeezed her pussy one long time around his softening cock, then lifted herself off of him, stood, and fucking leaped out of the boat into the water.

"She doesn't want to smell like sex when she goes to see her boyfriend," Hanna informed Dave as she fired up the motors. She looked at his dangling and still half-hard cock, saying, "Maybe you should jump in, too. But, pull the anchor first."

 

[ManlyUsername]

Dave started at the shutter sound, immediately looking at Hanna. She gave a reasonable enough explanation he guessed, but it was still off putting she didn't tell him what she was doing first.

Watching Mariah leap into the water, Dave realizes what a mess he is as well. That seemed like a good idea.

"Maybe you should jump in, too. But, pull the anchor first."

Dave steps toward the anchor. Then looks at Hanna with a raised eyebrow. It seemed an arbitrary request, and after the cell phone scare he still wasn't one hundred percent trusting.

"I'll just be sec." Dave replied and hopped over the side without touching the anchor. He took only a moment to give his bits a waggle to make sure they were thoroughly rinsed and then climbed back into the boat.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Hanna couldn't help but smirk at Dave's obvious concern that she must might haul ass with his boat once the anchor was up. Such crimes did in fact happen here on the reservoir: it was the fourth largest in the country and had docks -- most of them without any kind of authoritative supervision -- in three different states.

After Dave dove it, Hanna quickly pulled her spandex shorts off, reached for his phone again, and took a series of shots of her pussy. Out in the water, Mariah snagged hold of the man, pulling him to her for an erotic kiss and a quick groping of his cock.

"I enjoyed this," she said, meaning the shaft in her hand. She kissed him again, telling him, "I want to fuck you again soon, so, don't be a stranger."

While Mariah was distracting Dave, Hanna quickly sent one of the pics of him balls deep in the teen to her own phone, then very quickly deleted the text from the phone's log. She had no real or immediate plans to blackmail him for any reason -- it wasn't a habit of hers -- but you never knew when something like that might come in handy.

She'd barely put the phone back again when Dave pulled himself back up into the boat, followed a moment by the still naked Mariah. Hanna tossed her friend a towel, and the beautiful dark skinned goddess went to work drying her new lover off.

"Anchor," Hanna reminded, firing up the motors again. "Mariah's got places to be, and I should probably be heading home, too."

 

[ManlyUsername]

The water was jarringly cold in his overheated state. Dave gave himself a few tugs to clean himself off when suddenly another pair of hands was pulling at him. Dave gave an approving hum and returned Mariah's kiss enthusiastically, letting a hand drift up to fondle her breast. He stiffened slightly under her touch which surprised him. He would have thought he was completely spent.

"I enjoyed this, I want to fuck you again soon, so, don't be a stranger." Mariah said.

"Well if you give me about fifteen minutes." Dave replied, then laughed. "I want nothing more than to be inside you again. We will make this happen." He then gave her a playful swat on the ass, lacking any sting since it was underwater. "Let's go. The boss lady's probably getting anxious."

Once back on the boat he helped Mariah dry herself off as she had helped him, with no small amount of strictly unnecessary groping. He couldn't pass up one last chance to explore her perfect body. They both then quickly got dressed.

"Anchor, Mariah's got places to be, and I should probably be heading home, too."

"Yes mame! Let's get back to the dock. If you help me get her out of the water, maybe I can give you a ride?"

He let Hanna drive back to the dock, standing close behind her, speaking just loud enough to be heard by Hanna alone. "So Mariah says she wants to fuck me again." He said in a casual tone. "Why do I get the weird feeling you have a say in whether or not that happens?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Well if you give me about fifteen minutes," Dave said in response to Mariah saying she wanted to fuck him again in the future.

She only laughed, wriggling in the water as he touched her in sensitive areas. "Another day. Not today, silly."

They were soon on their way back across the reservoir with Hanna at the controls. Dave leaned over her, saying, "So Mariah says she wants to fuck me again. Why do I get the weird feeling you have a say in whether or not that happens?"

Hanna looked up with a devilish smirk and a shrug. "Why should I care who you cheat on your wife with?"

She looked back out to the water ahead of them and laughed. She said, "Maybe you should check your gallery on your phone. Might give you some direction on where you want to put your cock next."

 

[ManlyUsername]

What the fuck? He gave Hanna a quizzical look before fishing his phone out of his pocket.
“Oh Shit!” He began quickly scrolling through the half dozen images. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, scrolling back through the images again. “Oh shit” He lingered on a close up of her fingers in places where he wanted his to be. Where he wanted his cock to be. It responded quickly to the though.

His lips brushed her ear as he said in a lower voice. “You are such a fucking tease. You know what you’re s doing to me right?” To emphasize his point he pressed his groin into the small of her back, letting her feel just what she had accomplished. “I’ll also remind you, I tried to put it there first. Is this just another tease? Get me all wound up and then pull the carrot away again?”

He then glanced over to Mariah. “Although, the consolation prize was nothing to sneeze at.”

 

[CutiePie1997]

“Oh Shit!”

Hanna looked up at Dave as he scrolled through the up close and personal pics of her pussy she'd taken while he was making out with and groping her friend in the water.

“You are such a fucking tease," he whispered as she went back to navigating their way across the lake. "You know what you’re s doing to me right?”

The simple answer, of course, was yes.

She felt his erection pressed against her as he reminded her that he'd already asked to put it inside her once before. "Get me all wound up and then pull the carrot away again?”

Hanna laughed, learning to reach a hand to the man's crotch and grasp his cock solidly for a moment. "That's no carrot, Dave. I've had a carrot inside me, and that's no carrot."

She laughed as she went back to the boat, and he made his consolation prize remark about Mariah, who was leaning back in her seat and singing into the quickly passing air, happy as a lark. Hanna gave the sexy teen's curves and long legs -- considering her smaller height, anyway -- a long, lingering look and agreed with Dave, "Yes, she's quite a prize. I'm glad you, um ... took the prize. And so is she. I can tell."

Hanna slowed the boat as they approached the No Wake area, and a couple of minutes after that Dave had his truck and trailer at the Withdraw Only dock to pull the boat out.

Only problem was: the girls had vanished.

 

[ManlyUsername]

Dave sat in his truck, running his eyes across the docks and ramp for the dozenth time. He was seething. Granted, if he ever saw either of those two again they were dead. But they were not the primary target or his ire. He was.

He had seen every red flag. Predicted this very outcome. But somewhere along the line his dick had drowned out the voice in the back of his head. "FUCK!" He punched the roof of the truck, and then clutched hand to his chest. "Goddammit!", he hissed as the pain tore through his wrist. He moved it tentatively and another jolt shot through it. Of course. Sprained at the very least.

He ran through the list of cascading shitty circumstances the next few days held in store for him. First would be a trip to Urgent Care for his fucking wrist. That would be a couple hundred for the co-pay. The boat was gone. He held out no fantasies that he'd be getting that back. There were a million places they could take it out of the water. No doubt to a waiting trailer. He'd file a police report but that was almost pointless.

He still owed ten grand on the boat. Insurance would likely wriggle out from under covering it since it was lost due to his own negligence. Even if he got them to pay he'd never afford the increased insurance on another boat, since he could barely afford this one. Fuck. It was also bundled with his house and car insurance, so he was still gonna get fucked with higher premiums regardless of how it shook out. Well, getting fucked is what got you into this mess dumb-ass, so it's fitting.

He quickly flipped through the pictures on his phone. As expected she had been careful not to include their faces in any of the photos. Dave deleted them all and then tossed the phone to the floor of the passenger seat in frustration.

And then there was Stacey. He couldn't put off telling her the boat twas stolen for long. She would be pissed about the money. She'd be more pissed when he told her he wouldn't be replacing it. God knows how long she would lord this over him. Just one more fuck up she could bring up any time he didn't live up to her expectations.

Un-Fucking-Believable. With a growl he reached awkwardly over the steering wheel with his left hand to put his truck in gear, pulled out of the lot, and started what was going to be a long drive home.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Stacey was just coming out the front door of their home, dressed to the hilt, when her husband drove up and parked on the curb ... with an empty boat trailer. She only gave it a moment's thought, then continued on the sidewalk for her car as Dave got out to face her.

"Where's the boat, honey?" she asked with a casual tone, as if it weren't really that important. She didn't wait for his answer, instead launching into a spiel about how he only had 40 minutes to shower, shave, and dress for dinner. She gave him a hard glare when he didn't seem to know about what she was speaking. "The Johnsons. Dinner. Drinks. Schmoozing. Remember? They hold power of the deed to the property my girls club is trying to buy for the community garden. Hurry!"

She pressed the fob to unlock her Mercedes, explaining as she slipped inside, "I have to go to Melanie's to help her with picking out the wine. You know how hopeless she is about these things. 39 minutes and counting, honey. Chop chop!"

She fired up the small convertible, pressed the driver's side button window to lower it, and reminded him, "Don't forget the HOA rules about the boat trailer. Has to be in the driveway. Without a boat on it, you can get it in without me, right?"

She shot the little car out onto the street as the roof was retracting, and as she pushed it into drive and was shooting away, she called out one last question, "Where's the boat?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

"Where's the boat?"

"Gone!" Dave shot back. "38 minutes! Chop, Chop!" He then began impatiently waving at her to be on her way as he climbed back into his truck to pull the trailer in. He didn't bother to look to see what her reaction was.

Once the trailer was situated, he entered the house through the garage and tossed his keys on the counter. He took a moment to step into the Dining Room and pour himself a rather large shot of scotch out of the crystal decanter he wasn't supposed to use because 'it looks nicer when it's full'. Dave hated scotch but it was the strongest thing in the house.

The cupboard above the kitchen sink contained a small plastic tub filled with vitamins, allergy medicine, tums, etc. He pulled out the bottle of Tylenol. Looked at it a moment. Then tossed it back in and pulled out a prescription bottle from the back. Leftovers from the Oxycontin prescription he got when he'd thrown out his back last year. He tossed two of the pills in his mouth and downed the remainder of the scotch in one gulp.

He then walked over to the fridge, pulled a beer from the door and headed upstairs. Once under the hot spray of the shower he cracked open the beer and took a big swig. He wasn't facing the Johnson's sober. Not after the day he had just had.

The clock told him he only had about 15 minutes once he stepped out of the shower, the painkillers and alcohol making his head feel heavy and fuzzy. He dug around under the sink until he found an ace bandage for his wrist, then proceeded to get dressed in one of the expensive grey wool suits Stacey had picked out for him.

When he got around to the tie, he quickly gave up and simply hung it over his shoulders. Stacey would have to tie it for him.

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: You didn't give Dave a surname. I picked Carlson. Home you don't mind.)

"Oh, he can be absolutely hopeless sometimes," Stacey joked to Robert and Clarice after the greetings had been completed and she'd told the influential couple that they'd been late because Dave needed help with his tie. Having heard the rumors that the Robertson's were ... what was the delicate term ... sexually modern, Stacey leaned in and whispered to the pair, "I'd say I married a little boy if it weren't that he was neither little nor a boy, if you know what I mean."

Thankfully, both of them enjoyed the racy and somewhat inappropriate comment, laughing and calling Stacey their own versions of her being a bad girl. Robert told Dave he had boating people to whom he wanted to introduce him, and Clarice took Stacey's arm to introduce her to others on the property acquisition committee.

But before she separated from her husband, Stacey leaned in close to him and growled in whisper, "I am not happy with you right now. Keep that in mind."

When she'd gotten home with the bottles of wine, she'd found Dave teetering near the wet bar, intoxicated on pain killers and booze. She despised driving to community events, her traditional attitudes and values dictating that the man drove and then opened the door for the woman upon arrival. This time, she'd had to do both, fearing that if she didn't have Dave's hand walking up the long path to the upper middle income Robertson home, that his trip on something and end up in the bushes.

Still, seeing him like this kinda turned her on as well. She'd learned early in their dating era that Dave had more stamina in the sack when he'd downed a couple of drinks, and -- despite those traditional attitudes and values -- she wanted so badly to drag him off to some remote room in the huge house and have her husband bend her over a couch or window seat.

Of course, she wouldn't. Such excessively erotic interaction just wasn't in her wheelhouse. No, instead, they'd finish up here, return to their own bed, assume their standard positions, and -- if Stacey was lucky and Dave's blood was stick flooded with alcohol -- she might get more than just her one-hit orgasm before going off to the bathroom to shower for a good night's sleep.

"Be good," were the last words she growled at him before she walked off with Clarice.

Robert was about to take Dave away when he shot a surprised expression and wave toward the door, then excused himself to go great an unexpected guest. "I'll be right back with you, David. I'm excited to talk boats with you. I've never owned one, but ... well, we'll talk about it later."

The home owner was gone only a few seconds before there was a clinking sound on the glass topped counter next to Dave: his boat keys with the very familiar floating fob had been tossed onto the surface ... by none other than Hanna.

"Hello there, Mister Carlson" she said, an evil smirk on her now painted lips. "I see you met my Godfather, Robert."

Hanna was nicely dressed in a black skirt that reached barely to mid-thigh and hugged her ass as well as her skiing bottoms had; a black and red vest that rode high enough to show off her hourglass figure; and a thin, lacy, silk blouse that left no doubt at all that her bosom was once again unbridled and free to move about.

Glancing about for prying eyes, she inconspicuously opened her vest just enough to show that the semi-sheer fabric did indeed leave her nipples well displayed when not hidden behind the outer layer of cloth. She whispered, "Did you miss them? I mean ... me?"

 

[ManlyUsername]

He felt like he was in his underwear and he was late for his American History final. But the stairs to the third floor somehow led him to the basement. Only he wasn't asleep, and this wasn't a dream. Still, her presence here refused to sync with the rest of his reality. It didn't help that he still felt like he was experiencing the world from beneath a wet blanket right now, with all of his senses slightly dulled.

She looked stunning. But all he could think about was wrapping his hands around her pretty little neck. The keys sat there on the counter and he had the sudden irrational fear that they might disappear any moment. His hands flashed out to snatch them up and he was rewarded with a stabbing pain in his wrist for his forgetfulness.

The pain very quickly subsided into a dull throb that just made it through the haze. He closed his eyes for a moment. His face felt hot, and he could feel a bead of sweat on his forehead. The nerve of this bitch. He opened his eyes and prepared to lay into her when he remembered where he was.

Robert stood there. That vapid grin on his face. You boring fuck. "Bob! Can I call you Bob?" He didn't wait for an answer. "You want to know about boats, this is your girl right here." He waved his drink in Hanna's direction. "Taught me a thing or two… about boats. Ha! Boats. You know what my uncle Earl used to say about boats." His gaze turned toward Hanna, and though his voice remained jovial the look in his eyes was cold. "They're a lot like whores. Holes you dump money into. They're fun the first couple times you take em for a ride, but next thing you know you got a bad case of barnacles and, and"

His voice trailed off. He had thought he had been going somewhere with his biting analogy but it slipped away from him. Or was it a metaphor? His head felt heavy. He looked back up at 'Bob'. "But hey, uncle Earl was kind of a Prick so, you know..." Once again he looked at Hanna and both his look and his voice were cold this time "so...Fuck Him

 

[CutiePie1997]

Hanna caught Dave's flinch and grimace, then caught sight of the write wrap around his wrist. She wondered about it and was about to ask, when her Godfather Robert stepped up and began singing her praises about boats.

Dave's joke got a look of surprise from Bob, who looked to Hanna with an expression that said he feared Dave had offended her. But she smiled wide and responded, "Boats! Another thing...? You gotta get'em wet if you're gonna have any fun with them."

Robert's mouth fell open at language he'd never heard from his Goddaughter ... and then the two of them burst out in laughter with one another. Dave added his comment about Uncle Earl being a Prick, and Hanna told the party's host, "I think our guest needs some fresh air. Maybe I'll take him out and introduce him to Hans."

"Oh my, you have to meet Hans," Robert was telling Dave with joy. He explained that the man was a chef at a four star German restaurant. He shooed Hanna and Dave off, saying, "Go! Go! But don't eat too many of those sausages, 'cause you'll have to let out your pants."

Hanna took Dave's elbow by its crook and turned him toward the back of the house, saying quietly, "If you want, I can explain about your boat -- which, by the way, is safe and secure -- or we can just go find a quiet, isolated location ... and I can suck your cock. Totally your call."

 

[ManlyUsername]

"You gotta get'em wet if you're gonna have any fun with them."

Dave's eyes narrowed. She was mocking him. And now this pretentious prick was laughing at him too. She seemed totally unfazed by his thinly veiled insults which, in his inebriated state, Dave was unaware had just sounded like a crude attempt at humor by someone half in the bag. And Bob. Oh wait, Robert. Was Dave just some kind of joke to him?

Hanna offered to take him outside, which set Bigwig Bob prattling on about...sausages? Somehow he had lost the thread of the conversation again. But if Hanna wanted to go outside that was fine by Dave. It would give him a chance to grab her by her skinny little neck, pin her against the wall… helpless…that short little skirt riding up her legs.

Dave pinched his fingers over his eyes for a second, as he tried to shake the image that had derailed his train of thought out of his head. He needed fresh air. His boat! He needed this little bitch to tell him where his boat was. "Yeah. Fresh air." Dave agreed fuzzily.

"If you want, I can explain about your boat…"

The casual way she mentioned it had Dave seeing red, and the rest of what she said was just noise lost in his internal rant. Oh trust me, your gonna tell me what you did with my fucking boat! Was this the part where she hit him up for money? Ransom his boat back to him so she and her little slut friend could buy drugs or whatever.

He was aware of their hips rubbing against each other as Hanna led him by the arm. Dave was embarrassed to realize he was tipsy enough to make the assistance justified. But pissed that part of him was still aroused by being this close to her.

Focus Dave. What had she said? Explain about the boat. Right. "Yeah. Let's find some place quiet and you do that. "

 

[CutiePie1997]

Unaware that Dave's hazy mind hadn't heard the second half of the this-or-that offer, Hanna turned altered their course toward a hallway that led to many of the huge homes rooms that weren't supposed be be occupied by partygoers.

But before they could reach the passage, who would step into their path? The woman stuck her hand out to Hanna, saying with a polite smile, "Hello, there. I'm Stacey ... Dave's wife. And you are?"

Hanna had seen the tall blonde earlier, of course, but now she looked Stacey up and down with an obvious ogle and said with awe, "My God, you're gorgeous!"

Stacey looked stunned, unsure of how to respond, but Hanna only continued, "My Uncle Bob told me you were beautiful and sophisticated, and Mister Carlson said he would introduce me to you, if we could find you in this crowd. He said we'd probably find you surrounded by men who wished they were your husband."

Stacey stared for a moment, confused and unsure of whether or not she'd just been complimented or ... or what? The whispers about how the Robert and Clarice Robertson had an open sex life filled her mind again. Simultaneously, Stacey found herself wondering whether this girl was hinting that other men here would be trying to make a lust connection or whether this girl had already made on with Dave.

No ... no, now way, he wouldn't do that, even buzzed like he is, Stacey told herself with full confidence. In her mind, Dave was the most sexually satisfied man on the planet. Sure, she faked most of her own orgasms, but not because he couldn't get her off. No, once she'd satisfied Dave and reminded him of the great choice he'd made in marrying her, Stacey normally let him drift off to sleep, happy and sated. That was her duty as his wife.

Her own orgasm was secondary to that. Besides, once he was asleep like a baby, she could always sneak off to the bathroom and finish herself if she needed. She didn't do that often, though. Knowing that she'd driven Dave to the heights of sexual euphoria was often enough for her. His cumming was her victory, not her cumming as well.

Hanna shoved her free right hand out, introducing, "Hi, I'm Hanna. Robert Robertson is my Godfather. I call him Uncle Bob, though."

Stacey took the younger woman's hand, still looking a bit taken aback. She looked to her husband for some sort of response.

 

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Like a rabbit faced with a potential predator Dave's brain apparently decided the best course of action was to freeze and pretend he wasn't there. His addled brain stumbled for explanations as Hanna made her rather forward introduction. After a moment the two women were shaking hands and Stacey was staring at him pointedly. Only then did he realize he was still arm in arm with Hanna. That wasn't totally weird was it? A little old fashioned maybe? Dave patted Hanna's hand in his best attempt at a purely friendly gesture and pulled his arm loose.

"Yeah! So. Stacey!" Dave gestured towards his wife like he was showing Hanna a used car. "This is her!" Dave turned sideways so he was standing between them, just slightly to Stacey’s left, Hanna’s right. “Bob. Good ole uncle Bob! Oh sorry, Robert.” he said with slightly exaggerated formality. He took another step toward Stacey and put his hand on the small of her back . At least that’s what he tried to do.

Just then, the floor decided to pitch slightly forward, upsetting his balance and he had to catch himself on his wife. Instead of gracefully landing on her back, his hand slid inside the plunging backline of Stacey’s dress coming to rest on her hip. Stacey glared at him and he whispered, “Sorry, I’m still a little tipsy. Anyway, Robert had nothing but good things to say about you.”

Dave’s hand still rested on her hip. Her naked hip? Dave slid his hand discreetly, at least as far as he could tell, up and down slightly. No Waistband. Stacey wasn’t wearing any underwear. His rational brain was still screaming at him that he should be terrified that these two women were talking to each other, but his pervy lizard brain was having an easier time detailing with the painkillers and soon drowned it out. Stacey wasn’t wearing any underwear. That was pretty hot. He stole a glance toward Hanna and couldn’t help wondering what was under her skirt.

He had been in the middle of a sentence. What was he saying? Oh yeah. He looked back at Stacey who was doing her best to maintain a polite smile for Hanna’s benefit. “Couldn’t shut up about you.” And then he couldn’t resist himself. Dave let his hand slide off her hip and onto the cheek of her ass. “You know Stacey, I think Robert might have a bit of a crush on you.” and he spread his fingers and gave it a good squeeze. Hanna couldn’t see what his hand was up to, but Dave had not counted on the little squeal of surprise from Stacey as she rose up momentarily on her toes.