'The one absolutely surefire way, ' I think, 'to drive my wife into a sexual frenzy would be to: a) take her out in a rowboat at night; b) start exploring her body and kissing her; c) suck her tits and play with her pussy; d) fuck like crazy.'
This keeps going through my head as I stand on the shore watching my boss push away from the dock and start rowing. His nearly naked body moves smoothly back and forth as he pulls on the oars. His legs are spread wide and, yes, there is my wife between his legs, sitting so close her ass must be touching his crotch. As the boat pulls out of the pool of light cast by the single bulb on the dock I can see her hands gliding up and down his bare thighs.
Now I can just make out the outline of the boat. And now it has been completely swallowed up by the night. All that is left is the splash of the oars entering the water and the squeak of wood on metal as he continues rowing. It's amazing how the sound carries across the water through the night. As the boat moves farther out into the lake the sound almost makes it seem that they are still right there, just outside the circle of light cast from the dock.
'How can this be happening to me?' I anguish. Only this morning I loved my wife and she loved me. Now she has gone with him, and I don't know if I'll ever get her back. The knot in the pit of my stomach swells up my throat, and I am aching with the need to cry.
I listen once again for the sound of the oars. So long as he is rowing he can't be touching her, and they won't be kissing. Yes, the sound is still there, but I know with a sense of dread that it will surely stop.
There ... it stops quite suddenly. Not as if they were too far away to be heard, but as if, and only as if, he had stopped rowing. I know without a doubt what that means. He is running his hands up and down my love's back and sides, echoing the way she has been rubbing her hands on his thighs. Why had she been taunting him so? She must have known it would drive him insane.
How could I have let this happen? Indeed, how could I have been so stupid as to have triggered it myself? My first mistake was in even accepting his invitation to come up here to his cabin for the weekend. And then the idiotic thing I did tonight, which seemed so innocent at the time. We were playing Hearts, the three of us, and I won. The house rules for the evening were that the winner of one game picked the next one. I was having trouble coming up with anything, and finally just blurted out "poker".
But back to the boat. Still no sound from out there in the water. By now he must be kissing the back of her neck, and rubbing his hands over her belly. Feelings of desire must already be flooding through her, and I imagine her clutching his thighs convulsively while pressing her back against his chest. She has no objection as he moves his hands up to explore the front of her tube top. She might even be whispering, 'Yes George, yes.'
George had found a box of poker chips, and we had agreed we would start with 50 points each and play until someone ran out. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. No one breathed a word about strip poker, though looking back I'll bet George was thinking about it. I know it crossed my mind briefly. I wonder, could the thought also have come into my wife's mind? Yet there was no sign of danger, none at all until that last hand.
Oh, how I wish I could hear something out there! What are they doing? No, I don't need to ask that; I know what they are doing. My honey's head has started swiveling back and forth with the intensity of her feelings. Now she has turned it to the side and is rubbing her cheek against his lips. A low breathy moan escapes her lips as he slides his hands inside her tube top. She twists sideways in the boat so she can kiss him full on the mouth. Soon their tongues are making love, stroking each other and pumping into each other's mouths. His hands are driving her wild as he plays with her nipples. She yanks her tube top up under her armpits, exposing her breasts to him.
She was almost out of chips, but she started bidding wildly. I dropped out, but George kept raising. Finally he topped the last three red chips she had in front of her, and she wailed: "NO! You can't do this to me. This is the best hand I have ever had! Take back one of your chips so I can match you, please!" But he shook his head.
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