Chapter 3

Harry Johnson started, and wondered what had waked him from the half- sleep he had fallen into. Then he felt a firm hand gently caressing his belly, fingertips running a ring around the tops of his bathing trunks, occasionally a long, cool finger darting under the elastic band and entwining itself playfully with his thick pubic hair. He lay for a moment with his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure as he felt the experienced fingers bring his slumbering loins to life.

Opening one eye, he looked at his wife, Kate, who was kneeling with her back to him, one hand playing a gentle tattoo on his belly, the other beginning to snake its way into the warm space up between his powerful, hairy thighs. Suddenly he sat up, grabbing her hand and forcing it under his bathing trunks to where his expectant cock lay waiting, his other hand slipping around under his wife's arm and squeezing one of her heavy, pear- shaped breasts with surprising violence.

"Caught you!"

"Oww!" Kate cried, startled by the suddenness of his move and the pressure his hand was exerting on her tender nipple, which he was rubbing painfully against the top of her scanty two-piece bathing suit.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," he teased, as he took his hand from her breast. "I thought I was being attacked by the Sunday night rapist."

"You bastard," Kate said quietly. "I try to be nice to you..."

Harry lifted the short brown hair at the back of his wife's slender neck, and ran his mouth soothingly over her nakedly exposed shoulders. He nuzzled the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and playfully nipped the suntanned flesh of her tapering back with his lips.

"Am I forgiven?" he mumbled, running a hand along the inside of her warmly fleshed thigh.

Kate quivered with pleasure, and moaned just audibly that he was. She gave his awakening cock a last caress, and removed her hand from his trunks.

"That's enough for now," she said. "I just came up to bring you a drink."

"You know something, baby? It's never 'enough for now'. Not for me." Harry leaned over and took the tumbler of bourbon and water from her, and swinging his feet off the seat, sat up and took a long drink. He sighed with satisfaction. "Umm, that's good." He motioned his wife to come sit beside him, making room for her on the seat.

"I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth."

Kate looked at him, and laughed as she said, "Harry, you are the most transparent man I ever met. You get that 'I want to ask you something' tone of voice, and it only means one thing." She looked up the deck to where Lynn Shaffer lay innocently sleeping. "Well, she is pretty, I'll say that much for her." There was just a trace of jealousy in Kate's voice.

Harry chuckled. "And you are the most perceptive woman in the world. And the most understanding." He leaned over and gave a small kiss on her forehead. "Any other wife in the world would have her husband's head off if he came to her and asked if she minded if he laid some other broad."

Kate looked at her husband and forced a smile. "Would you be able to keep your great big paws off that girl if I minded?"

Harry started to protest, and then stopped and let out a hearty laugh. "Well, honey, I'll say this... I haven't had very much luck with that in the past."

"Well then," she said, again forcing her face into an approving smile. "I guess that settles it."