Neighborhood Chronicles AU - The Weekend at the Cabin - PART 4 (Patreon)

Saturday

The sizzle of the bacon was a pleasant distraction from the moans that drifted through the open space to Bill’s ears. He wasn’t sure whose they were. Did they belong to his wife? To Stacy? Was it Jack? Did it matter?

Bill grit his teeth, pushing the bacon around the pan, the grease splashing slightly and stinging his arms. But he didn’t notice the sting. The moans were far more painful and arousing than a little bit of popping grease. HIs stomach and heart were twisting with the paradox of pain and fear and desire. It was impossible to fully explain. How did you even begin to talk about how seeing and knowing someone was fucking your wife and that it made you burn with rage and yet that same fire was a burning desire to watch? To see. To experience.

He’d already seen so much. Their anniversary had been… intense. Eye opening. Sickening and so sweet. And Bill knew deep down he wanted it again. They’d been playing this game for weeks now. Longer. Since his birthday. That first time with Jack. A long and winding path to… whatever this was.

Cuckolding.

No sense in beating around the bush. Bill was a cuckold. Once that would have felt embarrassing. Shameful. But after this morning, there were still bumps, but he was feeling more confident. Not settled. Not yet. And maybe he never would be. How could anyone ever become comfortable with a dynamic like this?

Maybe that was the point. Constant alert. Adrenaline. Discomfort. Your mind on fire, sharp with desire and fear, always in that heightened sense of awareness. How would he be tormented? Tortured. Teased. What would he see? How far could he go? Would he go? What about Amber? Would she push him to depths and distances he never dreamed? Would she dangle sexual indulgences before him only to pull them away? Deny him satisfaction?

Did he want to be denied?

If the erection in Bill’s pants was any indication, the answer was yes.

He put the crispy strips onto a plate and continued making breakfast. Eggs. Toast. He sat it all on the dining table where he’d witnessed Amber and Stacy giving Jack elegant and naughty attention. Bill simultaneously reveled in the memory and tried to push it aside. Living in a constant paradox was exhausting and so he went to pour himself another cup of coffee.

The squeak of the bathroom door made him stiffen and splash some of the still hot brew onto his hand. He gasped, shaking the burning feeling away.

A soft hand took his, and began to blow on the reddened area. Amber. Holding her husband’s hands and picking up a tea towel, dabbing at his hand. “Are you okay? Do you need some ice?” Her voice was angel soft, her breath warm and tender. The way her eyes looked up at Bill was with the utmost love and concern.

“I…no I’m… fine.” He muttered. It took him a second to finally move his eyes past his wife’s face to see she was completely naked. Her skin was smooth and soft, a light shine of sweat and… something else maybe…

Amber took a step back and gave Bill a sweet, innocent smile. Her hair was mussed, damp. But she was beautiful. Breasts swollen, areolas pink from attention. Between her legs, Bill could see slick moisture, her pussy puffy pink from Stacy’s mouth and fingers and no doubt Jack’s cock.

“Like what you see?” She cocked a hip, breasts bouncing lightly and her smile playful.

Bill chuckled. “You know I do.”

Taking a step forward, Amber slipped her arms around Bill’s neck, up onto her toes and gave him a soft kiss. “Good. Breakfast smells amazing, honey. Thanks for making it while we had our fun.”

He cringed slightly. Fun. Fun that he wasn’t involved in. And yet… he had played a part, hadn’t he? He’d made breakfast for them.

Amber’s hand cupped Bill’s chin. “Hey. Talk to me.” Her voice was soft but serious.

“I… uh, it’s nothing.”

“Bill. We have to be honest. No secrets. If there’s ever anything bothering you, you have to say something. Even if you think it might upset me” There was real concern in her eyes, her hands finding Bill’s cheeks and holding him tight.

He took a moment, eyes looking into his wife’s and seeing the genuine love she had for him. His hands found her hips, the swell and rise of them leading equally to her beautiful ass and smooth plump labia. She was his once. But now… now she belonged to others, too. Jack and Stacy. Others? Would it stop with just Jack?

She was up on her toes again and kissing him. “Bill. Honey. Talk to me.”

“This is hard.” He finally whispered.

Amber’s hand went to Bill’s crotch and gently cupped his erection. “That’s obvious. But I’m thinking you’re not talking about one of my favorite things, huh?” She smiled, her attempt to lighten the mood admirable.

Bill chuckled with her. “Yeah, well, maybe not your favorite anymore?” He wasn’t sure why he said that, maybe he was just trying to torture himself.

Amber’s hand slipped into Bill’s pants and gripped hold of his cock. “Yours is my favorite. Mine. No matter what I may say when we are playing, you and you alone are my favorite.” She gave him another kiss. “But…” Her lips curled evilly. “Your’s isn’t nearly enough to satisfy me.” Her teeth nipped at his lip. “Now… talk to me.”

He sighed. The twisted sentiments had him hard, throbbing in his wife’s warm hand. “I love you.” His forehead touched hers. “I’m just scared. I know… maybe we keep going in circles. Talking about the same thing over and over. But… going down this path. It’s dark. It’s twisted. Dangerous. I trust you. And I think we can trust Jack… mostly. And Stacy is a given. But… If you ask about trusting myself… I’ve been standing here making breakfast while you got your brains fucked out…”

She caressed a finger through her slick folds and held up the sticky dripping finger. “He came inside me.” Her whisper was husky.

A shiver ran through Bill. Jealousy and rage battling for supremacy.

“I want to strangle that fat asshole,” Bill stared at his wife’s dripping fingers. Gripping her hips. His heart was pounding.

“He gagged me with his cock.” She stared him right in the eyes, heat and sin like molten steel. A blade sliding into Bill’s gut, turning and twisting. It was pain but pleasure. “Fucked it like he owned it… because he does.” She leaned in close and licked along Bill’s neck. “You really wanna hurt him?” His wife’s hand was stroking his cock while she took the other that was slick with Jack’s cum and her juices and wickedly touched it to her husband’s lips.

Bill cringed. The idea that he was tasting not just his wife but her lover… it made his stomach churn. Bile in his throat and blood coursing through his cock, making it painfully hard.

“I hate seeing him fuck you.” He growled, nails digging into her ass.

“You love it.” She hissed and traced her finger along his lip, pulling it down and then letting it bounce back up playfully. “Say it… cuck. Say you love it.”

He was panting. Throbbing. Seeing red. “I…I love it. I hate that I love it.” 

She was purring now, “Mmm, just as long as you love it. Love letting me get fucked like I deserve.” Now she started pushing down Bill’s boxers. “Take these off cucky. Your wife wants to play.”

Bill groaned and let his underwear fall to the floor, his member exposed and purple with its anger and need.

“Fuck.” Amber whispered. “Your cock is so pretty, honey.” She lifted up a leg, leaned in and let her warm lips press it and sandwich it between his stomach and her lips. “Mmmm fuck so warm and hard.” With an elegant grace, Amber moved against him, letting her mound press around him, up and down with soft slick motions. “Feel that Billy? Hmmm. Can you feel how wet I am? How hot and sticky Jack made me? I’ll bet you can even feel some of his cum leaking out. He cums so much honey. So deep. I’ll be dripping for a week after this weekend.” She giggled.

Bill gripped the counter and leaned back, watching what little he could see of his wife’s smooth cunt running along his shaft. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, that Amber had given him a pussy job.

Amber was drunk on sex. On euphoria. She wrapped her arms around Bill’s neck and pressed her lips to his throat, sucking gently. It didn’t take long to make her mark along his neck. “Mine.” She whispered, then smashed her pussy against his cock head, making him grunt as he felt her oily dew dripping down his shaft. “Did you know… that the first time Jack took me, the first time he slid that magnificent superior cock into my needy little married pussy, I was giving him a pussy job a lot like this.” She arched and moved so she was sliding down till her lips pressed against his balls and then moved back up.

“I couldn’t resist. He was sin, tempting, and I had to give in. I had to have him inside me, Bill. But you know that now. You know it all. How I need that stretch. Need to be filled. And only he can do it.” She sucked the skin along his collarbone, teeth biting and leaving deep red marks. “But you want to know something else?”

Bill was unable to stop his deep guttural groan and the feeling of pre-cum leaking all over his wife’s smooth mound.

“I want you too. Always. I burn for you.” She moved so their eyes were mere inches apart. “Jack will never be half the man you really are. The courage it takes to share me. To watch my pussy get fucked, licked, filled up with other men. With someone like Jack. The fat lard of a man with a thick fat dick that matches his personality. Watching that lowly man make me fucking scream.” She licked along Bill’s throat. “I’m a woman with needs, Bill. You meet all the ones I need to be a fulfilled woman. But Jack fills the primal needs.”

A fire was burning inside Bill’s stomach, between his legs. His balls were tight as he felt the velvet slick warmth of his wife’s pussy moving up and down his length. Pressing him between her pussy and his stomach. It was heavenly torture.

“There will be plenty of time for love honey.” Amber whispered, kissing along Bill’s jaw. Around his lips. Never quite sealing their mouths together. Only teasing. “This weekend, Evil Amber needs her due. She wants primal heat and sweat and sex. And let’s be very, very honest, Bill.” She pressed herself harder against her husband, pussy lips smashed around him, clit teasing his tip. “You can’t measure up to Jack in that department.”

Shame, anger, embarrassment, and boiling arousal twisted in Bill’s chest, and he burst. His cum shot up between his and Amber’s stomach. Gooey and thick, and warm. Pumping up and shooting like a geyser, making Amber’s stomach drip with sticky semen.

He groaned, the release pleasurable but also somewhat humiliating. Which only added to the pleasure. It was becoming a twisted tale of pushing and pulling and contradicting emotions that Bill was still having a hard time figuring out.

“Mmmmmm.” Amber wrapped her arms around Bill’s neck, smiling and looking down at his cum dripping and sticking between their stomachs. “Mmmm, you’re so easy to excite. This weekend is going to be so… hard for you, isn’t it, hon?”

Bill panted, coming down from his sudden ejaculation. “I… I think I’ll manage…” He panted.

Amber kissed his nose and then his lips softly. “I know you can. And will. And it’ll be worth it. I promise. Because when you get me home after all of this…” She pulled back and looked into her husband’s eyes with pure sincerity. “You’re going to fuck me, Bill. And I mean FUCK. Love will be for later. You’re going to reclaim me. Do you understand? You’re the center of all this. My world. And though Jack and Stacy are going to have me this weekend, you’re the one that keeps this all together. That keeps me rooted and stable. You’re my safety. The one I know I can return to for peace.”

They held onto each other for a moment. Quietly taking each other’s presents in. Listening to breathing. Feeling each other. Until finally Amber peeled herself away from Bill, the stickiness of his cum stretching between them.

“Now. Why don’t you go get a shower, honey. Jack and Stacy should be coming out any minute, and we want to enjoy some breakfast before we go out on the lake today.” Amber patted Bill’s shoulders. “That’ll give you some alone time today. Read a book. Take a nap. Whatever.”

“Um… so… I’m not invited to… to join you on the lake?” Bill swallowed hard, trying to hold back his jealousy and pulsing arousal.

Amber gave him a mischievous grin. “Of course not Bill. Some things aren’t meant to be enjoyed by a little cuck like you.” With a heated wink, she turned away, ass bouncing as she went to the table to enjoy her morning breakfast.

…

Bill stood in the shower, letting the warm water wash away the evidence of his ejaculation from his stomach. Hands on the wall, keeping himself up and just watching the water swirl around and disappear into the drain.

Emotions were still raging. Twisting. The constant push and pull of his jealousy and desire were giving him emotional and psychological whiplash. One second he wanted this. He wanted to drown in it, in the humiliation and deviancy. The next he hated it all and wanted to beat Jack to a pulp, move him and Amber away to some far away place and start over.

It was exhausting.

Bill slid down and sat on the shower floor and tilted his head back letting the spray slap against him. It was annoying and comforting. Another paradox. Two things at once vying for dominance.

A soft knock on the shower door made Bill jump. The door slid open slightly, Amber peeking in. “Bill? Honey? Aren’t you hungry? You’ve been in here for like… a half hour.”

Bill blinked and looked down at his hands. They were prunes. Wrinkled. So were his feet. How long had he just been sitting? Time had just… sped by.

Amber reached in and turned off the shower, pulled the door fully open and holding a towel beckoned her husband to come out. Bill got up, suddenly feeling the numbness in his limbs, as if he’d been sitting in a hot tub for an hour. He felt limp and dizzy. Amber caught him, wrapping the towel around him, the fluffy softness of it helping chase away the odd numb feeling tingling through his limbs. Amber rubbed him, drying him off quickly and efficiently, scrubbing his hair dry and smiling sweetly at him like she was ruffling the hair of a child and not a full grown man.

Tossing the now damp towel aside, Amber took Bill’s hand and led him back into the room. On the bed there was a tray that had a plate of eggs and bacon and a cup of coffee. Like he was some sort of hospital patient, Amber brought him to the bed, got him settled and tucked him in, then put the try on his lap. “Eat.” She ordered, ruffling his still damp hair and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead before she left the room.

Bill lay, slowly nibbling at his food and sipping his coffee listening to the silence. Every other moment, he expected to hear screams of pleasure or cries of ecstasy. But all he heard was the soft sound of trees rustling outside. A far off lapping of waves against the lake shore. It wasn’t long before Amber slipped back into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She had a beach bag on her shoulder, still naked and unashamed, she turned back to Bill and grinned wide.

“We are gonna go and have an afternoon on the lake.” She started, coming towards Bill and putting her bag on the bed. Her beautiful tits swayed and ass jiggled as she moved, all deliberate and exaggerated for her husband’s viewing benefit. “But before we head out, Stacy and Jack are making some sandwiches and packing the cooler. We are probably gonna be out there till the early evening.”

Amber started rummaging in her bag. “That means you’re going to be on your own most of the day.” She paused and looked up at him. “That okay?” It was an honest question.

Could he actually protest? Should he test it? Test if she’d actually listen to him? They agreed on honesty. And this was all still new, but Amber had made it clear that she wanted Bill to enjoy this, and if it was going to upset him, then he should speak up. Be a man. Tell her how he was feeling.

His wife waited patiently, meeting Bill’s gaze.

“It’s…okay,” he finally said, sighing and holding his coffee as if it were some protective talisman. “I’m jealous. And I’m still struggling. But I think you should go have fun. But…”

“Oh? There’s a butt?” Amber grinned and turned, flashing her ass and giving her bouncing cheek a little smack.

Bill laughed. “Yeah. There’s a but. I want… you need to tell me everything.”

Amber leaned forward, breasts swaying. She pushed them together between her upper arms and grinned wickedly at Bill. “Oh, I’ll tell you in great detail about my lovely afternoon on the lake. You can count on that.”

Their smiles matched and eyes locked, the wickedness softening to comfortable love. “I know this is a struggle. It is for me too.” Amber admits, going back to looking through her bag. “That’s why I thought I’d give you a private treat before I leave you here to your imagination.”

A tangle of strings and small patches of material emerged from Amber’s bag. After a moment of struggle, she managed to untangle the strings and laid out three different swimsuits, each scandalous in their own way. There was a lustful, mischievous twinkle in Amber’s eye as she laid out the outfits. “You get to choose what I wear out on the boat for Jack.”

Bill groaned, staring at what amounted to maybe a square foot of actual material that may or may not cover his wife’s intimates. It was exquisite torture. To know whatever she wore, wouldn’t be for him. It would be for Jack’s enjoyment. And then there was whatever Stacy would wear, which Bill knew would be just as outlandish.

Amber picked up the first suit. “How about this?” The suit was a sunshine yellow cross thong g-string monokini. Two strips of barely two inch wide material created a lowercase T that would cover just the barest amount of Amber’s breasts, stretch down over her torso and cover her pussy, while becoming thin strings in the back to be tied. It had a collar that would wrap around the neck to keep the top up. The cloth looked thin and stretchy, no doubt semi-transparent when worn. That meant if it got wet, it would become completely see through revealing her nipples and pussy mound clearly.

She dangled the suit in front of Bill, grinning, then tossed it back on the bed and picked up the next one. “Or… we could go this route, and before you even try to think this is more conservative, take a really close look.” Her voice was full of seductive teasing.

The next suit looked like a one piece made of shiny dark pink metallic material. It would clearly cover her backside and front well enough, though probably very tightly. But the longer Bill looked, the more he realized the scandal. There were no bra cups. It would leave her chest on full display as it threaded between her tits and tied around her neck. The crotch area was very slim and if Bill imagined it on his wife, he knew it would just barely cover her slit and leave her mound puffing out on either side.

By the way he sucked in a breath when he realized made Amber grin in satisfaction as she lay it next to the yellow cross suit. Finally, she picked up the last. It was thin straps and chains. Bill couldn’t quite make sense of it. And then Amber held it up against her naked body to help him picture how it would look and Bill’s jaw dropped. The chains would frame her breasts and nothing more. It would descend down the middle of her stomach to the bottom portion that would frame her pussy. However, the bottoms didn’t circle around like regular swimsuits or panty bottoms. Instead, it ended in a thick, one inch golden buttplug.

Bill realized this suit was an anal plug suit. In order to hold the suit in place, Amber would have to insert the plug into her ass and the top would be secured around her neck and back by small chains. It would hide nothing. Her tits would be completely exposed just like they were now. Her pussy covered only by the thinnest jeweled chain that would frame her mound and nestle along her slit before joining to the plug.

Amber shook it playfully, letting it jingle and the plug swayed like a pendulum.

“Fuck.” Bill lay back against the headboard.

His wife was giggling as she put down the chain-link anal bikini. “Well? What would my husband like me to wear?”

“You’re such a bitch.” He groaned with a laugh.

Amber let out a deep belly laugh and crawled up on the bed, nestling down next to Bill, head on his shoulder. “I’m your bitch.”

Bill’s arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and kissed the top of her head. “What’s Stacy going to wear?”

“Why? Is that gonna influence your decision?” Her hand came to rest on Bill’s chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat.

“Guess not. Doesn’t matter does it? You’re both going to be on display. Probably won’t even keep your suits on longer than a minute.”

“No Bill, are you calling me and Stacy sluts?” She looked up at him with that evil grin Bill was growing to love and hate in equal measure.

“Maybe.”

“Well, you’re right. But we aren’t your sluts. We are Jack’s sluts. So watch your mouth.” She sat up, patting Bill’s chest. “Now, if you want to catch a glimpse of me in one of these suits, then you need to make a choice now, because I’m gonna change and get ready. We are planning to leave in the next half hour.” Slipping off the bed, she stepped back to where she’d laid out the suit choices and stood with her hands on her hips, facing Bill and waiting patiently.

Bill’s eyes went to the various suits and he struggled. A part of him wanted to see all of them. Each exposing and displaying his wife’s assets in different ways. But he was only going to get one choice. One chance. Maybe she’d wear the others later or another time back at home. But right now he had to make a decision, and his eyes drifted towards the one piece. He couldn’t exactly explain why, but the idea of so much coverage but also complete exposure of his wife’s tits was attractive at the moment.

Amber saw where her husband’s eyes went and her smile widened. Picking up the shimmering material, she dangled it by her finger. “Good choice. Though that means I’m going to have to make sure Jack puts plenty of suntan oil on my tits.” She spun away and swayed her hips walking towards the bathroom to put on the suit.

“Are you serious? You’re not going to put it on in front of me?” Bill questioned.

Amber chuckled. “I can’t let you have too much fun, Bill. You’re a cuck after all. A little denial is good for you.” With that, she shut the bathroom door.

Bill grunted like a petulant child, but also felt that same shameful, twisted arousal that had been dogging him ever since starting down this path. He listened closely to the soft rustling and shuffling in the bathroom as his wife struggled into the suit. No doubt it was a size or two too small. He set aside his breakfast, mostly finished, and scrubbed his hands through his hair, trying not to let his imagination and jealousy get the better of him.

It was only a few minutes, but they felt like an eternity, when the door opened and Amber came out. She’d pulled her hair into a ponytail. The suit was stretched so tight over her midsection that Bill thought if she took a particularly big bite of something, it would snap and tear off. The crotch of the suit was straining against Amber’s pussy so tightly that it was nestled between her mons, sinking deep and making it puff out. Her tits hung out on full display, framed by the shimmering suit. Putting her arms up over her head as if modeling for a magazine shoot, she turned to let Bill see the back of the suit that covered absolutely nothing. There were strings tied to hold the suit on but other than that, her ass and back were completely exposed.

He couldn’t keep back a groan as Amber wiggled her cheeks and looked back over her shoulder with a beautifully lust filled grin. “Good choice, hon. Jack’s gonna love it.”

Bill clenched his fists staring at her as she sauntered back over to her beach bag, gathered it up over her shoulder and then did a little playful prance over to him, leaning down so her tits swung forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Have a relaxing day, love. I’ll text you when we are on our way back.”

For a moment the playfulness vanished, and she gave her husband a very serious look. “I’ll have my phone on at all times. If you want me to come back, you just call or text the safe word. No questions. No argument. Doesn’t matter what we are in the middle of.” Her palm cradled his cheek, admiring the chisel of his jaw and the scratchy scruff along his face. “I love you, mister.”

He breathed her in. The sweet smell of her skin and hair. Of the sweat that was already starting to bead along her skin from the humidity penetrating the walls of the cabin. He really loved this woman… and though it killed him in some ways to let her go to Jack, he also had a deep and dark craving for it.

“More than anyone?” The words slipped out before he could think better of them.

She leaned in close, and this time the kiss she gave was like that very first one they shared. It had the promise of a lifetime. A lasting life full of love and care, of frustration and fights, of making up and growing closer. “I love you and only you in the ways that matter. You’re my fire. The center of everything that gives me perfect comfort and peace. I may utter some lustful ‘I love you’s’ to Jack or Stacy, but those words come from deep between my legs, not from my heart.”

Bill chuckled as they pressed their foreheads together. “Anyone ever tell you, you’re kinda cheesy?”

Amber gave his cheek a light slap. “You’re so mean.” With a wink, she stood back up, letting her breasts assert themselves before turning and marching towards the door with her bubble butt bouncing beautifully.

“Have…ahem… have fun.” Bill’s voice cracked embarrassingly.

At the door, Amber looked back one final time. “Oh, I’m going to have a very fun time… cuck.” And then she was gone, closing the door behind her and leaving Bill alone for the day.

…

Amber and Stacy sat at the back of the speedboat, hair flying out behind them, sunglasses on and looking out at the lake as Jack drove the boat out towards the center of the lake, far from the shore and far from prying eyes. The day was warm, but not stifling. There was a nice amount of cloud cover so the sun wasn’t beating down, but they would still need plenty of sunscreen and oil. Jack would happily apply it Amber was sure.

She was wearing the suit Bill had chosen, her tits on full display and a light sheen of sweat and splashing water from the wake behind the boat as they sped on. The crotch was up tight between her labia, making it puff out around the sides and rubbing against her clit with every little movement. The backside wasn’t a thong, but it only covered about half her ass cheeks and was already starting to ride up due to how tight it was. She leaned back with a sigh, enjoying the breeze and the freedom.

She already missed Bill and hoped he was finding something to distract him while she was out here with Stacy and Jack. Of course she was going to go wild, but that didn’t mean she wanted Bill to be truly tortured with her absence. She’d make sure she took care of him when they got back. As much as he was going to be a cuckold this weekend, and probably for their life going forward, she wanted to take care of the man she loved.

Stacy held out a beer, waving the bottle in front of Amber’s face till she finally took it. Amber’s friend was dressed in an equally scandalous swimsuit. She’d chosen a white monokini, which was essentially just string that rested against her nipples—but with no patches of material to cover them—and a small patch of fabric at the bottom that did almost nothing to hide her pussy. It rode up between her ass cheeks and came up over her shoulders, a V of string at her front and back. It was basically nothing. Her tits were as free as Amber’s, nipples rubbing along the string, and the little fabric patch so tight against her pussy it was already transparent from her sweat and arousal.

Jack stood at the helm, easily steering the boat along the waves. He had gone just as scandalously. Shirtless, his belly and back were a slick, hairy mess. The only thing he wore was a bright, shiny blue banana hammock that cradled his balls and cock tightly and rode up between his fat hairy ass cheeks, squeezing his waistline to make a large pouch of fat fall over the waistband.

In any other time and circumstance, both Amber and Stacy would have been disgusted at the sight of the fat hairy older man wearing something like that. But since they knew his sexual prowess and were both now completely invested in cuckolding the kind and fit man waiting back at the cabin, the sight of this bloated man that was going to get earthly delights most only dreamed of, made their nipples harden and pussy’s moisten.

Amber stared at Jack with a fondness, a sort of love she was quickly starting to understand wasn’t the sort of love she had for her husband. Or even for Stacy. It was love for how he made her feel, how free she felt indulging with him. There were no expectations with Jack. It gave her a level of primal abandon, liberation from the expectations of being a working woman and wife. To Jack, she was just pleasure. And that’s what he was too. They accepted it and loved each other for it.

Jack eased off the throttle and let the boat slowly come to a stop near the center of the lake. Gentle waves splashed against the sides of the boat. A soft breeze cooled their already sweating skin and moved the clouds overhead to help shade them from the sun. Turning, body undulating like the same waves lapping at the boat, Jack turned with a cocky grin and put his hands on his fatty hips. “Well girls. Here we are. All alone. Can’t get more isolated than this honestly. No one for miles. And no nosey cuck husband wanting to interrupt our fun.”

Taking a slow sip of her beer, Stacy rolled her eyes at Amber, a grin on her lips behind the lip of the bottle. Amber agreed without uttering a word, taking a deep drink of her own beer. Jack was such an asshole. So full of himself. It was hard to tell how much of it was legitimate and how much was an act. Probably an even combination of both.

The rotund man came over and opened the cooler, grabbing his own beer, and waddled back to his captain’s chair, sitting down with a loud thwump and opened his fat thighs wide. The bulge of his banana hammock was straining in the thin shiny material. His cock head was already trying to peek out over the waistband and balls bulging with wiry hair just slightly around his thighs and leg holes of the suit.

Amber’s pussy moistened, making her suit slick between her thighs and rubbing more firmly against her clit. The grotesqueness of Jack in that swim suit was somehow fucking erotic. She quietly wondered for a minute just how depraved she was going to get as she and Bill dove deeper into this lifestyle.

“Ladies… I think it’s time you got to work.” Jack leaned back, gulping down his brew and looking at the two women expectantly. He knew the game they were playing, and even if Bill wasn’t here to witness it, the rules were still the same. Jack was in charge. And Stacy and Amber were his willing submissive sluts.

Stacy stood up and stretched, letting her breasts bounce and slip free easily of the string of her monokini. She swigged her beer until there was only a little bit left and started to saunter over to the fat man that had found himself in the luckiest position of all time. Leaning in, breasts hanging tantalizingly, Stacy pressed her mouth to Jack’s kissing deep and intimate, beer and suds dripped down their lips and chins. She hadn’t swallowed her beer, instead, she was sharing it with Jack, feeding it to him as they kissed. It dripped down onto his hairy chest and Stacy put her hand on him, rubbing the cool liquid into his chest.

Amber rose from her seat and watched for a second, eyeing Stacy’s fat ass in the monokini as it split her cheeks. Feeling frisky and playful, she came up behind her friend and poured some of her beer down between Stacy’s ass cheeks, soaking the little patch of fabric so it instantly became so transparent it was just a thin sticky film over her pussy.

Jack was moaning into Stacy’s mouth, tongues exaggeratively twisting and flicking, lips sucking in sloppy kisses as Stacy moved her hand down his chest, over his soft belly and came to rest on his bulging suit.

Not to be left out, Amber gave Stacy’s ass a slap and then knelt down in front of Jack with a sort of reverence she hadn’t yet given to her husband, and maybe never would. She poured the rest of her beer over the bulging banana hammock, making the material cling even tighter to Jack’s oversized penis. Putting her now empty bottle aside, Amber leaned in and began to suck the shiny wet material that was clinging to the man’s heavy balls. She slurped and squelched, allowing the sounds to echo in the empty air of the lake.

Jack let out a gasp as Stacy finally pulled back, teeth pulling his bottom lip with a soft growl. She quickly knelt down to join Amber, her mouth encircling his other testicle still held tight by his swimsuit. The girl suckled and lavished his balls with praise and worship, their mouths loud and wet and sloppy as they spit over the material, soaking it and making it stretch and stick to the man’s nuts.

“Fuuuuuuck.” He groaned, leaning back a little further, allowing himself to slump down and legs open wider so the girls could feast on his balls. “That’s it…oh holy shit this is fucking heaven.” He tipped back his beer and gulped it down as two beautiful women far out of his league swallowed his testicles like they were starving.

Amber groaned around his heavy ball, eyes briefly opening to watch Stacy doing the same thing. Eventually their mouths pulled the balls out from under his hammock and were sucking and licking on the salty sweaty, hairy skin. Jack panted loudly, letting his groans come out full throated, no longer holding back for fear of someone hearing. His cock grew and stretched, straining against the banana hammock, tip peeking out from under the waistband and his bulging belly.

“That’s it girls. Gargle my balls. Give me the royal treatment. I want to feel your full worship. Fucking Bill is never gonna experience this… never hear. I want this for myself.” He looked down at Amber. “Hear that?”

She popped her mouth off his sticky testicle. “Yes Daddy. Bill will never get to experience this, I promise. Only a real man like you gets to feel this pleasure. Bill’s just a cuck. A little dicked dumbass.” She didn’t mean any of that obviously, not like Jack was probably imagining. But she loved the naughty, dirty talk. The humiliation even if her husband couldn't hear it. It made her feel naughty, dirty, like a cheating slut, which heightened every feeling and every action.

“That’s fucking right. Not even sure why you invited him this weekend.” Jack put a hand on the back of Amber’s head and pulled her back towards his balls. “Now gargle them, bitch.”

Amber took his ball into her mouth and worked up her saliva so she was gargling the fatty ball, coating it with messy bubbly spit. Stacy was mirroring her, saliva overflowing around the corners of her swollen lips and down her chin onto her tits.

“Yes! Ohhhh fucking fuck yes.” Jack grunted. “Slurp it all up, come on girls. Fuck.”

They gargled and spat, worshiped and licked and sucked till his testicles were soaking and dripping, the banana hammock pulled so that it was wedged down the middle seam of his sack. It was probably painful but combined with the girls' mouths, it was a paradox of mind-blowing pleasure and torture.

“Shit…shit…ohhhhhh.” The man moaned louder and louder feeling the girls slurp loudly until he poured his remaining beer all over their heads and his balls. “Suck it up. Come on. Get drunk on my nuts!”

Amber cringed for a second when the cold brew dripped into her eye, but quickly started sucking and tasting the bitter hops and the salty skin mixing together and gushing at the taste.

Jack maneuvered in his seat, lifting his fatty legs up over the arms of the chair and slumping a little more. “Get lower girls. I wanna feel those slutty tongues on my asshole.”

Stacy brushed back her hair and quickly dove in, pulling his suit aside and lapping deeply at his puckering ring. Amber joined, tongues lashing at his anus, cheeks pressed to his hairy ass cheeks. His hands grabbed them, tangling in their hair and pushed them harder and deeper between his fat cheeks. “Eat it. Come on sluts, eat my fucking ass!”

They moaned together, lashing and spitting and slurping and sucking just like they had with his balls, which were pressing against their faces, smearing them with their own fluids as they became the sloppiest sluts they could for this fat arrogant asshole.

…

Bill sat on the front porch with a beer, staring out at the lake. At the small dot that was the boat his wife and Jack and Stacy had gone out on. Nature had its soft, rhythmic sounds that filled the quiet, but every once in a while, Bill could hear something that wasn’t so natural.

Grunts like animals. Moans. Cries. Screams. All sounds of twisted pleasure that was making him rock hard in his shorts as he stared out and wondered what was happening. What were Amber and Stacy doing for that lucky, fat fuck? What was he doing to them? Would he ever know? Would Amber tell him? Let him experience the same things? Or was he going to be kept in the dark and denied?

Not for the first time, he considered texting. Calling. Begging Amber to come back. Or at least just testing her promise that she’d answer and come back at a single word.

But Bill kept himself calm. Drank his beer. And stared out at the beautiful scenery as he was left alone and wanting.

…

“Dumbass husband…can’t fill…you like this…can he.” Jack grunted, panting as he thrust over and over and over, keeping the pace even though his face was red and his lungs were burning and he was covered in sweat. Amber was precariously sitting on the back of the boat, half her ass hanging off, her legs wrapped around Jack’s large waist. Her tits were bouncing freely as Jack held onto her wide hips and pounded deep into Amber’s dripping pussy raw.

Her head hung back, hair spilling out and hanging over the quiet waters, the slaps of Jack’s thighs and belly against Amber’s firm stomach sounding identical to the lapping waves that hit the boat. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck….” She moaned loudly, feeling Jack’s massive cock stretching her wide, her lips gripping him obscenely tight and dragging over his shaft every time he pulled out, only to suck him in as he thrust forward again.

“Say it!” Jack groaned, fingers digging into her hips. “Say your dumbass cuck boy back on shore can’t fill you like this.”

“Oh fuck Jack. You know he can’t. Ohhhh god, Bill can’t even fill me half as much as this… fuck…fuck you’re so big. So goddamn big!” Her hands gripped his arms, holding herself up so she didn’t fall back into the water.

“Fucking right. Big. Fat. I’m fucking huge in this tight cunt. Whose cunt is it slut? Huh? Who owns this little slit?” He thrust hard, making her ass bounce off the side of the boat and then slap back down hard, no doubt bruising her cheeks.

“You! Oh fucking shit, you baby! You daddy! Oh god, Jack, fuck me, make me forget my cuck hubby all alone back at the cabin.” She was gasping, fully letting herself fall into the debauchery of her love for this fat man who was staking claim of her like some primal caveman. The remnants of her dreams, of the burning fire and the man she loved standing at the center while she was half in the shadows being used by less deserving males. But she loved it. She relished in it. Let the burning passion and lust illuminate and burn her.

“You fucking love my cock.” He grabbed hold of the back of Amber’s head and pulled her into a sloppy wet kiss, all lips and tongue, and spit.

Amber sucked his tongue, biting it and letting it invade her mouth as he kept slamming his cock into her cunt, making her splash juices all over the deck, making it slick.

The sound of splashing water interrupted the fevered fucking on the edge, and Jack briefly looked over to see Stacy climbing back onto the boat from the ladder that was hung on the side. She had discarded her swimsuit, not that there was much to it, and had gone for a quick swim completely nude in the lake. Now she was emerging, her tits swaying, water sluicing off of her toned and curvaceous body. She didn’t bother grabbing a towel or hiding any of her nudity, instead she walked over like a water goddess, hairy, matted and plastered to her face and shoulders. She pulled Jack’s face to hers and kissed him hard and deep as he kept thrusting his fat hips into Amber.

Jack groaned into the woman’s mouth, torn between wanting to continue owning Amber’s burning pussy and sliding out of her and taking a turn with her big titted friend.

Stacy took the choice away, pulling away from the kiss with a grin and giving his hairy ass a hard slap, then walked to the cooler and pulled out a cold beer from the ice. Sitting in the captain's chair, she spread her legs wide, flashing her pretty cunt, twisted the top from the beer and tossed the cap into a trash bin. Taking a deep swig, she watched her friend and her neighbor fucking on the side of the boat, eyes hot with twisted lust.

Jack angled Amber slightly and pushed one of her legs out so that Stacy could see his fat shining cock pistoning in and out of Amber’s cunt. His shaft was coated in cream, glistening in the noon sunlight.

With a quiet hum of approval, Stacy settled back and brought the neck of the bottle to her pussy and rubbed it over her swollen lips. Jack watched as she moved the mouth of the beer bottle along her slit and then found the opening, pressing it into her tunnel slowly with a deep groan. The brown glass pressed inside, stretching her pussy and vanishing inside. She began to slowly match the pace of Jack’s hips, fucking herself with the beer bottle, tilting it enough to spill the brew into her pussy. She felt the cold and the fizz and the liquid splashing against her walls. It overflowed and dripped to the floor with little spatters and splats.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” Jack groaned, still holding Amber open wide, looping them all together into a cycle of lustful watching and fucking.

“Mmmm your whore.” Stacy groaned, popping the bottle out of her pussy and bringing it to her mouth, opening her lips and letting the beer flow into her mouth like a mini waterfall. She sloshed the drink in her mouth and swallowed, then inserted the bottle back into her pussy and kept pace with Jack again.

…

Bill mechanically pulled out two slices of bread and laid them on the counter. Like a robot, he took out cheese, lettuce, mayo, pickles, assembling them into a sandwich and then taking a bite and chewing, counting each motion of his jaw before swallowing.

His eyes moved to the window, looking out onto the lake.

The boat was out there, a small dot in the large splash of blue sky and water.

It’d been hours. No text. No call. All he’d heard was some cries that could have easily been from a gull as from one of the girls.

He walked out onto the porch and stared. The sandwich was gone. He’d eaten it all and couldn’t remember. Didn’t even feel like he’d eaten anything. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe all of this was a dream and he was still back on that fateful night, his birthday, out on his deck with his wife getting his first ever blowjob.

Bill slumped down in one of the deck chairs and pushed his shorts down, pulling out his cock and stroking it, staring out at the boat where his wife was. Where Stacy was.

He tried to imagine what was happening as he stroked, the hardness coming from his denial. Knowing they were so close but so far. That they were out in the open but invisible. It was unfair. It was cruel. And god help him, Bill felt the burning jealousy flowing through his veins and making his cock throb with the need for more.

…

“Ohhhh shit shit shit!” Stacy cried, her tits swaying under her as she gripped the side of the boat, bent over with Jack behind her. He had his fat cock balls deep in her asshole. It was painful and blissful and everything in between. “Ohhhh fucking shit you fat fuck, fuck my ass…fuck it!” She reached back, hand on his fat stomach that was sitting atop her bouncy ass like a shelf.

“Fucking take it whore. Take my fat cock up that shit hole!” Jack grunted, slapping her ass hard on either side as he thrust and thrust and thrust, making the woman lurch forward, holding tight to the side of the boat.

“Think you could be a little louder? I don’t think they heard you in town.” Amber laughed as she lounged in a small inner tube that was tied to the back of the boat. She was slumped in the center, naked, letting the sun soak into her pale skin. 

“Ohhhh fucking god!” Stacy screamed, arching her back and somehow letting more of Jack’s cock into her backdoor. “You’d…fucking scream too…if he was in…your ass!” She panted, flipping Amber off.

Amber just laughed and let her hand trail in the water, every so often scooping up some of the water and letting it drip over her breasts and stomach and chest to cool her warm skin.

“Shut the…fuck up.” Jack grunted, gripping Stacy’s hips. “Just…fucking take it.” He was burning up, skin red and sweat dripping down his hairy body as he pounded into the fat ass in front of him.

Stacy groaned, gasping at the feeling of being stretched, of being used. “Fuck…fuck…fuck!” She groaned, looking back at Jack again. “Do it Jack. Come on Daddy, make me cry. Make me scream. I want your balls in my ass you fucking fat creep.” Her praise and teasing and filthy words were all mixing together as she chased her orgasm, her pussy leaking and dripping down her soft thighs.

“Yeah. Yeah. Ohhhhh fuck so fucking tight…I’m gonna fill this butt with my fucking cum.”

“Do it! Oh god Jack fucking shoot your load in my ass!” Stacy was screeching like a banshee as her orgasm finally overtook her, pussy squirting all over the deck of the boat and pushing Jack right over the edge with her.

His cock swelled, spasmed, and began shooting his thick cum deep into Stacy’s bowels. It added to her orgasm, making her legs shake and breath catch. He rammed hard, making her ass ripple. Jet after jet of cream filled her and started to overflow and leak as he gripped the woman’s hair and pulled hard, roaring with his triumph of owning Stacy’s fat backside.

The comedown was quick, Jack stumbling back into the captain’s chair while Stacy collapsed onto the decking. They both groaned. Breaths short and shallow. Semen dripped out from Stacy’s ass, down her cheeks to the decking. Jack slumped in the chair, cock flaccid and dripping with left over juices. He was burning up and started to fan himself as he reached to the cooler and pulled out a beer and also a handful of ice, pressing it to his chest and face, letting it melt all over him and helping to cool his overheated skin.

Amber watched her lover and friend for a minute, still lounging and humming to herself as she trailed her hand through the water. Soon it would be her turn to get an ass full of Jack’s cum, but for now she was content to relax, letting her mind drift back to Bill, wondering what he was doing.

…

Back on shore, Bill was listening to the echoes of a cry of ecstasy, shooting his load all over his hand as he could only wonder who it was that was cumming and why.