9 comments/ 73671 views/ 13 favorites Proving the Bet By: AverageBear This story is based on a real-life experience. The names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. Those of you who know me know that I am an advocate of safe-sex practices. In this particular situation, however, things didn't quite work out that way. Thankfully, my wife and I haven't had to pay the price. We are doing better now at thinking with our minds rather than our genitals. The element of surprise shaped our decisions in the heat of the moment... "Proving the Bet: An Awakening" The salty sea air rushed sideways over my flip-flop-clad toes. The wind was being generated primarily by the forward motion of the ship. From my vantage point on our private balcony, the cobalt blue sky appeared to be dusted with feathery white cirrus clouds. "No hurricane today," I mused. Friends had warned us that August was hurricane season in the Caribbean, but Christine and I decided that a first-time cruise for our 20-year wedding anniversary was worth the risk. I heard the sliding glass balcony being pushed door open behind my lounge chair, followed by Christine's lilting contralto voice: "Dan, I'm going to soak up a few rays at the pool on deck 9; want to come along?" Looking up from my Agatha Christie mystery, I replied, "No thanks, babe -- I don't want to burn, and I don't feel like having sunblock slopped all over me right now. I'll stay here in the shade of the balcony for now, maybe catch a few z's." "Okay, Dan -- I'll pick you up for dinner in an hour or so." As she leaned down to me for a quick kiss, I was again reminded of why I had fallen in love with her so many years ago and remained so today. Her radiant smile provided an accurate clue to her gentle and kind disposition, her piercing eyes speaking of the depth of her intelligence. Her striped rainbow-coloured one-piece bathing suit hugged her curves in all the right places. She still captivated me in body, mind, and spirit. * * * * * "These Carnival Cruise folks sure know what they're doing -- Dan doesn't know what he's missing," I thought to myself as I stepped out onto Deck 9. The cruise line had decorated the pool area with several dazzling ice carvings, right here in the middle of the sun-soaked Caribbean! "I wish Dan wouldn't stay cooped up in the cabin so much. It's a glorious day, and so many beautiful sights." As I strolled toward the chaise lounges and picked up a towel from the supply table, I surveyed the rows of mostly female, mostly bikini-clad sunbathers stretched out around the pool. Noticing their lean physiques and supple contours, I couldn't help giggling to myself, "The beautiful sights include more than Carnival's efforts. Maybe I should be glad Dan stayed behind. The competition looks fierce!" I put my Harlequin romance on the ground next to the chair I had chosen. I sat down to lather up with sunscreen. As I rubbed it into my arms and legs, I began to wish that Dan were here to help me reach the exposed portion of my back. A sunburn was the last thing I needed to spoil my vacation! "Let me help you with that," chirped the woman a couple of chairs beside me. I had deliberately left an empty lounge chair on each side of me to increase privacy, but now I was glad for the invasion of my space. As she stood to come over to me, I was dumbstruck by her proportions -- at least six feet tall, with body-builder type muscles, pretty but not stunning facial features, framed by a mane of cascading blonde locks tumbling out in every direction. As she drew near and raised her sunglasses for a better view on her task, I saw that her eyes were steely blue and radiated unusual intelligence. She caught my stare from the corner of her glance, and a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips. My god, the woman looked like an Amazon as she towered over me! "I'm Deborah," she stated in a friendly British accent, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen. "I'm Christine," I replied self-consciously, offering my hand in introduction. She shook my hand with her left hand, having already grabbed the sunscreen with her right. "Thanks for helping me out," I said as I turned my back to allow her access for the task at hand. "No problem, love," Deborah replied, "husbands are never around when you need them. Yours back at the cabin?" I nodded in reply as I held my hair away from my back for her to do her work. "Mine's the same -- probably playing video games. Like he needs to go on a cruise to do that," she pouted. The cool slickness of the sunscreen on my back made me flinch. "You okay?" she asked. "Fine -- just a little cold in contrast to the warm air," I replied. The truth was, I was still reacting to the sheer power exuded by this near-masculine but very feminine blonde. The coolness on my back was making my front react. I looked down and saw the buds of my nipples protruding against my swimsuit. Deborah began to rub the lotion into the skin just below my shoulder blades. "Ooh, you're tense," she purred, "relax and enjoy!" I caught a tone of playfulness in her voice. "Is this your first time, love?" she queried. "First time for what?" I asked, genuinely puzzled. "First time on a cruise, you silly girl!" said Deborah, "what did you think I meant?" "I -- I don't know," I managed to mumble. In my mind, a small voice was saying, "First time to be mauled by an Amazon? Yes." Instead, I turned my head slightly toward her to say, "But yes, it's our first time." Then, noting her work on my back, I said, "Thanks -- do you have it covered?" "Almost -- but I can work out the tenseness as well as preventing sunburn. That is, if you'd like," she said with a grin. She had a teasing, almost mocking tone in her voice. Her fingers were no longer simply rubbing, but rather massaging and kneading the muscles in my shoulders, the exposed portion of my torso, all the way down to my lower back. "Thanks, but I don't want to fall asleep -- just soak up a few rays while I read my book." "Oh, one of those," she said as she looked down at my book, "always good for a few sex scenes, but the 'heroine' always seems too passive for my taste." "I like a little mindless trash," I replied honestly, "especially when I'm on vacation." "That so?" she said with an impish grin, "is that restricted to books?" I'm sure my face turned three shades of red, and it had nothing to do with sunburn. She could see that I was uncomfortable in replying, and saved me from further embarrassment. "No matter," she said, "are you sure you don't want a nice back rub?" "No thanks, I'll take a raincheck," I said without thinking. "I'll hold you to that!" she replied with a coy smile, and then turned and sauntered back to her lounge chair. I watched, mesmerized. Was she wiggling her ass? Was that for me? My god, what am I thinking? * * * * * I was stepping out of the shower when Christine returned to the room. "You okay, hon?" I asked when I saw the perplexed look on her face. "Yeah, just worried we'll be late for our dinner seating," she said. "Damn, I meant to be back in time for a shower." We dressed quickly in our fairly formal attire: I in my Matlock look-alike cream-coloured suit and Christine in a black evening dress with spaghetti straps that revealed her lovely shoulders. "Glad you didn't get sunburned," I quipped as my gaze drifted along her bare shoulders and arms. We headed out the cabin door and turned down the corridor toward the elevator lobby. "Yeah, well, I had a little help putting the sunscreen on," she replied quietly. "What -- some young stud trying to steal my lovely wife away?" I said with a playful grin. "I knew I should have gone with you." "Not exactly," she said, "more like a she-devil trying to mess with my mind." "Ooh, that sounds -- intriguing," I said in a tone of mock danger. "Come on, Dan -- I'm serious," she replied with an elbow to my rib cage. As we stepped into the elevator, an elderly couple joined us for the ride. Christine put a finger to her lips to quell further conversation on the topic while we were being overheard. We allowed the older couple to precede us out of the elevator and into the dining room. The exquisite surroundings smacked of royalty. Carnival had indeed done well. "Perkins, seating for two. Yes, sir -- table 29," said the host in somewhat broken English. I had spoken with several of the staff on board, and had come to learn that most of them were from either Indonesia or the Philippines. My heart went out to those with families left behind, often not seeing them for six months or a year at a time. As we sat down at our table, Christine re-introduced the subject, "Seriously, Dan -- this woman who helped me with my sunscreen..." "Yes, my pet?" I raised my eyebrows and gave Christine a comical, overdone leer. "Would you stop that! I'm trying to tell you something and you're making fun of me!" Properly chastised, I lowered my eyes and wiped the smirk off my face. "Sorry, babe, what is it you wanted to tell me?" "This woman -- Deborah was her name. She helped me sunscreen my back where I couldn't reach it. She was, like, six feet tall -- or more! And she made comments that were -- inappropriate." "Inappropriate?" "Sexual." "What?" "Like she was coming on to me." "Did she actually hit on you?" "No. It was innuendo. But it was obvious -- at least I think so." "So what did you do?" "Nothing. I sort of made a fool of myself and essentially asked her to go away." "So that was that?" "Not exactly. She somehow made me feel like she's going to be looking for me again. Like an idiot, I made some comment about taking a raincheck." We were momentarily interrupted as the waiter came to tell us the options we had for each course of the meal. Having taken our selections, he poured us each a glass of water and left us a basket of dinner rolls. As I began to butter my bread, I asked Christine, "So what do you think?" "About what?" She shook her head as if returning from her reverie. "About Deborah," I replied. "She scares me -- and...." "And what?" "Truth?" "Truth," I replied. "And -- excites me," admitted Christine. I felt a stir in my trousers. Okay, I admit it -- I've often fantasized about seeing my wife go down on another woman, and another woman going down on her. "So what are you going to do about it?" I asked. "Nothing," she said, "absolutely nothing." My quickly growing erection halted in its tracks. "Oh -- I see," I said, disheartened. * * * * * I could see that Dan was deflated. I wanted to be able to share my feelings with him, but I wasn't even sure what they were. Had I actually enjoyed watching Deborah wiggle her ass? Had I actually hoped that she was doing it for my benefit? "Why? What would you want me to do about it?" I queried. "Oh, I don't know -- but I don't think you should avoid her. This is a VACATION! Time away from the kids. Time away to enjoy life and have a good time!" "I don't consider having my mind messed with 'a good time'," I said. "Maybe you're feeling that internal tension because it's something that needs to get resolved," replied Dan. I always hated that. And I always loved that. Dan and his fount of wisdom -- often so bang-on right. "Yeah, maybe," I sputtered. "You'll look for her at the pool tomorrow?" Dan was pushing the issue. "Yeah -- okay." "Good -- that's settled." As we chatted through dinner, my mind began to wander. I began to vividly recall Deborah's ripped muscles, her lean frame, her skimpy cobalt-blue bikini that matched the sky. "Damn -- what's her hold over me?" I thought, almost angry that I couldn't get her out of my mind. My thoughts lingered on the swell of her ample breasts, the protruding nipples against the sheer fabric of her swimsuit, the wisp of pubic hair that had escaped the edge of her swimsuit bottom. "I don't remember seeing all that," I thought, but then realized that I had indeed observed more than I was willing to process at the time. God -- happily married for 20 years, and now I was turning into a lesbian? I was genuinely wrestling with inner turmoil. I hoped Dan couldn't read on my face what was going on in my mind. The last thing on earth I'd want to do is hurt him. * * * * * "How about going to the karaoke bar tonight?" I asked Christine as we polished off the last remnant of dessert. We had shared my pecan pie and her Baked Alaska, and now I figured I'd be on enough of a sugar high to stay up late. "Yeah, okay -- that sounds great!" smiled Christine. It was the first time throughout dinner that she had flashed one of her genuine light-up-the-room smiles. We went back to the room to change into more casual clothes. As we strolled down the hallway holding hands, I couldn't help but drink in the sway of Christine's hips. By the time we entered the cabin, my lower extremities were experiencing an inordinate blood flow. As Christine stepped out of her dress, I lowered my pants to expose my swollen member. Christine's eyes widened. "What's got you so excited?" she asked. "Maybe it's knowing you have unresolved sexual tension," I answered honestly. "You're obviously the one with the unresolved sexual tension," she chortled as she grasped my now fully erect cock. "Anything I can do to help?" she asked. "I thought I might have another dessert before karaoke," I requested, "perhaps some cream pie." "I think we could manage that," replied Christine, the lust beginning to shine in her eyes. I slipped the straps of her bra from both shoulders. "They're a bit pink," I said as I trailed kisses down her shoulders. "Mmm-hhh," she murmured, "often takes a few hours to show up. Can't stop all the rays with sunscreen." As my kisses made their way back to her neck, I reached around and unclasped her bra at the back. As I peeled the fabric away from her breasts, I was reminded of the first time that I had seen them -- shortly after our engagement 21 years earlier. No longer quite as perky, they were still a wonderful sight to behold. Christine's excitement was evident in the flinching of her muscles as I trailed kisses ever nearer to her delectable creamy-white globes. Moving my hands up and down her naked back, I suddenly buried my nose in her cleavage. The aroma of sunscreen still permeated her skin, as she'd had no opportunity to shower before dinner. * * * * * "Why is Dan taking so long to get down to business?" I thought. I needed so badly for him to just take my nipple in his mouth, but here he was rubbing my back and pressing his nose in between my tits. I closed my eyes. The backrub was taking me back to Deborah's ministrations earlier in the afternoon. God, she had known how to get me excited just by a touch. I was feeling a familiar warm tingling spreading through my pubic mound. My panties were most assuredly getting wet. I needed Dan to take them off me. "Babe, you look delicious," Dan said, breaking the silence. I opened my eyes and saw him looking up from between my breasts. "The big lug," I thought, "how can I be thinking of a woman -- a stranger at that -- when I've got a guy like him?" "Take your shirt off," I told him. He sat up and obeyed. "Now take my panties off me," I ordered, suddenly feeling assertive. He flashed a quizzical glance at me, then reached for the hem of my panties and pulled them down. "Now suck my tits," I said, feeling bolder. The wait had been too long. As soon as he began suckling my nipple, a flood of moisture released from the depths of my pussy. After we eased onto the bed, I felt his fingers beginning to slide between my labia. "Not your fingers," I said, pushing back from him, "I want your dick." Normally I needed to get lubed up and have my vaginal skin stretched slowly and carefully to avoid chafing, but I was feeling brazen and slutty. I was certain I could take Dan's cock inside me with no further adieu. * * * * * "What's gotten into you?" I asked as Christine positioned my raging hard-on between her pussy lips and rubbed my cock head along the perimeter of her slit. As she raised her hips and pulled my shaft inside her, she quipped, "Apparently, you are -- into me!" I felt a surge in my cock, and began thrusting my hips in rhythm with her pelvic thrusts. I always have loved it when she talks dirty, but I wasn't used to her taking control like this. As we fucked harder and faster than I could ever remember, I saw a look of pure wanton lust on Christine's face. I put my hands on her ass cheeks -- man, this was hot, feeling her bucking wildly, having her thrusting so hard into me! Within minutes, I could hold back no longer. "Can you cum?" I asked her. "Unn-hunhh," she moaned. "Fuck me, baby -- fuck me so good!" The rush of semen from my testicles was overwhelming. I spurted my load and felt her pussy clenching around my rod. "Oooh, baby," she squealed, "you're so-o-o good!" I collapsed on top of her. I felt her pussy twitching around my now-softening cock. "I want you to eat your cream pie now," she said. Her assertive tone had returned, and I was experiencing a thrill as I dismounted and turned to stare into her gaping cunt... * * * * * Dan had filled me up and made me cum. He was still a stud after 20 years. I had felt like a shameless hussy as I ordered him to perform at my command. Now, as his tongue laved my vaginal folds and found my clit, my mind returned to images of Deborah by the pool. I imagined that it was her tongue slipping inside my pussy, licking Dan's semen from my depths. I could see in my mind's eye her turning her twat to me in a sixty-nine position. I imagined her blonde pubic hair framing her Amazon nether folds. My musky scent from my fresh fucking with Dan became her scent in my nostrils. As Dan's tonguing brought me near another climax, I longed to taste Deborah's pussy. Fuck, what am I thinking? What's wrong with me? The thoughts wouldn't go away. Visions of eating her out while she ate me out were enhanced by the actual licking and sucking that Dan was providing to me. God, I hated that woman and what she was doing to my mind. I felt a flood of my own juices as Dan took me over the edge to another orgasm... * * * * * "What are you going to sing tonight?" I asked Christine as we left the cabin. "Oh, I don't know -- maybe a little Shania, 'Man, I Feel Like a Woman,'" she responded, "what about you?" "I was thinking of some Billy Joel -- maybe 'She's Always a Woman'." "I hate it when you sing that. You do a great job with it, but I always feel like people are looking at me and thinking, 'What a bitch she must be!'" "Sorry, I'll find something else," I offered. "You won't have any trouble doing that, as long as they have a decent selection. You've got a great range in your repertoire." "Thanks, babe," I replied. I was always pleased when she stroked my ego. I was especially vulnerable when it came to public performances. I liked knowing that Christine enjoyed my singing. As we entered the karaoke bar, I looked around for an empty table that would have a good vantage point to the stage. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a woman waving in our direction. Suddenly she stood and sauntered toward us. She was a goddess if ever I'd seen one. Standing eye-to-eye with me at 6'2" as she reached us, I couldn't help but notice her sturdy biceps, which were highlighted by her black sleeveless top. Adorned by shimmering crystal earrings and a matching necklace, her face was classic rather than exotic -- deep blue eyes, perky nose, full lips enhanced by a glossy pink lipstick, small nibble-able ears. Her slender but taut frame was evident from the fit of her black top and black skirt. The black outfit contrasted perfectly with her golden blonde hair, which fell loosely in a Farrah Fawcett type hairstyle. The skirt bared her near-masculine calf muscles. The woman was obviously a fitness buff. Proving the Bet "Hey, Christine -- remember me?" the stranger asked my wife. "Yeah -- Deborah, right?" "Yep, that's it -- the one with the electric fingers." Christine blushed profusely. Deborah seemed to bask in her ability to create that reaction. "Why don't you two come join me and my husband?" "Um -- sure, okay," I said, not wanting to be rude. I caught Christine's icy glare as I turned in her direction. "Right, babe?" I said. She made no response. Deborah clasped Christine's elbow and guided her over to their table. The gentleman at the table rose in a show of greeting. "Christine, this is my husband, Gerry -- the video game addict. Gerry, this is Christine, the one I was telling you about from the pool. And this is her husband, um..." "Dan," I supplied the answer as I supplied my hand for a firm handshake. Gerry was a bit shorter than Deborah, but not short by any means. His curly brown afro hairstyle contrasted with his lily white skin. "Come, join us," Deborah invited, a playful smirk crossing her lips, "we could all make some beautiful music together. Um, with karaoke, I mean..." I now knew exactly what Christine was talking about. The sexual tension, the innuendo, the not-quite-appropriate turn of a phrase -- Deborah was something else. I turned to see Christine's reaction, and was somewhat taken aback by what I saw. In contrast to the scowl on her face, I could see the distinct protrusion of her erect nipples against the fabric of her tight-fitting top. She was getting turned on by Deborah's not-so-subtle advances! Gerry changed the subject by asking us what kind of music we liked. As the evening progressed and crooner after wannabe-crooner took their turns at the microphone, I noted that Deborah was imbibing more than her share of margaritas. While I stuck to my virgin strawberry daquiris, the others were getting a bit looser. "Deborah from Devon will now be singing us a tune," piped up the emcee over his microphone. Deborah stood up and pranced awkwardly toward the stage, obviously a little tipsy as she managed to avoid tripping along the way. Grabbing the hand-held wireless mike from its holder, she slurred, "This is dedicated to my new f-f-friend, Christine." I was transfixed as I recognized the tune that was starting up on the monitors: "I Kissed a Girl" as performed by Katy Perry. As she started singing, Deborah moved back down the steps of the stage with the mike and strolled toward our table. She actually had a pretty good voice, but it wasn't her voice that was getting me all hot and bothered. It was the look of sheer lust in her blue eyes as she stared at Christine during her entire approach. My cock was becoming engorged as Deborah leaned over Christine. Deborah's tits were positioned right in front of Christine's face. Christine shrank back momentarily, then looked up into Deborah's gaze... * * * * * I couldn't believe that Deborah was trying to seduce me right in front of my husband and hers -- right in front of the whole freakin' karaoke crowd! Here she was, singing a song about kissing a girl, shaking her boobs in front of my mouth, making me lick my lips. Did I say that? Did I do that? God, I hated her. God, I wanted her - those delicious tits just tempting me to reach out and grab them. Suddenly, I felt the fringe of her hair brushing the side of my face. My eyes moved from her breasts to her face -- and I froze. She was leaning her face into mine, microphone between us, singing those words, "I kissed a girl -- and I liked it." And then she moved the microphone out from between us and touched her lips to mine. I was dazed. I was confused. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hold her. But I just froze. I felt her tongue push against my teeth. I looked over at Dan. He had a silly grin on his face. He moved his right hand from the table to his lap. I started to open my mouth to object. Suddenly her tongue was plundering my mouth. I battled her tongue with mine. It was no use -- I couldn't stop her, and I really didn't want to. And suddenly her tongue was gone, the microphone was back up at her lips, and she was working her way back up to the stage. Meanwhile, the audience was going wild. And I was going completely red in the face, completely wet in the loins... * * * * * "So, what are you going to do about it now?" I asked Christine the next morning as we returned to the cabin from a lovely, lazy breakfast. "Do about what?" she replied, pulling her wrap on over her swimsuit, this one a somewhat modest floral print bikini. "Don't play dumb with me -- you've still got some unresolved sexual tension. Even more." "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to go to the pool and confront that selfish, controlling bitch. Get her to leave me alone and quit fuckin' with my mind!" "My, my -- I haven't heard you that testy in a long time. And, to correct your idea, she may be trying to fuck with other organs besides your brain." I smiled self-consciously, and thankfully Christine took it with good humour. "Wouldn't you like to see that?" Her question startled me. "Umm... truth?" I asked. "Truth." "I think it would be incredibly hot!" "You're not threatened by the idea of your wife fucking another woman?" "Not if you want it, and as long as you wouldn't leave me over it." "You're something else......" I wasn't sure how to take that last comment. Something else? As in "a perverted bastard that doesn't care about pimping out his wife to another woman?" As in "an understanding partner who's willing to support his lover's deepest sensual fulfillment?" I watched her clouded features as she seemed to come to some sort of decision. "I'll be back -- you stay here," she announced as she turned the handle on the doorknob and left the cabin. * * * * * Dan has always been such a supportive husband. My guilt at daydreaming over Deborah these last 18 hours was all for naught. I'd never really contemplated cheating on him, but now I knew I didn't have to keep secrets from him. If I was going to resolve the sexual tension -- one way or another, I wasn't sure how -- I was going to do it with him, not apart from him. I saw her statuesque figure sprawled out on her tummy on a chaise lounge on Deck 9. "Hey, you," I said as I flopped down on the chair beside her. She looked up and pulled her sunglasses off. "Hey, you!" she beamed, "Sorry if I embarrassed you last night." "You put on a good show," I retorted. "It wasn't just a show. I did like it." "Umm... so did I." "So what are we going to do about it?" "My husband keeps asking me that. I honestly don't know. I wanted to let you know what you're doing to me. I wasn't sure whether you were just teasing -- but it sounds like you weren't." "I'm not a tease -- but I'm also not into heavy relationships outside my marriage. Gerry and I like to have fun, play with others. I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for, and then really fuck you up when we go our separate ways." "Gee, thanks -- I think." Was I really having this conversation? I could feel that the crotch of my floral print swimsuit panties was getting wet. One thing I knew: if I was going to do anything to relieve the tension, I wanted Dan to be a part of it. At least to watch, as a reward for giving me permission to explore guilt-free, since he thought it was so hot. "I'm not sure you're ready for that, love," said Deborah. I was dumbstruck. Was she rejecting me? "But I have an idea," she continued, "Let's go up to Deck 11. There's a 'clothing optional' sunbathing deck there. We can get comfortable without a danger of things getting out of hand." I was taken aback. "I don't know. I've never been naked in public." All the same, the thought was thrilling to me. My pussy was now sopping wet. "Come on -- it'll be fun," squeaked Deborah gleefully, grabbing my arm and her bag of pool supplies. I followed alongside her, butterflies of excitement churning in my stomach. As we reached the "clothing optional" deck with its high walls, Deborah turned to gaze into my eyes. "You okay, love?" she asked sincerely. "Yes," I replied. "You want to do this?" "Yes." We walked through the gate and put our things on a table beside some lounge chairs. I peered around at the men and women lying naked all around the deck, trying not to make eye contact, hoping the seepage on my swimsuit panties wasn't obvious to all. I noticed an olive-skinned man watching Deborah and me, glancing above the tint of his designer sunglasses. His flaccid cock rested limply on his lower torso, barely long enough to extend beyond his patch of dark pubic hair. "You first," Deborah teased. "I'm the inhibited one!" I gasped. "You agreed that you wanted it. If you're going to see me naked, I'm going to see you naked first." "Oh, lord," I said. "I don't know if I can do this." I looked around the deck, expecting everyone to be watching me. Surprisingly, only the olive-skinned man seemed to notice. Everyone else was either asleep or reading. "Here goes nothin'," I said as I reached for the clasp on my bikini top. "I'd say they're somethin'," smiled Deborah as she gazed at my now-freed tits. My nipples were starting to ache with desire. I noticed the olive-skinned man to the side of us. His flaccid cock was now starting to stir. He turned his head toward us and removed his sunglasses. Instinctively I covered my breasts. "No-no-no," teased Deborah, "no going shy on us now." I saw the olive-skinned man's dick starting to shrink as my arms completely covered my breasts. Feeling emboldened by Deborah's words, I dropped my hands to my sides. The man's dick once again began to grow. Feeling a rush of exhibitionism, I put my hands on my hips and began to sway gently from side to side. My breasts are fairly good-sized, and my rocking caused them to sway as well. The olive-skinned man's prick began to get quite large. "Now the rest," Deborah encouraged. I hesitated, but then made up my mind. I looked directly in the olive-skinned man's eyes and smiled, then reached to my bikini briefs and slid them slowly down my legs. Stepping out of them, I slowly rubbed my thighs. I watched his cock strain even further as his eyes drank in my thatch of dark pubic hair. I heard Deborah begin to giggle. "Now who's the tease?" she laughed. "Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into me." "Liberation. Release from other people's expectations. Call it what you like, you're shedding your inhibitions." "I'd say I've shed more than that. Speaking of which, now it's your turn." "You sure you can handle it? I mean, it wouldn't do for you to jump me here in public." Her impish grin belied the mischief she intended. No longer angry at her mind games, I played along. "You're just afraid you have nothing that would interest me," I lied. Truth be told, I wanted to see her fabulous body, touch her beautiful breasts, slip my tongue inside her honey pot, feel her tongue on my clit. "Can you give me a little help here?" she asked. "The clasp is a little hard to reach." She wrinkled her nose as she struggled to undo her black and silver striped top. "Here you go -- it's hard to unwrap such a small package," I quipped. As I peeled her swimsuit bra from her breasts, my breath caught in my chest. I realized how wrong I was about a small package. Her pink aureoles seemed to be painted on the ends of her ample mammary mounds. Her nipples were stretching toward me. They seemed to be calling my name... "Don't want those to burn -- shall I lather you up?" I asked in eager anticipation. "Help me out of these first," she replied, hooking my fingers inside her swimsuit briefs. As I pulled down on them, Deborah kept her balance by resting her hands on my shoulders. I knelt down to pull her briefs to the ground. As she stepped out of them, I saw that they were wet with her juices. I looked back up and saw that her blonde thatch was directly at my eye level. A mere hint of her womanly scent filled my nostrils. I wanted to get close enough to get a good whiff. I wanted to bury my face in her mound of Venus. "I'll take you up on that sunscreen offer now," she said. I picked up the bottle of lotion and squirted a large dollop on my right hand. As I tentatively reached toward her shoulders, I noticed the olive-skinned man watching us again. His erection looked ready to burst. I smiled to myself and deliberately moved my hand from Deborah's left shoulder to her left breast. As my hand massaged the lotion into the tender skin of her tits, I noticed Deborah lean her head back, her lips pursed open, her eyes closed. I also noticed the olive-skinned man reach surreptitiously toward his straining cock. I placed my left hand on Deborah's right tit and began rubbing them both sensually. Deborah began to moan quietly. "Psst! Look at this guy whacking off at us," I whispered to her. Deborah's eyes popped open, a smile breaking across her face. "He's a pretty good size," she stated admiringly, "might be fun to take for a ride." "Are you crazy? With a stranger? Out here in the open? Besides, he's not all that big. Couldn't be more than 7 inches. My Dan has him by at least an inch," I boasted. "Ooh, sweetie. What a lucky girl! Of course, my Gerry is at least that long -- and thick as a horse," she retorted. "I bet he's not as long or as thick as Dan!" I challenged. What had gotten into me? "You bet, do you? Hmmm, what are you willing to put up?" "It's just a figure of speech. That's not the sort of thing you bet on. Besides, how would you ever prove it?" The blue depths of Deborah's eyes seemed to light up. As I gazed into them, I felt I could almost see the gears turning inside her head. "First, we decide on table stakes, okay?" "Whatever," I muttered. "Okay, the bet is this -- if Dan is bigger than Gerry, I'll eat you out. If Gerry is bigger than Dan, you have to eat me out. Either way, there's a duty to bring to orgasm." I gulped as I felt my nipples tighten and my juices flow. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Of course I am," she replied, "I told you -- I'm no tease." Her Amazon features seemed to soften as a smile spread across her entire face. I hadn't noticed before what beautiful white teeth she possessed. Still massaging her tits, I replied in surrender, "You're on." At that moment, I heard a loud exhalation of breath. Deborah and I turned toward the noise just in time to see the olive-skinned man's penis spew several long squirts of semen into the air. "Looks like you're not the only one relieving some sexual tension," Deborah taunted. "Come on, let's get out of here." * * * * * I wondered several times what was taking Christine so long to return to the cabin. I had nearly finished my Agatha Christie novel, Poirot Loses a Client. It was one written in the late 1930's, before Dame Agatha's skills had begun to diminish with advanced age. The Belgian detective with the egg-shaped head and active "little grey cells" never ceased to fascinate me. For a change, I had figured out "whodunit" before Poirot revealed the solution. The door on the deck slid open, and Christine joined me in the sea-salty wind. She looked somewhat disheveled. "Where've you been?" I questioned. I was still worried about her earlier comment that I was "something else." "Dan, I have a confession to make. Umm..." "Yes?" "Well, I went to the pool to confront Deborah. Only I didn't go to tell her off. I went to tell her how I felt." "And?" "And she was cool with it. She actually is interested in me. The karaoke kiss wasn't a bluff." "So what did you do about it?" "Well, not what you think...." "What do you think I think?" "That I had sex with her." "And you didn't?" "No -- at least not yet. I didn't want to do anything to upset you. And she didn't think I was ready for it anyway." "And are you ready?" "Truth?" "Truth." "Ready, willing, and fuckin' revved up to go. Look at my swimsuit." I checked out the front of her swimsuit briefs and beheld a noticeable wetness soaking through the fabric. "Dan, I don't know what's gotten into me. But I want it to be with you, not behind your back." My penis began to shift somewhat uncomfortably against the net inside my swim trunks. "Are you saying you want me to join in?" "Join in, watch, I'm not sure. I just want to feel safe. And I feel safe when you're with me," she admitted forthrightly. "So when and how are we going to do this?" "Well, we sort of made this bet..." "Yes?" "We were sunbathing naked on Deck 11..." "You were what?" "I know, I know -- it's not like me. But I couldn't resist. Deborah thought it would be a good idea for us to check out each other's goods without being tempted to get lost in the moment. I don't know why that seemed to make sense to me..." "So you got naked in public?" My mast was now at full salute. My thoughts wandered, my brain overwhelmed with the thought of Christine displaying her luscious body for all to see. "What kind of perv am I?" I wondered, not quite aloud. "Well, y-yes. I got naked in public. Are you angry?" "No, babe -- I just wish I'd been there." "Well, you'll be there when I take the next step." "As in watching you fuck Deborah." "As in, I need you to show her your dick before I get the chance." "What?" "The bet." "What bet?" "The one we made on the 'clothing optional' deck. Like I was saying, we were sunbathing naked. There was this guy who was watching us. His cock got pretty big when he saw me take off my swimsuit..." "As any reasonable heterosexual man's would," I quipped. "I -- ummm -- I sort of egged it on. I made a bit of a show for him. Serves him right for ogling me. Prick." "Prick indeed. So you got him hard by teasing him?" "Yeah, well, that's all I did with him. You didn't know you'd married a cock tease, didja?" "You didn't even think about doing anything else with him?" I held my breath, hoping she'd spill her guts about wanting to fuck him silly. "Actually, no. Does that confirm me as a newborn lesbian?" I was surprised at my disappointment. My mind wandered again, images of Christine taking another man's dick into her well-lubed pussy haunting me. My conscience spoke inside my head, "Give it up, perv. She's not into that." "Well, no -- you were there to relieve the tension with Deborah. Not surprising you didn't get distracted by the prick's prick." "Well, maybe if he had talked to us instead of just jerking himself off..." "He whacked off in public?" "Without asking permission. Without a word. Prick." "Yeah, I get it." I wasn't really sure I got it -- something about connection and consent snaked its way through my mind. "Anyway, so let's get to the part as to why you need me to show Deborah my prized package." "Well, Deborah had commented on the size of this prick's prick, and I duly noted that he wasn't nearly as well-endowed as you." "Thanks!" My ego inflated a notch. My dick wasn't far behind. "So she bets me that her husband Gerry's cock is bigger than yours. Like a stubborn ass, I gladly accepted the challenge." "So what are the stakes?" "Ummm..." "Yes?" "If yours is bigger, she has to lick my snatch and make me cum. If Gerry's cock is bigger, I have to do the same to her." My dick was beginning to ache with need. "Have to -- as in 'against your will'?" "Well, maybe this is our way of consenting. I know it sounds screwy, but she didn't think I was ready for it. Maybe this is her way of making sure you're on board with it, too." "Could be," I mused, "maybe she's not such a bitch after all." "Maybe not. No, I'm sure not." "So how's this going to work?" "She said for us to meet them at their cabin, 8-129, before lunch. She supposedly has a ruler there. I told her it wouldn't be long enough," Christine chortled. Proving the Bet I let out a hearty laugh. "Nothin' like a little pressure," I chuckled. "So what are Gerry and I supposed to do after you've measured us?" "I haven't thought that far ahead. But like I said, I want you there with me. My safety net." "Speaking of net, I'm about to pop through this damn swimsuit. How are we going to make it to their cabin without people staring at my bulge?" "Here's a towel, sport," she laughed, tossing one at me from the table between our deck chairs. "My wrap is taken -- I need it to hide the wet spot on my swimsuit panties." "Let's go," I said, wondering what we were in for next. * * * * * I was relieved that Dan was willing to play along. God, he was a good man. The best. I knocked tentatively at Deborah and Gerry's cabin door. "Come in, welcome," Gerry greeted as he opened the door. He wore a tee shirt and some loose-fitting orange swim trunks. No hint of a boner -- it was impossible to tell whether Deborah was exaggerating in her description of his proportions. Dan stood aside for me to enter first, then followed in behind me. Deborah called from the bathroom, "I'll be right out." Gerry flipped the TV off, his video game having been interrupted. Dan spoke up, "So your wife has roped you into this bet, too?" "Yep," he replied, "no sweat, mate. It's for their benefit, not ours. At least -- not that Deb's made me aware of." My pussy began to tingle again. What was Gerry hinting at? I looked at Dan. He seemed relieved that there was no pressure, but as his eye caught mine, there was obviously something more on his mind. A quizzical look, as if... Deborah stepped out of the bathroom. She was still wearing her black-and-silver striped bikini. "Sorry about that," she quipped, "I just needed to finish masturbating. That was a hot little escapade we pulled up on Deck 11. You couldn't just walk away and do nothing about it, could you, Christine?" "Ummm, Deb," Gerry grimaced, "remember how we talked about TMI? 'Too Much Information'?" "Oh, loosen up, love," she taunted, "they wouldn't be here if they weren't sexual creatures." "So did everything cum out all right?" I dared to ask, feeling emboldened, my pussy juices now flowing freely. "I mean, are you satisfied? Does this mean you've got nothing left?" Truth be told, I desperately needed release after our antics on the "clothing optional" deck. My libido was on auto-pilot; I was afraid my juices would begin to run down my leg. "Plenty left -- for you, my little boxlicker," she challenged. "Gerry, show her your goods so she can get started pleasing me." Gerry wasted no time in pulling down his trunks. Deborah picked up a ruler from the countertop and handed it to me. "Why are you giving this to me?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "I figure it increases my chance of winning," smiled Deborah, "his cock will get longer from having a fresh face checking it out." I gulped. I thought to myself, "This isn't part of the deal, is it?" Then I looked at Dan's face. I'd come to know him well enough over the years to recognize that look -- pure wanton lust. He nodded absent-mindedly in my direction as my juices began to pool in my briefs... * * * * * So this was the next step. My raging boner was threatening to escape my briefs. It was such a rush, watching Christine's eyes as she realized what Deborah was asking her to do. There was no way she was going to be able to measure Gerry's dick without touching it. I wanted her to want to, and then I saw it -- that little curling smile of satisfaction on the edges of her lips. She had made her decision. "Okay, big boy," she announced as she kneeled in front of him, "let's see what you've got!" With that, she grasped Gerry's suddenly massive cock and held the ruler gently against it. Squinting with one eye, the other eye closed, she pushed the end of the ruler against his lower abdomen, at the base of his shaft, then said, "Eight and a quarter inches, fully erect. At least, I think it's fully erect..." "We'll see about that in a minute," replied Deborah, turning to me. "Now it's your turn. Give me the ruler, Christine." I was in ecstasy. This self-assertive Amazon was going to hold my cock in her hand. I hadn't been touched by a woman other than Christine for over 20 years. Deborah's eyes were fixed on mine as she walked toward me, ruler in hand. "Drop 'em," she commanded. "Yes, ma'am," I smiled, shucking my swim shorts in one fell swoop. As I stepped away from them, Deborah growled, "Where ya goin', tiger?" She pulled me back in front of her by yanking (ever so carefully) the obvious appendage. "Um, nowhere," I replied weakly. Her hand began to subtly stroke my rod. It was heavenly, but I worried about losing the bet for Christine. "Hey, play fair -- you'll make me cum doing that," I complained, "no way I can measure up if that happens." "And then your little boxlicker wife will have to pleasure me," she retorted, "you okay with that?" I looked over at Christine. She had stood up from in front of Gerry and was watching Deborah handle my penis. Christine was silently nodding, while her right hand was massaging her right tit through her swimsuit top. Seeing Christine's arousal affirmed my resolve. "I'm okay with Christine going down on you," I said, "but I have my pride at stake here. I don't want to measure out at 2 or 3 inches after you've made me shoot my wad." "I think I'll make you cum, all right -- but not just yet," she smiled, her eyes twinkling merrily. My god, the woman was simultaneously brazen and entrancing! I could see why Christine was both frightened and infatuated by her. She bent down from the waist to measure me, her luscious boobs cleaving together with the force of gravity. She chewed a bit on her lip, a look of consternation forming on her brow. "Um, eight and a quarter inches, fully erect." "Tie goes to the baserunner," I joked, recalling my baseball playing days. "I have a way to break the tie," stated Deborah, "I'm not sure either of you is 'fully erect.' There's always room for more excitement to add to a man's length." With that, she knelt down in front of me and leaned forward toward my crotch. I looked up to see Christine's reaction. Rather than being perturbed, she appeared to enjoy what was transpiring. I felt Deborah's warm tongue on the tip of my cock head, and saw Christine's fingers begin massaging her right breast more vigorously. As the warm inner flesh of Deborah's mouth encouraged my prick to grow, Christine's left hand moved up her own thigh and surreptitiously began rubbing her snatch through her swimsuit. I caught sight of Gerry gazing at Christine's now-blatant masturbation. He began to stroke his cock. As Deborah continued to suck and lick my rod, alternately withdrawing teasingly and then swallowing me deeper, I felt the semen begin to surge from my balls. "Not yet, dammit," I exhaled, "you need to measure first." Smiling a cheshire cat grin, Deborah released my erection from her mouth and placed the ruler back up against me. "Eight and a half inches!" she proclaimed, "come on, Christine, you can make Gerry do better than that!" "Me -- suck your husband's dick?" Christine queried incredulously. "It smacks of necessary symmetry," Deborah replied, "what's fair is fair." Christine looked to me for permission. "Go ahead, babe -- what's fair is fair," I conceded. She knelt in front of Gerry once again. Somewhat tentatively, she grasped his penis near the base and began to stroke. Then, leaning over his bulging shaft, she licked her lips in a display of intense concentration. Secretly, I was cheering her on. "Suck him, baby!" my mind was screaming. And suddenly, she did just that. Opening her mouth wide, she took half his shaft inside, adjusting her sucking rhythm to the rhythm of her hand further down toward his balls. I saw her eyes close in silent ecstasy as her head bobbed up and down on his prick. After a minute or two, Deborah interrupted, "Okay, okay. Don't make him cum -- yet. And not with your mouth..." Christine's eyes flew open. I saw the question in her eyes. My cock began to twitch as my mind began to wander. "Here's the ruler," Deborah declared, handing it to Christine, who had just released Gerry's cock from her mouth. "What's the word?" Again aligning her line of sight with one eye closed and one eye squinting, Christine checked and double-checked Gerry's length. "Eight and a half inches," she announced, "tied again." "Only one way to break it," stated Deborah. "Overall size was part of the bet -- length and thickness. But since we have here two irregular shapes," she mocked, "not even a geometry major would be able to determine the volume based on outward measurements. We need a more subjective measure." "Subjective? What do you mean?" "I mean you subjectively know what Dan's size feels like inside you. I subjectively know what Gerry's feels like inside me. So-o-o..." "So what?" Christine demanded, her cheeks becoming flushed. "So, you need to feel Gerry's prick inside you -- for comparative purposes. And I need to feel Dan's inside me. It's the only way to break the tie." "Oh, shit!" Christine exclaimed. "Not exactly what I had in mind," laughed Deborah, "rather something in the other hole, and coming in rather than going out." "TMI, Deb!" interjected Gerry. I watched Christine's left eyebrow raise in perplexity. * * * * * I couldn't believe my ears. I looked to Dan for affirmation. I couldn't speak, but pleaded with my eyes. What should I do? I attempted to convey the question in whatever body language I could muster. The fact was that Deborah wanted me to fuck her husband. And she wanted to fuck my husband. And she was fucking with my mind again. I didn't know whether to be insulted or flattered. I looked at Gerry's massive cock, now standing at full attention. "Is that because of me?" I wondered silently, "Am I still attractive enough to excite a stranger like that?" Somewhere deep inside I began to wonder what Gerry's length would feel like inside me. "What am I thinking -- I'm a married woman!" my brain shouted. I looked at Dan again. I saw the familiar grin, the slight nod. Fuck -- he wanted to see this! I turned back to Gerry. "What do you want?" I asked. "Let me show you," he replied. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. His lips were so soft, felt so good. Before I knew it, I was opening my mouth in invitation. His tongue danced with mine. His breath carried a hint of peppermint. "God, you taste good," I said as I came up for air. By this point, my pussy was throbbing with need. I grasped Gerry's cock with my hand while we kissed, and rubbed it up against my bikini briefs. He slipped his hand down the back of my swimsuit and began to gently rub my ass cheeks. God, he felt good. I wrapped my free arm around his shoulders. He wrapped his free arm around my back and began to loosen the tie at the back of my floral print top. As he finished his task and released my breasts from their constraint, he stood back to admire my naked flesh. I took the opportunity to pull his tee shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. He was now completely naked. I, on the other hand, needed to get rid of my swimsuit panties. I could tell that Gerry was waiting for me to make that move rather than imposing it on me. "No turning back now," I thought to myself as I slid my panties down to my knees. I stopped long enough to tease him briefly, and I could see the wounded look on his face. I grabbed his hand that had been on my ass and moved it to my pubic mound. "Oh, my GAWD!" I moaned as he immediately found my soaked clit and began to rub. I pulled my swimsuit panties all the way down and off. We were now both totally naked. Gerry began to nuzzle my face once again, and our tongues returned to their mutual amorous combat. His hand that had freed my top was now working on my left breast, which was totally engorged with lust. He was stoking the fires of my innermost femininity with his other hand. I felt his hands move to the backs of both of my thighs, just above the knees. I let out a mew of dejection at his abandonment of my clit. Then I felt him lift me in the air, as he began walking toward the bed. He pulled the sheets back and lay me down, gazing lovingly at my naked and heated body. He lay down next to me. "Are you sure you want this -- all for a silly bet?" he asked. "Screw the bet. I want this -- period," I replied. "You can screw my husband, but the bet still stands," piped up Deborah. I couldn't contain a giggle. "I'm about to prove that your husband isn't as big as mine, so you just line up there and get ready to lick his cum out of my snatch when he's done, my little cream-pie girl," I retorted. Gerry smiled as he rolled over and positioned himself adjacent to me. "Girl on top?" he asked. "Sure," I replied, "it's one of Dan's favourite positions, so it's a good basis for comparison." I was brimming over with libido. It had been over 20 years since I had any man besides Dan inside me. Despite my ardor, I wanted to be sure Dan was okay, to let him know that I loved him and was thinking of him. I looked over into Dan's eyes and flashed a sign at him, extending my hand: index and pinky pointed up, thumb extended out -- the classic "I love you" from sign language. I straddled Gerry's legs as I prepared to receive his cock in my previously monogamous pussy. I looked back at Dan again -- he smiled and flashed the "I love you" sign back to me. Grasping Gerry's burgeoning dick, I rubbed his cock head on the juices around my sopping snatch. God, I was on fire, and as slippery as I've ever been. I closed my eyes, feeling Gerry's hands massaging both my tits, feeling his cock pushing up against my womanhood. I eased my weight down, feeling his prick beginning to part my labia... * * * * * Watching Christine spreading her legs wide, about to have her pussy penetrated by another man, was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed in my life. God, I was about to explode in orgasmic ecstasy right then and there. The moment seemed to hang like a "freeze frame" on a video. Only this was no porn show, it was real life. And my wife was really going through with this. It was too late to stop now. And then it happened: Gerry's dick disappeared in my wife's willing cunt. The scene was enthralling... captivating... frightening... I saw the look of ecstasy on her face as he massaged her heaving breasts and began pumping inside her. Her erect nipples and desperate pelvic thrusting told me all I needed to know. She was in an ecstatic frenzy. My hand lazily began stroking my own turgid shaft. "No-no-no, love," said Deborah as she saw what I was doing. "No getting yourself off while there's still a bet to be won." I'm sure my face must have shown the bitter disappointment in my heart and my loins. I desperately needed relief as my excitement began to boil over. She seemed to understand, saying, "Nothing says I can't be measuring you at the same time Christine's measuring Gerry..." Holy fuck! The Amazon was asking me to fuck her on the spot! I must have looked like a goofy kid in a candy store. "I-I'm sure I could accommodate," I stammered. She pushed me toward the easy chair in the corner. "Sit," she ordered. I sat down in the leather chair, which was a bit uncomfortable on my now-sweaty ass. As Deborah began shucking her swimsuit, my thoughts of comfort turned more to carnal desires. I glanced over at the twosome fucking on the bed. They had reverted to the missionary position, and Christine's hips were thrusting in perfect rhythm to Gerry's. "Hey, you're doing more than measuring over there," I accused teasingly. I rapidly returned my focus to the sexy type-A bitch who was unwrapping her treasures for me. As her top dropped to the floor, I witnessed the most magnificent rack that I had ever seen in the flesh. I momentarily wondered whether she had some sort of silicone enhancement, but then decided I didn't care as I reached out to gently squeeze them. Deborah maintained eye contact with me as she slipped her swimsuit panties off. It was as if she were looking into my soul. Somehow I felt there was a deeper connection between us. I badly wanted to look down at her snatch, but her transfixing eye contact silently commanded me to wait for her orders. My hands continued to knead her naked breasts. "Lick me before I sit on you," she ordered. Granted this permission to look (and do more) down below, I moved my hands down her body, briefly giving her ass cheeks a hug as I pressed my nose into her twat. My tongue soon followed. "Hey, I'm supposed to get that first!" Christine called from the bed. Gerry was still pistoning in and out of her soaked love tunnel, but she was watching what was going on with us! "So, you're planning to lose the bet?" Deborah taunted Christine. "Ummm... well, this -- hubby -- of -- yours -- is freakin' -- filling -- me up," Christine admitted with ragged breaths. I noticed her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of their mutual coital thrusts. "So -- you concede?" I was momentarily panic-struck. "Please, please, don't take this opportunity away from me," I thought, trying to send my brainwaves over to Christine. "Fuck, no," responded Christine, "maybe -- your -- 'fresh meat' -- will -- inspire Dan -- just like -- I'm inspiring Gerry." Thank God! My sweet, darling Christine! With that, Deborah put two fingers on my shoulder to push my face away from her mound. "You ready?" she asked. "You bet!" I replied. "That's what got me into this in the first place!" she deadpanned. I couldn't help but let out a peal of laughter. Despite my mirth, my cock was still dead serious. "For comparative purposes in measuring your lovely little -- and I do mean little -- tool," she joked, laying on her British brogue thickly, "reverse straddle will be the ideal position. Gerry's favourite." She turned away from me and bent slightly forward. Her ass was simply luscious. I squeezed each cheek as if it were a fruit I was checking for ripeness at the grocery store. Her vulva was framed by genuine blonde wisps of pubic hair, her pink labia pulsing as they begged for more attention. A strand of my saliva was dripping from her clit. Deborah straddled my legs, hovering over my dick, which was standing at attention. Pumping my shaft a few times with her hand, she placed my cock head in perfect position for penetration of her pussy. As she eased her slit down on my shaft, her silky slickness enveloped me. God, she was incredible! My hands moved up to massage her shoulders, and then slipped around to the front to rub her breasts from behind. I felt like rising up off the chair to thrust into her, but I didn't want to let go of her tits, so I had no leverage. My cock was straining inside her warm depths. I was sure I had to be bigger than I'd ever been. Surely, I'd make her think twice about claiming victory on the bet. As if reading my mind, Deborah suddenly puffed, "Dan, my sweet little Dan, you're not so little after all..." Suddenly, I heard a wail from over on the bed. "Ger-ry! Can you cum?" "Inside you?" he had the sensitivity -- or stupidity -- to ask. "Y-y-yes," she moaned, "God, yes!" Still in their missionary position, I saw Gerry's hand move down to Christine's snatch, frigging her clit. "Oh, my GAWD!" screamed Christine. Her hips were bucking wildly. I saw Gerry's thigh muscles convulse with his final thrusts before ejaculation. "Fuck me so good!" begged Christine, "fill me with your jism!" I could see the moment they reached mutual orgasm. The "freeze frames" of their contortions and spasms remain locked in my mind. Gerry's pumping slowed, as did hers, and he leaned into her for an extended kiss. Her body was shivering with release, as she cupped his head between her hands and returned the kiss.