Girl Getting Slammed

Two months had past since our last fishing trip as a threesome with Gary.
Since that time things had gone along back to normal. Once back on land
everybody resumed their normal roles, Kathy being the great little
housewife, Gary the best friend and me just enjoying their company. Gary
and I continued to fish nearly every weekend and though he and Kathy may
have joked and seemed more relaxed around each other, there was no
indication that they were fooling around when I wasn't around or that they
were going to "run off together", it had been a one time incident and
ashore they were back to their platonic "he's your friend, she's your
wife" state.

We had a long weekend coming up with a Monday holiday so Gary and I
planned another trip back to the middle grounds with the full intent of
actually doing some real fishing this time. Yeah right! Kathy decided
that she wanted to go again. I ask her if she intended a repeat of the
last trip. She said she didn't have it planned, she just didn't want to be
alone all weekend. Better to be bored with us than to be bored by
herself she said. Since nothing more could happen than the last time and
admitting to myself that if it did happen I had enjoyed it, we started
making plans for the 3 of us if it was ok with Gary. I could tell by
Gary's voice that he had no problem with it and that he was hoping for a
repeat of the last trip. His sex life hadn't improved with Glenda so he
was horny again. Things are different 50 miles out in the Gulf.

Much to the dismay of all of us, when Glenda, Gary's bitchy wife, heard
Kathy was going again, she wanted to go too. Now nothing is worse on a
fishing trip than a bored wife except maybe a bored bitchy wife. At least
on the last trip when Kathy had gotten bored she had fucked our brains
out, Glenda was a different story. There was only two times a day when
Glenda bitched about anything. One was when it was too dark, the other
was when it was to light. Other than that she was a "prima donna" that
primped around all day acting two levels better than anyone else around
her, especially Gary and I. She wanted to be the "yuppie type" and while
Gary and I both had white collar "yuppie" jobs, we were still just "good
ole boys" at heart and that suited Kathy just fine, but not Glenda.

Friday afternoon, Gary and I had sneaked out of the office a couple of
hours early, around 4:00 we all met at the dock. We each in our own way
gave Glenda her last chance to back out, reminding her that I was Captain
of the boat and if she wanted to come back before Monday afternoon she
would have to swim. She agreed and off we went. I have to say she
surprised me. She didn't start bitching till we cleared the last buoy.

First the cushions were to hot to set on. Then the engine noise was too
loud. Kathy did her best to keep her shut up. Especially after she saw me
starting to eyeball the anchor and a length of line. They went below and
changed into their swim suits to grab the last rays of sun. Kathy changed
in the main cabin but pulled the blinds on the hatch window unlike the
last trip, while Glenda must have changed in the head because I heard the
door close and lock. When the reappeared on deck Kathy was wearing her
genuine Wal-mart one piece while Glenda was sporting a French bikini that
covered very little but cost very much. Always the "style hound" she
probably paid $300 or more for the thing at some fashion boutique.

I have to admit though, she did look good. All that working out and
paying attention to her looks had paid off. Her tits filled that bra
piece like the bumper ornaments on a 56 Caddy. While that bikini wasn't
really a thong, it didn't cover much of the cheeks of her white skinned
ass either. Her workout kept that is solid well rounded form. I even
noticed Kathy looking her way a time or too. Like most women, Kathy
notice other women more to compare themselves to rather than any other
reason.

After a couple of hours more or less (a lot more when Glenda was
bitching, a lot less when we could enjoy the trip) we arrived at the
coordinates I had punched into the auto-pilot. After dropping the anchor over
the bow, Kathy ask if I thought we could have lobster for dinner, that
might make Glenda quit some of her bitching. I told Gary what I was going
to do and he grabbed his tank also. As much to make a statement to Glenda
as anything, instead of going below and changing into my trunks I simply
stripped then and there and pulled my gear on and was over the stern
followed closely by a naked Gary. My last glanced before hitting the
water was of a befuddled red faced Glenda with a confounded look on her
face.

We were down about 10 minutes had enough lobster and a few shrimp
to feed the four of us. Soon the grill was going and the wine was flowing.
Glenda kept nagging Gary to put his clothes on because Kathy was around
and Kathy kept insisting that he needn't because it didn't bother her.
Finally, I think to spite Glenda more than anything else, Kathy went below
decks and came back wearing only her see through beach wrap. Glenda liked
to have shit. Glenda said something about we were all behaving terribly
and that we should have something on. Kathy spoke up first and told her to
lighten up, we were 50 miles out and things were different here. "You
might as well join us, we'll take a skinny-dip after dinner", Kathy told
her.

After a couple of minutes Glenda went below and changed into her
beach wrap. Seems Kathy had forgotten to tell her about the hatch window
and the fact that she had opened the curtain. When Glenda turned the light
on we all sat back and silently enjoy Glenda in all her prudish glory!
Though not giving us the show that Kathy had the last trip, Glenda was
still a sexy site. When she reached behind her and loosened her top those
bumper ornament tits didn't sag a bit. Standing straight out I'd swear you
could have hanged a swing from her nipples. And those nipples!! I don't
know if it was the wine, the sea breeze, or the three of us setting around
naked, but those nipples were standing out like .45 cartridges. So hard
and pointed I couldn't think of anything but having one of those between
my teeth and tonguing the hell out of it. Glancing over at Kathy I noticed
she was glued to the site below and I could tell, even in the fading
light, that her nipples had come erect too.

While Kathy had never given any bi indications I do know that while we are
watching porn movies she seems to get wetter when the movie shows a woman
sucking another's breasts. Also I know that she enjoyed sucking and
nibbling on my nipples when we are making love. Hmm, this could be a
promising weekend after all, despite Glenda's bitching. Glenda, in her
"lady like" manner only pulled her bottoms off after she had securely
fastened the wrap around her, denying us of any more of the show. As she
turned off the light and started back up the gangway Kathy said with a
grin, "I hope you boys get as lucky this trip as you did the last". We
all chuckled. When Glenda hit the top of the gangway she ask what was so
funny and Kathy told her that we had gotten some "good stuff" the last
trip and hoped we got lucky again. It was an inside joke for the three of
us but Glenda unknowingly said she hoped so too! Bringing more smiles and
looks.