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   Maintaining Wooden Boats
   By Romany
   (M/F, cheating wife, M/F/M, oral, anal)
   It was the summer of '92 and I stood on the pier watching a couple
standing in the cockpit of a nice example of a traditional keel boat tied
up about thirty feet from where I was standing.  They were staring at the
side of the cockpit; the man with his back to me and the woman facing me
but partly obscured by the man.  I could tell she was pretty with long dark
hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a base ball cap.  She didn't see
me so I wandered a little closer and soon I could hear them talking.  They
were discussing the hand winch on the boat and I glanced at the object of
their interest and couldn't see anything obvious that may be of concern.  I
moved a little closer and my movement must have caught the woman's eye as
she looked past the man and stared suspiciously at me.  She muttered
something and the man turned around.  He instantly adopted a mildly hostile
pose and called out.
   "Can I help you?" he asked in a frosty tone.
   "I was wondering if I could help you," I answered cheerily.  "If I'm not
mistaken you have some issue with the winch."
   I moved up to the side of the boat now that they had acknowledged my
presence.
   "You know something about boats?" the woman asked.
   "A little," I replied.  "I've done a bit of sailing and I'm currently
working at Hammers Boatyard," I answered.  "I'm also finishing my final
year at college as a naval architect," I concluded my brief resume on
boats. "Do you mind if I take a look?"
   "Be my guest," the man said softening his attitude.
   I stepped down into the cockpit and he moved aside to allow me to look
at the winch.  It was a standard boat winch used to help raise the sails,
or tension the head sail; positioned on the side and adjacent to the cabin
head.  I could see what the concern was.  The base of the circular winch
drum was not flat to the face of the deck where it was mounted and, it was
tilted forward; with the screws to the rear of the circular mounting flange
visible in the gap between flange and deck.
   "Seems straight forward enough," I said.
   I summed them up as I stood back and looked from one to the other.  Now
that I could see her clearly, I was taken with the woman's beauty.  She
reminded me of a young Ali McGraw, the actress.  She looked about twenty
three or twenty four with a very pretty face and exquisite jaw line and
cheek bones.  Dark brown eyes and perfect teeth.  She wore a light blue
polo top and I could just make out the lines of her bra, holding
magnificent breasts.  Her waist was slim and hips nicely proportioned to
the rest of her body.  She wore a pair of light tan cargo shorts that did
little to reveal the full shape of legs and crotch, and a pair of white
plimsols.  I noted two very large diamond rings on her left hand as she
stood with both hands on hips.  The man was tall at about six two; and slim
and athletic.  He had a firm jaw line and neat dark hair, cut short.  I
picked him as a young lawyer or broker or some such yuppie occupation.  He
wore a dark blue polo with thin horizontal white stripes and a pair of
black Bermuda shorts with black cross trainers on his feet.  He had his
arms at his side and I saw the wedding band and it was clear they were
married to each other.
   "That's not the original winch," I began.  "It's smaller in flange
profile and the screws holes in the deck do not exactly match the original
winches' flange holes.  You can see wood pulp on the screw thread which
means the timber is very wet internally and the screws have not had a solid
grip.  The minute any serious strain has gone on the winch, it's pulled the
rear screws from the wood and tilted forward," and as if to illustrate, I
bent forward and picked some of the pulpy wood from one of the screws
thread and held it up for them to see.
   "We've just come in," the woman said.  "Because of the winch.  I pulled
the jib on and the winch just bent forward," she explained, supporting my
summation of the failure mechanism.
   "Did you recently replace this winch?" I asked and looked quickly at its
twin on the other side of the boat.
   I could see instantly the winches were the same so the propensity for
failure was possibly identical.
   "No," they answered in unison and I noted the man scowl at her as if he
should be answering my questions.
   The woman's face changed to a demure look and she folded her arms and
looked at the winch.  'Hubby has spoken' I thought to myself.  Easy to see
he definitely wears the trousers.
   "So these have been here all along then; and you haven't had any issues
until today?" I asked.
   "We've had the boat about a month," he answered.  "These winches came
with it.
   "Ah ha," I said with a grin.  "Do you know the people who sold it to
you?"
   "No.  It was in a brokers catalog," he answered.  "We inspected the boat
of course; took it out of the water and had a shipwright check it over
before we decided to buy."
   "Did you notice what the winches were?" I asked.
   "Not particularly," he answered.
   At that point the woman cleared her throat as a warning she was about to
speak and looked at the man.
   "Now that he mentions it, I think there were different winches," she
answered tentatively.  "I just recall they were a lot more shiny and maybe
taller," and she looked pensively at her husband as if he was about to
disapprove of her speaking.
   "How were they different?" I asked quickly, before the husband could
intimidate her for speaking.
   "These tops have a dark ring inset around the handle slot...here," she
began and pointed to the ring she was describing.  "The other winches were
all shiny on top," she explained.
   Her husband opened her mouth to speak and I feared he was going to
challenge her recall.
   "These are Davis winches," I said quickly.  "About right for this boat
with the sail you can carry.  The ones with the shiny tops are probably a
larger more expensive model," I said pointing to the faint impression the
previous winch left in the deck.  "The brass ring here basically keeps the
cost of manufacture down.  I don't know for sure but it looks like the
original winches may have been lifted after you agreed to buy.  And these
ones not installed properly...not a very nice deed," I concluded.
   "You think we've had the winches swapped between offer and purchase?"
the man said a little incredulously.
   "It's not unheard of.  And the water has got into the area that
previously was covered by the larger winches flange.  That's what's
weakened the wood and allowed the screws to let go their grip," I reasoned.
   "The bastard," the man muttered leaning forward to view the tilted
winch.
   I looked at the pretty woman and she smiled awkwardly.  I bet she felt
stupid being forced to demur to her husband in front of a complete
stranger. It was a refreshing glance as her smile was beautiful and I
couldn't help myself from staring.  Her rather mawkish grin gave way to a
sultrier look as she caught my stare and the smile was more suggestive.  'I
think you just got the glad-eye,' I thought to myself and a small thrill
ran through me.  She was smart and realized we had been silent too long and
soon he would look up and maybe catch us staring at each other.
   "What can be done...err...," she began and was clearly seeking my name.
   "Brad...Brad Hoffman," I answered and put my hand out.
   "Elaine and Robert Saunders," she answered and Robert looked up and
turned as Elaine and I shook hands.
   He extended his hand and shook my hand as well.  I made a mental note
that despite looking like a solid GI Joe type, his handshake was limp in
comparison to Elaine's.
   "Pleased to meet you both," I said quickly and then looked at the winch.
"I suggest lifting both winches and letting the wood dry out.  You'll have
to remove the paint underneath to let the wood dry out properly.  Then
treat it with epoxy.  Use the saturation product that permeates the wood
and increases the impact and tensile resilience.  Fill the old screw holes
with epoxy filler and then rotate the winches slightly so you make new
holes for the screws.  Don't go back into the same old hole position.  That
should see the winches firmly secured to the boat."
   Robert nodded his understanding but looked a little ruefully at the
winch.  He seemed to ponder my words and then looked at me.
   "I'm not much of a handy man and don't have any knowledge of the
products you refer to," he began a little sheepishly and glanced at Elaine
as if to ensure she wasn't going to say anything derogatory about his lack
of handy skills.
   "I can help if you like," I said brightly.  "The material is common from
ships stores and we can burn off the paint with a propane torch, and then
let Mother Nature dry the wood properly," I said with a chuckle.
   "We'll pay you of course..." Elaine began and Robert shot her a look and
then his faced softened.
   "Yes...yes of course," he said in agreement.
   "No need for that," I grinned.  "Just provide the material...you're only
looking at about $50-100 at the most for the resin and good quality
stainless screws."
   "When can you start?" he said and looked at the winch once more.
   Elaine cringed at her husband's bluntness.
   "Right now if you're game," I laughed and glanced at Elaine to show I
was OK with Robert's apparently selfish comment.
   "What do we need?" he started.  "I have no tools."
   "I have a decent tool box in my car," I said and motioned to the
shipyard across the dockside.  "I'll go and get it and let's get some
drying of this timber.  Basically she's a nice sound boat.  I like these
traditional styles.  No fiberglass or plastic to be seen."
   The both gushed "thanks" and I stepped up onto the pier and hurried off
to Hammers.  I encountered Mike Rosen, Hammers Boatbuilding manager, in the
car parking area and stopped and told him what I was about to do.  Even
though it was Saturday, Mike had come into go over his accounts.  He looked
at me carefully then grinned.
   "You're not moonlighting business off us are you Brad?" he chuckled.
   "Probably," I grinned.  "But I might get a nice meal and a free sail out
of," I answered.
   "Oh I see.  There's a pretty woman involved," he laughed.  "Well don't
let me stand in your way.  As long as you're not refitting the USS
Constitution, I guess it's OK."
   ****
   I returned to the pier where the Saunders were and noted for the first
time the name "Heather" on their boat.  She was a traditional type of
single mast sloop, with teak deckhouse and cockpit lining, with an Oregon
deck.  The rig was an alloy mast and stainless wire.  She had a square
stern with steep rake back to the waterline.  The name was engraved on a
nice teak plaque that took up a third of the width of the stern.  Elaine
wasn't there when I arrived and Robert was sitting waiting.
   "Elaine's gone to get some lunch," he said noting I was looking around
for his wife.
   "OK...well we can get started." I said.
   My tool box was an understatement.  It was actually quite a large one on
wheels that I had towed like a small carriage.  I opened it and took out
the butane blowtorch, and impact screwdriver and a short crowbar.  The
other winch may well be fitted tight and need some persuading to come off.
We worked on the tilted one first and removed the winch completely.  By the
time we turned our attention to the winch, Elaine had returned with a pizza
box and a six pack of beer.  I grinned at the beer and she pulled a face at
me.
   "No booze until the winches are off," she grinned and then looked
stricken she had said something offensive; by suggesting I was under her
orders when I was in fact a volunteer.
   "Yes ma'am," I said cheerfully and twisted the large screwdriver on one
of the screw heads of the second winch.
   The second winch was tightly fitted but with a little effort, I removed
the ten inch-and-a-half screws and soon we had both winches sitting on the
floor of the cockpit.  At that point Elaine came out of the cabin with two
plates with two slices of pepperoni pizza; handing us one each.
   "I hope you're not a veggie lover," she said." It never occurred to me
pepperoni might night do."
   "No problems," I laughed and took the plate from her and sat on the
cockpit seat.
   Robert was standing with his back tot he rear of the deckhouse and
couldn't see Elaine.  She stared at me and the glad-eye look returned
fleetingly and with a knowing smile, she turned and disappeared.  Soon to
return with a beer in each hand which she thrust out into the cockpit for
us to take from her.  We ate the pizza and I filled them in on my potted
history.  They were impressed I was studying to design boats and more
impressed when I said I had an interview for a twelve month internship with
Sanstrom yachts in Sweden.  For their part, Robert worked in DC for state
senator Harvey, and Elaine work for a firm of lawyers hear in town.  I
looked a little puzzled realizing Robert worked away in DC while she was
here in Massachusetts.
   "I'm not in DC all of the time," he said casually.  "Only when the
senator is there.  But I am away quite a bit but if I want to get on, I
need to build a network," he said rather pompously.
   Elaine grimaced hearing how he phrased his spiel.  He never once looked
at me while relating his job and implied aspirations.  He already had the
stance of an aloof orator.  I grinned at Elaine and nodded I was OK with
Robert's attitude to himself.  We finished the pizza and beer and Elaine
jokingly said;
   "No more booze until you've finished with that blowtorch," she giggled
as I started to light it up.  "We don't want to be burned to the waterline
by a drunken shipwright."
   Robert shot her another stern glance and her face sobered up and she
took the empty plates and beer cans into the cabin.  I was little pissed at
how Robert frequently put her in her place; or where he obviously believed
her place was one of subservience.  I carefully heated the circular area of
paint where the winches had been and scraped the heat-bubbled softened
layers of paint away; leaving a slightly ragged circle of bare wood
exposed; about two inches in diameter larger than the winch flange
diameter. The wood steamed on one side but there was more of a burning
smell on the side where the winch that had not failed was fitted.  The
timber here was drier and the fibers singed with the heat of the flame. 
This completed, I extinguished the blowtorch and placed it on the pier to
cool down.  Elaine was standing in the cabin, leaning on the raised cabin
step to the cockpit; her hand clasped in front as she leaned forward
watching.  Robert was examining the damper of the two burned-off areas so I
had time to stare at his beautiful wife as I finished with the blowtorch.
Once again there was a knowing look and the glad-eye.  As she was basically
stooped forward, I could see the curve of the tops of her breasts down the
open vee neck of her polo shirt and she glanced down where my gaze had
wandered and when I looked back she locked eyes and smiled, licking her
lips subtly but quite suggestively.  I must have blanched as she let a
little giggle go at my embarrassment at being caught ogling her boobs.
   "Well I suggest we leave her like this for a week and I will come back
next Saturday and hopefully the timber will be dry enough to coat with the
saturating resin," I said running a hand over the bare wood which was still
warm from the blow torch flame.
   "What if it rains?" Elaine asked simply.
   "Good point," I said.  "The flat surface will be exposed to any rain, so
I suggest you watch the forecast closely.  If there is a hint of rain,
particularly overnight, then you'll need to tape some plastic over it.  Use
duct tape and wrap the plastic down the cockpit side and over the side of
the boat by about three inches.  So the rain doesn't get underneath.  The
most moisture will release in the next twenty four hours.  Especially with
this hot sun and warm nights.  We can trust it for the next forty-eight
hour as I know we have a clear forecast," I explained.
   "What if it looks like rain when I'm at work?" Elaine asked looking at
Robert.  "You're in DC Wednesday to Friday.  I can't always get away."
   "If it looks like rain mid-week, I'm across at Hammers.  I'll cover it
anyway.  But if it's in the evening, give me a call," I said.
   "Sounds good," Robert said with an appreciative smile.  "What's your
number?"
   I ripped a piece of cardboard from a small packet of screws in the
toolbox and using a pencil from the tray, wrote down my mobile number and
handed it to him.
   "Thanks Brad...I...Elaine and I really appreciate your help here.  It
was really good of you to take an interest in our problem," he said
sincerely.
   "Yes of course," Elaine added.  "This has been so helpful...and
instructive," and she handed Robert and I a beer and then opened one for
herself.
   We drank our beers and chatted.
   "Where do you live?" Elaine asked tentatively.
   "Salem," I answered.  "I have an old bungalow I bought from my parents.
It used to be my grandfathers and he left it to mom," I explained.  "I'm
renovating it...slowly it must be said.  Money is a bit tight for major
remodeling right now," I chuckled.
   "Oh that is so fascinating," Elaine gushed.  "Is it one of the old
original New England dwellings?'
   "Nothing so grand," I laughed.  "No it is last century, and very sound,
but not one of those old houses from the Pilgrim days.  It does need some
TLC," I chuckled but I could see she was still impressed.
   "We'd always wanted to do something like that," Robert said as if to
upstage me.  "But our jobs mean we don't have the time even if we do have
the money.  So we bought this," he said indicating the boat.
   I knew we were in a subtle pissing contest.  He just bested me in his
way of it; `even if we do have the money' he had said pointedly.  I smiled
a little awkwardly, and draining my beer and handing the can to Elaine for
the trash, I turned and stepped onto the pier.  When I looked back, Robert
was draining his beer with his head bent back not looking at us, and Elaine
had a look of apology on her face at his apparent one-upmanship with me.  I
grinned at her and shook my head gently as if to say 'it's OK, I'm not
bothered'.  I bid them farewell, and dragged my big red toolbox back
towards Hammers, I just caught Elaine's voice hissing at Robert and he
exclaimed 'wh-a-a-at?' to whatever he said; as I walked out of earshot of
them.  I grinned knowing she might be demure around other people but she
obviously wasn't scared to chastise him for being rude.  As I turned
obliquely to the pier I glanced sideways and she was standing in the
cockpit of the boat looking at me.  Robert was crouching, back to me, as he
stepped down into the Heather's cabin.  Elaine raised a hand and gave a
discrete wave of goodbye; that knowing smile still on her lips.
   ***
   My phone rang late Wednesday afternoon.  To my delight it was Elaine
Saunders.  I had several urgent masturbatory fantasies about Mrs.  Saunders
since meeting her and husband Robert on the Saturday.  I had also thought
about her a lot, beyond the delicious stroking to orgasm to the image of
her face and body.  I was certain she was interested in me.  Either that or
she was a tease who enjoyed men who obviously admired and coveted her.  But
for some reason I felt she was the real deal and it was curious if I was
right, as to why a relative newlywed was already making 'come hither' looks
at men they hardly knew.  Perhaps that was it; she could get away with it
with men who may never have any opportunity to pursue the hidden promise
she offered.  This phone call changed all that.
   "Brad, it's Elaine Saunders," she began.  "I've just checked the weather
forecast and there's an eighty percent chance of precipitation tonight"
concern in her voice
   "Oh...really?" I answered skeptically.  "It's looking quite clear here
right now," I said.
   "Well apparently there will be showers tonight and I was concerned about
the bare wood on the Heather," she continued.  "Can I come up so you can
show me how to cover it properly.  Robert's been nagging me from DC to se
if you can help.  He's not very trusting of me I'm afraid."
   She sounded helpless; and I recalled they had said Robert was down in DC
Wednesday to Friday.
   "OK Elaine.  I finish at six; I'll go over and do it then," I offered.
`No need to drive up from Boston."
   "No...no...wait for me," she said with a little panic in her voice.  "I
need to know what to do."
   I frowned and looked at the phone; there was only three days until we
carried on with the repair on Saturday so it seemed a wasted trip for her
to come up.  On the other hand I could stand to see here again.  Perhaps
she wanted to see me.  Was that what this was all about?
   "OK...what time can you be here?" I asked.
   "About seven thirty," she said.  "I can leave after I've been home and
changed."
   "I'll meet you at the Heather at seven thirty then," I said.
   She hung up and I put my mobile phone back in my dungarees pocket.  It
was odd that she thought it would rain; and also the need to come up from
Boston herself to supposedly see what to do on a task that she would never
need do again.  I returned to the work I was doing on the trawler we had on
dry land and felt a sense of excitement about Elaine going to be her this
evening; without the domineering Robert.
   Given her estimate of a seven thirty arrival, I went home and showered
and put on a pair of Levis and a tee shirt and made myself a quick dinner
of steak and salad.  I put on a pair of open sandals and climbed into the
old '69 Mustang I had lovingly cared for since high school.  It wasn't a
big block model but nevertheless I loved it with a passion; sky blue with
that classic late `60s shape.  I drove to the marina and wandered down
towards the Heather; a roll of duct tape and plastic sheet in my hand.  As
I drew nearer the boat I was astonished to see Elaine disappear into the
cabin.  She was obviously early.  I arrived at the boat and stepped down
into the cockpit and looked in further astonishment at the two plastic
patches neatly taped in place; just as I had described needed to be done. I
looked at the sky and shook my head; still not believing it would rain
tonight.  As I surveyed her patches more closely I heard her give a small
cry of fright as she had poked her head out of the cabin and she obviously
had not expected to see me there.
   "Oh God," she laughed almost hysterically.  "You gave me a fright.  "I
was looking along the dock for you arriving and you were right there...in
my face" she said placing a hand to her bare breast bone.
   I say bare as she was wearing a tight white ribbed tank top and her
breasts were magnificent against the tight top.  She stepped out onto the
cockpit deck and I swallowed hard.  She was wearing a denim micro skirt and
open sandals much like my own, and she looked absolutely delicious; her
gorgeous face, and her hair now hanging long to her shoulders.  Tanned
arms, chest, and legs, as a testament to hours spent sunbathing.  I gulped
and a broad grin came across her face as she knew I had checked her out and
approved of what I saw.
   "See...I did it," she gushed standing with her hands behind her back and
one foot hooked behind the other like a ballerina; with a look of pride and
a smile of accomplishment on her face.
   I gulped again at her beauty, and nervously looked at the nearest patch.
She came right up beside me and I felt her breast touch my arm.
   "Yes you did," I croaked, barely able to speak, and her eyes were boring
into me as she studied my reaction.
   Elaine was enjoying my discomfort at her beautiful body being pressed
against my arm.  I ran my hand over the patch and checked the sealing of
the tape.  It was nice and tight with no air bubbles making a good
adhesion. I went to turn to inspect the other patch and expected her to
move to let me past but she stayed put and I turned clumsily into her.  Now
I was jammed against her; trapping me against the side of the cockpit as we
pressed together.  I stood and looked into her face and felt all my
conscious thoughts become scrambled and muddled as her breasts were now
right against my chest.  Her grin slowly faded and a determined look of
almost hunger came into her eyes.
   "The other one is just as good," she said locking eyes with me.
   "Good...good," I croaked feebly.
   I was totally disarmed by her presence and closeness.
   "Put those down Brad...there's something that needs attention in the
cabin," she said huskily, and I felt her hand pulling at the rolled up
plastic I held under my arm.
   I was trembling as I placed the plastic and duct tape on the cockpit
seat and she backed towards the cabin entrance and stepped backwards down
into the open cabin that made up most of the boats interior.  I knew that
as well as the cabin which was the main living, cooking and dining area,
there was a small toilet one side of the short companion way that led to
the sole bunkroom in the front of the boat.  These were basically all of
the enclosed rooms in the boat.  At thirty two feet the Heather was a
cruising boat and despite only having the single bunkroom, she was well
laid out for comfortable living for up to three or four of a crew.  To the
rear of the living area, and under the cockpit well, there would be a small
single cylinder diesel engine that was accessed from the living area behind
a removable panel; allowing just enough room to crawl in to service the
motor or battery system.  Forward of the bunk room there would be a chain
locker for the anchor chain.  There would also be a series of flat water
tanks and a small diesel tank for the motor fuel in various spaces and
nooks between the boats frames; the inlets being set into the deck timber
with brass threaded stoppers for removing when replenishing water or fuel.
This was bare minimum stuff but totally functional.  As I stepped down
facing forwards into the main cabin, Elaine stepped back and I saw her kick
her sandals off.  She was watching me like a cat watches the mouse it has
cornered, lest it makes a bid for freedom; but knowing escape is
impossible. I stood inches from her and she smiled sweetly.
   "There's something I need you to check for me," she said with a knowing
smile and she took one of my hands and turned and led me through the main
cabin, through the small companion way, and into the sleeping cabin.  I saw
that the previous owners had modified the usual sleeping arrangement of two
bunks top and bottom each side, to one queen size double bunk on the right
hand side, away from the entrance way.  There were two cupboards at the
foot of the bunk which would be closets, and one kind of long horizontal
open locker that could be cleared of any items, and could be turned into a
second single bunk for one person to sleep in; albeit a bit cramped.  I
wondered if the previous owners had a child that used this small would-be
bunk.  She stood demurely letting me take in the layout of the cabin.  I
noted the large bunk was covered with a plain gold colored duvet which
contrasted the darker mahogany woodwork of the cabin interior.  After
assimilating the cabin interior, I looked at Elaine standing facing me; her
back to the bunk and still holding my hand.
   "What is it you want to show me," I said looking around the cabin.
   Without saying a word, she caught the loops of the tank top in her
fingers and quickly pulled the garment off her shoulders, taking her bra
straps with it.  Her breasts were quickly exposed and my eyes bugged out as
if I was about to explode.  As I had guessed, they were magnificent. 
Surprisingly there was no bikini tan line and the breasts were the same
golden tan of her arms and legs; with large dark aureole and her nipples
already hard.  She grinned at me coquettishly and took the breasts in her
hands and massaged them as she licked her tongue over he lower lips; parted
for effect.  She was hamming it up like a call girl about to lay herself
out for the John.  I had a mental flash `you're going to get laid Brad' and
gasped audibly as I reached for her.  I took the breast from her hands and
with a moan massaged them and grasped the nipples.  The sudden pang of pain
from my roughness brought a gasp from her lips and she muttered `oh Christ
yes...' under her breath and wrapped her arms around me.  I was instantly
hard in my jeans and as I looked into her hungry eyes she took my face and
kissed me passionately.  Her tongue seeking mine and we stood making out
for a minute or two.  All the while she was moaning and gasping as I worked
her beautiful breasts.  Once we had locked lips she clung to me with one
arm over my shoulder while the free hand dropped to my crotch and she
groped my erection through the jeans.  She moaned into my mouth as she
kissed and eventually she broke the kiss and gasping `let's see what's
making this lump in there' she dropped to a crouch and deftly unzipped my
flies.  I was wearing boxer shorts and she had little difficulty getting a
hand in the flap and soon had my cock pulled out.
   "Oh, my, God," she said deliberately emphasizing each word with a pause.
"This is fucking enormous," and then she lowered her voice to a whisper and
I couldn't pick up what she was muttering.
   Her praise of my erection was like I had just taken a big fat hit of
cocaine; I was buzzing, light headed with male ego and pride.  I never
thought of myself as anything other than Joe Average in that department; in
fact I'm sure that's all I was.  `You're going to get laid, you lucky
bastard' the voice said in my head.  Elaine muttered something
unintelligible and I felt her mouth go over the head of my cock and for the
next five minutes or so she gave me exquisite head as I pinched and stroked
her hard nipples and cupped and massaged her breasts; heavy in my hands.  I
glanced down and it struck me the flashy rocks of her wedding and
engagement rings were missing from her left hand that was jacking me, as
she sucked heartily at my cock.  She had come prepared to seduce me;
removing the reminder she was married.  The eye contact of last Saturday
was the prelude to her intentions.  I wasn't about to complain or spurn her
despite her being married.  I was indeed going to get laid.  She was going
to see to it.  Eventually she gauged I was getting a little agitated with
the sucking and she took her mouth off of me and looking me in the eye she
stood slowly and reached behind her.  All the while holding my gaze as I
slowly worked her nipples, I heard a zipper release and the micro skirt
dropped to her ankles.  She was wearing a pair of panties with exaggerated
high leg openings so most of her hips were exposed at the side.  They were
not quite a thong.  She stepped back and pulled them from her hips and
stood naked.  The pubic bush was neatly waxed and trimmed to a small
rectangle of cropped hair and her sex lips were full and pink.  I suddenly
caught her odor; pheromones she was releasing due to arousal.  I dropped
one hand from her breasts and cupped the sex, sliding a finger between the
labia.  She was wet and warm and she let out a hiss and pulled my shoulders
and dragged me back to the bunk.  Her butt hit the wooden side and she
lifted it and slid back across the duvet but did not go full onto the bed.
She spread her legs and lifted her knees resting her heels on the wooden
end of the bunk and the invitation was clear.  Having lost the grip on her
breasts as she moved backwards, I placed my hands beside each thigh and
leaned in and down to her sex; open and inviting.  It was exactly what she
was wanting and she let out a deep sigh and groaned "oh fuck yes... eat me
up Brad, you gorgeous thing you."
   I ate her out as if my life depended on it.  I was standing on the floor
leaning into her and soon moved one supporting hand from the bed and shoved
three fingers into her loose wet cunt in one quick movement.  She bucked
and cried out in endorsement at the rough intrusion.  I worked her clitoris
with my tongue, occasionally nipping it lightly with my teeth; all the
while I reamed her open with my fingers pursed together like a single
digit. For a good eight or nine minutes I brought her close and eased her
back and eventually she became quite vocal and insistent I get her back to
the edge and finally she cried out "oh fucking Christ...go for it...do it
Brad...eat me out..." and she came hard.  The release saw her lifting her
shoulders off the bunk as she half sat up and wrapped her hands around my
head and pulled hard.  To get my face harder into her crotch and to use it
for leverage to hold her shoulders off the bunk as she came; muttering more
crude obscenities as her legs came around my upper body.  She had snared me
and as I frantically worked her cunt over with mouth and hand, trapped by
her gripping hands and legs, she eventually groaned in final defeat as the
orgasm wasted her.  Her tank top and bra wrapped around her waist with her
bare breasts heaving as she fought to gain control of her breathing.  I
eased back from her crotch as soon as her hands dropped away from my head
and shoulders and frantically opened the top button of my jeans and pushed
my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them clear; taking the sandals with
them.  I ripped the polo from my torso and moved back in between her
splayed legs, with her feet dangling down the wooden side of the bunk.  She
saw me coming through half closed eyes and vainly tried to move further
back onto the bed, but she was clearly fatigued by the orgasm.  Instead I
grabbed her legs below the knees and slid her towards me, her buttocks
hitting the wooden side of the bunk.  The bunk was just the right height
and I moved in, cock in hand.  She sensed the speed of my approach and a
hand feebly came off the bed as if to slow me down but it was too late and
I speared her to the balls in one rough shove.
   "Mmph...ugh...o-h-h-h fuck," was all she could say in belated protest as
I slammed home.
   I fucked her urgently; half standing and half crouching against her open
crotch and after the dizzy success of now having her beneath me, I calmed
down and slowed my rate and fucked her deliberately; watching her face as I
shoved into her.  I drew the fuck out for no more than five or six minutes.
The sight of her with her eyes half closed, watching me as I fucked her,
and her magnificent breasts wobbling from my exertions did me in and the
first indication I was going to cum came suddenly.  I picked up the pace
and lifted her legs higher and moved closer and consequently gained another
inch or so of depth as her buttocks were lifted back letting me go deeper.
I tried to hold back the bubbling release but it was impossible without
ruining the pleasure I was anticipating.  As I got a little deeper and more
ragged in my rutting her eyes came open briefly, only to be closed in a
look of mild anguish as I thudded into her insides.
   "Oh fucking hell," she gasped "go easy.  It's like your pushing a
fucking telephone pole up me," she whined and grunted and gasped in mild
complaint.
   I lost it; crying out and flooding her with a huge release of semen that
had built up despite the jacking session when I had fantasized about
exactly what I was doing right now.  Masturbation somehow does not bring
about the same release as the real sex thing and I pumped myself empty
inside of her.  The junction of my cock in her cunt making squishy noises
now that the semen was being pumped back by the pressure of air I had
pumped into her during the shoving and thrusting.  When I eventually pulled
back, spent from the depth of the release, her sex let out a slurping noise
as I came clear and then a small farting sound which she heard and groaned
in dismay at her body betraying her modesty.  She turned her face in shame
and her legs slipped from my grasp as I stood up.  My cock hanging just
below horizontal as it slowly began to deflate.  I was breathing deeply and
soon had myself under control though my legs felt fatigued and my head
heavy.  I wanted to lie down to.  I crawled onto the bunk beside her and
straightened us both around so we now lay top to bottom along the wide
bunk. She let me pull her to me and we drifted off into a post-orgasmic
doze.
   ***
   I came too and she was standing shaking me.
   "Come on...Brad...come on...get up," she commanded urgently.
   I sat up as she stooped and pulled her panties on; turning her back to
me as she dressed.  It seemed odd that she was now acting so modest having
spread herself open to me an hour or so earlier.  `Post sex blues', I
thought.  And then it struck me that she had been unfaithful to her
husband. Was this the first time?  I couldn't imagine so judging by how she
went for what she clearly had decided she was after when I met her last
Saturday.  Or maybe it was her inevitable guilt trip that she had learned
to control by indifference each time she had been unfaithful.  It was
getting dark outside.  I noticed the emerging early stars through the
skylight in the centre ceiling of the cabin and realized for the first time
that anyone on deck could have peered down at us having sex earlier.
   "What time is it?" I asked sleepily looking at my watch.
   "Time I got home," she said with a sense of urgency.  "Robert usually
rings on the home phone every night about ten thirty," she said.
   I looked at my watch.  It was after nine o'clock.  Shit we'd been here
since before seven thirty and the sex happened almost after I arrived. 
We'd been out awhile.  The sex was quite overpowering for both of us.  I
gingerly levered my legs over the side of the bunk and stood on the floor
and looked at her.  She gave me a brief serious "hurry up" glance as she
walked out into the state room.  I scratched my nuts and stopped and
sniffed my fingers.  They reeked of sex and I grinned and mentally
congratulated myself for nailing her as I dressed quickly.  When I stepped
into the main cabin, she was sitting on the top step to the cockpit waiting
impatiently.  I could see right up her micro skirt but there was nothing to
see; just the dim recess of her thighs held together and the thrill of
seeing up a woman's skirt, and imagination of the jewel hidden there.
   "Hurry up," she said again and turned and stepped out into the
descending gloom of the night.
   As I climbed up into the cockpit I saw she was already standing on the
pier.  The tide had gone down and it was now about a two foot step from the
Heather's deck to the pier.  I looked at the sky and it was crystal clear.
No clouds just the deep blue-black of the onset of night time.  There would
be no rain tonight.
   "Are you sure it's going to rain tonight?" I asked looking at the patch.
   "No," she said dully.  "I just said that as an excuse to come up
tonight," she said and stared sheepishly.
   I grinned at her subterfuge for getting us here.
   "You needn't congratulate yourself," she said sharply.  "I wanted
it...look...come on," I have to go.
   "If it doesn't rain, the temperature will stay warm, and being by the
sea it is humid," I began.  "The plastic will sweat and drip moisture onto
the bare wood, which will be just as bad as if it did rain," I explained.
   She scowled and muttered "oh what next" and she flounced back to the
edge of the pier and made to step down onto the Heather.
   "No...no, you get off.  I'll take the plastic off," I offered.
   "Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly as if she had to stay, but I knew
she wanted to flee.
   To get away from the scene of her infidelity and back home so she was
mentally prepared to talk to her husband as if nothing happened.
   "Yes you go.  I'll finish up here," I said looking at the patches, and
the plastic and duct tape I had dropped onto the cockpit seat.
   "OK...thanks," she said almost formally.
   I grinned at her tone.  I'd just seen her at her most personal and
intimate, and she was acting like I was some casual Samaritan doing her a
small favor.
   "Go...go," I waved my hand not looking at her as I peered at the first
patch and carefully ripped the tape off the boat.
   By the time I had finished she was long gone.  She never tarried once I
had waved my dismissal and I dropped the plastic and tape I brought with me
into the main cabin floor and closed the doors, clicking the padlock closed
to lock the cabin completely.  I took her plastic and screwed up tape with
me, and dropped it in a public trash can and climbed into my old `Stang and
started the engine.  The v8 roared into life and I sat with my hands draped
around the wheel and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
   "That is some fucking horny chick," I muttered to myself and snorted in
satisfaction I had blown her fuse, as well as my own while impaling her on
the bunk bed.  I drove home and after a brief spell of watching the local
news at ten, I hit the sack and drifted off into a deep welcome sleep.
   ***
   If I thought Wednesday was a one-off event, Thursday held another
pleasant surprise.  She called me about six thirty.
   "Hi Brad...sorry about how things finished last night," she began. 
"It's just that...well...I had a few pangs of remorse," she explained
quietly.
   "I understand Elaine?' I said, genuinely feeling that I did know how she
felt.
   "Thanks...I hoped you would," she said without elaborating in detail
about her remorse.
   I still felt I wasn't the first one she had committed adultery with and
decided that her management of her guilt was very much controlled and
learned from the previous affairs.  But her infidelity was so soon in her
married life and that's what puzzled me.
   "Can I come up.?" She said quickly.  "I have to take the bedding off the
bunk on the Heather...you understand?" she said evenly.  "I rushed off last
night before doing it.  I should have taken it with me."
   "Ah yes...it will need a wash," I said with a light chuckle realizing
she realized she probably had leaked my semen onto the golden cover leaving
a tell-tale stain.
   Elaine suggested we wash and dry it at my house and she could return it
before heading back to Boston.  I gave her my address and she said she
would go to the Heather and collect the bed cover and then come directly to
me.  She mentioned Robert had some formal engagement to go to with the
senator tonight and he had said he would not call as he usually did.  She
said there was no hurry for her to get back home.  She hung up and I felt
all abuzz as I had last night, only ten times more knowing now what having
her was like.
   "Geez I wonder if I get laid tonight as well," I muttered to myself
under my breath; not daring to blight the chance by uttering it too loudly.
   She arrived about eight fifteen; standing on the porch of my old house
with the duvet bunched in her arms; a Louis Vuitton handbag slung over one
shoulder.  She wore a white silk blouse that almost looked silver in the
fading light, and tight designer jeans, and a more expensive version of the
plimsols she wore when I met her last Saturday.  Casual but nicely chic
with it; mainly set by the blouse unbuttoned to show her ample cleavage,
and the expensive jeans.  All the outward signs of someone with a solid
disposable income.
   "Hi," she said quietly, smiling at me in the doorway.
   "Hey there...come in to my humble abode," I laughed and she walked past
me into the hall.
   She wandered along the hall, pausing to look into one of the front rooms
and then moving to the living area I had expanded by removing two interior
walls.
   "Oh this is really fantastic," she said with a smile, and gazed at the
polished wooden floor.  "This is an opportunity to really make into a dream
home?" she gushed looking around the large room.  "Can I have a look
around?" she asked expectantly.
   "Sure," I laughed.  "Here let me take that and get it into the washing
machine," and I took the duvet from her.
   I moved through to the kitchen area where I had already renovated one
wall as a lock away laundry behind a series of folding louvered doors.
   "Cold wash," she called as I heard her disappearing up the stairs.
   I placed the duvet into the washer and set it going on cold wash as she
had instructed.  She came back down after about five minutes and shook her
head in wonderment at what she had seen.
   "Don't you dare remodel up there though," she said waggling a finger at
me.  "This house is laid out just perfectly upstairs; as it is.  Just give
it the TLC you said it needed by redecorating," she said grinning at me. 
"We'll buy it off you," she added with a laugh, and then her face went
sober ass she realized what she said.
   I looked at her struggling with the impact of her words; the implication
that she and Robert could have anything they wanted if they wanted.  Even
to take something from me who had much less wherewithal to compete.
   "I'm sorry Brad.  I shouldn't have said that.  I know what you plan to
do with it...it was a joke and...not a very good one given the
circumstances of last night."
   "You're really referring to Robert's comments last Saturday...the sort
of `I'm better than you because I have money' comment," I reminded her.  "I
don't feel threatened by it.  What's mine, I've saved for and I won't be
comparing myself to anyone else no matter what they have that's bigger and
brighter than me," I said stoically.
   "No I meant the `we' meaning Robert and me.  I didn't much act like `we'
last night did I?" she said almost apologetically.  "I must appear like a
real bitch that I could contemplate coveting something for him and me, when
I have betrayed him so.
   "Elaine it's OK...I'm flattered that you like my house so much" I said
trying to ease her concern at her comments and what she thought I might
read into them.
   "No really Brad...it's a little hypocritical that after an affair, I say
I want your house for my husband and me," she said sheepishly.
   "Nothing to sweat about," I said with a laugh.  "I'm not selling...and I
wouldn't use the term `affair'," I said.  "It was a night of mutual lust
and we move on," I said trying to be gallant.
   Her face changed and clouded with a look of disappointment.
   "Do you mean that," she said quietly.
   "Of course," I said.  "That was then, this is now," I concluded but
noted she wasn't as relieved at my playing down last night, as I thought
she might be.
   "I was hoping it wasn't just about last night, despite my rather rude
running off like that," she answered almost sadly.
   "What do you mean Elaine?" I asked a little confused.
   "Well...I was hoping maybe it wasn't a one off," she said and stared at
me.  "But it sounds like you think it is and I behaved badly
afterwards...and I don't blame you for that Brad, really I don't."
   "Whoa...I thought YOU were thinking it was only a one off...and the
comment...joke... about you and Robert buying the house was just cementing
your attitude," I stammered.  "I just thought you had realized you couldn't
do that again because of your marriage," I said.
   She shuffled her feet and looked a little uncomfortable
   "That's not what I think," she said simply and stepped closer towards
me. "I know it appears bad, me being married...but...well...I was hoping I
could kind of stay a little longer," she said and glanced towards the
stairs and back at me again.
   My bedroom was up there and she no doubt had gone into it on her tour. I
caught her meaning and stepped towards her.  She saw me coming and her face
brightened as she anticipated the embrace and she let her handbag drop to
the wooden floor with a thud.  We embraced and the kiss was just as sweet,
if a little less urgent than last night.  We stood and made out for a few
minutes and soon she starting pressing in towards me and I felt her thigh
push against my groin with my hardening cock.  When she moved it around and
detected the cock getting hard she broke the kiss and gasped with a little
laugh.
   "I don't think he thinks it was just about last night," she chuckled,
and kissed me again while pushing her groin into my upper thigh.
   It was pointless wasting time standing in the middle of the room.  We
either move to the couch or head to the bedroom.  The outcome was already
decided.  I opted for the familiarity of my bedroom and the large
four-poster bed I had up there.  I broke the clinch and took her arm.  She
smiled knowingly and bent to pick up her bag.
   "Oh...I just have a few things for the morning," she said with a smile.
"In the car...I wasn't brave enough to bring them in; at being
presumptuous."
   I smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
   "Go get them," I said and squeezed her arms.  "I'll warm the bed up."
   ***
   I went downstairs about eleven thirty and dragged the damp duvet from
the washing machine and placed it in the clothes dryer.  I selected a cool
drying cycle so the bedding would not shrink.  I felt very hungry.  Making
love with Elaine had taken a lot out of us as I left her asleep; naked in
my big bed.  The sex was more like love making with a slower build up,
before the single coupling of this evening so far.  No oral interplay other
than kissing; and normal touching and feeling of each other as foreplay. 
Then when she was suitably aroused, she guided me over her beautiful
thighs; open and welcoming me between them.  We fucked quietly and steadily
and I learned far more about her sexuality than from the urgent collision
of last night aboard the Heather.  To her great credit she coached me
patiently so I got into her groove; and then allowed myself to catch up and
we hit the pleasure barrier together.  Both of us were gasping and sighing
as we pushed our hips against each other in release.  Elaine's in a very
vocal animated orgasm, and mine likewise rowdy in ejaculation.  Given the
compatibility of this sex we could have been practiced sexual partners for
years; not the less than an hour we had coupled together.
   I found a plate of chicken thighs I had cooked for tomorrow's lunch in
the fridge and opened a lone bottle of white wine I had, and trooped back
up the stairs to the bedroom.
   "Are you hungry?" I asked as I walked in.
   She raised her head sleepily and nodded, rolling onto her back and
pulling herself up.  She wasn't covered by any blankets or sheet and her
breasts hung magnificently; the nipples erect and inviting to be handled. I
fought the urge to initiate more sex and shuffled onto the bed beside her
and we devoured the chicken while sipping the wine.  We chatted idly and I
gently skirted around the obvious question; why was she here with me, so
early into a marriage?  She looked at me suspiciously.
   "I think I know what you are thinking," she said.
   She dropped her head and sighed and then turned and looked at me.
   "Robert and I have been together since I was about eighteen; when I
first came to Boston to college; BU," she began.  We moved in together
after about six months and, well, we just behaved like two kids that had
been given a new toy...sex and all that...you know."
   "Was Robert at BU as well?" I asked trying to make it a conversation and
not an inquisition and confession.
   She nodded.  "He was doing some post graduate stuff and left soon after
to work in Harvey's administration," she continued, referring to the new
senator Harvey.
   She took a sip of her wine and seemed to steel herself to continue.
   "Anyway we planned our marriage and everything was great but as the
wedding day approached, I noticed he seemed to be having trouble...you
know...in the bedroom," she said and used her fingers as quotation marks to
punctuate `in the bedroom'.
   "What happened?" I asked trying not to appear too eager to hear about
old Robert's droop problem.
   "I don't know why but gradually he couldn't get it up," she said bluntly
and glanced at me; probably guessing I was enjoying hearing about Robert's
impotence.  "No matter what I did," she said and gave a rueful smile as if
remembering.  "Sexy lingerie; being buck naked and behaving like an Olympic
gymnast with crude poses...ah...in short I behaved like a cheap whore and I
sucked the damn thing until he got chafed and I got strained face muscles
and a sore jaw.  All the while without a tremor of response from it," she
concluded ruefully.
   She took another sip of wine and realized her glass was nearly empty.  I
quickly filled it, draining the last of the bottle, and she sat and studied
it as she lightly twirled the stem.  I pulled a face trying to stifle the
laugh that was bubbling under.  The way she related her plight trying to
get Robert's mojo back was actually quite humorous.  She looked sideways
and saw me fighting a smirk and slapped my leg.
   "Stop it," she snapped but grinned after she said it.  "It's not funny,"
she continued trying to be annoyed at me, and then she started to giggle.
   She finally stopped giggling and sipped her wine and sat cradling it in
her hands between her legs, her arms draped over her raised knees as she
sat leaning forward.  I was lying on my side with my head propped up by one
hand as I studied her.
   "I am a naturally sexual person...as you've come to know," she grinned,
and held her glass as if in a toast.  "And so..." she said and looked
grimly at the wineglass in her hand.
   "And so you went elsewhere?" I said quietly.
   She blushed and then her look of embarrassment turned to one of
indignation at my quip.
   "Are you complaining?" she said a little coolly.
   "No...absolutely not," I said quickly and sat up, propped against one
arm and stroked her arm closest to me and gave it a soft kiss.  "Of course
not...and neither am I judging," I said trying to be as sincere as I felt
about her being here.
   "Just as well..." she muttered in mock reproach and sipped her wine.
   She put her wine glass on the nightstand and lowered her legs so they
were flat on the bed and skidded down so she was lying with her head on the
pillow.  She turned and looked at me with that sultry look she could muster
and curled a finger at me.
   "I have to get up early to drive down to Boston tomorrow so you we fuck
again and then we can have a good nights rest," she said, almost purring.
   And we did.  I crawled into her arms and after minutes making out and
manipulating the gorgeous breasts I slid a hand between her legs and noted
she was wet, and greasy from my earlier ejaculation.  Her arousal came
quickly and soon she was panting urgently for me to come into her again.  I
obliged and with her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms wrapped
around my neck, we fucked energetically together.  She came first and I had
to speed up to finish within her glow of orgasm; shuddering and crying out
as I emptied myself into her a second time that night.  When we finally
finished, she crawled out to the bathroom and after a peeing loudly with
the door open, she padded back to bed as the toilet finished its hissing
flush.  She crawled in beside me and after we embraced and kissed
goodnight, we fell asleep in each others arms.
   The day started shortly after sunrise when I became aware of her
handling my morning erection.  I came out of a deep sleep and realized we
were in the spoon position with me holding her from behind.  To my joy and
delight she moved her upper leg as she lay on her side and guided me into
her.  This was absolute heaven.  What a way to start the day.  The morning
woody sliding into the most beautiful derri�re I have ever embraced.  I
lifted the upper leg and held it as I rutted her on her side; and she lay
half bowed on the bed as I fucked her from behind.  There was no hint she
was getting off on it.  She was just letting my fuck her.  As I became more
urgent she rolled over onto her stomach, and I eventually wound up fucking
her doggie fashion as she lifted her butt to accommodate my height as I was
now kneeling behind her between her legs.  I came hard and grasping her
hips, emptied myself into her a third time since she arrived last evening.
Finally I fell off and to the side and she positioned herself half across
me as I lay on my back and gasped as the feeling of bliss ran through me.
She studied my face and grinned at me in a sad way.
   "You enjoy that don't you?" she said in mock understatement.
   "I do...I sure do," I gasped and grinned back.
   "I do to," she said softly and her eyes took on a far away look as if
thinking of someone else.
   Then she kissed my shoulder in a small show of affection and quickly sat
up.
   "Got to get going," she said, turning her watch on her wrist to look at
the time, and then she slipped off the bed.
   She showered quickly and appeared, still naked, and started to dress. 
She opened the small valise she had brought with her and I watched her
dress in a matching white bra and panties set, a white blouse and a simple
gray pants suit she had careful folded in the bag.  She smoothed the pants
and stood looking well dressed and professional; just as her job as a
junior lawyer demanded.  I noted she did not take time to apply any makeup
and I was impressed she preferred her face being natural without cosmetics.
But she did produce a small bottle of perfume and gave herself two quick
sprays; the aroma wafting to my nostrils.  She brushed her beautiful dark
hair with a brush from her handbag, and then fitted two nice sapphire stud
earrings she also retrieved from her handbag.  She quickly gathered up her
yesterday's clothes and stuffed them into the valise and soon stood ready
to leave.  When she bent over and kissed me, I could smell the bouquet from
her perfume.  I drooled hungrily and wanted to strip her naked and fuck her
again.
   "Don't call me, I'll call you," as they say, she said with a wry look,
and she stood and smoothed her jacket and picked up her bag and valise and
prepared to leave.
   "That's the perfect kiss off," line I grinned, and then the smile waned
as I realized I may have spoken the truth.
   "Wouldn't you like to know?" she grinned but then looked a little more
serious.  "Bye," she said simply and gave a little wave and walked out of
the room.
   I lay listening to her descend the stairs; the front door closing behind
her, and finally her small older model BMW driving off.  I glanced at the
clock radio; it had barely gone six thirty.  I didn't start until eight
thirty and it was no more than fifteen minutes to get to work.  I lay and
pondered what it all meant.  She had opened up to me yet I was sure I only
got the bare basics of what the truth about her infidelity was.  So Robert
had ED.  Most men go through phases like that and it seemed excessive on
her part to look elsewhere so early in married life.  I had known her four
days and she had engaged in uncompromising erotic sex with me; a virtual
stranger.  And this morning's opening of herself for my pleasure was the
most curious.  Letting me just use her to take care of my morning hard on.
That had nothing to do with her pleasure if that was what her infidelity
was about.  There was something not quite gelling with the whole episode;
here or on the Heather on the Wednesday.
   *** It was Friday and Robert called about eleven in the morning as he
was about to fly out of Dulles airport to Boston.  We had agreed we meet at
the Heather at ten o'clock on Sunday morning; to start to repair the winch
mounting.  He apologized that he had some business on the Saturday so that
was out, but Sunday was no obstacle for me.  I had made two round discs out
of marine plywood; slightly larger than the winch base.  I coated them with
epoxy resin and left them to dry; the resin accentuating the grain of the
ply so it would not look out of place on the Heather, with her teak trim.
The extra day until Sunday gave time for the resin to cure rock hard. 
These discs would be glued with epoxy resin directly to the deck where we
had removed the paint; and then the winches fastened by screws through the
ply and into the deck timber.  It would make for a strong bond that would
never let go even under the harshest range of normal use.  Something else
would give before the winches ever would.  I worked on my house on all of
Saturday and that evening I ate at a local bar and grill and gathered with
a few aquaintences until about eleven before going home.  On Sunday morning
I arrived at the Heather and found Robert already there.  He waved as he
saw me approaching; towing my wagon toolbox behind me and the box clanking
and rattling on the pier's planked surface.
   "Hey there," I called and he smiled and greeted me civilly.
   I was a little taken aback as I had expected a more effusive greeting
for someone that was about to do him a big favor.  But he looked a little
serious and spoke quite formally when spoken to.
   "I did a bit of preparation," I said and triumphantly held up the
plywood discs.
   He looked blankly at me, clearly not comprehending what they meant.  I
climbed down onto the boat and looked around, peering quickly into the
cabin.
   "She's not here," he said dully.  "She decided not to come."
   His eyes bored into me and his almost sullen expression and tone sent a
chill through me.  Did he suspect something between Elaine and me?
   "Oh...no...I wasn't looking for Elaine" I said defensively.  "I threw
some plastic and some tape down there Wednesday night," I stammered.  "I
was just seeing where it was."
   He furrowed his brow.
   "How did you get in there Wednesday night?" he asked suspiciously.
   "Elaine...when we thought it was gong to rain," I said and realized this
was news to him.
   "You were here on Wednesday...with Elaine?" he asked even more
suspiciously.
   I quickly explained the false alarm from Elaine about whether it would
rain or not and my coming prepared to cover the bare wood; and finding she
had done it already.  Robert listened seriously and looked somewhat unhappy
about what I was telling him.  Eventually he accepted the story after I
produced the plastic sheet and duct tape that had landed under the stairs
to the cabin.  I changed the topic to the repairs at hand and gave him a
quick run down on what I had to do.  He was a spectator as I coated the
bare wood with resin, placed a plywood disc over the bare patch now soaked
with the resin, and screwed the winches down through the plywood and into
the deck timber.  I moved the new screw holes around a few degrees to bite
into new wood and not use the old screw hole even though I filled them with
resin.  He was impressed with my method and he understood this would solve
the problems of both sealing the wood, and fastening the winches securely.
Despite being impressed at the repair, Robert remained diffident towards me
and said very little.  The whole repair took about two hours and after we
had finished, I cleaned up my tools.  I looked around and he was gone.  I
peered into the cabin and when I couldn't see him, concluded he was either
in the lavatory or in the bunk cabin.  I went down the short steps and
walked through the main cabin and the short companion way and saw him in
the bunk cabin.  He stood with his back to me facing the double bunk and I
realized with horror that the duvet Elaine had brought to my place, to
launder away the possible cum stains after our Wednesday night tryst, was
missing.  It was still in my clothes dryer!  In her haste to leave for work
on Friday, Elaine had forgotten about it.  It was clear Robert was now
missing the duvet that was here last Saturday but had disappeared meantime.
And now he knew that Elaine and I had been back on board together.
   "Well I'll be off then Robert," I said looking guiltily at him as he
turned to the sound of my voice.
   "Yeah...yeah...sure," he said dully, as if he wasn't listening to what I
had said.
   He looked back at the bunk and I decided I had had enough of him today.
I wasn't going to let on I knew anything about the duvet; or even that it
should be there.  As far as he knew, I had never been in here so how would
I know what should be there and was now missing; unless of course he
suspected I was in here on Wednesday night with Elaine.  I didn't wait
around for him to piece the possibility together and I literally fled. 
Climbing onto the pier and packing my toolbox to tow quickly off the dock
and back to my car.  I went home and opened a beer, drawing the cold can
over my sweaty brow as I had seen on beer commercials; and guzzling most of
it in one go as I realized the delicate situation I was in regarding the
Saunders.  As I regulated my rapid imbibing of the beer, I belched deeply
as the air rushed from my gullet and I looked at the laundry.  I stood and
wandered to the dryer and opened the door.  Sure enough there was the
duvet; all fully fluffed up now that it was dry.  If I had of thought
today's experience with Robert was the last experience with the Saunders, I
was still faced with the prospect of one or other, or both, coming to
retrieve it.  Robert no doubt would ask Elaine about it.  She would have to
admit I took it to wash for some reason or other.  Robert would wonder why
and I guess that would mean a lie as to why it needed laundered; though I
was sure Elaine would think of something plausible.  I just had the feeling
she told Robert a lot of lies.  I sat down at the table and pondered this
situation.  By the time I had rattled off two more beers I had adopted a
`fuck it' and `fuck them' attitude.  I had done him a favor on one hand,
and clearly had done Elaine a pleasurable favor on the other; albeit a very
suspect favor from Robert's point of view, if he ever got to know about it.
`Don't call me, I'll call you' Elaine had said and I was sure it was very
much the kiss off.  I felt happy about that sentiment.
   ***
   Over the next three or four weeks, I never heard from them.  I did note
the Heather coming back into harbor one Sunday evening when I had gone to
the Point Yacht Club for a late afternoon beer; and I noted at least eight
people crowded into the Heather's small cockpit as she motored without sail
back up the estuary to her dock.  `Too many people for a small boat' I
though judging the folly of so many crowded into the cockpit.  The
clubhouse was some distance from the general marina so I never saw them
after they passed by.  I had not forgotten the hot sex with Elaine and the
whole situation of her infidelity still intrigued me.  But I was resigned
to the fact the contact with these two yuppies was brief and final.  But I
was wrong.  Robert called me at home one Thursday morning as I was about to
set off for work.  He was still rather formal and superior in his tone as
he suggested he take me to lunch as a thank you for the work I did on the
Heather's two winches.  He said the repair was great and there was no more
trouble with the winch mountings, or fear they might let go again.  I tried
to pass off the lunch but he was skillful in insisting; as if I would be so
churlish to refuse his need to thank me for the work.  I suggested he meet
me at The Swordfish, a local fish restaurant near the marina.  Thinking it
was for a day in the future so that I had time to think of an excuse to
blow him off; he surprised me when he said he'd meet me at one o'clock
today.  Apparently he had taken the day off and he'd come up to Salem after
he had done a few errands.  I reluctantly agreed and hung up feeling
unhappy I had not pushed back harder.  He arrived promptly and joined me as
I waited at the bar.  He greeted me cordially and the server showed us to a
table with a view of the inner marina.  After he settled in he ordered a
Chivas Regal on the rocks and I ordered a beer.  He looked at me almost in
pity that I was ordering beer and not a cocktail or harder drink.  He was
dressed in designer blue jeans and a light brown shirt.  He had a dark
green sweater around his neck; tied loosely in place by the sleeves.  I
thought this looked stupidly preppy and pretentious and smiled to myself at
what a clich� for the would-be-if-could-be he portrayed.
   "So...Brad...how's it been?" he started somewhat formally.  "How are the
house renovations?"
   The last question surprised me.  Had Elaine told him she had been to my
house?  Then I remembered I had told them about it the first day I met
Elaine and him.  I realized I was in a defensive frame of mind; born out
the guilt of having screwed his beautiful wife.
   "Slow," I chuckled.  "Also limited by the lack of capital; and the urge
to stay on the couch when I should be working."
   He laughed in a polite way at my humor and looked around nervously
searching for the server.  He clearly wanted that drink.  The server
arrived and placed the drinks on the table and we ordered lunch.  I went
for fish and chips and he went for a plain Cesar salad.  He's in a fish
restaurant and he orders a plain salad!  He held his glass up as a toast
and we touched glasses.
   "Here's thanks for the professional repair to the Heather," he said and
we both took a drink.
   I studied his face as he grimaced as the scotch hit his taste buds. 
`You're not a scotch drinker' I thought.  `Just a fucking poser showing off
what a suave guy he thinks he is'.
   He looked around a little furtively, as if someone might be there that
recognized him sitting with me; dressed in my work clothes which were neat
but not as up market as his attire.  As if he was roughing it by sitting
with me.  He looked back and cradling the scotch glass in his hands he
looked at it intently.  I studied him, thinking he was someone I would
never have anything in common with, and praying this lunch would be over
quickly.
   "So Brad...how was it?" he said quietly not looking up at me.
   "How was what?" I said puzzled at the question.
   "How was it fucking my wife?" he said deliberately and then looked up to
gauge my reaction to the question.
   The question hit me like a blow to the head and I blinked and sat with
my mouth open.  He laughed derisively realizing he had floored me with the
question.
   "So it's true?" he said still laughing, almost sneering at me.
   I sat dumbfounded at his question and the fact that he had either
already known or had guessed following my reaction.
   "Of course it's true," he said almost dejectedly.  "Elaine told me and
if anything, she's as truthful as she is promiscuous; and she's very
truthful," he said ruefully and held the glass up as if to toast Elaine's
supposed honesty.
   He took another belt of the scotch and I noted he drained the glass, and
then looked around for the server; obviously wanting another.  I took his
attention to where the server was as a short period to gather my thoughts
in reply.
   "I'd normally say I'm sorry," I began, determined to wrestle back some
advantage, "but it seemed the best possible thing to do given the
circumstances," I said staring him in the eye.
   My response caused his mouth to drop open and he sat looking confused.
He was expecting me to lie down and take his shit; maybe to apologize and
grovel for forgiveness.  But I was subtly rubbing his nose in it.
   "Wha...what do you mean...the best possible thing to do?" he stammered.
   "I helped you with your boat, and I helped your wife with her problem,"
I said staring at him; my jaw set.  "Both things I really liked playing
with."
   I despised Robert for being such a pompous jackass.  So sure of himself
yet so vulnerable.  This asshole was never going to make it in politics. 
He was a wimp.  He gulped and looked quickly away to avoid my gaze and
looked nervously at his empty glass and so as to avoid the situation that
was backfiring on him, he looked around for the server and caught her eye,
holding up the glass.  I turned and noted she had nodded her understanding
and she headed for the bar to get him another drink.
   "And to answer your question, she was magnificent," I said rubbing it in
that I had enjoyed fucking his beautiful wife.
   The server came with another scotch and he grabbed it greedily and took
a swift hit of the booze, pulling a face as the scotch hit him.
   "Could you get me one more," he said to the server and she looked at me
quizzically.
   "No I'm fine thanks," I said holding up my near full Heineken.
   "So in effect, you've already paid for my services...on the boat...or
Elaine has at least," I said acerbically and held my bottle up in a mock
toast of thanks, and took a swig.
   He caved in at that point.  His holier-than-thou posturing kicked out
for good.  He sat sullen with his hands clasping the scotch.  I knew the
last belt of the booze was still reverberating around his taste buds and he
couldn't stand a second swig of the juice.
   "So what did she say?" I asked casually, feeling a whole lot better.
   "She told me about the night on the Heather...the duvet...and, well
spending the night with you," he said ruefully, still not looking at me.
   He took another drink of the scotch only this time it was more of a sip.
He sat and contemplated the situation and then he looked up almost
sheepishly.
   "She...ah...she told you about our problems," he began, and looked
around as if the world was eavesdropping on his words.
   "Your erectile dysfunction?" I asked bluntly.
   He cringed and looked around again as if some might have heard me.
   "Yes...yes...that's my problem, but...ah...I mean our problem," he said
looking at me realizing I had missed his meaning.
   "I thought that was your problem...both of your problem," I said looking
quizzically at him.
   He seemed to gather some confidence that he had some information I
wasn't aware of.  He leaned forward and seemed to relax a little.
   "No...no...well yes...because of my...ED as you put it...but I meant the
problem we have with a solution to...ah...good bedroom relations," he said
and his face seemed to brighten as he got the words out.
   The server arrived with our meals and we thanked her as she placed them
before us.  She did the routine check if we wanted anything else and I
suggested another beer in about ten minutes and she nodded and told Robert
she'd get his third whiskey right away.  I squeezed lemon juice on my fish
and Robert sat and watched me; then slowly dabbled with his salad, waiting
for me to pay attention to him.  The server returned with his drink and a
cheery `how is everything' and being assured it was `great', she would
leave us alone for ten minutes until my second beer was due.
   "So you have a problem that is not specifically about me fucking your
wife," I said crudely, tucking into the succulent battered cod.
   Robert cringed at my words but the intensity was still in his eyes from
his mention of their `problem'.
   He took a small mouthful of salad and then patted his lips with his
napkin and leaned close towards me.
   ***
   Robert told me a remarkable tale about him and Elaine.  A story that
dovetailed in with what Elaine had already told me that night she stayed at
my house.  Just as she said, their sex life took a drastic drop off not
long before they were married.  He admitted it was due to his increasing
impotence in the bedroom with Elaine but confessed it wasn't a total thing
as he was still able to function sexually with a procession of other secret
sex partners he saw without Elaine's knowledge.  Mostly hookers.  I sat and
pondered this news.  So there was nothing unique in that department. 
Husbands, wives, girlfriends and boyfriends often got into a rut at home,
only to be rejuvenated by illicit couplings behind their partner's back.  I
took a swig of my beer and looked at him with a `so what' attitude.
   "Not so unusual, you say?" he said looking at me.  "Well we did try to
fix it jointly," he said almost in triumph.  "Me being with hookers only
gave me release and did nothing for us together.  And though Elaine never
knew about that...still doesn't know about it by the way...she bought into
my solution.  Reluctantly at first but soon she was an equal party to it."
   I looked at him quizzically, trying to get some understanding of what he
was referring to.  Robert went on to truly amaze me and knock my smug ass
back down.  It seems he found out that Elaine also sought comfort
elsewhere, and not with a male hooker.  Robert found out about her
infidelity when she threw the fact at him during an argument about yet
another failed performance on his part.  Despite her angry confession, he
stayed silent about his extracurricular activities and instead railed her
about the damage her infidelity could cause to his long term aspirations in
the political arena if her indiscretions got out.  Instead of continuing to
attack her in self righteous indignation, he calmed down and put to her the
proposition that they introduce a third and fourth party into the bedroom
with them.  At first she was shocked and accused him of being sick and
perverted but over a short period time, and more failed attempts at
coupling, she agreed to listen to his proposition.  He suggested a swap but
not in separate rooms or locations.  Two couples enjoying each other
together in a group.  That way they would be up front with each other
despite him still not admitting infidelity on his part.  He admitted it was
a fantasy he held that caused him great excitement and could only help. 
She was skeptical there was any easy yet discrete avenue to find such
couples and he confessed he knew of at least two in DC that he had became
aware of in his social circles on the cocktail circuit.
   "To cut a long story short, and to bypass the gory details, she went
along with it and it worked," Robert said triumphantly, and stuffed a
forkful of salad into his mouth.
   His appetite seemed to have returned.
   "What, you and Elaine joined with other couples?" I said somewhat
skeptically.
   "Exactly...only one couple at a time...but three different ones over a
period of ten months," he said seeing I was not convinced.
   I sat and looked at him, doing the quick math.  I figured they had been
married maybe three years and his ED had started before their marriage.  So
given a few months to get to his solution, and then ten months elapsed,
there was a gap of about two years till now he hadn't covered.  I blithely
pointed this out to him.
   "Well not exactly right; but close enough, and yes I have to admit the
solution did not fully solve the problem; for a number of reasons," he
said. "Not the least of which these was these couples were in DC and we had
to travel down; which we couldn't do every time we wanted to make it.  But
even then, there was another issue that caused us grief."
   "What happened?" I asked patiently.
   "Well I soon found that the group sex wasn't having the effect that I
needed.  And in these group swap situations, the intent was to pair off
with the other guy's wife.  Which was OK for awhile but I seldom got it on
with Elaine; well there was no point going with your own wife if you'd
invited another couple in.  It's only natural you swap over.  But the
distressing thing was I soon reverted back to being...ah...somewhat non
responsive to the other guys wife or partner," he said and his buoyant mood
waned as he clearly remembered the painful experience of not getting it up
for the other woman.
   "So back to the drawing board," I said making light of his problem.
   "So we got dropped by the other couples," he said and sat back and gazed
at his nearly empty salad plate.  "Seems the wife was less than impressed
her husband was getting it from Elaine and she was missing out with me."
   He took a generous swig of the scotch and this time didn't flinch as he
swallowed the liquor.
   "So what happened next?" I asked curious as to what had happened over
the last two years or so; after their swap phase collapsed around his
impotence.
   "Well we sort of drifted for a few months.  We still tried together, as
we always had, but without success and then Elaine had another affair.  I
found out about it and we went back to fighting again.  I tried some
counseling as I was sure my issue was mental not physical, and remember I
could make it with hookers.  But there was a need a quick solution as well
as a longer term plan of professional help to sort my problem properly," he
explained.  "And I couldn't stand Elaine continuing to have affairs."
   "And that's where it stands now then?" I said preempting the conclusion.
   "Well yes and no," he said looking at me intently.  "Elaine disappointed
me and had another affair...well several actually; and the second after the
swap experience and the guy became our first experience as a threesome..."
he said watching me for my reaction.
   "What!  Elaine invited her lover to join you?" I said somewhat surprised
at this turn of events.
   "Exactly," Robert confirmed.  "It worked.  I...um...got off on watching
them, and as there was no other woman to distract me with their
expectations, I could concentrate on Elaine and the guy and found I could
get it on with Elaine after the other guy," he said blithely.
   I sat with a wry smile on my face.
   "I've heard about this but I've never known anyone admit to it," I said
with a chuckle of disbelief.
   "I have come to know that there are more liberal people out there than
one might think," Robert said a little pompously.
   He couldn't help himself appearing all-knowing and experienced, despite
the delicacy of what he was sharing with me, a virtual stranger.  I must
admit his tale must have taken a lot of guts to tell to me.  I pondered his
story of the more recent solution to their problem.
   "You said Elaine had several affairs since the swap experiment," I said
thinking through what he had said.  "If the threesome solved the problem;
her bringing her lover into the mix...so why did she feel the need to find
other lovers?" I asked.
   "Ah...the first guy soon felt somewhat superior," he said ruefully.  "He
started to be more than a little offensive towards the situation; believing
the sexual balance was in his favor with Elaine.  In short he treated me as
second class and her as his property and it could not continue," he said.
"So we cut him out."
   "So she had a third affair...and you invited that guy into the mix?  I
speculated.
   "Yes.  But sadly that soon went the same way as the first.  All ego and
testosterone," he said ruefully.  "So we agreed we had found a solution but
not the right person for the solution to be totally successful," Robert
said with some sadness.  "We needed the right person who would see he was
the addition not the prominent part in the mix."
   "But he was," I pointed out.  "Without him, you and Elaine would be back
to square one."
   "Yes of course, but we wanted the right person who would not push that
point of view," he said dejectedly.  "Selfish really but the sum of the
whole was still Elaine and me and our marriage."
   "So you wanted a stud with no preconceptions about him and Elaine?" I
said putting it in context.
   He nodded a little sheepishly realizing it was a tall ask to expect some
hot blooded male who had been having Elaine in a one-to-one affair, to
suddenly drop back to being the hire stud.
   "Phew...well I must say that's a strange tale," I said genuinely
interested in the tale.  "But I'm more than a little curious as to why you
are sitting here filling me in on your private life," I said looking at
him.
   He shifted uncomfortably on his seat and pushed the salad dish away and
leaned forward.
   "You're Elaine's fourth lover since the swap experiment," he began
quietly, though looking at me intently.  "And I...we...would like to put
forward the proposition...you join us," he said, his eyes searching my face
and studying my reaction.
   I feigned being impassive but my heart leaped at the suggestion.
   "You've discussed this with Elaine?" I asked suspiciously.
   "Yes...of course...after we had our fight about her being with you.  It
made sense.  It was like the situation as the previous two...that initially
worked...but different in the sense that I had met you before your get
together with Elaine.  So I already had a basic perspective about you.  Not
to just have Elaine's lover turn up to perform on cue; and expected to fit
in as I had explained," he said and then leaned back in his chair as if a
great weight had been lifted from him.
   So this was the real reason for the lunch; to ask me to join him and
Elaine in a threesome on their marital bed.  We sat facing each other.  He
looking at me expectantly but clearly giving me time to assimilate the
proposition.  The story was fascinating, almost lascivious to me.  I
imagined the beautiful Elaine being screwed while this jerk of a husband
watched in the hope of getting a hard on; and then to provide his wife with
conjugal bliss.  Despite my prurient interest a voice was nagging at me
that this was not normal and I should avoid any further contact with this
weird couple.  Their bedroom habits certainly defied their outward persona.
Elaine was clearly as promiscuous as Robert had said and she felt she had
good reason to cheat; and I had experienced it.  He had confessed his
infidelity to me and yet, despite being in with her on the m�nage and
threesome experiments, he still couldn't be honest with her in admitting he
was as bad as she was at being faithful.  That part nagged at me.  Why was
he able to get it up one-to-one with a hooker, but not get it up with
Elaine or with another woman in the m�nage?  Neither could I understand how
he could get excited at watching another man screw his wife but I knew that
there were men that easily got off on that so I accepted it.
   ***
   I walked back to the boat yard.  It wasn't too far from the restaurant.
I had declined his offer of a lift after lunch, wanting to think about this
bizarre yet exciting proposition as I walked.  Not exciting as if I had
agreed to participate and therefore felt expectant, about it, but exciting
as I was being propositioned in a way I could never have dreamed possible.
In truth I had deferred my answer, which he said he understood.  No doubt
Robert was feeling cautiously optimistic that I hadn't given him a flat out
no.  He limply shook my hand and asked me to think about it and to call him
when I had made a decision.  He handed me his business card and left.  I
studied the card as he drove off in his shiny black BMW, and I held it in
my hand on the walk back to work.  After the fifteen minutes walk to the
yard, I stopped at a row of empty fuel drums used as trash cans, and
ripping the card into pieces, I dropped them into one of the drums.  I was
no performing seal or hired stud.  I had had a more than enjoyable time
with Elaine.  I didn't need to pursue it any more.  In short, I did not
trust Robert Saunders.  And there was enough of an enigma about Elaine that
led me to conclude I should not have any contact with them.  That was until
Elaine called to see me three weeks later.  I was stunned to see her
standing in my doorway one Tuesday evening about seven o'clock.
   "Hi she said quietly and stood staring at me with a look of
embarrassment.  "I thought I'd best come see you...given the
circumstances," she said.
   "Is Robert in DC?" I asked a little derisively.
   She narrowed her eyes as if to respond angrily then her expression
softened and changed to one of mild hurt.
   "No...he's at home...waiting for my return...to see if I can...persuade
you to...join us," she said staring at me.
   "You'd best come in then," I said and stepped aside to let her enter.
   She walked straight into the living room and stood waiting for me.  Her
arms folded and her Louis Vuitton bag over one shoulder.  She looked
ravishing.  She wore a tight brown long sleeve vee-neck ribbed sweater and
fawn pants.  I had no doubt she had dressed to accentuate her figure and
the sweater and the pants did her obvious charms proud.  Her breasts full
and firm under the tight sweater, and her pubis and crotch accentuated by
the tight fit of the pants; with her thighs framing the vee hugged by the
tight material.  I approached her and stopped just beyond arms length and
studied her.  As I did not close in further, she unfolded her arms and
stepped towards me, maintaining eye contact, and took my shoulders and
leaned up and kissed me in a kiss of someone meeting an old friend after a
long break.  She broke the kiss quickly, not wanting to overdo the greeting
but then seemed to have a second thought and moved into me fully and
embraced me; kissing me more passionately.  I couldn't help it and
surrendered to the moment and embraced her and kissed back passionately;
our bodies pressing hard against each other.  My planned resistance
dissolved and I maneuvered her to the couch as we kissed and she tumbled
back onto the leather as the back of her legs hit the seat.  The next ten
minutes were an erotic blur.  I got her slacks, boots and panties off her
in one sweeping move, and she pulled the sweater from her upper body.  She
had no time to attend to the bra as I roughly pushed one leg against the
couch back and the other she willingly splayed out off the seat as her body
lay along the seat; and I went in between her legs to her trimmed crotch
and slobbered her like a slavering wolf over its prey.  She groaned and a
sob escaped her lips as I slithered my tongue between her labia and hit her
clitoris.  For five minutes I ravaged her with my mouth and tongue, sliding
three fingers into her wet loosening cavern.  I was vaguely aware of her
being in a state of agitation and at one point, glanced up and saw she was
feverishly massaging her nipples; her bra pulled off the heavy globes so
she could fondle herself.  She was now whining and groaning in pleasure and
she soon lost it and came hard; noisily arching her back and grabbing my
head in the final throes of going over the top with her pleasure.  Gasping
and groaning as the orgasm swept through her.  As she calmed and struggled
to regain her breathing, I stood from my crouching position, the backs of
my knees aching from cramp; I pulled the front of my jeans open quickly and
pushed them and my boxer shorts below my knees.  My cock waving hard below
my tee shirt and I advanced into where my mouth had just caused havoc.  She
tried to sit and uttered "no...please..." as she tried to grab my cock in
an attempt to take me in her mouth.  I was too far gone for any foreplay
and I pushed her chest and she flattened against the couch seat as I
engaged my cock and shoved balls deep in one shove.  She grunted and sobbed
`oh God...oh God Brad...fuck me...fuck me Brad...please fuck me" and I
started fucking her like my life depended on it.
   The couch leather squeaked as her naked butt was shoved around as I
slammed her hard ad deep and she was gasping and uttering "oh Christ" as I
went in deep; and then sighing as I eased out before surging back in.  I
was simply rutting like the stag on the doe and in some way, punishing her
for the bizarre situation and experience I had been engaged in with her and
her peculiar husband.  I lasted no more than a few minutes and she finally
accommodated my vigor by holding my upper body; her arms wrapped around my
shoulders with our faces inches away.  I studied her face as she lay
clinging to me with her eyes half shut though I knew she was watching me. I
came hard lifting my head back in an effort to drive myself as far into her
as I could and finally emptied myself in a series of ever decreasing spurts
of cum until I was finally spent; collapsing on top of her in fatigue.  It
had been a delicious carnal fuck and as I dropped my head beside hers, over
one of her shoulders, she nuzzled me with her face and breathlessly
whispered;
   "Please come to us Brad...please join us...I want you so badly."
   "Yes," I gasped simply and draped an arm across her body to hold her.
   I was perilously perched on the front of seat as the couch was not deep
enough for two bodies side by side together.  One leg was right off the
couch almost with the knee on the floor.  I couldn't remain here like this
for too long, because if I dozed off as my body wanted me to do, I would
surely fall on the floor.  I mustered my strength and stood up.  I regarded
her lying naked except for her light tan bra hooked below her breasts which
were held up unnaturally by the garment tight under them.  Her outer leg
was now lying along the couch with the inner leg bent and pressed against
the couch back.  From where I stood I could see her sex lips dilated from
the recent plundering; reddened at the lips of the labia with a vague
wetness about them.  The small neat rectangle of trimmed pubic hair looked
somewhat ridiculous in relation to the curves of her pubis, vulva and inner
thighs.  She had come here to convince me to join her and Robert and in a
moment of lust I had agreed.  Gazing down on her now, as I pulled my pants
back up, I admitted she was well worth me wanting to do her again; despite
the thought of her husband watching, just as they wanted me to.  What did I
have to lose?
   The half hour she remained was actually nearly romantic.  She dressed
neatly and we sat on the couch together.  She cried a little and told me
she had fought with her desire to come and see me again after the night she
spent with me; believing she had to break the cycle of her infidelity to
Robert.  She admitted she couldn't stop thinking about me and claimed how
she was feeling was something totally new to her.  I sat and studied her
face, half disbelieving her talk as just persuasion to endorse my agreeing
to join them in bed.  But I was searching for some sign she was being
honest about how she felt about me.  She told me how Robert had trapped her
by asking about the missing duvet on the Heather, and not telling him she
had been on board the boat with me while he was in DC.  She related the
blazing row that followed his accusation and eventually throwing our affair
in his face as she had done with the others.  When I pressed her, she
admitted I was probably the sixth or seventh lover she had had since being
married; not counting the men in the swap couples.  I was sobered by this
admission and realized I was not necessarily unique in her life.  Yet
somehow she still managed to make me feel I was special.  I had learned
just how persuasive Elaine was and after she had gone, finally taking the
Heather's bunk duvet with her; and I had promised to join them that coming
Friday evening, I chastised myself for being so weak as to letting my lust
make me agree to something I had rationally decided was a bad thing.  In
short she had totally seduced me; sexually and emotionally.  I had felt
something for her, those four weeks earlier, and I had pondered the
possibility of something more between us despite her being married.  I
briefly allowed myself the thought to attempt to win her from Robert.  If
only the bizarre situation she was living within her marriage was missing;
if it were a normal relationship that was running its course it would seem
more plausible.  Now I wasn't so sure it was a sane admission to myself
that I had feelings for her.
   ***
   I arrived at their apartment in Cambridge at about seven thirty that
Friday night.  I drove into a basement car park they said I could use and I
found the vacant spot where one of the other residents ordinarily parked,
but as they were out of town, they had told Elaine and Robert they could
use if for their visitors.  A quick scan of the cars in the garage showed
the place was inhabited by affluent people.  Mostly BMW and Mercedes of
differing sizes and age, with a small selection of Jaguar, Infinity, Lexus
and one or two larger American SUVs.  My old Mustang looked a little out of
place as far as make and model went, yet somehow belonged, as a classic old
car amongst the majority of formulaic European cars.  I found the small
elevator and rode to the third floor of this old refurbished apartment
building.  I stood outside their door and pressed the button for the
doorbell.  My pulse heightened in nervousness at how I could stand in front
of a couple, knowing I was going to have sex with the wife; and them
knowing it the same.  Despite me being there third or fourth newcomer, it
wasn't a simple case of `oh well, let's get it on.' There would be an
awkward dance around the inevitable and I was most apprehensive about what
form that might take.  It had to be natural if that was actually possible.
Also there was the small matter of being able to actually perform to
expectation with Robert hovering close.  I was dreading suffering the same
fate he suffered from, through some sort of anxiety attack on my part. 
Elaine met me at the door and without hesitation she reached up, and taking
my shoulders she kissed me; part welcome and part invitation promising
more. I held her loosely at her waist and I heard Robert cough `ahem' and
Elaine turned and looked back at him questioningly.
   "Best get inside," Robert said with a forced smile.  "We don't want the
neighbors to get the wrong impression."
   Elaine smiled at me and guiding me in, she scanned the hall quickly, and
satisfied it was empty, closed the door.  The room was tastefully furnished
with expensive leather four piece couch arranged with a large low table as
a center piece for the seating; and a large flat screen TV on one wall and
a number of small half tables against the walls serving to hold ornaments,
photographs and expensive pieces of Objed'art.  There were numerous
paintings and prints on the wall which were tastefully arranged to create a
mini gallery effect.  Elaine had worked wonders with the room.  I could see
a door to a dining room, judging by the sight of one dining chair I could
just see in the gap of the doorway; and I deduced the kitchen would be
beyond that.  To one side there was a hall which no doubt led to the
bedroom or bedrooms.  I turned and looked at Elaine.  She had flattened her
back against the door as if blocking my escape should I decide to flee and
she had the enigmatic smile.  She wore a plain black dress.  Low at the
breasts so I could see her cleavage and an expanse of her large firm orbs.
It was buttoned all the way down the front, with the hem mid thigh.  It was
stunning though I thought white may have been more erotic as it would have
accentuated her tan.  No time to be picky.  I could tell she wore no bra,
and I thought probably no panties as if she was dressed for a rapid
undressing.
   "Now Elaine darling," Robert purred behind me, noting his wife's look.
"Patience my dear...Brad, come and get a drink.
   I turned to look at him and paused regarding his dress.  He wore a loose
pair of dark trousers with expensive black Italian loafers and a white
loose silk shirt unbuttoned to mid chest, revealing a patch of dark chest
hair.  There was something almost foppish about him the way he was dressed.
As I studied him, my best pair of Levis and short sleeved gray Nautica
shirt seemed staid and unfashionable.  Certainly my clothes would be lucky
to be $100 whereas Elaine and Robert were wearing close to $1000 between
them.  Robert's shoes alone would be $300.  Elaine moved silently from the
door and coming up behind me, she took my arm.
   "Come on Brad...Robert's right.  A drink is what you need.  We've
already started as a means of holding down our excitement," she crooned and
guided me to a booze cart that they had near the door to the dining room.
   "I thought the whole object of the evening was to arouse excitement," I
joked then promptly regretted my smug comment when I saw Robert's face drop
as if slapped by a hand.
   "Now, now," Elaine chastised with a small nervous laugh.  "Time for that
yet," she said and smiled at Robert as if to reassure him I was only
joking. "Robert will fix you a drink and I will finish off setting for
dinner.  Do you like spaghetti bolognes?" she said as she left me near
Robert and paused in the dining room doorway.
   "Sounds good," I answered.  "I wasn't expecting dinner though.  I hope
you haven't gone to too much trouble."
   "You can't have an exotic dessert without first having dinner," She
purred as she leaned against the dining room door opening; and smiling
sweetly at Robert and me she disappeared into the kitchen.
   "So what will it be?" Robert asked and waved a hand over an array of
bottles on the cart.
   "Gin and tonic if you have it," I said.  "Bombay Sapphire," I corrected
pointing at the square light blue bottle on the cart.
   "Ah the English poison," he said with a laugh and made me a large
tumbler of gin and tonic, with ice and a slice of lemon.  "Fish and chips
for lunch and now G and T he said with a smirk." You're quite the
Anglophile," and handed me the drink.  "Cheers as they say in England." We
made stilted small talk about how our respective day, our week, and weather
had been and then an awkward pause ensued.  He finally took a drink of what
I believed was scotch and soda, and he looked at me with an impish grin.
   "She looks ravishing tonight, doesn't she?" he said quietly and
indicated Elaine's direction with a flick of his head.
   "She does," I agreed; and meant it.
   "Are you Ok?" he asked tentatively.
   "Sure," I answered.  "More to the point, are you?"
   He took a swig at his drink and looked at me with an almost
condescending sneer.
   "I've had experience at this," he said and raised his eyes as if I was
stupid asking.
   "No problem then," I came back confidently.  "I hope I cane play my part
so we all can enjoy it."
   A serious look came over his face and he placed a hand on my forearm and
looked at me intently.
   "I'm sure you can Brad.  Just be open minded about us," and he took his
arm away as Elaine poked her head through the door.
   "Dinner is served," she grinned.  "Finish your drinks.  I have a nice
Chianti to go with the spaghetti."
   Dinner was remarkably casual given the undoubted heightened awareness we
had of the impending sex.  It may be that they had been down this road
before but I knew that Elaine and I had had some serious fucking.  Robert
must be apprehensive I might just eclipse any aspirations he had for being
able to bone his own wife just as effectively.  I felt secure that Elaine
and I could get it on, assuming she had learned to become comfortable with
his presence.  I reminded myself that the problems had occurred when the
third party, Elaine's lover's, had assumed superiority and demonstrated
some presumption of ownership of her.  I was going to make sure that I did
not do that.  In fact Robert had as much as said that I was to be no more
than the hired stud.  Well I would be the hired stud; but for my own
pleasure and hopefully Elaine's.
   The meal finished and the wine bottle emptied, Elaine sat with her
elbows on the table and her hands clasped with her chin resting on them.
   "Well my lover's," she began, "shall we...?" and she slowly stood,
looking from me to Robert in acknowledgment the time was right.
   "Ah...you two go in first," Robert said a little nervously.  "I'll come
in once you are comfortable," he said and glanced furtively at me.
   "As you wish," Elaine answered with a slight edge to her voice.  "Are
you coming Brad?" and she reached her hand towards me and I stepped to her
side and took it.
   We both glanced at each other and then at Robert sitting with head bowed
at the table; wine glass held between his hands laid before him on the
table.  Elaine's eyes rolled and she shook her head slightly as a show of
exasperation at her husband baulking at the three of us going in together.
She led me by the hand down the small hall to the master bedroom.  I saw
one two other doors and deduced one was to a second bedroom and one to the
bathroom; these older apartments did not have multiple bathrooms as more
modern designs have.  She lead me into a large room with a king-size bed
with what I felt was hideously overdone dark wooden headboard and
footboard. There were two matching nightstands, a large dresser with mirror
against the wall opposite the end of the bed and two tall chests each with
six full width drawers.  They matched the stain of the wood on the bed. 
The lighting standards and table lamps on the nightstands were obviously
expensive.  I noted the bed was bare with only a bottom sheet and four
pillows; the bed coverings having already been removed.  On one side of the
bed against the wall sat what appeared to be an antique chair, though I
expect it was a new replica judging by the stain and polished appearance.
Inside the doorway on the left, there was a large walk-in closet, with four
louver doors, built back into the room plan area.  I nodded my appreciation
of the layout of the room and she smiled accepting my unspoken acceptance
of it.  It was a pity about the bed woodwork; it kind of ruined the overall
ambiance of the room.  As I stood surveying the room Elaine stepped
forward, and taking my arms, she leaned up and kissed me.  Unlike our
frantic beginning and ragged ending on my couch on Tuesday, we stood and
gently searched each others mouths with our tongues; with me loosely
holding her waist.  As the kiss developed, Elaine brought a hand to the
back of my head to hold me for deeper kissing and I shifted my hands to the
buttons down the front of the dress.  She smiled but did not break the
kiss; her tongue languidly tonguing me as I slowly unbuttoned her dress so
it hung open.  I ran my hands up over her breasts and her nipples were
already rock hard as I played with them and massaged her firm breasts.  She
wore no panties as I had guessed so I slid one hand slowly down her stomach
and over her tummy and it grazed over the trimmed pubic rectangle.  When my
fingers slid between her labia she was already wet and she moaned in
appreciation.  I heard a noise behind me and turned, with Elaine still
trying to hold our kiss.  Robert stood just inside the doorway and he had
this lost look on his face as he watched us.
   "Come on," Elaine whispered, breaking our kiss and looked past my head
and held a hand to him.
   Robert walked slowly across the room, like a little boy who needed
comfort from his mommy, and he stood beside us.  He had stared at her as he
approached; my hand in her dress and then when he arrived at us he
furtively glanced down at my front.  He was checking to see if she had my
cock in her hand.  She snaked her hand around Robert's neck and kissed him.
He stood limply with his hands at his side and she took on and moved it to
her breasts.  I hadn't moved as he had joined us, and my hand was still
between her labia.  I started to stroke her and she jumped and her eyes
darted to mine as she continued to kiss Robert standing beside us.  As I
continued fingering Elaine she unbuttoned Robert's shirt and eased it off
his shoulders to hang trapped at the waist of his pants.  She then undid
his pants and I heard the zipper open and his loose fitting pants fell to
the floor.  I glanced at Robert's hairy buttocks and my eyes widened
realizing he had wore underpants either.  He trapped each shoe with the
other foot in turn and kicked them off and then stepped out of the fallen
pants at his ankles, and he was naked.  I cold see his cock flaccid and
Elaine's hand fondling it in the hope she may be able to manipulate him to
erection without us having to proceed without him.  I had seldom seen
another man's cock so close.  Maybe at high school communal showers after
gym was the last time; if a teenage boy's cock could be classed as mans. 
For the next minute or so she worked him and then to my disappointment she
dropped to her knees and started to suck him.  I felt abandoned as she had
pulled off my fingers.  I had to concede she was focused on Robert as the
reason for my being here and I was resigned to playing second fiddle to her
wanting to stimulate him.  I took the opportunity to strip, and stepped out
of their space and undid my shirt as I watched Elaine sucking Robert's
still flaccid cock; holding him carefully so she could keep it straight and
not have it bend and flop from her lips.  I was semi hard already and I
could see her breasts moving around as she sucked; her dress open and
hanging loosely in front of her as she squatted before him.
   I decided I was not going to be switched in and out as she decided, and
with a more deliberate attitude, I removed my shoes and shucked my pants
and underwear and stood naked just off to their side.  I threw my clothes
on the antique chair and turned and moved towards them.  She watched me
approach out of the corner of her eye and there was almost a hint of a
warning not to intrude in her look but I ignored it.  Robert turned and
looked at my cock and I saw his face go slack as he stared at it.  I
assumed his expression was envy in comparing me with his own flaccid cock;
envy I could get hard so readily without Elaine, or even myself, touching
it.  I skirted behind Elaine and kneeled down and lifted the hem of the
dress exposing her tanned buttocks.  She turned, still working Robert's
cock, and gave me a scowl of warning not to interrupt.  I ignored her and
run my hand between her butt cheeks and found her sex wet and open as she
squatted in front of Robert.  She sighed in exasperation I was ignoring her
warning looks and eventually stopped trying to dissuade me from doing what
I wanted and went back to concentrating on sucking Robert.  I started to
finger her and I could hear her response, in her breathing through her nose
as she labored with her mouth full of Roberts limp cock.  He had his hands
on her shoulders and he was watching me intently.  I moved towards Elaine's
rump with my cock now fully hard and coaxed her to kneel, which she did
reluctantly.  Now she was now kneeling and leaning into Robert's groin, and
I lifted the dress over her butt and across the small of her back.  I took
my cock and gave it a couple of strokes to spread the precum building up on
the head, and with a degree of care in aim, I shoved it up and into Elaine
who grunted on Robert's cock as she felt me go into her; and then let it go
as she grabbed his hips for support as I began to hump her steadily.  As I
shoved into her, her head bumped her husband's groin.  I steadily fucked
her; I had made it.  This is what they wanted and she was going to get it.
   I held Elaine's hips as I fucked her and she dropped her hands to the
floor so she was on all fours; having given up all attempts to arouse
Robert.  He stood looking down at us with a silly grin on his face and he
had his cock in hand and began stroking it just in front of Elaine's face.
She was now into the fucking and mostly her head hung down, as she groaned
and enjoyed my fucking her.  I slid one hand under her breasts and began
groping and fondling each on in turn; twisting the nipples and causing her
to gasp at the pain I was causing with my pinching them.  I caught a
glimpse of Robert's cock and to my amazement he was getting firmer; his
hand moving more steadily and the look on his face was one of almost dazed
fascination.  He was leaning over Elaine apparently intent on watching my
cock go in and out of his wife's hot tunnel as I fucked her.  He was
getting off on it, just as they had both said he would.  At some point
Elaine pulled back and I heard her whispering urgently to him and she
surprised me by standing quickly, causing me to slip out of her; left
kneeling with a look or surprise on my face.
   "Sorry," she said breathlessly as she shucked the open dress and slid
backwards onto the bed holding her arms out to Robert.  "Come baby...come
on...come to mama," she crooned and opened her legs.
   I felt jilted but this is supposedly what I was here for; a foil to get
Robert hard enough to perform his conjugal duty.  This was no democratic
three-way.  Any pleasure I wanted I would have to get when they were ready.
Robert looked at me and shrugged.  He was still holding his now hard cock
and he moved towards the end of the bed and grabbed Elaine's legs, pulling
her back down so her legs flopped over the end.  She realized he wanted to
stand and enter her and she quickly moved in position.  I watched with envy
as Robert slid into the wet tunnel I had just been evicted from, and he
started to fuck her.  He was clearly proficient at it and clearly had been
before their marriage.  It truly seemed his issue was simply getting it up.
As he worked at it Elaine was crooning and whispering to him and holding
his shoulders so he bent over her as he screwed her.  He was getting quite
animated and I had begrudging respect that he was not to badly hung when
aroused.
   But soon it began to change and I noted Robert becoming quite erratic
and he had lifted his head and almost gritting his teeth.  He was flailing
away frantically from the hips; legs bent as he jerked and shoved between
Elaine's legs.  Elaine started whispering urgently "you can do it
baby...you can do it...keep it up...keep going lover..." and Robert was
starting to whine and moan in what appeared to be annoyance and
frustration. I realized he must be starting to go soft!  At some point he
turned and looked over his shoulder at me with a look of panic on his face
he blew me away when he slapped one butt cheek and then beckoned me
frantically.  I slowly moved towards the coupling pair on the bed and he
was now frantically waving me close with one hand; his face stricken with
panic at losing his erection.  It was his last movement of pulling his butt
cheek that exposed his anus that I finally caught on what he wanted.  He
wanted me to enter his ass.  I stood dumbfounded at his urgings.  I had
never done this before and the thought of it had been somewhat intriguing.
I had had one girlfriend in my freshman year at College who welcomed my
finger into her anus when fucking but never had the courage to try to screw
her there.  And most other partners were less than interested on any pucker
play.  My experience with men was zero.  Given the fact I had been ejected
by Elaine, mid-stroke as it were, I was excited by the two of them and
still very much aroused.  I somehow overcame the temporary paralysis
brought on by the realization of what Robert wanted, and stepped behind him
and touched my cock to his anal pucker.  He immediately gave a sigh of
relief I had understood and he turned back to Elaine and jerked himself
against me as encouragement.  I steadied myself and shoved.
   I went into him with astonishing ease and after a few in-out movements I
buried myself to the hilt.  As I was struggling to cope with the physical
tremors of excitement at being embedded in someone's ass, I looked at my
cock and there was a definite opaque sheen and a small roll of a pale white
greasy substance at the junction of his sphincter and my cock; Robert had
prepared his ass and had greased it in anticipation I would sodomize him!
Is that why he held back from coming into the room?  I grinned, almost
bursting out laughing as the truth struck me.  Robert was a closet queer.
This is the missing link with Elaine, and he knows it only to well.  I
shoved urgently into him and he began groaning.  I could partially see
Elaine's face beyond Robert's shoulder and she looked more settled with him
and that told me he was getting hard again.  The excitement of being fucked
while penetrating Elaine was getting him hard again.  I worked into him and
held his hips; I fucked him this way and in doing so, regulated his fucking
Elaine.  I was fucking her by proxy and if he wasn't totally hardened by
the situation I certainly was.  This was so carnal and erotic and I fucked
him with abandon.  At some point I realized Elaine's gasping and breathing
were now groans and moans of pleasure and she had recommenced her frantic
whispered encouragements to him.  Somewhere in her rising voice of approval
to Robert's efforts she came, groaning and wailing as I had heard do under
me, or from my mouth and hands.  I felt Robert quiver from Elaine's
movements in the throes of her release and looked to see her head thrown
back and her mouth gasping for air; her eyes shut and her face showing a
look of contentment.
   Now that she had made it Robert started to urge back at me as if to get
me deeper in his ass; one hand reaching back to pull me in tighter.  He
began to sputter and gasp and the next thing he was sobbing and gasping as
he came, filling Elaine with his cum.  He was wasted by his release and
flopped forwards over her chest and she instinctively cradled him to her. I
was left to my own pleasure and shoved Roberts ass harder and finally cried
out as I spewed forth into his bowel; grimacing and gasping in one of the
most intense releases I could remember.  Certainly more carnal than the
times I'd fucked Elaine; but the excitement heightened by this experience I
had never had before.  I rutted until I was finally spent.  As I began to
calm down I looked at Elaine and her previous expression of bliss had
changed to one of confusion and question as she was now looking at me.  She
was trying to assimilate why I was obviously cumming and why I was leaning
over Robert's back.  The truth had yet to sink in that I was actually
buried in her husband's rectum.  As her face showed the confusion in her
mind, suddenly Robert reared up and twisted out of her and off me and slid
to his knees at the foot of the bed; his side against the bed end.  Her
gaze followed his movement and the question of what was happening indelibly
stamped in her expression.  Robert almost sobbed and taking my still hard
cock, he drew me into his mouth and began vigorously sucking me and
fondling my balls.  It was immediately obvious he had done this before and
to be fair, he was surprisingly good at it.  Unlike women who had sucked
me, he consistently took most of my length as far as he could.  Despite
having just plugged his ass, he worked energetically and clearly enjoyed
sucking me.  I glanced at Elaine and her eyes were wide open in shock.  She
glanced at me as if seeking an answer, and then back at Robert; and then
her face contorted in horror as the realization her husband was the closet
queer I had already decided he was.
   "Oh no...no...no...no Robert...no," she wailed and burst into tears
scrambling on her back to the top of the bed and she drew her legs to her
chest and clasped them with her hands; watching her husband clearly
relishing having my cock in his mouth.  It became too much for her and
muttering "oh fuck...no...I've got to get out of here" she fled the room. I
heard a door slam and figured she had gone into the bathroom.  Robert had
been engrossed in trying to get all of my cock into his throat but now she
had disturbed him by her rapid move up the bed and finally her departure
from the room.  He took his mouth of my cock and looked around at the door
and a look of defeat came over his face as he fell back on his ass; his
back against the end of the bed.  I looked at him as he sat with his head
slumped on his chest.  His secret was out.  Elaine now knew what he had
tried to hide from her since before their marriage.  He knew he was gay;
trapped in a perfect marriage that would endorse him in his political
aspirations down the road.  He just sat with this sad look on his face and
then to my surprise he began to cry and put a hand to his face.  That was
my cue to go.  I walked to the antique chair and retrieved my clothes and
quickly dressed.  He was still blubbing with his hand over his face when I
walked past him and into the hall.  I looked back at what I figured was the
bathroom door and went up to it.  I could not hear Elaine so I tapped
lightly and called her name.  There was no answer.  I tapped the door and
called again.  Again there was no answer.  `Well I tried,' I thought
ruefully, and turned and left.  *** Robert appeared on my doorstep the
following Thursday evening.
   "Is she here?" he asked without greeting.
   "No she's not here," I answered, but he pushed past me and walked in
uninvited.
   He looked like a haunted man and moved quickly from room to room of the
ground floor then went up the stairs; looking back to see if I was going to
pursue him and possibly physically remove him.  I let him go.  I'd not
heard or seen either of them until this moment.  He returned minutes later;
slowly walking down the stairs with a look of defeat on his face.
   "Have you tried the Heather?" I asked thinking Elaine may have sought
refuge on their boat.
   "Been there," he said sullenly.  "Before I came here; there's no
evidence she's been there.
   "Her parents?" I said suggesting she may have run to her folks.
   "They're in Greece for a month.  I went to their house in Vermont. 
Nobody's been in their house since they left," he said dejectedly and sat
on the couch; leaning forward with his knees splayed and his hands clasped
between them.
   He stared at the floor and I stood regarding his pathetic pose.
   "Friends, brothers, sisters...?" I said trying to help.
   "Tried all the friends I know she had but no luck.  She has one brother
in Australia and she's unlikely to have gone there; at least not this
soon," he answered morosely.
   "Has she used her bank account?" I asked.
   He sighed and looked at me.
   "She has her own account.  A sort of Elaine's holding account.  Her
salary gets deposited there; she has her own ATM and credit card.  She tops
up a housekeeping account that is essentially my salary and that's what we
draw on to live.  Her money helps us with treats and luxuries," he said.
   I nodded my understanding.
   "So no chance of tracking her through the use of her bank cards.  What
about her work?" I continued trying to help him narrow down how to find
her.
   "Waited each start and finish time until last evening but she didn't
show.  I spoke with a coworker of hers that I knew and he said she had
asked for some urgent leave.  He was a little quizzical about why I as her
husband, didn't seem to know she had a family emergency, as she had put
it," Robert said.  "I lied that I did but that I had been away and had
returned urgently and there was obviously some miscommunication so I was
not sure where she had gone.  He seemed to buy it."
   "Would you like a drink Robert?" I asked trying to be sympathetic to his
obvious unhappiness about Elaine's whereabouts.
   He didn't respond but I fixed him a scotch and soda and grabbed myself a
beer.  He took the drink with a look of surprise.  He clearly hadn't heard
me offer.  He sipped the drink and looked at me as I sat in an armchair
facing him.
   "I told her everything," he said.  "Came clean...came out to her," he
continued.  "The hookers I told you about...there were no hookers.  Just a
couple of bi-curious guys I met in DC...well to start with.  Ignorant
fumblings with them; none of us understanding what it was meant to be
about. They were married like me so not always available when I was down
there.  One of them knew a guy...Andy...that was seriously bisexual.  I was
introduced and he gave me what I needed, no questions asked.  Andy bagged
the three of us regularly.  Not together of course...one-to-one.  That's
where I learned I liked being the girl; the bottom in gay-speak," he said
with a derisive laugh, and took a sip of his drink.
   "So what about all this stuff with swapping, and threesomes?" I asked.
"It seems off the mark."
   "Well I thought...wrongly...that at least one of the men might be bi and
assert themselves on me.  I knew how I would react and that seemed to be
the key to getting across to Elaine; that she would accept a total free for
all.  Maybe the two women get it on," he said.  "But of course you know the
story; the women got pissed at me for not being able to do it with them and
the men had no inclination to want to bang me as I so badly wanted.  You
were the first that took the hint," he said ruefully and sipped his drink.
   I noted his glass was empty so took it and recharged it.
   "So the irony is this Brad...you finally show the spark of lust I was
waiting for, I give Elaine the best orgasm she had in years from me...and
because it came as a result of you screwing my ass, she goes AWOL," he
whined.
   "It certainly seemed to be the catalyst," I agreed.  "It's a pity you
needed to blow me afterwards.  She only clicked on when she saw you on your
knees.  Maybe it was too much too soon."
   "The sex with you was like a drug.  I couldn't help myself...what can I
say...I like cock...other men's cocks," he said and gazed at me and a
fawning look came over his face.
   "No dice Robert.  That was my first and last experience with banging a
man," I said quickly reading his thoughts.
   He told me of the huge fight they had after I left their apartment.  Of
her hysteria when he confessed to the regular sex with the men in DC.  She
accused him of going to Washington even when he didn't have to go for
business, just to get laid.  He admitted that happened some times but he
was there legitimately on business more often than not.  She screamed at
him he was a faggot, a queer, a dirty asshole and regaled him about safe
sex and bringing his disease back home to her.  He pointed out that as he
couldn't actually screw her properly she was quite safe and this brought
about more screaming invective that `he'd missed the fucking point' that he
could have contracted aids or some other nasty STD.  She had packed
hurriedly and left, with Robert begging her to stay; trying to reason that
he had finally made it with her through the very thing she hated him for.
She rejected his optimism that they had in effect solved their sexual
problems with her now knowing he wanted to be fucked by a man; and in so
doing he could satisfy her.  She reiterated he was a dirty asshole and then
after quickly packing a couple of bags she had left.  He said he cried for
hours.  His world shattered.  He truly loved her and wanted her to so
desperately to understand his pain at knowing he was gay.  I felt genuinely
sorry for him.  He left at about nine thirty and I sat and pondered the sad
turn of events.
   About two months later, I noted the Heather for sale in a ships
brokerage listing in the Point Yacht Club.  I reasoned Elaine must have
returned and they were splitting up, and the Heather was to be sold.  What
was curious to me was the advertisement only lasted a few weeks and then
disappeared yet I noted she was still moored at the dock where she always
was and I just felt she never sold.  I went down to the dock to look at her
late in September, still wondering if she had been sold thinking I'd buy
her if I had the money.  I stood and looked at the work I had done on the
winches and felt good about my work and it gave me a small sense of
ownership in her.  I thought briefly about Elaine and Robert and it made me
feel sad it had turned out the way it had.  I was the only one to come out
reasonably unscathed.  I guess that is usually how it is when a third party
intrudes on a marriage; welcomed or not.  The marriage seldom survives.  I
was soon to go down to Annapolis to finish a short internship with a naval
design company as part of my work experience for my naval architectural
degree.  I would then go home to my parents in Connecticut for Christmas. I
would move to Sweden in January to do my year's full internship with
Sanstrom Yachts.  I had found a young couple who would rent my house while
I was away.  Fortunately I had completed the partial renovations so the
house was fully functional at least until the next stage of remodeling on
my return after the twelve months abroad.  I had everything ahead of me and
I was determined to make the best of my life.  The last six months had been
interesting to say the least.
   MARCH 1993
   I peered through the gloom of late afternoon as the Saab's last
propeller stopped turning.  A set of steps was wheeled to the plane and the
door opened and I briefly caught a glimpse of the flight attendant as she
secured the steps to the planes fuselage at the door.  A gust of wind swept
the tarmac and I saw her cringe at the cold.  The ground attendants were
wearing bright yellow rain coats, obviously padded out by warm clothing
underneath.  The weather was foul; sleet and snow sweeping in from the Gulf
of Bothnia separating Sweden and Finland.  I watched the passengers hurry
down the stairs, bracing themselves against the cold and a sense of panic
began to flow through me as I realized that most of the passengers had left
the 38 seat aircraft.  Then she came into view; a long brown coat and small
gap of blue jeans poking into brown calf length leather boots; clutching a
brown beanie to her head as her hair and one end of a brown scarf swirled
in the breeze.  My heart lept and I smiled involuntarily in joy.  I walked
quickly to the doorway to the tarmac of the small regional airport;
standing just behind the passengers already in the terminal and greeting
their welcoming parties.  She walked in with her ubiquitous Louis Vuitton
bag over her shoulder and let the beanie go now she was inside the safety
of the terminal and it wouldn't blow away.  I stood beaming at her as she
scanned the throng in front of her and then she spotted me.  Her face lit
up and by the time she was half way to me, the tears were tumbling down her
cheeks yet she was beaming at me.  We embraced and clung to each other as
if our lives depended on it.  Then we had a very passionate kiss right
there in the terminal.  We broke when we heard the applause and looked up
and reddened in embarrassment when we realized people where applauding our
kiss.  I mumbled `thanks' in my bad Swedish and we laughingly turned and
walk to the baggage area and stood clinging to each other and waited for
the baggage cart.
   "Did you have a good flight?" I said gazing at her beautiful face.
   "Oh it was s-o-o-o long," she said.  "And the delay at Frankfurt was
insufferable.  So many people trapped by the weather."
   "You will be tired.  I'd best get you to my little bungalow and let you
get some rest," I chuckled and cuddled her.
   "Not rest right away," Elaine giggled and pushed herself against my
groin.  "Afterwards..." and her eyes twinkled knowingly at me.
   After we had swapped recent happenings in our separate lives, as I drove
us to my rented bungalow near the coastal town where Sanstrom's was based,
we fell silent and both sat feeling happy we were together once more.  She
would stay four weeks and then return to Boston.  She hoped to get more
time off and return in late July and see Sweden in the summertime.  I
reflected on that gray morning in late October when she stood at my doorway
with two bags beside her; looking pensive and then bursting into tears when
I opened my arms and she fell into them.  The close of 1992 and the
beginning of '93 was a blur.  I could still not fathom why someone I had
spent less than 24 hours in company with, despite the torrid sex, could
have affected me so much as to simply welcome her inside, no questions
asked.  And I never wanted to let her go again.  But I had, temporarily at
least.  And we would be together again in our house in Salem MA.
   "Oh, I have a present for us," she said, breaking my thoughts, and she
started feeling about in her bag.
   She fished out a flat plastic envelope and opened it to produce a
photograph.
   "There she is..." she beamed at me.  "All snugged up for the winter,"
and she held the photo so I could see it as I was driving through the light
swirling snow.
   It was the Heather sitting on dry land; her topside wrapped in plastic
which is the practice for wintering over boats in New England.
   "What?  How the...?" I stammered.
   "Part of the settlement my dear," she said grinning at me.  "I forfeited
my share of the apartment and as he couldn't sail a boat in DC, the Heather
is mine...ours," she laughed.
   "You have the boat and I have the house," I said laughingly, delighted
at the settlement and at her and Robert's pending divorce.
   She leaned into me and took my inside thigh and squeezed it.
   "Don't you mean WE have a house and a boat," she said whimsically.
   "And a very nice classic car to go with them," I said referring to the
`67 Mustang.
   "It will have to go...eventually," she giggled and looked at me.  "You
can't get babies car seats in old cars like that," she said grinning at me.
   "We'll see," I laughed.  "We'll see."
   The End
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