It's Friday, the day before the Keelsen Yacht Club Regatta; and Wynn and Leah are readying the boat and the camper for the weekend. Their third crewmember, Harry, has to put in a full day at work; but he will meet them bright and early Saturday morning at Keelsen.
As it is a 4-hour drive to the lake, they expect to arrive around 2 o'clock to register, weigh-in and launch. The next day calls for a full day of racing followed by a lasagna dinner and dancing at the Club. The regatta will conclude Sunday afternoon after one last race, haul out and awards.
As they load up, Leah notes that Wynn is trying to be all business and efficiency in a vain attempt to hide an unusual nervousness. She does not immediately guess how frantic Wynn has made himself with worry about whether she has changed her mind about being with him after being with Cal.
The first away regatta of the season--Wynn had fantasized about this day all winter long. His recall of how beautifully Leah had ravished his cock the previous fall has led him to masturbate at least once if not twice a week. To Wynn it was the blow-job of a lifetime. It was she who had wanted his cock in her mouth and had relished his semen, telling him how good he tasted. Their sweet cuddling under the quilts against the cool fall night air he vividly recalled, along with how well in the first light she had taken his strong morning hard-on from the rear. He could still hear in his head the uninhibited sounds of her passion as their orgasms had been nearly simultaneous.
As their four-hour drive begins, Wynn is so distracted by his thoughts that he is having a hard time thinking about his driving. He is glad that his shorts are baggy as his dick is hard from his teeming memories. He tries to focus on the traffic. And, as much as he dreads it, he knows he has to broach the subject of this weekend's activity beyond the racing events as Cal is definitely going to be in the mix. "That topic should wilt my Johnson," he thinks to himself.
They pick up coffee at the Dunkin's just before the exit to the highway. In fairly light traffic on the interstate, Wynn feigns casual conversation, saying, "So, Leah, you saw Cal Farnham last Friday?"
"Yes, as I told you last week before the race, he took me to dinner and a movie, which were fun; and I spent the night with him," she said plainly, taking a sip of her ice coffee.
"Are you going to spend the night with him at this regatta?" Wynn asks seriously. He grits his teeth in dread of her possible answer. He does not want to be left out in the cold.
"I wasn't planning on it, Wynn. I was planning on spending Friday and Saturday nights with you. You haven't changed your mind about us, have you?" she asks with a slightly worried frown.
"No, not at all," he answers quickly, relieved that their plans were still on. "I was just checking. A lot of things can happen in a week or two. But Cal is going to want some time with you, isn't he?"
"Well," Leah exhales, swirling the ice around in her cup, "Cal tells me that he and the Goode's won't be pulling in until around 4 or 5 tonight. I told him that you usually take me out to eat the first night and that we turn in early so he shouldn't expect to play tonight at all."
"And what about tomorrow night?" Wynn asks, taking a slug of his coffee to brace himself, his grip tightening on the wheel.
"Tomorrow night, I promised to sit at dinner with him at the club. We always sit with Evan and his crew anyway," she says matter-of-factly. "So no sweat, man. We're cool," she says playfully punching him in the arm. "It's going to work out fine, Wynn."
But, as the highway winds on, Wynn's mind remains unsettled. He realizes part of his fascination with Leah is that he and wife are pushing 40 and that at the regatta last fall he was reawakened to the sexual hunger of a 23-year-old. He wants to enjoy his lucky, but limited, role as her occasional lover. As it is now a fact that she is fucking Cal Farnham and enjoying it, he thinks, "I just damn well better get used to the idea of sharing, that's all."
Arriving at Keelson around 2, they register, weigh-in, launch and assume one of the moorings provided for guest racers, which process takes all of about an hour and a half. Satisfied that they are ready, they pause to appreciate the favorable weather and the natural setting for the competition. The yacht club is situated on a beautiful lake surrounded by pines. They enjoy the scent of sun-warmed evergreen and pine duff during a brief lakeside saunter.
Upon their return to the camper, Wynn opens the door for Leah and follows her up the steps. When he turns back from closing the door, Leah throws her arms around him and begins kissing him passionately. "I have been waiting for this since last fall," Leah whispers excitedly between kisses.
"So have I, Leah. So have I," he whispers in reply.
He helps her off with her tee shirt and pauses. Bringing a hand to each side of her bra-clad breasts, he nestles his face in her cleavage and inhales her scent.
"So lovely," he sighs. Then he removes her bra, and the big round tits with beautiful areolas and meaty nipples come into view. "So lovely," he says again, groping her soft, lush flesh.
"Suck them," Leah begs; and Wynn obliges, slavering the huge orbs with his tongue before lashing her taut nipples and sucking them to a new length. His hungry munching borders on roughness, but Leah loves it. "O yes!" she moans, "You're making my cunt tingle."
Slipping from his grasp, she slides gently down to her knees. She undoes his belt, button and fly and strips off his shorts. "This is what I want," Leah breathes and, grabbing his growing cock with her hand, she begins to stroke it. "It's beautiful," she says, taking it into her mouth.
"Oh, my God," Wynn sighs.
She plunges down his shaft to his balls. She works his swollen cock with tight lips. She feathers under the rim, then the length of his dong, and returns to find the hole in his tip and drills in with her tongue.
Wynn strips off his own shirt so he has a clear view of her as she pleasures his cock. Leah licks his scrotum and pops one ball and then another into her mouth lovingly. Then she grabs his glutes with both hands and commences a strong massage. When she slips one finger up his ass, he wants to explode.
Sensing his urgency, she goes back to his cock, gobbling up his glans just in time to suck down his jizz. He grabs for the door behind him as his knees weaken with the intensity of his ejaculation. Sucking and sucking and sucking, she drinks it all until his balls are dry. As his erection fades, Leah gently licks him clean.
Regaining himself, Wynn takes her face in his hands, looks into her eyes and gently says, "Thank you, sweet. How wonderful you are!"
"I wanted to taste you again, Wynn. I wanted you to feed me your beautiful cock again--just like last fall," she says dreamily. "Let's finish undressing and nap together before dinner."
In the nude they make up the bunk in the camper top that is over the truck cab. Wynn cannot believe that his cock is reviving so soon after blowing his load so completely but minutes ago. He reasons that being naked with this beautiful young woman in such close proximity with the smell of her sex wafting through the bunk space must be what's doing it--that and the way she moves. Leah loves displaying herself, and having sucked him off makes her wet and intensely horny. She moves with uninhibited grace that is purely erotic.
Bed made, they crawl in under the covers and hug face-to-face with Wynn's stiffening cock warmly between them as it presses on her belly. The first to speak, he says, "Thank you, Leah."
