The boys arrived in Gary's van to take us to the boat. They were pretty obvious about their appreciation of Kellie's outfit choice. She wore a floral string bikini under a tiny pair of boy shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with big scooping openings on the sides giving glimpses of the bikini top underneath. On her head she wore a stylish floppy hat and big movie star sunglasses.
I couldn't help but notice that all of the guys' looks lingered on Kellie for longer than would be thought of as appropriate. All the teasing and of course the revealing photos made her a top subject of their lustful thoughts.
After loading up our gear, we hopped in. Kellie squeezed in the back seat between Steve and me. Chris was in the passenger seat up front with Gary. We only had an hour car ride to our launch.
We had the typical talk about basketball, music, our plans for the week; typical guy stuff. Kellie is always a good sport in those conversations. She can keep up well and contribute. It was one of the reasons I didn't think it would be a problem for her to be the only girl along with us.
Of course, there was another reason why I was glad she was with us. And to my delight, it seemed that she was already starting in. I looked over and noticed that she was rubbing her left thigh on Steve's.
I looked closer and saw she had pulled her bikini top off of her left tit, letting Steve get an eyeful through her open t-shirt. She turned and grinned at me.
He had a grin on his face when he made eye contact with me. I smiled back knowingly which seemed to give him the green light. He stealthily used his left hand to touch her side and slide his hand up to Kellie's exposed tit.
Kellie was biting her lower lip to keep herself from moaning. I could see her breathing getting heavier. There had been a lull the in conversation and one of Gary's favorite songs had come on the radio connected to a playlist on his phone so he turned it up.
Steve got bolder and concentrated his ministrations on her nipple. Kellie used her left hand to steady herself by putting it on Steve's right thigh. Her eyes got big when her hand made contact with his package.
Kellie leaned over and whispered in Steve's ear. I couldn't make out exactly what she said, but I heard the phrases "naughty boy" and "don't stop".
Kellie's nipples are very sensitive so I knew she was going to have a hard time managing to stay quiet. She glanced over to me and the look in her eyes told me everything. She was both very aroused and nervous at the same time. Steve was probably a little bit more aggressive than she expected. I wasn't too worried. In fact, I was quite amused at her predicament. And then I had a naughty idea myself.
After she turned back to Steve, I'm sure giving him a "what do you think you're doing you naughty boy" look, I reached into the side of her open shirt, slipped her top off of her other tit, and began rubbing her right nipple. Her head whipped around and there was visible shock on her face. That shocked look gave way to a smile of pleasure.
She grabbed my left thigh and gripped hard as we both teased her. She was looking towards the front, concerned about what Chris and Gary might be able to see. They were deep in a conversation and Gary was keeping his eyes on the road, so it seemed safe.
She looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, then she turned to Steve and kissed him. It was quick but it was more than a peck. She whispered something in his ear that I couldn't hear. Steve look across at me with wide eyes.
"Really?" he asked quietly to both of us.
I didn't know what she told him so I couldn't reply.
Kellie leaned in and whispered to me, "I told him I wasn't going to sleep with you again until after I slept with him."
"Oh, god," I said, a bit too loudly.
"What's that Brad?" Gary asked from the front of the car.
I panicked. "Ummm, just realized I left my toothbrush. It's ok. I'll make due."
"Uh, ok, dude," Gary replied with a heavy tone of skepticism.
I turned back to see Kellie and Steve grinning stupidly at me. Their shared joke at my expense was humiliating and made me feel like a third wheel. But something about it felt... arousing.
Kellie whispered into Steve's ear again. His smile betrayed the topic of their shared conversation.
She began fumbling with her shorts which I assumed was unbuttoning and unzipping them. Then she took Steve's right hand and slipped it into her panties and covered with the bottom of her shirt. She gasped slightly, his fingers obviously reaching their intended destination.
"Oh, babe. Another man's fingers are in my pussy. How does that make you feel?" she whispered to me and moaned in my ear. She was taking this hotwife/cuckolding thing seriously.
Fortunately, Gary and Chris remained oblivious as to what was going on but I found myself anxious that wouldn't last. She grabbed my arm and squeezed my bicep pretty hard.
"Christ, Steve certainly knows his way around a pussy. I'm not going to be able to...ahhh...stay quiet much longer if he...oooooo...keeps...keeps this up," she moaned in my ear. "Are you prepared for all your...aaaa... your friends to know I'm...ooo-open for... stuff? They're alllll goooing to know I...I'm cucking you. Is that... is that what you w-want?"
This was decision time. Last chance to back out. Did I want to? The idea of sharing Kellie with all of my friends, guys we had known and hung out with for years, was hot. But there would be no going back. It would fundamentally change our relationship. I still couldn't get over the thought of Gary's wife giving him a hall pass to be with Kellie. That she claimed it had been in defined for years really blew my mind. But with that, all of my friends were free to fuck my wife. My Kellie. The idea of them fucking her, potentially becoming something that could happen with some frequency, was too intoxicating. This desire I had never known before was now the thing I wanted more than anything else. It didn't make any sense but felt inevitable.
"Yes," I replied softly.
"What was that?" Kellie asked, slightly louder than previously.
"It's what I want," I said, matching her volume.
"Oooooohhhh, that's good, Steve," she said in a regular volume.
