Pandora's Box

We got up to the deck and everyone had gathered around including Gary who had cut the engine after pulling towards a shore. They took the sandwiches being passed out and some chips to go with their newly opened beers. The guys were looking expectantly toward Kellie.

After a bit of awkward silence, Kellie started to speak. "Ok, boys. I know the question on the tips of each of your tongues, so let's get it out. You're thinking 'When do I get my turn with Kellie?', right?"

There were sheepish grins on each of the guy's faces.

"So first of all I'm just putting it out there that this isn't going to devolve into some gang bang and I'm not planning on 'pulling a train'. If that was in anyone's head, then in the immortal words of Elsa, 'let it go'. Also, I won't be spending the whole day naked, so that's out as well. But I'm dead serious about sleeping with all of you. And Brad wants me to. So... win...win...win, I guess?"

The guys laughed.

"But I don't want this to be all 'slam, bam, thank you ma'am'. Let's have fun with this. So, I'm thinking we'll do this. For 24 hours, from noon to noon, I'll be your 'girlfriend'. Steve has had a head start, so you get first dibs."

"You will hear absolutely no argument from me," Steve chuckled.

The other guys smiled but did not attempt to present a counteroffer.

"So, what does that mean, 'girlfriend for a day'?" Steve continued.

"It means that I'm yours for the day. In all senses. But I want a little romance too. We're not going to just spend the day screwing. Capisce?" she joked, dropping a bad Italian mafia accent.

"Yes, got it," Steve replied. "So how do we start?"

Kellie got up and, with a glance at me, moved over to sit on Steve's leg, wrapping her arms around him. She gave him a light kiss that turned into something more. A deep, passionate kiss. The rest of us watched while they ignored us.

Kellie broke first and took a huge breath. "Oh my."

She looked at me and then back to Steve. "Oh hell, we can at least start the day with a little screwing. Am I assuming too much Gary if I ask that my boyfriend and I use the cabin?"

Gary laughed, "No, no... go right ahead. Just, umm, clean up after yourselves."

Kellie smiled at the comment and got, pulling Steve by the hand, and headed below deck. She flashed a devilish grin my way as she passed by. "You don't mind if the first one is... private... do you?"

I swallowed hard. "No. No, I don't mind."

And then I just sat there and watched as my wife stepped down to have sex... with Steve.

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The rest of us drank and fished, all the while hearing Kellie and Steve's grunts and moans. We all tried to act like it was no big deal when finally we all burst out laughing together.

"Dude, we had no idea what a freak you are," Gary laughed.

Chris laughed along with him. "Like, where did this all come from?"

"I don't know. I guess y'all seeing her Mardi Gras picture and the other stuff... I was proud and, well, it was hot."

"I don't know that I could do what you are with Kellie with my Megan. It takes some kind of big balls to handle all of this, dude," Gary said, raising his beer to me.

"We have always been... a bit jealous that you got her. At least I have," Chris admitted.

"Ah, it would be not appropriate for me to agree. You know, with Megan and all that. But if she wasn't in the picture... yeah... Kellie. Definitely, Kellie," Gary agreed.

"Oh, yeah. Apparently, Megan told Kellie you have a hall pass with her... what's that all about?" I just had to ask.

"Oh, yeah, that... So you know how couples, I guess just some couples, pick someone they'd have a hall pass with?" Gary tried to explain.

"Umm, yeah. I thought that's usually celebrities?"

"Yeah, well we picked people a little closer to us," Gary told us, a bit embarrassed.

"'We picked'?" Chris asked, picking up on what I also caught.

"Yeah... who'd Megan pick then?" I asked.

"Oh no. No, no, no, no. You're not going to get that out of me. That's all Megan," Gary said, clearly uncomfortable with the truth behind it. "Besides... I don't think either of us ever really thought this would be an actual option."

He was saved from further grilling by a loud bellow from Steve.

We all went white. Steve had likely just cum inside my wife. The realization made me flush with both embarrassment and arousal.

Gary tried to break the tension in the most Gary way possible. "So we're going to drink every time she gets someone to cum, right?"

"Oh shit, man. We'll be drunk way too fast, man," Chris chimed in.

The assholes made me laugh and we all took a swig.

After a moment, Gary couldn't help himself. "So, ah, how many times do you think he made her cum?"

"Oh, god dammit, Gary," I laughed. "Jesus."

"Oh stop, you know you love it..." he teased.

I blushed because he was right.

"Seriously, Brad. This is cool. No judgment from me. I'm finally going to get to know what 'Pretty Kellie' is like in the sack."

"Well, I just hope I'm next. Who the fuck would want to follow you?" Chris said with a half-serious laugh to Gary.

"Oh come on, it's not like he's that much bigger, right?" I said, then turned to Gary. "You're just more of a 'shower', right?"

Chris shook his head. "Dude, he was my roommate, remember? Between really obvious morning wood, once he hooked up with Megan they were at our place alllll the time. They had zero shame after the first couple of times doing it in front of me. Gary is huge, Brad."

"Oh, fuck," was all I could reply.

I was saved from anything further said on the topic by Steve sheepishly coming up from below deck. Gary and Chris saluted him with their beers.

"Ha-ha. Hey man, thanks. That was amazing. She said she wanted you to go check in with her. That cool?" Steve asked, trying to be chill.

"Yeah. It's all good, buddy," I said, slapping on the shoulder as I passed by him.

I climbed down the steps and found Kellie still undressed and in the bed covered by a sheet.

"Hey there, mister. Are you still ok?" she asked with a hopeful tone.

"Yeah, " I said as I took her in. It was weird to see my wife clearly well-fucked when I wasn't the one who had fucked her. I could smell Steve's scent on her and her hair was a little matted down from sweat and I guess bedhead. "So... how was it?"

She smiled radiantly. "Oh, babe. It was pretty fantastic."

"Better?" I asked, trying to keep a tone of concern out of my voice.

"Oh, no. I wouldn't say that. Different. I mean, that's all I kept thinking about. How different it was to be with someone other than you. Not knowing what he liked, him not knowing what I liked. Having to discover that together. Plus, I mean, just thinking of you on deck probably hearing us on occasion..."

"-oh no, hearing you the entire time..."

"Oh. Oh no."

"No, no.... It was... hot. Really. No need to be shy. I pretty much knew what we were getting into. I.... I love the idea of you having sex with these guys. And yes... what you mentioned before... the idea of them having regular access to you back home is really hot. I'm not saying I'm fully ready for it, but I cannot get the thought out of my head."

"Oh, honey. That's so fucking hot."

"So... what else was different?" I asked her.

"You want to know?" she asked, to which I nodded. "Ok, well... His dick has this slightly upward curve. That plus the bigger head just... hits me differently. Like if everything else was the same, I couldn't mistake him for you just from that alone."

"Fuck."

"Oh yeah. I can't believe I can share that with you. I think it was necessary for our first time to be just the two of us... to learn from each other and not feel inhibited... but I'm going to ask him if you can watch next time. If that's what you want..."

I just nodded again. It was what I wanted.

"And babe... he came in me. I know it's what we discussed, but I hope you are still ok with it," she put as gently as she could.

"Yeah... I mean, of course," I replied. I was thinking about it and I couldn't help but ask a simple request. "Can I... can I see?" I asked her, feeling shocked by my own request even as I was saying it.

"Oh, fuck. Really?" she asked me.

"Yeah... I... want to."

She leaned back and pulled the sheet off of her. I looked down at her reddened sex. There was no mistaking that she had been fucked good. Then I saw it. The little dribble of Steve's cum leaked out of her slightly gaping hole.

"Oh fuck, Kellie. You fucked him. You fucked him and he came in you," I said aloud in the harsh realization. The concept had been enticing, but seeing the visceral truth before me was... a lot to take in.

She seemed nervous, afraid that it was too much. "Are you... ok?"

I looked at her and smiled a warm, comforting smile. "It's great, Kellie. I'm great. It's just... holy fuck."

"I know, right? Holy fuck. Things have changed."

"Things have changed," I replied with an unambiguous acceptance.

"And you're still ok with things changing?" she asked, still obviously concerned about me, about us.

"Yes. Without hesitation," I said, meaning the words and projecting assurance.

She quickly covered herself up, removing the sight of her used pussy, something that will probably be burned into my memory forever. "I'm sorry... I just remembered... I'm Steve's girl today. He might not approve of you seeing my pussy..."

Then she leaned forward in a mock whisper, "I mean his pussy..."

"Oh fuck me, Kellie..." I moaned at what she was saying.

"Nope... Not until Chris and Gary have and I still have a full day with Steve," she giggled.

It was all a tease. She was just playing along with the role of a hotwife taken by another man. But my god, she was driving me crazy in the best way.

"I'm gonna warn you... Steve has some ideas about how the rest of his day with me will go. He's planning to have some... fun with you. Just... just let me know if anything goes too far, ok? This can stop any time you say so. Seriously. I'm excited and enjoying this, for sure, but you are my highest priority."

"Thanks. It means a lot to hear that."

"And I mean it... Now go. I don't want my boyfriend to think I'm cheating on him," she said batting her eyes at me.

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We had a lazy rest of the day. Gary got us back underway so that we'd get to our evening's planned campsite on time. Steve was reveling in the role of Kellie's boyfriend. They were acting like that annoyingly head-over-heels-in-love couple that everyone knows. It would have been a little much if I didn't sort of expect what they were doing.

Sharing snacks; lap sitting; kissing and casual touches. The best was that she had him pick which suit she'd wear and he picked the tiniest string bikini. Gary, Chris, and I were all appreciative of his choice.

There was one particular moment that especially stood out. Chris was up with Gary in the helm discussing the engine upgrades, leaving Steve and Kellie alone on the deck as I had been down in the head. As I came up the steps, I paused to take them in. They were just being in the moment and he putting on a new application of sunscreen. His hand was sliding across her back, caressing her skin. She leaned to the side and smiled up at him. He leaned in and they kissed. The kisses I had witnessed before were... lusty. This was different. When they parted, Kellie gave him a look, and it... sent chills up my spine.

She got up slowly and took the lotion bottle from his hands and put it down. She took his hand and pulled him up. I knew that look. She was ready to fuck. Then I realized they would be coming right at me. It was too late to get out of the way. And suddenly we were face to face. She looked me in the eye.

"Hey, baby. Are you ready to watch?" she asked me, her eyelids heavy with arousal.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied bringing Steve down with her.

I could tell Steve was nervous. He was probably the most confident of the four of us guys, so it was odd to see him that way.

"Listen, this is cool with me, man. Just enjoy yourself. You do not need to hold back because I'm here," I said with an uncharacteristic coolness.

He nodded at me and broke a smile. "She's really... amazing, Brad. It's a gift to be able to be with her."

"She's the gift giver. I'm just the... fuck, I don't know where to take that analogy. Bow applier? I don't know," I replied.

We all had a laugh and that seemed to lighten the mood a bit, but I could tell Kellie was very ready to go.

She looked right at me, "Babe, I'm going to fuck the shit out Steve... again... Are you ready to watch us?"

I looked at her, standing in her tiny bikini with her arm wrapped around Steve's. It wasn't that hard for me to imagine 'what if?' What if she had gotten with Steve instead of me? That she was his girl, that she belonged to him. There was a hurt I felt but a... good hurt. Like an emotional sadist.

"Yeah. Do it."

I watched as they turned and regarded each other as if they were the only people in the world there in that small cabin. They stared into each other's eyes. Again, I was struck by the intimacy and really how far things had come within the day. Of course, they had been friends for years, they knew each other very well. But obviously, they both harbored some interest in this somewhere deep inside.

"Take your top off, Kellie," he instructed her.

She did as he said, untying her bikini top and dropping it on the floor.

"I will never tire of seeing your perfect breasts, Kellie," Steve stared at my wife's tits salaciously.

"Tell him what you told me earlier," Kellie told him as she arched her back slightly.

"Really?"

"Tell. Him."

"I've fantasized about Kellie while masturbating for years. I saw her tits once in college and I think about them frequently. Finding that photo of her flashing at Mardi Gras wasn't entirely happenstance. She had commented on having done it once and that she thought someone took a picture. I've been looking to see if I could find it for a long time," Steve said, looking right at me to judge my reaction.

I just grinned. "Dude, it's cool. I masturbate thinking about Kellie too."

We started to chuckle together, but Kellie cut us off, "Hey! Tits out over here. That was supposed to be hot. Your friend has been thinking about me sexually all of the time. He's not supposed to be doing that."

Steve and I both forced ourselves to be serious for Kellie's sake.

"Dammit, Steve. Stop jerking off to Kellie, okay?" I said in the best mock-serious tone.

"Yeah, but... not really right? I mean, we're about to screw in front of you, remember?" Steve said, obviously not getting it.

"Yes. Steve... You are going to do Kellie again. In front of me. Enjoy, brother."

It all caught up to Steve. He's not a dumb guy but he missed the joke at that moment.

Steve didn't hesitate and leaned in to grasp her breasts, one in each hand. It seemed a little puerile at first, but when you consider his longing for them for so long, taking an opportunity to just touch them and feel them made sense. For Kellie's sake, she certainly appeared to be enjoying his touch.

"Do you like seeing your friend touching my tits, Brad?" Kellie asked me, her voice breaking the silence in the room.

We both looked down and my erection gave us both the answer to her question.

Steve mumbled something about having "dreamt of doing that for years".

"If you can't tell, we got right to fucking earlier," Kellie explained.

Steve grinned at the pair of us as if he was slightly embarrassed. "Sorry. We all have our things, don't we?"

I nodded and noticed he still hadn't let up. It was still having affecting. She moaned as his thumbs grazed her now sensitive nipples.

Sensing it was time to move on, Steve moved one hand down toward the waistband of her bikini bottoms. His hand slipped in front of them and Kellie moaned anew as he hit paydirt. The fact that he hadn't removed her bottoms made it seem naughtier as I could see exactly what he was doing.

"His fingers are in my pussy, baby."

Hoarsely, I asked, "Whose pussy, Kellie?"

"Mmmm, his pussy. Steve, you're fingering, oooh, your... pussy..."

"I like the sound of that," cooed Steve. "God, I love the idea of owning this pussy. Even if it's just for a short time. I can't tell you how many times I've noticed this mound in swimsuits, bikinis... even the occasional panty glimpse. I like you both way too much to have actually done anything, but if my thoughts were manifested... well, I'd sure owe you an apology."

Kellie's breathing was quite heavy by this point. Steve had moved his other hand to cup her ass cheek, pulling her tight to his active digits. She grabbed a handle on the wall to steady herself. I'm sure that handle was intended to help someone hang on in rough water, but she was putting it to good use for different reasons.

She pulled his mouth to hers with her other arm and kissed him passionately. I found that kissing had a stronger effect on me than sexual stuff. My arousal went up when he was caressing her tits and dipping into her slit but when I saw their passionate kisses I felt a tug on my heart. I'd think to myself that this was fun exciting and sexy, but what if... what if Kellie felt something more than just sexual gratification with one of my friends. Gary was unlikely to leave Megan for her and as foreign as his much larger cock may feel, it would likely be able to stay about just sex with them. Steve was a player. I'd hardly ever known him to ever want to settle down with any one girl. But maybe Kellie was what he'd been looking for all this time. Chris... surely Chris might be the most dangerous in this regard only because I'd suspected he had more than just a crush on Kellie for some time. The good thing is, I would think of all three, Chris was the one who was probably the least Kellie's type.

Steve's ministrations achieved his desired results as Kellie proceeded to orgasm. They barely were able to keep her upright and I thought for a second I might have to step in until they worked it out. Steve helped her down onto the cabin's bed.

"Fuck me, Steve. I need you in me right now!"

"No. You need to beg me, Kellie."

His demand seemed to shake her out of her orgasmic haze a bit.

"What?" she asked confused as she sat up a bit.

"I've wanted you for so long. It was great to be with you earlier and to finally break the seal. But now it's you who are needy. By your rules, no one else is supposed to touch you today. So you need to beg me to fuck you."

After he spoke I whipped my head around, thinking Kellie was going to lay into him. But that was not to be. I don't think I had ever seen my wife more turned on the entire time we had been together. (A thought that should have shaken me, but it didn't at the moment.)

"Please, Steve, please fuck me," she said in a genuinely pleading voice.

"Are you a little slut, Kellie?" he asked her.

Again, I whipped back to see her reaction and again I was surprised by what I saw. I honestly thought she might cum again just from his words.

"Yes, Steve. I'm your little slut today," she mewed.

"If you had your choice to just be with Brad again or stay my slut, what would you choose?"

She moaned, "Oh god, I wanna be your slut, Steve. Christ, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more than that."

Steve looked at me with an uncharacteristically vicious sneer. "You heard her. Kellie's my slut today, Brad."

With that, he ripped her bikini bottoms off, dropped his swim trunks, and plunged unceremoniously into her enflamed cunt.

"Oh, fuck, YESSSSSSS!" she screamed.

"You're going to want me more than just today, aren't you Kellie?" Steve said to her as he put one hand up on her throat as he pummeled her mound.

I had never thought to choke her, that she might be into something like that. I actuaoncerned that he had gone too far in a direction she wouldn't be cool with. But when I saw her hands on his arm I could tell she was holding him tight to her, not trying to pull him away. I began to wonder if I even knew what my wife liked in bed. Had she adapted just to be happy with what my style was? Is this part of her drive to try having sex with my friends- because I wasn't giving her some things she needed?