Monsieur La Zuke
Plum Island Refuge is a beautiful place especially in the summer, but the screened porch of
Sea Turn
is a necessity. For as lovely as the ten mile long barrier island of sand dunes, fens, bluffs, pine groves, and wild plum bushes is, there are a couple of weeks that the greenheads are just miserable and unless there is a breeze, the mosquitoes and gnats are just as annoying.
Fortunately, the gnats depart after sunset along with the greenheads; and this evening there is a steady southwesterly to invite Brether and Anne to skinny dip off the dock at the end of the pier in the sound without being eaten alive by the mosquitoes. Nelle and Drew who have chosen to retire to the master bedroom on the second deck of the cottage also find comfort as the prevailing nighttime breeze wafts through the open widows, keeping the humidity in check.
Brether's vacation scintillates with the arrival of the Fosters. He thoroughly enjoys Anne as variation for himself, but his excitement at Drew's being the beneficiary of Nelle's charms is unusually keen. Over the years he's had very agreeable thrills to her descriptions of fucking two or three of her patients as essential aspects of their therapy. He recognizes her highly charged sexual being and indeed takes vicarious pleasure in her occasional choice of outside partners.
Earlier that day, the men and Anne conspire to give their hostess a special time. The boys go to town under the ruse of going to Surfland for some fishing gear, but actually they go to Tender Crop Farm to select an appropriately sized and shaped zucchini.
A waning gibbous moon rising in the east over the island lights the scene. The quiet is broken only by the sound of halyard slap on aluminum masts and waves lapping on the bulkhead. In combination with that scent of salt marsh, a romantic mood is set.
Anne and Brether bring a blanket and a cooler with some champagne in it down on the dock with them. The water in the sound on the rising tide is relatively warm (You locals know what I mean!) and the couple easily enters the water. Brether and Anne begin with kissing and fondling as they float, but soon they drift to where they can touch bottom. Anne's nipples have become hard, erect and sensitive in the cool water; and as Anne floats on her back, Brether supports her from below and begins to suckle one of her pert tits. Brether's cock, which had previously retreated into its turtleneck sweater in the too cool water, is now hardening as the heat of their passion rises and begins to thaw his dick.
Nelle and Drew have retreated to a bedroom on the second deck of the cottage and Drew's cock has already begun to respond to the smell Nelle's musk mingled with the salt air. Drew enters the room first and Nelle follows behind him leaving the door open. Standing beside the bed, Nelle and Drew begin their foreplay kissing and caressing, tasting and touching.
Holding her arms out like an angel, Nelle stands perfectly still as Drew begins to work her body from head to toe with his hands and mouth.
"You know the rules." Drew says as he runs his hands through her hair.
"I do." Nelle replies demurely.
Drew continues to run his hands through her hair and finger her earlobes. Tenderly, he kisses her cheeks and her eyelids. Arriving at her mouth he kisses her passionately. She responds earnestly, but when she opens her mouth slightly indicating that she would accept his tongue should he offer it, he does not. Drew then moves on to kiss and nibble at Nelle's neck. Drew cups her breasts in both hands and then directs her to lie on the bed.
Nelle lies in the middle of the bed. Drew places two pillows under her ass to raise her hips; and then, using four lengths of black satin ribbon, he stakes her out, tying her to arms and legs to the four bedposts.
Lighting the candles that he had strategically placed around the room earlier, he flicks off the lights and turns on the stereo to issue strains of Ravel's "The Boléro." Nelle does not know what Drew has in mind this year. Displayed on the bed, totally vulnerable and exposed, Nelle's pussy begins to secrete in anticipation.
Brether and Anne halt their play on the dock at the prearranged "lights out" signal and the couple comes up from the water with the select zuke that has warmed all day on a windowsill. Drew blindfolds Nelle, and Brether and Anne enter the room without a sound under the cover of the music.
Drew and Brether move simultaneously to the end of the bed and it seems to Nelle to be Drew only, but it is Brether crawling over the end of the bed who dines at the Y. He pulls her labia roughly apart and dives in latching viciously onto her clit. Nelle, squealing, squirms and strains at her bonds.
"Oh, my God, Drew!" she groans. "Eat me! Eat me up! Make me cum! I want to cum!"
Her exhortations drive him wild, and Brether gives her swollen bud a thorough going over but stops short of her orgasm.
"Finish me Drew! Finish me!" Nelle begs. But Brether withdraws from the bed and Drew says, "Not yet, my dear, not yet."
Nelle hears the snap of a bottle cap and the squish of what she assumes is massage oil. This time it is Drew who crawls over the foot of the bed. Passing up her bare throbbing cunt, he straddles her. Nelle can feel his big cock come to rest on her abdomen as he leans forward to massage her tits.
Drew's large hands totally cover her big soft mams. Drew gropes and deeply massages them kneading the lush globes like bread dough. Then he gives his attention to her erect nipples. Rolling the pink teats hard between his thumb and forefinger he pulls them out long.
Nelle moans and pulls at the satin restraints and begs, "My tits. O Drew, play with my tits hard. I can feel it all the way to my clit. Suck my tits. Please suck my tits."
Brether's cock hardens and he strokes himself as he watches Drew handle his wife.
