I think Lisa is sexy. She's not pretty, though not what I would call plain, either. And she doesn't have a great figure. In fact, she's kind of fat, with big thighs, a big bottom, a belly and big, hanging tits.
But she seems to have a sexy attitude that transcends physical appearance. Lisa has a look in her eye that invites sexy thoughts. She wears bikini bathing suits (most women I know would say she shouldn't - I don't know where she finds them in such a large size) and has a great tan. I wonder if it's an all-over tan.
Lisa and her husband Cliff have a sailboat at the marina where Penny and I keep our own boat. We see them there frequently. They're about ten years younger than we are, with no kids. We talk. We've talked about going out together as couples. We've talked about a sailing rendezvous and raft-up - with thoughts of nudity or skinny-dipping in my head, even though none of us is skinny. But nothing has ever materialized.
Lisa has taken to bumping me in the shoulder on occasion. It happened a couple of times at a marina picnic. The first time, I didn't really notice it. I thought she was just walking past me, as she made a comment and bumped my shoulder. Then, later, when some of us were sitting and talking, Lisa sat down in the chair next to me, with Cliff on the other side. At one point in the conversation, she made some remark and pointedly bumped me in the shoulder with her hand. This time, I noticed. I decided that, when the opportunity arose, I would reciprocate in some way, and see if it heightened the tension a notch.
So, a couple of weeks later, I was walking up the path to the marina bathhouse, and Lisa was walking down, I bumped into her as we passed, taking care to make it look accidental. I turned to apologize, and she had this huge grin on her face. "Looks like you're getting a terrific tan this year," I offered.
"Thanks," she replied. "I love to be in the sun."
"I can tell," I said. "That's the great thing about the boat. You get lots of sun without just laying around doing nothing. And mostly, on the water, you can wear as little as you like."
"Or nothing at all," she answered slyly.
"Or nothing at all," I echoed.
"Have you guys ever sailed naked?" Lisa asked.
"We have. We like to skinny dip, too, when we find a private anchorage. How about you?"
"Well," she said, "I like to sunbathe and swim nude, but Cliff is chicken about that stuff. He's always afraid someone will come along and see something they shouldn't. Like it would offend them or something. What do you think? Would you be offended if you saw me sunning myself bare?"
"On the contrary," I answered with a grin. "I'd be delighted."
"That's kind of what I thought," Lisa giggled. "That's how I'd feel, too. I mean, if I came along and saw you naked. You know," she said, "I always thought you were kind of sexy."
"I'm flattered," I replied. "I think you are, too."
Lisa got suddenly shy. "Can I ask you a personal question?" she asked, coyly.
"Sure. Go ahead."
"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked. "You don't have to answer. I mean, 'cause I'd like you to fuck me. I think it'd be really hot, the two of us."
"I'd love to fuck you," I said, calmly, not taking this seriously. Not yet. "Just a couple of obstacles to get over first."
"Like what?" Lisa prodded.
"Well, there's Penny, for one. I'm not sure how she'd feel about it. We sort of have an agreement, that we'll never go outside of the marriage except as a couple. And I don't know if she's up for a threesome. Are you?" I teased.
"Oh, absolutely!" she replied. I was shocked at the answer, I admit, visualizing Penny and Lisa, naked together, in my mind. This was getting to be pretty provocative talk. I felt some movement start between my legs.
"Well, then, what about Cliff?" I inquired. He might not like the thought of you getting screwed by me."
Then she hit me with the clincher. "Cliff would like it. He wants you to fuck me. It gets him off to watch me get fucked. Reinforces his insecurity - makes him feel powerless to watch another man take me and push me over the top. He likes that."
"Lisa, if that's true, I'm going to need to hear it from him. If Cliff asks me to fuck you, I'll talk to Penny and see if we can work something out." I continued on my way up to the bathhouse, and Lisa walked on down to her boat, where Cliff was doing some work on the deck. Cliff is a kind of an average-joe sort of guy - rather boyish in appearance, with a sparse mustache, not great looking, not awful looking. Nothing very distinctive.
I had some serious swelling going on in my pants, even though I still figured this was just a lot of hot talk that Lisa would share with Cliff tonight as they got each other off. The thought of Lisa naked, on her back, with those magnificent boobs hanging down and her legs spread was too much though, and I sprouted a quick erection pointing into the urinal as I peed. It took a couple of extra moments to get it back down again, and into my shorts so I could walk back out and down to my boat. On the way back down the path, Cliff stopped me.
"Doug, can we talk a minute?"
"Sure," I answered. "What's up?"
He seemed to be struggling a bit. "Well, I ... we ... Lisa and me, I mean ... we really like you and Penny. And I wanted to ask you a big favor. It's ok if you don't want to. You don't even have to answer. You can just go down to your boat, and we'll pretend like it never happened. I wouldn't ask this if I didn't think you guys were good friends."
"Well," I replied, sensing where this was going, "Penny and I like you guys too. We keep talking about a raft-up sometime. It just never seems to happen. What can we do for you?"
"Doug, I want you to, I mean, would you fuck my wife? She really likes you, thinks you're sexy. Well, so do I actually. Not that I'm gay or anything. I just like to see Lisa enjoy herself and be satisfied. I'd be there too, I mean, I have to be there to watch. To make sure she's ok and everything. She likes it with big, sexy guys. I wouldn't do anything, just watch. This would be a big favor to me ... to us. If you don't want to do it, I'd really appreciate it if you kept this just between you and me, ok?"
I thought for a minute, remembering what Lisa had told me about Cliff. "Cliff," I said, "before I can answer, I need to talk about this with Penny. We only swing together, not that we've ever really done any swinging. But she has to be there, too. I won't come alone. I'll discuss it with her, and we'll decide if we can do this. But, Cliff," I cautioned. "If we do this, then you have to agree that, in the room, I have total control. You won't interfere, and you'll do whatever I say, no matter what. Agreed?"
"Agreed," he answered.
"I mean it," I said. "No matter what. If you don't go along with whatever I say, then I'll end it right there, and I don't know what'll happen after that. I might not be able to keep this private. I won't use this to pressure you. If you don't agree now, then, like you said, we'll just go on our way as if we never had this discussion. But if we go ahead, and you try to take control, you don't obey my instructions, then this whole thing is going to fall apart. Are you ok with that?"
"Yes, I understand and I'm fine with it," Cliff said quietly.
