I met my husband's boss for the first time at a cocktail party he threw for his employees to celebrate a very profitable year. Jerry was an attractive, well-built bachelor with a reputation as a swinging playboy. His eyes lit up when Larry, my husband, introduced me. He seemed to be entirely indifferent to my husband's presence as he looked me up and down like a meat inspector examining a side of beef. I was glad that I had chosen a slinky dress cut low on the top to reveal my ample breasts and high on the bottom to reveal my long, sleek legs.
"You are having a profound effect on me, Laura," he said with a glance downward. I lowered my eyes and saw an impressive bulge growing ever larger in his crotch. My admirer made absolutely no attempt to conceal his erection, and several people standing nearby giggled when they saw what was happening. As a faithful, loving wife, I should, at the very least, have turned and walked away. Instead, I stood there and flaunted my body. I have always been a prick-teaser. Isn't it great fun to give a guy a hard-on and then leave him high and dry?
The party was fairly tame, a typical suburban cocktail party, and I was glad when it finally ended. As we were leaving, our host said, "You kids are going to have to come out and spend a weekend with me at my beach house."
"We would love to," I said. "When would be a good time?"
"How about this weekend?" he asked.
If I had said "no" there wouldn't be a story to tell, but I quickly accepted the invitation. On the drive home, Larry couldn't stop talking about the party and how pleased he was that I had hit it off with his boss.
"Did you see the hard-on he got when he looked you over?" he asked. He expressed his approval with a gleeful chuckle.
The following Friday afternoon we met Jerry at the marina and boarded his cabin cruiser for the trip to the secluded island in the Florida Keys where his cabin was located. He anchored the boat in a small lagoon, then asked if we wanted to take the small boat ashore or swim. When Larry and I just shrugged, he casually took off every article of clothing and dove into the water. Before diving in, he gave me a little time to look him over. He had an athletic body but he wasn't overly muscular. It was obvious that he kept himself in shape but that he wasn't fanatical about it. I consider a hairy chest to be an absolute must for a masculine look, and he certainly filled the bill. He had a nice package between his legs with big balls drawn up tight against his half-hard cock. I figured that when he was fully hard, he would definitely qualify as "well-hung".
I stripped down to my panties and bra and dove into the water, leaving Larry to deal with the dinghy and our bags. In retrospect, I believe the men had planned it that way. By the time I waded out of the water, Jerry was standing on the sandy beach with a full erection. I had been right about him: he definitely was hung.
Jerry led me to the cabin, invited me to have a seat at the table in the cozy kitchen, then set a bottle of cold beer in front of me. I was very uncomfortable, to say the least. My wet underwear didn't hide much. My nipples and black pussy-pelt were showing through. Jerry disappeared and returned a few moments later wearing shorts and sandals.
Even though the cabin looked shabby from the outside, it was chock full of amenities, including many electrical appliances. Jerry explained that the handful of people who lived on the island had shared the expense of installing an underwater line to provide electricity.
Larry arrived with the luggage and I immediately went to the guest bedroom and put on some dry clothes. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the boys busy preparing dinner. After a delicious meal of fish and chips, we took lawn chairs and a thermos of Margaritas down to the beach and enjoyed the cool breezes wafting in off the Atlantic. It was an absolutely perfect night with a full moon drifting across the twinkling sky. We chatted and had a few drinks, then, exhausted after a grueling week, we turned in. The next day turned out to be much more eventful.
The morning was, to be honest, a little boring. The men mostly talked shop while I read a romance novel that I had brought along. After lunch, we put on our suits and went down to the beach for a swim. Naughty girl that I am, I chose my sexiest bikini. The bottom is a thong that barely covers my pussy in front, and leaves my ass - an ass that Larry describes as "fabulous" - on display. Not surprisingly, Jerry chose Speedos that showed off his package and nerdy Larry appeared in his baggy trunks.
We splashed around like teenagers for awhile, and Jerry managed to get in a couple of good feels. The boys went out to get some sun, but the water felt so good that I stayed in. I snorkeled for about thirty minutes, then waded onto the beach. Even after everything that had happened the day before, I was a little shocked to see Jerry lying face down with his bare ass pointed skyward. His buns were toasted a golden brown from hours of nude sunbathing.
I stretched out on a blanket and closed my eyes. When I heard movement beside me, I opened my eyes a slit and discovered that Jerry had turned face up and was displaying a perfect erection. After awhile, he said, "Why don't you kids get those duds off and get a real tan." He asked me to give him a hand and we pinned Larry to the ground. Between the two of us, we yanked off his nerd trunks. Just to make sure he wouldn't put them back on, Jerry threw them up into a palm tree. The two men eyed me while whispering back and forth, then I became the victim. I pretended to resist, but I wanted them to strip me. While they were stripping me, Jerry managed to cop several more good feels.
We stretched out naked on our towels and soaked up the sun. Before long, Larry's cock was just as hard as Jerry's. When Jerry began to slowly masturbate, I suspected that things were going to heat up real fast.
In the late afternoon, we left the beach and went up to the cabin, sans clothes. Although nothing had been said, we had somehow come to a mutual agreement that we were finished with clothing for the rest of the weekend. I took a nap and when I awoke, the boys were busy preparing dinner. I noticed that the boys' cocks never went completely soft, but were always in between half and full hard.
Out on the patio, Jerry grilled thick steaks while Larry and I assembled a salad. Then we sat down to what surely was the perfect meal for the occasion: juicy steaks, crisp baked potatoes, and a tropical salad.
After dinner, we took a quick dip to cool off and then returned to the cabin to watch television. The one luxury that Jerry didn't have was cable TV, but we were close enough to Miami to pick up all of its stations with his tall antenna. We watched "Three's Company", which, in retrospect, was certainly prophetic. Then Jerry asked if we would like to watch some porno.
Jerry put a hot tape in the VCR and we sat back to watch. An orgy scene came on the screen and, within seconds, both men had full erections and were casually masturbating. After twenty minutes or so, Larry took my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. I stroked it slowly up and down until pre-cum began to trickle down the shaft onto my fingertips. Jerry had also reached the point where his pre-cum was flowing freely.
"You know, as much as I love porno, the real thing is so much better," Jerry said. "How about putting on a little show for me?"
