Carol and I took a long nap after our adventure on the float boat. When we woke up the sun was setting over the lake. We watched the sun sink into the lake. We were in our usual deck attire, T shirts and no bottoms. There was a light breeze and I snuggled up to Carol's ass for warmth.
We had reservations at the yacht club for dinner. When I made the reservations they told me the theme tonight was 70s surfing. We were in a good mood and ready for more adventures. I asked Carol what she was expecting for the evening.
Carol grinned and said, "If I could, I'd fuck them all."
I smiled and said, "Well that would be a lot of fucking."
We walked to the yacht club. Carol had on a pair of very skimpy denim shorts with a few well placed cut outs and a gossamer halter top. I had on a pair of board shorts and a very cool T shirt. We had a martini at the bar before sitting down for dinner. We had lobster, corn on the cob and a bottle of Chablis.
After we ate we went out on the deck to enjoy the evening air. The lake was beautiful in the moonlight and a warm breeze rustled the pines. It was a very romantic setting.
I said, "Does the deck bring back memories?"
Carol said, "Umm, yes."
We reminisced about our time at the cottage, Brian and his yacht, John with the big cock, John the local cowboy, the Mardi Gras guys, Billy and the two boaters who had fucked Carol this afternoon. We dry humped and whispered sweet naughty things to each other.
The music started and we went back to our table. They were playing surfing songs, twists and some romantic ballads.
A guy came up to our table and asked Carol to dance. He introduced himself, Don. He was dressed in bell bottom pants, tight at the crotch and a button up flowered shirt. He had a real 70s look.
Carol got up and danced, bumping her mound on his leg and her breasts swayed to the music. The next song was a twist and Carol danced with a fucking motion grinding against his tight crotch. The two of them came back to the table flushed. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants.
I asked, "Was that fun?"
Carol said, "Yes, fucking yes."
I said, "Lets go out on the deck."
Carol said, "Can we take Don?"
I said, "Sure go get him."
Carol walked over to his table and she leaned down so that her tits were in his face. I could see her whispering to him. He got up with a big smile on his face. Carol took him by the hand and brought him over to me. The three of us walked out to the deck.
I led Carol over to the padded bench and he and I sandwiched her between us. I was behind Carol and I cupped her breasts. I untied Carol's halter top and her breasts glowed in the moonlight. Don had his hands in her shorts. He unbuttoned Carol's denims and pulled them off.
Carol said, "Please, Please."
Don and I undressed. He had a fat prick with an enormous bright red head. Don started finger fucking Carol while I ran my cock between her ass cheeks. I lay on the bench and pulled Carol down on my cock. Don lubricated his cock and put in her ass.
We were still for a moment savoring the raw sex. When he started stroking into Carol I could feel his cock through her thin walls.
Don moaned, "Your ass is so warm and tight."
I pulled Carol down so that I was suckling on her breasts. Don caressed her back and ass. I groaned. Carol moaned. Don grunted. We kept fucking for what seemed an eternity. Carol kept pressing down on my cock and back onto Don's prick. We were in a fucking fever. Carol's cunt was so tight pressed into me by Don's cock in her ass.
Don moaned, "Immmm coming in your ass unhhh."
Carol talked dirty, "F Fuck, cunt, prick."
I cried out, "Carol, Carol fuck fuck, I'm coming."
We all came with a hot blast of come. We rested for several moments. I held Carol as she continued to tremble with her orgasm. When we regained control, we could hear the music playing. We said good night, freshened up and went back to our table.
I went to the bar and got us some fresh martinis. When I got back, John the finger fucker with the huge prick was sitting at our table and whispering to Carol. I sat down and greeted John with a smile.
The band started playing, "If you don't know me by now." Carol and John got up to dance. She pressed her body to him and he put his hands in Carol's back pockets. Soon the two of them were dry humping on the dance floor.
When Carol and John came back to the table, I said, "Deck?"
Carol said, "Cottage, I want to fuck all night."
The three of us headed for the door. Don came up to us and asked if he could come with us.
Carol beamed and said, "Yes, Yes."
We started walking on the beach towards the cottage. I was surprised to see Billy by the lifeguard stand. I looked at Carol with a question in my eyes. She nodded yes.
I waved Billy over to us and told him where we were headed. He smiled widely and got in our little procession.
The coincidences kept coming. We got to the cottage door and John the local cowboy was standing there. Carol gave him a wet lingering kiss and pulled him inside with the whole gang.
I said to the group, "Get naked." "Rule number one if Carol says stop, we stop." "Rule number two, I go first, last and whenever I want."
Carol sat on the edge of the bed and I knew what she wanted. I knelt in front of her. I inhaled the smell of her wetness and saw her glistening slit. Carol put her legs over my shoulder and pulled me to her. Her cunt was pungent and flowing with juices.
I ran my tongue from her ass to her clit. I licked. I slurped. I sucked. I stuck my tongue deep into her ass.
Carol moaned, "yes". My face was slick from her arousal.
I stood up and said, "I've got to fuck you now."
