Weekend Samplers: Part 2.

Angie claims her just rights to Ken.

Based on posts by lckscknfck7, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Angie
finished giving me a very public blowjob in the middle of the lake,
With Sarah and Ken just a few feet away, on that floating dock platform.
Perhaps others were also watching, with high-power lenses?

Ken
applauded with whistles and clapping his hands while Sarah just looked
at me and smiled. Angie was fingering her cunt while she gave me one of
the best blowjobs of my life. Ken hopped onto the floating dock and
dropped his shorts. He looked to Sarah with hope in his eyes, but Sarah
just put her arms behind her head and laid back down. Ken directed his
attention to Angie and me and began jerking off in front of us.

I
came sooner than I expected; and Angie, for the second time ever,
swallowed everything. She looked at Ken jerking off and got up off her
knees.

"No
need for that, Ken" Angie said as she walked over to Ken. Sarah sat
back up to see what was going on. Angie got on her knees in front of Ken
and looked at Sarah and me.

"Objections? We're all friends, after all, right?" Angie said with a cum-covered smile.

"If
it makes you happy, go for it" I answered. Angie looked at Sarah,
almost as if she hoped she would stop her, but Sarah just smiled at her.
Ken looked at me to make sure I was okay with it, and I just nodded to
him.

Angie
looked pissed. When she put his short cock in her mouth, Ken winced as
Angie let her teeth come down a little harder than expected. Was that a
retribution for Ken’s role in setting up her boyfriend with the buxom
bimbo in camp? Within a minute, though, she changed her attitude as
Ken's cock got wider and wider. Angie was trying to deep-throat Ken the
same way she deep-throated me, but his cock curved up so sharply, she
kept gagging. Cocks that curl up need to throated upside-down.

Ken
pulled away from her and suggested they try a different position.
Angie, somewhat frustrated, agreed. When she saw Ken lay on his back,
she stood up and stepped out of her bikini bottoms. She lay on top of
him, never looking up at Sarah or me. In a perfect "69", Angie was able
to straddle over him and get more of Ken's cock down her throat, and Ken
was able to lick Angie's beautifully trimmed cunt. I had a perfect view
of Angie's ass, and it was a great sight. Tan lines definitely worked
for Angie.

In
the heat of the moment, Angie orgasmed, letting out a little cunt fart
in Ken's face. Ken chuckled, embarrassing Angie. She hopped off of Ken
and grabbed her bikini bottom, then hopped in the boat and put the rest
of her clothes on. Ken, left high and dry again, shook his head, got up,
pulled on his shorts and jumped back in the water.

"Guess that leaves you and me, huh?" Sarah asked me.

Before I could answer, I noticed a big fancy boat approaching from the other side of the lake.

As
the stranger's boat approached, I realized my shorts were still around
my ankles and my hard-on had not gone away. I quickly pulled up my
shorts and hopped in the boat beside Angie. Ken swam around to the back
of his boat and climbed the ladder. Sarah, completely nude, wrapped a
towel around her, and carefully stepped into the boat and sat across
from me with her back to the strangers. She lifted one leg, letting the
towel separate from around her waist and exposing her perfectly hairless
cunt. Angie looked at her in disgust.

"What?
I need to make the most of the sun this morning. Don't be afraid,
Angie. It won't bite. In fact, if you pet mine, I'll pet yours. What
d'ya say?" Sarah asked jokingly.

Angie
looked away and pouted. Her nipples wanted to poke through her bikini
top and T-shirt again. The little sun she had already absorbed made her
legs look incredible. Her whole body was a thing of beauty and the
memory of Ken's short but fat cock filling her mouth made my cock start
to swell. I imagined Ken's fat cock filling Angie's cunt, and her
moaning from never having had anything that wide inside her. Imagine a
glass beer bottle, but only half the height. That’s still a narrower
girth than Ken’s French cock.

I
could see how Ken could get off listening to me fuck his wife all
night. I was starting to think Ken might be on to something. It was
probably just a phase, but now  I really wanted to see Angie get fucked
by Ken. Maybe it was just my guilt for fucking Sarah? Maybe Ken and I
would both end up fucking my Angie at the same time? I caught myself
reaching for my cock as I heard the sound of a coiled rope landing on
the floating dock.

The
other boat pulled up to the floating dock and an older gentleman
stepped out. His female companion, tanned almost to the point of
Late-summer perfection, stepped up from below waiving a jewelry-covered
arm and hand.

"Leaving
so soon? We just got here." The man called to us. "You should stay out
as long as you can. There's a storm headed this way that looks like
it'll make the rest of the weekend pretty wet."

Angie knew all about being pretty wet, but she wasn't in a very good mood at the moment.

"I think my girlfriend is feeling a little sick, so we're going to head back to shore,” I answered.

"Maybe it was something she ate?" the cheeky woman said with a grin.

"Maybe,”
I smiled back, realizing the woman was staring at the bulge in my
shorts. Had they been watching us all morning? What was she, 54? 55? As
she stepped onto the dock, it was apparent that this woman still worked
out and maintained the body of a 30 year old. Good for her; and for him.
I determined that; given the chance; even I would be willing to fuck
her.

Ken
started up the boat and we all waved goodbye as we headed back to the
campground marina where Ken kept his boat. Ken barely had enough time to
secure the boat when the sky started to get dark.

The
rain was about to be coming down, then coming down harder, and the wind
would howl around the campground. Folding chairs and chez lounges were
undoubtedly going to be tumbling through the woods.