They had put on music, and she couldn’t really hear what they were saying, the engine loud beneath her. The tape over her mouth was annoying and it was hot beneath the blanket. With nothing else to do, she drifted into a troubled doze…
Jane jolted fully awake as the car came to a stop and the engine shut off. She heard the sound of the front doors opening and slamming shut. A moment later, she was hauled from the car.
“Is the coast clear?” Robert asked as he hoisted Jane, still under the blanket, into his big, strong arms.
“Looking good. No one around. Get her into the boat pronto. I’ll get the rest of the stuff.”
Robert carried Jane up some wooden stairs that creaked beneath his feet. She could hear the cry of gulls overhead. She felt the sway as Robert stepped onto what must be a boat. Then more steps, this time going down, and she was set on what felt like a wonderfully soft, comfortable bed.
The blanket was pulled away, though he didn’t take the tape from her mouth or remove the cuffs. “I hope you don’t get seasick. Brenda will be pissed if you vomit in our bed.”
Jane, who had never been on a boat before, had no idea if she would get seasick or not. At the moment, it seemed like the least of her worries. Was this it? Would they toss her overboard, still bound and gagged?
“ I’ll take the tape off as soon as we get far enough out in the water to assure a little privacy,” Robert continued. He gave her nipple a painful twist and flashed an evil grin. “We’re going to have some serious fun, little froggy.”
~*~
It was calm and sunny—perfect for a day on the water. It had taken some doing for Robert to convince Brenda to take Jane off the property—she was always so damn cautious – but he’d sold her with his fun dunking idea. His captain’s cap in place, Robert drove the speedboat past the buoys and into the open water, where he could let out the full throttle. Flying over the water, he sped along until they were far from prying eyes. Then he cut the engine and dropped the anchors.
Brenda had already stripped and slathered herself with suntan oil. She looked like a goddess leaning back on her elbows on the wide, cushioned bench at the back of the boat, her large, round breasts and gorgeous body gleaming in the sunlight, her red hair flying in the wind.
“Bring up the girl,” she said, lifting a can of the vodka soda they had brought along in the cooler to her luscious red lips. “Let’s get this party started.”
Robert jumped from his perch behind the wheel. Quickly, he stripped out of his jeans and shirt. Underneath, he wore a sexy Speedo he’d picked up when they were in Italy the year before. He never understood why most American guys hid their packages under baggy bathing suits. They probably all had tiny dicks and didn’t want the world to know it. Happily, he had no such issues.
He clambered down the steps to the cabin below. Jane was right where he’d left her on the bed, her eyes closed. They flew open and fixed on him as he approached.
Sitting beside her on the mattress, he tugged at the corner of the duct tape to get a grip. “This is going to hurt, but I’ll do it fast. One, two, three.” As he said the last word, he yanked the tape from her mouth.
Jane gave a small yelp, tears springing to her eyes. Robert touched the red rectangle left by the tape. “No worries,” he said. “It didn’t rip the skin. You’ll still be able to suck my dick,” he added with a grin.
She didn’t grin back. No sense of humor.
He unclipped her cuffs but left them in place for later. Standing, he pulled her upright. “Come on up. It’s play time.”
“There she is,” Brenda said, lifting herself into a sitting position and spreading her legs wide to reveal her smoothly shaven pussy. “Just in time, too. I’m in need of a little attention.” Looking at Jane, she snapped, “Get on your knees, bitch, and make me come.”
Grinning with excitement at the prospect of watching girl-on-girl sex, Robert forced Jane onto her knees in front of his gorgeous wife. When she didn’t immediately lower her mouth to Brenda’s snatch, Robert crouched behind the naked girl and placed his hand on the back of her head, forcibly directing to her to her target.
Shifting to sit beside Jane on the deck so he could watch the action, Robert reached into his Speedo to massage his cock. She was bobbing her little blond head, her tongue flying. The girl had become a regular pro at carpet munching. Brenda must have been horny, because within just a few minutes, she gave a sharp, piercing cry, color rising up her chest and into her cheeks as she came in a series of shudders.