Crotch Lake -- Day 6

Day 6 FridayIn order to get an early start on fishing, I had set an alarm for an ungodly five a.m. I was disoriented. For a couple of minutes, I didn?t know where I was. My first realization was that I smelled pussy, and there was a leg between min and pressing on my crotch. As I usually do the morning after eating Cindy out, I licked my mustache to further activate my favorite aroma. I encountered something crusty. I opened my eyes to the sight of naked Karen sprawled across my body.I remembered then. Karen had become my vacation wife, and we had fucked like newlyweds before falling asleep. I remembered doing it missionary, doggy, and cowgirl. Of course, it ended with Karen?s favorite kink: she went for a mustache ride and fed me my own come. At least it was only mine that time.As we guys left for early morning fishing, the ladies were whispering and giggling like schoolgirls. Once the boat was out of earshot of the island, Ken said, ?What do you think all of that was about???Beats me. They?re obviously plotting something, and it?s either going to be very bad for us or very good for us. I think the best we kaçak iddaa can do is spend a couple hours fishing and try to forget about them.?"I can try, but forgetting about them is going to be tough. I hope you don?t mind me saying this. Your wife is one dynamite fuck.??You mean your vacation wife,? I said.?Yeah, right. My vacation wife.??Why would I mind? After all, my vacation wife is certainly no ice cube.??She?ll wear you out if you give her half a chance. I should know.?I put on my shocked face. ?Ken, Are you saying you?ve fucked my wife??He rolled his eyes. ?I surely have. Both of them, in fact. Both your at-home and your vacation wife.?We arrived at the fishing hole and put our attention into trying to catch dinner. For two hours fishing and the journey back to the island, we traded observations and quips about our shared wives?only going silent a hundred yards offshore.*# # #*As we beached the boat and tied it off, the wives came running down the path toward us wearing grass skirts, party-store leis, but no tops.They both called to us. ?Fishermen, fishermen, what you catch today? Show us what you kaçak bahis have for us. You got big fish? Maybe bring us long ones.?Ken elbowed me in the ribs. ?I sure like what they?re bringing us.?Cindy walked up to Ken and tossed a lei around his neck. ?You want get leied? I give flowers if you give big one.? She rose up on her toes and gave him a big kiss while her bare breasts rubbed against his bare chest.I pulled Karen to me. ?Do you have flowers for me? Can I get laid too??She answered, ?I give you flowers, Mister naughty Fisherman, but you not get laid on the beach where strangers can watch. Come to my village. We have fun.?Ken grabbed the cooler of fish from the boat, and we followed bouncing boobies and grass skirts that swayed to show succulent naked asses up the path to our camp?I mean their village.Cindy took the cooler from Ken and put it in the kitchen area. ?Old island tradition. We have contest see who clean fish. Fishermens must take off clothes.?Ken and I were naked quicker than I would have thought possible.Karen picked up from Cindy. ?Village maidens now give fishermens special kisses. Fisherman illegal bahis who squirts first gets duty of cleans.?With that, the ?maidens? each took their vacation husband?s dick in their mouths and gave us tremendous blowjobs. Both women give first-class blowjobs. But, there I was with Karen?s tongue working up and down the sensitive underside of my cock. Her hand jacking its base, her titties bouncing, her mouth very lightly sucking. Meanwhile, my Cindy was on her knees three feet away bobbing on Ken?s member with her boobs bouncing in time. The sight was just as erotic as the sensations. I moaned. Ken moaned. I shuddered, feeling the cum rising into my shaft. Suddenly, Ken screamed. ?Oh SHIT!? and blew his load down Cindy?s throat. Ten seconds later, Karen swallowed my cum.Karen stood and licked her lips. ?Fisherman Ken, you clean all today. First fish, then anything that need cleaning.?Ken looked across Cindy on her knees. ?Karen, what do you mean??Karen said, ?Fisherman Ken clean fish. Fisherman Ken clean after meals. Fisherman Ken clean cummy pussies. Fisherman Ken clean anything need clean.??I?m not going to wipe anyone?s butt!?Breaking character, she replied, ?Not unless someone asks you to, Dear. But I don?t think any of us are that kinky. Right??The three of us echoed, ?Right!? And all laughed.