Chapter 1 - Oh ... shit!
"Hello. Err ... who are you?"
"Good morning. His wife," the blonde woman with the big sunglasses nodded towards the
cabin.
"Oh ... shit!" The young, slender girl covered her small breasts and was painfully aware
that her micro panty barely covered her vulva. She was also painfully aware of the fact
that it wasn't only pulled into her slit, creating a nice camel toe, but also caked in her
juices and the cum of her lover, which was, unfortunately, the woman's husband. Apart from
that, she wasn't aware of a lot of things, which was partly due to all the rum she had
drunk the night before and partly because she had just untangled herself from her friend
and their beau.
"Yeah, 'oh shit' pretty much sums it up, doesn't it?" The woman watched the girl scratch
her head as she tried to figure out what the appearance of her lover's wife might imply.
Apparently she didn't come up with much, for she sat down on the opposite bench on the aft
deck of the 'Artemis' and looked quite lost.
"I ... err ... well ... I guess ... I'm sorry ...”
"Nah. You're not sorry, honey. You have no idea what sorry means. But no worries, you'll
learn about that soon enough. What's your name?"
"Kylie."
"OK Kylie. Go and wake them up. And please," she said to the girl who was about to go
down into the cabin, "put something on. I don't really want to talk to your slit."
The girl blushed, stooped over to step down the steep ladder to the cabin, bending her
legs side wards, aware that otherwise she would expose much more than just her slit and
the crack of her ass. Not that she minded to expose herself. Not at all. As a matter of
fact, for the last couple of weeks she had seldom worn anything, or more than the
skimpiest of bikinis. But she felt naked enough in the presence of this woman.
"Oxana, Derek, wake up. We've got a problem." They stirred in their sleep but since they
had had even more Cuba Libres than Kylie it wasn't until ten minutes later till they were
coherent enough to realize what the problem was.
In the meantime, Kylie had put on a large shirt that covered her ass, at least as long
as she was standing, struck her head out of the hatch and looked at the woman who still
sat quietly on the padded bench, looking around at the marina.
"I guess I better start packing ..."
The woman turned and smiled. "No, my dear, that's exactly what you shouldn't do. But
please brew some coffee; I think you all might need some caffeine." She put her sunglasses
on her blonde hair and Kylie saw that she had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. For a
minute the two women looked at each other, one smiling friendly, not mad or sad at all,
the other confused, not sure what she should make of this. A slap on her face and some
insults to the effect that she was a slut who didn't have a problem sleeping around with
married men would have been easier to deal with. But this calm friendliness was hard to
cope with. In the end Kylie smiled too, although hers wasn't a calm and warm smile, but
rather a weak, insecure one.
Kylie kept turning to look at the woman as she prepared the coffee. She looked good in
her beige linen dress, a long skirt with slits almost up to her hips, expensive strappy
sandals, the clasp of a black lace bra flashing from between her matching linen west. Her
nails were perfectly manicured, her hair cut in a stylish and fashionable shoulder long
haircut which perfectly matched her delicate facial features. She was beautiful and she
had class, which was obvious.
The cafetiere was hissing and blubbering steam by the time Kylie returned from the tiny
toilet, where she had washed her face, brushed her teeth and hair and managed to get
herself at least halfway presentable.
"You want cream and sugar with your coffee?"
"No, I don't want any coffee. Just make sure the lovebirds get their asses out of bed
and come to me. We've got things to discuss."
With a cup of black, strong coffee in her hand Kylie once again went to the cabin with
the large berth. "Guys, get up. Your wife's here," she told Derek and Oxana. This time
there was a reaction. Derek got frantic, searching for his clothes, while Oxana scratched
her ass and mumbled something to the effect that stupid jokes was the last thing she
needed right now, what with that hangover she was suffering from.
"Honey. It's no joke. She's sitting on the aft deck, waiting for us. So far she seems to
be pretty relaxed, but I wouldn't count on that to remain like this, so you probably
should get your lazy asses up."
"Oh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit, shit!" Derek yammered.
The blonde was less than sympathetic. "Yeah, should have thought about that before you
decided to nail us," Kylie said and left the two to get their asses in gear.
"I take it you've spent the last couple of weeks fucking my husband?" The woman asked
once Kylie was sitting opposite her, slowly getting into motion as the caffeine streamed
through her body.
There wasn't much use denying that. The woman apparently knew much more than she should
have. But Kylie had already decided that it wasn't her problem. After all, she hadn't
cheated on anybody; she just had screwed with someone who happened to be married.
"Yes, he picked us up in Myrtle Beach."
"Uh huh. I see." Once again the woman flashed her nicest smile, showing a row of perfect
white teeth. "And? Is he a good fuck?"
That really isn't her business, Kylie thought. But then again, maybe it is. Either way,
she'd be out of here as soon as her coffee was finished so she could just as well be
honest.
"Hmm, to be honest, he was a bit out of his depth with two gals."
The woman silently chuckled and extended her hand. "My name is Cassandra. Pleased to
meet you, Kylie." In this moment Oxana clambered up the steps from the cabin, put her
coffee on the deck and rubbed her eyes.
"Good morning, gorgeous," she was greeted by Cassandra.
"Err ... good morning, ma'am." She shook the older woman's hand, as confused about the
politeness as Kylie was and plunged down on the bench beside Kylie, wearing a pair of very
short cut off jeans and a bikini top.
"I hope my beloved husband will join us soon. We've got a lot to discuss." Cassandra
looked the two girls over. Tall and slender Kylie with her small but firm breasts, her
crotch peeking out from beneath the shirt whenever she uncrossed her legs, still barely
covered by the red micro panty. On her left Oxana, shorter but just as slim and fit as her
friend, her dark, almost black hair and tanned skin a reminder of her Latino heritage, at
least partially. It was hard to tell right now; what with the girl squinting her eyes
against the bright light of the tropical morning sun, but if she wasn't mistaken the girl
had beautiful big doe eyes.
Oxana pulled up her legs, obviously not bothered too much by the fact that her jeans
were cut so short her vulva was only covered by strap about an inch wide, showing dark
skin on either side.
Two lovely, sexed up babes. Arm candy. Heartstoppers. Some people would call them sluts,
but Cassandra wasn't one of them. They were just gorgeous girl who enjoyed life and liked
to fuck. Nothing wrong or slutty about that. They had just done what lots of girls their
age do, except that they had fucked the wrong guy. For which they would pay, as would her
husband.
After a minute of silence in which the girls slowly sipped coffee, waiting for Derek to
make an appearance or Cassandra to say something Oxana finally spoke.
"I'm sorry. I mean, well, we knew he was married ... but ... well ... again, I'm sorry."
Cassandra was quite surprised. She had expected the girls to lay the blame on her
husband, to deny that they had known he was married or even accuse her of being a bad
wife. Instead, they both had taken their blame and apologized. Not that it mattered. She
didn't want any sympathy, nor did she expect an apology.
And where did that leave her coward of a husband, who didn't even have the guts to show
up?
"Yeah, love, don't worry. I'll survive. So will you. Not too sure about my hubby,
though, if he doesn't get his ass up here soon," she giggled. The two girls wondered even
more what this was all about.
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