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I never really liked to travel that much. I never really had any trouble finding things to entertain me within a few hours of where I lived, but then I have lived in some pretty interesting places. My old girlfriend Maria had a different outlook on life. She always wanted to go somewhere new, see something new, & try something new. I have to admit that, every once & a while, her wanderlust did help us to find something that we would not have otherwise found. One sterling example is the fun & dysfunctional foursome from Brooklyn that we met down in the keys.

Maria handled all the bookings for our trips, since she was the driving force behind them. This particular trip would be an October trip to a rather unique little place south Florida that rented out small beach front huts & included use of a sailboat as part of the package. When we arrived, it seemed like an idyllic location. The middle aged gentleman that ran the place seemed quite friendly & accommodating. He helped us settle in & checked us out on one of the boats. He was quite confident in our abilities, so he gave us a fairly relaxed set of rules & requests. He also offered suggestions for some interesting places to visit. It seemed as though the hut would probably get used very little, but the boat would get used a lot. The weather was fantastic.

On the first day, we sailed around a bit, then anchored off of a sandbar that came out of the water at low tide & got rid of some tan lines while having some lunch. We were surprised to find such privacy just an hour’s sail from our little hut. We went back to the rental grounds that evening & stocked up for a longer, overnight, trip out the next day. When we got back to the hut, we had new neighbors. They were a bit older than us, already drunk & shamelessly abusing each other verbally. I asked Maria how long she thought it would be before they got tossed out of there. She laughed & said that I just didn’t understand New Yorkers. She then explained that up there, it was common to “talk smack” about other people & what we were hearing was actually just friends joking around. The last comment that I had heard clearly was one guy saying to his wife, “if you don’t think that I shaved my bawls well enough, why don’t you blow Vinny instead & I’ll see if Angie wants to pick up the slack over here. I didn’t interpret that as playful chatter, but I would later find out that I was wrong. Later that night, the sounds of energetic sex filled the evening air, so it appeared that they actually did get along with each other, in their own special way.

The following morning we got up early & cooked a large breakfast before heading out on the boat. The dysfunctional foursome fell out of their hut while the bacon was on the grill. A short muscular balding dark-skinned guy made a comment about how good it smelled. I would later find out that this was Vinny. His wife Carol, & their friends Tony & Angela stumbled out of their hut shortly after. Vinny’s first words to Carol where – Hey, how come you don’t cook like this? Angie cut back saying that she gave him much better things to eat & made a triangular motion over her snatch. These guys were not shy. They were not subtle. They were very in-your-face.

Much to my surprise, Maria cut right into their conversation & before long, the second pound of bacon was going on the grill & we were inviting them to join us for breakfast. I wasn’t sure which way this was going to go, but I was interested enough to go along on the ride, for at least a little bit. I could tell that Angie was sporting a full bush under her bikini bottom, which would explain why Vinny would expect that a little hair down there would not be an issue for her. Carol was more of an alabaster beauty with a thin frame & a chest that was large enough to make me wonder where she had found a swim suit that fit. She seemed clean shaven.

About the time that the bacon was almost done, Maria dropped a few eggs in the bacon fat & asked if everyone preferred their eggs over easy or sunny side. Tony chimed right in saying he wanted his over easy, the same way that he wanted her. He then walked up & smacked her on the butt & went for a little grope. He then looked at me & asked if I minded. At this point, I kind of had the hang of their lingo, so I shot back, - I don’t know, do you mind if your wife comes over here & blows me right now? He looked over at Angie, she smiled, got up, walked over to me, wiggling her hips as she went, kneeled down in front of me, unzipped my shorts & went right to work. I looked at Maria. She smiled & shrugged her shoulders. That’s when I knew that some serious fun was going to happen over the next couple of days.

These guys were out of character for the types of people that Maria & I usually socialized with & occasionally played with. We weren’t full time swingers back then, but we did dip our toes in that pond from time to time, so this would not be our first experience sharing the fun. It would be one to remember.

Once Angie had me down her throat, Tony felt emboldened to go further with my girl. His hands were in her shirt a few seconds later as he rubbed his hips up against hers. She seemed to be liking it. The deep throat blow job was one of the more aggressive & spectacular ones that I have had. It wasn’t long before I was shooting down her throat. When I snapped back to reality, I realized that Tony’s left hand was inside my girl’s shorts & she was squirming. I pulled up my shorts, walked over, put my hand on Tony’s shoulder & said – hey killer, why don’t you wait until she’s done not burning the eggs for that. He laughed, slapped me on the back & went over to sit down at a picnic table. When I looked over towards Vinny, he was down between Carol’s legs. Yep, she was laser smooth down there & her hands were cupped around those big breasts of hers. …& she had a really big smile on her face.

As we sat & ate breakfast, conversation turned to the day’s activities. The Brooklyn 4 had never been on a sailboat before, so naturally they got invited along to come see our new favorite sandbar. It wasn’t long before we were underway.

I don’t think we were a full mile off the beach before the suits came off. Angie seemed the most enthusiastic, but the others weren’t far behind. She asked if we would mind if they got playful with each other on the boat. I chuckled as I rubbed my hand across Maria’s fun patch. I was surprised to find that it was already wet. With that, the games began.

Being new to sailboats, it took a little while for everyone to figure out what positions would & would not work. Somehow we ended up with a tag line that started with Carol blowing me, while Tony ate her, while Angie blew him, while Vinny ate her. Maria give me an inquisitive look. I nodded. She went to work on Vinny’s shaft. I was still steering the boat, so I had to try to concentrate, at least a little. Before long, Vinny was fucking Angie, while Tony was fucking Carol. Vinny came first, then rolled off, Tony went right over & picked up where Vinny had left off. He came a few minutes later, putting a second load in Angie, as Carol took Tony in her mouth to clean him up. They would later explain that Carol liked to be accommodating. She liked to fluff. She liked to make her men enjoy themselves, but she didn’t swallow full loads & she didn’t like to have a guy cum inside her. Angie, on the other hand, liked to be the cum dumpster. She enjoyed having as much sperm inside her as she could hold. She liked to have her hairy little pussy fully stuffed & she liked to swallow. She was off to a good start. I had been fingering Maria while this little show unfolded in front of us. By now she was fully wet & fully dilated. She was ready to be fucked.

Since I was the only guy that had not just blown a load, I asked to have someone else steer while I got inside Maria. Vinny took over at the helm. I took Maria doggy style on the lazerett. Tony inched up & hung his half flaccid member in front of her mouth as I took her from behind. She slurped him right in & went to work like a champ as I worked her from behind. When she started to spasm, I knew that her orgasm was getting started. Apparently, Angie knew too. She faced me, spread her legs, pulled her lips apart & said, - hey, I’ve still got more room in here, let me have it when you’re ready to blow. It was too late for that. I drove home inside Maria & let loose hard. She & I both sat down on the seat after that. I smiled at Angie & said – hey, next time I need a little more warning on that one. I blew it inside her. There was no stopping that train. I can save the next one for you if you want. …& if you really want that last one, you can come get it out of her.

Maria looked at me a little surprised, but gave no resistance when I spread her legs. Angie was down there like a shot. Tony began fingering her as she worked on Maria. Before long, we were at the sandbar but it was already occupied. We pressed on & found a small uncharted key that was also in the area. We pulled up there, for lunch. A lot of beer was drank over the course of the day as the 6 of us frolicked in the sand, looking like a pile of pretzels. As evening approached, we ended up sleeping on the beach, trading partners as if we had all been a big single family for years. Carol’s pussy was my favorite to eat. Angie’s was everyone’s favorite to fuck. Maria had a way of doing a knob job while squeezing the shaft that sent both Tony & Vinny over the top. When the sun came up, Angie’s pubes were crusty from all the cum that had been shot inside her. It was time for a morning swim & clean up for all of us.

We made breakfast on the beach & fooled around a little more. By now, we were all pretty spent & more than a little sunburned. We pointed the boat back towards the huts. The sail home was more subdued than the previous day, but we did manage to squeeze out a few more orgasms. After docking up & getting all our gear back to shore, we checked out & headed to our respective homes, but not before exchanging numbers. Maria & I would travel to visit them twice after that. Once waking up at a place out on Avenue X, not knowing where we were & another time, having a very festive little group encounter on the roof of a building that was on South 5th street, near Wythe avenue, in full view of people driving across the Williamsburg bridge. But those are stories for another day. Until I am ready to tell you about them, I will be playinginpalmbeach