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We had moored up on the Broads between Somerleyton and Oulton Broad for lunch. Having eaten, Kim resumed her position sunbathing in the boat's cockpit, with me reading just inside the cabin.
We had noticed two lads fishing some distance along the bank when we moored: Suddenly, a splash and kerfuffle, some shouting. One of the lads had fallen in, and was struggling back up the bank assisted by his mate. "Go and see if he needs any help, Love" says Kim. Ok, I walk up to the two fellers, the reluctant dunker streaming muddy water, his mate making a huge joke of it all! "You ok?" I asked. " Yea, fine. thanks...not the first time I've fallen in..!" "Would you like to come back to our boat and get sorted out?" I asked. He thought for a few moments, then deciding that spending the rest of the afternoon in his soggy gear was'nt going to be much fun, agreed. "I'll stay here and look after the gear." said the other lad, already baiting his hook for another cast.
So it was that our soggy friend, Bozzy, clambered over into the boat cockpit. "Look at you!" said Kim...come on, down below and get you out of that kit!" Pushing past me, she led him down into the cabin, and undressed him like a professional...he was down to his pants and soggy socks in seconds. "You'll need a shower...just in here." - pointing him into the shower closet. Nothing happened. "How do you work it. missus?" he asked from within. No hesitation from Kim, she opened the shower door, and stepped in with him. Interesting! I heard the gas boiler kick in, then cocquettish laughter from within..... Hardly room for two, I thought...what is she up to?. I should have known, Kim can be very forward sexually, and when I peered through the not-quite-closed shower door, she was soaping Bozzy down, front and back, her cossie discarded. If there had been room to suck him off, she would have done it, but when the shower stopped she handed him a towel before taking him right forward into the bedroom, his body still wet and dripping. and very erect! His indecently large cock was very hard, and stuck up like a flagpole as Kim laid him on the bed, making sure the door was open for me to get a good view.
We never asked Bozzy his age, but we thought late teens, and legitimate; he certainly knew his way round a woman's body and was soon administering fingered delights inside Kim's cunt, she squelling as she wanked his gross todger mercilessly untiil he shot his load all over her back and shoulders. They rested all of five minutes before the fun started again, Kim deep-throating him until he was rock hard, then mounting him..the sight of that stiff young cock entering my 52-year-old missus was very erotic!
Just as they were getting into their stride, Bozzie's mate turned up, asking how he was. "He's fine...he's stuck up my missus!..go and have a look!" Disbelief turned to amazement as he went forward and saw Kim bouncing about on top of his naked mate..."Feel free to join in, I don't mind!" I said, smiling encouragement and removing my own shorts. You have to say this for Suffolk boys, they are not slow in coming forward...it took him about 15 seconds to take off all his kit, and join the melee, his short fat cock stiffening as he went: His fist attempt to plunge his blunt instrument into Kim's exposed bum-hole failed through lack of lubrication and poor positioning, but administration of some Vaseline to both working parts soon had him deep inside Kim's arse. As could be expected, ejaculation was both fast and noisy, his shiny cock slipping out soon afterwards, but Bozzy was now on seconds, and doing well, rythmic strokes the full length of his cock, Kim's glistening labia evidence of her wet cunt...then the climax...Bozzy came first, pumping like mad, pushing in as hard as he could, filling her with his second load of love-juice: Then Kim's outburst of very rude language as she achieved orgasm, bouncing up and down on Bozzy to get the last inch of his manhood before it wilted. Which, of course, it did. Stories of perpetual hard-ons I find hard to believe, even in younger men, and the next half-hour was spent cleaning up, distributing cold beers, and sorting out Bozzy's wet clothes, still heaped on the cabin floor.
So it ended; we have no idea what lurid stories circulated round the local pubs that night, but Kim and I certainly enjoyed the afternoon a lad fell into the Broads!