Stepfather Affair

The girl went inside, shutting the small doors behind her.
Herb was hot. He figured this was as good a time to rip off a piece of his new wife as any. Wendy had proven herself discreet enough not to interfere or interrupt whenever he was sexually involved with her mother.

"I think we should get ready for bed," Emily murmured, getting to her feet.

"I'd like to," her husband whispered, coming up behind her and cupping her full breasts with his hands, "but we have to get this boat back in a few hours."

"Oh?" she asked, twisting to face him. Her eyes were half-closed, lips slightly parted, and she shivered with sexual hunger as the man leaned down and kissed her solidly on her lips. Although somewhat straitlaced about sex, Emily felt the champagne working on her. She surprised her husband with an instant response, darting a tongue into his mouth. She even surprised herself, not realizing how wanton she suddenly felt.

He willingly sucked her tongue, tasting her mouth as he tightly tugged her firm form against his own body. She held the kiss for a long moment, the blood pounding in her temples, aware his blood was moving no less swiftly. It was pouring into the many tiny sacs in his penis, hardening it, and she sensed his need for her.

During Herb Rheingold's courtship, Emily had withheld herself from him, allowing a few more liberties each time they got together, never allowing him to enter her until the wedding night.