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We went into the pool and started rubbing off the lotion as well as we could. The men both joined us and Tanner took the opportunity to hug and kiss me a little. He even rubbed my ass a little under the water where it wasn't too obvious. When we got out, we put on our shirts, tops and whatever else we needed to get presentable. Kathy still didn't put on a bra, but her shirt was opaque and other than her nipples being prominently hard under her blouse, looked quite presentable.

Barefoot on the Beach was within walking distance and we strolled along. I liked Stan and Kathy. I'd just met them and they seemed like pleasant people. Kathy seemed a little more open to things than I was, but in that regard, she wasn't different from the rest of my friends. I was the most staid and stodgy of all my friends. I couldn't expect everyone else to be as conservative as I was.

At the restaurant, Tanner and I shared a lobster bisque as an appetizer. Kathy and Stan split the fish and seafood ceviche. For the main course, Tanner ordered the grilled Blue Marlin steak with island succotash, grilled tomato and creole sauce. I had the seared tuna steak with teriyaki sauce and pineapple relish. Kathy had grilled chicken breast with root vegetable-lentil stew and rosemary jus, and Stan had the sautéed shrimp with Scotch Bonnet infused coconut sauce. The waiter popped corks on a bottle of white and red wines and we all felt pretty good by the time we finished supper. Three of us had apple tarts for dessert. Kathy had the Kahlua coffee coco cream cake. I shared bites with her. We had a good time at dinner telling each other amusing stories. I was becoming more and more relaxed around them. It was funny that we'd met when they saw Tanner and I having sex, but the circumstances of our meeting seemed to matter less and less.

The sunset cruise was beautiful. The seas fairly calm, the sunset spectacular, the drinks frosty. A few of the other women went topless, so of course, Kathy did too. Tanner encouraged me to remove my top, but I told him in no uncertain terms I wouldn't and he didn't push. I was already concerned what my blackmailer would have me do tomorrow and didn't need additional worries. I still wondered if he watched me and I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of looking at my breasts if I didn't have to. Kathy seemed to understand my reluctance because she didn't mention anything either. Despite the chill facing me tomorrow, I tried to have the best time I could. Another couple of drinks later, and I started to be concerned I might have a hangover tomorrow, so I planned for aspirin and lots of water before I went to bed tonight.

"Stan, you're a doctor. Why does alcohol give you a hangover and why does water and aspirin before sleeping help ease tomorrow's hangover?" I asked.

"Ahh, good question, grasshopper," Stan said, in a fake Chinese voice. "There are a few reasons for hangover. One, alcohol is a diuretic, causing you to urinate more and dehydrate, causing you to lose valuable vitamins and minerals. That is usually the reason for the raging headache. Your body blood vessels constrict from the dehydration, causing less blood and oxygen in the brain, which attempts to compensate by dilating your brain blood vessels. It is important to drink lots of water before bedtime to give body chance to rehydrate, and it helps to take vitamin B6 and potassium to counter the loss of electrolytes. Pedialyte also works well.

"Another factor thought to cause hangover symptoms is the build-up of acetaldehyde's, which is a by-product of the body's metabolism of alcohol. It's considered to be around thirty times more toxic than the alcohol itself. A third factor is the presence of some compounds called congeners which are either a product of fermentation, or added to the beverage afterward. Generally, the more congeners, the worse the hangover. A general rule of thumb is the darker the beverage, the more congeners it has. Gin and vodka have less, bourbon, scotch and brandy have more. But be careful taking aspirin and acetaminophen, both can hurt the stomach or liver which the alcohol already has in an uproar, but two aspirin should be okay if you don't have an ulcer."

"Thank you, Doctor Wright."

"Because I'm never wrong," Stan quipped. "I love when people call me Doctor Wright."

We all laughed. "Stick with gin and tonics then if I'm going to drink a lot?" I asked.

"Why not. It might also help with any bouts of malaria," Stan said.

"I knew there was a reason I liked them."

When the cruise was over, I hugged both of them. Stan agreed to swing by and pick Tanner up for their golf game at 9:30 and Kathy was going to come with him. Tanner thought it was so we could go shopping or hang out, but we were hoping the blackmailer would leave me alone if I were with someone. What we did together other than that, I was totally indifferent to.

When we got back to the bungalow, Tanner took me from behind, hard. I don't know if it was all the topless women on the cruise, or Kathy specifically that aroused him, but he was driven, plunging into me hard and fast. The alcohol he'd been drinking all day slowed down Tanner's responsiveness. He didn't climax for a long time and kept banging me until I hurt. Despite his pounding, I orgasmed twice. He fell asleep soon after filling me with his sperm.

I was still restless, thinking of what I might have to do tomorrow, or was it today already, past midnight. I threw on a robe, got a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and took a couple aspirin. I didn't want to be hung over tomorrow morning, or I wanted to be completely drunk. I went out on the deck and got in one of the chairs and looked at the sea, sparkling in the moonlight. It was so beautiful. I fell asleep on the chaise, the sound of the water slapping the wood pilings music to my ears.

Tanner found me the next morning, asleep on the chaise lounge around eight. My robe had come loose and one of my breasts peeked at the world. Tanner woke me by gently rubbing it. I came awake with a start, my mouth dry.

"Why were you sleeping out here, Brooke?"

"I was restless last night after you fell asleep and I came out here to watch the moon dance on the water and listen to the waves. I finally fell asleep listening to the water lap against the wood. It was very relaxing."

"Do you want to come in? I'm in the mood for a little love."

"You pounded me pretty hard last night. I'm kind of sore. Can I take a rain check, or maybe suck your penis instead?"

"I'm sorry about that. I guess I was a little rough last night. I would happily accept a blow job in lieu of you parting your legs for me."

I smiled up at him. "I don't know if I should thank you or not," I said. "It seems like you're willing to use any part of me."

"Any port in a storm, as sailors like to say." He reached down for my hand and helped me up.

Following him into the bedroom, he took off his robe, then mine. He asked me to lie down and got into a sixty-nine with him over the top of me. His penis was already half hard when I gathered it into my mouth. His mouth was licking me, tasting the juices already forming in anticipation of the pleasure to come. With Tanner above me, he was more in control than I was, a fact made clear when his cock went past my gag point the first time. I started choking when he plunged deeper in my throat than I'd ever had him before. He quickly relieved the pressure by rising up in my mouth, but his weight easily drove him to depths I wasn't comfortable in allowing him to go. He behaved himself for awhile, staying at the top of my mouth, allowing my tongue to play with his sensitive head.

While I was engaged with him, his mouth made magic on my vagina. He had two fingers inserted in my sheath and moved his fingers to and fro, turning my insides to jelly. A finger of his other hand was playing with the sensitive skin of my perineum and around the crinkled gateway to my rectum. Climaxing, I felt my interior muscles squeeze down on his fingers and I felt my fluids leaking from my vagina down towards my bottom where he rubbed the slippery stuff across the star. I had to admit, it felt good while he played with me there, but it pleased me Tanner stayed on the outside, and didn't penetrate me with his finger. I could tell Tanner was getting closer to his own release. He was moving more rapidly in my mouth. In an attempt to bring me to orgasm at the same time as he did, Tanner concentrated on my sensitive nub and my body rapidly reached for another peak.

Just before I exploded into an earth shattering orgasm, Tanner's finger thrust through the muscular ring of my anus, his tongue danced on my clit and his plunges deepened to the point he was halfway down my throat with each thrust, causing me to choke. My orgasm was so intense, I couldn't speak, I couldn't push him off me, I couldn't do anything but grab a quick breath before my airway was blocked by his thick penis. I was choking already when he lunged deep, I felt his shaft swell and a flood of sperm filled my throat. He was so deep, I couldn't even taste the salty stuff. I was choking at the same time as I was climaxing and it seemed to intensify my orgasm. I wondered if this was why people played asphyxiation games while having sex. I believed I was going to die and with the last ounce of strength I had, I pushed up on his hips and threw him off me. Choking and gasping for air, I twisted sideways, sputtering, with cum and saliva spitting everywhere. Tanner finally relented on his assault on my sex and I felt his fingers withdraw from my vagina and anus.

"Shit, Tanner!" I exclaimed. "Were you trying to kill me?"

"I'm sorry, Brooke. I guess I got a little exuberant," Tanner said, turning around and stroking my cheek as gobs of stringy cum and saliva leaked from my mouth.

"Exuberant? That's your description for closing off my airway until I almost pass out? If I hadn't pushed you off me, would you still be fucking my dead corpse? What the fuck were you thinking?" He could tell I was pissed. I almost never used the f word.

"I was so excited, Brooke. I didn't intend to choke you, I swear. I'm sorry I did. It was unintentional."

"Look, Tanner. I'm perfectly willing to play your games and do my utmost to satisfy you, up to a point. That point is being able to breathe and have some control over the depth of your cock. If you can't control your passions, I won't play anymore or I'll be on top where I've got control. It's two consecutive times you've hurt me. Pounding my kitty until I was sore last night and choking me this morning." I stroked his face, trying to take away some of the sting of my words. "I love you and want to please you. For the most part, I enjoy making love with you. You've been a thoughtful, caring lover, most of the time. Please be more gentle with me and I shall endeavor to be the most loving wife ever."

Tanner nodded and appeared sincerely sorry for his behavior. I said, "I love you, Tanner."

"I love you too, Brooke." He paused a moment. "Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?"

I started laughing at the old joke. "It was a very satisfying orgasm, Mr. Mason, if that's what you're asking. One of the best I've had. It still doesn't excuse you choking me half to death."

He got a big smile on his face. "Don't take that to mean I want you poking your fingers into my butt all the time," I said, "nor anything larger either. You've been sneaking up on me with all your playing around with my bottom. Ask for my permission before poking fingers in me again, Tanner, and I might consider it, but don't do it again on the sly like you did."

"Yes, dear," sounding all contrite and apologetic when I knew he was laughing gleefully inside. I could recognize sarcasm when I heard it.

"We need to shower and I'm embarrassed to think what the cleaning crew will think when they change our sheets today."

"They'll think we had sex. I'm sure they see cum stained sheets all the time. This place inspires lots of sex, I'm guessing."

"Let me shower first. If we shower together, you'll probably want sex again and I'm still too sore to consider it."

"Yes, dear." He sounded just as sarcastic the second time he said it. I went into the shower and cleaned myself off. A lot of saliva and cum was on me as well as the sheets. When I finished, I allowed him to shower while I applied make up. I dressed in shorts and a blouse like I'd be going shopping later, though I didn't know what I'd be doing. I'd yet to see what task my blackmailer wanted me to perform. I was hopeful Kathy's presence would deter him from making me dance on his strings. We had a breakfast of bagels and cream cheese, orange juice and coffee.