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I''d Never View it as Cheating--Part 2

Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

between them well off to the side where we knew she would be safe. David had the boat secured tightly to the dock and had handed the women in by the time I had returned from the parking lot. Beth had helped Lizzie into her PFD and was helping Toni apply SPF-50 lotion into her fair skin. The sun can be brutal on the water. We made a quick stop for bait—four dozen live killies—at one of the shops located on pilings in the nearby bay before moving down into the inlet to catch the incoming tide. Under the bridge to Robert Moses State Park we went en route to the inlet’s mouth. The Atlantic was unusually calm. We’d had wind out of the northwest for the past three days and it had knocked the waves on the south-facing beaches down to almost nothing. We were able to ride all the way out into the ocean before drifting back to the inlet on the incoming tide. David had the rods out and I baited Lizzie’s, running the sharp hook through the small fish’s lips. I had thought that I’d have to teach Lizzie all over again, but she simply took the reel in her hands and lowered the hook over the side, telling me, “I know how to do it.” And she did, bringing up the day’s first fish, a nineteen-inch fluke—legal by an inch--that I placed carefully into the live well with the bait. We continued our drift with Beth teaching Toni who managed to catch our second fish—unfortunately a “short” that we returned immediately to the bay. I kept the motor running the entire drift for two reasons—to keep the ... boat perpendicular to the direction of drift and because of the heavy traffic in the inlet. Captree is the home of a big recreational fishing fleet including both deep sea fishing boats and “party” or “head” boats that were drifting with us on the tide. Being July Fourth every maniac who could find a boat was also on the water. I had to keep a sharp lookout the entire time. David and I took a good-natured ribbing from Beth and Toni when I signaled the drift at an end. “Gals two, guys zero,” Beth teased. It only got worse when Toni joined in. “Go ahead,” I told them. “The day is young.” I turned the boat back to the ocean once all the rods were stowed. I leaned over the center console to kiss Lizzie’s cheek once we had begun the second drift. This time David and I were more successful, each bringing in a keeper that went into the live well. Unfortunately for the guys, Lizzie and Beth also caught fish so they were still up on us. This was a competition that had gone on for years. None of us had any idea who was ahead and none of us really cared. We just had so much fun teasing each other. We fished right up until slack water—the time just before and after high tide when the water was barely moving-- when we stopped for a bite to eat. We needed moving water for the fluke to feed. That would come in about a half hour once the ebb had begun. Then we’d drift again, but in the opposite direction—toward the ocean. I found a quiet area away from the other boats and David dropped the ...