She sat me in a chair and warned me to stay there or there would be consequences. I sat down, terrified of this strong, brutish woman."Well bitch, see...s I've made a willing sissy cuckold of your husband. Now why don't we get to business?"My wife seemed to be very turned on by this chain of events. She was breathing quickly and quickly got to her knees in front of Jasmine. She started opening her pants followed by Jasmine's trunks. As her trunks dropped, a large, veined 9" cock came into view.. She looked at home amongst the trees. She slipped her had into mine and squeezed gently. Speckled sunlight skipped across her sweet face and slim, yet curvaceous body.With warning she let go of my hand and jumped up onto a fallen tree trunk. She danced nimbly along its length, oblivious to the hanging leaves brushing against her joyful face. She hopped off the end and disappeared behind a large oak tree. I glanced at my watch andwaited for a minute or so.“Angela, where are you?” I called out.”. But laying at anchor wasn't going to make those dreams come true. There were almost forty miles between me and that harbour. With a decent wind, I'd make the trip in four or five hours. After that, it was a matter of waiting; waiting for the tide, waiting for the sounder to map the moorages. And waiting for a certain 28-foot sloop to arrive. My whole day was going to be a case of "hurry up and wait".A leisurely breakfast filled in some of the time. Cleaning out the cabin, checking and tuning. As he poured Cathy a glass of wine, he said, ‘We’ll stay in here tonight. The bedrooms get pretty cold with no heat. The heat is gas, but you still need electricity for the heating fan system…the fireplace will keep us warm, or we can keep each other warm.’ Cathy gave him a quick kiss as he handed her the glass of wine, ‘Oh, Sean, this is fine.’ Cathy giggled, ‘You know it’s kind of romantic….you know, the way everything happened.’ Sitting with his back against the couch, Sean took her in his.