As the saying goes, “Be careful what you wish for.”Bev, my wife, was a good and honest person even if she couldn’t be sexually exclusive. She go... horny when her periods began in adolescence and scratched that itch frequently from then on. Very much like her mom who was only sixteen years older. They both were medium height and nicely curvy with full firm breasts and hips made for comfortable coitus. Her Mom had never married and always had several boyfriends going so that was her model.Bev. The extremely soft boobs triggered an unknown sensation down my spine. I could hold it no longer.“Please bhabhi, help me open my tool.” I said. She unbuttoned my jeans and took out the already erect penis in to her hand. I asked her to leave my dick as I wanted to rub it between her boobs. She didn’t. Instead she started shaking my penis in her hand and laughed all the way because I was desperate.I slept over her in utter ecstasy and guided my hand behind her back to unlock the hook of her bra.. And my immediate co-worker, a flamboyantly gay black kid named Reggie ("Because I like it when you chomp on my veggie"), was a hoot and, needless to say, not the sort of person I'd ever have met in my previous life. I think the first couple of days he kept saying outrageous things to see if he could shock me, but I just laughed or occasionally rolled my eyes, and he soon decided I was all right.I started the week of Thanksgiving; Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were steady but not overwhelming,. With the race over, it was time for a shower and breakfast; everyone pitched in to make huge servings of bacon, scrambled eggs, toasts, Mary Beth’s special ‘home fries’.“Was that you that Lori was referring to about the crew member able to smell the wind shifts?” Lisa asked. “You’re certainly pretty good at it.”“I guess so,” I said. “I’m surprised she remembered us sailing on ‘Koolong’, a lot of things have happened since then.”“She seemed a little different on that broadcast,” Mary Beth said..