We chatted about this and that for a bit and then Jill said, "You know, this is so nice, out here in the warm night air, I wish this was a clothing-op...ional cruise. I'd just love to sit out here in the all together."It was what I heard next that floored me.Chapter 2"Well, if that's what you two want to do, it wouldn't bother David and me the least bit."I just sat there, somewhat stunned that my wife would say such a thing.Jill opened her robe, pulled her arms out of the sleeves and lay back as. I said that I would show her mine if she showed me hers. She smiled and started to lift her skirt. By the time I could see the tops of her stockings I was fully hard and had to adjust myself to try and make it less obvious. She pulled the skirt right up to her waist and leaned against the writing desk. With her legs slightly opened I could clearly see the outline of her cunt.Now she said that I had to keep my side of the bargain. I lifted my kilt and was suitably embarrassed and apologetic. She dressed in fatigues, wore combat boots, and, at times, carried a gun. Georgia answered, “You wouldn’t have recognized me back then.”“What was it like?”Looking over at Oscar, Georgia said, “We were alone there. With just the two of us, we tended to seek comfort with each other at every opportunity.”Debbie was quiet for a moment and then asked, “Are you unhappy that I...”Shaking her head, Georgia interrupted, “Not for one minute. When I said that we were alone there, I meant that we were. O God, Charlie! YES! If feels wonderful! As I cupped my hand to reach my fingers between her legs, she let out a cry as they came away wet and smelly. I was repulsed by the smell at first, but the more I smelled the musty odor from between her legs, the more a wanted to smell. It was intoxicating and driving my wild. As I looked down there, I noticed a wet spot between her legs, right on her panties. It was growing as I was looking, almost like she was wetting herself. I decided to remove her.