The picture was of me and my best friend, Chelsea. I had known Chelsea since high school and we were even roommates for our junior and senior years of...college. We were more like brother and sister and even managed to never hook up despite many nights of heavy drinking and dry spells with the opposite sex. “Chels, I need a favor.” “Sure, what’s up?” She asked. “I need you to go to a swingers party with me… for work,” I replied. “I know it sounds insane but you don’t have to do anything but. Pulling into a small cove to the North side of the Straits, we anchored up.The small boat soon came in close enough for me to see that Sandra was coming and dressed for the wedding in formal attire. It was kind of a strange thing to see a woman all dressed up running a skiff on the waters so far out in the middle of nowhere.Jake had ridden along with us, and at my insistence and with the help of Julie and Anne. He let himself be talked into being my Best Man. The Captain May had found to marry. Even though we had only been fucking a couple of minutes I was ready to explode, you see I’ve harbored fantasies about Sarah for several year and having her just 10 feet away while my wife and I fucked plus all the teasing I endured today put me on tilt!I lifted my head to glance at the table bed to see if Sarah was possibly awake and aware of our activities. What I saw caused my orgasm to boil and there was no holding back. My cum started pumping from deep in my balls and I had an orgasm like. Your eyes meet mine, wondering what has gotten into me. I mean to show you, but it will end with what has gotten into you. I roll out of bed and again without speaking I grasp you around the waist and hoist your small body over my shoulder in the classic fireman’s carry. You give a small shriek and playfully pound your fists lightly on my back as I carry you to the bathroom. While holding you I turn on the shower spray, waiting until the water is comfortably warm and then I slowly lower you.