She caught herself trying to come up with an excuse to give Hobart ... but then, half-convinced the strange spell would be broken, she just walked out...the front door without permission. But no shouts followed. She ambled along their street, trying to figure out what on Earth was happening.She wondered if Hobart had been bewitched or something. It made no Earthly sense. She knew he wasn't joking. That wasn't his kind of humor at all. He didn't ... he wasn't smart enough to think of a prank like. "What are you up to, Dave?" she asked. "It's a surprise," I said. "Oooh, okay," she said, squirming a bit in her seat. I took her straight to the bar off the main lobby. We both sat down at one of the tables and had a cocktail. And another. The way she was sitting next to me, made the slit in her dress gape open a little, exposing a little of her sexy leg. Every once in a while, I would casually brush my hand over her thighs exposing just a little more skin each time. By the middle of our third. This went on for days. So one night, me and her are outside smoking and drinking, just starting to feel a buzz. We are having a good conversation with a little sexual innuendo here and there. She was biting her lips, staring at my cock getting harder in my pants while her feet kept rubbing it when all of a sudden we heard her husband shout cuz his team scored. I shook my head thinking why would you care about football when your wife's wet pussy is quivering for her best friends cock to calm it.. After all he had eight extra arms to move him.He swam effortlessly out to underneath where she was on her board. With a poke of a tentacle he pushed underneath her board and forced her to fall off of it and into the warm ocean water.He watched her lean legs kick slowly and arms flutter in the water to keep her afloat.He reached up and wrapped a tentacle around her right ankle and pulled her under for a few seconds. He could tell she was now panicking as her movements became quicker and more.