[jimmybob69]

Some background....

I met my wife on 2/29/1976. She was 23 and I was 26. I had already been married and divorced and had a child, She had not been married and was still a virgin. She had been brought up in a Mormon family. Her father was a real male chauvinist.
He was not very accepting of me because I was divorced, but, I was college educated, had a real job and a new car so he sort of accepted me.

J, as I will call her, was passionate but repressed. The first summer we kissed our lips off, and I could tell by her breathing that she was really turned on, but I never touched her skin under her bra or panties probably until sometime in 1977. She was very orgasmic, but because of the upbringing, was saving herself for her wedding day.

Now the story.

Her father rented a house in Orleans on Cape Cod for one week every summer. In 1976 I was not invited, but in 1977 I had been around for over a year. Her mother kinda, actually really, liked me, and I got along with all the brothers and sisters, so her father told me I was welcome to join them for a few days if I could get the time off work. They went out on a Saturday and I joined them the following Tuesday.

The house was on a small freshwater lake and a mile or so from the ocean. When we weren't at the ocean we were fooling around in the lake. Unfortunately, it was not the kind of fooling around that the two of us wanted. Because of all the people in the house, and all the comings and goings, there was no cumming.

One afternoon, we took one of the air mattresses that came with the house, and with her on the mattress and me in the water, started paddling around the lake/pond. I will add that the lake was so small that you could see the entire lake from our rented house. When we got a couple hundred feet out from the beach, with her brothers and sisters on the beach, I slipped my hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She dropped her hand into the water, slipped it into my bathing suit and started playing with my pecker.

Here we were, only a couple hundred feet from her brothers and sisters, in full sight of her family, playing with each other.

I paddled as best I could so it looked like we were just paddling around the lake with her jerking me off and me rubbing her off.

Needless to say, she came, I came, and we eventually go back to the beach.

My only worry is that somewhere, in a small freshwater lake on Cape Cod, there are a bunch of fishes swimming around that are half me because I milted their eggs