Meanwhile with Hank

"Go for it, baby," Hank encouraged his wife. "I love you."

"Love you, too. Bye, sweetie," Veevee replied.

Hank put his phone away with a grin. Billy "Rockstar or Cockstar" Royce was in town. Lil and Gary were off with Bernie working summer jobs at Jim Walker's office in the industrial zone near downtown. If this was their usual Friday, they'd blow back in after midnight, Lil back here, fifty-fifty whether Gary and Bernie would stay here or at Bernie's mom's house. The three of them were getting along fine in the dumpy little roof apartment above the warehouse where they stayed Monday through Thursday, but Lil especially treasured her time back in her own bedroom.

He wondered what Lil would think if they tucked Billy Royce into her bed before she came home. It would probably too much of a shock, but ah well, it was a thought. Lil was a big fan of Billy Royce's -- all his music, pictures on the wall, concert ticket stubs pinned to a board in her room. She'd been to one earlier that year with Bernie and Gary.

Hank gathered that Lil had sniffed out something of what had happened between Billy and Veevee on the interrupted cruise. Since then, Veevee had been wearing a signed T-shirt -- signed down low on the tail, in back -- as her nightshirt, while Lil was using one of Billy's own shirts as her pillowcase. Lil had asked some probing questions, which Veevee had deflected and laughed off, but the look on Lil's face suggested that she knew something had gone on.

Hank was pretty sure that Lil hadn't guessed what had happened, which was that Hank and Billy had gotten their cocks inside Veevee's pussy at the same time, and that was just for starters. Billy had made it with Jim and Sally too, and between his musical appearances on the ship, he had spent a good deal of time contributing his prodigious cock and accommodating butthole to the rolling swingers' party with Hank, Veevee, Jim, Sally, Peter, Sandy and Peggy. Watching Billy put it to Peter had been quite the sight. When it was Peter's turn on top, Hank had had to hold back laughter when Billy urged Peter with all sorts of creative phrases to fuck him harder and faster and deeper. Hank chuckled at the memory. But even better had been to watch Billy with Veevee. Billy had more than a little of the sex hound in him, sniffing round and flirting, showing himself off. In the act he was playful, a joker, a showoff, enjoying using his strength to move her around. But there was genuine sweetness and affection along with the desire and playfulness when Billy had made love to Hank's wife.

Hank was sure she'd have a lovely afternoon getting herself stuffed with Billy's big cock.

What next? (Meanwhile with Veevee / The rest of Hank's day / Lil, Bernie, and Gary's evening or return)