0 comments/ 69199 views/ 2 favorites Sailing By: Sateema Lunasi by Lily St. Claire (AKA Sateema and Maralily) It seemed the weekend would take forever to come. Rehearsals were taking close to 10 hours a day now and we were all exhausted, hoping opening night would just happen so we could get it all done with! You see, I am an actress and dancer and the project was a play that opened in two weeks. Our director was paranoid, this being his first big show and he was seriously overworking us. Finally, we talked him into giving us the weekend off, though he wasn't too happy about it. It was Mike's clout that got us the weekend vacation. Mike was the star of the show and also quite a known actor in the rest of the Showbiz world. I got lucky to play his girlfriend in the show, though I am really young enough to be his daughter. The first day he was in rehearsal I knew I was attracted to him. I have always liked older men, and his British accent really turned me on. It was a real kick to be acting with someone who had been in so many movies and was considered the best. Carol, my friend and another actress in the show was getting ready to leave with me to go to an aerobics class we had together when a tap on the dressing room door alerted us. We were both just out of make up from dress rehearsal, sitting there in white slips, "Yeah?" "It's Mike...may I come in?" Carol and I squealed like two schoolgirls! We invited him in and he looked so handsome in his Donna Karan suit and leather driving gloves on! I didn't know people actually wore driving gloves! It was very sexy, and I wanted so badly to ask him out for coffee or something. I just didn't know what to say. "I don't have long...have to get to a meeting, but I wonder, would the two of you care to go boating for the weekend? I have a boat just in the harbor and if you are both free for the weekend, it would be lovely to sail a bit with you..." And, of course, we said yes. Saturday morning, Carol and I drove out to the marina and walked along the boardwalk, looking at all the massive yachts and cabin cruisers docked there. We saw Mike then, dressed all in white, looking so handsome and so refined...I actually felt a rush of lust and I think Carol did too by the look on her face. We soon were out to sea and it was beautiful, the sun shining and everything warm and perfect. Mike brought us some champagne and Carol and I were giggling like schoolgirls. We cozied up on the deck lounger and Carol whispered, "You think he would get off on watching two girls?" Well, what guy wouldn't? Carol kissed me then and I kissed back, touching my tongue to hers and tasting champagne in her mouth. Mike simply relaxed in his chair and crossed his legs- the perfect gentleman, sipping champagne and watching us. I put my hands in Carol's blonde hair and we kissed a little harder, sliding my hand up her shirt and finally pulling it over her shoulders to reveal a skimpy bathing suit. I had worn mine under my clothes too so I stood up then, and pulled my sundress over my head, making sure to give Mike a full view of me as I did so. I bent over a bit as graceful as I could, to slip the dress off and as I bent over, I felt Carol's hands on my ass, moving my bikini bottoms to the side to dip a finger into my pussy. Her fingers were long and slender and felt wonderful moving in and out of me. I just dropped my dress to the floor in front of me and bent over some more to let her finger me. She pushed her finger into my cunt and then added another finger and another. I was so wet, and when she took her hand away, my juices were glistening on her fingers. Holding her hand between the two of us, we both licked at the fingers, loving the taste of it. Mike watched us with a gleam in his eye and perfect poise and self-control, which turned us both on. We wanted to turn him on so much. Tiny blue triangles was all that Carol's bathing suit was, and it fell away easy when I untied the strings of her top and let her luscious tits fall out, firm and with hard pink nipples ready to be sucked. She untied my bathing suit too and I slipped the entire thing off, now completely naked. We took turns sucking each other's tits, pulling and teasing the nipples. Long and slender fingers kept rubbing my pussy, pushing a finger or two between the lips and spreading the lips to find my clit. Moans and gasps were coming from both of us, so much that I couldn't tell who was doing what. Carol's tits were so beautiful and the nipples so dark pink and swollen hard. I wanted to suck them for hours, but she gave me a better idea when she dipped down suddenly to lick my pussy, then came back up quickly to share the taste with me in a long and savory kiss. "I want to taste you too, Carol..." And soon I was sliding her bikini bottoms off her long legs and looking at her thatch of blonde curly pubic hair, delicate and sensuous. She laid back down on the sofa deck lounger and I laid on top of her in a 69 position. In seconds we were licking and sucking each other's pussy and fingering like crazy! I opened up her lips and let Mike see the light pink there, and as I did so, she did the same with me. He got a good look at us both as we tongued clit and sucked pussy till we both started coming and couldn't stop. I wondered if any of the other yachts passing could see us tongue fucking each other, and the thought actually made me even more excited and I stuck my tongue deep into Carol and felt her copy me. I looked over at Mike, who simply sipped champagne with one hand and held his impressive hard cock in the other, stroking it calmly. I wanted that cock inside me so badly and finally I simply said it, "Will you fuck me, Mike? Please, I need your cock..." He rose up from his chair and casually walked to me, cock in hand until he was directly behind me, positioning his huge cock at my swollen lips. Carol did not stop licking me, and suddenly I felt his thick cock pushing into me, splitting me and pumping into my cunt. Carol was licking both of us now, her tongue licking my clit and his cock as it slid in and out of me, rocking me back and forth. I started licking Carol's pussy again, loving her taste and the way she contracted against me, and I heard her moan very loudly, and spasm. She was coming again, and I was coming with her. Mike kept pumping into me and my body felt so wonderful as he fucked me hard, but Carol wanted some too and that is only fair, right? Mike pulled out of me and bent Carol over the sofa deck, slamming into her with wonderful force. She came again in just minutes as Mike fucked her with that big cock, and I sucked at her nipples while fingering my own pussy. I soon found Carol and myself bent over the sofa deck, side by side, on our hands and knees, ready to take his cock. He obliged us and stuck his beautiful prick into me, gave me a dozen slams or so and then pulled out to fuck Carol the same way. He did this to both of us for nearly another half an hour, stopping to suck our nipples and to let us lick his cock clean before slamming it back into us again one at a time. When I thought I could take no more pleasure, he tensed up and gave us a gentle smile. He would come soon. He pulled out and instructed us with simple gestures of his hand for both of us to lay on our backs and open our legs to him. We obeyed, loving being instructed by this gorgeous man. We both opened our legs to him as he stood over us and he stroked his cock just a few more times before he came, thick and delicious cream hitting our pussies, which was his aim. There was a powerful amount of it and the warmth was almost scalding on our thighs. I came again just watching it and I saw carol sit up just a little to let some catch in her mouth. He finished with a gleam of sweat on his brow and he casually sat back down to watch us lick each other clean, tonguing our pussies like kittens getting a bath. We finished each other, then knelt down to lick his cock clean, which made us want more. We took a quick swim, then headed to the stateroom to do some more fucking. Carol and I try to get away for the weekends with Mike as much as possible, usually every weekend now. We don't even bother to bring any overnight bags anymore...we never need clothes once we are there. Sailing She navigated through the crowed deck area without incident, until the warm Gulf breeze caught the hem of her silk dress. A slightly salty sea breeze lifted the fabric up and away from her leg, exposing her tan thigh and the edge of her lace trimmed panties. Two men at the table she was passing did not miss her exposure, the drunker of the two cat-called and motioned for her to slip up on the open stool next to him. She stopped, smoothed her skirt and shot him a cool look, eyes narrowed, lips tight. He sat back and with palms up motioned 'no problem' to which she allowed the light to return to her eyes and the left corner of her mouth lifted in a sly grin. "Careful what you ask for round here." She spoke softly but her voice carried smoothly under the notes of the band which insisted on cranking out yet another Doobie Brother's single. The less drunk of the pair, snapped his cell phone shut, grinned back and shrugged his shoulders before returning to his beer; but in the instant that he caught her eye, she felt a shiver. Something deep inside responded to his look. It was an all too familiar feeling, of anticipation, excitement. Primal. But for only a second. There was a regular, dependable source of this feeling now . There was no need to go hunting for it now although it was fun to imagine. She moved on, taking the only open table directly beside the two admiring men. "You need a menu?" the waitress slid a laminated sheet onto the table top and disappeared without an answer. Kate looked after her, commenting 'sure'. Her voice went unheard by the waitress but not by the men behind her, nor the man who had slipped onto the chair opposite her. The site of him brought that primal sensation back in full, but in a deeper more familiar place. "Sure what?" he asked and leaned across the round bar table and placed his lips on hers. She lifted her hips up off the high chair and surrendered at the touch of his mouth as it melted over hers. Releasing her from the kiss, he smiled, his blue eyes wrinkling at the corners and he sat. She smoothed the skirt of her dress and also sat down. He continued to grin. "What?" she questioned, although she knew. Jack never missed noticing when another man, or on occasion woman, admired her. "Those two behind you. Sure like looking." He pulled the menu at an angle so they could both study it. "Oh, those two? Drunk and drunker?" She giggled. Drunker was a mess, but the other one, well, she might try to get a better look later. He had a nice smile. And there was that feeling again rising up from a place low in her being, making her tingle in unseen places. They studied the menu and settled on a variety of finger foods elaborately named "gifts of the sea". The Amazing Disappearing Waitress reappeared as if on cue and took their order, returning surprisingly fast with their bottle of chardonay and two chilled glasses. Out in the distance, over the bay, the sun began to set. Rays in varying shades of pinks and purples painted the sky and reflected back from the gentle roll of the waves. They watched silently, sipping their wine, as sailboats drifted back to home. On stage the band had given up on muttering Michael McDonald and were now giving Steely Dan a shot. Voices lifting above the keyboard caught Kate's attention and she leaned back in her chair, hoping to catch the conversation. Her smile ripened and her eyes widened as she tried to hold back a laugh. Jack leaned forward, nearly tipping the basket of shrimp shells sitting near his elbow. "Fill me in baby," he whispered in his best gumshoe lisp. Kate leaned towards him and using her hand as a sheild, to perhaps save the band from such blatant gossip, she whispered back, "seems Drunker is asking the waitress if she 'dances' anywhere after her shift. Seems he is hoping to catch a 'Live' Show somewhere." Jack scanned the deck before answering, "Maybe we should suggest Big Betty's?" Betty's was the better of the dive-y 'gentlemen's' clubs they had driven past on their way from Pensacola. Betty's boasted 'the most nude girls and the biggest boobs' on the Gulf. They had debated whether the bigger boobs were in the audience or on the stage, and now it seemed they were about to get their answer. Drunker's voice suddenly out-harmonized the band as he lamented, "I need to see some damn nude bitches!" The band continued to play although everyone's attention was now directed towards the two men. Kate swiveled in her chair and caught the Less Drunk's eye. He grimaced as he slipped from his chair and took his buddy's arm. "Sorry," he spoke loudly, to the entire bar, but his focus was on Kate. His deep brown eyes looked into her's and she shivered. Unconscious of the action, she parted her lips and drew in a breath as the tingling sensation became more intense. It was his turn to let the left side of his mouth lift into a grin as he caught the quiver of her back and shoulders. She tightened her muscles and leveled her look then slowly twisted back to face the table and her companion. The two men made a noisy exit. Kate caught herself twice peeking over her shoulder in hopes of catching one last glimpse. "Well, they seemed nice," Jack commented as he tipped the wine bottle, filling her glass. He laughed then, his warm pleasant laugh and this time the shiver was for him. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" Kate slid her fingers around the stem of the glass and held it up, allowing the golden liquid to drip over her lips and onto her tongue. "Mmmmm, just drunk enough..." Jack let his hand drop to her leg where his fingers proceeded to wander slowly over the soft flesh of her knee to the softer skin of her inner thigh. "Imagine this were my lips," he whispered and began to draw tiny circles and curves on her skin. She closed her eyes and as the evening breeze blew in she could feel his fingers change to the warmth of his lips. Her breath caught with the crash of the waves. "I want to ..." Jack's next comment was interrupted by the shrill ring of his cell phone. "Shit." He looked at the number on the face of the phone. "I need to take this Kate. I'm sorry." "K. Just keep your mind right here." She guided his hand, which still rested on her thigh, and moved it higher to the edge of her panties. The breeze only emphasized her warmth. "Mmmm." He hummed and slid off the chair, taking his exploring hand and his phone with him. Kate sighed and returned to the snacks on the table. The band now plinked through a 'best of' compilation of Zac Brown. The bar was busy but hardly crowded. The patrons a mix of young and old, tourist and local. She then turned to study the bay and the open water as it rolled out and over the horizon. Nighttime's first stars twinkled down, their reflection sparkling back to the navy blue sky. Weight on the back of her chair brought her back to the present and expecting Jack's return she turned and slipped her arm around the waist of the less drunk of the two men who had previously been seated behind them. "So, I was going to apologize for that little display earlier but looks like we're good." He laughed and Kate pulled away from the embrace. Her fingers tingled with the warmth radiating from his skin and his shirt and once again that primal heat raised. She squirmed a little in her seat, feeling the memory of Jack's fingers on her thigh mix with the warmth of this stranger's skin. "I'm Sean. Sean O'Leary...insert bad Irish accent here." Kate smiled back and took his extended hand. His fingers were callused, his hand shake secure. "Ah, of the South Beach O'Leary's?" He held the hand shake a second longer than he needed, keeping her eyes locked to his. "That's right. You've heard of us then. Expert drunk handlers our specialty." He released her hand but his fingers remained against her palm. "You have this other guy removed then?" He nodded to Jack's empty chair. "Oh. No. He had some business to attend to. Here, why don't you join me? At least until Jack comes back. I hate to sit alone." As she spoke, Sean pulled an empty chair up beside her and settled on the edge. "I'm Kate, by the way." She offered her hand and he grasped it again. This time holding her hand between both of his. "I can't imagine you being alone for very long." Sean squeezed her hand and then raised it to his lips where he gently kissed her fingers, one at a time. His eyes never leaving her's. She did not try to stop him. The Waitress of Incredibly Bad Timing stopped at their table and with a confused look on her face asked if they needed anything. Sean sat Kate's hand on the table palm up and began to trace tiny circles in the tender cup below her love line. "We could use some privacy. But, I guess another bottle of wine would be just fine." "What are you doing?" Kate asked out loud but unsure if she spoke to herself or the man caressing her hand. "You look as if you need to be touched. And since we have only just met I figure touching you here," he made a heavier pass across her inner wrist, "is safer than touching you where Jack was." Kate felt the color rise into her cheeks. Her silk panties were uncomfortably present against her skin and with each pass of Sean's fingers the panties seemed to pull closer to her sex. That primal place began to call out to her. "You are assuming an awful lot." Her voice was barely above a sigh. "You aren't trying to stop me." His voice was low and animal. "I was tempted to just kiss those lips of yours as I was leaving earlier. What would this Jack say to that?" "He would say, can I help you?" Jack stood behind his empty chair. With slow and deliberate movement he sat. "Sorry Kate. Didn't mean to take so long but it looks as if things are all arranged." He leaned across the table and stared into Sean's face, his shirt pulling across his back and shoulders. Kate, her hand still in Sean's. "Shall we be going?" Sean wrapped his fingers around Kate's wrist and as he stood, he pulled her close to him. She started to pull away but he wrapped his other arm around her waist. She couldn't help but breath in his earthy scent and as the breeze flipped the edge of her skirt she shivered again and shot Jack a questioning look. "Yup, I think it is time to go." Sean whispered in her ear. His breath heavy, his lips moist on the spot just behind her earlobe. Kate felt her knees go weak, for just a second. Jack tossed some bills on the table before meeting Kate's look with a wink. He was grinning as he followed them from the bar. Sean transferred his hold on Kate to Jack and ambled silently ahead of them down towards the dock. Jack entwined his fingers in Kate's hand and let their arms swing back and forth. It was a beautiful night. A gentle breeze blew in off the ocean, carrying a hint of the late summer warmth. Several more stars twinkled down from above and the moon, nearly full, hung low in the sky. "What are we doing, Jack?" Kate whispered. "Something we talked about, once upon a time." He stopped and turned towards her. "Do you trust me?" He stood still, his linen shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders, his arms at his sides. She looked him over from the top of his blonde hair, down his muscled chest, hidden by the shirt. His slacks fit him well and looked as expensive as they were. She stopped at his feet, sock-less and tucked into worn deck shoes. Yes, just looking at him, she knew she would trust him. No matter what. She didn't need to look into his eyes to know. She had studied those blue eyes for so long. She nodded and replaced her hand is his. Again, she felt a shiver run down her spine. They walked down a flight of stairs to a waiting water taxi. Sean slipped over the edge and held his hands out to Kate. She reached towards him but instead of taking her hand and helping her in, he grabbed her around her waist and lowered her into the small boat. His hands slid up her sides, caressing her as he helped her regain her balance in the gently rocking vessel. "Do you trust me?" he asked. It was harder to read Sean, she had known him less than a sunset. She stood a breath away from him, his hands on her shoulders, his mouth a half breath away from her ear. She pushed him away but kept her hands on his shoulders. He looked directly at her, his brown eyes even darker in the night. He neither smiled nor frowned, just stood quietly studying her face, making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He wore a navy blue t-shirt which hung loosely and his jeans were well worn, a tiny hole beginning to form just above the left knee. If she were to pass him in a store she would just keep walking. But she looked closer and began to see tiny lines around his eyes, lines formed from years of laughter if she were to guess. They were around the corners of his mouth as well. She considered his rough hands and his deep tan. These weren't earned from time spent behind a desk. She gave him one more assessing look. His feet, also sans socks, were protected from the rough dock by a beat up pair of navy tennis shoes. She looked into his face. Sean faltered only briefly before he regained his composure. As she smiled, he knew her answer. She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Yes, I think I can trust you too." Jack had slipped in beside them and he laughed. "Then we're off!" They all sat back as the power boat left dockside and headed towards open water. No one spoke, each keeping their thoughts to themselves until Kate and Sean saw their destination. Anchored just off the jetty, away from the bay traffic but protected from surf floated a 40 foot sloop. Her masts pointed towards the sky and the nearly full moon, sails drawn in to sleep. "Oh my, Jack!" Kate moved to the edge of her seat. "Six weeks, baby. We have her for six weeks." Jack's eyes sparkled. From his side of the boat, Sean let loose a low whistle. The taxi driver pulled up to the back of the sailboat and tossed a rope to Sean, who took a practiced steady step off the deck and onto the landing of the larger boat. He quickly wrapped the tether around a cleat and again, offered his hand to Kate. Jack followed and climbed the ladder to the main deck, assisting Kate up as Sean released the taxi. Kate and Jack stood arm in arm, watched as the water taxi sped off and disappeared in the dim lights of the harbor. Sean slipped onto the deck behind them. And then they were alone. "Hmmm." Jack gave Kate a squeeze and turned to face their guest. "Champagne?" He motioned to a table near the cabin entrance. A bucket of ice held a bottle of wine. Three glasses sat at the ready. Kate clapped her hands and Sean nodded, walking over to the set up and went about the task of opening and pouring. Jack returned his attention to Kate. He placed his hands on either side of her face. "You say the word. We will stop." Kate answered with a kiss, full on his mouth. She pressed her lips to his, opening them slightly as his tongue teased her. His mouth was warm and firm and he responded with deeper pressure, his hands sliding down her neck and over her breasts before coming to rest on her ass. She pressed herself into him, his hands helping with a push and she felt his firmness through the thin fabric of her dress. A loud pop of the wine bottle cork broke their kiss. "Have you begun to think what it will feel like to have the two of us fuck you?" Jack whispered in her ear as he pulled away from her. His hand slipped over her breast and gave the nipple a tweak. Kate inhaled sharply with surprise and her knees once again went weak. It was a delicious feeling. Sean passed glasses around and then raised his to the couple. "To the possibilities of the open sea." The three clinked their glasses together and drank. Jack moved away from the group and sat on the bench along the port side of the sloop. He held his glass in one hand, crossed his legs and looked from Kate to Sean and back. "You want to taste her, don't you Sean." He spoke quietly, but in the silence of the ocean his voice carried, amplified by their uncertainty. Sean sat his glass down on the table and placed his hands in his back pockets. Rocking back and forth in his tennis shoes he replied, "yeah." Kate, unsure, took another drink of champagne. The chilled wine tickled her tongue as it bubbled down her throat and into her head. One more drink and she emptied the glass. "Let him have a little taste, Katie." Jack remained reclined on the seat. He took a slow sip of his wine. Kate carefully walked to the table, placed her glass upside down in the bucket then returned to her place on the deck. The gentle waves rolled the boat a tiny bit and she found she needed to stand with her legs slightly apart to keep her balance. With deliberate movement, she drew the hem of her dress up with her left hand until at last the lace edge of her panties was visible. She continued to draw the silk up until the waistband of the panties could be seen resting against her firm, rounded abdomen. Closing her eyes, she drew her fingers down to the band of the pale pink panties, gently working the fingers under the lace. She caressed the smooth skin, feeling the lace push back against her hand. She gave a sideways look at Jack, who remained seated. He tipped his glass and took another sip. Slowly, she moved her hand further until her fingers felt the tender bud of flesh between her legs. With her first touch, she began to ache and she gave a languid sigh. Her fingers pushed further into the warm moistness and she caressed her self to the rhythm of the gentle breeze. Throwing Jack another glance, he smiled and closed his eyes, raising his own fingers to his mouth. "You can taste me, can't you Jack." she said and he nodded as he sucked one of his own, dry fingers. She slipped deeper inside herself and moaned gently before looking at Sean. He remained standing, hands in back pockets, tipping forward and back on his heels. His eyes were focused on the movement of her hand behind the pink lace. Mindlessly, he slipped his tongue over his lips. Kate tipped her hips to one side as she caught site of the swollen shaft hidden by Sean's jeans. Gently pulling her fingers from inside, away from the warmth of her sex and out into the cooling night air, she stretched her arm outwards and brushed her fingers over Sean's lips. He caught one with his tongue and licked it slowly before opening his mouth and drawing the finger in, once again out of the night air and into warmth of foreign heat and moisture. "Good?" Jack asked, his voice taking on a huskier tone, a combination of wine and desire. The two standing figures, fingers of one in the other's mouth, both nodded yes. "Mmmm. So, Sean, what would you like to do next?" Sean took hold of Kate's hand, slowly moving her finger first into then out of his mouth. "I want to touch her. Feel her..." He spoke to Jack but kept his eyes on Kate. As his voice moved around her ears and into her head she felt her breath catch and her knees weakened again. "Go ahead, touch her." Jack's voice remained low. Kate felt her breasts firm against her dress. Sean took a step closer. With calculated movement he raised his hands to her shoulders. His touch was light over her skin as he slowly caressed the bare flesh of her arms. She stood still and continued to watch his face. In his eyes, the nearly full moon shone back. She could feel herself sinking into it as he untied the knot and let the wrapped bodice fall open. Her bare breasts, full and white, peeked from around the silk; the nipples hard with arousal from the night air and anticipation of what may come. Sean traced the line of her collarbone before drawing his fingers down her sternum and around the nipple of her left breast. She gasped and he did the same as his hand cupped her soft flesh. "Oh, god," he whispered and moved closer, bending slightly to take her into his mouth. His tongue licked at the dimpled flesh and Kate stopped breathing. The warm wetness of his tongue as it tickled just barely below her nipple sent a ripple down her abdomen to the moist hidden area between her legs. Sean teased her a few seconds more then pressed his mouth to her breast and drew her tender nipple in where he gently pulled at the throbbing flesh. Kate's eyes slid open with pleasure and she inhaled the sea breeze and let her head fall back. Sailing Sean murmured in delight as he continued to pull and press her between his lips. As Kate sighed, he slipped the nipple from his mouth, but not before brushing it with his teeth. She gasped a short quick breath and he gently bit down, giving the nipple a tiny pinch. Kate responded, "Ah!" and Sean tipped back on his heels and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, giving her eyes the appearance of a bottomless pool. In its deepest depths, Sean could see himself reflected back. He let his mouth ease into a tiny smile as his hands continued to caress her breasts, his fingers stopping briefly to rub the delicate nipple once more. Kate's lips parted and he waited for her to speak but she did not and he took her silence as approval. As she watched, he slid his hands from her breasts and continued down her sides, sliding the dress along with them until he was down on his knees in front of her, the silk dress nothing more than a crumpled heap around her ankles. Kate followed his progress down her body and as he knelt she felt the tiny bud of flesh hidden in her sex tremble. His hands, which were resting on her hips, slowly slid behind and down her ass over the silk panties covering his prize. He stopped again, hesitant and she looked down into his nearly full moon eyes. The stars themselves twinkled back at her from his gaze, lit brighter by his smile. Kate shifted on her feet. Quietly, nearly imperceptibly, Sean whispered, "I need to touch you, taste you ...here..." His right hand slipped around her thigh and drew a tender line from her belly button down the center of the silk panties to the cleft between her legs. His touch was light but to Kate it carried the weight of his maleness. Her clit jumped up to meet his finger and the trembling intensified as she imagined his mouth on her sex, his tongue teasing her eager clit. She tilted her hips back in anticipation. Sean did not move. His hand slipped back to its place on her ass and he continued to look up at her face waiting for her consent. Kate longed to whisper back, "please..." but instead, she turned her head, away from Sean's longing look to the place on the deck where Jack sat. The spot was empty, his shoes sitting empty on the deck itself the only evidence he had been there. From behind her ear, she heard him speak, "tell him to go ahead." She started to turn her head, to catch his words as they floated out onto the ocean but instead, Jack kissed her neck, below the place his words had touched. Kate shivered and felt her body slip back, a tiny fraction of an inch into the firmness of Jack's chest. He slipped his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts. They responded to his familiar touch, the dimpled skin tightening, the nipples even more full. Kate looked down. Sean remained kneeling before her. His hands now restlessly lying on his knees. He repeated, just as quietly, "I need to touch you....taste you..." And Kate replied, "please." Her voice barely above a whisper, saving itself for the moment when it would cry out in a flood of wonderful, painful ecstasy. Jack hummed approval and returned to the delicate task of fondling her breasts his mouth nuzzling into the notch where her neck and shoulders met. Sean smiled back, a lecherous smile and Kate giggled. With one quick movement, he grabbed the sides of her panties and yanked, pulling them down over her buttocks to join the heap of dress and exposing the warm, wet entrance to all of her secrets. Tortuously slowly, Sean traced the line from her belly button down her abdomen, stopping to tickle a spot just above her pubis. He then drew his thumb down the swollen cleft between her legs, applying steady pressure as he moved but never entering the hidden space. Kate absently moaned, "please..." as she watched him slip his thumb into his mouth. Sean held his damp fingers up, away from his mouth and licked his lips.Then, eyelids heavy with desire, he reached out and slipped his hand between Kate's legs. His fingers moved up between the lips of her sex and gently explored until at last, one found her center. The tender nub of flesh jumped with the foreign touch and Kate whimpered. Jack had long since stopped kissing her neck and, with his head resting on her shoulder, he watched as the stranger explored his wife. The strangers fingers did just that, slipping along the edges of Kate, dipping into her moisture and rubbing against her until at last they slid inside and as they entered her, Sean leaned forward and slipped his tongue against her, with one lick, finding her clit. Kate melted, close to sliding to the deck but Jack was anchored solidly behind her and while Sean delicately licked, Jack pressed into her with his firm, hard cock which was barely contained in his pants. Jack kissed the crook of her neck, near her collarbone and whispered into her ear, "you like that, don't you. His tongue working up inside of you. Nibbling, licking." "Yes," Kate sighed and she let her head fall back on Jack's shoulder. His hands grasped her breasts, fondling and squeezing. "Do you think you could tell the difference, between his mouth and mine, if you were blindfolded?" Jack propped his chin on her shoulder and looked down at the other man's head, bobbing slowly between her legs. His cock jumped at the sight of this stranger devouring his wife. Kate could only reply with a moan. Sean continued to tease her from below, his fingers gently exploring as his tongue caressed. She felt her nerves respond to each taste. Slowly at first then beginning to build, the tiny tingling waiting to crest. Her nipples throbbing with each lap of his tongue, with each brush of Jack's hand. Her breathing reflected the ripples of sensation until she gasped and her hand slipped over Sean's tousled hair. He stopped then, for an instant, looking up her naked, moonlit body. Her neck stretched back in a delicate line as she tossed her head against Jack's shoulder. Jack's mouth once again at her neck. From above he heard her voice, tiny and breathless, "No, please...don't stop..." and as he continued to look up, she tilted her head down and their eyes met. She slowly inhaled and with her hand on his head, guided him back to his place between her legs. He followed the direction and leaning forward took her with his mouth. No longer gently but quickly, roughly. His mouth eating every little bit of her, his tongue licking up the last little bit of her juices. And at last, the waves broke as her orgasm moved through her body in ripples at first then crashing until she was barely able to stand. Her quiet voice crying out to the stars and the moon. Jack had long stopped kissing her neck and held her tight, delighting in this new way to experience his wife's satisfaction; his cock throbbing now with even stronger desire. Sean tipped back on his heels once again and watched as Kate quivered naked in the moonlight, supported by Jack's body behind her. He slowly drew his fingers down the inside of her thigh to her knee then her ankle and she shuddered a little harder at the return of his touch until at last she leaned quietly against the other man. Sean lay back on the deck in front of the standing pair. He could no longer ignore the throbbing in his groin. Slowly, he brought his hand down to the bulge in his pants, feeling his cock respond as he caressed his own sex with the same, still sticky fingers used on Kate. The image of her, cumming while he licked her nearly brought his own release as he stroked himself through the rough denim. "Stop." Kate spoke, hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "It is my turn." She acted without looking back at Jack, sliding down to the deck, parting Sean's knees. Her fingers traced his cock, making it jump in the already too tight confines of his pants. Her touch sent electricity through his belly as her fingers grazed his abdomen, lifting the waistband of his jeans away and unfastening the buttons. Each one freeing a little more space until at last, his cock sprang up with only the cotton of his boxers to hold it. Kate crawled forward on all fours, her breasts brushing his abdomen and chest as she moved above him. "Its my turn. I want to taste you, take you into my mouth and suck you until your cock is near to exploding." Sean lay back and grinned. "It won't take long if you keep talking like that." he laughed a little and she smiled and slowly moved back down his torso, dragging her fingers teasingly over his chest, belly, groin until her hand encircled his cock and she squeezed. He stopped laughing then and held his breath in anticipation of the feeling of her mouth on him. Kate felt new anticipation as well. Sean's sex felt foreign yet familiar. She let her fingers slip around the head, moist now with his response. Deliberately, she pulled the moisture around and around making him even more silky to her touch. He responded with a sigh and she looked up to see him propped on both elbows, watching intently as she caressed his bulging cock. "You may not be ready to watch this," she said quietly, laughing as she bent forward and pulled him into her mouth. Sean fell back on the deck, only half feigning a loss of consciousness. Kate moved her mouth up and down his shaft, licking the salty moisture from his tip on each return trip. Off in the distance she heard his breathing respond to the rhythm of her movement. Absently, she allowed the fingers of her right hand slide from its grasp of him and gently scoop his balls up in her palm. The skin on the underside pulled tight at her touch and her fingers began to coax him into relaxation with gentle caresses. Sean moaned. Kate worked her mouth even slower. She could smell the scent of his soap as her mouth moved down his cock. She tasted his salty flavor as she moved back up. Together the scent and taste melted together and she knew she would always think of him when she smelled woodsy, salty scents. She brought her mouth down over him one more time and let him exit her lips with a pop. Her left hand caught his shaft and began to stroke him as she once again moved up his torso. Her breasts, nipples still taught, grazed his belly. The feeling of his skin against her sent shivers deep inside her again. Sean lay on the deck, hands behind his head, eyes closed. He wasn't ready for the change in the motion of her mouth but he was curious to see where she would move next. The touch of her skin against his sent a wave of excitement through his belly. His cock jumped in her hand and she swung her legs over his, resting the velvety space between her legs on his lower abdomen. His cock nestled against her, eager to move inside. Kate rubbed her chest against his and found his mouth with her lips. She kissed him deeply, her tongue passing the salty taste of his cum onto his tongue. His cock jumped again, pressing harder to enter. She stopped the kiss then, sitting back on her heels. Her look was hard, steady as she studied his face. From behind her on the deck, Jack spoke. "Go ahead Katie. Try him out." his voice was hoarse but did not waver. "Just remember, when you are through you belong to me." And with that, Jack drew one finger slowly down her spine bringing his whole hand to rest on the small of her back. He leaned into her and she turned her head to catch his mouth as he kissed her fully. "I won't be far away..." he trailed off as his mouth and his hand left her. Sean looked from the woman straddling him to the man kneeling nearly behind her. A deep calming look passed between the two and Sean was aware of a deep desire to be part of that unspoken communication. He wanted to reach up and pull Kate down to his mouth once again but he couldn't bring himself to break their look. His sigh did it for him... Kate heard the quiet breath and returned her look to Sean. He lay on his back, arms above his head, eyes closed. The slightest hint of a smile played at his mouth. Watching intently, she lowered herself deep down on his cock and slowly moved her hips back as her torso leaned forward. Sean's mouth drew open and his chest rose with his breath. She took advantage of his open lips and placed hers directly on his warm mouth, her tongue teasing his. He responded, pulling her closer to him; his cock thrusting with each tease. It was her turn to sigh. The friction between their bodies sent electric thrills through her body and she let Sean regulate their rhythm and speed. He moved slowly. Slower than she had expected. With each push she felt a new thrill. He held her mouth to his until she didn't realize she had been holding her breath. Exhaling, she let her head nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder. "God, Kate..." Sean sounded as breathless as she felt. "Don't stop." Kate allowed herself a smile. "I'm not finished yet. Keep that in mind." She whispered back and nibbled his ear lobe before sitting upright, assisted by Sean's hands on her breasts. He held each firmly, his palms rubbing the nipples. Kate placed her hands on the deck behind her, arching her back and pushing gently into Sean's grasp. In one fluid movement, he pulled himself up to a sitting position and took her left breast in his mouth. Slowly, his tongue licked the nipple, slowly and rhythmically and Kate stopped moving. Each flick of his tongue sent a tingle not only through her breast but through her clit. The more times he licked the more intense each tingle became. It was one of her favorite sensations and she often wondered if she could actually have an orgasm with no other stimulation. Sean continued and she decided that, 'yes' she probably could cum but she might die first. She let her fingers slip between her legs and briskly rubbed. The action only served to increase her tension. Sean recognized the change in breathing and stopped, mouth on breast, and looked up into Kate's eyes. "No," she moaned. "Don't stop." He purposely took his mouth from her breast and sticking out his tongue, licked her pulsing nipple. Kate moaned louder and he repeated the action again and again until her breathing was little more than ragged sighs. When it was clear she couldn't speak he lay back, grabbed her hips and moved her rapidly on his cock until the muscles of her back tensed and she threw her head back in ecstasy as the multiple tingles in her clit melted into one continuous wave of release. She collapsed onto Sean's chest and he stopped moving so she could catch her breath. He was so close he wasn't sure the next breeze wouldn't send him over the edge. He waited for Kate's gentle voice in his ear. But rather than the pleasing, promising female voice, he heard Jack's strong and husky tone. "I don't think I can take much more of this." He spoke between the two. "Katey, seeing you cum..." but rather than finish the thought (which Sean felt he could finish in multiple ways), Jack slipped behind Kate. With his arms on her waist, he lifted her up, off Sean's tremulous sex and pulled her to the deck. Moving Sean's legs apart with his knee, Jack place Kate on all fours between them. It slowly began to dawn on Sean what might be in store and he lay back once again, propped on his elbows to watch. Jack positioned himself behind his wife and leaned over her. "Finish what you started Katey." He kissed the nape of her neck and gently, with one hand on the back of her head, pushed her down until her mouth engulfed Sean's quivering hard-on. It took all his concentration to hold on as her warm mouth pulled him in again. She seemed even softer than before. Kate, still shivering from her orgasm, pulled Sean into her mouth, the taste of his flesh mingling with the flavor of her own sex. Slowly she pulled her tongue up his shaft and delighted in how quickly his breathing changed. From behind her she heard Jack's breath catch as well. His hands were tangled in her hair and he left them there to follow her motion. His body rested over her and she could feel his cock rubbing against her ass. It jumped here and there as she moved and sucked the other man. Jack enjoyed the freedom of his cock pressing into Kate's soft skin but what he really wanted was to sink deep into her. The pleasure on Sean's face was easily read. It wouldn't be long and he would be through. Jack knew that feeling well. He pulled his hands free of Kate's hair and gripping her hips with one hand, guided his cock between her ass cheeks and into her. She was warm and so wet and he slid deep into her without the least bit of resistance. Yet, as he pushed in and pulled out, her sex around him rubbed in just the way he desired. Kate paused as he entered her, taking Sean from her mouth, squeezing gently with one hand. She loved that brief sensation of pressure and anticipation as Jack entered her. His strong hands on her hips moved her to him in the pace he wanted. Ordinarily he would move slowly, painfully slowly but tonight he held her a little tighter and moved into her a little quicker each time. Her nipples tingled at the intensity of his actions and then she felt his fingers against her clit and for an instant she almost collapsed. The waves of her earlier orgasm were only barely below the surface and she knew Jacks fingers and the thrusting of him deep inside her would pull them back quickly. She moaned. And Sean responded, for an instant forgotten. "Kate..." he whispered. "Please..." Kate straightened, her hand still squeezing his throbbing cock. "Oh..." She smiled. Jack had stopped thrusting and teasing her and she could feel the anticipation...the desire, as his body tensed over her. "Poor Sean..." Kate whispered with a smile. "You want to cum, don't you..." "Yes, please." He answered, his body once again propped on his elbows. "Hmmm..."She grinned. "I don't think you are the only one." From behind her Jack exhaled with a chuckle. "You boys...." Kate shook her head. "You had me all along." And with that she squeezed Sean a little harder, making him fall back to the deck, hands above his head, as she pulled him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, licking at the tip until Sean could see stars on the back of his closed eyelids. As she sucked Sean deep into her mouth she also pushed back into Jack's groin, pushing him even further into her sex. His exclamation was lost in the fury of his movement as he pounded deeply, his hands back on her hips, guiding each thrust. His balls pressed against her ass with barely enough space to allow the cool sea breeze to swirl around them. They moved in unison to the rocking of the boat in the gentle waves of the Gulf, each lost in the pleasure of the others; the pleasure they felt in themselves. But that moment is only destined for briefness and the needs of each escalated with every roll of the boat, every thrust, every suck. Jack leaned into his wife, running his hands over the soft tender flesh of her ass, up and over the small of her back. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed the back of her neck where her hair fell away. Then leaning back he once again grabbed her hips with his left hand, his right hand slipping beneath her and into that softer, warm space between her legs. His fingers slipped into her, feeling the beginning of his shaft and sliding upwards onto her pulsing clit. Kate gasped, all movement stopped. The strength fled her arms and legs as Jack's fingers teased and rubbed her. Her nipples hardened and the very touch of Sean's legs against them nearly sent her over the edge Her hand remained wrapped around Sean's cock, its moist shaft and head bobbing with her grasp, seemingly begging for her mouth's return. She remained frozen, paused in complete delight for seconds that felt like an eternity and then when she felt she could stand it no longer she distracted her release for a while longer and resumed her work on Sean, pulling him back into her mouth. Sailing But the time to delay was quickly passing and with every movement of her mouth on Sean, every stroke from Jack's hand and cock they each teetered on the threshold. It was a tiny word, spoken without thinking in a voice so full yet so soft it was barely heard. "yes..." Kate whispered, slipping Sean from her mouth for the instant it took to utter the word. The pulsing of her orgasm, which had built slowly in the very back of her spine spread outward through her until she was barely able to breath. As she shuddered she felt Jack tense, his hand held her shivering sex for a second longer before reaching back to grasp her hips tightly. His cock moved deeply one last time and then it was his turn. "God, Katie." His voice broke over her as he spilled into her, his cock shuddering and teasing her innermost spaces. She pressed into him, feeling his shortened tense movements as he lost control and came. And as she pressed back, her own orgasm teasingly returning with Jack's spasms, she pulled Sean into her mouth dragging her tongue the length of him. He gasped with the sensation of her shimmying movements and her licking tongue. Slowly at first, he began to cum and she sucked the first juices from him which only shattered the last remnant of control. His cock flexed and his salty juices ran into her mouth. She swirled it around him only causing more release. Kate sucked, swallowing the first wave; letting the second slide down her chin. Sean had been propped on his elbows watching as Kate and then Jack came and he watched as she pulled him from her mouth then and with one firm stroke of her hand finished him and he came so hard the wave of pleasure sent cum over her full breasts. He wanted to reach out and touch her, feel the warmth of his juice and the soft flesh of her body but he fell back to the deck instead, exhausted from the pleasure he had just experienced. Kate fell forward as well, cradling her head in the crook of his neck, one arm splayed over his chest; Jack spooning her from behind as he too slid to the sloop's planks. Kate woke next morning to the splash of waves. She rolled over to her back slowly oriented herself to the feel of the bed beneath deck of the gently moving boat. Bright sunlight hinted at the edges of a porthole, fresh coffee wafted from the galley. She slid from the bunk naked, memories of the previous night sprinkled throughout her drowsy brain bringing her nipples to attention and a tiny spasm rippled between her legs. She smiled at the physical memory and pulled on a robe, left hanging on a hook near the door. Navigating the unfamiliar cabin was simple. She walked forward from her berth past a small bathroom, a table with bench seating and into a small galley. Opposite the cooking area a second bunk hung from the ceiling. It was unoccupied for a rumpled blanket and still molded pillow. She placed her hand on the indentation and imagined Sean lying there; wondered if he would stay. As she poured a mug of the steaming fresh coffee she heard laughter above. Carefully, she climbed the steps upward and out into a bright, clear Gulf morning. Sunlight danced with the gentle waves, gulls darting and dodging in attempt to cut in. "well. It's about time." Jack greeted her, waving with his own mug of coffee. "Morning." Sean too waved, coffee in one hand the other guiding the wheel of the boat. "Was afraid you were gonna miss this." he made a sweeping movement with his coffee hand. Kate's gaze followed. They were surrounded by the sparkling blue green waves of the Emerald Coast. Behind, barely visible were the last of the tall, shoreline condos. Jack offered his hand as she took the last two steps up onto the deck. Wrapping his arm around her, he kissed her neck then said, "Are you ready to sail to the Keys?" Kate grinned. She was. Sailing Adventure A friend provides a memorable erotic boating experience. For months I had been looking for a sailboat, I scoured all the local newspapers and could not find what I was looking for. This was before the Internet, as we know it today. Just so, you get some idea of how long ago it was, there wasn't any internet and computer were still using punch cards. I was at one of my customers' seashore sites and telling the beautiful keypunch girl, Barbara, of my dilemma. It was just an excuse to talk to her every Thursday when I came for computer maintenance. She asked if I would like her to bring in the local Sunday classified every week, I replied that that would be so nice of her. Therefore, every Thursday she would give me the classifieds and we would chat about sailboats. She seemed interested and often said she would like to go sailing since she had never done so before. I told her I taught a sailing class at the local high school in my home area every other week, but she said it was too far for her to travel. I offered her sailing lessons on my sailboat once I got it; she said she was in for that. After months of searching, I found the sailboat of my dreams, a 28' sloop that slept 6. It was loaded with all the amenities and made for cruising. I was able to purchase and move it to my yacht club marina just in time for the summer. I could not wait to tell Barbara of my purchase, I let her believe that it was one of her leads. I said I would thank her by taking her on a sail next weekend. She was ecstatic and so was I; the thought of having a beautiful blonde thirty something alone for a sail was too exciting. I made sure to tell her to bring a bathing suit in case she wanted to swim. Saturday came and Barbara showed up wearing short shorts and a halter-top, wow. It's the first time I ever saw her legs, they were long enough to reach her very shapely ass. She turned heads when walking down the dock to my boat; I could see people gawking trying to get a better look. It's not as if she was a supermodel, but she was very stunning. At about 5' 8" she was almost my height and had long blonde hair flowing back as the wind blew down the dock. With each step, her medium size breasts bounced in slow motion, almost like a beer commercial. Once on board, I told her that I had a picnic lunch packed and we had cold beer and wine in the cooler, so we didn't have to rush back. We set sail for a small cove down the river to anchor and have lunch. I let Barbara take the wheel and steer us leisurely down the river. I snapped a few pictures with her at the helm, the wind blowing her long hair; she looked the part of a sailing goddess. After anchoring, we broke for lunch, eating sandwiches and drinking a few cold beers. Barbara looked so gorgeous setting across from me; I just couldn't take my eyes off her. We exchanged casual chitchat after lunch and relaxed. I was about to ask if she would like to go for a swim to cool off, when she asked, "Can we swim here?" "Sure, did you bring a suit?" "Yes of course, I got a new one just for this weekend," as she reached in her bag and pulled out a very small bright yellow string bikini that looked more like dental floss and Band-Aids. "You can go forward to change; the door closes off the bunk area so you will have privacy." I quickly changed into swim trunks in the main cabin area. Barbara came out, my eyes just about popped out of my head. This was the smallest bikini I had ever seen in person. Her breasts were just barely covered, a good portion of them hung out on either side of the small triangles covering her nipples. Her ass cheeks are fully exposed and just a thin strip covering over her pussy. I set up the swim ladder so we could get into the water. Barbara let me go in first to test the waters, she didn't have to ask if it was cold, I yelped as I eased into the water. She cautiously followed, as she entered the water, her nipples begin to react to the cold. Two very hard nipples began to push on the bikini top; they looked like they might rip through the cloth at any moment. She just let go of the ladder and fell in, instantly letting out a, "Fuck, this is cold." She swam over to me and tried to hold on to me as if I was a life raft. My head went under briefly and as I came back up, she began to laugh, "Got you." I grabbed onto her and tried to push her under, my hand went past her head and hit her bikini top, and one tit fell out. She just looked at it and continued to play, grabbing me back. The more she struggled in the water the other tit fell out also, now two very nice breasts and hard nipples are on display. She did not attempt to put them back the bikini top. I thought I would orgasm right there; my hard cock was trying to push its way out of my suit. Fortunately, the water covered it up for the time being. "I am getting cold can we get back in the boat Bob?" "Yes, I'll help you up the ladder, just be careful." She started up the ladder, stopped and tried to push her tits back under cover of her bikini. I wanted to say don't bother, no one is here, but that wasn't actually true, there was another boat coming into the cove. Once back on board, we went down to the cabin to dry off. I had some large beach towels on-board and started patting her dry, as I came close; she grabbed me and planted a big kiss on me. I must have looked puzzled; I didn't expect that to happen. She responded back, "Didn't you want to kiss me?" "Well, yes, but I didn't think ... that you ... would be OK with that." Next she started putting her tongue in my mouth, we started going at it like a couple of teenagers. She removed her top and asked me to finish drying her. I did a very good job of drying off her tits especially her nipples. She responded by pulling down my swim trunks and started to dry me off. My cock had recovered enough from the cold water to come to life, as she held it in her warm hand. She pushed me down on the main cabin cushion, got down on her knees, and put my swelling member in her mouth. She obviously had done this before; she sucked cock like a pro. I was going to come and was going to pull out, but she held me tight and let me come in her mouth. Rapture, the feeling of her warm mouth on my cold cock and now the release of my cum in her mouth, what a feeling. Normally, when my wife gave me a blowjob she made such fuss at my cum touching her let alone coming her mouth, that it always ruined the climax feeling. Nothing like someone jumping up and gagging on my cum, to take away that wonderful feeling. Barbara, licked the cum off her lips like it was gourmet treat and smiled at me. I wanted to reciprocate by eating her pussy. I removed her bikini bottoms and just stared at her blonde bush. Just as I was really getting into it, I heard another boat outside. I didn't think anything of it since we were down in the cabin, until I hear a voice call out, "Bob, you down there?" "What the fuck," it was my friend from the yacht club, Jim Smith. Damn, what a way to end a moment, crap, did he see what was going on? Barbara grabbed her bikini and headed for the forward bunk. I was trying to pull my wet swim trunks back on when Jim peered down inside the cabin. "Hey, what are you up to?" "Just having a swim," trying to sound nonchalant. "Who's with you?" "A friend from work," hoping that reply would put him off and would leave. Barbara after putting her bikini back on came back into the main cabin. She looked embarrassed and had nowhere to retreat. Trying to ease the situation, I asked Jim, "Hey, do you want a beer?" By now, Barbara relaxed a little and said she would take one too. I told Jim we would move up to the cockpit and sit. We all sat in the cockpit and had idle chitchat and drinking beer. Jim kept queering Barbara about her life; she just innocently answered his questions. The whole time my mind was racing wondering what did Jim see and when did he see it. Jim was really looking over Barbara, as if he was trying to place her from a past meeting. Suddenly one of Barbara's answers triggered Jim's memory, "I know now, you and your husband are in the Monmouth civil war reenactors group." Oh shit, Jim knows who Barbara is and knows her husband. Jim says, "Your husband is Carl and he won the black powder shooting contest last year." Barbara hesitantly answers, "Yes." Oh great Barbara's husband is a gun toting reenactor, my life is over. I suddenly got a flash of the newspaper headline, "Jealous husband kills boater with musket." By now Barbara is feeling the same way, she is looking at me and has this "I have been caught" look on her face. I try to end the small talk and see if I can get Jim to leave, but he just continues talking away. Now he shifts the conversation to my wife, how's Dotty doing? ... How's the kids? I think we have just been trapped; Barbara's husband and my wife are unaware of our sailing afternoon. Jim could "spill the beans" to either one of them and we're so fucked. Jim, while in his 50's, is still in good shape and maybe even sexy for an older guy. We have been sailing friends for years, but not what you would call best friends. I want to bring this to and end by stating, well, I think we should be getting back before the tide goes out. I tried to steer the conversation to some other non-threatening topic. Barbara agrees, not knowing what the tide comment is about, but she wants to leave. Jim takes us by surprise, "You know Barbara you might want to change out of that bikini before you go back. Matter of fact, you might want to get out of it right here." Barbara stutters, "What are you saying Jim?" "I would hate to see you get into trouble, by wearing that bikini." "What trouble?" "People could get the wrong idea about you two, if you know what I mean." "What people?" she asks Jim replies, "You know, your husband and Bob's wife." I ask, "What are you trying to tell us Jim, you going to rat us out?" "I could be convinced to keep it confidential with a little inducement." Here it comes; Jim is going to blackmail us. Shit, what does he want? Money? No, its sex. Jim says quite bluntly to Barbara, "Take off your bikini and give me a blow job right here and I'll forget all about you two. That way you can tell my wife what I did if I say anything." Barbara, looks like she has just been smacked upside the head. "I can't do that, Jim, I don't know you." "Oh, you have to know someone to give a blow job?" Barbara asks, "How do I know you will keep your word?" "You will just have to do a really good job." You can almost see the wheels in Barbara pretty head spinning. Hesitantly, Barbara stands up and removes her bikini top. Jim says, "The bottoms too." "Barbara, you don't have to do this," I say as she steps out of her bottoms. Barbara is now standing naked in the cockpit; anyone motoring by could see her in all her naked glory. Jim makes a comment on her fine tits and reaches out to grab one. "No don't back away, let me feel them puppies." As she leans closer, Jim grabs her nipple and pulls her closer. He took the opportunity to suck those nipples and continued to feel her tits. He slowly moved his hand up to her pussy, felt her wetness, and slipped his finger into her pussy. I don't know if she really wanted him get her off, but nature took it course and she was moaning in pleasure. He looks over at me and asks if I have been tapping this great pussy. I just shake my head no. Just then, Barbara lets out a sigh, a few OH's and shakes to a climax. Jim stands up, drops his shorts, pulls out his cock and presents it to her to suck. For a brief moment, I thought she was going to back out and not go through with it. I don't really want to look at Jim's cock, but I can't resist. It's not threateningly huge, it looks quite normal. Barbara goes down and starts sucking away, doing the deep throat thing she did to me. Jim's face is making all sorts of expressions; I can tell he is about ready to cum. He grabs Barbara's head and pulls it in more, so she can't pull his cock at the last moment. He groans as he shoots his load down her throat. He relaxes the hold on Barbara's head and she pulls his cock out and licks off all his cum. She looked like she really enjoys sucking cock. She looks at me and asks, "You ready for another blowjob?" I can't pass up a blowjob, so I respond, "Yes, go for it." As she is sucking me, Jim starts playing with her tits. This is more "friendship" than I am used to, I can't say I ever had my cock out in front of another guy except in the gym shower. I thought I would not relax, but I was wrong, I came again. Barbra went down in the cabin to put her clothes back on. She came back in the cockpit wearing her shorts and halter-top. Jim say he thought it would be fun if Barbara steered the boat back topless, I thought for sure she would object. "You are some piece of work Jim, she can't do that." "I think she can and she will enjoy it almost as much as we do, if she knows what's good for her." I decided to motor back, as the wind wasn't favoring sailing back. As I pulled up the anchor, she took the helm topless and Jim stayed along the side of us in his boat to monitor her. I took the opportunity to snap a few photos with my Instamatic, what a sight, Barbara's nice tits out in full view and her long hair flowing in the wind. She continued topless all the way back to the yacht club, many boaters waved at her on the way back, as if it was completely normal for a topless woman to be steering a sailboat. As we pulled up to the dock there wasn't anyone around to see her, before she covered up. I don't know if I was disappointed with no one at the club seeing, it was titillating, but probably not worth the commotion, it would have caused. After tying up the boat to the dock, Barbara kissed me passionately. I started to apologize for the Jim incident, because I thought the incident would have put her off for future meetings. Barbara interrupted my apology, "The thought of my husband finding out about me spending a day out sailing really would have triggered his wrath. He has terrible temper. He has hit me for much less. Jim's advances was the lesser evil, and I didn't want to chance ruining your life." Smiling she said, "This was more fun than I could have imagined, when can do it again? ... Can you keep my bikini on the boat, so I'll have it for next time, I don't dare bring it home?" Adding a final thought, "Just don't have Jim for the next time. I want you all to myself." I'll have to wait until Thursday to see her again and see if she still feels that way, I hope so. I wonder where I can get the Instamatic pictures developed and printed discretely.