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The Love of Sailing Ch. 01

By: Thomas22John



Waking up to a beautiful sunny morning it dawned on me - today we started three weeks holiday on our sailing yacht. Marie was already busy in the kitchen and the familiar smell of nearly burned toast signalled the necessity for action. A quick shower and I was more or less set for the day.

"What lovely homey smells you make," I told her, giving her a big hug. "I hope you realize that today is the start of three wonderful, exiting weeks," kissing her before sitting down for breakfast.

"Of course I do," she smiled "It will be so nice to sail away into the unknown - well nearly unknown," she corrected herself.

The truth is that we have sailed down the Swedish coast more times than we care to remember, but on a sailing boat every day is "unknown." Wind and weather is such a dominant factor that it can't be ignored. As they say, "disregard the weather forecasts on your peril."

With a fair wind we should be able to see some new places in Denmark this year. 

"It will be strange to have Paul on-board," Marie said. "But then of course I can just laze about and let you boys do all the work. I need to work on my tan so it really suits me just fine. Perhaps we have to go a little bit careful on nudity this time," she wondered - and added "I was a bit surprised when he asked to come sailing with us without his wife - do you think they have had a serious tiff? I know that their marriage isn't too hot, but why didn't he ask her to come along as well, they might have been able to iron out their differences?"

"Well, you know that sailing isn't her style. Had we had a motor cruiser I think she might have considered coming," I told her. "Besides, Paul told me that he needed some time away from her. They have a non-existent sex life at the moment, and it has been that way for a long time."

"Hm... all the more reason for playing the prude perhaps - we don't want to lead him astray - do we?" There was a hint of a laugh in her statement and she added, "A shame really, I have always enjoyed both of us being naked on board when the weather is nice."

Let me tell you something about us before I go on with the story. 

Marie is a brown-eyed brunette of 35, with a ready smile, an open mind and with a refreshing, down to earth attitude to anything sensual. Long legs, ending in the cutest bottom. Her breasts are not big, but very much in harmony with the rest of her 5'5" stature. All in all a woman that has everything it takes to be a sensual woman. Besides - I just love her to bits! 

Paul and I go back a long time. In fact, right back to childhood. We fought, we played, and we chased the girls as we got into our late teens. We fell in and out of friendship time and again. We were borne on the same day of the same year and we are both 37. I stand just over 6' and he slightly less. From the time of our formative years, when we compared most things, I knew that his cock was bigger than mine. But as a good friend I have forgiven him for that impertinence! Not that I have ever had any complaints about my solid and eager 7 and a bit inches.

Marie and Paul became good friends when we moved back to my hometown after five years abroad. I'm sure they have had the odd cuddle and kisses over the years. When Paul had his new home built they had very crummy facilities and he often came around to use our bathroom to clean up. I remember Marie waltzing into the room one time to wash his back for him. I had a feeling she might have washed his more intimate parts, but I have never asked - and, if she did, it would all be in good fun! I have never thought that Paul would muscle in on my marriage - he is to straight-laced for that. 

The thought of some hanky panky 'going on' really excites me though! 

It was a year earlier. Paul was in town for a business meeting and stayed over for a couple of nights. He suggested booking a hotel, but Marie wouldn't hear of it. On his last evening with us we put some steaks on the grill and opened a good bottle of wine. Marie had changed into a very nice new dress she had bought on her last visit to London. She looked really beautiful in her new attire.

Describing ladies dresses is not my forte, but let me try. The silky fabric, with strategically placed, large blue dots and plunging neckline showed off her alluring cleavage quite beautifully. It was clear her well-shaped breasts were braless, and looking at the curve of her hips I had a hunch she wasn't wearing panties either. Both Paul and I complimented her on her great looks.

It was getting cooler as the sun was setting and Marie suggested moving inside for coffee and afters. I put some music on the stereo and Paul and I took turns dancing with her. I was right in my assumption that her panties were off. It was exciting to feel her naked rump. Paul obviously found her panty-less bottom arousing as well - his hands were low on her back, very low - pressing her body into his. 

Coming back to the couch he tried to hide an obvious erection. Marie's erect nipples could clearly be seen making dents in her dress.

Feeling the drinks I lay down on the couch in the cosy area of our L shaped lounge and drifted into sleep. I could still register them chatting away. 

"Perhaps we should call it a night after a last dance?" Marie suggested to Paul. Putting on some more soft music they moved closely together grinding into each other. I kept drifting in and out of sleep, but Marie's comment, "It's nice to feel your hard cock so close to me," had me awake! 

From my dark corner I was able to watch them sway together through the slit of my eyes. His right arm pressed her towards his crotch and his free hand was stroking her naked breasts as her straps were off her shoulders. His hand then moved down to her belly and further to her crotch touching her cunt through the silky material of the outfit. 

"Be careful, my wetness will leave a stain on my new dress," Marie whispered, lifting it up to her hips, baring her moist centre to him. Still whispering she opened the belt of his trousers, "I want to touch your big hard cock." 

Soon the trousers, along with his underwear, were around his ankles and stepping out of them he kicked them away.

"What about Finn?" Paul asked with a hint of nervous tremor in his voice as she was stroking him. 

"Don't worry - he's an extremely heavy sleeper," Marie told him, knowing full well that I would find it exiting if I was awake to observe them.

The top of Marie's dress was now resting on her hips and she was busy unbuttoning Paul's shirt, pressing her hard pointed nipples into his bared chest. His cock was rubbing against her crotch, brushing her soaked slit and clitoris. To allow him better access she put one leg on the low couch where I was "sleeping".

"I need you inside me," she whispered.

Taking hold of his now rampant hard-on she placed it at her moist entrance and he pressed smoothly into her. 

"Oh... Paul - you are filling me up so nicely. I want to feel you pumping your sperm into me, but let us stay without moving for just a while," she panted, flexing her cunt in ripples all along his rigid shaft. 

"There is no way I can hold on if your lovely cunt keeps massaging my cock like this." Paul mumbled into her neck.

Soon both of their urges became demanding and Paul was moving in long strokes in and out of her. Not only could I hear their combined wetness as they both chased the release of the sexual energy they had built within each other during the evening, but also the heady scent of their mingled juices wafted towards me. Their primeval noises signalled their climax and they clung together long enough to slow their heavy breathing. 

"I want more of you Marie," Paul said kissing her. "It was so good." 

"Oh... yes Paul, for me too," she panted sucking his tongue. 

"Let's sit down with a glass of wine before bed," Marie suggested - letting the bottom half of her dress fall down to cover her pussy but she didn't bother to cover her breasts. Paul started to put his trousers back on, but she stopped him. "It's nice to see you naked - I'm sure you will manage to pour the wine without cloths on!" she whispered. 

They snuggled on the couch sipping wine and Paul said, "That was wonderful. I haven't had such a good fuck for a long, long time. It's not the same with Kay (his wife) any more. I don't seem to be able to excite her." 

"It was good for me as well," Marie whispered back. "I wanted your hardness in me tonight, I knew that you had a nice cock, but I had forgotten how big you are. It felt so nice inside me." 

With that statement she got up and dropped her dress to the floor. 

"I want to be naked as well," she said sitting down again, but this time straddling his hips, placing his cock along her wet slit, her hands idly stroking him. "Oh my... you are getting hard again," she whispered, leaning into him offering her breasts to his mouth. 

Sucking one hard nipple, and then the other into his mouth they both moaned hauntingly.

"One more fuck before bed," she panted - raising her hips to catch his hard shaft at the opening of her vagina pressing his shaft slowly inside her wetness. 

"Oh... Marie - it feels sooo good to be inside your cunt, oh yes... squeeze my cock," Paul rasped, trying to keep his voice down.

"Let me get on my knees and you take me doggy style - I'll be able to feel your shaft even deeper inside me," Marie wailed, releasing his cock with a resounding plop as she turned her arse high, with one knee on the sofa and the other on the floor, exposing her beautiful wet cunt in all its glory to Paul's eager, rampant cock. "Now - take me hard and let me have all of your come deep inside me," she shouted, forgetting to keep her voice down.

And come he did - spraying his seed into her depths - each contraction forcing his very potent sperm to wash around her cervix; seeking a fertile egg.

"Now, it really is time for bed," Marie said after a while. "I must try to wake Finn and get him to bed. And in case you are worried about impregnating me - I had my tubes tied after our last child. Get to bed Paul; I'll wake you up in the morning before I leave for work. Perhaps you are up to it in the early hours. Well - I am," she said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. 

She came over to my corner and sat down looking into my open eyes. 

"You haven't slept have you?" she asked with a smile on her face. 

"No - I haven't, but my god... have I enjoyed myself watching the two of you," I replied as I was fumbling with my belt to get my trousers off. 

She helped getting them down and off my legs and as my hard cock was freed, she bent over and kissed me as she stroked my hardness.

"Well, well - two stiff cocks for me in one evening. What a treat. You will spoil me rotten this way," she was back to whispering as we heard Paul going to the bathroom. 

She moved to sit across my pelvis sliding her wet cunt up and down my cock, coating it with their wetness. Moving further forward she cleverly had my stiffness positioned at the opening to her cunt and took me all the way inside her.

"I hadn't expected the evening to go this far," she said pressing her taut breasts into my chest with wet lips on my neck - moving gently on my cock. "But when I sensed the urgency in Paul's desire for me I couldn't help but want him inside me. At one time I hoped you would wake up and put a stop to our groping, but at the same time I wanted him to fuck me. When I heard a faint noise from your corner I realised you were awake and watching us - that made it even more exiting for me. Are you sure you're all right with this?" she asked - and answered her own question. "I think your beautiful hardness gives me all the assurance I need to have on that score! I want you to come inside me now," she said moving with force on my stiff pole as I latched on to her stiff nipples, sucking them into my mouth. 

Soon her heavy breathing announced her oncoming climax and her rippling vagina hastened my own forceful spurts of sperm - pumping into her again and again. Both spent, we clung to each other in the lovely aftermath of the perfect fuck.

The next morning Marie had already left for work when Paul and I had breakfast. Both of us had to be at work at nine. 

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night - I should have left that last drink standing," I told him as we walked out the door laughing. I met Paul one month later for lunch and the talk turned to his previous visit and I again offered my apologies for falling asleep on them, and how Marie had enjoyed the evening dancing and showing off her new sexy dress for us.

"She was hotter than 'burning coal' when she got me to bed that night," I said, adding, "and wetter than she's been for a long time. I vaguely remember hearing some very wet noises from the two of you before drifting off - did anything exciting happen?"

"Did Marie say anything?" he replied hesitantly.

"No, only that she had a lovely time. What made me wonder was the aroused state she was in when she got me to bed," I told him.

"Well, there was quite a bit of hot fondling going on - you know..." he hesitated... "she touched my cock. And yes... I did touch her crotch - and I enjoyed feeling her wet cunt. She is a hell of a sexy woman!"

"This is not the Spanish inquisition," I smiled at him, "but did you fuck her?"

He told me he hadn't because he was afraid of ruining a long lasting friendship. I thought I knew him pretty well knowing he had a stricter upbringing than I, and definitely a heavy dose of what was morally acceptable instilled in him from his parents, but I was surprised that he wouldn't admit to fucking her. I thought he knew my attitude!

"Well, I must say I'm surprised - had it been me having my cock played with by your wife and touching her - I would have fucked her! No way would I have been able to hold back!"

"You are welcome to try, if you can pry her pants off!" he laughed returning to his meal.

Marie and I were doing some last minute packing when the doorbell rang.

"Here is Paul now," Marie said, opening the door giving him a big hug and a kiss. "How nice to see you again. I'm very glad Finn has a competent sailor as his crew. I have decided to get all the sun I can soak up and leave all the hard work for the two of you," she laughed. 

"You are very much on time," I told him. "Shall we get our holiday on the move? The boat is all packed and ready to go."

We had spent the previous evening getting everything on board, the only things missing were our bags of personal items. It's only a five minutes walk from our house to the harbour and the bags where light. Rather than having to drive the car back afterwards, we decided to walk.

The yacht looked - and was, in pristine order and I soon had the engine ticking over whilst Paul and Marie unpacked the last bags. Paul let the lines go and we were on our way. Motoring out of the harbour we could soon set sail in a warm and gentle westerly breeze, ideal for us pointing due south. In other word a broad reach down the fjord. Making 6 knots the engine was killed and that special feeling of silently moving with only wind in the sails took over.

"This is nice," exclaimed Paul in his boyish manner. "I know it's not 12 o'clock yet, but I want to celebrate the start of our holiday together. Let's have a tot!" "Ay, ay Paul - you know were the bottle is."

"And a Campari tonic for me," Marie chimed. 

Having served the drinks Paul raised his glass, "A toast to the two of you - I'm very happy to be on board again, and I tell you - this holiday I really need - and another thing, any probing questions you might have won't be answered today because I shall enjoy my time with you to the hilt!"

As we passed the mouth of the fjord after two hours sailing the sun was at it's highest and the wind died to just about nothing. The big ships going north created an uncomfortable swell and had the sails flapping; the only thing to do was to fire up the engine. Paul rolled in the Genoa and dropped the main into the lazy-jacks.

The heat was such that diving into the water was a very tempting idea.

"Those islands to the west of us look just right if we decide to wait for the wind," Marie suggested. "We holed up there last year, you remember?" she added. "Hopefully the marine destroyers from the Horten Naval Base are having a day off, and it is nice and sheltered from west winds. Besides I must dive in to cool off pretty soon." Altering course from due south to due west it was only a matter of minutes before we could drop the anchor in a quiet sheltered bay.

Marie climbed down to the cabin. 

"I'll get into my swimsuit," she said. 

While I lowered the swimming ladder, Paul had already stripped down to nothing and dove off the boat. I followed his example. The water was perfect, warm and clean and refreshing. As Marie appeared, she wore a bikini that almost revealed more than it covered. Stunning woman came to my mind. She must have bought in on the sly without showing it off before. She looked so damn dishy.

"Heaven," she exclaimed surfacing after her dive. 

After a few laps, I climbed on board not bothering with a towel, but letting the sun dry my skin. Paul came on board as Marie hung onto the bottom rung of the ladder, ready to get out of the water after him.

On deck, she peeled off her top and covered her midriff with a towel before taking her bikini bottom off. Not bothering to cover her top had me remembering her comment this morning about dress code. I certainly wasn't complaining and I could see Paul stealing glances at her. 

"Shall we have a drink before lunch?" I suggested. 

"I thought you would never ask," Paul replied, "G&T as usual, I presume."

"I'll have a sherry this time," Marie said.

As I went below to the cabin for drinks, I noticed Paul's growing erection and he grabbed a nearby towel and put it across his lap. Serving the drinks, I noticed that Marie's towel had inched up considerably, giving Paul more than a hint of her dark triangle as they were sitting directly opposite each other. I grabbed a free towel to cower my developing hard-on as I sat down.

Having downed his drink Paul decided it was time for another dip and throwing away his wrap he dove in with a prominent erection in front of him. Willy-shrinking water it wasn't! 

"Oh... to hell with this prude business," Marie exclaimed. "I'm swimming nude as well - I can't be expected to behave when I have two randy sods like you around me."

With that she dove naked overboard, following Paul and I was hitting the water just behind her. As she was getting near him she started treading the water, and he went under. In the crystal clearness of the sea, I could see him swimming between her legs, at the same time turning onto his back and fondling her arse while his still semi-erect cock was brushing against her crotch. 

Surfacing with a big grin, he shook his head violently, getting the water out of his hair.

"You are not the only swimmer here," she shouted at Paul as she slipped into the water and swam towards him with powerful strokes. As she came between his legs, having approached from his rear, she threaded herself right into his crotch, grabbed a hold of his half-erection and sucked it into her mouth. Spluttering and laughing she surfaced and kissed him. "Sorry Paul - it was too tempting - was it silly?" 

I swam towards Marie and grabbed her with one arm around her midriff fondling her breasts, nipples hard as pebbles. With her left arm around my neck she stroked my rod with her free hand. Moving my hand to her cunt I found it swelled and extremely wet - and not only salt-water wet - it was slippery from her own juices. 

"I have to get on board again," she said kissing me before swimming towards the ladder. 

Paul was right behind her - hanging onto the bottom step as she got out of the water. 


The Love of Sailing Ch. 01



Shaking her bottom as she moved up Paul had an unobstructed view to her wide-open crotch as water cascaded over his head. 

Well onto the aft deck she turns around, look down at him, and asks with a smile, "You should have brought your camera for that shot! Hasn't anyone ever told you 'never walk behind a lady going up a ladder'?"

"I stand corrected, but it was too tempting and that beautiful shot will forever be imprinted on my retina!" Paul replied laughing.

As I got onboard, again Marie was flat out on the cockpit bench soaking up the sun. Paul hogged the bridge deck face down on a towel. I settled on the free cockpit bench to enjoy the warmth of the sun. 

"Should I think about feeding the two of you?" Marie asked.

"Well, in this heat I for one can do without anything substantial," I answered her, "but what about you Paul?" 

"I agree - it's to hot to eat, but I noticed some pate in the fridge, perhaps a piece of bread and pate and some red wine would go down nicely?" he suggested. 

"Well, Paul - it's your idea, and it sounds good, you know were you find it and you can serve us," Marie said.

She obviously was on to the idea that she had a crew to serve her! Paul quickly got the tasty titbits together on a tray with glasses and a bottle of wine. Coming out of the cabin he had a wrap-on for modesty, but it did nothing to hide his excitement. Marie looked at his tenting cloth with a smile. 

She then suggested that we should think of staying over. Not a bad idea really, the wind showed no sign of picking up and it was already past two in the afternoon. We decided that if we didn't have a good sailing wind within the next two hours we would stay the night at our anchorage.

After the scant meal, all three of us lazed around in the sun. Marie had turned to get sun on her back and Paul had resumed his former position. For a reason I thought!

After a while, she told me that I needed some protection and started smearing sun cream on my front. From my legs, she moved gently north and was soon covering my balls and my cock. 

Being at half-mast for a long time it took very little to have me stone hard! "Whoa - steady girl," I told her and she left my erection to fend for itself and creamed my belly and my chest. 

"You are getting dangerously pink Paul," was her next comment as she sat herself down next to him on the bridge deck. 

Starting with his shoulders, she massaged the oil into his skin in fluid movements. She soon had the cheeks of his bottom covered and worked vigorously in circles over his butt and moved down to cover his legs. 

Giving him a resounding slap on his arse she said, "Time to turn over I don't want a half invalid on the boat due to sun blisters." 

Taking his towel with him, he turned over and used it to cover his midriff. There was no way he could hide his bulging erection. 

"Do my back darling while I look after Paul," Marie said, handing me the bottle of sun block. 

As she reached down to work on his feet, I squeezed a large dollop of cream into my hands and started on her back. Moving further and further down, her bottom was soon shiny with oil. It was too tempting not to put my fingers down her crack and further to lightly touch the wetness of her cunt. She was very, very wet and shuddered at my touch. 

Finished with Paul's legs she removed his cover and said "We have to do this job properly you know. You don't want your jewels ruined on the first day of your holiday - do you?"

Pressing his hard cock against his belly, she gently massaged his heavy sperm-filled balls with her slippery left hand. At the same time she moved her equally slippery right hand up and down his solid shaft, peeling back the foreskin baring his flaring glands. Ropes of pre-come oozed from his pee-hole onto his stomach.

"You must stop that or I shall be coming all over you - I have only been friendly with my right hand for the last few months!" Paul panted. 

"My poor chap how can anyone be so cruel to this exciting beauty, perhaps I should put it out of its misery," she said and settled herself astride his hips, lowering her pussy down towards his cock. 

She slowly moved her wet slit along his hardness in languid movements coating his shaft with her pussy juice. Handing him the sun oil she asked him to protect her breasts from the sun. Her areolas soon puckered up and the nipples grew into hard points causing her to move a little more vigorously along his cock. He was leaking pre-come in buckets making both of them wetter and even more slippery. 

"Oh... my heaven, this is so good," Marie groaned. "I have been fantasising about your nice cock ever since you fucked me that time a year ago while Finn slept, I want you to fill me up again." 

With that she slid along his shaft until the flaring head was at the opening of her wet swollen sex and sitting down she took him right inside her. Oblivious to their surroundings they were panting and groaning in unison, working towards their climax, both of them selfishly chasing their ultimate pleasure. His cock was furiously pumping into her and she accepted his urgency and delighted in being taken hard. 

"Come in me now - I'm ready for you - I want you to empty yourself into my cunt," Marie wailed as her orgasm shook her body, and with obscene grunts Paul started spurting deep inside her. 

His cock went on pulsing for a long time until their bodies started to relax. Pulling Marie down to his chest, they kissed hard.

"Oh... Marie I never thought it could be this good. I don't think I have ever come so hard and so much - you are so good and you do things with your cunt that are out of this world," Paul uttered between kisses.

"Thank you," she said simply. "It was heaven for me as well... Just let me relax like this a little with your hardness still inside me. I shall have to dive in and wash out all of this precious come," she smiled after a while and gave Paul a peck on the nose. 

Slowly releasing his now slightly deflated cock from the tight embrace of her vagina, flooding his crotch with their combined juices, she walked to the foredeck and dove into the sea, making several powerful laps around the boat. 

Back on board she came to me for a wet embrace, pressing the whole length of her body into mine.

"I should be sorry... but I'm not... It was fantastic and he needed a woman to release his pent up frustrations. We shall have plenty of time for making sweet music later," she said kissing me hotly.

The next day was as sunny and warm as ever and the wind in the same quarter, ideal again for a reasonable sail at hull speed. 

Marie tucked a couple of cushions in her arms and settled down on the front deck to get some more sun. Paul and I sat in the cockpit chatting. 

"I feel like a fool after Marie's comment yesterday," he started.

"And why is that?"

"When we had that talk over lunch last year - I denied having fucked her that evening... remember? Now it's in the open that I wasn't exactly honest with you!" 

I smiled at him "You should know that I don't mind and it's better in the open anyway - I'll tell you I found it exiting as hell!" I assured him. "If Marie and I can live with it - and I know you need it... being on a starvation sex-diet at home, we should be open for the fun of looking after her - as long as it's on a 'fun' level and doesn't turn emotional," I stated.

I needed to make a course adjustment and to reset the autopilot on the new heading. Marie gave us a shout from the front deck requesting a soft drink.

Paul went down and got a bottle of lemonade from the fridge, got a glass and joined her up front. 

"I'm going down for a beer, would you like one?" I shouted up to Paul and he nodded a 'yes.' 

We were lucky that the string of low islands to the east separated us from the heavy ship traffic moving in and out of the Capital, saving us the constant bashing into their wash. Well, it wasn't exactly like a millpond, but very smooth, pleasant sailing with only the gentle swish of water against the hull, the power of the sails on a broad reach driving us forward - just perfect.

Handing him the beer I sat down with them.

Marie was back in prude-mode with her bikini in place. Not that it was big enough to hide much, rather the opposite - it displayed her lovely shape beautifully. 

"Any chance of a swim?" she asked. "I'm hot!"

"No, trouble - I'll just roll the Genoa and let the main flap. That should reduce the speed enough," I answered. "And we'll throw a long line aft to hang on to. I shall stay on board just in case." 

All done she dove overboard to cool off and Paul followed her, after having peeled off his trunks. 

Frolicking in the sea for a while, they climbed onboard again - this time with Paul entering the ladder first. Obviously he had taken notice of Marie's "scolding" yesterday! This time it was her turn to inspect what was packed in his crotch and the smile on her face showed that she wasn't displeased with the view! Not that there were any hidden surprises to be seen! 

"Finn, be a darling and rig the shower for me?" she asked. 

After having rolled out the foresail again and tightened the main, I rigged the shower. Paul hauled in the aft rope, wouldn't do to get it in the propeller when the engine was started again!

Our fresh water shower is rather primitive with just a solar bag being heated by the sun, but it works just fine. At least it saved having the inside of the boat splashed down with water. And the best thing was that it always gave me a thrill to watch her on the deck, naked washing herself, showing off her perfect butt, long legs and beautiful breasts, not forgetting her exciting black triangle hiding her pleasure spot.

"Come here Paul and I'll rinse the salt off you!" she said.

After spraying some fresh water on him, she started soaping his back and bottom, not omitting the crack of his arse. Turning him around to face her, she sprayed more liquid soap on his chest and moved her hands slowly from his shoulders, teasingly across his nipples. She knew full well what effect this would have - and he certainly didn't disappoint her. 

Looking down at his rigid hardness, she smiled and said, "You are not going to misbehave... are you?" 

"If anyone is misbehaving here... it must be you! Damn it Marie - I'm not used to this!" Paul panted at full staff.

"Well... since there is not a wrinkle to be seen I might as well wash it for you!" she teased.

Spraying some more soap into her hand, she got a good grip on his cock as her free hand went between his legs lathering his heavy balls. Uncovering the flaring head, she very carefully washed around the rim. Moving her hand up and down his shaft as if she was masturbating him she told Paul how much she liked his big, thick quivering cock.

Paul, red in the face, uttered. "Stop it now Marie or I shall come all over you!"

"Would you like... to come... all over me?" she asked him as she started to rinse the soap off his body. 

Taking his hand and placing it between her legs, "feel how wet I am!" she said. "You can come on me, or you can come in my mouth - or you can fuck me... if you like..."

Pre-come was oozing out of his cock hanging as a shiny string from his engorged vibrant cock-head. 

"Goood - I want to fuck your cunt!" Paul exclaimed as he turned her around so she could hold onto the boom. 

"Yes... yes take me hard!" she panted as she bent forward opening up her sex to him, spreading her legs at the same time - giving him a clear view of the entrance to her vagina with her swollen inner lips glistening. Wetness from both of them was abundant and he had not the slightest problem of entering her, even with his thickness. 

"I love you... I love your cunt... you are so alive. Oh... yes... yes - squeeze my cock!"

"Paul... stop jabbering!" she commanded. "And fuck me harder... I'm ready for you - let me have your sperm... now!" 

Shaking all over, she climaxed harder than I had ever seen in a very, very long time. 

With a loud grunt, Paul drove his cock forcefully to the bottom of her vagina and exploded inside her, pumping his seed again and again.

"Oh... Paul, that was so good. Hold onto me... my legs won't hold me!" she panted, grabbing the boom for dear life - sweat pouring from her. 

As he pulled his now diminished cock out of her, with a resounding plop, he turned her towards him and hugged her tightly. Their wetness dripped from her vagina, down her inner legs and some onto the teak deck. 

"I can easily get used to having two handsome cocks on-board!" she laughingly said, giving him a kiss. 

Grabbing a towel, holding it between her legs she came back to the cockpit. "I need to lie down in the cabin for a while," she said. "Will you come down with me? Paul will look after the boat," she added.

"She is all yours... I'll be in the cabin with Marie." I told him. "Unless the wind perks up we'll keep this course for at least another hour." I added.

Lying with my arms around her on the bunk feeling her warm body was very exciting. 

"I had decided to be so very proper today." She smiled at me. "To offer him a rinse, shot that idea down in flames when I noticed how big and hard he became. Little old me having such an effect on a male - is a tremendous turn-on." 

Her nipples were hard again and I sucked one and then the other into my mouth. My hand moved over her belly and into her bush. Opening her legs to my hand, I touched her sopping wet slit. Her labia were swollen from her previous exertions and her clitoris was standing proud of its cover. Gently touching it made her jump. Moving a couple of fingers further inside her felt like touching soft, slippery velvet. 

"Oh... sweet. That feels so good - please use your tongue on me down there..." 

"What do you mean - down there..." I teased her.

"OK - moron - if you need it by teaspoons - suck my cunt..." she panted. 

Turning around I dived tongue first into her spread slit. The tangy taste was certainly different to what I was used to, with Paul's sperm added to her juices. As I sucked her clitoris into my mouth I felt a tremor going through her body and her loud moans told me I was on the right track. My rampant hard-on was swallowed deep into her mouth. 

"I need to be fucked again darling," she moaned loudly. "I must have my favourite penis inside me... please, take me - make me come like only you can..."

Clinging to each other in a sweaty embrace we slowly got our breath back.

"What an exciting cocktail this is," she said licking her fingers having scooped up wetness from her crotch, trying to stem the flow from her cunt. "The taste of my own juices, mixed with sperm from you and Paul, is a heady concoction." 

Gathering more wetness she told me to suck her fingers. And I had to agree with her on that - it was strange but damn exciting! 

After a late lunch, it was time to plan for a place to stay the night. Two years ago Marie and I had been in the same area and had found a lovely secluded anchorage in a bay with a very narrow entrance. No chance at all of a sea building there, whatever the direction of the wind. 

Should we need to buy anything, it was a half hour walk to the village on the other side of the island. Best of all, we could tie up alongside the rocks. Last time I was surprised that we had no other boats anchored there, until I found that we had moored in the middle of a bird sanctuary! Checking on the chart, I knew that this time we weren't breaking any rules because the reserved period ran out one week ago. Hopefully others would see only the reserved marking on the chart and not bother to check on dates.

Having moored up safely, and in accordance with the book, even with two springs in place - in case of a wind shift during the night, Paul and I lugged the grill and charcoal onto the rocks. Paul, I knew from experience, was a dab hand with the grill and the obvious choice for OC meal and he soon had it fired up. (Side note: If you ever come to Sweden, don't light a grill, or fire, directly on the rocks! They will crack and make ugly sores.)

After a very satisfying meal of grilled steaks, we were sitting on the rocks next to the boat on a perfectly flat shelf that ran along the shore. The sun was still fairly high and a warm, gentle breeze wafted over us. We were on the second bottle of wine and it had us mellowed-out very comfortably. 

Marie walked over to a small patch of sand between the rocks and paddled in the water. Soon she was hip deep and lowered herself in, swimming lazily around. 

I realized that we could do with a few more cushions and entered the boat by the bow ladder to find some and to bring out some towels as well.

Paul joined Marie in the water, sitting waste deep relaxing while looking at her. 

I decided to take a walk to find some driftwood that would come in handy if we decided to light a bonfire later in the evening and told them so.

The last thing I observed before their little "beach" was hidden by an outcrop of rocks was Marie standing by Paul's side in her now transparent bikini bottom sans top, taking his hand helping him stand up knee deep in the water, his arms holding her for a cuddle.

It was a pleasant walk along the water and a small inlet some distance away looked promising for my wood hunting. It took me the best part of an hour to collect enough to get a bonfire going.

Coming closer I saw them stretched out side by side. My initial thought was to give in to some voyeuristic ideas, but with an armful of wood, I would have a problem not making a noise if I should drop my load. I walked on slowly towards them. 

Paul's hands were on her breast, gently squeezing and caressing her hard nipple whilst his mouth covered and sucked on the other. She had a hand between his legs giving his balls some attention. He was semi hard, but showed promise. 

"Ah - there you are," she said, both of them getting up into a sitting position, Paul with a guilty look on his face. 

"No reason for embarrassment Paul," I assured him. "But if you feel up to it - there is more driftwood just up that creek."

While he was gone, Marie and I arranged for coffee. We also brought out some Brandy and a bottle of Irish Mist for her. Watching her walking around placing cups and drink glasses around was a sight to behold.

"Get naked - I want to see all of you!" I told her.

Bending over she peeled her little piece of cloth down her legs and turned her bottom to towards me, wiggling her hips and spreading herself slightly to my view. 

I thought I could detect quite a bit of moisture on her lips and shiny wetness on the inside of her thighs. Feeling my eyes admiring her body, her nipples grew hard and pointed. Her areolas puckered up beautifully and she unconsciously shot her breast forward for my lusty eyes. Her wonderful hourglass figure was a certainly a sight for sore eyes. Lovely long legs meeting at the junction of her pubis covered in abundant black hair covering her mound.

Perfection in motion! 

I wouldn't like her completely bare, but I must admit that I would like to see her swollen labia and I asked her if I could have the honour of trimming her bush.

"Perhaps," she smiled at me. "It itches like the devil when I shave, but I agree that a grooming would make sense. What if we ask Paul for a second opinion?"

I asked her to lie next to me on the blanket-covered rock. Feeling her taut breasts and I feather touched the side of her bosom close to her armpit (she's so sensitive there) and had her nipples standing at attention again! Sucking and flicking my tongue on one point and then the other had her moaning. My hand inched down her body, past her belly button soon feeling her soft pubic hair. Sliding my fingers further over her mons and delving into her slit had her shivering and she splayed her legs, giving me free reins to seek her wetness. And my oh my, wet she was - fucking wet I would say.




The Love of Sailing Ch. 01



"Paul filled me up while you were wood-hunting," she whispered. "When I felt his big rigid cock at the crack of my arse while we were getting out of the water, I didn't have the power, or the will for that matter, to say no - he just bent me over and shoved his length into me in a flash. He came in a flash as well - a super quick fuck, but how sweet it was, even if I didn't come!" 

This confession had me at the boiling point and I dove, tongue first into her wetness. Using both hands I opened her outer lips. The musky odour of female, mixed with male secretions wafted around me. Is there a stronger aphrodisiac? No - I don't think so. The swell of her inner lips testified to her utter arousal, her little clitoris was poking through the hood. A flick of my tongue on it had her almost jumping. 

"Oh my God - darling. Let me have your cock. Take me please!" she wailed.

Getting between her legs, pressing them towards her chest her flower opened in all its glory, eagerly waiting for the onslaught of my quivering penis. Pre-come was pouring out of it - what a waste! She was wet enough for both -and more.

"Stop teasing me - you brute. I need you so badly. Make me come!" she almost cried. 

Building up a steady rhythm her vagina seemed to be on overload. Ripples inside her cunt milked my cock steadily and she went from one climax straight into another. Her legs grasped my back and her hands on my hips forced us closer together. I felt my own orgasm building in the whole of my body, my balls firmed up in readiness, in spite of asking my brain to think of mundane subjects like - painting the spare room ceiling! There was no way I could hold back. With a roar, I started pumping. Jet after jet of hot fertile seed bathed her inner walls - slopping around her cervix. 

Tears ran down her cheeks and she had me in a bear hug as she wailed through her last climatic shudders.

The look on a woman's face afterwards is so beautiful and serene. Love and tenderness abounds. God - I am proud and almost awed to make her feel and look as she looks just now.

Marie sat between my legs pressing her back into my chest in the wonderful aftermath of our lovemaking.

Leaning back she kissed my neck gently and murmured, "Thank you darling, that was so lovely." My one hand stroked her still pointed nipples while the other gently stroked her puffy and very wet sex. Her knees bent and thighs opened for my touch as Paul came back and dumped an armful of driftwood onto the pile I had collected earlier.

Paul, I'm so comfortable. Before you sit down, would you mind serving coffee for us all? You'll find some small glasses for drinks as well in the hamper. Have what you like - I'll have some Irish Mist, please." 

There was room for Paul near her feet facing her and she tossed a couple of cushions for him to sit on. 

Settling down across from us he had a good view towards Marie's dark patch even though she had put her knees together in 'modesty'! He had a hard time keeping his eyes elsewhere! I still had a hand on her breast and could feel her nipples all hard and proud again. Flaunting her naked body so openly obviously aroused her, in spite of everything we had shared over the last few days.

"Paul, I'm rather locked in here and my glass is empty - and so is yours, should we have a refill?" I asked him. 

Standing up, his shorts were obscenely tented. As he poured the Brandy, Marie reached for his waistband and pulled his clothing down and off his legs. His cock didn't stand at one o'clock, nearer to four, but impressive all the same. "That's much, much better," she said and added, "I like to look at my men naked!"

Opening her legs she put both her hands to her crotch, two fingers swiping some of the abundant wetness onto her fingertips. Taking them to her mouth, she sucked them dry. 

"I need your opinion Paul. Finn thinks I'm too hairy down here and he wants me to shave. Do you think I should?" she asked as her hands spread her pussy showing off her pink inner lips to him.

"Hey... Marie, that's not quite correct..." I interrupted, "I suggested trimming, not shaving!"

"Well anyhow, what do you think I should do Paul? I would like to know what you fancy!" she laughed at him - knowing full well that she was putting him in an awkward, no win situation.

There was no way he could hide his now rampant hard-on. I was struggling with my own hard cock pressed into the crack of her arse, my leaking pre-come making it more and more slippery. Her slight side-to-side movement didn't help either.

"Now, don't be a chicken Paul... what should I do?" she urged.

"Why are you putting me in a difficult situation like this?" Paul almost shouted. "You know damn well that whatever answer I give is going to come out wrong. You are just wonderful as you are, but when you hold yourself open, showing everything - it's even more wonderful. Yes, Marie - trim the top and shave your crotch and leave your lily-look-alike petals on display... I, for one would love it!" 

"Well, well... well. Food for thought, I think you boys might have a job to do on me tomorrow!" she said smilingly, closing her legs - blocking further crotch viewing. 

Leaning back to my neck, giving it a kiss she whispered low enough for both of us to hear. "I shall make up the sofa bed in the main saloon for the night. It's big enough for all of us... Don't you think?

To be continued...

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The Love of Sailing Ch. 02



A note from the Author: Please read "The Love of Sailing Ch. 01" before moving on to chapter 2.

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I was sitting in the cockpit watching the rest of the morning mist disappearing as the sun got higher. This was my favourite time of the day, just staring at nothing and everything enjoying a cup of coffee and a fag. The sea was calm, waiting for a sea breeze to ruffle the surface. There were a flock of cormorants facing the sun with wings spread for drying after their early morning feeding on the small shoals of fish that abound along these shores. A few mackerel terns glided overhead, every now and then making swooping dives, catching their morning feed. 

Life was worth living I thought to myself then shuddered thinking of the alternative, when Marie came up to join me, fresh as a daisy. Considering the workout she had before we all collapsed in a heap last night, she looked amazingly perky. 

"Good morning darling," she smiled at me. "I didn't hear you getting up. Is there some coffee for me as well in that thermos?"

"Sure, get yourself a mug and I'll pour you some." I confirmed, adding "How is Paul doing down there. Any sign of him wanting to greet the day?"

"Yes please, I'm alive and kicking and I'll join you for coffee after a quick dip to clear my head."

Emerging with a towel around his midriff, he walked to the foredeck and dove in sans wrap. Perhaps I'm a bit of a sissy that way, but a morning swim has never been my first priority. I prefer taking things nice and slow in the mornings. 

After a leisurely breakfast of toast, cheese and marmalade we decided to explore our little island and pay a visit to the minute village on the other side. 

Surprisingly they had what looked like a fairly decent restaurant perched on the jetty. It even advertised that a live dance-band would be playing there the next evening. 

"If we are still at our mooring tomorrow, perhaps we should book a table?" Marie suggested. "Don't you boys think that's an idea?" 

"You are a bright girl Marie! You have no complaints from me!" Paul agreed. "In fact clumsy me would love to do a bit of threading on your toes!" he added with a smile. 

With all of us in agreement we booked a table with the understanding that if our plans changed we would call to cancel. After some tea and carrot-cake (delicious) we made our way back to the boat. The sun shone from a clear sky and it was getting very warm and diving into the water without more delay was next on the agenda, not that we have much of an agenda when we are on the boat! After our swim, Marie stretched out on the bridge deck with her head in my lap and her feet on Paul's upper thighs. Feeling my growing tool by her cheek she turned her head to nuzzle my goody bag. The hydraulics worked a treat and in a flash I was up and ready!

"Oh my... that's lovely! After the workout last night I thought you would be out for a while." she laughed at me. "Wonders never end!"

"And you too Paul!" She deftly hooked her toes under his wrap and lifted it off him, baring an equally rampant hard on. "Give me a hand Paul and take my bikini bottom off," she added lifting her hips to make it easier for him to peel the minute piece of cloth away.

"I'm really surprised at you boys! I had expected you to be all ready with foam and oil and scissors and a blade, ready to do this damn crotch job...! 

She was idly curling her toes around Paul's cock giving him a foot massage. Out loud she wondered who had the steadiest hands.

"I'm not so sure that I'll take a chance on Finn again... Last time he was shaking so much he managed to cut me... Well Ok, not a lot but it makes me wonder if I can trust my tender parts to him."

She was enjoying this teasing as her hardening nipples confirmed.

"You wouldn't mind spending some time between my legs would you Paul?" 

She went on teasing, opening her legs for him a little and at the same time intensifying her toe grip on his well-developing mast. 

"God... you really are the one Marie. It just tickles you pink to embarrass me, but truth be told you know that I love spending time between you legs!" 

"Fine, get your tools together Paul and I shall get some towels for the bunk. And Finn I don't need an audience for this! Take a walk. I'll look after this later!" She cuddled into me and squeezed my painfully hard erection swiping her tongue across the head to collect the drops of salty, shiny, slippery fluid that was there. 

I didn't really wish to se Paul's nose in her groin shaving her. Watching them hard at it fucking would be a different scene all together. As it was I thought that taking a walk was a damn good idea and a bit of exercise wouldn't hurt. 

Back on the boat my mobile buzzed and Kay, Paul's wife was on the other end. 

"How are you all down there?" she asked. "Having a good time - I bet. It's dull and overcast up here, how's the weather with you?" she went on as I moved to the foredeck to keep the conversation "private."

Funny, how we always start a conversation with "How's the weather." Perhaps it's because we have so much of it, with the North Atlantic crashing onto our shores.

"Could I have a word with Paul?"

He's busy shaving at the moment! Give him five minutes; shall I ask him to call you back - or do you want to chat with me?" I queried her. 

"I feel such a fool sitting here on my own and I regret saying no to the invitation to come sailing with you, but things have been a bit difficult lately. Is Paul up to his normal nude bathing show off?" she asked.

"Well, we all are actually!" I quipped.

"And how does a sexually starved person like my husband react to Marie's nudity ... is he very frustrated? I expect he's walking around with a permanent hard." 

I thought it a strange question that she aught to direct to Paul.

"Let me answer you like this... both of us are swimming a lot to get it down!" 

"Finn, give me a straight answer - is he fucking Marie?" 

"Sorry, Kay - I can't answer that one, but if you want to know you have to join us to find out - and I would suggest that it's not a question you should put to Paul either... But I can assure you Kay that we are having a hell of a good time down here!"

"Oh... I'm sorry Finn, but I must admit that I'm a tad envious, perhaps even jealous! I just wish I were as comfortable with nudity as the three of you are. I have tried to shake off my hang-ups, but it's so deep rooted from my upbringing..." her voice trailed off into a sigh at that point, but added, "Perhaps a few days in the company of the three of you would open me up a bit! Ops ... sorry, that didn't come out quite right ... did it?" laughing down the line. "But you know what I mean don't you?"

"I know I speak for all of us when I say - Come - jump on a train and we will pick you up somewhere convenient. I know your buddy would like to open you up... and frankly I wouldn't mind either...!" "Tempting... all sorts of scenarios are dancing inside my head just now!" Her voice turned husky.

"Kay, let me discuss this with Paul and he'll call you back. In the meantime check up the connection from your end and we can make arrangements. And, you know it would be lovely if you decide to come." I assured her.

"OK... ask Paul to call in an hour. I should be able to find out about connections in that time. And... Finn I feel ever so much better after our chat. I think I'm ready to be opened up...!" her voice turned husky again and the line went dead.

After my hour walk, I came back onboard and headed back to the cockpit just as Paul came onto deck. 

"Finished hair dressing, or should I say, hair undressing? Look all right?" I smiled at him. 

"Come down and look for yourself," Marie shouted from the bunk. "And bring me a mirror. I want to have a look to see what the fuss you are making over my pubic hair is all about..." 

"That was Kay calling. She wants to come, but let me first inspect your work of art!"

I got a mirror for Marie and sat beside her on the bunk where she stretched out in all her glory. A very neat triangle pointing into her vulva, the labia major swollen with a hint of her aroused clitoris peeping through. Sitting further back I spread her knees and the labia minor opened for my eyes. Not a single strand of hair anywhere and wetness was making her whole sex shiny and very inviting. Bending her knees closer to her chest I saw that Paul had even shaved all the hair around her puckered hole. I read somewhere that a vagina sometimes could resemble a rose and sometimes a lily. Marie's was definitely a lily... and a beautiful lily at that. 

"Let me look... place the mirror so I can inspect myself!" 

Placing it between her legs she looked and smiled. 

"I think Paul did a good job there. And you know, I like it... very neat. Bit unfair really - it's only you men that knows what a cunt looks like! I had hoped that the barber would have finished me off - God knows it's been arousing enough to have him shaving me, and he's been sporting a full-blown erection for me to fondle. He got distracted when Kay called - can you believe what a rotten barber he is!" 

Lowering my head to her lily, tongue first I scooped up her nectar, avoiding her clitoris that was breaking free of its hood like a small exquisite pearl. Stiffening my tongue penetrating her hole had her moaning. I sneaked my thumb into her starry puckered opening that was wet from her juices and she jumped in excitement.

"Oh... darling. Finish me off... let me come on your tongue," she wailed as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and applied the flat of my tongue directly on her pearl.

Her whole body was shaking as her climax hit. Her hands pressing my head hard into her mound and her thighs held my head like a soft vice.

"Lovely darling - I needed that!" She panted when she managed to breath normally again. 

"Now let's give Paul and Kay some attention." She got out of the bunk and reached for her bikini bottom.

Handing three beers up I gave Paul the short version of my conversation with his wife. 

"She's regretting her decision not to come and I believe she is fairly set to join us somewhere along the coast here." I told him.

"I think that's a good idea Paul, but I must tell you that I do enjoy being free and easy with the two of you. If she objects to our dress code, or non-dress, then I'm against it! I know that sounds a bit greedy, but I like having the two of you lusting for me! Tell us what you think?" Marie asked with a grin.

I told them Kay had already been informed of our non-clothing style.

"I'm sure it will be all right. I believe she has a suspicion that you are getting your rocks off, but I declined to give her an answer. I also told her it was not an issue to be discussed when you call. Your decision Paul, I vote for asking her to come and we'll pick her up at Uddevalla. It's your call."

"Oh, I really don't know. I'll look a proper twit if I say no to my wife, but the contrast of your style and ours could easily be a problem. Tell you what... if it doesn't work out, Kay and I will cut the holiday short and catch a train back!" adding, "Damn that woman... I'm enjoying this, but I wouldn't like to ruin the rest of your holiday as well if it should turn sour with her presence!"

Paul made the call and arranged to meet her at the train late afternoon the next day. It was a two-hour trip from our anchorage to Uddevalla and I thought it best to take the boat there during the afternoon, just to make sure we had a place in the guest harbour while waiting for Kay's arrival the next day. The sail over was uneventful. After tying up it was early evening and we went out for a meal, then early to bed.

Kay was in fine form when we met her of the train. After exchanging the usual airy welcoming kisses she snuggled into Paul. "I'm sorry that I didn't come down with you, but I'm here now; let's have a good time together?" Then adding, "Let us all have a good time together." 

Motoring out of the guest-harbour Paul reminded me that we had a dinner dance booking for the evening.

"Great, let us get back to 'our' mooring as soon as we can. Hopefully it's still free for us; roll out the genny Paul, even with this slight wind we'll get another knot out of her!" I told him. 

Going to a dinner with the chance of a dance or three seemed to be a good way of breaking Kay into our holiday mood. She is a terrific dancer and I for one have always enjoyed taking her to the floor for a fast swing number. Not that I minded slow smooch sessions but I favoured those more with my hands all over Marie. Paul unfortunately was equipped with two left feet as far as dancing was concerned, but he had no problem with slow "dirty" dancing! In fact, he thrived on that!

Marie helped Kay unpack her things and showed her the workings of the boat as we moved over a dead calm sea.

"Wouldn't it be a good idea to open a bottle of Champagne as a welcoming drink for Kay?" I suggested to Paul. "Sorry we don't have the proper flutes, but get the best wine glasses from the pantry."

We were soon at 'our' mooring and lo and behold, it was free for us and by the time we got the boat securely moored it was getting on for dinnertime. 

The girls of course got into the "normal" I don't have anything to wear talk, but luckily Marie managed to cut through the crap telling Kay that casual was in for the evening. 

I was glad that Paul and I didn't have the same problem. As long as we had our credit cards we were dressed! Well, more or less. We just needed some place to put the cards. 

Actually our girls looked quite dashing in their attire. They both had Bermuda type shorts on and loose tops. Marie decided to leave her bra off, but Kay had hers in place and she showed a healthy and very nice cleavage.

"I really don't know if this is going to work out." Paul mentioned as we were trailing a little distance behind the girls on the narrow track to the village. "I think she's happy about coming..." leaving the rest of the statement hanging.

"Come on Paul, give her a chance! After all, she's only been around for a few hours and to me she looks happy enough! We'll all have a nice dinner, some drinks and perhaps some dancing. If we decide the place is not for us we can have an early night and see what tomorrow brings." Adding "Perhaps it would be a good idea not get into heavy discussions this evening!"

As it worked out we all had a super evening. Good seafood with the wine being topped up by a very charming young waitress soon had mellowed us out. The music wasn't bad either and I enjoyed dancing with both of them. It was lovely taking Kay out for the fast numbers. I had almost forgotten how nimble she was on her feet. 

Towards the end of the evening Marie was in a tight embrace with Paul to a slow tune when Kay asked. "Will you come for a walk with me tomorrow?"

"You mean... just the two of us?" I looked at her.

"Yes."

"And you are not going to tell me what this all about?" I looked at her again.

"No! Not until tomorrow," getting up she took my hand saying, "Let's join the smoochers for a last dance."

Well, the last dance turned out to be several slow hip-bumping, dirty dances and feeling her so close there was no way I could avoid having a full-blown erection. 

"Sorry about that!" I whispered in her ear.

"Don't be... does it mean you find me a little bit attractive?" she whispered back.

"You are a minx aren't you? You are attractive and you damn well know it!" I almost panted.

"Looking at Paul and Marie I think he is in the same state as you are!" with her pearly laugh. 

"Now, that would not surprise me one little bit. So... you cuddling into me is to get back at him... is it?"

"No, no... it's not! I like it a lot!"

"Until tomorrow then!" I told her pressing my hard-on into her groin.

We joined Paul and Marie as they moved off the floor, both of us having a bit of a problem hiding tenting trousers. After settling the bill we decided it was time for the walk back to the boat and then bed.

All of us had a good night sleep with somewhat changed sleeping arrangements, and it was nearly noon before we finished our breakfast. The sun was still shining from a clear sky as it had been from the start of our holiday.

"Marie, is it all right with you if I take Finn for a walk? There is something I need to talk about!" Kay asked her.

"Fine with me ... but don't drop into any holes on the way!" she responded with her friendly smile.

Walking in front of me in her one-piece bathing suit confirmed what I had known for years. Her petite and beautiful hourglass figure wiggled as she balanced on the rocks. Bloody shame she's so mixed up. I had met the dragon of her mother a few times over the years and the blame most likely lay in her hands. Her father, though a reasonably wealthy shop-owner, was the kindest and gentlest of men. The fact that she was their only child didn't help either. In many ways she was Paul's trophy wife. She was a very popular girl in a circle of boys belonging to the better-heeled class in our community. Do doubt due to her exceptionally good looks. And she always had been a good-looking girl. I remember Paul pointing her out to me one evening when we were chasing girls at the town's favourite dancehall. 

"I'm going to marry that girl!" he cockily stated... and lo and behold, he did!

When we were out of sight from the boat she took my hand, ostensibly to steady her.

"Now, tell me Kay ... what is this walk all about?" I smiled squeezing her hand.

"Promise not to laugh at me, but as I told on the 'phone the other day, I'm uncomfortable with nudity and I thought it easier to undress with just you rather than the four of us!"

"And you really think being naked with me is safer than in company? My, my - what if seeing you nude gives me an erection... will you then run back to the boat crying help?" I laughed at her and added, "It's about time you realise what a good looking woman you are ... and to test the water, why don't you slide the top of your costume down to your hips? I would love to look at your naked breasts!"

"I'll like to wait until we find a place to swim. It would be more natural for me not to get dressed again after a skinny dip!"

"You'll get no argument from me on that!" I told her feeling the all too familiar twitching and filling in my crotch. 

"Are both of you fucking Marie these days?" she asked, looking into my eyes.

"I told you on the 'phone that you have to ask someone else that question! But what do you think ... are we?"

"My imagination is running riot... and I have this picture in my head that Paul's doing just that! And you know Finn; the strangest thing is that it makes me horny. I just don't know any longer, never in a million years would I have thought that my husband poking another woman would excite me! And make me wet! And make me wish for a cock inside me! Are you able to shed some light on my crazy thoughts?" she smiled at me again. 

"I have some theories, but I'm no shrink! Therefore my views are only for home consumption, but before we get to heavy on that subject, let's find a place to swim... I'm starting to sweat; besides I need some cold water to shrink my Willy before you run off howling!"

About hundred meters further on I spotted a likely place for a swim. This little island had a lot of tiny sandy beaches. I pointed to the little cove and steered her towards it.

"I'll go first, if you are still set on skinny dipping." I looked at her for an OK. 

"Do that," she assented shaking out the towel on a small patch of grass near the sand.

Not to flaunt my developing hard-on I peeled my trunks off with my back towards her and chucked them on the grass. The water was nice and refreshing. It really was lovely to cool off and I did some laps to get into deeper water, thinking also it would be easier for her to get out of her costume without me ogling her. 




The Love of Sailing Ch. 02



Quick as a flash she was neck deep in the water. 

"This is heaven ... can you see that I'm naked?" she winked at me.

"This clear water hides nothing, you look just lovely...I said in it before, you are a good looking woman!"

"I'm glad you think so ... I need all the bolstering that you can throw my way. I adore you for that!"

"I shall get out of the water now but I want you wait until I'm settled on the blanket... then I shall take delight in watching you rise out of the sea like some Queen of the Oceans ... and you will come to me uncovered with your head high and proud...!"

"I will," she whispered.

I moved the blanket to a smooth round boulder and sat down resting my back against it as she rose. Only the top of her breasts was in view as she started wading towards me. I was glad the seabed was covered in smooth sand, enabling her to walk gracefully. 

I could admire her breasts as they appeared. I could admire her stomach as it appeared. I could admire her triangle as it appeared, and I could admire her lovely hips, thighs and finally her well-shaped calves.

"You are a beautiful woman Kay," I told her. Come and sit between my legs. 

"I need a towel," she looked around, but we only had the one I was sitting on.

"No, you don't need a towel." I told her, "My hands and the sun will dry your body."

There was no way I could undo my erection at that time and her sitting down with her perfectly shaped ovals pressing against it was no help either. 

Leaning back into my chest she brought her lips to my neck and planted a warm and wet kiss on me.

"I feel so comfortable sitting naked here with you. You being hard against the cleft of my rear is even more exciting!"

Leaning forward I brushed her wet hair away from her neck and left ear and nuzzled her. 

My arms were under hers, feather touching the softness underneath her breasts. She moaned as my hand moved carefully onto her nipples. They were hard as pebbles and jutted out when provoked by my touch. Her areolas puckered and I could feel the small bumps on my fingertips. 

Her skin glowed in excitement and her breathing became more and more troubled as I touched her. 

"My God... what's happening with me...?" Moving her right hand over my right hand she guided me towards her pubis. "Touch me there..." she whimpered. "Touch my wetness... I need to come sooo badly ... please!" 

She was now shouting, worming against me as shudders wracked her body. Then she went limp as a rag against my chest.

When her breathing became more even she turned around and placed a wet kiss on my mouth. 

"That was incredible - I haven't had an orgasm like it for such a long time. Thank you for giving me that. But... why am I as putty in your arms? Paul and I fight more... much more, than we please each other. I just don't get it! There must be some serious flaw with the two of us!" 

"OK, let's lay down and we shall do some amateur analysing. Only yes or no answers permitted, right?"

We both stretched out facing each other, my head resting on my left arm. My hard cock still very much evident.

"I'll lay on my stomach if my hard-on disturbs you." I volunteered.

"Please stay like that ... I like looking at you."

"Did you decide to join us because you were nervous about Paul and Marie together?"

"Yes."

"Did you and Paul have sex just before he came on holiday with us?"

"No."

"Did you want to have sex with Paul before he joined us?"

"No."

"Have you had sex with him during the last month?"

"No."

"Did you want to?"

"No."

"With your previous No answers would it surprise you if Paul fucked Marie?"

"No." 

"If Paul should plan for a romantic/sexy evening for just the two of you, would you go along with his wish?" 

"Probably not."

"Paul told me years ago that you preferred impulsive sex. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to touch my cock now?"

"Yes... may I?"

Her hand went to my left inner thigh and then inched up until she was cupping my sack and my penis flared at her touch.

"Has Paul ever sucked your cunt? And if so, have you come?"

"Yes to both"

"Have you sucked his cock?" 

"No."

"Would you like to suck my cock?"

"Hmm... very tempting!"

"If I asked you to spread your legs and let me look at you, would you do it?"

"Shamefully ... Yes" 

"Well, enough of that Kay. I'll need another swim. Your fondling my cock doesn't exactly relax me! I wouldn't be surprised if your fanny is overheating as well...! Shall we go for a dip?"

With hands around each other we went in for a very necessary cooling down. My cock had been painfully hard with Kay's subtle ministrations and I was in danger of contracting, what's rudely called, "blue balls." I wanted to fuck her in the worst possible way, but should I?

Getting on land again she had an arm around my back, her hand resting on my hipbone. Her right hand again sneaked down to my groin, stroking my penis. 

"Whoa... girl, take it easy...!" I panted.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you haven't asked to fuck me... I'm just keeping you on the boil!" she smiled as her lips closed on mine. "I'm ready for you! Just feel how wet I am for you...!" 

Lying down on the towel she planted her feet squarely and separated her legs showing me her glistening sex. Her elbows supported her upper body enabling her to look at herself.

Bending down to her I sucked one hard nipple and then the next. She moaned as both nipples became even harder, even more protruding. Moving down I teased her belly button with my tongue and then further until my lips brushed over her hair-covered mons. Then I reached her petals. With my hands I opened her up even further. Seeing her like this for the first time was a heady experience for me. Licking the entrance to her vagina, her fluids coated my tongue and the tangy odour of her sex was exciting beyond belief. Her puckered hole was wet with the constant stream of her slippery juices and wanting to test her reaction to that "forbidden" area I plunged two fingers knuckle deep into her anus. 

"Oh yeees...Dear God ... I want you... please fuck me...!" she wailed. 

"I want you to watch my cock as I take you! Place my rod at your opening; use your hand to guide me into you..." I urged her and she did. 

Slipping the flaring head just inside her I paused, held still and then pulled back until the head was uncovered again. Her hips moved trying to swallow me back into her overcharged vagina. Pressing again, a couple more inches were inside her clutching heat. Her head went back, lustfully staring at the blue sky above. 

"Look at us... I want you to look at my cock as I fuck you!" 

Fixing her sight on our joined sex she shuddered as I forcefully plunged my rod to the bottom of her. Pulling back again my cock was hard as steel and shone with her juices. A haunting cry came from her.

"God... it's so exciting seeing you so hard and shiny with my juices. Please take me now... let me have all of your sperm inside me... please!"

Her contractions started milking my cock harder and harder as I plunged in and out of her wetness. I was coming hard, intensely exploding again and again against her cervix as Kay cried out her own explosive climax trembling, squealing and gasping as waves of pleasure wracked her body. Feeling her continual contractions on my still hard cock was beyond description.

"Oh... that was so wonderful! I just love your style. Forcing me to watching you taking me was more erotic than I thought possible! Can we stay here for a little? I just need to be close and feel your body near. I'm not quite ready to face the music!"

I must have dozed off for a little when I felt Kay's mouth on my half-deflated penis, but regaining stature quickly.

"How do you like tasting your own juices on that; I hope you enjoy the taste as much as I do." I said, ruffling her hair. 

"Uhm exciting... I like it, why haven't I done this to Paul?" She wondered out loud. "I just don't understand myself, perhaps I'm not used to being handled the way you do me. I mean, had Paul tried to finger... not only finger, but deep fingering my arse I would probably have kicked him out of bed!" 

"I have my theories if you like to hear them." I answered and she confirmed that she wanted me to theorize.

"Well, first off all, in spite of your lack of sex at home you crave it, but lack the initiative to ask for it or setting it up. Your idea of impulsive sex is a no winner. Don't get me wrong, impulsive sex can be just super, but waiting for the moments to come along takes to much time. The longer you stay without, the less you crave it. Love and affection is nurtured by closeness and the ultimate closeness is having sex, or fucking, to use a raunchier expression. You can have sex without loving the person, like we have just had, but love has to be feed constantly by togetherness. And don't you forget it." I paused to allow that to sink in before continuing. "You admitted earlier that the thought of Paul screwing Marie excited you and I'm sure a bit of jealousy could be thrown into the equation as well. But it got your juices running. Your mistake in choice of the words "opening up" also lodged in your brain and fuelled your erotic side. You fucking me, or me fucking you are part and parcel of "the forbidden" which is a powerful aphrodisiac. Perhaps you should act more on your sluttish side. The fact that you didn't object to having my fingers deep in your arse I'm sure, in your eyes, can be termed as dirty, forbidden, filthy and sluttish. Had you not liked it you would have reacted differently, but the fact is that you came even harder because of the debasing."

"I don't think you are far of the mark here." she muttered, getting more and more agitated fisting and sucking on my sturdy soldier as I was fast getting to the point of no return.

"You might not like to have your mouth filled with come," I panted, as I was even closer to erupting.

"Gosh... I feel so sluttish, come in my mouth, and let me taste your sperm!" 

"If you do, you have to swallow!" I commanded as my balls contracted and I started shooting loads deep into her mouth without waiting for her decision.

Kay hadn't expected quite the amount of sperm that I fired into her and the look on her face was one of the utmost disbelief but she came up trumps and gulped it down then using her tongue licking off some globs at the corner of her mouth. 

I wasn't quite sure how to interpret the half smile she gave as she exclaimed, "A day of firsts for me this is; nude, with your lovely hard cock in me, your fingers deep in my arse, drinking your sperm... wow... do you have any more firsts to throw my way?" she laughed as I held her head in my hands and kissed her open lips, duelling with her tongue, tasting my come. 

"Kay, you told me of your suspicion of Paul and Marie together and I haven't given you an answer either way. Now, wouldn't it be a hoot if they aren't, but you and I have fucked like rabbits?"

Her pearly laughter echoed amongst the rocks. "If he hasn't already I shall tell him to do her... that will give me an excuse to have you again!"

"I would love that... you are a lovely, lovely woman. Why don't we all have each other?" 

Thinking about everything Paul had told over time about their problematic sexual life together had me in a quandary. I mean - here is this firecracker of a woman, hot to trot! Open for all sorts of sexual experimentation and obviously loving every bit of it. That she would act differently with me than with Paul I can understand, simply because of the forbidden aspect of it. Her behaviour left me in no doubt that she basically was a highly sexed woman. Perhaps Paul is just pussyfooting around her. I would definitely have to have a word or two with him. 

I was on my back with her head on my chest idly stroking her back and brushing the beautiful smooth curve of her hips. Her hand gently played with my small nipples making them erect, stroking and scratching gently with her fingernails. My hand found the crack of her arse and followed the cleft towards her little puckered hole and found it still wet. When my fingers played around her anus she moaned and her hand moved down to feel my pubic hair and then further to stroke my wilted penis.

"Nice, are you trying for a resurrection?" I whispered.

"Yes," she smiled back at me sucking on my left nipple. "I think I can feel some promise down there." 

In fact so could I. Her mouth and tongue playing and licking my chest and nipples sent an electric charge to my loin and I started thickening in her hand.

"Lovely," she cooed, "You are coming back from the grave you lovely man." 

Getting onto her knees she went for my nearly resurrected penis and put her tongue to the shaft whilst her free hand very gently massaged my sack. Pulling the foreskin back she bared the purple head and took it between her tight lips. How she knew how much I liked having the tightness of her lips teasing the rim I just don't know, but I was fast approaching a state of utter bliss and wasn't about starting to analyse her on the whys and wherefores. 

"Yes Kay, do that, you are quite the little cock-sucker aren't you!" Pressing further into her slippery mouth. "You must have told me a fib about not having sucked Paul's." 

"No it was not a lie." She was getting more and more worked up with sucking cock. 

Grabbing the inside of her left thigh, pulling her towards me, she quickly got the gist of my wish and straddled my upper chest offering her wide-open sex to me. Using my fingers I spread her labia to admire her most intimate area. She was still lovely and wet and the swelling of her genitals a sight to see. Some of our combined juices seeped out of her vagina giving of a delicious odour. Her little joy pearl had not retracted inside its protective fold and when I gave it a swipe with my broad tongue she shuddered and moaned.

Trying to describe the taste and smell of an aroused woman is difficult. It is neither good nor bad, but it is just what it is...sooo damned right, RIGHT? Add sperm to that mix and you have a heady scent that is unique. I discovered a long time ago that I liked the smell of sex. 

The more I sucked and licked her slit, the more I bored my stiffened tongue into her open vagina, the more agitated she got and soon swallowed my cock down to the balls. I could feel tremors under my hands, on my lips and my tongue and she was all ready to burst again. 

And that was how Marie and Paul found us, both of us just one tiny gasp from climaxing. 

"God... that looks exiting." Marie exclaimed. "How totally, utterly out of this world sexy. Come on Paul let us join the fuckers!"

Kay was devastated. If anyone can turn beetroot red, she was damn close to that. 

"Oh... Lord... I'm sooo embarrassed... what ever must you think Marie?" Kay was still holding onto my cock for dear life.

I noticed that she didn't indicate any embarrassment toward Paul. Well, not in words anyway.

"Kay, the truth is that I thought the two of you together like that was just wonderfully erotic, gut wrenching sexy... sitting watching you made me so horny that you wouldn't believe it."

"Have you been here long?" Kay queried.

"No, not long, only about twenty minutes. When the two of you turned for a 69 Paul and I became voyeurs all of a sudden. It was awesome watching you and thank God that I had Paul's cock to play with while he diddled me!"

"I'm sure we could do with some refreshments!" Paul laughed and got busy with the hamper and brought out glasses and a bottle cold sparkly white Mosel. Passing the bubbly to Kay he bent to her and gave her a kiss.

"You look lovely... and so damn sexy... I shall propose a toast to Kay and what looked like masterful cock sucking with the hope of seeing her lips around mine as well." 

"Paul... do you know, I enjoyed it. Why in heavens name haven't you insisted on me sucking yours?" she laughed at him.

Paul and Marie had brought their own towel and sat down. Marie was leaning into him as she sipped her wine. Moving a little her crotch opened enough to show off her denuded cunt.

"Wow Marie... Are you shaving down there?" Kay smiled at her.

"No, not really, but this crazy husband of mine made a request and then your darling man did the honours and shaved me the day before yesterday. I will admit that it was a bit like a jungle down there... it actually feels very nice." Marie smiled back at Kay.

"My, my... you are the one," Kay's pearly laughter echoed around the rocks again. "Are you telling me that Paul has been between your delicate folds with a razor? That must have had him on the boil...!"

"Now cut that crap," Paul almost shouted. "Yes of course I was on the boil, who wouldn't be, I was ready to fuck the shit out of her when you called."

Kay, looked at me with a smile, "You are a devil aren't you? When you asked me to wait five minutes for Paul to finish shaving, he was in fact nose deep in Marie's cunt." Her laughter rang out again, nearly choking her, tears running down her chin.

"Well, yes... I lied to you, but I didn't think you would have taken it too well if you knew. I hope can find a way to forgive me!" I smiled at her fondling her right nipple, squeezing a little.

"Oh, lovely... yes I forgive you Finn. After our frolicking here today I don't think I have a leg to stand on. A lot has changed since I came down to join you and I want you all know that I love it. Before you surprised us, Finn suggested that we all share each other in sex, and I'm all for it, but I must admit that I perhaps would have a problem being intimate with Marie."

"Oh dear... you don't like me then?" Marie pretended regret, opening her legs just a fraction more and smiled at Kay whilst fingering herself. 

The vision of Marie and Kay together invaded my mind. It was such an alien thought to me. I mean, these two women together. My brain just went riot with delightful thoughts. How did two women go about making love? Would they kiss... you know... tongue duelling kisses? Would they suck each other's tongues, as it was a small cock? The vision of there breasts touching, stiff nipples to stiff nipples danced inside my head! Would they touch... would they use their tongues on their open crotches? Perhaps they would mash their cunts together with splayed legs seeking each other's sensitive little buttons for their sexual release. Or would they sixty-nine, with tongue, lips and fingers making each other climax? I imagined their lovemaking to be tender, as opposed to the more forceful copulation between a woman and myself, but the thought of the tenderness of their coupling prevailed and was exiting beyond belief. My wild imagining caused me an aching, throbbing hard-on to flare between my legs. 

"Hey Finn... Don't leave us...! What world are you in?" Kay exclaimed with her mouth to my cheek and her hand finding my pulsing pole. 

"Wow, you must have had a wet dream to get you this hard...! Tell us!" she said as she continued stroking my cock.

"Nothing really. Marie's last comment played havoc with my brain as I imagined two beautiful women having sex together!" I admitted.

There was a unison Oh... from the blushing girls and a more pronounced Ohhh... from Paul. Had he harboured the same thought, I wondered to myself. 

Paul had also developed a very healthy stand that was not missed by Marie and she bent her head to his crotch and sucked him deep. His hand found her drenched sex; wetness I could both see and hear as two of his fingers moved in and out of her.

Coming up for air, letting his cock go with a resounding plop she said. "Why don't the two you carry on with what you where doing when we interrupted you?"

"Oh yes, I shall like that," Kay panted.

But I was ready for a fuck! With my aching hard-on rampant in her hand, more sucking on her cunt was just a bloody waste of time and placing her on her knees with her legs outside mine, her open sex was in the perfect position for penetration. Pre-come was oozing out of my pee-hole running over her fingers. She remembered my earlier instructions and guided my quiver to her wetness letting it brush her slit as her pleasure nub coated itself with my exquisite lubricant. 




The Love of Sailing Ch. 02



"Oh... heaven...!" she uttered, threading herself onto my solid member. 

Leaning her back into me I could fondle her breasts and raising my knees slightly she was nicely seated to ride me.

Paul was being assertive just feet away from us and turned Marie onto her knees and elbows. Her rump was high and open and her glistening sex pointed straight towards Kay and I.

"Now Kay, ride me nice and slow as we watch your husband screw my wife!" I took devilish delight in whispering into her ears. 

Her response was just a sigh and a whimper as she rode me. Her eyes glued to their coupling.

I had never actually seen people fuck. I mean, yes I have seen porno films, but seeing it live is so different. The sight and the sound create an electric atmosphere and there is the smell too, almost tangible. 

"Oh... lovely Paul, I need to be fucked hard," Marie cried out, splaying her legs and treading her wet, wet, wet cunt back onto his raging pole. "Sweet... oh lover... be rough with my breasts and my nipples... for Christ sake fuck the living daylight out of me!" 

Marie was way past coherent speech as she started her climactic shudders. 

Through all this, Kay was getting more and more frantic riding my cock. Her rippling vagina clutched and squeezed as if she had an extra set of fingers hidden inside her. 

I roughly grabbed her left breast playing with her jutting rock-hard nipples as my free hand touched her protruding clitoris making her squirm even harder.

"Paul is ready to explode in Marie's beautiful cunt...I want to come with her... oh Finn fuck me, screw me, take me, give me... My God... how wonderful... come now... I want your sperm... now, yes, yes oh darling yeees..." 

Apart from heavy breathing from all of us, there was an uncanny silence. Everyone needed time to regain some resemblance of normal behaviour. Whatever normal is. Kay was lying drained against me with her still swollen nipples pressed into my open hands breathing evenly. 

After a while, Kay let go of my wilted cock which had been nicely resting inside her warmth, and crouched beside Marie. Stroking her flanks she pressed her breasts on Marie's back rubbing her pointed nipples on her.

"Thank you for having me down here. I never imagined how exciting life could be and I owe you and Finn thanks for being so free and liberated and taking me into your fold like you have." 

Walking back to the boat, all of us naked like Jaybirds, we observed a big "Princess" motorboat tied up next to us. "Gin Palace" we call them. 

"What bloody cheek!" Marie cried out. "Doesn't that moron know this is 'our' harbour?"

To be continued... (Perhaps)

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