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Sunrise at Sea
by Mannydcamp (mannyjackie@yahoo.com)
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A couple shares an unexpected adventure with a best
friend. (MMF, exh, swinger)
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Sunrise at Sea
By Trace & Jackie
This story is written as a joint project with another
writer named Trace. His stories along with this one can
be found at EroticStories.com under the pen name "Trace
Ekies"
Thank you so much for the wonderful erotic journey you
took me on!
In previous years the wives had tanned topless, however
this year, Jackie felt odd, being the only wife there,
so she left the top on. Manny and Trace were talking
and drinking beer in the boat’s cockpit. They had been
friends for over fifteen years. They had been college
roommates whose friendship had been furthered when they
married girls that were also close friends.
Trace was especially watchful as his friend’s wife
undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her
back. Since Jackie was lying with her head toward the
cockpit, he enjoyed talking to her because she had to
raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed
some cleavage. On one occasion, when she raised up a
little higher than necessary, he thought he saw a
nipple. Trace was already enjoying the trip.
It was early September. They were making their annual
sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where they
would leave the boat for the winter. Usually there were
four of them, but this year, due to a work related
issue, Trace’s wife, Donna, was not able to go. The
others thought they should reschedule the trip, however
Donna wouldn’t hear of it. Donna teasingly asked Jackie
to watch out for Trace.
"Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he behaves," Jackie said.
The first day had been fairly quiet. They had spent the
early morning provisioning and making last minute
adjustments to the boat. They had left Beaufort about
noon. It had been a beautiful, unseasonably warm day so
Jackie had gotten on her bikini and laid on the deck,
getting a little sun.
Around four, as the sun lost its tanning rays, Jackie
retied her top and announced that she would start some
dinner. Manny teased her, that being the only wife on
board, she had to do all the wifely chores.
She teased him back by putting her arm around Trace and
saying "Sounds good. I might enjoy a few of my duties."
Manny laughed and quickly responded, "I didn’t mean
that!"
Jackie and Trace chorused, "Damn, too bad!!"
They were all very fun loving. Even though each of the
women had experienced a number of lovers before meeting
their husbands, they were good and faithful wives.
However, marriage had not stopped any of them from
flirting. The two couples were so flirtatious with each
other that someone who did not know them would have
trouble determining who was married to whom.
The teasing and flirting was great fun but even though
there had been lots of verbal banter, none of them had
ever laid a hand on the other’s spouse, not even a pat
on the ass. Well except for that one silly night when
they got in bed with each other’s partners for about 60
seconds, but even that was fairly innocent.
The first evening on the boat was pretty quiet. They
ate, had some wine and plenty of conversation. They
arranged the watch times and Trace offered the bedroom
to them as he was alone anyway. At about ten, Jackie
and Manny turned in.
It had already been a long day and Jackie was taking
the two AM watch. She got into her normal sleepwear,
panties and camisole, while Manny wore his boxers. They
cuddled a while, but were tired from all the running
around of the previous days and drifted off to sleep.
Jackie woke about two AM and went up to the deck. The
ocean breeze at night was a bit chilly so Jackie had
put on a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt.
Trace thought, "It doesn’t matter what she wears, she
still looks sexy."
Jackie and Trace chatted a while as they drank the
coffee she had made for them. The conversation was
mostly about what she had to do while on watch, but she
had a pretty good remembrance from previous years and
knew what had to be done. They had already crossed the
Gulf Stream and turned South, so it was really pretty
simple. Trace told her that all she really had to do
was to watch for other boats and maintain the heading.
He went below to get some sleep in the bunk.
Four hours later, around six in the morning, as the sun
was coming up; Manny relieved Jackie who went below for
her turn at some sleep. There was no room in the V-
berth to change clothes. Jackie stood in the main cabin
where Trace was sleeping, and took off her pajama
bottom and sweatshirt.
Under the pajama bottom she had panties, but there was
nothing under the sweatshirt. Trace had his back to her
and did not stir. She pulled a camisole over her head
and climbed into the V-berth. Trace had heard her. He
could tell she was changing clothes. He wanted to turn
and look, but even in the dimness of the early morning
light, it would have been too obvious. All he could do
was imagine.
The heat of the day was building in the cabin. Jackie
and Trace both woke up around the same time, about ten
AM. They chatted in the galley as Jackie made coffee
and breakfast. She had thrown a light robe on over her
camisole and panties. The robe was short and allowed
quite a bit of leg to show, especially when she was
sitting.
The two of them joined Manny on deck for coffee and
breakfast. They talked, but Trace had trouble paying
attention to anything other than Jackie’s legs.
However, Trace did complain that he hadn’t slept well
on the hard bunk. Jackie suggested he take a nap in the
V-berth later in the day.
Trace took the helm while Manny and Jackie sunned
themselves on the deck. Trace watched Jackie in her
bikini with the top untied and remembered the second
day of last year’s trip. The women were sunning
themselves on the deck of the boat. They had gotten
topless. He had gotten hard watching them then and he
got hard now thinking about it.
There had been a lot of whispering between the two
women. They had both been laying face down with their
straps undone. But then they had turned over without
bothering to retie the straps. He had been at the helm.
Neither of them looked in his direction but they knew
he was there.
Manny had been below but he had come up to the cockpit
just after it happened. He and Manny had talked at some
length about how good the women looked. Trace had
listened as Manny told him how good Donna looked. And
he had made it clear to Manny that Jackie looked good
enough to eat.
This year, as the sun set, Jackie played wife, cooking
and cleaning. After taking turns at short showers, they
had dinner together in the cockpit. Although it was a
little skimpy for the cool ocean breeze, Jackie wore a
pair of pj shorts, a camisole top and no bra. The chill
made her nipples harden, but she kind of liked that.
After a few glasses of wine the men commented on her
having her headlights on. She blushed at the attention
but called them perverts and changed the subject.
Somewhere around ten, Manny and Jackie went below,
leaving Trace on watch.
Manny and Jackie climbed into the bed and closed the
door to the berth. Both of them had the same idea, a
quickie. It was sad in a way, but after ten years of
marriage and two kids, their sex life had become more
about quickies than making love. Oh sure they made
love, but mostly just on the weekend. The rest of the
time it was a late night quickie, once the kids were
off to bed. Or sometimes, the daytime quickie when they
snuck off to their bedroom for a few minutes, not even
taking off all their clothes.
Tonight they were horny but tired and looking at
another night of watches. As they cuddled for bed,
Jackie whispered to her husband, "Whatcha say you treat
your wife to a quickie"
He smiled and said, "Always."
They had this down. Within seconds they were undressed.
Manny got on top of her. After some slow sexy kisses,
which he knew his wife loved, he slowly lowered himself
down her body. He kissed and licked her all over, but
did not linger. He did dwell on her nipples of course.
Nipple play drove her crazy with desire. He sucked and
softly rubbed her nipples with his fingers. A tingle
went through her whole body. Soon her body was
squirming and her throat was letting out involuntary
moans, calling his name.
He licked his way down her body and brushed it with his
lips and warm breath. He hesitated briefly at her belly
button and then, moving lower, he softly licked around
the little trimmed patch of pubic hair she sported
these days.
Jackie’s hands caressed Manny’s hair and her words
caressed his ego as she whispered, "God! You really
know how to please me. Promise me that if you ever
divorce me we can still have sex."
He ignored her clit at first, licking and sucking her
pussy lips and inner thighs. He was playing a game with
her. He wanted her to beg for it. He wouldn’t lick her
clit until she asked for it. He knew that for some
reason she didn’t like the word. Maybe it was a hang-up
from her youth, but he was going to make her say it.
Her knees were bent and her body was squirming. She
could feel the incredible sensation growing between her
legs.
She pressed his head against her and whispered,
"Please, baby."
"Please, what," he teased.
With a slight blush in her cheeks, and from a deep
place in her throat, she whispered what he wanted to
hear, "Pleeease lick my clit."
As Manny sensually licked her clit, the moans and
groans came from within her. He was slow and
deliberate, keeping her on the edge. She loved it when
he buried his head between her legs; it always seemed
to be the best she had ever had. But if she was only
going to cum once, she wanted it to be with Manny’s
cock deep inside her. It was more intense that way,
more intimate, as if it came from her soul.
Had Manny continued his teasing, she would have
exploded. He stopped. He put his lips on her mouth;
they opened to each other. As their tongues found each
other, he entered her. She was sopping wet and Manny
slid right in. They began slowly but the pace quickened
rapidly. The sounds of pleasure filled the room as
their bodies reddened from the heat.
The vibration came from within her, like an earthquake.
She wrapped her legs around him as she said his name
over and over. Manny lost control and couldn’t hold it
any longer. He came too. They continued slowly moving
their hips, savoring every last bit of their orgasms.
After each had made a quick trip to the bathroom, they
fell asleep in each other’s arms.
At two AM, the alarm went off. Manny was in a fog. He
had set the alarm to waken Jackie for her scheduled
watch, but she was still asleep. He decided to take her
turn at the helm and let her sleep until six. He made a
pot of coffee and went up to the deck. Manny and Trace
chatted until Trace was ready to get some sleep. Manny
suggested that Trace might sleep better in the V-berth
instead of the bunk. Trace knew it wouldn’t be a big
deal to be in bed with Jackie, at least not with both
of them having their clothes on, but he was surprised
by Manny’s offer.
Trace politely said, "No, that’s okay. The bunk is not
that bad."
But Manny insisted. He said, "Its not right for you
have to sleep on that bunk. Besides, she is out cold.
You couldn’t wake her if you tried."
Trace shrugged his shoulders and went down. He stood in
the cabin wondering what he should do. He felt awkward.
Manny was just being polite. Manny didn’t realize that
he shouldn’t be quite so trustful. Trace wanted to be a
good friend, but the thoughts of Jackie rolling over
and cuddling him a bit in her sleep were more lustful
than friendly.
He was reminded of that brief time he had spent in bed
with her last year. It was really nothing, just drunks
being silly. The wives had gone to bed a few minutes
earlier while he and Manny had finished their beers.
The men, sort of accidentally, but really on purpose,
got confused about what beds they were supposed to be
sleeping in. The wives, giggled and played along,
knowing their husbands were just being jerks.
Manny slid into the bed with Donna, her back to him,
and called out to Trace, "We must have gotten the beds
mixed up. This woman doesn’t feel like Jackie."
Donna pressed her backside up against Manny and let out
a laugh.
Trace escalated things a bit. Jackie had her back to
him but Trace wrapped his arms around her and cupped
her breasts. Before Jackie had a chance to react, Trace
called out to Manny, "I agree. these breasts don’t feel
at all like Donna’s."
Jackie was a bit surprised as Trace had never touched
her before, but then it did feel kind of good. She
laughed as she turned back slightly and whispered, "You
better watch that or you are going to get more then you
can handle."
Manny, not believing Trace, but not to be outdone
either, yelled out, "I’m going to put my hand in her
panties and see if she’s shaved."
Although he made no move to actually do it, Donna sat
up and said, "Okay, fun’s over. The little boys need to
be in their own beds now."
The guys got up laughing and the fun ended. It hadn’t
lasted long but Trace still felt a stirring in his
pants when he remembered how good Jackie’s tits had
felt. But that was a joke, and this was real. He had
mixed emotions but he decided he was going to do it
anyway. He took off everything but his boxers and
climbed into bed.
The V-berth was a lot more comfortable than the bunk
but being next to Jackie was going to make it real
difficult to sleep. Trace was trying to keep a
respectful distance between them, but with their heads
toward the bow, there wasn’t much space between their
upper bodies. If Trace had known that Jackie was still
naked from her ‘quickie’ with Manny, and that her bare
breasts were just inches away from his chest, he could
have never gone to sleep. But he didn’t know that and
eventually he drifted off.
As they slept, Jackie shifted a little and felt the
warm body of the man she thought was her husband. She
snuggled up a little closer. Trace had gone to sleep
thinking about Jackie and in his sleep, was dreaming
about her. His dick had gotten hard, and unknown to
him, was sticking out the front of his boxers.
In the night, Jackie awoke. She was still groggy with
sleep but realized that it was Trace that she was next
to, not Manny. She wondered how or why he was in the
bed. Their legs were intertwined and her bare breasts
were against his chest. His penis was pressing against
her pubic area. Surely Manny knew that she and Trace
were in bed together. She wondered what could be
happening. This was pretty erotic, being naked and in
bed with Trace. She didn’t want to wake Trace. She
liked the way this felt, especially if it was okay with
her husband. She went back to sleep without moving.
A while later Trace woke up. He found Jackie pressed up
against him. He was shocked, and aroused, to discover
that she was naked. He found that his cock was
protruding out the front of his shorts and was tight up
against Jackie. He didn’t realize that she had been
awake and already knew who she was sleeping with. He
tried to move away from her but he was already up
against the hull of the boat and had no place to go. He
needed to move Jackie but he didn’t want her to wake up
and find them like this. He tried to think of something
other than the head of his dick being against Jackie’s
pussy lips. Excited but frustrated, he went back to
sleep.
As the morning sun came into the cabin around six, they
both woke. They looked at each other and shared a
nervous laugh. Neither of them moved. Jackie didn’t
sound like she was complaining but she did demand an
explanation for how Trace had ended up in bed with her.
He told her about Manny’s offer. He also said that he
was pleasantly surprised to find her naked. She told
him how that had happened. Trace reminded her of the
brief moment last year when they were in bed for a
minute or two. Jackie smiled at the remembrance.
The situation, this year, was already pretty intimate
so Trace took a chance he normally would not take. He
put both of his hands on her breasts and lightly
caressed her nipples. Jackie closed her eyes as he did.
She enjoyed the touch, especially after waking up naked
next to him. Their faces were close and as their bodies
reacted, they shared a kiss.
It was awkward at first, a little kiss with a little
tongue. Then it got more lustful as they explored each
others’ mouths. Trace broke the kiss and moved his lips
to Jackie’s nipples. He sucked on them and bit them
gently with his teeth. Jackie wrapped her hand around
his cock, but as the heat of his manhood flowed through
her she realized that she had to stop. She broke the
contact and jumped up from the bed.
She hastily put on her panties and a sweatshirt and
went up to see Manny. Trace couldn’t get the scene out
his head, Jackie naked with her hand around his dick,
him sucking on her nipples. What if she hadn’t stopped?
Would he have stopped? He didn’t think he could have.
Jackie was probably talking to Manny about it right
now, but how much was she telling him? What was Manny
really thinking when he suggested Trace should sleep
with Jackie? Surely he knew she was naked. Was he
testing them? Had the friendship just been ruined? How
was he ever going to face Manny? He dozed off to sleep
with a million unanswered questions racing through his
mind.
Manny had spent most of the watch thinking about Trace
and Jackie in bed together. It had been his suggestion
and it was an innocent one. After he did it however he
had second thoughts. He couldn’t help but think about
how Jackie likes to cuddle and does so in her sleep. He
started to envision Jackie in her panties and small top
cuddling against Trace.
Then it hit him that he had left his wife naked. "Oh my
God," he thought, "she falls asleep after sex and never
puts her clothes back on." He gave it some thought and
hoped that she had dressed this time. He ventured down
quickly, leaving the boat on autopilot. He went to the
door and saw his wife’s body, mostly covered by the
sheet, but pressed against Trace. The sheet was low
enough to see a portion of her breast. She was indeed
naked.
Manny went back to the cockpit. He experienced a few
odd thoughts. First was fear that when Jackie awoke she
would be quite pissed at him and it would ruin their
trip. He also felt a bit jealous because Trace,
although sleeping, was enjoying his wife’s body. And
what if they woke up? Could something happen? Manny
calmed down a bit, realizing that they were friends and
nothing would happen. He also thought about how sexy it
would have been if he were in bed with a naked sleeping
Donna.
Manny tried to think about something else to pass the
time but it was difficult.
Jackie came up to the cockpit. She was not a happy
camper. She confronted Manny with questions and was
visibly emotional. She demanded answers about what had
happened. She wanted to know why she had found herself
naked and in bed with Trace.
Manny explained the circumstances and swore that he did
not remember that she was naked. He told her he had
felt bad about Trace sleeping in the bunk and that
since she was already asleep, no harm should come out
of him sleeping in the V-berth.
Jackie wondered if he was telling the truth. She knew
Manny could be a little kinky and although he had never
expressed any desire to open their marriage he did
enjoy her teasing and even an occasional flash. She
wondered if Manny was hoping something might happen.
She also thought it might have been a test. Manny knew
she always flirted with Trace, as did Donna with him.
Maybe Manny was a tad jealous of her and Trace and set
out to test her and see if anything would happen. Maybe
he had spent the night trying to catch them.
It was more likely that he was telling the truth. But
even that didn’t get him off the hook. It was still
quite annoying that he would decide it was okay for her
to share a bed with another man, as if he owned her. He
should have never made that decision. If she had been
consulted she might have agreed, but she would have
worn some pajamas and would have made an effort not to
cuddle with him in her sleep.
Jackie wasn’t going to let her husband off easily. She
wasn’t ‘throwing the dishes’ mad but she would make him
pay. She decided that she would be somewhat cold to him
today. And to make sure he thought about his mistake
all day, she would make him a little jealous. She
decided that her actions that day would make it appear
that she and Trace had at least shared a little moment.
Manny was in for torture. This would be the last time
he ever pulled this one.
Trace wasn’t sure what he was walking into as he came
up to the cockpit from his sleep. His mind was still a
jumble of the thoughts he had had just after Jackie
left him about four hours ago. But he put on his best
face and greeted them both heartily as he came out of
the cabin. Everything seemed to be okay. Manny handed
him a cup of coffee from the pot he had just made.
Trace could sense a bit of tension between Jackie and
Manny so he wanted to avoid the issue of last night’s
sleep situation. However, Jackie wasn’t going to make
that easy. As she passed him in the cockpit she gave
him a soft pat on the chest with her open palm and
playfully said, "Did you finally get a little rest,
sweetie?" That line wasn’t lost on Manny and would be
the first of many. Jackie went down to the cabin to put
on her bathing suit.
It was their third day on the ocean. They had been
averaging over a hundred and fifty miles a day.
Tomorrow, with continued favorable weather and a little
luck, they would arrive at Marsh Harbor in the Bahamas,
where the boat would stay for the winter.
Jackie came back on deck attired in yet another of her
many bikinis. The lunch she brought with her was a lot
more substantial than her swimsuit. She brought a tray
of toasted English muffins, topped with slices of ham
and poached eggs. There was probably supposed to have
been some hollandaise sauce on top of the eggs, but
apparently the makings for that were not in the boats
provisions. A can of V-8 juice was served along with
the coffee. Almost a gourmet meal. Not bad for a
sailboat.
After they had eaten Jackie stretched out on deck.
After applying some light sun block she slowly took off
her top. Manny and Trace watched but pretended not to.
She slowly put on additional lotion and lay on her
back. She made general conversation with Trace as she
continued her cold treatment of her husband.
After about forty-five minutes Jackie rolled over onto
her stomach and called to Trace. Trace felt like he was
walking on eggshells. He could feel the tension between
Jackie and Manny. Jackie asked him to put a little
lotion on her back, whereas on previous days she had
always asked Manny to do this. Jackie, laying face down
with only her bikini bottoms, was a very fetching
sight. However, with Manny watching, he had to be very
careful about how he touched her. Trace clinically
applied the lotion, but still got slightly turned on
from the look and feel of her nearly naked body.
Manny watched as Trace’s hands glided over Jackie’s
bare shoulders and back. He tried not to show jealousy
or anger, realizing that if he did, Jackie might flip
out. He wondered if she was acting or really trying to
get even, or if the night in bed had somehow changed
things.
About an hour later Jackie sat up and said she wanted
to go for a swim. She was still topless. Trace couldn’t
keep his eyes off her as he suggested instead that a
couple of them at a time could trail behind the boat on
a tow line. It would still be fun and a lot better than
stopping.
Jackie said she wanted to try it, and still dealing
paybacks to Manny, asked Trace if he would go with her.
Trace felt awkward and suggested that Manny go with her
while he managed the boat. But Manny insisted that
Trace go while he handled the boat. Trace acquiesced
and threw out the stern line. He and Manny let some
wind out of the sails and slowed the boat down to two
or three knots while Jackie lowered the stern ladder.
She didn’t bother putting her top back on.
As Jackie prepared to go in she thought about Manny. It
would drive him a bit crazy with all of the water play
that would happen. She was starting to feel bad about
torturing him and decided that her swimming topless
with Trace would be enough to make them even. Jackie
and Trace went off the back of the boat and into the
water.
They worked their way to the end of the line, about
twenty feet behind the boat. They held on separately at
first and got used to it. Jackie said it was like water
skiing with out the ski. The boat was going just fast
enough to make it fun and a little challenging to hold
on.
After a few minutes they started to play a bit. One
would hold on to the tow line and the other would hold
on to them. Then the one holding the line would pretend
to try to slip away from the other, leaving them
without a line.
First it was Jackie holding on to Trace. She was
aggressive and was not about to slip off. She wrapped
her legs around Trace’s and put her arms around his
chest. Her wet breasts pressed against his back. Trace
playfully tried to throw her off but she hung on
tightly. Then they changed positions.
Manny looked on in amazement. Their wet bodies were so
close together. He could only see their upper bodies as
the water hid everything else. Manny started to sense
something different. He was becoming aroused. He wasn’t
sure if it was because he was watching his wife with
Trace or thinking of what fun he would be having if
Donna were here.
Jackie held the line and Trace wrapped himself around
her. His swim suit was tight around his waist but
otherwise kind of baggy. His cock was getting harder
and tenting the front of the suit. He pushed his cock
up against her ass and encircled her body with his
arms, just below her breasts. Jackie wasn’t strong
enough to push him off but they both gave it a good
show. It would look like she was throwing him off and
then he would grab her again. With each move he managed
to brush a breast or nipple. Then he slid down as if he
had slipped and put his arms around her waist.
Remembering their brief moment in the bed, Trace
figured he had an open door for some playful contact.
He joked about having water in his eyes and not being
able to see. He put a hand between her legs. His hand
was snug against her pussy. Jackie tightened her legs
as if to signal her discontent but they both knew that
she had tightened her legs to better feel his hand. The
sexiness of the moment was not lost on either of them.
Manny, as before, was watching. He could see Trace’s
body against his wife’s and although they were mostly
under water, he could sense that Trace’s hands at times
were near Jackie’s bare breasts, and at other times,
near her bikini bottoms. Manny wasn’t angry. He was
getting more excited. He enjoyed watching his wife and
continued to think about how much fun he would be
having with Donna here.
Then Jackie slipped down a bit on the rope. Trace
thought Jackie had let go of the line. He let go of her
and grabbed the line with both hands. Jackie put her
arms around Trace’s waist and grabbed onto his semi
erect cock. She smiled and playfully said, "If touching
all over is allowed, then I can win this little game by
applying pressure."
He thought he might enjoy losing but he laughed and
said, "Okay, I give up. Game’s over. You win."
She smiled in victory, gave his cock a soft rub and
said, "I thought cold water was supposed to shrink
these things." She let go and he blushed a bit at her
remark.
They made their way back up the tow line where Manny
helped them into the boat, noticing that Jackie’s
nipples were hardened and that Trace had a substantial
bulge. He was sure that they had been fooling around a
bit. He had that funny feeling in the pit of his
stomach but also could feel a stirring in his own
shorts. He couldn’t help wonder what had happened in
the bed.
Once they were all back on the boat, Jackie said, "I’ve
got to get out of this wet suit." Of course she was
only wearing the bottoms so she didn’t have much to
take off.
Manny threw her a towel and said, "Go for it!"
As Trace and Manny tightened the sails, Jackie wrapped
the towel around her and proceeded to remove her
bikini. It was a neat trick, taking off the bikini
under the towel without exposing too much of herself.
Of course, the guys did get a few flashes here and
there, enough to keep Trace hard and enough to make
Manny’s excitement evident through his shorts. The men
watched her every move. Jackie liked being the center
of their attention. After the suit was gone, she sat
down in the cockpit with just the towel.
Throughout the afternoon, they talked about anything
and everything, (except the previous night’s sleeping
arrangements,) while Jackie continued to tease them
with the towel. It was already terribly short, but
sitting down, she was nearly exposed. Moving around on
the bench, she taunted the guys with occasional brief
glimpses between her legs.
When she moved her arms while talking, the top of the
towel would loosen and slide down her breasts. She
would ignore it until her nipples were practically
showing, then she would cinch it back up. Several
times, she stood and turned her back to the cockpit so
she could rewrap and tighten the towel.
Jackie was feeling very aroused. Since waking up naked
with Trace and through the days teasing she had slowly
become more and more aroused. She had stopped being
cold to Manny after the swim. She had been talking more
to him although had still not expressed affection. She
noticed the bulges grow in their shorts, as her
audience got visibly more appreciative. Mercifully, she
finally announced that she was going below to change
and fix dinner.
After dinner, the three of them again sat around the
cockpit talking. Manny still wanted to know what had
happened when Trace and Jackie were in bed together,
but didn’t know how to ask. The conversation eventually
came around to Trace’s birthday, almost a year before,
just after their last cruise.
Trace and Donna, who lived about fifty miles away, had
gone to stay with Jackie and Manny for the weekend. It
was Trace’s birthday and they went to a restaurant for
dinner. They had all ordered the night’s special, some
kind of pasta dish with baby shrimp and a spicy brown
sauce. There was something sensual about the food, or
maybe the way they had eaten it.
They had taken turns feeding each other. They made a
mess, sucking on the pasta and shrimp with the sauce
dribbling off their chins. When they had finished
eating they weren’t ready to go back home. Manny
suggested an exotic dancer club where the entertainers
gave lap dances. Manny and Trace thought it was a great
idea. The women weren’t so keen on it but since it was
Trace’s birthday they went along with it.
On the way to the club, they talked about how they were
going to celebrate Trace’s birthday by getting him a
couple of sexy lap dances. They kidded Trace about
needing his iron underwear to keep from splitting his
pants.
It wasn’t too late yet and they got one of the better
tables. Actually, it was more like a semicircular couch
with a small cocktail table in the center. They had a
good view of the stage and the rest of the club. They
were surprised to find that there were a few other
couples in the club. They had expected it to be all
men. And the lap dances were not exclusively for the
men. It seemed that a couple of the men were buying lap
dances for their spouse or date, instead of for
themselves.
The reason was pretty obvious. When the female
entertainers did a lap dance for another female, there
was a lot more touching. The strippers would sometimes
bury their face in the girl’s crotch, (really hot if
the girl was wearing a short skirt,) and would pull the
girls top up and suck on her breasts a bit.
The guys decided that Trace wasn’t going to get the lap
dances; they wanted their wives to get them instead.
The women were against it for most of the evening. But
as the wine flowed and they saw two or three other
women get them, they started to think it might be
harmless. Donna and Jackie said they wouldn’t let the
dancers do all that to them, and then they laughed.
After some sexy teasing, and even bribery, the deal was
struck. Donna and Jackie would get a lap dance in
return for a serious shopping trip on the next day. The
guys thought they were getting off cheap. They would
have paid almost anything for this experience.
They selected a couple of "entertainers". They were as
close as they could get to the girl next-door type.
They seemed friendly and weren’t too intimidating.
Jackie and Donna were in the center of the "couch" with
Manny and Trace on either side. The music probably
didn’t have much to do with it, but as it started, the
dancers moved the small table out of the way and
started dancing.
The dancers rubbed their bodies all over the two women.
They went from in between their legs all the way up to
their chests. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending
on who was being asked,) Donna and Jackie were both
wearing slacks, so there wasn’t going to be any exposed
legs or panties. The dancers ground their faces between
the women’s legs. Even with the slacks it was erotic,
seeing Jackie and Donna like this.
The dancers then put their mouths to the wives ears. It
looked like the women were getting a little tongue
action on their ear lobes. It might have been that, but
it was also some female conspiracy. The dancers told
the wives they should relax and have fun; put on a good
show for the husbands and everyone wins. The dancers
would get better tips and the wives would get their
reward at home. The wives were told how to signal the
dancers at any time they felt uncomfortable with what
was happening.
Donna and Jackie smiled. The dancers were right; this
little show was a dream come true for Manny and Trace.
The ‘girls only’ conspiracy made the women more
comfortable with the situation. They relaxed and got
into it.
The dancer with Jackie had her hands roaming all over
Jackie’s body. Jackie looked at Manny and said, "Why
can’t you touch me like this!!"
The dancers were all over the women. Their hands were
everywhere. They ground their crotches and then their
asses into the wives crotches. They took the women’s
faces and squeezed them into the middle of their
exposed breasts. Trace and Manny were excited by the
erotic sight before them.
The women had said it wouldn’t happen, and they had
believed it wouldn’t. But in the heat of the moment, it
all seemed okay. The dancers, as if in unison, pushed
the women’s tops up, dragging the bras with them, and
totally exposed the wives breasts. The dancers rubbed
their own bare breasts on the breasts of the wives,
then began messaging them with their hands.
Jackie and Donna began to feel twinges of sexual
arousal as their nipples hardened. They were surprised
to find that their bodies appreciated the attention
even if it was coming from another woman. The dancers
continued to grind into the women’s crotches as they
lowered their mouths to the wives nipples, giving each
of them a quick lick and suck. Jackie, in particular,
was enjoying herself. She looked over to the next table
and noticed that the four men there had their eyes
glued to her. She became even more excited, imagining
how much they wanted her.
Then Jackie’s dancer tried to take it to the next
level. In another minute or two it might have worked
but the move was too sudden and Jackie wasn’t quite
ready for it. In one quick move the dancer unfastened
the snap on Jackie’s pants; the zipper went down; and
the dancer’s hand went into the pants and onto Jackie’s
panty covered lips and clit. Donna’s dancer was trying
to do the same thing with her, but the wives put a stop
to it. The men were somewhat disappointed but the music
ended anyway and the dancers stood up.
As Manny and Trace paid the dancers and Jackie and
Donna rearranged their clothes, the men at the next
table applauded their appreciation. The wives were
wound up, more adrenaline rush then sexual excitement.
Jackie later said that she felt like a college girl on
a wild spring break night. Maybe that explained her
behavior as they walked past the table of four men on
their way out of the club.
Jackie stopped and with her flirtiest smile, thanked
them for clapping. The guys were all saying how great
she was and how lucky her husband was. One of the men
said that he hadn’t really been able to get a good view
because the dancer was always in the way. Without
really giving it much thought, Jackie, now standing in
the middle of the club, pulled her top and bra up over
her breasts, exposing her tits to all of the nearby
tables. She smiled and asked if that was any better.
The nearby tables erupted in cheers and cat calls.
Jackie pulled her top back down and said goodnight.
They drove home in silence. It was Manny’s car and he
and Jackie were in the front, Trace and Donna in the
back. The only sound was the rustle of clothes as both
couples tried to maintain the rush. When they got to
the house, they hastily said goodnight to each other
and went to their respective rooms. It was several
hours before the urges that had been building all night
had finally been satisfied.
The three of them reminisced about that night in the
darkness of the boat’s cockpit, still, there was no
discussion of what had or had not happened when Trace
had slept with Jackie the previous night. It was close
to ten and Manny took Jackie below, leaving Trace alone
at the helm.
Trace’s mind was racing with sexual images. He
fantasized about having Jackie’s legs wrapped around
his neck. He loosened his shorts and put his hand in to
feel his manhood. The images came into focus: Jackie
teasing with the towel; his tongue on Jackie’s nipples
and her hand on his cock; the two of them playing on
the tow line. He opened his shorts and let his turgid
member out into the dim light of the cockpit.
He revisited the night at the strip club, the dancers
licking on those gorgeous tits while he and Manny and
others in the club watched; and the aftermath, glorious
sex with Donna, orally bringing each other to climax
after climax. He wrapped his hand around his cock and
stroked furiously until he came. He shot his load all
over the cockpit. The salt-water spray would wash that
away before anyone else showed up on deck.
Manny and Jackie headed down to the berth to sleep.
Jackie was aroused by a day of sexual teasing. She had
woken up naked with Trace, then flirted with him and
shared little feels in the water. She was on fire. She
climbed in the bed with Manny and closed the door. She
gave him a hot wet kiss and whispered to him, asking
him to fuck her.
Manny had seen her like this before. Usually it was
after a night out and some drinking. Her wanting to be
fucked was not the same as her wanting to make love. He
recognized and enjoyed the difference, but didn’t
really understand it. He would ask her about it, but
she would just say that she was feeling naughty.
Manny had suspected that on these nights she didn’t
want to feel like a wife; she wanted to feel like a
girl friend, or maybe even a girl picked up at a bar.
He wondered, on these occasions, if she didn’t also
pretend that he was someone else, maybe a flashback to
her single days.
As hot as some of these nights had been during their
marriage, they also bothered him. Rather then just
leave them to fantasy, he often read things into them
and would become insecure. Tonight was different,
though. Manny, like Jackie, was aroused by the events
of the day and previous night. He too was ready for a
fuck.
He kissed her harshly, pulling off her clothes in a
rush. She responded similarly, ripping his clothes off
in her excitement. She was like an animal in heat. She
sucked on his ears, his tongue and his nipples, leaving
a hicky. She tried to take his cock in her mouth but as
she did he pushed her back and slipped his tool into
her pussy. She raised her legs to get him in deeper as
he plowed her hard with little regard.
The passion was intense and she exploded with an
orgasm, her body bucking and jerking. Manny felt her
violent emotion and he came too. His gasps joined her
shrieks of ecstasy as his body tensed and he filled her
with his cum.
As their orgasms subsided, Manny started to soften. She
whispered in his ear, "Don’t take it out yet." Her tone
became sexy and pleading, "One isn’t enough tonight.
Please, don’t quit yet."
Manny wanted to satisfy his wife. He made his way down
the front of her, gently biting each of her nipples on
the way. He rested his head between her legs and lapped
up the juices dripping from her cunt. Jackie loved it
but she didn’t really want his soft tongue; she wanted
his hard cock. She kicked on the sides of the boat and
forced them into a 69 position. While Manny kept his
head buried between her legs she worked at sucking his
cock back to life.
Manny was amazed at how she was acting tonight. He
asked her, out of jealousy or out of excitement, he
wasn’t sure which, why she was so hot tonight. She
avoided his question, saying it was just the ocean air
and wine. She put her lips back on his organ, trying to
get it hard once again.
But Manny wasn’t going to settle for her answer. He
asked, "Are you sure it wasn’t something else, like
last night in bed, or today on the tow line, with
Trace?"
His question left Jackie feeling a bit awkward. She
didn’t know how to answer. But Manny’s body was telling
her what she needed to know. She felt his still
lifeless penis growing in her mouth. She teasingly
whispered, "Is that what you think, or is that what you
want to believe?"
It was Manny’s turn to wonder how he should answer. He
could feel his cock growing and he knew it wasn’t all
from Jackie’s mouth. After a brief silence, he finally
managed to admit, "Maybe a little of both."
"I would never go out and cheat on you; you know that;
but I am human too. We woke up naked and very close. It
was exciting." She put her lips back on Manny’s dick.
It was getting hard. Manny’s cock was responding more
to the dialogue than to her mouth. And it was affecting
her too. She was becoming more aroused and was close to
another orgasm.
"Tell me what happened. Tell me what you mean by close
and exciting," Manny said, then went back to his
ministrations.
Manny’s tongue was exploring her insides, but the
conversation was exciting as well. Jackie was really
getting hot, but she was also becoming afraid. She
whispered, "I don’t want you to get mad. Nothing really
happened, but we were awful close." She licked up the
drops of cum on the head of his dick and encircled it
with her lips.
Manny teased her clit with his tongue, then gave it a
loving bite and said, "I’m not going to get mad. Just
tell me about it."
Jackie wrapped her hand around his now hardening cock
shaft and proceeded to tell him.
"Well, we woke up and were facing each other. Our legs
were tangled and his penis was sticking out of his
boxers and was kind of between my legs," she said
shyly. "I was cuddled against his chest. We talked a
bit but we didn’t move. I wanted to know how he got
there and why you sent him.
"Then he started to softly touch my nipples. You know
what does to me," she said. "I was aroused and I think
I was angry with you for putting me in that position. I
guess I used that as an excuse for my behavior."
"What do you mean, your behavior?" Manny asked.
"Well, I don’t know. I was aroused and I looked up at
him and kissed him, I guess to get back at you, or at
least that was my excuse. The truth is that I was
aroused, being naked like that. Trace is a good-looking
guy." Jackie stopped talking as she started to feel a
little guilt with her arousal.
Manny had been softly teasing her clit while she
stroked his cock. He assured her that he wanted to hear
it all. He didn’t blame her. He was getting aroused and
she could tell it. His cock had gone from dead to hard
as a rock.
She continued. "Well, we kissed a few times and then he
started to lick my nipples. It didn’t last very long,
only long enough for me to reach down and stroke his
cock, like I’m doing to you. Then I felt guilty and
nervous. I got up, got dressed and went to join you in
the cockpit. That’s all that happened."
Manny was on fire and so was she. She shifted around
and pushed him on his back. She straddled him and slid
his cock inside her. She looked at him with total
desire and said, "Now fuck me and don’t you dare cum
before I’m ready cause if you do you’ll have to go up
and relieve Trace so he can come down and share the bed
with me again."
Those words were almost enough to make Manny cum right
then, but he held it off. She moaned and groaned things
like, "Fuck me hard," and "Don’t cum yet please." They
were both fucking like it was the first time for both
of them. They paused long enough to kiss a few minutes
and then he got in a doggie position and fucked her
from behind as he slapped her ass. They were both
exhausted and as he repeatedly rammed into her she
screamed, "Now, deeper, cum with me!"
They felt the guns roar and the rockets explode as they
shared an intense orgasm. They crumpled in a heap and
fell asleep instantly.
They hadn’t been asleep for much more than an hour when
the alarm went off. It woke both of them, but the alarm
was for Jackie’s 2 AM watch. She hoped briefly that
Manny would volunteer to take it, but then thought of
Trace getting into bed with her. She wasn’t going to
let that happen again. Manny hadn’t had much sleep
either and really wanted to stay in bed. Nonetheless,
he was ready to volunteer for the watch when Jackie
jumped out of bed. She threw on a sweatshirt and a pair
of shorts. As Manny went back to sleep, she made coffee
and went to the cockpit.
It was an awkward situation for Jackie and Trace. Both
knew that what had taken place in the V-berth, and on
the tow line, was more than ordinary friendship. They
shared a look, a silent commitment to each other and to
their spouses, that said it could never happen again.
They talked about the stars, the weather and the boat.
Neither dared to talk about what had happened between
them. After a few minutes, Trace left Jackie at the
helm and went below.
Trace was emotionally torn. As he tried to go to sleep
on the bunk he thought of the intimacies he had shared
with Jackie. Even though the excitement of it was more
than words could describe, he knew it shouldn’t have
happened, and he knew it would never happen again. He
felt guilt and arousal at the same time. Trace didn’t
know that his best friend had gotten really turned on
when he was told about the encounter.
During the next few hours, as Trace and Manny slept
below, Jackie was alone in the cockpit with her
thoughts. She had told Manny about everything she had
done with Trace. Instead of angry words with each
other, both had become sexually excited by the
discussion. It had resulted in one of the best fucks
Jackie and Manny had ever had. If just talking about it
had been so good for both of them, then it couldn’t be
wrong.
Jackie became aroused again. She thought of naughty
ways to explore this newfound adventure. She recalled
the crazy things said and the fooling around that had
come from that night at the strip club. A plan began to
form in her mind.
Manny came into the cockpit a little after six. Jackie
had managed to keep herself awake visualizing her plan
but was now half asleep and barely acknowledged Manny’s
presence before stumbling down the companionway. She
saw Trace on the bunk, but she could only think of
sleep. She collapsed in the V-berth without taking off
her clothes and was instantly asleep.
Around 10 AM Trace was awakened by the sound of Jackie
taking her shower. She came out wearing a sweatshirt
and a pair of panties. Trace pretended to still be
asleep as she worked around the galley fixing coffee
and heating muffins. Her bare legs were tantalizing and
even though her sweatshirt covered most of her panties,
he imagined that he could see right through them. She
reached up to get the coffee mugs from the overhead and
the sweatshirt rode up, providing a sight of her thin
panties stretched sensuously across her ass.
He hadn’t been fooling her. As she turned around with
the mugs she asked Trace if he was ready for coffee. He
blushed at having been caught and acknowledged that
that sounded good. Jackie grinned and turned away from
him to pour the coffee. While her back was turned,
Trace got out of the bunk and pulled on his shorts,
trying his best to hide his erection. The two of them
took the coffee and muffins topside to join Manny.
It was nearly an hour later when Jackie started her
little game. The three of them had shared the coffee,
the muffins and some light conversation. Jackie was
still dressed in the sweatshirt and panties. She was
brushing her freshly washed hair as she initiated the
conversation about Traces birthday last year. She
reminded the others that Trace still hadn’t gotten the
lap dance that had been promised to him. Trace said
that watching Jackie and Donna get the lap dances was
more fun than any lap dance he could get.
Jackie shook her head and said, "Wanna bet. I’m gonna
give you a lap dance you’ll never forget."
Trace’s cock jerked to attention as he thought about
how great it would be. But he was confused. He couldn’t
imagine how this could ever happen, much less with
Manny looking on. He didn’t say anything. He just sat
there with his mouth hanging open.
Jackie added, "Its Manny’s idea. He bet me that I
couldn’t make you cum with a lap dance."
This was news to Manny. Sure, he had said Jackie was
sexy enough to work in a place like that. And yes, they
had kidded about the wives giving the husbands a lap
dance. But there had never been any discussion about
Jackie making Trace cum. However, Manny thought he knew
where she was headed. During their little fuck session
last night they had both gotten really hot talking
about what Jackie and Trace had been doing. Jackie was
about to create some real excitement and he wasn’t
about to do anything to stop her.
The men looked on dumbfounded as Jackie removed her
sweatshirt and stood in front of Trace in just her
panties. She unbuttoned and removed Trace’s shirt, then
pulled down his shorts, leaving him in his boxers. She
straddled his lap and slowly started to move her hips
against him. Trace could feel himself straining inside
his boxers as Jackie rubbed her panties against it. He
nervously looked at Manny.
But Manny was grinning from ear to ear. He quickly put
some music on the CD player as Jackie began her tease.
She took Trace’s hands and placed them on her bottom
where they would be away from her sensitive nipples.
Trace could feel the heat in his hands as he squeezed
the soft flesh of Jackie’s butt cheeks through the thin
material of her panties. Jackie’s bare breasts, right
in front of him, bounced in time to the music. He kept
trying to grab one in his mouth but she always seemed
to move away just in time. He could feel Jackie’s pussy
through the thin undergarments as she ground it into
his cock.
Jackie knew that making Trace cum wouldn’t be all that
hard. But she wasn’t sure how soon she wanted it to
happen. She looked at Trace. He wasn’t going to last
long. She looked at Manny. He was like a kid in a candy
store. The excitement was getting to her too. She had
already soaked her panties and she could hardly feel
the thin material between the two of them as she rubbed
herself along the length of Trace’s hardened manhood.
Jackie gyrated her hips, more of a dry hump then a lap
dance, while Trace held her ass tight and pulled her
closer to him. She could feel him, fully erect, his
breathing getting heavier. Jackie was dripping wet. She
too was aroused. She felt that wonderful feeling
building inside her.
There hadn’t really been any rules, there had only been
a silent understanding that nothing was really going to
happen. But as the excitement built, the inhibitions
dropped and the rules got thrown out.
Trace moved his fingers from Jackie’s ass to her
nipples. To Jackie, it felt like an electric current
rippling through her body. From deep in her throat she
let out a moan, and before she could regain control,
Trace had covered one of her breasts with his mouth.
Manny watched in amazement. He knew his wife well. He
knew the sounds and the look on her face. He knew this
wasn’t going to stop with a harmless lap dance.
With Trace’s mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the
other, Jackie lost control. She feverously dry humped
Trace’s cock with her pussy. Manny was so overtaken
with lust that he had his hand in his pants. Jackie and
Trace gyrated their bodies against each other. Trace’s
mouth came up for air but was met by Jackie’s open
mouth and moist tongue. It was more than Trace could
take. As Jackie hungrily devoured his tongue, Trace
erupted with a shattering orgasm. Jackie shuddered as
she reached a peak. The two of them clung to each other
tightly as the feeling gradually subsided.
As Trace regained his composure, Jackie looked at
Manny. She wanted more and she stared longingly at the
bulge in Manny’s pants. Manny had never seen his wife
with another man. This was a hot new experience. He
felt some twinges of jealousy but there was no denying
his aroused state. Watching Jackie bring Trace to an
orgasm had been about all he could take. When Jackie
looked his way he was about ready to rip off his pants
and take matters into his own hands.
Jackie got up from Trace’s lap and yanked Manny off the
small cushioned couch. She ripped off her soaking wet
panties and dragged Manny down to her on the floor of
the cockpit. Manny wasn’t resisting. He wanted her as
much as she wanted him. Working together, they got him
out of his pants quickly and he plunged his hardened
tool into her sopping wet love nest. It was a good
thing he had cum twice the night before or it would
have been over in seconds.
He slammed into her again and again. She raised her
hips off the deck and met his thrusts. His balls
slapped against her as he jammed himself into her
deeply. This was not love making. This was animalistic
sex, two aroused human bodies satisfying one another.
She came, this time a little more intensely than
before, but still leaving her wanting more. They didn’t
stop. They slowed the pace and continued with slower,
more deliberate strokes. Manny began massaging her
nipples as she dug her nails into his ass cheeks.
They continued as if Trace wasn’t there, but he was. He
had come back to life. He was standing near them in his
boxers with his semi hard cock sticking out. This was
more exciting than anything he had ever seen in the
movies. Jackie looked over and saw Trace watching them.
Jackie put her hand out toward Trace and as he stepped
closer she took his cock in her hand and pulled it
toward her mouth. Trace knelt on the deck beside
Jackie’s head and she closed her lips around his cock.
Manny was watching and thought, "Oh my God! This is my
lovely wife, the mother of my children, with my cock
inside her, driving her mad, and my best friend’s cock
hardening in her mouth."
The sight and the thought of it was too much for Manny.
He pushed into Jackie as far as he could go. His whole
body went rigid. Jackie locked her legs around his and
tightened her inner muscles onto his cock. His head was
thrown back; his eyes were closed and his mouth opened
wide as he pumped his sperm into her. He was completely
spent. His body went limp.
Manny dragged his lifeless form off his wife and lay
flat on his back on the deck of the boat, still panting
from the shattering orgasm he had experienced. Animal
instinct took over. Trace slid his cock out of Jackie’s
mouth and took Manny’s place between her legs. He
briefly teased her pussy lips with the head of his cock
and then entered his friend’s lovely wife. He had often
imagined what it would be like to be fucking Jackie but
no amount of imagining could have ever equaled the
reality. Jackie responded with soft moans and whispers
of how close she was to cumming again.
Trace moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then
increasing the tempo. He licked on one of her nipples.
She dug her fingers into his ass. Manny could not
ignore the sounds of sex right next to him. He rolled
toward Jackie and put his mouth on her other nipple.
"Oh my God!" Jackie yelled as both nipples were sucked
at the same time, "That’s incredible. Please don’t
stop, either of you."
Her back arched and her vagina tightened. Jackie was
experiencing wave after wave of rippling orgasms. They
seemed to go on forever as Trace continued to fuck her
hard. Manny was nibbling on one breast while Trace was
gently biting on Jackie’s other nipple. Trace could
feel Jackie’s lustful writhing and he too exploded,
this time inside his friend’s wife.
They all just lay there a few minutes, quietly catching
their breath. They were all worried. Maybe they had
gone too far. Jackie laid her head on Manny’s shoulder
and asked if he was okay.
Manny hugged her and said, "This has been the most
exciting adventure of my life. It couldn’t have been
any better."
The three of them smiled at each other and enjoyed the
afterglow of the incredible passion they had just
exchanged.
A few hours later they entered the Abaco chain and
headed for Marsh Harbor. Tonight they would be docked
and have dinner in a restaurant. Tomorrow, as the sun
rose over the Atlantic, they would take the puddle
jumper flight to the mainland, and from there, they
would fly home to North Carolina. The adventure was
over.
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