Carrie shrugged—true enough. Besides, she didn’t want to let Amy and Cole’s presence start turning her shy just when she’d broken free of that shell. And clearly, the whole point of the extravagant piece of jewelry was to decorate bare breasts. “You’re right. It’ll be a nice little surprise for him when he gets back on the boat.” With that, she reached behind her neck to untie her top, and Shay pulled the string on Carrie’s back.
As the top fell away, her breasts felt super-sensitized and far prettier than usual given the delicate chains and charms that lay about her curves. Bracing her hands behind her, she leaned back to soak up the sun, thrusting her breasts out just slightly—aware that, unbidden, she wanted Shay and Amy to look at them. Although she closed her eyes, she knew her rosy nipples jutted up in hard, sexy nubs.
“What did you have painted on yours?” Amy asked.
Carrie opened her eyes and smiled. “A chain of daisies.”
Amy smiled back. “Sounds pretty.” She glanced from Carrie’s chest to her own, and looked up sheepishly. “Should I take my top off, too?”
Shay answered before Carrie could even concoct a reply. “Why not? Looks like you’ve got killer boobs and I’m sure it would give your guy a thrill to climb back up here and see them.”
Amy’s face appeared to color just slightly. “I guess I was thinking I feel like a prude to be the only one of us wearing a top, and I’m definitely not that.”
“Cole seemed to enjoy you getting topless on the Party Barge, so I’m sure he’ll like it here, too,” Carrie said.
Naturally, this caught Shay’s attention. “You did the Party Barge?”
When Amy bit her lip, still looking surprisingly shy, Carrie could only guess she could sense Shay’s attraction to women and that it might be the first time she’d experienced it.
“She won the wet t-shirt contest.”
“Oooh, now that I’m sorry I missed.”
Still looking sheepish, even though she cast a small smile, Amy glanced down to her chest, her nipples poking at the black bikini top, and reached behind her back to undo it. “Well, don’t worry, I’ll end the suspense and you won’t feel like you missed anything.” A moment later, she said, “Get ready,” and ceremoniously yanked her top away and tossed it in the air with a small yell. Clearly embracing the moment now, she turned toward the girls and jiggled her boobs, which were just as big and round and perfect as Carrie recalled from her balcony voyeurism.
“Mmm, my pussy just went wet,” Shay said.
Obviously embarrassed, but laughing, Amy covered her eyes for a moment as she drew her knees up to her chest.
Just then, when Carrie least expected it, Shay reached to spread suntan lotion over her breasts—her fingers pressing in warm, wet arcs over the soft flesh. Glancing down to watch, she let the unexpected pleasure swirl through her, resulting in a hot surge between her thighs. To think, just a couple of days ago, the same act had made her nervous, uncertain—and days before that, it would have been unthinkable. Now, it was just another means of experimenting with pleasure.
Part of her wondered how shocked Amy might be—but again, this was the same woman who was pleased to find out Carrie had watched her have her brains fucked out while wearing nothing but a few straps of black leather. Thus, she looked up at her as Shay continued sensually rubbing in the sunscreen. “You’d better put some on, too.”
Amy gave her a soft grin, reaching for her beach bag and pulling out a bottle. “But I’ll, uh, put on my own.”
“Party pooper,” Shay said with a teasing frown.
Within a few minutes, the girls were all slick with sunscreen, lying back on their towels to soak up the rays while music—something old by the Talking Heads—played on the radio Chris kept on board. As the waves shushed up against the boat, and the sea air and coconut-scented lotion met Carrie’s nose, she relaxed and enjoyed the serenity of the moment. She realized she was glad Shay hadn’t taken her touches any further, because—although the physical sensations they produced were undeniably pleasurable—she didn’t feel the same sense of passion, of truly wanting it to happen, that she felt in Chris’s presence.
* * * * *
“Well, what do we have here?” Chris’s voice boomed, jolting Carrie from a sun-lulled doze. She opened her eyes, holding up a hand to shield them from the sun’s brightness. She found Chris, dripping wet, his fins dangling from one hand as he smiled down at them—at her specifically. “This is paradise.”
Cole approached behind him, hesitating when he saw them all, before breaking into a lusty grin. “Paradise indeed. I’m beginning to see why you couldn’t bear to leave this place.” Then he gently nudged his wife’s thigh with his wet foot.
Amy opened her eyes with a start, then smiled up at him. “Surprise. Key West seems to be rubbing off on me.”
He stooped down beside her, looking thoroughly pleased by her toplessness. “Remind me to plan all our vacations for places where nudity is encouraged,” he said in a low, heated voice.
Amy sat up, bringing their faces close together. “So you like me like this, huh?” she asked just audibly enough for Carrie to hear.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he growled. “You look like some wild college girl on spring break, ready to get it on with her friends.”
She laughed softly. “Afraid that’s where I draw the line, lover.”
He gave her a sensual grin. “That’s okay. It still made me hard and happy.”
“Mmm,” she purred, whispering something about taking care of that a little later, and Carrie’s pussy shivered with anticipation. Like so many other surprises about herself this week, apparently wanting to watch wasn’t just a one-time thing.
Grabbing up towels, the guys stretched themselves out on the deck as well, their tan bodies drying quickly beneath the sun, their hair almost as fast. Although Carrie fell back into relaxation mode, that mode included peeking up more than once to let her gaze drink in the two gorgeous male bodies lounging so sleek and sexy before her. For the first time since meeting Amy and Cole, she found herself having the faint wish that Amy did want to share Cole, that she could experiment with his body as well as Chris’s. The desire nearly made her quake. Maybe her playful suggestion to Chris about being with two guys at once wasn’t just joking. After all, she’d been open to just about everything else Key West had to offer. Not that it mattered at the moment, since Cole was off-limits, but the notion kept her mildly aroused as they all lay quietly soaking in the sun.
Finally, she heard someone rummaging around and sat up to see Chris hauling out a cooler of sandwiches and chicken, along with a bag full of snacks and chips and the big container of rum punch they’d mixed earlier.
“Lunchtime,” he announced, and they all proceeded to pass around the chicken and chips as Chris filled plastic cups with ice and punch.
Part of Carrie could still scarcely believe this was her—sitting on a boat in the middle of the ocean, nearly naked, yet totally at ease, eating and drinking with friends. She couldn’t help sparing a thought for Jon, wishing he could see how little their breakup had affected her, and another for her sisters, who would surely applaud her behavior, even if Liz might be a little shocked.
She ate two pieces of fried chicken and some corn chips, and drank three or four cups of punch, as the sun had made her thirsty. By the time lunch drew to a close, she sat with Chris, her legs resting atop his. She absently stroked his calf with the toes of one foot and they exchanged casual kisses as they talked with the group about everything from breast painting and rum punch to lake effect snow and jobs in the financial sector, something Amy and Cole had in common with Chris—before he’d headed south.
As talk turned to Chris and Shay working at the Lazy Lizard and on the various boats, Cole sat up on one of the upholstered benches that ran the length of the boat, and Amy stretched out next to him, resting her head on her husband’s thigh. Carrie noticed his hand, at first lightly caressing her belly, had soon moved up to gently stroke the undersi
de of one breast.
By the time he began stroking his thumb across her nipple, conversation ceased, so that the only sound was the waves crashing against the two hulls and the music from the radio. As Amy peered up at Cole, Carrie thought the looks they exchanged could have set the boat on fire.
Next to her, Chris tensed slightly, then slid his arm around her waist. She snuggled closer, letting her bare breasts press cushiony and flat against the side of his chest. Her nipples began to tingle with need when Cole brought his other hand around to caress his wife’s breast while gliding his newly freed fingers down into the front of her bathing suit bottoms. Amy’s pelvis rose to meet his touch immediately, and she let out soft, airy moans as he commenced stroking her pussy.
Carrie’s own cunt grew warm watching.
“Take them off,” Cole said, withdrawing his hand from the clingy fabric, his low, commanding tone reminding Carrie of the night she’d watched them on their balcony. They were such nice people that she’d sort of forgotten their inclination toward domination and submission.
Without hesitation, Amy stood up, facing her husband and turning her back to the others. Hooking her fingers into the elastic straps at her hips, she smoothly pushed the bikini bottoms down, bending at the waist to give them a hot peek at her slit, reminding Carrie it was as naked as her own and Shay’s.
Stepping free of the bottoms to leave her in nothing but her gold waist chain, she walked to Cole and knelt before him, reaching for the band of his swim trunks.
“You want what’s inside here, baby?” he crooned, low and potent.
She nodded vigorously, tugging on the trunks until he lifted his ass enough to let her pull them down.
Carrie fought to hold in a gasp at the sight of his shaft. Seeing it in the light of day brought home to her all over again just how massive it was. Another faint, fleeting vision flashed through her mind—an image of Chris and Cole together, naked, their huge cocks gently touching each other, rubbing together. Her pussy swelled further.
Across the boat, Amy wrapped her fist around Cole’s erection, then lowered her mouth onto it, taking several inches inside.
“Aw, baby,” Cole purred. “That’s right. Suck it for me.”
Cole’s hands pushed through Amy’s long hair, pulling it back from her face to give them all a better view of her task. She released low, sexy moans as her lips moved up and down on his large rod. As her strokes became more heated and energetic, Cole began to moan, his hands tangling tighter in her hair. Even over the music and the sound of waves, Amy could be heard slurping wetly on the tremendous hard-on and Carrie knew her bikini bottoms had to be soaked by now.
By the time Amy lifted her head, letting his cock fall back against his stomach, Carrie was fully aroused, her entire body primed for sex. She shifted slightly next to Chris, curling in tighter against him, lifting a soft kiss to his neck. When their gazes met, heat and promise glimmered in his eyes, making her breasts ache with need. He lifted one hand to gently toy with her hard, pink nipple, twirling it lightly between his fingertips. Glancing past him, she found Shay leaning back against the bench opposite Cole and Amy, legs spread apart, gently fingering herself through her bikini bottoms as she watched the scene unfold.
“Spank me,” Amy said suddenly, making Carrie gasp.
Cole’s eyes lit with fire. “Are you a bad little girl?”
Amy issued another hearty nod. “Very bad. I keep sucking your cock in front of other people.”
“Bend over my knees,” he instructed.
Climbing onto the bench beside him, Amy lay across his lap, centering her round ass there.
Carrie pulled in her breath at the first slap of his hand. Amy’s cry was clearly one of pleasure rather than pain.
He slapped her ass harder, and Carrie almost felt it echo through her own body.
“More,” Amy insisted. “Spank me more!”
As Cole complied, delivering blow after passionate blow, the collective temperature on the boat seemed to rise and the hot sun had nothing to do with it. Amy yelled out at each smack of his hand until Carrie saw her ass turning red.
While spanking her, Cole brought his other hand up to her ass, as well, his fingers sinking into the crack where Carrie couldn’t quite see. Within a second, Amy’s cries turned whimpery and erratic and Carrie knew he must be rubbing her asshole, even as he continued spanking her.
Carrie watched his hand as more of it disappeared from sight and she knew he was pushing his fingers into the tight little fissure. The sight reminded her she’d seen Amy take a full dildo in that same hole. Amy’s breath was wild and ragged, her body writhing with uncontrolled motions as she sobbed with what appeared to be staggering pleasure. As Cole spanked her now, he clearly slid two fingers in and out of her ass, and Carrie could almost feel the insane joy of it herself, knowing how utterly arousing that could be.
When she glanced up, Chris looked equally as riveted by what he saw, and Shay’s hand now sank down into her bottoms, her eyes glazed as she watched.
“Fuck me,” Amy began to beg, breathless. “Please fuck me.”
“Not yet.” Cole’s voice sounded firm and commanding—only his eyes gave away the intensity of his excitement. “Stand up,” he demanded, withdrawing his fingers from her ass as he ceased the spanking. “On the bench,” he added. “Straddle my face so I can lick your hot pussy.”
Amy didn’t hesitate, hurrying to follow his instructions. Parting her legs across him, she gripped tight to the railing at her waist and bent her knees until her cunt pressed over his mouth.
Both of them let out moans at the first impact and without even considering it, Carrie slid her hand up Chris’s thigh, onto his erection, huge and hard beneath her palm.
She saw the heated reaction reshape his face into something feral.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” she whispered.
Drawing her into a kiss, his touch inched down her inner thigh, making her pussy crazy with want.
Across the boat, Amy fucked Cole’s face, rolling her hips so that her cunt met his mouth in a warm, sexy rhythm. She moaned with each impact, and as Carrie watched her ass undulate, she only wished she could see the scene from the other side.
She drew Chris into a hard, passionate kiss, firmly massaging his cock in time with Amy’s cries. He felt so incredibly big beneath her hand that she had to have more, so as they kissed, she tugged on his trunks, urging him to lift until, together, they pulled the shorts down, freeing his massive shaft. Carrie pulled in a deep breath when she saw it. It was so big that each time she got reacquainted with it felt almost new. She closed her fist around it, anxious to feel its width, its inherent power.
Only when Amy let out a sob did they look back up to see that Cole had just reinserted two fingers into her asshole again. Carrie went wet at the ultra-erotic sight of his big fingers moving in and out of the puckered fissure. Now Amy’s cries were back to being uncontrolled and wild, and Carrie watched intently, thinking how exciting it was to see Amy be pleasured so intensely that she’d become the most animalistic form of herself, clearly lost in the sensations and unable to reclaim any control so long as her clit and ass were being worked simultaneously. As she got more and more caught up in the action, Carrie ran her hand up and down Chris’s length, wanting desperately to suck him, to fuck him, but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the other couple.
“Oh God!” Amy yelled. “Now! Now! Now!”
Carrie watched as Amy crashed her pussy into her husband’s face, yelling out with each stroke, and her own cunt pulsed as if it were she fucking Cole’s mouth. She held onto Chris’s cock tighter, feeling so hungry for him that she finally pulled her gaze away from Amy to sink her lips over the pink head of Chris’s shaft. The taste and moisture of his pre-come met her tongue, filling her with even more desire.
“Ah, angel baby,” she heard him moan above. “So good.”
Having Chris fill her mouth with that beautiful cock nearly made her forget Cole and Amy even
existed. All she knew was the powerful fullness between her lips, pushing back toward her throat as she moved her mouth along his length. One of Chris’s hands tightened in her curls as the other began to warmly caress her ass through her swimsuit. Kneeling next to him, she wiggled her butt to let him know she liked the attention she was getting there.
“So fucking good, baby,” he breathed. “Mmm, suck me.”
She found herself wondering if Amy and Cole were watching and she hoped they were, suddenly all too aware of the forbidden heat of wanting an audience of her own. She wanted them to see her mouth sliding up and down, wanted them to see how skilled she was, how much she enjoyed taking him between her stretched lips.
“Is this a private party?”
Without releasing the cock from her mouth, she glanced up to find Shay, totally naked now, kneeling on the other side of Chris’s legs.
Yes, she wanted to say. He’s all mine.
No. That answer was somehow just as appealing. Because she wanted no limits—wanted to keep proving to herself and Chris that her sexuality had no bounds now.
She slowly rose up, freeing him from her lips. She held it out to Shay, like an offering. “Suck him. I want to watch you suck him.”
It was true. She again wanted to give him what was surely a man’s ultimate pleasure—two women at once.
Sitting up next to him, they both watched as Shay flashed a hot smile before lowering her mouth greedily over Chris’s giant cock. When he pulled in his breath, Carrie’s pussy spasmed with pleasure. His pleasure.
Across from them, Amy and Cole sat watching as they fondled one another, and Carrie’s cunt engorged even more, feeling certain now that they’d seen her sucking Chris. She returned her gaze to Shay’s hungry oral display—Chris’s dick disappearing into her mouth with each vigorous, sucking stroke. Carrie couldn’t help reaching down, wrapping her hand around his base, holding him up for Shay’s ministrations.
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