by Lexi Archer
I licked my lips. This was definitely going someplace interesting.
Once everything was tied down Matt popped over and gave my boat an appraising look. And then he gave Madison another appraising look as well. She was staring at him the entire time, and I thought I almost saw her shiver under his gaze. Then he turned back to me and smiled, held out his hand to shake mine.
"Damn fine!" he said.
I wasn't sure whether he was talking about the boat or my wife, and I wasn't going to press the matter. Either way, I was flattered. And maybe a little turned on if it was my wife he was talking about.
"Not so bad yourself man," I said, looking over his boat and the women on it. He followed my gaze, and I deliberately didn't mention whether I was talking about the boat or some of the women on it.
"What can I say Derek?" Matt said. "One of the great things about life is living out here and getting to enjoy some of the scenery, right?"
"Right!" I said. "I can't wait until I actually have a house out here like you."
He turned back to me. "You don't?"
"Not exactly," I said. "We're a short walk away from the marina, but I can't afford something actually on the water. Not yet."
Matt turned around and looked at Madison again. His eyes traveled up and down her body. That was a look that said he was thinking about all of the terrible depraved things he would like to do to my wife, and rather than getting pissed off I was just getting turned on by that look. Damn!
"Well we might just have to fix that. Won't we?" He slapped me on the back and laughed. "But enough about that. Let's head over to my boat. This thing is nice, but I've got more room, and the drinks are on me!"
I wasn't going to argue with that. So I followed him and stepped over to his boat. Although it would be more accurate to say we climbed up, since his sat higher in the water. I was turning to help Madison get up, but Matt got there before me. His hand reached out and locked with hers, and I stared in rapt fascination as they touched for the first time. Both seemed to jump at that touch, as though they'd been hit with a live electric wire touching one another. Then he was pulling her up, and it was obvious from the way he was staring that he was enjoying getting an eyeful. From the way she was blushing it seemed Madison was enjoying him getting an eyeful as well.
I thought back to the conversation we had before we came into the cove, and I found myself wondering how close that was getting to reality.
Once Madison was up on the boat they stood there for a moment staring at one another. It was as though I was completely forgotten for that moment, but it was also a moment in which I was more than happy to be completely forgotten. My cock was throbbing as I watched the scene playing out. As I watched him staring down at my wife, enthralled by her sexy body, and I saw her equally enthralled. I found thoughts I'd been having while we were getting underway earlier this morning being magnified by a hundredfold watching that fantasy take place right in front of me. It was hotter than I could have imagined, as fucked up as that sounded.
I almost thought that it might go farther right there. It seemed as though they were on the brink of leaning into one another, and rather than trying to stop it I found myself silently encouraging them to lean forward. To deliver on the promise of that moment. But then a voice rang out and the moment was shattered.
"Oh my God, Madison!"
The moment, if there had been a moment developing and it wasn't just wishful thinking on my part, was instantly shattered. I turned to the sound of the voice, even as Matt and Madison also turned to that high-pitched squeal.
My mouth dropped. I suddenly felt the way Madison must have felt a moment ago when she was staring at Matt for the first time. The woman who was coming towards us, bouncing towards us would be a more accurate description, was a fucking goddess in a light blue bikini. I'm pretty sure she was one of the girls I'd seen on the boat earlier, though I couldn't be certain. She bounced over and wrapped Madison up in a hug that sent other thoughts racing through my mind. Thoughts of my wife with another woman rather than of my wife with another man.
Damn!
"Samantha?" Madison asked. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same of you! How do you know Matt?"
Well I suppose that answered at least one question. At least one of the girls on this boat was actually here with Matt, and not just a transplant who'd come over from another boat. And she looked like the kind of girl that Matt would get with. Almost as gorgeous as Madison, with blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders. She had larger tits than Madison, but she also had a curvy body to go right along with it. And she was slim and toned in all the right places. Gravity had absolutely nothing on her.
In short, she looked like a voluptuous fucking model, and I found myself drooling. If my jaw could hit the floor then it would. And from the way Madison looked over to me and smiled it seemed that wasn't lost on her.
Not that I cared. After the way she'd been drooling over Matt I figured I got at least one freebie staring at a hot girl.
"I'm here with my husband," Madison said.
The look on Samantha's face changed almost immediately. She lit up and turned to look around the boat. Her eyes fell on me and her smile grew even wider. And then much to my delight I found her bouncing across the boat and wrapping me in a huge hug as well. I was so caught by surprise that I reacted to the hug before I could think about my wife standing right there watching me.
I wrapped my arms around her, and she felt so nice. Her skin was so warm. Her tits felt so incredible pressing against me, and I thought I could feel just a hint of hardness as her nipples pressed out from her bikini top.
I realized too late that also meant she'd be pressing against my hard on. It moved up between our bodies, and then it was pressing against the slip of material separating me from her pussy. I was suddenly painfully aware of how close my cock was to that heaven, and there was absolutely no doubt she could feel my cock pressing up against her incredibly hot body.
She pulled away, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck and, I noticed, also keeping her lower body pressed against my cock. She smiled up at me and winked.
"He's every bit as hot as you said Madison! Good job!"
And then she pulled away and I found myself rapidly having to reconfigure my suit so it wasn't completely obvious that I had a raging hard on. Of course it had already been there, but I figured Madison might be looking for it now that her hot friend had been pressing up against me like that.
Samantha moved back over to Madison and the two of them walked to the front of the boat where they sat chatting with one another about whatever. I wasn't going to intrude, but I did enjoy watching the two of them together. Both of them looked so damn hot, and the two of them sitting there together looking damn hot together was almost creating a blinding hotness.
I felt someone come up beside me and looked to see Matt. I glanced around and it looked like we were the only ones on the boat now. The other bikini clad hotties had either decided it wasn't worth it to try and compete with my wife and her friend or he'd shown them the door while I was busy being distracted by Samantha pressing that incredible body against mine. Either way, it was just the four of us now.
"Damn man," he said. "You certainly have some hot friends!"
Once again he was doing that thing where he was saying one thing but it sure as hell sounded like he meant another. For example, right now he was staring at the front of the boat and he was talking about friends while looking at Samantha, but the way his gaze kept shifting to Madison made it pretty obvious that he was staring at my wife. It was pretty damn obvious she was the one he was drooling over. And I didn't really mind. That was actually pretty fucking hot.
I looked to Samantha again. I thought about her body pressed against mine. I thought back to that conversation I'd had with Madison earlier. I wondered if this was going into a far naughtier place than I ever would have imagined when I started up the boat to this morning.
"Ye
ah," I said. "My wife certainly has some pretty fucking hot friends."
The question was, would I get a chance to fuck some of her fucking hot friends? One in particular was running through my erotic imagination right now as I stared at Samantha's dangerous curves, though in this case it was a danger to my marriage rather than any hyperbole.
4: Innocent Swim
Matt sat in the driver's seat and I was sitting directly across from him chatting about the office when a giggle from the front distracted me. I pulled my attention away from the talk of financial reports to the two beauties sitting at the front working on their tan and chatting back and forth about whatever it was they had to chat about. Probably work at the hospital if they were anything like us.
Madison stood and Samantha very quickly followed. Both Matt and I sat there, him by the wheel and me in the co-captain's chair, or whatever the hell you called it, and stared slack-jawed at the two beauties arrayed before us. Madison looked absolutely stunning in her white bikini, and Samantha was equally gorgeous in her blue number. Both were a study in contrasts. Both were fit, but there was Samantha who was slightly more voluptuous than my wife who had a more petite but equally toned look.
Of course that didn't matter. Both of them were fucking gorgeous. So fucking gorgeous! My mouth watered just staring at the two of them, and once more I found thoughts of things that I would like to do to Samantha running through my head. Things that a good faithful husband shouldn't be thinking when he was looking at one of his wife's coworkers.
Yet. At the same time that I was staring at Samantha and thinking some thoughts that definitely were in violation of that whole "forsaking all others" vow, I could also see the look on Madison's face. I could see the way her eyes traveled up and down Matt's body. I could see the way her own mouth was parted, though it wasn't hanging open in quite the same way that Matt's eyes were as we looked at those two beauties. No, she was definitely looking at him with as much interest as I was looking at her friend Samantha.
And I was okay with that. If anything I was more than okay with that. If the way my cock was standing to attention was any indication then I was ridiculously okay with the way she was staring at my buddy from work.
Weird. I never would've expected that to happen when the day started, but I decided it would probably be best to just go with the flow at this point. What's the worst that could happen?
Well, the end of my marriage for one thing, but I was still too intrigued to stop it. I was definitely too turned on to try and stop anything. Besides, it was still nice and innocent. We were all just standing around and checking each other out. It hadn't progressed farther than that, and it probably wouldn't.
"I was thinking of going for a swim!" Madison said when she got back to us.
I looked out to the water. It wasn't water that looked particularly inviting, more brown and cloudy than blue or clear, but I suppose I would do it for her. Besides, I could always hope she might get a little up close and personal under the water while we were in there. It certainly looked dark enough that we could be in the water feeling each other up and nobody on the boat would be any the wiser. Yeah, that sounded like a really fucking great idea now that I thought about it in those terms.
"Going for a swim could be fun," I said.
Madison turned her attention to me for the first time. She'd been staring at Matt. She only had eyes for him. She smiled and then winked.
"Silly," she said. "I wanted to go for a swim with Matt here. Samantha was going to keep you company here on the boat!"
I blinked. I couldn't believe I just heard what I thought I was hearing. I'd just been thinking about how much fun I could potentially have with her sexy friend from work and now my wife was walking back here and handing that friend over to me on a silver platter? Talk about your all time opportunities.
My wife couldn't possibly be coming back here and actually putting something into motion that would make good on the casual flirtation we'd had earlier in the day when we were leaving the marina.
Could she?
"I'm okay with that if you are man," Matt said.
He was looking between me and my wife, but it was painfully obvious that he mostly had eyes for my wife. Eyes that were traveling up and down her body, and he wasn't even making any bones about trying to hide what he was doing. No, he was openly leering at my girl.
And again, rather than getting pissed off about it, rather than wanting to punch him off of his own damn boat for the way he was staring at her, I found myself more intrigued than anything else. Intrigued at the idea of a man staring at my wife like that. More than anything I was turned on by Matt in particular staring at my wife like that. He had his reputation, after all, and that reputation was running through my mind on repeat as I thought about the sort of things I'd like to see him do to my wife as I watched them staring at one another like a couple of shy teenagers at some high school dance or something. Unsure, but obviously wanting each other.
And I was so fucking hard. It was a damn good thing I was sitting down because otherwise my hard situation would be painfully obvious. And that got me to thinking about Matt. I glanced over between his legs and saw a veritable monster tenting there. He was making no effort to hide that thing at all! He definitely looked like he had a big one. Maybe bigger than mine, and I'd never gotten any complaints from the ladies if you know what I mean.
I glanced up to Madison and saw the way she was blushing as she looked down at him. I followed her gaze and realized she was staring straight at his cock. Her eyes were laser focused on that particular piece of his anatomy. If anything that made my own cock even harder.
Finally I looked up to Samantha. She was watching the interplay between the three of us intently. She looked between Madison and Matt, and then over to me. And if anything it was the look on her face when she looked over to me that sealed the deal. That made me decide to go ahead with it, as crazy as it sounded. She locked eyes with me, and she licked her lips.
Damn. I might still be imagining things, but that seemed like one hell of an invite.
Madison was grinning and watching the two of us. It seemed like everyone on the boat was staring in that pregnant silence after Madison made that offer. Everyone was waiting to see how the others were going to react. They were staring to see how everyone was reacting to being stared at by everyone else. And in that moment Madison's stare seemed to be encouraging, and so I decided to break the silence and live a little.
I shrugged. "Sure, why not? An innocent swim could be fun."
I made sure to put emphasis on the "innocent" part and Madison rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, sure man," Matt said.
Though none of his attention was on me. No, all of his attention was on my wife. On her body. He held out a hand and they stood. They went to the back of the boat. My eyes followed and I had a glimpse of him moving his hands down along her back, ostensibly helping her to keep balance but I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to touch her. He wanted his hands on her body, and I was in a place where I was more than okay with that.
Then with a giggle she jumped into the water. Matt turned and gave one last look at us on the boat, one last look at me in particular, and then he jumped in after her. I heard splashing on the side of the boat and it was obvious they were moving around to the side by the captain's chair he'd so recently vacated. I grinned and shook my head. That part of the boat was in between his and mine so they'd be blocked from the view of just about anybody in the cove. The only way they'd be seen is if someone was sitting in the captain's chair looking down from on high.
Which gave me an idea.
I casually got up and moved over to the captain's chair. It looked more comfortable, is all. It had nothing to do with the fact that it was overlooking where my wife was swimming and had a better view. No, none at all.
I stared down into that water and then I looked up and around us to make sure no one was watching. All over people were jumping in the water, splashing around, or ju
mping from boat to boat and generally having a grand old time. Only it seemed like we were off in our own little world. Both because we were off at one end of the flotilla, and because Matt's boat was big enough that it blocked them from view in the water down below while also being high enough that people down at water level couldn't see up unless one of us was peering over the edge.
And so I stared down as they splashed around just a little, and then it seemed that Matt decided to move in for the kill. I was in a position where they wouldn't be able to see me unless they looked up, but it didn't seem that Matt was in the mood to look up with what was right in front of him. No, he was focused on one thing and one thing alone: my wife.
He moved in close, so close that their bodies had to be pressing against one another. Only the water was so murky that I couldn't see anything much past their shoulders. Damn it. The only movement I could catch was their arms as they tread water, and after a moment it seemed like Matt was doing most of the treading for both of them. Their faces were just inches from one another, and it seemed pretty damn obvious their bodies were touching.
I could only imagine what was happening under the water where I couldn't see. I could imagine his cock, so big and so hard, pressing up against her pussy. I could imagine her feeling that in between her legs. I wondered how it felt, considering how it would probably be different from my cock in between her legs. Sure a cock was a cock, but she'd gotten used to mine. We were married and when we said our vows I figured that meant I was the last person who'd ever be getting a cock between her legs.
Only now that I was in this situation, now that I was watching her getting up close and personal with Matt, I realized that I definitely didn't have a problem with her having some fun with other people. It definitely wasn't the end of the world scenario that I would've imagined.
