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.