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.
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