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Sunrise



      In previous years the wives had tanned topless, however this year, Cara felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on. Carson and Dylan were talking and drinking beer in the boatís 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.

Dylan was especially watchful as his friendís wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back. Since Cara 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. Dylan 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, Dylanís wife, Ella, was not able to go. The others thought they should reschedule the trip, however Ella wouldnít hear of it. Ella teasingly asked Cara to watch out for Dylan.

"Donít worry. Iíll make sure he behaves," Cara 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 Cara had gotten on her bikini and laid on the deck, getting a little sun.

Around four, as the sun lost its tanning rays, Cara retied her top and announced that she would start some dinner. Carson 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 Dylan and saying "Sounds good. I might enjoy a few of my duties."

Carson laughed and quickly responded, "I didnít mean that!"

Cara and Dylan 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 otherís spouse, not even a pat on the ass. Well except for that one silly night when they got in bed with each otherís 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 Dylan offered the bedroom to them as he was alone anyway. At about ten, Cara and Carson turned in.

It had already been a long day and Cara was taking the two AM watch. She got into her normal sleepwear, panties and camisole, while Carson wore his boxers. They cuddled a while, but were tired from all the running around of the previous days and drifted off to sleep.

Cara woke about two AM and went up to the deck. The ocean breeze at night was a bit chilly so Cara had put on a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt.

Dylan thought, "It doesnít matter what she wears, she still looks sexy."

Cara and Dylan 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. Dylan 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; Carson relieved Cara who went below for her turn at some sleep. There was no room in the V- berth to change clothes. Cara stood in the main cabin where Dylan was sleeping, and took off her pajama bottom and sweatshirt.

Under the pajama bottom she had panties, but there was nothing under the sweatshirt. Dylan had his back to her and did not stir. She pulled a camisole over her head and climbed into the V-berth. Dylan 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. Cara and Dylan both woke up around the same time, about ten AM. They chatted in the galley as Cara 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 Carson on deck for coffee and breakfast. They talked, but Dylan had trouble paying attention to anything other than Caraís legs. However, Dylan did complain that he hadnít slept well on the hard bunk. Cara suggested he take a nap in the V-berth later in the day.

Dylan took the helm while Carson and Cara sunned themselves on the deck. Dylan watched Cara in her bikini with the top untied and remembered the second day of last yearís 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.

Carson had been below but he had come up to the cockpit just after it happened. He and Carson had talked at some length about how good the women looked. Dylan had listened as Carson told him how good Ella looked. And he had made it clear to Carson that Cara looked good enough to eat.

This year, as the sun set, Cara 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, Cara 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, Carson and Cara went below, leaving Dylan on watch.

Carson and Cara 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, cara 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. Carson 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.

Caraís hands caressed Carsonís 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 wouldnít lick her clit until she asked for it. He knew that for some reason she didnít 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 Carspm 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 Carsonís cock deep inside her. It was more intense that way, more intimate, as if it came from her soul.

Had Carson 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 Carson 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. Carson lost control and couldnít 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 otherís arms.

At two AM, the alarm went off. Carson was in a fog. He had set the alarm to waken Cara 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. Carson and Dylan chatted until Dylan was ready to get some sleep. Carson suggested that Dyalan might sleep better in the V-berth instead of the bunk. Dylan knew it wouldnít be a big deal to be in bed with Cara, at least not with both of them having their clothes on, but he was surprised by Carsonís offer.

Dylan politely said, "No, thatís okay. The bunk is not that bad."

But Carson insisted. He said, "Its not right for you have to sleep on that bunk. Besides, she is out cold. You couldnít wake her if you tried."

Dylan shrugged his shoulders and went down. He stood in the cabin wondering what he should do. He felt awkward. Carson was just being polite. Carson didnít realize that he shouldnít be quite so trustful. Dylan wanted to be a good friend, but the thoughts of Cara 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 Carson 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.

Carson slid into the bed with Ella, her back to him, and called out to Dylan, "We must have gotten the beds mixed up. This woman doesnít feel like Cara."

Ella pressed her backside up against Carson and let out a laugh.

Dylan escalated things a bit. Cara had her back to him but Dylan wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts. Before Cara had a chance to react, Dylan called out to Carson, "I agree. these breasts donít feel at all like Ellaís."

Cara was a bit surprised as Dylan 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."

Carson, not believing Dylan, but not to be outdone either, yelled out, "Iím going to put my hand in her panties and see if sheís shaved."

Although he made no move to actually do it, Ella sat up and said, "Okay, funís over. The little boys need to be in their own beds now."

The guys got up laughing and the fun ended. It hadnít lasted long but Dylan still felt a stirring in his pants when he remembered how good Caraís 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 Cara was going to make it real difficult to sleep. Dylan was trying to keep a respectful distance between them, but with their heads toward the bow, there wasnít much space between their upper bodies. If Dylan had known that Cara was still naked from her Ďquickieí with Carson, and that her bare breasts were just inches away from his chest, he could have never gone to sleep. But he didnít know that and eventually he drifted off.

As they slept, Cara shifted a little and felt the warm body of the man she thought was her husband. She snuggled up a little closer. Dylan had gone to sleep thinking about Cara 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, Cara awoke. She was still groggy with sleep but realized that it was Dylan that she was next to, not Carson. 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 carson knew that she and Dylan were in bed together. She wondered what could be happening. This was pretty erotic, being naked and in bed with Dylan. She didnít want to wake Dylan. She liked the way this felt, especially if it was okay with her husband. She went back to sleep without moving.

A while later Dylan 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 Cara. He didnít 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 Cara but he didnít 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 Caraís 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. Cara didnít sound like she was complaining but she did demand an explanation for how Dylan had ended up in bed with her. He told her about Carsonís offer. He also said that he was pleasantly surprised to find her naked. She told him how that had happened. Dylan reminded her of the brief moment last year when they were in bed for a minute or two. Cara smiled at the remembrance.

The situation, this year, was already pretty intimate so Dylan took a chance he normally would not take. He put both of his hands on her breasts and lightly caressed her nipples. Cara 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 othersí mouths. Dylan broke the kiss and moved his lips to Caraís nipples. He sucked on them and bit them gently with his teeth. Cara 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 Carson. Dylan couldnít get the scene out his head, naked with her hand around his dick, him sucking on her nipples. What if she hadnít stopped? Would he have stopped? He didnít think he could have.

Cara was probably talking to Carson about it right now, but how much was she telling him? What was Carson really thinking when he suggested Dylan should sleep with Cara? Surely he knew she was naked. Was he testing them? Had the friendship just been ruined? How was he ever going to face Carson? He dozed off to sleep with a million unanswered questions racing through his mind.

Carson had spent most of the watch thinking about Dylan and Cara in bed together. It had been his suggestion and it was an innocent one. After he did it however he had second thoughts. He couldnít help but think about how Cara likes to cuddle and does so in her sleep. He started to envision Cara in her panties and small top cuddling against Dylan.

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 wifeís body, mostly covered by the sheet, but pressed against Dylan. The sheet was low enough to see a portion of her breast. She was indeed naked.

Carson went back to the cockpit. He experienced a few odd thoughts. First was fear that when Cara awoke she would be quite pissed at him and it would ruin their trip. He also felt a bit jealous because Dylan, although sleeping, was enjoying his wifeís body. And what if they woke up? Could something happen? Carson 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 Ella.

Carson tried to think about something else to pass the time but it was difficult.

Cara came up to the cockpit. She was not a happy camper. She confronted Carson 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 Dylan.

Carson explained the circumstances and swore that he did not remember that she was naked. He told her he had felt bad about Dylan sleeping in the bunk and that since she was already asleep, no harm should come out of him sleeping in the V-berth.

Cara wondered if he was telling the truth. She knew Carson 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 Carson was hoping something might happen.

She also thought it might have been a test. Carson knew she always flirted with Dylan, as did Ella with him. Maybe Carso n was a tad jealous of her and Dylan 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 didnít 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.

Cara wasnít going to let her husband off easily. She wasnít Ďthrowing the dishesí 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 Dylan had at least shared a little moment. Carson was in for torture. This would be the last time he ever pulled this one.

Dylan wasnít 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 Cara 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. Carson handed him a cup of coffee from the pot he had just made.

Dylan could sense a bit of tension between Cara and Carson so he wanted to avoid the issue of last nightís sleep situation. However, Cara wasnít 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 wasnít lost on Carson and would be the first of many. Cara 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.

Cara 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 Cara stretched out on deck. After applying some light sun block she slowly took off her top. Carson and Dylan watched but pretended not to. She slowly put on additional lotion and lay on her back. She made general conversation with Dylan as she continued her cold treatment of her husband.

After about forty-five minutes Cara rolled over onto her stomach and called to Dylan. Dylan felt like he was walking on eggshells. He could feel the tension between Cara and Carson. Cara asked him to put a little lotion on her back, whereas on previous days she had always asked Carson to do this. Cara, laying face down with only her bikini bottoms, was a very fetching sight. However, with Carson watching, he had to be very careful about how he touched her. Dylan clinically applied the lotion, but still got slightly turned on from the look and feel of her nearly naked body.

Carson watched as Dylanís hands glided over Caraís bare shoulders and back. He tried not to show jealousy or anger, realizing that if he did, Cara 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 Cara sat up and said she wanted to go for a swim. She was still topless. Dylan couldnít 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.

Cara said she wanted to try it, and still dealing paybacks to Carson, asked Dylan if he would go with her. Dylan felt awkward and suggested that Carson go with her while he managed the boat. But Carson insisted that Dylan go while he handled the boat. Dylan acquiesced and threw out the stern line. He and Carson let some wind out of the sails and slowed the boat down to two or three knots while Cara lowered the stern ladder. She didnít bother putting her top back on.

As Cara prepared to go in she thought about Carson. 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 Dylan would be enough to make them even. Cara and Dylan 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. Cara 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 Cara holding on to Dylan. She was aggressive and was not about to slip off. She wrapped her legs around Dylanís and put her arms around his chest. Her wet breasts pressed against his back. Dylan playfully tried to throw her off but she hung on tightly. Then they changed positions.

Carson looked on in amazement. Their wet bodies were so close together. He could only see their upper bodies as the water hid everything else. Carson started to sense something different. He was becoming aroused. He wasnít sure if it was because he was watching his wife with Dylan or thinking of what fun he would be having if Ella were here.

Cara held the line and Dylan 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. Cara wasnít 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, Dylan 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. Cara 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.

Carson, as before, was watching. He could see Dylanís body against his wifeís and although they were mostly under water, he could sense that Dylanís hands at times were near Caraís bare breasts, and at other times, near her bikini bottoms. Carson wasnít angry. He was getting more excited. He enjoyed watching his wife and continued to think about how much fun he would be having with Ella here.

Then Cara slipped down a bit on the rope. Dylan thought Cara had let go of the line. He let go of her and grabbed the line with both hands. Cara put her arms around Dylanís 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. Gameís 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 Carson helped them into the boat, noticing that Caraís nipples were hardened and that Dylan 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 couldnít help wonder what had happened in the bed.

Once they were all back on the boat, Cara said, "Iíve got to get out of this wet suit." Of course she was only wearing the bottoms so she didnít have much to take off.

Carson threw her a towel and said, "Go for it!"

As Dyaln and Carson tightened the sails, Cara 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 Dylan hard and enough to make Carsonís excitement evident through his shorts. The men watched her every move. Cara 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 nightís sleeping arrangements,) while Cara 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.

Cara was feeling very aroused. Since waking up naked with Dylan and through the days teasing she had slowly become more and more aroused. She had stopped being cold to Carson 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. Carson still wanted to know what had happened when Dylan and Cara were in bed together, but didnít know how to ask. The conversation eventually came around to Dylanís birthday, almost a year before, just after their last cruise.

Dylan and Ella, who lived about fifty miles away, had gone to stay with Cara and Carson for the weekend. It was Dylanís birthday and they went to a restaurant for dinner. They had all ordered the nightís 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 werenít ready to go back home. Carson suggested an exotic dancer club where the entertainers gave lap dances. Carson and Dylan thought it was a great idea. The women werenít so keen on it but since it was Dylanís birthday they went along with it.

On the way to the club, they talked about how they were going to celebrate Dylanís birthday by getting him a couple of sexy lap dances. They kidded Dylan about needing his iron underwear to keep from splitting his pants.

It wasnít 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 girlís 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 Dylan wasnít 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. Ella and Cara said they wouldnít let the dancers do all that to them, and then they laughed.

After some sexy teasing, and even bribery, the deal was struck. Ella and Cara 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 werenít too intimidating. Cara and Ella were in the center of the "couch" with Carson and Dylan on either side. The music probably didnít 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,) Ella and Cara were both wearing slacks, so there wasnít going to be any exposed legs or panties. The dancers ground their faces between the womenís legs. Even with the slacks it was erotic, seeing Cara and Ella 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.

Ella and Cara smiled. The dancers were right; this little show was a dream come true for Carson and Dylan. The Ďgirls onlyí conspiracy made the women more comfortable with the situation. They relaxed and got into it.

The dancer with Cara had her hands roaming all over Caraís body. Cara looked at Carson and said, "Why canít 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 womenís faces and squeezed them into the middle of their exposed breasts. Dylan and Carson were excited by the erotic sight before them.

The women had said it wouldnít happen, and they had believed it wouldnít. But in the heat of the moment, it all seemed okay. The dancers, as if in unison, pushed the womenís 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.

Cara and Ella 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 womenís crotches as they lowered their mouths to the wives nipples, giving each of them a quick lick and suck. Cara, 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 Caraís 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 Cara wasnít quite ready for it. In one quick move the dancer unfastened the snap on Caraís pants; the zipper went down; and the dancerís hand went into the pants and onto Caraís panty covered lips and clit. Ellaís 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 Carson and Dylan paid the dancers and Cara and Ella rearranged their clothes, the men at the next table applauded their appreciation. The wives were wound up, more adrenaline rush then sexual excitement. Cara 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.

Cara 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 hadnít really been able to get a good view because the dancer was always in the way. Without really giving it much thought, Cara, 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. Cara pulled her top back down and said goodnight.

They drove home in silence. It was Carsonís car and he and Cara were in the front, Dylan and Ella 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 boatís cockpit, still, there was no discussion of what had or had not happened when Dylan had slept with Jackie the previous night. It was close to ten and Carson took Cara below, leaving Dylan alone at the helm.

Dylanís mind was racing with sexual images. He fantasized about having Caraís legs wrapped around his neck. He loosened his shorts and put his hand in to feel his manhood. The images came into focus: Cara teasing with the towel; his tongue on Caraís 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 Carson and others in the club watched; and the aftermath, glorious sex with Ella, 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.

Carson and Cara headed down to the berth to sleep. Cara was aroused by a day of sexual teasing. She had woken up naked with Dylan, then flirted with him and shared little feels in the water. She was on fire. She climbed in the bed with Carson and closed the door. She gave him a hot wet kiss and whispered to him, asking him to fuck her.

Carspm 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 didnít really understand it. He would ask her about it, but she would just say that she was feeling naughty.

Carson had suspected that on these nights she didnít 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 didnít 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. Carson, like Cara, 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. Carson 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, Carson started to soften. She whispered in his ear, "Donít take it out yet." Her tone became sexy and pleading, "One isnít enough tonight. Please, donít quit yet."

Carson 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 didnít 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 Carson kept his head buried between her legs she worked at sucking his cock back to life.

Carson was amazed at how she was acting tonight. He asked her, out of jealousy or out of excitement, he wasnít 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 Carson wasnít going to settle for her answer. He asked, "Are you sure it wasnít something else, like last night in bed, or today on the tow line, with Dylan?"

His question left Cara feeling a bit awkward. She didnít know how to answer. But Carsonís 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 Carsonís turn to wonder how he should answer. He could feel his cock growing and he knew it wasnít all from Jackieís 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 Carsonís dick. It was getting hard. Carsonís 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," Carson said, then went back to his ministrations. Carsonís tongue was exploring her insides, but the conversation was exciting as well. Cara was really getting hot, but she was also becoming afraid. She whispered, "I donít 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.

Carspm teased her clit with his tongue, then gave it a loving bite and said, "Iím not going to get mad. Just tell me about it."

Cara 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 didnít 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?" Carson asked.

"Well, I donít 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. Dylan is a good-looking guy." Cara stopped talking as she started to feel a little guilt with her arousal.

Carson had been softly teasing her clit while she stroked his cock. He assured her that he wanted to hear it all. He didnít 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 didnít last very long, only long enough for me to reach down and stroke his cock, like Iím doing to you. Then I felt guilty and nervous. I got up, got dressed and went to join you in the cockpit. Thatís all that happened."

Carson 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 donít you dare cum before Iím ready cause if you do youíll have to go up and relieve Dylan so he can come down and share the bed with me again."

Those words were almost enough to make Carson cum right then, but he held it off. She moaned and groaned things like, "Fuck me hard," and "Donít 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 hadnít been asleep for much more than an hour when the alarm went off. It woke both of them, but the alarm was for Caraís 2 AM watch. She hoped briefly that Carson would volunteer to take it, but then thought of Dylan getting into bed with her. She wasnít going to let that happen again. Carson hadnít had much sleep either and really wanted to stay in bed. Nonetheless, he was ready to volunteer for the watch when Cara jumped out of bed. She threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. As Carson went back to sleep, she made coffee and went to the cockpit.

It was an awkward situation for Cara and Dylan. 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, Dylan left Cara at the helm and went below.

Dylan was emotionally torn. As he tried to go to sleep on the bunk he thought of the intimacies he had shared with Cara. Even though the excitement of it was more than words could describe, he knew it shouldnít have happened, and he knew it would never happen again. He felt guilt and arousal at the same time. Dylan didnít know that his best friend had gotten really turned on when he was told about the encounter.

During the next few hours, as Dylan and Carson slept below, Cara was alone in the cockpit with her thoughts. She had told Carson about everything she had done with Dylan. Instead of angry words with each other, both had become sexually excited by the discussion. It had resulted in one of the best fucks Cara and Carson had ever had. If just talking about it had been so good for both of them, then it couldnít be wrong.

Cara 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.

Carson came into the cockpit a little after six. Cara had managed to keep herself awake visualizing her plan but was now half asleep and barely acknowledged Carsonís presence before stumbling down the companionway. She saw Dylan 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 Dylan was awakened by the sound of Cara taking her shower. She came out wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of panties. Dylan 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 hadnít been fooling her. As she turned around with the mugs she asked Dylan if he was ready for coffee. He blushed at having been caught and acknowledged that that sounded good. Cara grinned and turned away from him to pour the coffee. While her back was turned, Dylan 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 Carson. It was nearly an hour later when Cara started her little game. The three of them had shared the coffee, the muffins and some light conversation. Cara was still dressed in the sweatshirt and panties. She was brushing her freshly washed hair as she initiated the conversation about Dylan's birthday last year. She reminded the others that Dylan still hadnít gotten the lap dance that had been promised to him. Dylan said that watching Cara and Ella get the lap dances was more fun than any lap dance he could get.

Cara shook her head and said, "Wanna bet. Iím gonna give you a lap dance youíll never forget."

Dylan's cock jerked to attention as he thought about how great it would be. But he was confused. He couldnít imagine how this could ever happen, much less with Carson looking on. He didnít say anything. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open.

Cara added, "Its Carsonís idea. He bet me that I couldnít make you cum with a lap dance."

This was news to Carson. Sure, he had said Cara 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 Cara making Dylan cum. However, Carson thought he knew where she was headed. During their little fuck session last night they had both gotten really hot talking about what Cara and Dylan had been doing. Cara was about to create some real excitement and he wasnít about to do anything to stop her.

The men looked on dumbfounded as Cara removed her sweatshirt and stood in front of Dylan in just her panties. She unbuttoned and removed Dylan'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. Dylan could feel himself straining inside his boxers as rubbed her panties against it. He nervously looked at Carson.

But Carson was grinning from ear to ear. He quickly put some music on the CD player as Cara began her tease. She took Dylanís hands and placed them on her bottom where they would be away from her sensitive nipples. Dylan could feel the heat in his hands as he squeezed the soft flesh of Caraís butt cheeks through the thin material of her panties. Caraís 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 Caraís pussy through the thin undergarments as she ground it into his cock.

Cara knew that making Dylan cum wouldnít be all that hard. But she wasnít sure how soon she wanted it to happen. She looked at Dylan. He wasnít going to last long. She looked at Carson. 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 Dylanís hardened manhood.

Cara gyrated her hips, more of a dry hump then a lap dance, while Dylan held her ass tight and pulled her closer to him. She could feel him, fully erect, his breathing getting heavier. Cara was dripping wet. She too was aroused. She felt that wonderful feeling building inside her.

There hadnít 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.

Dylan moved his fingers from Caraís ass to her nipples. To Cara, 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, Dylan had covered one of her breasts with his mouth.

Carson watched in amazement. He knew his wife well. He knew the sounds and the look on her face. He knew this wasnít going to stop with a harmless lap dance.

With Dylanís mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other, Cara lost control. She feverously dry humped Dylanís cock with her pussy. Carson was so overtaken with lust that he had his hand in his pants. Cara and Dylan gyrated their bodies against each other. Dylanís mouth came up for air but was met by Jackieís open mouth and moist tongue. It was more than Dylan could take. As Cara hungrily devoured his tongue, Dylan erupted with a shattering orgasm. Cara shuddered as she reached a peak. The two of them clung to each other tightly as the feeling gradually subsided.

As Dylan regained his composure, Cara looked at Carson. She wanted more and she stared longingly at the bulge in Carsonís pants. Carson 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 Cara bring Dylan to an orgasm had been about all he could take. When Cara looked his way he was about ready to rip off his pants and take matters into his own hands.

Cara got up from Dylanís lap and yanked Carson off the small cushioned couch. She ripped off her soaking wet panties and dragged Carson down to her on the floor of the cockpit. Carson wasnít 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 didnít stop. They slowed the pace and continued with slower, more deliberate strokes. Carson began massaging her nipples as she dug her nails into his ass cheeks.

They continued as if Dylan wasnít 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. Cara looked over and saw Dylan watching them. Cara put her hand out toward Dylan and as he stepped closer she took his cock in her hand and pulled it toward her mouth. Dylan knelt on the deck beside Caraís head and she closed her lips around his cock.

Carson 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 friendís cock hardening in her mouth."

The sight and the thought of it was too much for Carson. He pushed into Cara as far as he could go. His whole body went rigid. Cara 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.

Carson 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. Dylan slid his cock out of Caraís mouth and took Carsonís place between her legs. He briefly teased her pussy lips with the head of his cock and then entered his friendís lovely wife. He had often imagined what it would be like to be fucking Cara but no amount of imagining could have ever equaled the reality. Cara responded with soft moans and whispers of how close she was to cumming again.

Dylan 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. Carson could not ignore the sounds of sex right next to him. He rolled toward Cara and put his mouth on her other nipple.

"Oh my God!" Cara yelled as both nipples were sucked at the same time, "Thatís incredible. Please donít 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 Dylan continued to fuck her hard. Carson was nibbling on one breast while Carson was gently biting on Jackieís other nipple. Trace could feel Jackieís lustful writhing and he too exploded, this time inside his friendís wife.

They all just lay there a few minutes, quietly catching their breath. They were all worried. Maybe they had gone too far. Cara laid her head on Carsonís shoulder and asked if he was okay.

Carson hugged her and said, "This has been the most exciting adventure of my life. It couldnít 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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