My wife and I live in Miami Florida. We both have very demanding and high pressure jobs, that keep us very busy and away from each other alot, so that we really enjoy our time together.
My wife and I have arranged our vacations so the we both get two off in the 2nd week of August. This gives us a chance to be together, and to relax and unwind from our busy work schedule. During this time, we love to get in our boat and head out into the waters of the Atlantic. We have travelled as far South as Haiti,and as far East as the Bahama Islands. To me there is nothing like being out on the ocean, with only the canopy of blue sky over head, and the vast ocean below, merging on the endless horizon, with only the sound of seagulls and the rolling waves, and being far from humanity, city life, and all the controls, the pressures, and cares that go with it. It is a feeling of total freedom.
Two years ago my wife invited one of her co workers to go along. Her name was Jill. She was a very attractive woman. She was also married. She brought along her husband Robert, and also her friend Susan. Susan is a tall redhead with long sexy legs and a fantastic ass. I knew that her addition would crowd the boat but with such an attractive package on board, I thought that a little over crowding would not hurt anything at all. We planned to travel out about three hundred miles directly east to a small island at the east end of the Bahama island chain that is called Caicos, at which point we would turn south, skirt the northern coast of Cuba, and then head back to Miami. Along the way there are lots of refueling stations, so we would not have to worry about running out of gas. We also brought enough food and provisions to last about a week. The night before our departure, Jill and her husband stayed the night at our house. We left at around sun rise, and after picking up Susan we drove down to the docks, where I had made arrangements for my car to be driven back home. we then loaded our provisions on board and set out.
We watched as the coast of Florida receded slowly into the distance until it disappeared as we went further into the opened waters of the Atlantic. For two days, nothing much happened, and occasionally Ichecked my compass and my charts to make sure that we were on course. We also did some fishing. I could tell that the women were getting board and that that they needed some kind of diversion, and I was even beginning to hope that we would pass some land. As we travelled further east, we begin to encounter some small islands, with sandy beaches and palm trees. These are all part of the group of coral islands that make up the Bahamas. After the fourth day I estimated that we were about two hundred miles from Caicos. The island encounters were becoming more frequent, and since the water here was becoming more shallow, we had to be careful to avoid hitting rocks. One of the islands was quite large. It caught my attention as it had not appeared on my charts, which made me wonder if we were not off of our course.
Most of these islands are uninhabited, except for a few visitors or fisherman, but as we rounded the island, I saw a boat anchored off shore. This raised my curiousity so I took out my binoculars and begin to peruse the the shore. I detected some movement on the beach. As we got closer, I could see a man and woman lying on the sand and in the throws of deep and passionate love making. We got to within about one hundred feet of them. With my binoculars, I could see them guite clearly. The man was atop the woman, and was fucking her really hard. I could see the moons of his ass going up and down as he rammed his cock into her, as she writhed beneath him. While I watched this scene, the women were all in the cabin, and Robert was lounging on the other side of the boat. I called out to them, and soon we were all gathered around watching. All eyes were riveted on the couple. Jill put her arms around her husband, and my wife was leaning against me. No one said a word but the expressions on their faces said enough. The couple seemed to have no idea they were being watched, and they probably would not have cared. They kept changing positions as they rolled in the sand, their mouths mashed in a deep kiss. Sometimes the man would be on top and sometimes the woman, as they moved in perfect sync with each other, their legs and arms intertwining, and their asses grinding and writhing together. I was the first to speak. "Now we have finally seen something," I said with a smile as I looked at my wife. "Yes but I would like to be doing what they are doing," my wife replied with a smile.
We watched them until we passed the island and they were no longer visible. The women and Robert went away smiling and soon things were back to normal. It was later that day that my wife suggested to me that we stop on one of these small island for a day or two, as Susan and Jill were getting quite bored from being confined so long to the cabin. I immediately took her up on this suggestion as I needed a little releaf myself. We traveled until we found an island that
looked suitable, then we anchored the boat and went on shore. After doing some reconnoitoring we concluded that it was uninhabited. It was a beautiful place, with white sandy beaches, merging into thick groves of palm trees, and other tropical plants, lying sereningly in the vast sea, and waiting just for visitors to walk on its sandy shores. It looked like a scene right right out of some dime store novel as we made our way along the beach . My imagination begin to run away with me. I thought of the couple making love on in the island, and sharing their most intimate moments, far away from prying eyes, except ours of of course. As these thoughts invaded my mind, my eyes followed the swing of the women's fines asses as they walked along the beach, and I begin to think of the many possibilies of us being alone on the island.
We picked a camp site about one half mile inland. We then transported all the necessary supplies from the boat and put them around the camp. This included our food supplies and our tents, as we would be there at least a couple of days. We also brought our rods and poles, as we planned to do some fishing, and during a further exploration of the island we found many varieties of edible tropical fruits to add to our diet. I left my wife and the other women at camp, while I joined Robert, for an exploration of the island. It definitely appeared to be uninhabited. We also discovered many different species of insects and animals, that appeared to be indigenous to the place, but nothing much larger than a mouse. We headed back to camp late in the evening and arrived just before dark. As we walked into the camp we inhaled the aroma of chicken and fish cooking over a fire, as the women greeted us with bright smiles, kisses and hellos. That evening we sat down to the most delicious meal, cooked with loving care by our wives. As the darkness of night decended on
the tropical island, we put more wood on the fire, then we all gathered around the camp. It was a beautiful clear tropical night, with the moon and stars clearly visible through the gently swaying palms. As we sat around the fire, it cast a bright flickering light on the faces of our little group. We talked, laughed and told stories up until around 10:00 PM. Then someone suggested that it would be nice to have a little music. Luckily we had a battery operated radio which could be recharged by the boat's generators. I turned it on and put a tape into the disc, and soon a loud rock rhythm was blasting through the camp. Suddenly Susan jumped up, and rushing into the middle of the circle, begin a very erotic dance. Everyone's eyes including mine, were rivited on her, as she undulated and swayed her ass in a circular and up and down motion to the beat of the music, her arms flailing and her auburn hair flying out as she whirled around. Then she slowed her pace, as her fingers pulled up the locks of her hair, then let it fall, as her hips rotated sentuously, her eyes casting lustful looks at us, drawing us under her spell and creating an aura of pure sexual desire. As she danced, the light of the fire flickered on her swaying from, throwing into brillant contrast, the writhing cheeks of her ass, and her bouncing breasts, as she swung her body in wild undulating movements, then in the climax of the dance, she begin rotating her ass faster and faster until the music concluded, then bowing, before running to take her sit, leaving all our mouth's hanging opened.
We spent the better part of the night just talking and getting better aquainted with each other. We discussed just about every subject we could think of. We even told some ghost stories. Eventually we got off on our careers and then our sex lives and about opened marriages and swapping partners the like. During this part of the conversation I noticed that Susan kept looking at me with the most seductive smile. I also noticed how my wife was eyeing Jill's hunk of a husband Robert, and in the light of the fire, it was not hard to tell who had the hots for who in this group. As my wife and I lay in our tent that night, I ask her if she liked the idea of fucking Robert. "Not anymore than you would like to fuck Susan," she answered with a smile. Quite honestly my cock got rock hard at just the thought.
dawned bright and clear. At around mid morning I decided to do some fishing and my wife accompanied me down to the water's edge. We didn't catch anything and about two hours later we decided to return. On our way back we took a different route. Here the landscape was somewhat more hilly and full of dense undergrowth and shrubery. We were only a little way from the camp when we detected movement in the trees ahead of us.