“Honey, are we going out Saturday night?”

“I suppose so. Seems like the thing to do.”

“Would you mind if Sandy tagged along?”

Now before I answered that question, a vision popped into my head. Sandy was one of Terry's friends. I think her only friend that was single. Now being single is bad enough, but to be beautiful and single is a deadly combination.

Sandy is about five foot eight with long black hair. She's thin. Even though she's thin, there is something about her body that draws men to her, myself included.

She has the body and is not afraid to show it. When you get Terry and sandy together you have quite the show.

“Not at all. I'd love to have her tag along.”

“Yeah, sure. You love to have her tag along just so you can ogle her.”

“Well, you have to admit she does have quite the body.”

“Yeah, I know how you like them. I’m just not thin enough for you.”

“Don’t cut yourself short. You have men drooling over you when we go out. You have your pick and you know it.”

“Well, seeing as you brought it up, that’s why she wants to go with us.”

“What, to pick up a guy?”

“She’s feeling a little down. I figured a little nightlife and being hit on would bring her around.”

“Can I hit on her?”

“Sure, be my guest. Just don’t try to bring her home.”

“Oh, right. I can’t remember when we had an FFM threesome. If my memory serves me, the last three were two guys. And one of those, I didn’t partake of.”

“Yeah, that’s right. You were out of state, but I did stream it live to you, remember?”

“Yes. Thank you for doing that. You did put on quite a show.”

“Anything for you dear.”

“Ok, so what would the two women like to do on Saturday night?”

“Do you think we could take the boat over to Newport?”

“Yeah, I think we could do that. She's pretty much ready to go. I have to do a couple of small things, nothing major.”

“That's great. I'll call her and let her know what we're doing.”

Saturday rolled around and I went down to the boat early to make sure that things got done and we were ready to go. Terry told sandy to come down to the boat early. She figured they could catch some sun before we had to leave.

I was waiting with bated breath and a hard-on for her to arrive. She didn't disappoint me. She walked down the dock just wearing her micro bikini.

I went… or ran, to the back to give her a hand in getting aboard. When she had to pick her leg up to get over the transom, the lips of her pussy were proudly displayed with the thin strip of cloth parting them. She saw me staring. She smiled.

“Thanks, Chuck. You look good without a shirt on.”

“Why, thank you, Sandy. You look good without… ah… you just look good.”

She laughed, “Where’s your lovely wife?”

“She had to run to the store for last-minute stuff.”

“Ah, good. How about a glass of wine. I want to talk with you.”

I didn’t know what she wanted but I poured the wine in record time. She waited outside and then came to sit at the bar. I pushed the glass over to her and before she picked it up, she reached behind her and I watched as her top slid down her arms to land in her lap.

“The boat is still clothing optional, right?”

“Ah, yes!”

“Well, I’m choosing the option to be topless. You alright with that?”

What could I say? I nodded my head up and down. her small tits were a thing of beauty. They were just a little larger than what would be proportional for her thin figure, but not large enough to look weird. Her nipples were hard, and she was either cold or excited because her areolas had puckered up and had goosebumps.

“Listen, Chuck. I know what Terry is trying to do. She thinks I’m lonely and need a man. Her exact words were, ‘you need a good fuck’. Well, I can always use a good fuck, but it’s not going to be from a stranger that I picked up in a bar. My sights are set higher.”

Saying that she reached over the bar and placed her hand on top of mine.

“Are you trying to seduce my husband?”

We both jumped. Terry got on the boat without making a sound.

“Oh, fuck honey. You scared the crap out of me.”

“Maybe I should have waited outside a few minutes longer.”

I didn’t like her tone and choice of words. Then she saw that Sandy was without a top on.

“Oh, Sandy. I hope you didn’t drive over here like that.”

“No, but I thought I’d beat you to it. you seem to always be topless on here.”

She didn’t say a thing, but put down the bags she was carrying and whipped her tank top off in record time. now I had two of the most beautiful sets of tits around.

I knew I could have one set without asking, but the other was going to be more of a challenge. Or so I thought. My wife was not to be outdone and when her top was history, off came the bottoms.

“Take that, you skinny slut.”

I don’t have to tell you what happened next. Now I had more than just tits, I also had two beautiful completely bare pussies to go along. Now I was behind the bar rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.

“Come here, hubby!”

I knew what was coming but couldn’t do anything about it.

“Just as I thought. Sandy? My husband has a hardon. Would you like to help me do something about it or just continue to tease him.?”

Sandy came over to me and standing on the other side from my wife, grabbed my shaft through my shorts and squeezed.

“Wow, Terry. Have you been feeding him something? I don’t remember him being this big. Yha know something? I think we should continue to tease him. Maybe it’ll get even bigger.

I told them that I was going to get underway so we could get to Newport early. They were laughing as I covered my hard cock going out the slider.

Terry put her suit on long enough to cast off the lines. Then while people were watching us leave the slip, she took off her top to the hoots of the men. Waved it over her head and went inside.

I got out in the bay and settled in for the short trip. Then I thought about our tradition of Terry sucking my cock shortly after we left the slip.

Sure enough, I heard her coming up the ladder. I turned to see both women completely nude.

“When I told Sandy about what I do every trip, she asked if she could watch. You don’t mind, do you?”

I didn’t have to say anything. they came and when I turned to face aft, I had one on each side of me.

“Sandy, would you be a dear and take off his shorts. I just want to give the big guy a kiss.”

The last thing I saw before my head was turned to my wife was Sandy slowly sinking down. then I felt her unsnapping my shorts and slowly unzipping me. My wife held the kiss long enough to hear my shorts hitting the deck. Then she went down and knelt next to Sandy.

“Oh, boy! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so big. Look at it bob up and down. we don’t even have to touch it.”

I wanted to scream out, fuckin touch it for christ's sake. They watched it bob for a minute and giggled. Then without warning my wife engulfed me completely. She started to move me in and out.

“That was something, Terry. Can you teach me how to do that?”

She started to mumble something before she let me free.

“Sure, Sandy. When we bring a guy for you onboard tonight, I’ll show you on him.”

“Hey! What about me? I need a little relief here.”

“Oh, that’s right. Well, how about we see what Sandy can do.”

Terry wrapped her hand around me and pointed it at Sandy’s mouth. She opened it and started moving her head, when.

“Naw. I don’t think so.”

And with that said, Terry pulled it away and continued to stroke me with her hand. She looked up at me with a big smile on her face.

“What do you say, Chuckie? Your ball’s full? Wanna cum?”

“Don’t play with me, and don’t call me Chuckie.”

“Ok, Chuck… ie!”

I wasn’t in the mood and she saw that in my face. She quickly took me back into her mouth and started putting her usual gusto into it. It wasn’t long before my balls were telling me that they needed to open the valve.

“You want me to tell you when I’m going to cum?”

“Yes, I want Sandy to… “

“Too late!”

I came without warning. The first jet hit her in her cheek and she quickly put me back in her mouth. After that, she held me with just the head in her mouth and pumped me until I was dry.

Then she did what most men only dream for. She kissed Sandy, and I watched as she opened her mouth to let her have some of my baby-makers.

The kiss lasted long enough for me to get my shorts on and check where the fuck we were. When they broke their kiss, Sandy said.

“That was good. Spicey, but good. Next time, can I sample it directly from the pipe, Terry?”

“Sure, Sandy. Just make sure you share.”

I told Terry to put something on and make sure the lines were ready. we would be in Newport in about a half-hour. They went below and I watched as she readied the lines topless.

I was looking forward to tonight. They were in a good mood and maybe I would benefit from it.

So I thought she would put her top on, but no, she stayed like that until she handed the lines to the very young-looking dock boys. She has a thing for dock boys, but I think that these were too young for her. She still gave them enough of a look to go home and relieve their blue balls.

I killed the engines and went down to check the lines. The boys seemed like they were taking their time.

Then I noticed that they were being distracted by something, and when I turned around, there were the two girls on the inside with the slider door closed and their tits pressed against it.

I quickly finished and, opening the slider, I closed the drapes.

“What are you trying to do! Get us arrested?”

They just laughed and went to the bar. After more than enough wine, they decided to get some sun. I had to stop them from going out topless as people were walking by the boat almost non-stop.

It came time to get ready for dinner, and the next thing I heard was both of them taking a shower… together. Then the laughing stopped when they were supposed to be getting dressed. When I peeked in our cabin, what I saw was somewhat expected.

They were in a sixty-nine and the sound of pussy slurping was an instant erection. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Sandy’s ass. it was little and she was on top so her legs were spread.

She had an ass that you didn’t have to spread to get to her asshole. Terry obviously loved it as she had two fingers working in and out. Her tongue was busy lapping at her clit. This was one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen.

Then my wife suddenly threw her head back and yelled for the benefit of everyone walking by,

“OH, FUCK! I’m cumming. Don’t stop sucking me! Yes! Harder! My clit! Bite it! Yes, yes! Harder!”

She lifted her hips trying to gain contact. I couldn’t see what was going on at the other end, but it must have been good. It took her about five minutes to finally come down from her high.

I backed away and went to the bar to wait for them.

They came out dressed just about alike. Shorts that left the bottom of their ass cheeks showing and cut low. They both had tank tops on. They could have been mine. There was no way they were going to bend over without showing all of their tits.

“Are those my tank-tops?”

“Yeah, do you mind?”

 “Ah, no. just be careful that you don’t drop anything.”

“What?”

“Nothing. You ready to go?”

“Ah, we have to ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“Would you mind if we went… without you?”

I had to think, “May I ask why?”

“Well, this is for Sandy and if you’re with us, she may not make out so well.”

“And what if she makes out fine and hooks up with someone, or maybe two guys. Then what?”

“Well, how about you becoming my brother.”

“So in other words, you both plan on picking up a fuck buddy for the night.”

“You don’t have to put it that way, and you can always pick up a broad to fuck too. We do have an agreement.”

“This is true. Alright, you go your way and I’ll go mine. If we should happen to meet up, I don’t know you. Oh, and if you bring someone back, leave the door open. Our agreement?”

“Ok. You’re right.”

So off they went. I watched their asses as they climbed over the transom and I thought, they would have no trouble getting fucked tonight.

I sat at the bar and had a beer while I contemplated on what to do. I really didn't feel like doing the bar scene, but I didn't feel like staying on the boat just to see who she would bring back to fuck.

Then about an hour later the sounds coming from the people on the docks got to me. I figured I'd take a walk to see what was going on. I ended up sitting at a bar.

I wasn't exactly in the mood to be here but I guess being around other people is better for me. It was about an hour later when I noticed sandy and my wife come in the door. They weren't alone. They were with two young men. Both were clean-cut and well-built. They were lucky enough to get a table not too far from me, but I don't think they saw me.

There was a mirror behind the bar and I found that I could see them through the mirror without turning around. I watched My wife Whisper into his ear. Then he started to be a little free with his hands.

I was going to get up and leave. I didn't need to see any more. I felt a hand on my back and I thought I blew my cover but a strange voice asked me if the seat next to me was taken. I was afraid to turn my head so I just said no it was not taken. I kept my eyes on the mirror and the girl that sat down kept her hand on my back.

“You look a little down. Did you lose your best friend?”

I still didn't turn to look at her, “No, just a bad day.”

“Would you rather be alone? I can find another seat.”

“No, I'm sorry, please, stay.”

When the bartender came, I bought her a drink. When I looked in the mirror again, they were kissing.

“The bartender seems to be busy so would you like to talk to me about what's bothering you?”

She caught me off guard, but I had to laugh.

“It's a long story and I'm not sure you would understand.”

“Well I'm a pretty good listener, and a lot of the time all it takes is talking about it. Oh, and you have beautiful eyes.”

I almost spit my drink out. I turned my head so fast I thought I had whiplash. She backed away a little and I think she thought I was going to do something.

“Did I say something wrong? If I did I didn't mean to.”

“No, no. It's just me. Sorry if I scared you.”

I was now looking at one beautiful woman. My mind was racing. I was quickly becoming a basket case. I wanted to leave, but if I did then Terry would see me.

“My name is Janet by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Janet. My name is Chuck.”

Just as we were shaking hands I saw my wife and her companion get up say their goodbyes to sandy and her guy, and leave. I wanted to run back to the boat.

“Do you live around here? Or are you a tourist?”

“Oh, no not a tourist. I don't live too far from here but I'm on my boat.”

“You have a boat? That must be nice. Is it big?

“Ah, it’s a fifty-six-foot powerboat.”

“Wow, that’s bigger than my parent's house.”

“You live with your parents?”

“Yes, just until I find a place of my own. I just moved back here from Seattle.”

“I’m going to make a wild guess. You have two kids and you left your husband.”

“No, only one.”

“You left your husband there.”

“That’s right! How did you know?”

“Just a wild guess.”

We had another drink and while she was telling me things that I’ve already heard before, I was thinking about my wife lying on her back with her legs spread and another man between them. I’ve seen that many times before, but this time was very different.

“I’d love to see your boat, Chuck. Would you like to give me a personal tour?”

She was coming on to me. If it were any other time, I would jump at the chance to bed this woman. The temptation was killing me. the thought of making Janet scream louder than my wife in the next cabin made my cock take notice.

“Listen, Janet. I’d love to give you more than a tour, you’re a beautiful woman, but I can’t. Maybe if I see you again, I’ll explain it, but right now I have to go.”

The ten-minute walk to the boat took a half hour. I kept stopping and asking myself if I should or shouldn’t. I stepped over the transom quietly and tested the slidder. It was locked and I could faintly hear the sounds that I didn’t want to.

Was that a hint? She didn’t want me around? I expected the spare key to be gone, but It was there. I carefully opened the slider. I could hear sounds. The sound of sex. I took off my topsiders and made my way to our cabin. She left the door open. My eyes started to get moist and I almost turned. I peeked around the corner.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned quickly. There was my wife.

“Shhh, you don’t want to disturb them right now.”

I started bawling and took her into my arms. She pushed me away to look at me.

“Why are you crying? Are you alright? Come on, let’s get away from here.”

She led me to the bar and got me a beer before sitting down next to me.

“What happened. I expected you to be with that girl you were with at the bar.”

“You saw me?” What about you! I saw you leave with that young hunk. If that’s not you in there then it must be… “

“Yeah, It’s Sandy. Sounds like she’s having fun. Please take me into a cabin and fuck me till the cows come home. I need you inside me.”

We made record time of leaving shorts and tops on the deck and as soon as she landed on the bunk, she brought her legs up to her tits and spread them wide. I stood next to the bed to just watch her.

She brought one hand down and started circling her clit.

“Oh, fuck! I’m soaking wet. Please fuck me? I… oh, shit. If you’re going to look at me, I’m going to cum big time for you! I’m almost there, and… fuck, FUCK!”

I watched as she went over on her side and went into the fetal position and came. She was trying not to make a sound with one hand over her mouth. I got on the bunk and she opened up and we embraced.

She pushed me over onto my back and grabbed my throbbing cock. She looked into my eyes and said,

“Don’t you dare cum yet.”

She moved down and ran her tongue all around my shaft before taking it fully into her mouth. Her head was lying on my stomach. For the next few minutes and with the sounds of Sandy in the background, she made love to my cock. She didn’t rush or try to make me cum. It was slow and sensual.

Then she looked up at me, smiled, and then straddled me. taking my cock and holding it up, she slowly lowered herself on me till I felt her full weight.

“There is nothing that feels as good as your big cock in me.”

Then she started to ride me. She started with a walk. Slowly working me into a trot. The expression on her face told me she was not happy with that, so she rode me up to a canter. My cock slipped out of her but that only made her lean into me so her clit rubbed my shaft. Her nails dug into my chest as she brought herself off on my cock.

My hands were gripping her thighs as she backed me off to a trot again. Her face was fascinating to look at. What was going through that wonderful mind of hers? She opened her eyes and smiled.

“Ready for the finish line, big boy.”

She rose off the saddle, put me back where I belonged, and went right onto a gallop. She rounded the final corner and into the home stretch. I wondered how she kept me in her as she bounced on the saddle.

Not happy with the speed, she used the riding crop and beat her fist on my chest. Her face showed her determination to win.

She won. We both won. Victory was sweet, and she showed it by screaming it at the top of her lungs as she collapsed on me. We were both shaking and sweating as we slowed to a walk.

The crowd cheered for her.

From the other cabin, “Are you alright Terry!”

We both went into hysterics. I think our combined laughter answered Sandy’s concern. She rolled off me and we lay next to each other as our breathing came down.

“You remember when you picked me up at the Harborside?”

“Of course I do!”

“What did you say to me that made me look at you?”

“That you have beautiful eyes! Why?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to hear it from you.”