If you’ve read my other stories there’s one aboard our boat, here’s another one.
As stated above, we have a small yacht, it’s not a rich man’s gin palace, just a 10m long yacht, which sounds large but all it has is a double berth at the pointy end behind a door, and another single berth usually called “The Tunnel” off the saloon, but there’s no door separating it from the saloon. The saloon has 2 single berths at the sides of the table, meaning that we could have 5 people on board, but realistically it’s 4 maximum. There’s also a galley and separate toilet compartment.
We usually sail with just the two of us, that’s my wife Amy and me, and on a few occasions we’ve had our friends on board, another married couple, but unless the weather is warm and dry enabling us to entertain and dine outside, it’s too crowded.
On this occasion, we had our friend Eric on board. We’d known Eric a few years and I’d class him as one of my best and trusted friends, from when we tried to compete in snooker tournaments, he did his best to coach us, but I think we were lost causes. Eric is, and I hope he doesn’t mind me describing him as such, a normal looking everyday man. He’s in his early 50’s, slim, no tattoos, no piercings, no facial hair, his wavy hair is starting to go grey and he dresses “normally” favouring jeans and tee shirts. Eric doesn’t smoke and his favourite tipple is a single malt. We’d holidayed with Eric when he had a girlfriend with both the women going topless, and since they split up he’s shared our hot tub a few times.
Eric was on board because he invited himself, he’d never been on board a yacht and this was the first time he’d been on board ours. With the sleeping arrangements organised, us in the double and Eric in the tunnel we left the marina, motoring until out in the bay, then the sails went up and with the engine off we sailed to our favourite beach for lunch, just over 2 hours away.
As glamorous as sailing is, it’s hard work, and in the August heat we were sweating. Getting comfortable, Amy was down to her bikini bottoms and a thin lime green crop top bearing the slogan “It’s not what you see that counts, but what’s inside”. Sweat had already run down the middle of her chest showing as a wet patch. Discussions had covered politics, favourite food, schooldays, holidays and finally Amy’s wet patch. After several cold drinks the wet patch was not getting smaller, and was increasingly the topic of conversation. Eric offered to cool Amy down and tipped a small amount of water from his bottle over Amy’s hair, she laughed as it ran down her chest her face and onto her tee shirt, “Oops, sorry” Eric sad and I looked at Amy’s chest. Her crop top had become much more see through and her nipples had hardened with the cold water. Amy did what I expected from her, nothing, she’s never been shy, and just carried on the conversation. “Amy”, I said and coughed to get her attention, my eyes looking at her now very visible nipples. Amy looked down, looked back at me and carried on talking, I got the picture and shut up, plotting how to react. I threw a large amount of water over her front, and even that had no effect, other than Amy saying “I think I’ll go and get a clean top on”. She stood up, turned away from us to go down below, took her top off and with one arm across her chest hiding her nipples she turned to face us, threw the dripping wet top at my face and went below decks into the saloon where her bag of clothes was stored.
From where Eric and I sat, we could see Amy moving around, her breasts clearly on show as she opened her bag for another top. I’d got my mobile in my pocket and took a couple of photographs of her with both Eric and me laughing. I thought Amy hadn’t seen me, she had, and when she came on deck she grabbed my mobile and looked at the photographs. “So you got a good look at my tits did you, anyone would think you’d never seen tits before” she said. “But not yours” Eric laughed, and with that Amy lifted her top slowly to the point where the bottom of her breasts just below her nipples was showing, she stopped and said “And you’re not going to see them again either”, laughed and let go of her top. “Shame” we both said in unison, and I added “You wouldn’t dare anyway you prick teaser”. “I’m not taking it off” Amy said, giving me that daring look I’ve seen so many times. I stood up, moved towards her, delicately held the sides of her tee-shirt and lifted it up over her head. “Now you have” she said, and carried on the conversation as if sitting there in just her bikini briefs talking to Eric was perfectly normal, but I suppose that as she was always topless on the beach then it was normal.
With the summer heat, Amy stayed topless as we pulled into our lunchtime stopover bay, she walked onto the foredeck to anchor and walking back to the cockpit I was imagining what people on the beach were seeing and saying. I commented to Eric “The last time I saw a small pair of tits was on the garden bird feeder”, he replied “I do like small tits, just a nice handful, and they do look firm, no droop, they must pass the pencil test”. “What’s that?” asked Amy. “I’ll show you if you wish” Eric rather cheekily replied, and with that stood up, got a pen from down below and placed in the fold under Amy’s right breast, it stayed there, just about. Eric said “If it had fallen out then you’d have passed with flying colours” and he lifted Amy’s breast making the pen fall out, copping a grope at the same time, quite an obvious grope. I asked if he found them to be firm, he replied that he’d only felt one and groped them both at the same time, “Yes, they are nice and firm, and her nipples are quite hard as well”. “Behave” said Amy, “It’s lunchtime, not gropetime”.
Amy stayed topless throughout lunch and while we were clearing things away, Eric reached round Amy to a cupboard taking Amy by surprise, she laughed and said “Oh, for a moment I thought you were going for another grope”, “Like this, is it grope o’clock?” and Eric started a slow and continuous grope, both hands cupping her breasts, his left hand on her left breast and similarly with his right hand on her right breast, squeezing gently and squeezing her nipples with his forefingers and thumbs. I was enjoying the sight, watching my friend playing with my wife, I wondered how far she’d let him go. Amy’s back was to Eric and she started to wriggle her bottom into his groin, grinding. Eric moved his left hand onto Amy’s right breast, and his right hand moved down her tummy, pulling her into him. Eric stopped, he looked at me and said “Oops, I got carried away, I’ve gone too far, sorry”. “Amy will tell you when you’ve gone too far” I said, and Eric resumed what he’d started. I could see most of what was happening and I’d guessed that now Eric’s right hand fingers were in the front of Amy’s bikini briefs, working their way down to her pussy and clitoris, I noticed that Amy had opened her legs a little, tacit approval for him to continue. Her breathing became deeper and Eric started to remove her bikini with his left hand, Amy reached down, tugged on the side drawstrings and the briefs fell to the floor, Amy was now naked and my best friend was finger fucking my wife. Amy turned around and started to rub Eric’s cock from the outside of his shorts, I knew at this point where it was leading, and with my raging hard on I was not going to interfere.
Amy walked into the forecabin, holding Eric’s hand, leading him to the double bed. I stayed in the saloon and positioned myself where I could see what was happening. I could see that Amy was on her back, her legs raised and apart, Eric’s head was buried between them and he was noisily licking her pussy and it looked like he had a hand fingering her at the same time. I could hear Amy gently moaning as her hips occasionally bucked as she came closer to her orgasm. It wasn’t too long before he stood up, removed his shorts and tee-shirt, climbed on top of Amy and I saw him guide his cock into my wife’s smoothly shaven pussy, his arse moved up and down, he was fucking my wife in front of me and I was enjoying it. Speeding up and slowing down, he was bringing Amy to another climax, and suddenly he tensed, stopped momentarily and I knew he’d cum. I heard laughter from both of them and an undignified “Tissue time, and no, you didn’t go too far, is there going to be a repeat performance?”
It’s strange, they both reappeared into the saloon to get dressed and I saw the cock that had just fucked Amy, not huge, just a normal size similar to my own. Over a coffee we discussed it like adults, there was no denying what had happened and I told both of them how much I’d enjoyed it, “So you don’t mind if I do this” and Eric moved Amy’s legs apart and started to play with her pussy, “Carry on anytime” I said.
That evening, in the marina with the curtains closed, Amy was sitting in the saloon in just a tee-shirt, talking to both of us, I noticed she had no briefs on, and I knew I needed to fuck her, it was my turn. I pulled Amy to me, to sit on my lap facing me, a bit uncomfortable but at home it’s one of my favourite positions. I lifted her top off and got my cock into her pussy. “My favourite position” I heard Eric say, “Help yourself” I said, Amy got off me, removed Eric’s shorts and repositioned herself on Eric’s cock. I watched as she bounced, a little bit awkwardly I the cramped saloon, but she managed. Standing, I moved to her, I got a good view of Eric’s cock as Amy moved up and down its length and I could see it fucking her. I stroked her bottom, moved fingers to her arse and finger fucked it. From inside I could feel Eric’s cock as he fucked her and I replaced my finger with my cock, double penetrating her. It seemed like seconds before we all came, once more there was a unison of laughter and a call for tissues.
Again we discussed it like adults, fucking Amy’s arse, double penetrating her, what else she’d tried, did she swallow, yes, has she ever fucked someone without me being there, yes, did I mind, no, would she do it again, yes, has she ever over-nighted in another man’s bed, yes, would she do it again, yes, has she ever been gang-banged, sort of, has she ever been with another woman, no and it’s not her thing, she likes men, and finally, what did I think of the way she behaves. I said that I knew she was a slut when I met her, she’d fucked a couple of my mates before she had me and that he still has photographs of her open-legged pussy, I knew that one of her boyfriends encouraged her to fuck his mates because I was one of them, we knew her as “The Bike”, I’ve watched her remove her top in Tesco to try on a blouse and she doesn’t wear a bra, I wasn’t the first to have her arse, but I love her being a slut, she can fuck anyone she wants to so long as she tells me before, afterwards or telephones me during, lol.
All too soon the weekend of debauchery was over, before leaving the boat Eric had one more good grope, getting his fingers between Amy’s willingly open legs. After he’d gone I got Amy on her back and ate her well fucked pussy, knowing that she was planning to have Eric at his house without me, and I can’t wait.
