It was the morning after... Last night I'd laid wide-awake across the hall and listened while my wife Aria had sex with my boss William. I was his personal secretary, so he'd asked me to come along (and bring her) on his working vacation, but none of us had predicted quite how things would work out. I was turned on and based on what I'd heard last night I knew they were too. I was the first to wake up, so I started something for breakfast in the tiled kitchen of my boss' luxurious Key West villa. I knew what had happened last night had turned me on, but I still felt a little awkward and uncertain in the morning light. They must have heard me in the kitchen, right as I pulled the bacon from the stove, they came out of his bedroom looking a little shy, and made a walk of shame into the kitchen, with him walking a few feet behind.
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Aria sat on my lap while she ate, she was wearing one of William's old white t-shirts that came down to her thighs, and he was in a blue bathroom with his initials embroidered on them.
"Eggs benedicts are my favorite" Aria said enthusiastically as she wolfed down the breakfast I'd made for her.
She had worked up an appetite.
"
Yeah, I was surprised to find fresh food in the fridge since we just got here." I said trying to sound breezy and disarming, it was a little tense in the room, all three of us seemed nervous about what had happened last night and there hadn't been much conversation.
"I let the caretaker Thomas know we'd be here, and he got us stocked. Thanks for cooking." William said in his South African accent. He finished his bacon and toast, and announced he needed to make a phone call and took his coffee out onto the back veranda which faced out towards the Caribbean.
Just as the door clicked shut, Aria turned in my lap to face me urgently and put her hand to my cheek. "Are you okay baby?" she said speaking quickly. "I thought last night was so hot, but I was drunk, and acting wild, and now I'm feeling anxious as hell."
"I'm okay, I'm okay," I said wrapping my arm around her and feeling her cool skin beneath the fabric of William's long t-shirt.
"I don't have to do this," she said urgently. "I can put a stop to it right now. I can just go to a sperm clinic, and--"
"No sweetheart... This is for the best." I said and pulled her tight against my chest. "To be honest, last night was actually pretty fucking hot for me, and I want to hear the whole story from you."
She paused for a while in my lap and eyed me curiously. "You dirty boy..." She said in mock reproach. Then she kissed me, long and deep, and her hand went to my crotch. "When next I get you alone, I'll tell you
everything
."
I thought about saying something like "it's okay as long as you make me cum as much as you make him," but it didn't seem right to try to run the show when I honestly would rather let her take control,
she was doing fine.
All I said was "If you are okay with it, I'd like to be in the room next time."
"Okay baby." she said, then she went back to her eggs benedict.
After a few minutes William came back into the room, conspicuously putting his phone back in his pocket as he walked in and started to refill his coffee.
"So, I checked in with David..." Aria said with excitement building in her voice. William paused his coffee in mid pour and looked at us nervously. "We're all okay, and happy with this arrangement... Very happy I might say" and she made an exaggerated grab for my dick which had grown hard in my shorts.
William visibly relaxed and sat down at the table with his coffee. He breathed a quick sigh, "Bloody hell
I'm
happy with this arrangement." He said giving me a cheeky grin. "David in all honestly I didn't ask you to come on this trip because I wanted your wife, I wanted you here because for an underemployed sociology grad, you've been instrumental to helping me shape our plans at work. Some of the ideas you've had have really helped drive me forward, and I appreciate you." He sipped his black coffee. "But I'm more than happy to help Aria with anything she needs on this trip, but I'm honestly relieved you don't hate me right now. I was more than a little drunk when I made this suggestion yesterday, and I was pleased when you accepted, but when I woke this morning, I feared I had been way out-of-line last night."
I blushed furiously and tried to stammer something not-awkward to say, but Aria covered for me "David liked what he heard last night, but he wants to be in the room next time." She gave a sly grin.
"That's fine with me, you're in charge of him. If you want him to watch that's fine, or he can play too. This wouldn't be my first threesome with one girl." He said with a little wink.
Aria almost choked on her coffee, then cut in, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. He might earn a threesome if he's a really good boy, but with the stamina you showed last night, I'm not sure I can take two." I blushed again even deeper, and we finished breakfast.
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That day we swam out to a small catamaran that was anchored to a buoy a couple hundred feet off the beach, William had said that he wanted to take us sailing. The boat was probably less than twenty feet long, just two narrow yellow fiberglass pontoons with a mesh trampoline floor in the middle, and a tall aluminum mast. There was not a cabin or inside area. "Come here David, let me show you how to work a Hobie Cat." He said and helped me raise the sail, then and then how to handle the steering tiller and handle the main clip he called the cleat, which controlled how far the sail could move.
Aria sat on the trampoline in the skimpy green bikini she'd bought back in Minnesota and watched as we got things set-up. After a few minutes of instruction, we were off. Our rainbow-colored sail was full, and I controlled the ship under William's approving eye. I hadn't sailed before in my life, but within just a few minutes I had the hang of it. I found myself laughing aloud as the twin hulls slapped the waves throwing up ocean spray, the sea was green, and the sky was blue, just like the Beatles song.
William sat down by Aria on the trampoline, took some wine from his dry bag, and poured two wooden cups. I didn't drink because my hands were full, one with the rope that controlled the sail, and the other with the tiller rod that held our direction. We flew along the waves for a while as they finished their wine, as I focused on the wind and the sail.
When I looked back at them, I saw my wife was pulling his swim trunks down past his muscular thighs. He was naked and tan with his back to me as she laid out on the trampoline of the cat. She caught my gaze with hers and gave me a little wink with her wild green eyes. Then she lowered her face to his lap.