I guess I should begin with a bit about my wife and myself. Tracy and I (Greg) are both 46. We have been married for 26 years. We have two children, the oldest in college and the youngest in the Navy.
I, along with my brother, own my own small business that my father started. We have been very successful and continue to grow. Tracy was the sole beneficiary of a decent size inheritance. As a couple we are financially very sound.
We own a house on lake Hartwell in north east Georgia. My parents bought the place when I was young and I bought my brothers half after our mother passed. Tracy and I sold our home in metro Atlanta and move to the lake full time. I work from home mostly but do go to the office a couple of days a week. I stay with my brother overnight in a small apartment over his garage.
Tracy and I started dating when we were both juniors in high school. We were seniors before we had sex for the first time. I was her first but she was not mine. We married 18 months after we graduated. I went to work for my dad and she worked for a local CPA.
Tracy played tennis in high school and continues to play to this day. She has always kept herself healthy. When we lived at home she would swim laps in our pool for an hour 5 times a week. Now she swims from our dock to our neighbors dock. During the winter months she uses resistance bands a few times a week for an indoor workout. She keeps us both in good health with a strict but enjoyable nutrition plan. I stay in shape by running a bit and just eating healthy.
When Tracy turned 40 she decided to get breast implants. She just wasn't happy with the way her breast looked at 40 after two children. We found a top doctor and paid a premium price but it was worth every dime. She went from a B cup to a full D and they are absolutely fantastic. Tracy's body, her long blonde hair, her stunning green eyes and those magnificent breast on her 5'4" frame make her one of the hottest women I have ever personally known. Tracy also hates body hair. She gets waxed from the waist down. And she insist I keep myself very well trimmed from head to toe. I have to say I actually love that slick bald pussy of hers.
Marriages have good years and bad years. We are in the strides of some good years. Our sex life is as good as it has ever been. In our early years it was I who always wanted sex and Tracy was always willing. Now she is on fire and will fuck every day given the chance. Who am I to argue?
For several years during sex I have talked to her about how hot she is and how every man she meets wants to fuck her. I tell her how I want to watch her fucking and cumming on someone else's dick. My favorite time is when we attend a party or dress function and I tell her how every man there wanted to fuck her. I tell her how I love having sex with the hottest woman at the party. She always cums hard while I present this fantasy world to her but never ever mentions it afterwards.
We have a couple of sex toys. A rabbit vibrator is a must and we have worn out a few of them. We also have one dildo. Its not a huge one, just slightly bigger than me. My dick measures 6 1/2 inches and is average thickness for my length. Tracy does enjoy mounting the dildo to the bed post and fucking herself while sucking my dick. It is always a nice orgasm for us both.
It's a beautiful Wednesday morning during the first week of August. We are up early and doing our usual morning routines. I am working on my laptop. Tracy is on the dock doing yoga and then her morning swim. When she comes back to the house she has a plan for the day.
"If you aren't super busy with work, I would like to take the boat up to see the house Beth and Bob are looking to buy."
"OK." I had thought of mentioning that myself. "I'd like to see it as well. Let me finish up and I'm actually done for the day unless something comes up."
"Great. I will put together a quick lunch and then clean myself up and we can go."
Tracy heated up some grilled chicken we had left from Monday night and a couple of easy but healthy sides. We ate and talked about the ride and the location of the house. I cleaned up the lunch plates while she got ready. It was about an hour one way and it was just before noon so I pack us some snacks. Tracy had showered and put on a new bikini.
Then, using her blender that she loves, she made a blender full of frozen margaritas. She poured the mixture in a sealable picture and placed it in a cooler covered in ice. It will keep for several hours that way. I added some bottle water to the cooler and we headed for the boat.
The boat we take is our new 26 foot pontoon. I bought it last summer when the one we had started giving problems. I bought it with a 350 hp engine. It's really comical how fast is goes across the water.
I like it when she brings her picture of drinks. Although Tracy is not a big drinker she does like this frozen concoction from time to time. Most of the time when we go on a boat ride alone we wind-up having sex. When the margaritas go it is absolutely happening.
Tracy enjoys these long rides during the summer. She is wearing a white sheer when wet Wicked Weasel bikini with a super thin cover up with it. Tracy only wears this type of bikini when we are alone or when we have gone on a couple of cruises. As we back out of the dock she is applying sunscreen to her tone and tanned body. I could watch this for hours. She knows I love it so she makes it torture on me, smiling at me as she rubs her body.
We ride up to the house for sale and just check it out from the water. We didn't want to dock up and be totally nosey. Plus we were just enjoying the day. Tracy had finished one cup of her drink on the way. She poured a second as we sat an discussed the house, dock and location. We were near the dam at this point so I took off that area. The water is Incredibly clear due to the depth. Very few boats are around so I stop and we dive in. We swim around and make out a little, mostly Tracy teasing me.
Once back on the boat that bikini is fantastic, completely see through. Tracy dries off and I fire up and head off with a hard dick and no particular direction in mind. Tracy had text Beth about the house and Beth called her as we rode along. We had only been moving a few minutes when I notice a ski boat stopped with the engine cover open. I have been in that spot before and it's common courtesy to help stranded boaters.
"Tracy, there's a guy near us that looks like he might need help." I wanted to let her know I was headed toward the other boat due to what she is wearing. She nodded in response while still on the phone. As I got approached the other boat I noticed her putting on her cover-up but still talking to Beth.
I pull up close enough to talk with the other boater. I noticed a black guy by himself and talking on his cell phone. He sees me and lowers his phone from his ear.
"I would say how's it going but it doesn't look good," I joked as I eased along side him. "Could we be of any help?"
"Absolutely," he replied. "Do you have any matches?"
"Oh I have been there. Do you need a tow?"
"Well, I was on hold with the marina to enquire about that. I called my neighbor but he didn't answer and I think he left to go home anyway. So, yes, I could use a tow to the marina if you don't mind."
"No problem at all. We are just out joy riding. Glad to help"
He stood from the driver's seat and I noticed he was in great shape. Very lean and athletic, not overly muscular, just in very good physical condition with very low body fat. It was hard to tell how tall or how old he was.
"I have a tow rope about 60 feet long. It should work perfect," I told him as I opened a storage compartment and grabbed the rope. I was close enough to toss it to him. "Tie that to the trailer strap loop on the front and that will work."
He tied the rope to his boat. "Hey I very much appreciate this. I really do."
"You can ride with us if you like. The length of the rope will give us plenty of time to get into the slip at the marina dock with no problems and you can't steer the boat so riding in it will just be boring."
It was at this moment I heard Tracy's voice. "Oh wow. Hello!" Tracy spoke up rather enthusiastic upon seeing the guy I was helping. She had been lying on the seat talking so he had not seen her nor her him.
"Hello, how are you?"
"Better now," was her response which caused me to turn and look at her with a surprised expression.
"I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself, I'm Trey."
"Me too. Sorry about that, I was caught up in trying to get you in the right direction. I'm Greg, this is my wife Tracy."
"Very nice to meet you both and thank you for the assistance."
Ok, Trey I'm going to ease up to the front and you can just step on with us."
As he did so Tracy met him at the bow opening and offered a hand. "Welcome aboard Trey."
"Thank you ma'am. You guys are a life saver today."
"Please call me Tracy. I'm 46 and ma'am makes me sound sixty."
"Sorry, it a respect thing my parents taught me."
