Jan and I lay on the gently rocking boat enjoying the sun. We'd cruised down the coast from Norfolk that morning, headed in along North Carolina's Outer Banks and anchored in a deserted cove among the islands of the Albermarle Sound. The sun warmed us and we'd slipped our bikini tops off.
"God, this feels good. I think I'll get an all over tan!" Jan said as she sat up. Her beautiful face glowed with health, I looked around and there wasn't another boat anywhere in sight. The small islands were uninhabited here, too small and too low. She pulled her bikini bottom off and lay back down. From where I lay I could see her tuft of pubic hair that she keeps neatly trimmed. Her full breasts spread slightly and bobbed as she lay back. I noticed her nipples were erect, the large aureoles crinkled. I looked around again and decided to join her. A little self-consciously, I slid my bottom off and laid it aside. The sun felt good on my body.
"Does lying naked in the sun get you hot? Like pussy hot?" She asked.
I laughed. She's always frank and forward. "I guess it does. Forbidden fruit and all that. If the guys were here, they'd be in real trouble." I said, wishing they were there.
Jan and I are Navy wives. Our husbands, Officers, are on duty in the Med. They are gone sometimes six months at a time, and we really get horny. We both have very good husbands, and so don't fool around while they're gone. It's hard sometimes, but we think it's worth it. Some wives are at the nearest bar for a pick-up before the ship clears the bay.
"I have a couple of my trusty vibrators in the cabin, extra batteries too! Feel free." I laughed. They were a gift from Dan. They got me off in fine style many nights. I looked over and Jan was moving her cute butt around.
"Pat, can I ask a personal question?" She said turning toward me.
I laughed. "You usually do."
"Has Dan ever hinted at a threesome with you and another woman?"
"Sure, I guess it's every man's fantasy to make it with two women at one time. I'll bet Jeff has suggested it to you, right?"
She laughed. "Oh, you know it! Guess who he'd like to have join us?"
"Me? I'd have bet on Sheila. She's a real tease and a sexpot!
"You remember the night you got really loaded and fell in the pool, and that sheer dress stuck to you like glue. All you had under it was a pair of sheer bikini panties. When you got out of the pool you might as well have been naked. He got a hard-on and couldn't stop talking about you. We fucked later after the party, and I swear he was fucking you!"
"With such a sexy wench like you? You are one good looking lady, nice tits, nice ass, and a face that could belong to a model."
"Thanks, but I'm married to him, remember. Greener grass on the other side of the fence, etc. Bet your old man lusts after someone too!"
"Yeah, and its you. You wouldn't believe the questions he's asked about you. What your tits look like, are your nipples big, how long, what kind of a body do you have, do you trim your bush, have I seen your pussy, what does it look like? On and on! Very intimate questions! Very!"
She laughed. "And what do you tell him? Doesn't it make you jealous?
"No, I'm not the jealous type. I tell him the truth. You have beautiful full breasts, with big, silver dollar aureoles, nipples that get long and erect, your ass is smooth and beautiful. You trim your pussy, and have nice neat pussy lips that get really wet when you get turned on. Your ass hole it very small and pretty."
"Geez!" was all she could say. She got very quiet. "Pat, have you ever made it with another woman?" She asked after several minutes, eyes wide, and amused quizzical look on her face.
I hesitated a moment, but before I could answer, we heard a boat approaching. We looked around and a long low cigarette boat came in sight, moving fast. We both grabbed for our bottoms and just had time to put them on before the boat came by. Heads turned and we heard yells and whistles. We both moved to the cockpit and put our tops on. The boat circled and came back slowing.
Four college type jocks waved and the boat glided closer. "Hot damn. Look at that! You girls in trouble? Lost your way? We can sure tell you where to go." One jock yelled grabbing his crotch. The others laughed loudly.
"We're fine. Just sun bathing. Good bye fellows." I yelled back.
"That's not neighborly." A second jock said. "Maybe we ought to come aboard and help you out. We got a good look at those nice big tits you two have. I've got a big cock that needs a hot fuck. Maybe I could slip it between those beautiful tits." They all laughed. The boat was drifting closer, now under twenty feet away.
"Well, we might be interested." I said, giving them my most seductive smile. "Got a warm beer? Price of admission is one warm beer, not cold."
"What the hell are you doing?" Jan whispered. I just winked, and made a motion for her to play it cool. I opened a console door on the control panel. There was a flurry of activity and a beer was held up.
"OK. Throw it over." The beer sailed over. I caught it deftly, and made a big show of holding it between my breasts. There were whistles. The boat was down to fifteen feet.
"Warm! Just right!" I shook the can hard, and then threw the beer underhanded above their boat, and all eyes followed it as it arced up then descended over the boat. The big Colt .45 auto was in my hand tracking, it bucked and roared, and when the big soft nosed slug hit the warm beer can, it exploded. Beer rained down on the boat.
"Now, want another demonstration?" I asked. When they got the beer out of their eyes, I held a red gallon gas can in my left hand. 'Gasoline' was spelled boldly on the side. I swung it back and forth in an arc aimed at them, the pistol pointed in the air. Hands shot in the air. Slowly the pilot slid the throttles in reverse, turned, and the boat shot ahead. When last seen it was at full throttle, headed away.
We pulled up anchor and headed up the coast, hit the inland waterway, and motored slowly up the beautiful intercoastal canal. The boat murmured as stately trees slid by, and an occasional boat going south.
"Damn, that was some trick! Where did you learn to shoot like that?" Jan finally asked.
"Dad is a Master Class pistol shot, and does trick shooting. I cut my eyeteeth on a pistol barrel. He taught what's termed 'instinctive shooting', you just 'think' where you want the bullet to go; you don't really aim using the sights. Dan can beat me on targets, but he can't hit a can in the air for beans."
"Would you have flipped that gas can over them?
"Sure, but that 'gas can' has water in it." I laughed. "It's illegal and dangerous to have gas in the cockpit. I keep it there as a prop. One of Dad's ideas for me when I'm out alone - "just in case." The pistol is always there too, for just such occasions. Worked, didn't it?"
"I'll bet they had to clean their pants. Did you see the looks on their faces? Serves the little shits right. Thanks, Kid!" She leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly. I wished she'd gone further.
It was several days before the topic of sex came up again. I went over to Jan's for dinner and we had a few drinks and got comfortable. I was going to spend the night, and we were lounging in cut-offs and t-shirts. Soft classical music played in the background.
"Sorry if I got a little personal, the other day." Jan said as we sat on the couch, drinks in hand. We were both mellow.
"About what?" I asked, not really remembering.
"Asking you if you'd ever made it with a woman. I was horny, and I tend to get nosy."