Cindy had been unusually quiet during the rest of the drive, fiddling with her hair with the occasional cursory glance looking for reassurance. I gave her hand a squeeze, and she smiled.
It was a very strange reality. Here I was driving with my fiancée who had just had sex with her ex on my encouragement. I don't think I had processed everything, and I know Cindy was still reeling from the experience.
I asked her what the plans were, and she told me Steve was going to take his boat and meet us at the docks by her parent's house. She then gave me a heads up that she told her parents Steve is a friend of my dad's.
I was a little confused, but she explained there was no way they could tell them he was their friend or someone she dated because they would never allow them to go out on a boat. Her parents were very protective. She also knew her dad would want to meet him before his daughters hopped on a 'stranger's' boat.
I started to ask if her sisters knew this, and she explained that Kristina and Cassie both met Steve before while she dated him. Kristina also knows Cassie is taking motorcycle lessons with him. She told her sisters he was coming, and they worked out the backstory so it wouldn't raise any flags.
I felt weird about the whole thing, but I was also getting aroused with the thought of seeing Cindy and him hanging out, maybe even flirting. I wasn't sure if reality would ruin the fantasy, but I guess that ship has sailed. It was odd thinking that a few hours ago this guy was fucking my fiancée and even weirder knowing he knew I knew.
Pulling into her parent's Key Largo house I saw her dad on their boat cleaning it up and Kristina and her mom were on the deck sun tanning. Their family had great genes for the girls. Cindy's mom was 46 and had an amazing body. She was wearing a single piece bathing suit which hugged her curves and showed a very desirable cleavage for her 'D' sized breasts. None of the daughters appear to have inherited her large breasts but they were all gorgeous.
We said hi to everyone and dropped our stuff in the house.
I walked over to dad and gave him a hand putting the cover on the boat.
"Not taking it out today?" I asked.
"Not today. You guys are going out with your dad's friend, right?"
"Yeah," I said. "Hope that didn't ruin your plans."
"No, not at all. I need to get some stuff done around the house, so we are leaving early. I am looking forward to seeing his boat, though. I heard it's a beauty," he said.
I had never seen it, but I went along with it, "Yeah, it's nice."
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The next morning, I went to the supermarket to pick up some snacks and drinks to take on the boat. When I got back, Cindy's mom told me my 'friend' showed up early and they were all at the docks.
I pulled the cooler down the path to the boat dock, and I could see them all. Steve was talking with the dad, and the three sisters were walking up and down the dock. I must admit I was impressed with his boat.
The walk took forever and as I got closer, my heart started beating faster. 'Was he looking?', 'What was he saying?', 'Do the sisters know what happened last night?'
I found out later that my assumption that he managed the service department at the motorcycle shop was not correct. He loved working with the bikes and spent most of his time in the service department, but he owned the store in Sunrise and the one in Naples. This guy had money. My insecurities kept growing.
His boat was very nice. It was larger than I expected with lots of top space and even a little cuddy cabin beneath with a bed and kitchenette.
When I walked up, he had that smirk on his face, the kind that made you feel he knew more than he let on. Cassie and Kristina were chatting and laughing as they loaded a cooler onto the boat. They looked innocent and carefree, completely unaware of the undercurrents at play. Cindy walked up to me and squeezed my arm.
Steve's eyes lingered on her for just a second longer than necessary before turning to me with an outstretched hand. "Mike, good to see you, man. Ready for a good time?" he asked, his tone casual but loaded with unspoken meaning.
Cindy tightened her grip on my hand, and I could see the slight flush in her cheeks.
"Yeah, looking forward to it," I replied, trying to match his confidence, my stomach in knots.
We said goodbye to her dad and boarded the boat. Steve immediately took charge, barking out instructions and steering the conversation with ease. He was the kind of guy who thrived on being in control, and everyone seemed to gravitate toward his energy. Cassie and Kristina sat up front, laughing and teasing each other, while Cindy and I sat a bit apart, her hand resting on my thigh.
The boat sped out into the open water, the cool breeze whipping through our hair. Steve maneuvered the boat effortlessly, casting occasional glances back at Cindy and me. At one point, he slowed the boat and turned around, his grin as cocky as ever.
"Alright, ladies and gent," he said, spreading his arms wide. "We're far enough out. Time to loosen up and enjoy ourselves."
Cassie giggled, oblivious, and Kristina rolled her eyes but smiled. Cindy shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me as if to gauge my reaction. I nodded subtly, letting her know I was okay--at least, as okay as I could be under the circumstances.
Steve reached into the cooler and tossed wine coolers and beers around. When he handed Cindy hers, he let his fingers linger just a fraction too long, and I saw the way she avoided his gaze. But there was something else in her posture--a tension, a flicker of something darker that she was trying to suppress.
As the day wore on, Steve's cockiness became more apparent. He would casually slip in comments that only Cindy and I understood, veiled enough to fly over Cassie and Kristina's heads but clear enough to remind Cindy who was in control. At one point, when Cindy stood up to adjust her towel, he leaned back in his chair and said loud enough for everyone to hear, "Damn, kitten, that view never gets old."
Cindy froze for a moment, her back to him, before quickly sitting back down. Her face was flushed, but whether it was from embarrassment, anger, or something else entirely, I couldn't tell. My focus was on Cassie and Kristina. I could tell they did their best to ignore the comment but I caught the quick glance Cassie gave me. I'm sure they were wondering why I was even there or why I didn't say something.
As the afternoon wore on, Steve suggested we head to the sandbar near the Tiki Bar. If you have never been there, it was a popular place near a famous bar where boats would anchor near sandbars out in the ocean and people could walk in the water.
Everyone agreed, and soon we were all in the water, laughing and splashing around. Steve, of course, found a way to position himself near Cindy, his playful splashes turning into lingering touches that he played off as accidental. Cassie and Kristina were too busy joking around to notice, but I saw everything.
At one point, Steve swam up behind Cindy and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes widened, and she shot me a nervous glance. I could see the conflict in her expression, the push and pull of her reluctance and her dark, hidden desires. Whatever he had said, it had struck a chord.
As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink, the atmosphere on the boat shifted. Cassie and Kristina were lying on the bow, soaking in the last rays of the day, oblivious to the tension brewing behind them. Steve leaned casually against the side of the boat, a beer in one hand and his trademark smirk on his face. His eyes flicked toward Cindy, who was sitting next to me, her hand nervously fiddling with the hem of her towel.
"Mike," Steve said suddenly, breaking the relative silence. His tone was relaxed, almost casual, but there was a sharpness beneath the surface. "You've got a good one here."
Cindy stiffened beside me, and I could feel her glance in my direction, but I kept my eyes locked on Steve. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of looking uneasy.
"She's something else," he continued, his gaze sliding over to Cindy. "Smart, beautiful, loyal... and, man, the things this girl can do." His smirk deepened as he took a long sip of his beer.
Cindy's face flushed crimson, and she shifted uncomfortably. I stayed silent, my grip tightening on the edge of my seat. I could feel the weight of his words, each one deliberately chosen to test me, to see how far he could push.
Steve stepped closer, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm just saying," he added, his voice dropping a notch, "a woman like her? Takes a real man to keep her satisfied."
Cindy's hand shot out to grab my arm, her nails digging in slightly. "Steve," she said softly, her voice a mixture of warning and plea.
"Kitten, it's a compliment to Mike. He loves you so much, he obviously wants to make sure you are satisfied, right Mike?" he asked as he stared at me. I could only nod my head.
"See, he is all about you."
But Steve wasn't done. He crouched down slightly, so we were at eye level, and his smirk faded into something more serious, more intense. "Mike, do you even know the things she wants? She has a very kinky side." he said, his tone almost conspiratorial.
My stomach twisted, and my mind raced. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. Steve leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, but still loud enough for Cindy to hear.
"Did she tell you everything we did last night?"
I nodded.
"I knew she would call me one day. I told her she would," he said as he chuckled. "She has a real kinky side, but I'm sure you know that. It was fun opening her up. Isn't that true, Cindy?"
