(c) 2003 by Jennifer O'Donnell
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We arrived at the marina. All day Steve acted like he knew where we were going. I wasn't that confident in Steve. This year has been hard on us finically, so when Steve came up with the free vacation plan, I listened. Any other year, I would tell Steve he was nuts. However, we needed a vacation and how bad could it be? After all this was Steve's idea and being a "hotwife" has been a topic for Steve's erotic conversations.
All of a sudden this stud walks out of the marina store. He wore his brown hair shoulder length. He had this confidence that radiated from him. Oh no, he's walking this way. Ok girl hold it together. All of a sudden I wasn't sure I could speak. Closer he comes my way. I can do it, or play a bitch, this way he won't know I'm attracted to him. I cross my arms to hide my hard nipples.
Closer and closer, he's now ten yards away from us. Steve walks up to him and the two shake hands. They start to talk but I'm a little too far away to hear them. Steve calls me over. He extends his hand, shit should I shake it or play the complete bitch? Can't do that, I reach my hand out. His hands are tough from working. He smiles, oh man he's a stud.
Mike gets into the boat. Steve follows, jumps in trying to be macho. Mike stands up offering me his hand. What a gentleman, I step into his boat. After we take a seat, Mike starts his boat. Wow, no words can describe this. The deep blue water, wind brushing through my hair, and I can taste the ocean on my lips.
We leave the marina going slow and follow some sort of channel. Once we turn towards the ocean Mike hits up the engines. If he only knows how much he started my engines. Sounds cliché but it's the truth. Steve has talked about this, but I never thought I would enjoy this. Now, I'm impatiently wanting.
The ride was fairly short. I enjoyed the view of the area as well as the view of Mike. He is very easy on the eyes. We even got to see some dolphins jumping out of the water, chasing smaller fish for lunch. The breeze and my excitement have my nipples hard. Oh no, Mike is turning around to see if I'm ok. Should I cover my nipples or let him see how much he excites me? I give up, let him look. I want him to see me as know what I'm feeling without saying a word over the loud motors. He winks at me. My smile confirms my attraction.
As soon as we arrive at the island, Mike points out his house. It's a lovely three-story stilt home. From the dockside we can see he has a wonderful view of the water and passing boaters. We walk up to his house on round garden stones placed just the right distance apart so we don't loose our footing. Mike's yard is well landscaped. I'm impressed. The flowers add a wonderful aroma to the salt water mist.
As we walk in Mike's house, we are greeted by a young woman all dressed up and ready to serve us anything we want. She takes my sweater and purse as well as Steve and Mike's hats and places them on a coat rack beside the back door. We step out of our sandy shoes and onto his fine wood floors. He has a fireplace built in stone with a mantle covered in awards from his boating races. The ceilings are at least 14 feet high and with all the solar panels, it's well lit without additional lighting needed. All in all, this is the most beautiful home I've seen in a very long time.
The maid quickly asks us for our drink preferences are and slips away to fix them for us. Mike comments that she picked up some supplies for the weekend along with some awesome steaks for tonight. The house is open and I can still taste the ocean mist on my lips. Mike jesters us to sit anywhere we want to and to make his home ours.
Mike takes off his shirt while Steve and I look around some more. When I turn to say something to Mike, his bulging muscles take my breath away as well as my thoughts. Man what a hunk! Mike steps out to start the grill. Our drinks arrive and Steve and I step outside also.
The day has been so wonderful and it looks like another beautiful evening. I can hardly take my eyes off Mike. He is so well built but not conceited about it. He carries himself with a lot of confidence. I wish Steve we're more like that sometimes. Oh don't get me wrong, I love Steve dearly, but Mike has my attention this evening. With the glow of the fire in his eyes and the stars in mine, I wonder if he knows where my burning urge really is right now.
Mike excuses himself, giving us the rest of the night together. We walk around a little checking everything out. What a special feeling this house, so close to nature. I listen to the sounds from the ocean, the beat and rhythm from the waves crashing into the beach.
I awake to "sucks to be us day." Everything is perfect, the fresh air gingerly blowing through the house. Now it's my turn to tease him. At least offer Mike some eye candy. I step into my little bikini bottom and then tie on my top. I love this suit, the top is thin like it's not there. When I was younger, this was the top easiest to flash in. I would grab the sides and pull aside exposing my flesh to hungry men.
I walk past Mike and can almost feel his breath on my shoulder. I add a little wiggle to my walk. Steve has on my favorite swimsuit. It's fairly tight and shows off his bulge. Mike's suit is on of the more expensive ones made of some kind of silk, smooth and shiny. Since Steve works so much in his office, he still has that t-shirt type tan where Mike seems to be tanned all over. Man what I wouldn't give to see for sure!
We grab our towels and head to the beach. It's low tide so we can walk out pretty far without going over our knees. I walk out first, testing the waters sort to speak. The warmth of the summer has the water temperature just right. Not to hot and not cold at all. Mike and Steve are at the water's edge talking. I see they are way to serious. This is a weekend away, not one for business discussions. I decide to take matters into my own hands and kick up some water and splash them both. They both jest for me to stop and try to catch me but I dash off just in time.
Finally we are all three walking the waves and enjoying the moment. Such a beautiful sight, the deep blue water, clear blue skies and Mike's bedroom blue eyes. Oh man did I just say that? We all take a swim. As I get out of the water, my nipples become hard. As I turn around to see where Mike and Steve are, Mike is right at my side looking straight at my nipples. I tease him by grabbing the necktie and giving it a jerk to make my breasts giggle. He laughs and comments that my breasts look good enough to eat. Oh how I wanted to let him have a lick or two!
We return to the house and slip in the bathhouse to rinse off and get changed. I decide to put on one of my sundresses. This one is a pale pink with spaghetti straps. It's short enough that I can feel the breeze cooling off my body. I brush out my hair and put it up in a type of bun fashion so it's off my neck. One last look in the mirror and I'm ready for the show.
As I come out, both the men are in the kitchen. I head that way while grabbing our towels and tossing them in the laundry drop. As I get closer I can hear them mentioning my name. I wonder what's so funny as they begin to laugh. I stop behind the doorway to hear more. Mike is telling Steve how wonderful I am and that my beauty is never ending in my inner personality and how much he is enjoying our company. Steve mentions that I love to tease men a lot and he wonders if Mike has noticed that. Of course Mike says yes and that he doesn't mind it at all. In fact he is enjoying it a lot and hope I keep it going. It's been a while since Mike was around such a beautiful lady and he wants it to last as long as possible.
Mike is at the stove while Steve is cutting up some fresh veggies to nibble on. I can tell Mike must be a good cook as he has a lot of fancy cookware and utensils. Now I walk in and kiss Steve then turn to Mike and comment on his well equipped kitchen. Both men stare at me in my short dress. I raise my arms to make the dress even shorter and giggle. I glance at Mike in his shorts and notice he has a bulge in them. Before I know it he pushes his hips outwards so his bulge pokes out more. Here I am staring at his crotch. Oh man, he sees me looking at him. He does it again and giggles saying he can be a tease too. We all get a kick out of that.
Mike continues to cook supper as Steve and I help. We sit down to a wonderful smelling meal of lobster, baked potatoes and a salad. We agree to sit at the smaller table. I'm so close to Steve and Mike. I crack open my lobster tail and dip it in the drawn butter. Mike is watching me again as I slide the lobster over my lips then quickly bit the end off and lick my sweet lips.
Steve opens a claw and dips it in the butter and offers it to me. I accept it and throw him a kiss. Next I Grab a bit of lobster and dip it in the butter then offer it to Mike, asking if he would enjoy a sweet piece of tail, then giggling and teasing him with it. Then all of a sudden, under the table, Mike starts playing footsies with me! Should I react and appear shocked or simply ignore it since Steve has no knowledge of it? I decide to pass it along and start playing footsies with Steve. None of us react shocked.
