Alan's galley (I think that's what the kitchen is called on a yacht) had been stocked for him. We'd taken the boat back out and Alan spent the next few hours playing with it. "Need to get some skis," he'd mentioned at one point. Yeah, it was most definitely fast enough for water skiing. I doubted it'd keep up with the boat Dani and I bought but was still plenty fast enough. After all, it did have twenty-seven-hundred horsepower at his command.
Dani, in that nearly naked knitted, string-bikini, was laughing and hugging Alan almost constantly, his arm around her waist or some other body part as he sped along, trying out the tight turns back and forth, seeing what it would do. I'll admit, it was fun, a lot of fun. Certainly, we'd never had an experience like it. Alan either, from the way he was acting like a kid with his new toy to play with, a two-million-dollar toy. One-point-eight to be precise.
Both Alan and I had changed into swimsuits; no, not the speedo.
Later, after discovering over and over again just how maneuverable the boat was, he slowed to a stop and announced, "Dinner, anyone hungry?"
Yeah, we all were, it was nearly eight o'clock and it had been an exciting day. I didn't even remember having lunch. Nothing, except the aphrodisiac-laden cinnamon roll.
I took the captain's chair while Dani and Alan went below to fix dinner. At least I presumed they were fixing dinner, remembering what Alan had said about he and Dani doing 'other things' while I operated the boat.
Turns out they were - fixing dinner, that is. Half an hour later, Dani and Alan re-emerged from below with three plates of rib steaks, corn on the cob, and an absolutely delicious-looking tater tot concoction.
I don't know what Alan did to them, but those steaks tasted different than anything I'd ever eaten. Probably? No, not 'probably', absolutely the tastiest, tenderest rib steaks ever. I found out later they were those expensive Wagyu, Japanese beef steaks. Besides the fact that Alan knew how to season and cook a steak to perfection.
After we ate, Alan suggested it was time to drop the anchor. Dani said she was changing into something more comfortable. How do you get 'more comfortable' than that bikini? It was then that Dani's words earlier came into sharp focus in my mind, 'Expect to be a lot more jealous.'
I hardened inside my plastic cage as Alan and I cleaned up the galley, did all the dishes, putting everything away. I was curious if there were other women in Alan's life but was afraid to ask him. I had never seen any evidence of it if there were. After Dani and I went home, then what? What would Dani do? Was it possible that a modeling career could take her away from me? I knew what she'd said about it, but still...
We were finished cleaning and were sitting on the deck enjoying the boat's gentle rocking in the waves when Dani finally returned.
She went to Alan, standing in front of him, untying the robe she was wearing, letting it slide off her shoulders, dropping to the floor. I caught my breath, Dani was wearing a black negligee, looked like pure silk; short - barely below her tiny, sheer thong-panties, a deep 'V' showing off the skin of the valley between those delectable breasts, looking for all the world like a newlywed bride seducing her new husband to her bed.
Alan stood in front of her, looking at her, up and down; he stepped forward, just grazing her sides with his fingertips. Dani shivered, I could see the expression on her face, how badly she wanted him, "I wanted something special for our first night on the boat," she explained.
"You're... so beautiful," he whispered, bringing his mouth closer and closer to hers, barely touching her lips.
"I just want you to make love to me," she told him.
Dani moved into Alan's embrace, their lips meeting, her hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, working up to his neck, Alan's hands rubbing up and down the silky softness of her nightgown, cupping her butt-cheeks pulling her tight to him.
There were no more words said, just two lovers enjoying one another, body and soul. My dick was stone-hard inside its little entrapment. THIS was why I was wearing the cage, I didn't want to come from just watching. Without it, I'd have no willpower, my hands would be working, touching myself, spreading the precum... and I'd last about four seconds.
The two of them stayed like that, little moans coming from both, Dani pressing her body tight against his, lips together, then Alan's briefly on her neck until finding each other again, Dani's hands becoming more frenzied, digging her fingernails into Alan's back, and his hands literally lifting her off the floor (deck, but at that point, seemed a moot point).
How long had the two of them stood there, making out like love-struck newlyweds who'd waited months for this night to happen? I had no idea, only that Dani's earlier words were more than prophetic. Watching this was tearing me apart inside, at the same time driving me to the point of insanity with my lust. It was a thousand times more excruciating and more exciting than the previous night.
Alan fell back on one of the leather seats, Dani on top of him, never losing their embrace.
Alan's hand had conveniently slipped up inside Dani's negligee, caressing her hip, their lips locked back together, little feminine moans slipping out, growing in volume as Alan's lips worked their way down to her breasts, pushing the thin material aside and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
"Oh God, Alan, take me to bed."
"Babygirl! Nothing I want more right now."
There was absolutely no noise, silence except for the waves splashing against the boat, the sun going down brightening the sky with vivid colors, and the boat rocking in the gentle waves. My emotions were in complete turmoil, an emotional wreck.
Alan stood again, lifting Dani, all hundred-twenty-seven pounds of her, carrying her in his arms down the steps, through the narrow door of his room, and laid her gently on the edge of his bed. She reached her hands over the elastic of his swim trunks and pushed them down, releasing his massive cock.
Daniella, my wife, gripped it in her tiny hands, leaned forward, and looking up at Alan's face, wrapped her lips around the head. Alan closed his eyes and moaned, "Ahh Babygirl, that feels sooo good, but right now I need to be inside your warm pussy."
