Sarah and I met in college and hit it off immediately. The very first moment I saw her eyes light up as she laughed at one of my awkward jokes, I was in love. We were both housed on the top floor of the school's most remote dormitory. She was in the room at the end of the hall, and, for some reason--which turned out to be lucky--the housing department decided to put me next to the bathrooms.
Most days, I would leave my door open hoping she'd pop her head in my doorway as she made her way to the ladies' room. Often she'd stop by in the evenings before "being dragged out" with her friends. In the mornings, she'd saunter slowly by my door in only a towel--she always made sure I was looking.
Our flirtations turned into casual dating, then after graduation we moved in together. A few months later we were married. It was the happiest day of my life.
Our sex life is and always has been incredible. Sarah is always surprising in bed. She is fun and creative and always becomes far more aroused than any girls I had been with in the past. Sometimes during especially heated sex she would go into a frenzy--an almost trance-like state where she'd whisper the dirtiest things I'd ever heard. I absolutely loved it.
Our sexual games have always been limited to our own bedroom. Our feeling was that as long as the craziness was just between us--there were no limits: fantasies, toys, role-playing, and everything else. There was nothing too "out there" to try once--as long as it was just between us.
This particular Saturday, Sarah and I had planned to go out sailing on our new yacht. It was a simple yacht--as far as yachts go--with a small cockpit and simple living quarters down below consisting of two small bunks and a meager galley. The boat was how I rewarded myself for finally earning a new job I'd been working toward since school. The pay was more than I'd ever dreamed of making. I didn't grow up rich, so I decided to do what the "rich guys" do, and buy a boat. I had sailed this particular boat only once before with the previous owner while I was deciding whether or not to buy it, but this was the first time Sarah and I would have been out on it alone.
For a few weeks during the boat-buying process, Sarah and I had been revving each other up talking about all the sexual fantasies we could come up with once we owned the boat and were able to take it for a full day a few miles offshore and all alone in the open sea. Today was that day. I spent most of the morning bouncing around the house, packing a picnic, double-checking the gear, and tucking my erection into my waistband. Sarah was excited too. She woke me up with the most wonderful blowjob, and when I opened my eyes, I saw she was wearing a red sailing handkerchief! I laughed. She looked adorable.
We had collected and packed all we needed and as we were headed out to the boat, the phone rang. Sarah slapped my ass and told me she'd only be a second. I stood in the doorway and bounced impatiently.
"Hello?" said Sarah, answering the phone. "Oh hey. ... Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that. Yeah, that won't be a problem. Come on over, and yes of course, please, bring Tatiana."
I could tell from Sarah's posture and sinking expression that we weren't going anywhere. She hung up the phone, dejected.
"Honey. I'm so sorry, but that was Richard. He needs my help on a last-minute sales presentation for work. He and Tatiana are coming over for a bit so we can finish it up."
Richard is Sarah's boss. He's a good guy and he and I get along really well. Over the last few years we had become good friends. We often meet up with him and his wife, Tatiana, to go out for dinner or beers or concerts. So the news wasn't entirely bad--just a bummer that our sailing trip would have to wait.
"He's bringing Tatiana over too, because they had plans to go to the beach that he had to cancel. Maybe you and she could go sailing instead?"
My heart sank. I wanted my first "real" trip out on the boat to be with Sarah--not only for the sexual carnival I envisioned--but because I wanted it to be a special moment in the story of our lives.
"Well fuck. I don't want to go without you. I'll just hang back and sit in the corner looking sad all day." I said.
Sarah laughed. "No way. You've been wanting to go sailing for months now. It's a beautiful day. Go. Have fun."
I reluctantly agreed. Richard and Tatiana showed up a few minutes later. We all hugged and greeted one another in the doorway before I helped Richard lug in his presentation materials, books, and boxes from the car. He was stressed and distracted. I felt bad for him--work was obviously weighing him down.
By the time we got a workspace set up in the dining room for Sarah and Richard, Sarah had already offered her spot on the boat to Tatiana--who had excitedly accepted. She said she'd much prefer it to sitting inside all day watching her husband work. So it was decided. Tatiana grabbed her beach bag from their car and we waved to Sarah and Richard as they began straightening the pile of work on the dining room table.
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It was a beautiful day in the bay. I had grown up sailing tiny boats, but never captained my own yacht. I felt wonderful. The birds were overhead, the sun was shining, and there was a steady breeze from the east. It would have been perfect if it was Sarah sitting in the cockpit with me instead of Tatiana. Not that Tatiana's a bore. She's a smart and beautiful girl, a few years younger than my wife, with a great sense of humor. She and I got the sails up well enough and had a great time talking and laughing as we made our way out into open water.
After a few hours of steady breeze, laughing, and lively conversation, the wind died down. We found ourselves bobbing around like ducks in the middle of the bay--seven miles (and a few hours) from shore. The sun began to beat down on us and Tatiana started to lose some layers. When she pulled off her sweater, I could see her perfectly fit and tan belly. I peeked, but in a gentlemanly way--with her sweater over her head, I don't think she could've noticed.
I had to begin peeling off some clothes too, and soon I was sitting behind the wheel in just my bathing trunks. I think Tatiana took that as a cue to strip down to her bathing suit as well. Even though I would never cheat on Sarah, I had to admit--Tatiana was attractive and in great shape. It was hard to keep from looking at her.
We were enjoying each other's company and some cold beer I had stowed away--just bobbing around in the bay waiting for wind--when Tatiana's phone rang. It was one of those smart phones with that face-to-face technology, so she held it out in front of her in a way I'd never seen before. I silently made fun of her when she picked up the call. She was laughing at me when she started talking.
"Oh hi Sarah! I was expecting it to be Richard," Tatiana said into the video camera. "What's up?"
"Hey! I just have to ask James a quick question, could you pass him the phone?" said Sarah.
Tatiana passed me the phone and it took me a few seconds to get my bearings. It wasn't natural for me yet to speak at a video of my wife's face.
"Hey honey. What's up?" I said.
"James, I have to ask you something and I hope you aren't mad." Sarah said.
"Uh. Ok. Shoot." I looked at Tatiana--my expression asking, what's up with this? She just shrugged.
"James. I was here working with Richard and he started to get ... a little rude with me." Sarah said. Tatiana's ears perked up--she looked concerned. I thought "rude" was a vague word, so I just chuckled.
"Ok. Go on..." I said.
"Well, we were here working on the sales stuff, and he put his arm around my chair, you know. And it was a bit close. Then he started playing with my hair--which was weird, but it felt nice. He's a good friend and I thought it was OK, I guess. His hands were so gentle, it was amazing and I didn't want him to stop--even though I knew he probably should."
