It was a bright Chicago day. A hot, semi-windy day...perfect for sailing on Lake Michigan, and that was the plan. Donny and I were on vacation that summer, and we decided to visit one of his old friends, Sam. It had been over 18 years since we saw Sam. He and Donny had been close friends since high school, and though he stood up for Donny at our wedding, I didn't know him all that well. What I did remember was how good-looking he was. I had wondered if he had kept himself up, after all these years, and I was pleasantly surprised. Oh, his hair had thinned and grayed, but his body was still in great shape.
We got a call from Sam, saying he'd be over to pick us up in an hour. Donny and I switched our underwear to swimwear, each put on shorts and shirts and packed a straw bag with towels, lotion, etc. and headed down to our hotel lobby. Sam's car drove up shortly. We piled in and took off for the harbor.
"Kate will be joining us at the dock. One of our kids is under the weather and she had to make plans for a sitter." Said Sam, as he drove.
We had yet to meet Sam's new wife, Kate. He hadn't really said too much about her, except they had been married for ten years and had two young kids. Everything went off as planned, and by the time we were ready to set sail, Kate met us at the dock. She was a short, well-built brunette and she was young! Sam's age is the same as ours (early fifties), but his wife couldn't have been more than 35. As we exchanged introductions, I noticed how easy going and rather feisty she was. Perhaps she was just what attractive Sam needed to keep him in line.
Sam's sailboat was no yacht by any means, but there was plenty of room for the four of us. He described it as a day schooner and rattled off its limited amenities, as we slowly maneuvered through the harbor. Neither Donny nor I had ever been sailing, so this was going to be a real adventure. After showing off some sailing techniques to catch the wind, our captain soon had us heading for deeper water. We settled back to enjoy the ride, when Kate decided to sun bathe.
"Would you like to join me, Barb? It's a beautiful day for it," she asked, as she stripped off her shorts and top to reveal a skimpy black bra and thong bikini.
The sight of her younger, tanned and toned body instantly made me feel jealous and embarrassed. I declined her invitation and offered some lame excuse about having an allergic reaction to the sun tan lotion. Sam changed the subject, by offering us something to drink. The guys drank beer, while me and Kate had wine coolers. Donny and Sam recounted old times, as Kate and I discussed kids, husbands, etc.
The wine, the balmy weather and the pleasant company made for a relaxing afternoon. By now, the wind had let up and we just drifted on the big lake. It was easy to see that Sam and Kate had only been married ten years. They were still quite amorous, and seemed to be quite comfortable displaying it. They snuggled and kissed, while Donny and I took in the show.
"Honey, put some lotion on me, so I don't burn," Kate said, as she handed the lotion to Sam and turned toward us, with her back to him.
"Sure, Baby. Where do you want it?" He asked, gazing up at her.
"Oh, all over... you know." She purred.
Sam started spreading the white goo on her thin ankles and slowly worked his way up her athletic legs. When he rubbed the lotion on her exposed ass, she let out a moan and shoved it in his face. From our vantage point, we couldn't see his face. However, by the sounds of her moans, he was most likely using his tongue in her ass crack. As his hands continued to apply the lotion up her torso, I wondered why Donny and I weren't at all offended by their behavior. Normally, watching a couple we hardly knew having an erotic interlude in such close proximity would have upset us, but this was different. Somehow it seemed so innocent and natural. It didn't dawn on me that I might be getting excited, until I felt Donny's slide his arm behind my shoulder. We were seated on a long bench seat with Donny's legs on either side of me. I eased back against his arm and decided to watch our two hosts directly across from us, only a few feet away.
Sam greased her body from bottom to top and was working on her arms, when she quickly turned around to face him. She reached down, pulled his t-shirt off, took a glob of lotion and massaged it into his hairy chest. When she had his muscular chest saturated, she leaned over to whisper something in his ear. She went to her knees in front of him, put a hand on each of his shoulders and nodded to him. His hands reached around her and untied her bra top and I felt my pussy twinge. He removed her top and pulled her close. She clutched him tight and massaged his oily naked chest with hers. Her sexy moaning increased as their upper bodies slapped each other. With my extra clothes on, the heat of the day combined with viewing their heated passion made me feel uncomfortable and sticky. I squirmed against Donny and felt a bead of sweat trickle down my cleavage.
"God dam newlyweds," Donny whispered to me, half-laughing.
"Really!" I reacted, and added, "You don't suppose this is high-seas etiquette, do you?"
Now our hosts were French-kissing and made no indication they even knew we were there. Squirming more on my seat, I felt my husband's growing hardon against my ass. I remembered thinking how high-schoolish this all seemed, but there was no denying how turned on I was becoming. There was no getting around the heat either. I unbuttoned my top to cool down and Donny took it as a sign that I wanted to fool around. He quickly shoved his hand inside my top and bathing suit. I grabbed his wrist, when he started fondling one of my big tits. Instinctively, I tried to pull his hand away, when he spoke.
"Oh well Honey. When in Rome, as they say..."
I continued, in vain, to get him to release his grip. I couldn't take my eyes off of Sam's talented hands kneading his wife's sweet ass, and her hands sliding down his chest to his crotch. My nipples hardened at Donny's touch, when I imagined her unzipping him and whipping out his manhood. It was hardly my imagination when she obviously started stroking his cock. I reached around behind me and felt the length of Donny's erection. Their sloppy kisses momentarily subsided. Sam leaned down and our eyes met, as his expert fingers slowly rolled Kate's thong over her tight ass. I focused on his eyes intently. They darted away to scan Donny's hand fondling my tits, then returned quickly back to give me a vicious wink. I smiled, returned his wink, and watched him settle back with Kate's head in his lap.
Our eyes focused on each other, while his wife's head bobbed up and down on his tool. The slurping sounds of her blowjob mixed with the sound of tiny waves splashing against the boat. Imagining I had hold of Sam's cock, I continued to tug away at Donny's love muscle as best I could, considering the layers of clothing. With my free hand I unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and indicated to Donny to take it off. Watching Sam's lustful expressions, as his wife's head bobbing increased was a complete turn on. My juices were flowing nonstop and I wanted a hard cock in me so bad. Donny lowered the straps of my one-piece suit over my shoulders. I was sure his next step would be to expose my huge hooters to his old friend, but it was not to be. Unfortunately, my husband was content to continue his assault on my breast undercover. As hot as I was, I still wasn't forward enough to expose myself. This had to be my husband's choice. Even when Sam's eyes widened at seeing my cleavage, all I could offer was a sad pout.
Realizing that Donny was being surprisingly cautious, I didn't think it would hurt to take my shorts off. After all, it was turning into a scorcher of a day. There's no way my broad hips or full ass could compete with 'little miss trim and taunt', but I figured, what the hell? I let go of my grip on Donny's prick, pulled his hand away from my tits, stood up and undid my shorts.
