This work may be fact, fiction, fantasy or all three. Similar events may have occurred in the past and may occur again in the future. No names or places have been or need to be changed. Any similarity to persons alive or dead may be purely coincidental. Enjoy!
Saturday
The day had been one of those lovely long 80 degree sunny summer days full of swimming in the sea, BBQ and far too much to drink. We'd left our harbour mooring early and our friends Paul and Gary were sleeping at a nearby campsite and had brought Gary's jet ski down for the day. The sunshine cheered us all and there had been flirting and banter all day. There usually was with the four of us although Sarah seemed rather more flirtatious than usual.
Gary and Paul had taken her out on the three seater ski and disappeared for well over an hour. I got a picture text showing Sarah with Gary's arm round her and his hand just in front of her tit supposedly groping it. I text back saying if she was naked and had a cock in each hand I'd be more concerned! Ten minutes later I got another image. Gary was to her left with his right arm over her shoulder and his right hand in front of her right tit. Paul was the opposite side with his hand in front of her left tit. Her bikini neck strap was not visible so she may have been topless. Her hands were outstretched towards their respective groins but they were stood by a table so you could not actually see them. The thereof them all wore ridiculous grins. I just text "Funny" in reply.
It turns out they had been round to the bar on the other beach sinking rounds of by one get one free cocktails. Wearing only a bikini, Sarah had ridden home sandwiched between the two, Paul holding on to Sarah who in turn held on to Gary. Paul's crotch had been rubbing up and down her back partially pulling her bikini bottoms down far enough to expose the top of her bum crack and Sarah's boobs were bouncing merrily above his clasped hands which were supposed to be around her waist but they often "slipped" and he copped more than a few handfuls "by accident".
When not surrounded by Pauls hands, her breasts jiggled up and down as the ski hit the small rippling waves and her rock hard nipples bounced against Gary's back and her crutch rubbed against the base of his back. His shorts suggested he did not dislike the experience. Later, needing to cool off in the heat, Sarah had dived off the boat and I had grabbed the end of the bow tied in the neck strap of her bikini top as she went in. Climbing the boarding ladder she realised her top was undone and here tits were out for all to see. Judging by her nipples, the water was evidently still cold and she gave me a look colder than the arctic ocean. She loosely tied it back up and used the shower on the back of the boat to rinse of the salt. She seemed reluctant to use warm water and her nipples certainly showed it.
That evening, we had a BBQ on the beach, one of the large disposable jobs. After the ski ride and swimming, Sarah had changed into shorts and an "Animal" top, one size too large and no underwear to boot. Every time she leant forward to tend the BBQ she flashed her un tethered tits to a willing audience. She seemed to have had enough to drink not to care anymore and let us all enjoy the view. Normally BBQ's were my domain but it was far more fun watching her cook it. From behind, when she bent down, her thin shorts disappeared into her ass crack leaving bare cheeks and occasionally a shaved lip would show. It was great. I continually pushed her to do things which I didn't think she realised were exposing her to us three blokes. I didn't think she was aware, or at least if she was, she seemed to play along happily enough and thoroughly enjoy all the attention. But she barely spoke to me at all. I figured she was still pissy about the bikini top.
Now back on the boat, sat around the cabin table watching TV, yet more alcohol was consumed. The 2
nd
bottle of Gin of the day was empty and the wine was now flowing freely. Now very pissed, Sarah sat on the cabin sofa with Paul and Gary either side of her. I had been relegated to the padded stool and was starting to get a little crotchety at their continued presence.
Her continuous exposure had made me horny and I was hoping to partake of her pleasures. The oversized orange blouse had pulled tight over her breasts as she had slowly slipped down the cabin sofa and when her hardening nipples grew and the areola shrank and tightened, the nipples darkened and so were perfectly outlined in the slightly sheer fabric.
Paul & Gary were enjoying the view and had both moved to within inches of her breasts to look at point blank range.
"I'm watching you two. Sarah put your tits away."
"If they want to lookin fuck at my tits they can do. Ah shit. I mean if they want to fuckin lick at, I mean look at. oh suck it you know what I mean." she retorted sourly from her rather drunken haze. Well that was me put in my place. It was unusual for her to get really drunk but it was usually fun when she did.
"Thank you Sarah. We'll happily look at, fuck at, suck at or anything else you would like us to do with your tits but your husband might not like it." replied Gary
"You carry on." replied Sarah "And ignore my husband. He'll love it."
Encouraged, Gary blew hard on her nipple which immediately responded by further tightening. Paul performed the same trick on the other side and gained the same response.
"Okay guys. I think that's enough. You have had.." I started to say but she shot me down in flames again.
"Shut up asshole. I'll shay what is and isn't enough. It's my body, not yours. You've been showing me off and trying to expose me all day. Don't start getting pissy now that they are getting the benefits. Are you guys having fun?"
"Hell yes!" replied Paul & Gary in unison
"Well don't let him stop you." she giggled as Gary got a little bolder.
"If you say so. He's your hubby." he said with a leering smile.
Gently at first, almost as if he hoped she wouldn't notice, with his left hand, he squeezed her breast and her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. A slightly breathless moan parted her lips but with no other response coming he continued harder and began to roll the fabric clad nipple between his fingers.
Paul, on the other side, seeing no rebuff to Gary's actions, got one step bolder and began tonguing her nipple through the fabric. Again, just a small whimper. Very soon Gary followed suit. Now my wife had a different man suckling each fabric clad breast and neither was me.
I don't know what had gotten into her.
"Oh come on Sarah, this has gone far enough. Get off her guys." I tried to say forcefully. I stood and tried to pull them off.