Waking up to a beautiful sunny morning it dawned on me - today we started three weeks holiday on our sailing yacht. Marie was already busy in the kitchen and the familiar smell of nearly burned toast signalled the necessity for action. A quick shower and I was more or less set for the day.
"What lovely homey smells you make," I told her, giving her a big hug. "I hope you realize that today is the start of three wonderful, exiting weeks," kissing her before sitting down for breakfast.
"Of course I do," she smiled "It will be so nice to sail away into the unknown - well nearly unknown," she corrected herself.
The truth is that we have sailed down the Swedish coast more times than we care to remember, but on a sailing boat every day is "unknown." Wind and weather is such a dominant factor that it can't be ignored. As they say, "disregard the weather forecasts on your peril."
With a fair wind we should be able to see some new places in Denmark this year.
"It will be strange to have Paul on-board," Marie said. "But then of course I can just laze about and let you boys do all the work. I need to work on my tan so it really suits me just fine. Perhaps we have to go a little bit careful on nudity this time," she wondered - and added "I was a bit surprised when he asked to come sailing with us without his wife - do you think they have had a serious tiff? I know that their marriage isn't too hot, but why didn't he ask her to come along as well, they might have been able to iron out their differences?"
"Well, you know that sailing isn't her style. Had we had a motor cruiser I think she might have considered coming," I told her. "Besides, Paul told me that he needed some time away from her. They have a non-existent sex life at the moment, and it has been that way for a long time."
"Hm... all the more reason for playing the prude perhaps - we don't want to lead him astray - do we?" There was a hint of a laugh in her statement and she added, "A shame really, I have always enjoyed both of us being naked on board when the weather is nice."
Let me tell you something about us before I go on with the story.
Marie is a brown-eyed brunette of 35, with a ready smile, an open mind and with a refreshing, down to earth attitude to anything sensual. Long legs, ending in the cutest bottom. Her breasts are not big, but very much in harmony with the rest of her 5'5" stature. All in all a woman that has everything it takes to be a sensual woman. Besides - I just love her to bits!
Paul and I go back a long time. In fact, right back to childhood. We fought, we played, and we chased the girls as we got into our late teens. We fell in and out of friendship time and again. We were borne on the same day of the same year and we are both 37. I stand just over 6' and he slightly less. From the time of our formative years, when we compared most things, I knew that his cock was bigger than mine. But as a good friend I have forgiven him for that impertinence! Not that I have ever had any complaints about my solid and eager 7 and a bit inches.
Marie and Paul became good friends when we moved back to my hometown after five years abroad. I'm sure they have had the odd cuddle and kisses over the years. When Paul had his new home built they had very crummy facilities and he often came around to use our bathroom to clean up. I remember Marie waltzing into the room one time to wash his back for him. I had a feeling she might have washed his more intimate parts, but I have never asked - and, if she did, it would all be in good fun! I have never thought that Paul would muscle in on my marriage - he is to straight-laced for that.
The thought of some hanky panky 'going on' really excites me though!
It was a year earlier. Paul was in town for a business meeting and stayed over for a couple of nights. He suggested booking a hotel, but Marie wouldn't hear of it. On his last evening with us we put some steaks on the grill and opened a good bottle of wine. Marie had changed into a very nice new dress she had bought on her last visit to London. She looked really beautiful in her new attire.
Describing ladies dresses is not my forte, but let me try. The silky fabric, with strategically placed, large blue dots and plunging neckline showed off her alluring cleavage quite beautifully. It was clear her well-shaped breasts were braless, and looking at the curve of her hips I had a hunch she wasn't wearing panties either. Both Paul and I complimented her on her great looks.
It was getting cooler as the sun was setting and Marie suggested moving inside for coffee and afters. I put some music on the stereo and Paul and I took turns dancing with her. I was right in my assumption that her panties were off. It was exciting to feel her naked rump. Paul obviously found her panty-less bottom arousing as well - his hands were low on her back, very low - pressing her body into his.
Coming back to the couch he tried to hide an obvious erection. Marie's erect nipples could clearly be seen making dents in her dress.
Feeling the drinks I lay down on the couch in the cosy area of our L shaped lounge and drifted into sleep. I could still register them chatting away.
"Perhaps we should call it a night after a last dance?" Marie suggested to Paul. Putting on some more soft music they moved closely together grinding into each other. I kept drifting in and out of sleep, but Marie's comment, "It's nice to feel your hard cock so close to me," had me awake!
From my dark corner I was able to watch them sway together through the slit of my eyes. His right arm pressed her towards his crotch and his free hand was stroking her naked breasts as her straps were off her shoulders. His hand then moved down to her belly and further to her crotch touching her cunt through the silky material of the outfit.
"Be careful, my wetness will leave a stain on my new dress," Marie whispered, lifting it up to her hips, baring her moist centre to him. Still whispering she opened the belt of his trousers, "I want to touch your big hard cock."
Soon the trousers, along with his underwear, were around his ankles and stepping out of them he kicked them away.
"What about Finn?" Paul asked with a hint of nervous tremor in his voice as she was stroking him.
"Don't worry - he's an extremely heavy sleeper," Marie told him, knowing full well that I would find it exiting if I was awake to observe them.
The top of Marie's dress was now resting on her hips and she was busy unbuttoning Paul's shirt, pressing her hard pointed nipples into his bared chest. His cock was rubbing against her crotch, brushing her soaked slit and clitoris. To allow him better access she put one leg on the low couch where I was "sleeping".
"I need you inside me," she whispered.
Taking hold of his now rampant hard-on she placed it at her moist entrance and he pressed smoothly into her.
"Oh... Paul - you are filling me up so nicely. I want to feel you pumping your sperm into me, but let us stay without moving for just a while," she panted, flexing her cunt in ripples all along his rigid shaft.
"There is no way I can hold on if your lovely cunt keeps massaging my cock like this." Paul mumbled into her neck.
Soon both of their urges became demanding and Paul was moving in long strokes in and out of her. Not only could I hear their combined wetness as they both chased the release of the sexual energy they had built within each other during the evening, but also the heady scent of their mingled juices wafted towards me. Their primeval noises signalled their climax and they clung together long enough to slow their heavy breathing.
"I want more of you Marie," Paul said kissing her. "It was so good."
"Oh... yes Paul, for me too," she panted sucking his tongue.
"Let's sit down with a glass of wine before bed," Marie suggested - letting the bottom half of her dress fall down to cover her pussy but she didn't bother to cover her breasts. Paul started to put his trousers back on, but she stopped him. "It's nice to see you naked - I'm sure you will manage to pour the wine without cloths on!" she whispered.
They snuggled on the couch sipping wine and Paul said, "That was wonderful. I haven't had such a good fuck for a long, long time. It's not the same with Kay (his wife) any more. I don't seem to be able to excite her."
"It was good for me as well," Marie whispered back. "I wanted your hardness in me tonight, I knew that you had a nice cock, but I had forgotten how big you are. It felt so nice inside me."
With that statement she got up and dropped her dress to the floor.
"I want to be naked as well," she said sitting down again, but this time straddling his hips, placing his cock along her wet slit, her hands idly stroking him. "Oh my... you are getting hard again," she whispered, leaning into him offering her breasts to his mouth.
Sucking one hard nipple, and then the other into his mouth they both moaned hauntingly.
"One more fuck before bed," she panted - raising her hips to catch his hard shaft at the opening of her vagina pressing his shaft slowly inside her wetness.
"Oh... Marie - it feels sooo good to be inside your cunt, oh yes... squeeze my cock," Paul rasped, trying to keep his voice down.
"Let me get on my knees and you take me doggy style - I'll be able to feel your shaft even deeper inside me," Marie wailed, releasing his cock with a resounding plop as she turned her arse high, with one knee on the sofa and the other on the floor, exposing her beautiful wet cunt in all its glory to Paul's eager, rampant cock. "Now - take me hard and let me have all of your come deep inside me," she shouted, forgetting to keep her voice down.
And come he did - spraying his seed into her depths - each contraction forcing his very potent sperm to wash around her cervix; seeking a fertile egg.
"Now, it really is time for bed," Marie said after a while. "I must try to wake Finn and get him to bed. And in case you are worried about impregnating me - I had my tubes tied after our last child. Get to bed Paul; I'll wake you up in the morning before I leave for work. Perhaps you are up to it in the early hours. Well - I am," she said, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.
She came over to my corner and sat down looking into my open eyes.
"You haven't slept have you?" she asked with a smile on her face.
