The problem about mystical/mind control stories is that everyone is so.....revengeful.
That it does take away a bit of fun. If you really hated that person that much, even if they were drop dead gorgeous, why would you want to fuck them.
It's not how it happens.
You tend to be a bit more selective.
Appreciative.
Haters still gonna hate....... But lovers........
Ohh! They have much more fun.
Trust me, I know.
A bit about me. This all started when I was 43 years old. Getting old and farty as my kids informed me. Not in bad shape though, I was doing Park Runs and getting reasonable times. All my own hair, teeth and could see my belt buckle without taking my belt off or using the mirror. My wife still loved me but 2 kids and quite a few good meals had given her a bit more shape that she wanted, though her bust line was improved and much admired, she did grumble about the bottom half. Personally I didn't have an issue. In bed she was warm and soft to hold and the little extra on the hips gave me something to grab on to whilst taking her from behind. Too often we look at the shape of the body and not the warmth of a soul. I truly loved her.
Life really changed when we purchased our first sailing boat. A little thing which both of us would leave the kids to do their own thing and bob around the Solent (South coast of the UK). We would drop anchor, swim, eat and fuck. If the boat is rocking then we would blame passing ships...even if there wasn't one.
We had dropped anchor in Osborne Bay, it's our favourite spot and is overlooked by Osborne house. It was Queen Victoria's summer residence and I can understand why she liked it so much. The water was clear, warm(ish), we both jumped in. There was a fair bit of laughing as it was still a bit of shock to the system. Rachel came up first whilst I stayed underwater enjoying the view. In my eyes she still had what it took to get me going. A grope on the way up turned in to a kiss then with a hand on the boarding ladder into a full on breathless snog. My cock swelling with the motion of the waves rubbing her up and down me. As she hung on to me I passed my free hand to explore the bikini bottoms. "Find anything you like down there?" As my middle finger slid in running over her clit and delved deep along the rippled roof of the vagina she muttered something and bit on my shoulder. Slow, steady and repeat, slow steady and repeat, slow steady and repeat. My cock was standing proud above my trunks now, her breathing was getting laboured. I looked into her wanton eyes.. "Yep still got it I said". Eye's changed in a flash "Fuck off you wanker, I was getting in to that" she looked down, "well you're not getting out the water with that on show, we need to get back in to finish this off". In a flash she was climbing up the ladder and into the boat. With thoughts "Oh well who is going to see" I was just about to head out of the water and follow her into the boat when a shout came from across the water.
"Ahoy there Dawngreeter!!" (that's the name of our little boat)
I turn around to see Dave, sailing club secretary.
Large yacht, a beautiful wife, he looks like a beached whale and has a nasty habit of lording it over us "little folk". His wife on the other hand, though an absolutely amazing looking woman, is as nice as they come and quite often wears the expression of either complete embarrassment or resigned patience. I understand the prenup on the wedding was quite well written in his favour.
"Mind if we pull up along?......... oh damn we can't, your anchor wouldn't hold.... Oh well, if you want you can pop over later after we've sorted ourselves out and tie your dinghy to the back and have a tipple, we've always got ice!"
Whilst I'm thinking "Fuck you" Rachel calls across "That sound's lovely but first we need to sort some things, oh Hi Lisa, looking good!" (she wasn't wrong. I've seen Lisa drenched, cold, windswept, covered in paint, mud and oil and she always looks like she belongs on a film set). Today we were greeted by her with hair tied back, black all in one swimsuit pushing those generous D cups into an eye watering cleavage. As we raised her hand to wave I could see how deep the side went, a whole load of glorious side boob and back very visible. In the back of the boat I catch sight of Jack. Best mates with Lisa and Dave and always around. We've had many a chat about what we think is going on there. I think that he's there for Lisa but Rachel is not sold on the idea but refuses to relinquish any insights. Thick as thieves those two at times.
They glide past and drop anchor 500 yards away down tide.
With my erection now very deflated I climb aboard. Whilst they are sorting their boat Rachel and I retire below. It's warm, dark and slightly stuffy down there, sun is streaming past the curtains which have been kept closed to keep the worst of the sun out. If you look through the hatch all you would see is what is illuminated from the doorway. There is a lot of shade down there.
"Seriously? Gin and Tonic with Dave?"
"It will be good to catch up with Lisa and give her some moral support. Besides I know you don't mind ogling her"
"Lisa, I can cope with. It's the other two which wind me up! Did you see him sulking in the back?"
"I'd hardly call it sulking and yes I did see him, looking very....oiled... Not going to get sun burnt with that much on."
