As we sat, all Eight of us, the crew having their meals with the guests, Tina was between Jake and Bill while I was between Eleanor and Barbara on the other side. I could see that my darling wife was keeping some distance from Jake who was then in his late fifties and pushing herself towards Bill whose bare legs most likely touched hers. I could just imagine his blond hairy calves or thighs brushing her perfectly smooth legs. The wine flowed nicely and as we had a nice platter of fruits, I knew I would be in for a siesta after we departed again.
The table was cleaned by the crew, the anchor lifted and now with a very slight wind, we slowly proceeded along the Vineyard sound towards Nonamesset. I once more went to mid-ship where I could enjoy the shade of the jib and started reading. I was about to go to sleep when I noticed that once more Bill was steering with Tina who now really seemed to enjoy it. But as everyone else had gone inside to their cabins for a nap, they were a lot closer to one another. He was sitting on the small wood bench behind the wheel and she was sitting or at any rate leaning on his crotch.
Slowly rotating my body to the side, I looked away from them towards the front but from my black watch which I was holding on top of my eyes, I could clearly see them as in a mirror. They must have thought they were safe and I now could see her slowly rotating her hips while his hand were massaging the side of her thighs. I was surprised as I was getting excited and my cock was hardening. I wondered once more where all this would lead but could or would not do a thing. In fact, it only lasted for maybe ten or twenty minutes as Barbara came up and inquired about our needs for iced tea or wine...
Ray came up behind Barbara and relieved Tina from her... duty. Bill, once more tried to hide his solid boner which this time had been pushing against my wife's pussy or ass for a while. No danger as both seemed to have kept their bathing suits on! Now it may be time to tell you that for the past six months, Tina had stopped taking the pill as we were open to the fact of having a family. And this week-end saw her more or less in the fertile period of her cycle. So there should be no chance of any romance besides some light flirting right now! Except Tina with me, of course.
We reached our destination for the night and secured the boat. The anchorage was splendid and as Tina went into the tiny shower to rinse the salt of the day, I reflected on her beauty and also on her spirit of independence and somehow her daring mind. I have through some of my friends' history been keenly aware of the danger of routine and the need to keep some independence from one another in a couple. Maybe a surprise or two once in a while makes life less dull and more attractive. Finally, is it not a compliment to her and therefore to me that she attracts the attention of interesting men?
I knew I truly loved her. As she came out, I went in and enjoyed the warm water and the soap to get rid of the sun screen I had lavishly applied on myself. As I returned to our cabin, Tina was sitting on a chair facing the desk and, looking at her face in the mirror, carefully applying her make-up around her eyes. I wondered why as we were at sea and not about to go to a party. She then brushed her hair very carefully, sprayed her Chanel perfume under her armpits and on her tummy and, opening her bag, took out a pair of pink panties and a long sleeve pink shirt.
I did not say a word when she forgot about a bra, her tits pointing invitingly under the linen shirt. As to the bottom part, she pulled out of our bag one of those extra wide legged shorts, a combination of miniskirt and shorts. Their white color coupled with a coral looking belt fitted her shirt perfectly. She cast a last glance at her figure in the mirror and looked at me as if wishing for my approval. I told her how gorgeous she was and added that I would gladly "fuck" her right now. She smiled and told me to get dressed and that we would do that later. She kissed me rapidly on the lips, opened the door and went. I could hear her asking Barbara how she could help.
I soon joined them and as for lunch, the table was set, and as the sun was setting behind the coast, Barbara offered us on a tray, high glasses filled with Moet et Chandon champagne. And we had these little pizzas to go with it. Both Tina and I thanked our hosts for this great day and drank our glasses which were soon refilled by Barbara.
Dinner was really splendid with first a Boston clam chowder followed by lobster, rice, broccoli and to finish one of these superb apple pies. And all this savored while downing glass after glass of white wine. As the evening progressed, I was feeling the exhaustion of a hard week of work, the fact that I had been swimming and certainly a bit of influence of these numerous glasses of Champagne and wine. I asked Tina whether she wanted to come down but as Jake and Eleanor were just going down the ladder to their own cabin, she asked me if she could stay with the crew for a short while as Bill had gone to his quarters to fetch his guitar.
So, I stayed with her for a while and I must confess that Bill, besides his looks, had a real talent as a singer and a guitar player He had a good knowledge of these old folk songs and country music and his low voice was full of emotion in the still warm air of the cove. But I was almost falling asleep and decided to leave the watch men on-their-own. Being in a bay, each crewman has to stay on deck taking a three hour turn between 10 pm and 7am just in case the wind would pick up and we would have to move. As I excused myself, Franck went down with me leaving Ray and Tina listening to the guitar. I was now wondering on what Tina would do. Probably a kiss or two with Bill before joining me in our cabin.
And probably she would ask me how it feels to be on this other side of the fence as I mentioned earlier.
I had brushed my teeth and undressed when I heard some footsteps going down the ladder and thought it was Tina coming to join me but the steps went away and I guessed it must have been Ray moving to the crew quarters in the front. I listened carefully and could hear the voice of Bill who kept singing as I guessed Tina was under the charm of this man. Should I go and grab her? I wondered but maybe due to the alcohol or maybe a need to know how far she would go, I could not make up my mind and finally fell asleep. I should have been more thoughtful as Bill, as I mentioned earlier was particularly well built with blond hair a few freckles on his face, his short nose, sexy lips and piercing dark eyes.
I totally ignore how long it was until I heard some footsteps just over my head on deck. I then realized that Tina had not yet joined me in our cabin and looked at my watch. It was now eleven and I was wide awake and thirsty. I grabbed the bottle of water from the tiny desk and drank half of it. I sat down and could only hear the faint noise of the water against the hull and nothing else. I gathered Bill and Tina must have moved ahead on the deck, maybe upfront where some cushions were laid, more or less ten feet ahead of our cabin, only separated from me by the planking. But for those of you who have been on a sailboat, you know how even the slightest sounds get carried around by all the wiring and air ducts which fill the inside of a hull. And, besides, the material itself, whether fiberglass or metal, transmits any vibration better than a telephone.
So I was there listening and suddenly heard her voice or rather chuckle as if she were next to me. They were close and the ventilation deck hatch of the cabin was half open. Then, there was a long silence and some movement as if on top of my head. Clearly they were just a few feet away. I climbed on the bed and very slowly, trying to avoid any noise, finished opening the small deck hatch and just listened. Now I could hear their breathing and some clothes ruffling but guessed that while I was on port, they were slightly forward and in the center. I raised my head through the hatch and looked in their direction. I could not see their faces that were hidden by the life-saving boat container but had a good view of their legs and waists up to mid chests. Amazingly, despite the night, the air was still warm and humid and the stars and a half moon were shining giving a clear view of the deck and their lower bodies.
I did not move and could hear their whispers, barely understandable as they were now obviously trying to make as little noise as possible. I could see her legs, bare as she had discarded her shorts just keeping her pink lace panties. Now I noticed her shorts lying on the deck just left of her legs. His knees were pressing her thigh as he was on his side looking at her but as I said, I could not see their faces. He had likewise taken off his shorts and just had his dark underwear on. She moaned so softly I could barely hear her but as she bent one of her knees, I saw his hand come down on her panty, his fingers clearly visible on her lace fabric. He was touching her! Meanwhile, I could see her-own hand caressing the bulge that once more had formed in his front. At first, his hand was just caressing her from the top, his fingers rubbing her through the lacy fabric, going down to feel her thigh, coming back up her belly, tracing invisible lines on her thin panty, measuring her warmth and maybe her wetness.
