A two-month cruise around the Caribbean in Jason and Abbie's 12-meter yacht. Just the two of us; getting away from the winter. It sounded too good to be true.
"The timing's perfect, Jess," my husband gushed. "You're between jobs, my companies going well. Al can take care of the day to day. You know we've got to spend some time together. We gotta take the chance."
What my husband, Nathan Thomson, said was true. I'd recently quit my job of five years with an international finance company. I'd reached a senior position, had clients in various countries and had charge of seven others. However, I felt stale and needed a change. I intended to find a higher paying role with another company. possibly away from Atlanta.
My salary had allowed Nate to purchase a small company, which he'd done a good job of building up. He'd inherited his second in command Al, who was dependable. He could easily run things in Nate's absence.
"Let's ask him," suggested Nate.
Unsurprisingly, Al was more than happy to be the Boss for a couple of months. I thought about it for a day or so. I knew Nate saying, 'we gotta spend some time together', was code for 'our relationship is struggling right now'. It had been for a year or more. If my work had become stale, so had our relationship. We both worked long hours and time for each other was limited. Our sex life had tailed off and neither of us was particularly happy.
Nate and I had started going together in our last year of High School. However, I'd gone away to College, at which time we agreed to go our separate ways. During those three years I had certainly sown my wild oats. Interestingly, the College men I was attracted too were quite the opposite of Nate, who was small in stature and always well groomed. At College I had always seemed attracted to the rough and ready sports types.
This attraction had puzzled me, but upon my return to Atlanta, Nate and I resumed our relationship and soon married. I'd remained faithful to Nate since. We'd both worked very hard, putting off children, which on reflection might have been a mistake. However, the sacrifices were worth it financially. We were well off, but money didn't buy happiness. Something drastic was needed. I had to admire Nate in making an effort, so I agreed to go.
Nate was over the moon and got back to Jason, who told him the yacht was just sitting there for the winter and we could make our plans as we liked. We placed all our valuables in a safety deposit box and locked up the house, before travelling to the coast. A day later we headed out of the marina and turned south.
Still in our early thirties, Nate was a proficient sailor and I had sailed as well. While this trip was further than we had ever travelled, we'd previously taken Jason's yacht out for weekend trips. We immediately ran into a small storm, which we sailed through with little trouble, increasing our confidence.
I could feel the tensions between us draining away. Early in the journey south we had layers of clothes on to fight the chill, and spent much time below deck. However, as the days passed and the weather warmed, we began to discard these. I was dark haired and tanned easily, so I could stay in the sun. We sailed on past the larger islands, heading for the small islands in the east Caribbean. We'd stocked well and for the first four weeks, remained on the boat.
We were soon enjoying the warm weather and relaxed in each other's company. We read, tanned, swam and ate, whenever we felt like it. This was a luxury for us, coming from our ordered life, which revolved around work. An added benefit was, with all the time on our hands, we were walking around with little clothing on. Not surprisingly, our physical attraction to each other came roaring back to life.
I'd been popular enough to be voted High School Prom Queen and had worked hard to retain my figure. My breasts retained the full, firm nature, which had first attracted Nate as a teenager. However, I'd begun to think this effort had not been worth it, with Nate continually looking past me and commenting about other woman. Now he had no one else to look at and his focus returned to me.
"Oh yes; look at those tits," he would say, when catching me topless on deck. "The best in Georgia; I've always said that."
Such comments would invariably be a pre-curser to some intimate touching and then sex as good as we'd managed for years. I'd taken the opportunity prior to departure to wax myself and this proved another fillip to our sex life. Nate loved it.
So it was that one month in and one day out from our destination of the island of Martinique, I found Nate sitting, propped up on the lounger, totally nude and engrossed in his book. Eyeing his exposed cock and aware we'd be in port the following day; I felt a liaison was required. I slipped off my bikini and moved behind him.
"Oh ho," he announced as I ran hands down his smooth chest. "You startled me you naughty...woah where are you headed?"
"Hush now. Too much talk. Just let Jess find her way round this hot bod," I crooned, running fingers down his stomach, while I pressed my breasts into the back of his head.
My husband wasn't large, but I liked his cock, and right at that moment it looked especially good. I lightly took it in my fingers and began to manipulate it, while he swiveled his head to kiss me. I was delighted to feel him harden under my touch.
"Seems like your book is not so interesting after all," I said, changing my grip to grasp him fully in my palm.
"Oh yeah...that feels nice. Real nice," he moaned, while I stroked him.
My efforts were soon rewarded. I felt him grow to full hardness and dropped to whisper in his ear.
"Can I sit on you sailor...maybe drop my bald pussy onto that lovely hard thing you've got there."
"Hmmm...yes please."
I moved around in front of him and lifted a leg across where he sat. With my feet on the deck, either side of the lounger, I lowered myself to sit across his thighs. I circled him with my arms. We began to kiss again, passionately this time. I moved my pussy up to rest on his shaft, before beginning to move there. I wanted him in me, but not too soon. On a Caribbean voyage, there was no rush. My pussy lips, now slick with moisture, soon parted and his rod was running up and back, along the groove.
"You keep that up and I'm going to paint the deck," Nate eventually groaned.
"Oh! Well we can't have wastage," I said in mock horror, lifting myself, gathering his cock and positioning it at my wet entrance. "We better get it inside me."
Forehead and noses touching, I easily worked myself onto my husband's pole. We both let out deep sighs of satisfaction as my pussy accepted him fully.
"Oh baby; I knew this trip was such a great idea," he moaned, when I began to lift and drop my pelvis.
We knew each other well, taking it slow, allowing the sensations to build. Each time Nate tensed; I stopped my movements. One time he told me to come off him and I did so. I let him settle and soon he indicated we could resume. The good thing was, he remained hard. All the time his hands were on my breasts; squeezing and kneading them. Nate was always a tit man and I knew he'd be relishing this, just as I relished his touching them.
Eventually, that familiar feeling rose in my pussy. I allowed it to build, moving ever closer to the ultimate delight. Soon we were in a steady rhythm, moaning and grunting to indicate the pleasure we were feeling. When the time was right, I slid a hand down between us and brought fingers to lightly tease my clit. This touch moved me on, just as I knew it would. Now there was no thought of going slow. I wanted to cum and Nate would just have to hold on. This wouldn't be easy for him, because I began fucking him with long deliberate movements.
Eyes shut tight in concentration I sped up my actions further, riding the wave. It arrived suddenly and I pressed forward into his chest; a delightful orgasm exploding out from where we were joined. My husband went rigid, letting out a groan of his own.
It was a long mutual cum. A lovely one; naked under the late afternoon sun, with my darling husband. When we both finally came down off our highs, we burst out laughing, congratulating each other for making it together. Nate stayed in me while we kissed deeply, bathing in post-coital bliss. Eventually I felt him soften.
"We're so naughty," I said, lifting off him. "Fucking in the open; in the daytime. What would people think."
"People would think we're down in the Caribbean, under the warm sun, doing what people do on holiday in the Caribbean,"
"I guess you're right," I said, thinking nothing could spoil this happy voyage.
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