Two Couples and a Yacht, Day 01

OK, so you got the title and it says it all, right? Well, not completely all. There are details I need to fill in. And it's the details that I'll forget if I don't write them down, so here goes...

We bought a 'yacht' from a single guy who lived aboard. He was tired of the cramped life on board and the endless maintenance that seems to plague boats, so he posted an ad on craigslist and we jumped.

"Wow! Look at this one honey!" I exclaimed. "A 32 foot sloop, complete with working engine and all the rigging, sleeps 6, all for only $6000!"

"How old is it?" my wary wife asked.

"Hmmm.... The ad doesn't say. Maybe it's too good to be true," I replied with my voice trailing off. My wife Grace knew I was looking for an affordable boat for a while and could hear the dejection in my voice.

"Well by all means, check it out," said my wife with a little more encouragement. "Maybe this is the one."

I knew Grace was having a little trouble sharing my enthusiasm for a boat. The last time we owned one we had many adventures. Maybe too many adventures. I thought it was fun, plowing through chop in 20 knot winds, heeling over in a close haul against the wind, heading to a quiet anchorage in the middle of nowhere. I loved getting away from the craziness of the city and heading out self sufficient in luxury to a location only accessible by boat. For the most part, it kept away the riff-raff and gave us opportunities to be alone in the wilderness, which was fun in itself.

"OK, I'll shoot him an email and ask some questions," I offered. I pulled up a message from drafts which asked all the standard questions: How old is the boat, when was the last survey, are the sails in good condition, how many hours on the engine, etc. etc. It was a pretty thorough questionnaire, and around half of my inquiries were met with silence. So I routinely sent the owner this message and went on perusing the ads.

That night I lay in bed thinking about plying the high seas with a 32 footer. It would be bigger than our last one, which was a 27 footer, and I was thinking it would be nice to have a boat big enough to take some of our friends. Especially Jim and Nancy, some new friends we met last year with whom we had so much in common. We loved hiking together, swimming, picnicking, shopping, and did I mention swimming?

OK, just to clarify, I'm a pretty normal guy and I have to admit that Nancy is pretty hot. She's about like my wife but with bigger tits and a little sassier. Oops, didn't mean to offend you, but I have to be honest. I love big boobs and though Grace has a nice athletic hard body, she wasn't endowed much in the boob department. I still think she's the most incredible woman out there, but my curiosity with big boobs sometimes gets the better of me. I sometimes wonder what it would be like, you know... for my wife to have a couple of sizes bigger. I'm sure she thinks the same about me, who's got an average 6" package. So maybe we're even.

Now how did I get thinking about that? Oh, swimming! Yes, swimming. Very nice! After years of rearing our young ones, they have all flown the coup, leaving us a little freedom to do stuff we were restrained to do otherwise. So Grace has become more daring with her swimming apparel, most likely inspired by Nancy. The first time we went swimming together Grace wore a modest one piece. It was her training suit which she almost lived in while training for triathlons, and she just wore it out of habit. We headed for the local beach and my eyes almost popped out when Nancy took off her shirt. Her boobs were trying to bust out of that bikini like there was no tomorrow. Then she lowered her shorts, revealing beautifully shaped hips and ass.

OK, believe me, I tried not to be too obvious about it, but I had trouble not salivating and staring at Nancy that afternoon. How far can you turn your eyes to the right while pretending to look ahead, eyes behind sunglasses? And how in the world was I supposed to hide a boner while wearing a swimsuit?? I'm sure Grace noticed, and she didn't seem all too pleased. But somehow we managed to enjoy ourselves, and I made sure I paid attention to Grace, making passes at her and having fun in the sun.

Back home Grace undressed in the bathroom before her shower, looking at herself in the mirror, cupping her small boobs in her hands as if she was measuring their size.

"I wonder what I would look like with bigger boobs," she asked.

This was a loser question for me. My mind raced, trying to think of the "right" answer. When it came to women, there were many things that were still a mystery to me. This was one of them. I had some standard answers, like, "I like you just the way you are" but after our time at the beach with Jim and Nancy, I think that would ring a little hollow.

"I'm sure it would decrease your power to weight ratio as it pertained to your athletic ability," I offered with a good dose uncertainty. I wasn't very convincing. We had been married too long. Grace frowned and studied her boobs closer.

"Well, maybe a body mass index a little higher wouldn't make too much of a difference," she shot back, obviously annoyed at my comment. I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her body and putting my hands over hers.

"Your boobs are gorgeous honey," I said, but with probably too much sympathy in my voice. "You're a sexy woman and you know that," trying to affirm her as genuinely as possible.

"Then why were you slobbering all over Nancy this afternoon?" she asked with a pout on her lips.

Busted. How could I think I would get away with it? There was no use making excuses. She wouldn't believe me anyway. After this many years we've decided the best way is honesty.

"I'm really sorry honey. I was taken by surprise and steamrolled. I didn't know she would be wearing that kind of bathing suit. You know what I think about larger breasts and... well, Nancy has them...." I decided to stop speaking before I dug myself in deeper. We looked at each other in the mirror. Then I turned her around, pulled her to me in a deep hug and continued, "I still think you're the hottest 50 year old momma out there! Just look at you!"

Indeed. While most other women her age were becoming blimps, she had tightly toned arms and legs, a nicely shaped and sized ass, smooth skin, and even though they were small, perky tits. I loved watching her exercise, working on her abs and muscle tone. Sometimes I would watch from the other room and get inspired to self-stimulation. She was a beauty to behold, especially when she was wearing a sports bra and tights.

"I am really sorry for salivating over Nancy," I said in a soft voice. "I wouldn't trade you for the world, you know that! But please try to understand how I'm wired. It's like a woman trying to walk down a mall, trying not to look at the "huge discount" items on the racks just inside the store. It's almost impossible," I offered. Grace looked up and smiled. She got my point.

"In that case, don't notice this!" And with that, she pulled free, stretched her arms over her head and slowly rotated her hips while looking me straight in the eyes. I groaned softly and took in the sight. She was super hot, and she knew it. She could get me anytime, and this was one of them. "The day at the beach made me pretty horny, so you better be up to it mister!"

Grace was normally a soft spoken woman, but when it came to sex, she knew what she wanted, and got it. I just watched in a stupor, taking in the sight before me, helplessly falling prey to her seduction. It has happened many times before, but it was always new. Her curves, her scent, her wetness, her tightness, her intensity, and her sexiness. We did it right there, in the bathroom, like we couldn't wait. Two meek introverts turned savages beating against each other, not wanting to stop until we could hold back no longer. And after the climax we would both float down gloriously back to earth, marveling in the gift we were given.

"I'm going to expand my wardrobe," Grace suddenly said, jolting me from my blissful state. "Or rather, shrink it," she giggled mischievously.

"Whaa..." I began to ask.

"Shhh. Go back to dreamland Dave. I didn't say a thing," she replied, looking off into the distance.

"Shouldn't we shower first??" I asked.

"Of course!" she replied. "Get up you sluggard! It's off to bed we go." This wasn't like her. I knew she had an idea, and I kinda knew what it was.

The next time we went swimming with Jim and Nancy, it was Jim's turn to do the drooling. Well, maybe both of our turns. When Grace stripped to her bathing suit, I was shocked! She certainly did shrink her wardrobe, by around, hmmm.... 60%. She wore a full sized spandex halter top, almost like a sports bra, which accentuated her toned shoulders and arms and really made her waist look grabbable. But it was her bottoms that really made the eyes pop. Not revealing too much, but not being overly modest either, it showed just enough of her tight ass and slender waist to want to see more, which I'm sure was hard on Jim.

But Nancy wasn't being overly modest either. I'm sure her bikini was even smaller than the one she wore before, and maybe thinner. Throughout the afternoon I could see her nipples protrude a little now and again. I didn't feel so bad about stealing some glances at Nancy whenever I noticed Jim ogling Grace's ass. When the women went walking down to the water together, Jim did an obvious stare at my wife's bottom and looked at me, shaking his head and letting out a low, "whew!" I responded by staring in Nancy's direction and dropping my sunglasses a little, quietly letting out a low, "oolala!". We both grinned at the women as they walked toward the water. Jim looked at me just long enough to make me feel a little uncomfortable and said,

"Dave, we're married to the hottest women on the beach, wouldn't you say?" What could you say to that? I smiled back and nodded. Jim didn't look too bad either. He was built similar to me, somewhat athletic, though he was a little taller. We both kept ourselves in pretty good shape.

"We're really lucky guys. I'm not sure how we could have done any better!" I replied. With that, Jim got up and ran down the beach. I ran after him, passing him on my way to scooping up a screaming Grace who was trying out the water. Nancy shrieked as Jim bent down and picked her up over his shoulder, carrying her out farther than she wanted to go. Both women beat on their men to let them go, to which they happily obliged, dropping them into the sea. A playful water fight followed, along with lots of laughing and screaming.

At one point Nancy jumped on my back as Jim and I were splashing Grace. Whoa! I felt her boobs squish against my back as she grabbed me around the shoulders to try knocking me down. I feigned defeat and sunk under the water, taking Nancy with me. I spun around under the water, trying to get my balance back and I felt all sorts of flesh against my chest and stomach. Oh man. How long could I hold my breath?? I rose up with Nancy in my arms, laughing and sputtering. Nancy gave me a quick splash, reached for her boobs, and quickly turned around.

"Don't look!" she cried. She quickly adjusted her top and turned back around. I was about to apologize when we both heard a shriek and saw Grace rise out of the water, on top of Jim's shoulders. Grace was flailing around, screaming and grabbing Jim's head, trying to hold on, clenching her legs around Jim's shoulders. I don't think Jim really knew what to do. He looked triumphant with a helpless Grace on his shoulders, and it looked like he was enjoying himself a lot. He twirled around a couple of times, then pitched backward, dumping her into the water on her back. Nancy dove towards Jim and I raced toward Grace, continuing the water wrestling.

We haven't had so much fun for a long time. It was like we were teenagers again, inspired by another couple so similar to us. It didn't take too long to become exhausted, and the wrestling turned into both Jim and I cradling our respective wives in the water, then walking toward the beach carrying them in our arms. It was a sight to see Nancy rise out of the water in Jim's arms, her skin glistening in the sun.

I had no trouble carrying Grace. At pounds I could carry her for a long time without too much trouble. But as I was watching Jim, I could see him struggling with the weight of Nancy, who I would estimate weighed 135 or so.

"OK, Uncle!" cried Jim. "Gotta put you down now."

"Oh come on Jim," I mocked. "Let's see who can carry their wife the farthest!" I challenged.

"No fair, your wife is lighter!" Jim exclaimed, realizing what he just said. Nancy gave him a sharp blow to the shoulder with a look of disgust on her face. "Ow!" he cried, "I mean... I really didn't mean..." he stuttered, realizing he blew it.

"Hey, a few extra pounds in the right places is worth the weight!" I offered. And with that, it was my turn to get beat on by my wife. "Ow!" I cried, "I mean.... I really didn't mean..." I stuttered, realizing I just blew it. Jim and Nancy were splitting up laughing by now, prompting me to object to Jim. "Hey! I was just trying to help you out and get you out of a jam!" With that, Grace jumped out of my arms and gave me a hug.

"My hero!" she said sarcastically. "Always out to help others in need!" as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

We walked slowly back to our towels and lay in the sun, drying off and dozing in the heat. Friends like these don't happen every day, and we all seemed to know that, spending as much time together as we could until the sun was saying goodbye to the day. We parted ways and drove home, recounting the events of the day.

"Well? What did you think of my new wardrobe?" probed Grace. I looked at her, eyes wide and exclaimed,

"Totally, sizzling HOT! I can't believe what you wore out there! It was Jim's turn to slobber over you this time. You are such a tease!" Grace blushed a little and looked a little coy.

"Well, I didn't think it was THAT immodest. It still covered more than Nancy didn't it?" she said apologetically.

"Oh of course! Just enough to want to see more! Grace, you have such a tight body, I'm sure most guys on that beach were slobbering over you."

"I didn't really mean to do that... I just wanted to look... nice," she offered.

"Well, you certainly looked nice." I exclaimed. "You chose just the right swimsuit to do the job."

"Nancy looked nice too, don't you think?" she probed. Oh oh. Here we were, treading on dangerous territory again.

"Of course! You both looked very nice. Jim and I were commenting on you two when you were walking toward the water. You two are the hottest women out there!" I added. She smiled at me then looked away.

"And Nancy's few extra pounds in the right places... you really think that's worth the weight?" she asked. Rats. Here she goes again. I don't like it when she talks this way, so I went into lecture mode.

"Listen Grace," I said authoritatively. "There's nothing wrong with small boobs, and there's nothing wrong with bigger ones. You two are just built differently, that's all. And there really is nothing wrong with that. You know I love you and love the way you keep your body looking so good for me. Didn't you see how Jim was drooling over you and stealing glances at you anytime he could? He thought you were pretty hot. And Nancy? Well, yes, she has nice looking boobs. But that's OK too, isn't it? Isn't it all right for her to look good in her own way?"

Grace sat there looking out the window, thinking about what I said. We drove silently for a while, then she turned to me and said,

"OK, I'm sorry for being so jealous. It was a fun day and I shouldn't ruin it. I really did enjoy myself today. And Jim and Nancy are great friends. And I'm glad Jim can have such a nice looking wife as well," she admitted.

"We are two very lucky guys Grace," I said earnestly.

"Well, we're lucky gals as well," she said softly. "You guys looked good out there too. You would think that we were all teenagers or something!"

"That's what it felt like at times," I added as we rolled into the driveway. As we went inside my wife suddenly yelled,

"Piggy back ride!!" and jumped onto my back. I could tell we were in for a fun evening.

All that to say, we really enjoy Jim and Nancy, especially when we went swimming together. Perhaps that was the reason I was pursuing getting a boat. Dreaming of adventures with Jim and Nancy....

After showering and cleaning up, I checked my email and there was a reply from a guy named Mike, giving me details about his 32 foot boat for sale. Everything looked good, maybe too good. He said he was selling it quickly because he was moving and needed the cash fast. I quickly replied with my phone number, asking him to call me to arrange a time when we could look at it. Long story short, the boat was perfect for us. Not overly deluxe, but not too shabby either, and the price was right.

A month later, I had the boat prepped the way I wanted it and was planning our first voyage with it. We had done some sea trials with it and determined it was ready to do some serious sailing.

"Should we invite Jim and Nancy for our first cruise?" I asked Grace, who was lounging inside the boat while I was doing some finishing touches on deck.

"That would be a great idea!" she replied with enthusiasm. "I think we would all really enjoy that. Just think, our maiden voyage with our best friends!" she continued. "I'll phone them when we get home and ask," she offered quickly. Wow, that wasn't hard. True to her word, right when we got home Grace was on the phone with Jim and Nancy.

"Well?" I asked. "What did they say?"

"They would love to! Jim thinks it's a great idea and really appreciates us for the invite," she answered. "We just have to work out the details and the time off." With that, arrangements were made and a route planned. We would head to a quiet bay 4 hours North next week. We were getting excited about the plans and I'm sure Jim and Nancy were as well.

For some reason, time goes by slowly when you anticipate an event. I couldn't help but dream about being on board with our friends, the wives out on deck on display, the guys in the cockpit appreciating the view. I found it was best for me to try getting on with life and going ahead with planning for the trip.

Finally the day of our cruise arrived and we headed to our "yacht" with a week's worth of supplies. We got to the dock early to load up the lockers with clothing, food, and fuel. As we were busy like bees, we heard familiar voices above.

"Ahoy mates!" shouted Jim. "Is this boat bound for adventure?" he asked.

"Ay, yes!" I replied. "Welcome aboard!" Jim stepped aboard with his provisions, followed by Nancy, who was wearing a nice summery outfit. She always seemed to know how to present her body well to those around her. I smiled at her as I took her hand and helped her on the boat.

"Wow, nice! I'm going to like this!" exclaimed Nancy as she stooped down to enter the cabin below. I couldn't help but think I was going to like this as well, as I noticed her boobs pop into view as she stooped down. She looked at me with a knowing smile, making me think she knew exactly what she was doing. I blushed and quickly started pointing out the amenities in the boat, pretending not to acknowledge the obvious. She went along and was wowed by our boat, following me though it as I showed her each feature.

As I was showing Nancy how to operate the head (toilet for you land lubbers), Grace slipped by the both of us, causing Nancy to squeeze against me. Oh man, there were those boobs again. I could feel them pressing against my back as she gave way for Grace. She lingered there for a while, looking over my shoulder as I was teaching her the pumping action on the head.