Sunrise at Sea

Jackie wasn't going to let her husband off easily. She wasn't 'throwing the dishes' mad but she would make him pay. She decided that she would be somewhat cold to him today. And to make sure he thought about his mistake all day, she would make him a little jealous. She decided that her actions that day would make it appear that she and Trace had at least shared a little moment. Manny was in for torture. This would be the last time he ever pulled this one.

Trace wasn't sure what he was walking into as he came up to the cockpit from his sleep. His mind was still a jumble of the thoughts he had had just after Jackie left him about four hours ago. But he put on his best face and greeted them both heartily as he came out of the cabin. Everything seemed to be okay. Manny handed him a cup of coffee from the pot he had just made.

Trace could sense a bit of tension between Jackie and Manny so he wanted to avoid the issue of last night's sleep situation. However, Jackie wasn't going to make that easy. As she passed him in the cockpit she gave him a soft pat on the chest with her open palm and playfully said, "Did you finally get a little rest, sweetie?" That line wasn't lost on Manny and would be the first of many. Jackie went down to the cabin to put on her bathing suit.

It was their third day on the ocean. They had been averaging over a hundred and fifty miles a day. Tomorrow, with continued favorable weather and a little luck, they would arrive at Marsh Harbor in the Bahamas, where the boat would stay for the winter.

Jackie came back on deck attired in yet another of her many bikinis. The lunch she brought with her was a lot more substantial than her swimsuit. She brought a tray of toasted English muffins, topped with slices of ham and poached eggs. There was probably supposed to have been some hollandaise sauce on top of the eggs, but apparently the makings for that were not in the boats provisions. A can of V-8 juice was served along with the coffee. Almost a gourmet meal. Not bad for a sailboat.

After they had eaten Jackie stretched out on deck. After applying some light sun block she slowly took off her top. Manny and Trace watched but pretended not to. She slowly put on additional lotion and lay on her back. She made general conversation with Trace as she continued her cold treatment of her husband.

After about forty-five minutes Jackie rolled over onto her stomach and called to Trace. Trace felt like he was walking on eggshells. He could feel the tension between Jackie and Manny. Jackie asked him to put a little lotion on her back, whereas on previous days she had always asked Manny to do this. Jackie, laying face down with only her bikini bottoms, was a very fetching sight. However, with Manny watching, he had to be very careful about how he touched her. Trace clinically applied the lotion, but still got slightly turned on from the look and feel of her nearly naked body.

Manny watched as Trace's hands glided over Jackie's bare shoulders and back. He tried not to show jealousy or anger, realizing that if he did, Jackie might flip out. He wondered if she was acting or really trying to get even, or if the night in bed had somehow changed things.

About an hour later Jackie sat up and said she wanted to go for a swim. She was still topless. Trace couldn't keep his eyes off her as he suggested instead that a couple of them at a time could trail behind the boat on a tow line. It would still be fun and a lot better than stopping.

Jackie said she wanted to try it, and still dealing paybacks to Manny, asked Trace if he would go with her. Trace felt awkward and suggested that Manny go with her while he managed the boat. But Manny insisted that Trace go while he handled the boat. Trace acquiesced and threw out the stern line. He and Manny let some wind out of the sails and slowed the boat down to two or three knots while Jackie lowered the stern ladder. She didn't bother putting her top back on.

As Jackie prepared to go in she thought about Manny. It would drive him a bit crazy with all of the water play that would happen. She was starting to feel bad about torturing him and decided that her swimming topless with Trace would be enough to make them even. Jackie and Trace went off the back of the boat and into the water.

They worked their way to the end of the line, about twenty feet behind the boat. They held on separately at first and got used to it. Jackie said it was like water skiing with out the ski. The boat was going just fast enough to make it fun and a little challenging to hold on.

After a few minutes they started to play a bit. One would hold on to the tow line and the other would hold on to them. Then the one holding the line would pretend to try to slip away from the other, leaving them without a line.

First it was Jackie holding on to Trace. She was aggressive and was not about to slip off. She wrapped her legs around Trace's and put her arms around his chest. Her wet breasts pressed against his back. Trace playfully tried to throw her off but she hung on tightly. Then they changed positions.

Manny looked on in amazement. Their wet bodies were so close together. He could only see their upper bodies as the water hid everything else. Manny started to sense something different. He was becoming aroused. He wasn't sure if it was because he was watching his wife with Trace or thinking of what fun he would be having if Donna were here.

Jackie held the line and Trace wrapped himself around her. His swim suit was tight around his waist but otherwise kind of baggy. His cock was getting harder and tenting the front of the suit. He pushed his cock up against her ass and encircled her body with his arms, just below her breasts. Jackie wasn't strong enough to push him off but they both gave it a good show. It would look like she was throwing him off and then he would grab her again. With each move he managed to brush a breast or nipple. Then he slid down as if he had slipped and put his arms around her waist.

Remembering their brief moment in the bed, Trace figured he had an open door for some playful contact. He joked about having water in his eyes and not being able to see. He put a hand between her legs. His hand was snug against her pussy. Jackie tightened her legs as if to signal her discontent but they both knew that she had tightened her legs to better feel his hand. The sexiness of the moment was not lost on either of them.

Manny, as before, was watching. He could see Trace's body against his wife's and although they were mostly under water, he could sense that Trace's hands at times were near Jackie's bare breasts, and at other times, near her bikini bottoms. Manny wasn't angry. He was getting more excited. He enjoyed watching his wife and continued to think about how much fun he would be having with Donna here.

Then Jackie slipped down a bit on the rope. Trace thought Jackie had let go of the line. He let go of her and grabbed the line with both hands. Jackie put her arms around Trace's waist and grabbed onto his semi erect cock. She smiled and playfully said, "If touching all over is allowed, then I can win this little game by applying pressure."

He thought he might enjoy losing but he laughed and said, "Okay, I give up. Game's over. You win."

She smiled in victory, gave his cock a soft rub and said, "I thought cold water was supposed to shrink these things." She let go and he blushed a bit at her remark.

They made their way back up the tow line where Manny helped them into the boat, noticing that Jackie's nipples were hardened and that Trace had a substantial bulge. He was sure that they had been fooling around a bit. He had that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach but also could feel a stirring in his own shorts. He couldn't help wonder what had happened in the bed.

Once they were all back on the boat, Jackie said, "I've got to get out of this wet suit." Of course she was only wearing the bottoms so she didn't have much to take off.

Manny threw her a towel and said, "Go for it!"

As Trace and Manny tightened the sails, Jackie wrapped the towel around her and proceeded to remove her bikini. It was a neat trick, taking off the bikini under the towel without exposing too much of herself. Of course, the guys did get a few flashes here and there, enough to keep Trace hard and enough to make Manny's excitement evident through his shorts. The men watched her every move. Jackie liked being the center of their attention. After the suit was gone, she sat down in the cockpit with just the towel.

Throughout the afternoon, they talked about anything and everything, (except the previous night's sleeping arrangements,) while Jackie continued to tease them with the towel. It was already terribly short, but sitting down, she was nearly exposed. Moving around on the bench, she taunted the guys with occasional brief glimpses between her legs. When she moved her arms while talking, the top of the towel would loosen and slide down her breasts. She would ignore it until her nipples were practically showing, then she would cinch it back up. Several times, she stood and turned her back to the cockpit so she could rewrap and tighten the towel.

Jackie was feeling very aroused. Since waking up naked with Trace and through the days teasing she had slowly become more and more aroused. She had stopped being cold to Manny after the swim. She had been talking more to him although had still not expressed affection. She noticed the bulges grow in their shorts, as her audience got visibly more appreciative. Mercifully, she finally announced that she was going below to change and fix dinner.

After dinner, the three of them again sat around the cockpit talking. Manny still wanted to know what had happened when Trace and Jackie were in bed together, but didn't know how to ask. The conversation eventually came around to Trace's birthday, almost a year before, just after their last cruise.

Trace and Donna, who lived about fifty miles away, had gone to stay with Jackie and Manny for the weekend. It was Trace's birthday and they went to a restaurant for dinner. They had all ordered the night's special, some kind of pasta dish with baby shrimp and a spicy brown sauce. There was something sensual about the food, or maybe the way they had eaten it. They had taken turns feeding each other. They made a mess, sucking on the pasta and shrimp with the sauce dribbling off their chins. When they had finished eating they weren't ready to go back home. Manny suggested an exotic dancer club where the entertainers gave lap dances. Manny and Trace thought it was a great idea. The women weren't so keen on it but since it was Trace's birthday they went along with it.

On the way to the club, they talked about how they were going to celebrate Trace's birthday by getting him a couple of sexy lap dances. They kidded Trace about needing his iron underwear to keep from splitting his pants.

It wasn't too late yet and they got one of the better tables. Actually, it was more like a semicircular couch with a small cocktail table in the center. They had a good view of the stage and the rest of the club. They were surprised to find that there were a few other couples in the club. They had expected it to be all men. And the lap dances were not exclusively for the men. It seemed that a couple of the men were buying lap dances for their spouse or date, instead of for themselves.

The reason was pretty obvious. When the female entertainers did a lap dance for another female, there was a lot more touching. The strippers would sometimes bury their face in the girl's crotch, (really hot if the girl was wearing a short skirt,) and would pull the girls top up and suck on her breasts a bit. The guys decided that Trace wasn't going to get the lap dances; they wanted their wives to get them instead. The women were against it for most of the evening. But as the wine flowed and they saw two or three other women get them, they started to think it might be harmless. Donna and Jackie said they wouldn't let the dancers do all that to them, and then they laughed.

After some sexy teasing, and even bribery, the deal was struck. Donna and Jackie would get a lap dance in return for a serious shopping trip on the next day. The guys thought they were getting off cheap. They would have paid almost anything for this experience.

They selected a couple of "entertainers". They were as close as they could get to the girl next-door type. They seemed friendly and weren't too intimidating. Jackie and Donna were in the center of the "couch" with Manny and Trace on either side. The music probably didn't have much to do with it, but as it started, the dancers moved the small table out of the way and started dancing.

The dancers rubbed their bodies all over the two women. They went from in between their legs all the way up to their chests. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on who was being asked,) Donna and Jackie were both wearing slacks, so there wasn't going to be any exposed legs or panties. The dancers ground their faces between the women's legs. Even with the slacks it was erotic, seeing Jackie and Donna like this.

The dancers then put their mouths to the wives ears. It looked like the women were getting a little tongue action on their ear lobes. It might have been that, but it was also some female conspiracy. The dancers told the wives they should relax and have fun; put on a good show for the husbands and everyone wins. The dancers would get better tips and the wives would get their reward at home. The wives were told how to signal the dancers at any time they felt uncomfortable with what was happening.

Donna and Jackie smiled. The dancers were right; this little show was a dream come true for Manny and Trace. The 'girls only' conspiracy made the women more comfortable with the situation. They relaxed and got into it.

The dancer with Jackie had her hands roaming all over Jackie's body. Jackie looked at Manny and said, "Why can't you touch me like this!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The dancers were all over the women. Their hands were everywhere. They ground their crotches and then their asses into the wives crotches. They took the women's faces and squeezed them into the middle of their exposed breasts. Trace and Manny were excited by the erotic sight before them.

The women had said it wouldn't happen, and they had believed it wouldn't. But in the heat of the moment, it all seemed okay. The dancers, as if in unison, pushed the women's tops up, dragging the bras with them, and totally exposed the wives breasts. The dancers rubbed their own bare breasts on the breasts of the wives, then began messaging them with their hands.

Jackie and Donna began to feel twinges of sexual arousal as their nipples hardened. They were surprised to find that their bodies appreciated the attention even if it was coming from another woman. The dancers continued to grind into the women's crotches as they lowered their mouths to the wives nipples, giving each of them a quick lick and suck. Jackie, in particular, was enjoying herself. She looked over to the next table and noticed that the four men there had their eyes glued to her. She became even more excited, imagining how much they wanted her.

Then Jackie's dancer tried to take it to the next level. In another minute or two it might have worked but the move was too sudden and Jackie wasn't quite ready for it. In one quick move the dancer unfastened the snap on Jackie's pants; the zipper went down; and the dancer's hand went into the pants and onto Jackie's panty covered lips and clit. Donna's dancer was trying to do the same thing with her, but the wives put a stop to it. The men were somewhat disappointed but the music ended anyway and the dancers stood up.

As Manny and Trace paid the dancers and Jackie and Donna rearranged their clothes, the men at the next table applauded their appreciation. The wives were wound up, more adrenaline rush then sexual excitement. Jackie later said that she felt like a college girl on a wild spring break night. Maybe that explained her behavior as they walked past the table of four men on their way out of the club.

Jackie stopped and with her flirtiest smile, thanked them for clapping. The guys were all saying how great she was and how lucky her husband was. One of the men said that he hadn't really been able to get a good view because the dancer was always in the way. Without really giving it much thought, Jackie, now standing in the middle of the club, pulled her top and bra up over her breasts, exposing her tits to all of the nearby tables. She smiled and asked if that was any better. The nearby tables erupted in cheers and cat calls. Jackie pulled her top back down and said goodnight.

They drove home in silence. It was Manny's car and he and Jackie were in the front, Trace and Donna in the back. The only sound was the rustle of clothes as both couples tried to maintain the rush. When they got to the house, they hastily said goodnight to each other and went to their respective rooms. It was several hours before the urges that had been building all night had finally been satisfied.

The three of them reminisced about that night in the darkness of the boat's cockpit, still, there was no discussion of what had or had not happened when Trace had slept with Jackie the previous night. It was close to ten and Manny took Jackie below, leaving Trace alone at the helm.

Trace's mind was racing with sexual images. He fantasized about having Jackie's legs wrapped around his neck. He loosened his shorts and put his hand in to feel his manhood. The images came into focus: Jackie teasing with the towel; his tongue on Jackie's nipples and her hand on his cock; the two of them playing on the tow line. He opened his shorts and let his turgid member out into the dim light of the cockpit. He revisited the night at the strip club, the dancers licking on those gorgeous tits while he and Manny and others in the club watched; and the aftermath, glorious sex with Donna, orally bringing each other to climax after climax. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked furiously until he came. He shot his load all over the cockpit. The salt-water spray would wash that away before anyone else showed up on deck.

Manny and Jackie headed down to the berth to sleep. Jackie was aroused by a day of sexual teasing. She had woken up naked with Trace, then flirted with him and shared little feels in the water. She was on fire. She climbed in the bed with Manny and closed the door. She gave him a hot wet kiss and whispered to him, asking him to fuck her.

Manny had seen her like this before. Usually it was after a night out and some drinking. Her wanting to be fucked was not the same as her wanting to make love. He recognized and enjoyed the difference, but didn't really understand it. He would ask her about it, but she would just say that she was feeling naughty.

Manny had suspected that on these nights she didn't want to feel like a wife; she wanted to feel like a girl friend, or maybe even a girl picked up at a bar. He wondered, on these occasions, if she didn't also pretend that he was someone else, maybe a flashback to her single days.

As hot as some of these nights had been during their marriage, they also bothered him. Rather then just leave them to fantasy, he often read things into them and would become insecure. Tonight was different, though. Manny, like Jackie, was aroused by the events of the day and previous night. He too was ready for a fuck.

He kissed her harshly, pulling off her clothes in a rush. She responded similarly, ripping his clothes off in her excitement. She was like an animal in heat. She sucked on his ears, his tongue and his nipples, leaving a hicky. She tried to take his cock in her mouth but as she did he pushed her back and slipped his tool into her pussy. She raised her legs to get him in deeper as he plowed her hard with little regard. The passion was intense and she exploded with an orgasm, her body bucking and jerking. Manny felt her violent emotion and he came too. His gasps joined her shrieks of ecstasy as his body tensed and he filled her with his cum.