A Sexual Escapade

The sun was high over the ocean. A few fluffy clouds covered the sky. White caps could be seen in the distance on the calm water. There was a mild breeze from the east. The 41' x 14' motor yacht cruised at moderate speed off Florida, its fiberglass hull cutting through the water.

My husband Alan and I along with our longtime friends Barbara and Ted Maxwell had planned this trip weeks ago. It had just been a question of when we could all get together.

At age 46 I keep myself in good physical shape by devoting time every day to my elliptical. At just 125 pounds I still have the same elegant vase-shape. At 5' 6" tall my green eyes are 3 inches below my husband's eyes.

Though not a bodybuilder by any stretch, my husband does have good muscle tone. His light brown hair frames a diamond-shaped face. Blue eyes and full lips and a wavy nose give him handsome features.

Though she still looks decent, Barbara has gained about 20 pounds since college days. She wears her auburn hair shoulder length, much shorter than in her college days.

Ted, like Alan, has decent muscle tone. The two men have been gym rats together for years.

The guys chatted at length about a variety of topics: fishing, baseball, boats. Barbara engaged me in girl talk. Meanwhile Alan kept the boat on a northeasterly course at a leisurely ten knots.

The notion to go on a nude cruise had occurred to me more than a year ago. Believing that no one else would go naked in public, I kept the idea to myself. Someone else proposing the idea was the last thing I expected.

"Has anyone ever heard of the cruise line 'Bare Necessities'," Barbara asked.

"No, never heard of them," I lied.

She spoke freely.

"They're a big boat that takes passengers on a cruise to the edge of the Caribbean. Everyone on board is nude. They have private beaches where they stop."

"Barb are you telling us you've been on a nude cruise?"

"Heavens No, They're way too expensive!"

"Why did you ask that? None of us here are millionaires."

We are, in fact, very well off financially speaking. Barb and I are RNs. Our husbands are corporate execs.

Our husbands cut their conversation short and gave us a look.

Ted spoke freely.

"I used to belong to a gym that had a clothing optional pool. They moved and I never followed them. My membership had expired."

Barb addressed her husband as though surprised at the revelation.

"Were you naked? You never mentioned that to me?'

He shook his head. "Because I never exercised the option," he replied.

At that instant I stood up, turned to face the stern and untied the string behind my neck letting the Mint Chip halter bikini slip to my feet. The swimsuit bottom came off and I turned to face my friends.

"Honey I'm getting a hard-on here." My husband quipped.

"I was starting to wonder if you're impotent or gay." I teased him.

I took a seat next to him inside the cabin. My gaze shifted to his lap. His blue trunks barely concealed his erect penis.

"I want you to masturbate for me. That's the only way you're getting laid tonight."

"Is that so?"

"Yup," I replied, a nod emphasizing my reply.

Alan proceeded to do as he was told.

I shifted my gaze from his lap to the stern in time to see Ted and Barbra in lip lock, her hand on his penis.

Barely a minute elapsed before they were naked and horizontal, her moans expressing delight.

Cum streaked from Alan's navel, lower abdomen and near his left nipple. I cupped his cheeks while putting a soft kiss on his mouth then backed off just one step.

All four of us dipped onto the warm ocean off the stern and spent several minutes treading water and occasionally splashing each other. When we climbed backed into the boat my husband pulled me into a kiss, his tongue poking into my mouth.

We had been at sea for about two hours. As the marina came into view we got dressed.

"Skinny dipping has its advantage. The swimsuit is more comfortable when its dry."

My quip was answered with chuckles from my husband and the Maxwells.

We returned to the marina to find berths reoccupied, probably by boats we had seen in the distance.

I looked at my husband then shot a glance at our friends.

After a fine meal at a seaside restaurant we returned home. There we relaxed on patio chairs and engaged in chit chat. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink and purple.

Alan and I awoke in the morning. My head lay against his shoulder and my arm draped over him. Our clothing and undies lay on the bedroom floor.

Having refueled the boat, we put to sea at 10 o'clock. Alan set a course taking us southeast at moderate speed of 15 knots. Like the previous day, I opted to go nude. Ted, Barbara and my husband got naked as well.

I couldn't help but notice that my husband had an erection.

"Ready to get busy, are you?"

Alan chuckled at my question. "Always," he said.

The boat slowed to a stop.

I looked toward the stern to see Ted lying facing the sky and Barb's face in his lap.

For several seconds I watched her head bobbing.

I turned my gaze back on my husband.

"You know what to do," I said.

He closed his hand around the 6-inch shaft.

Other boats could be seen in the distance cruising at high speed on a parallel course. The part of me that enjoyed being an exhibitionist wanted to stand and wave to them. We were too far away to be identified.

MY husband meanwhile had climaxed.

Like the previous day we spent several minutes treading water and going submerged for a few seconds at a time. The warm ocean washed the goop from Alan's body.