Given the size of our 26 foot Wellcraft powerboat, we always stayed within sight of land. Lynn and I enjoyed our weekends, cruising along Florida's West Coast and soaking up the sunshine. We also participated in the local powerboat club's parties and outings. Ours was one of the smaller boats, and we dreamed of someday owning a bigger craft with a galley, air conditioning, and big sleeping berths. Other members of the club often invited us to raft up and enjoy the comforts of one of the bigger boats, and we made a lot of friends.
One couple in particular berthed their big 58 foot Bertram in the same marina and extended an open invitation to join them when we were out together. Sam was a tall, muscular fellow with a deep tan that spoke of his many days in the Florida sun. Sam's wife, Kate, was short (an inch or two over five feet) and quite busty. She had dark hair and a bronze tan. Kate liked fashionable, glitzy clothes and she looked flashy wearing her gold ankle bracelet, a toe ring, and bejeweled necklaces. Big diamonds adorned her finger and ear lobes. People took a second look when she flashed her broad pearly smile in a singularly flirty way.
Kate was a tease and something of an exhibitionist. She always seemed to have the smallest swimsuit done in a wild animal print or thin metallic fabric. Her large breasts bulged out of the top of her suit, and the bottoms were often skimpy enough that you could see the top half of the small rose tattoo a distance below her belly button. Other female club members, including Lynn, just shrugged off Kate's garb. "She just likes to show off a bit," Lynn would tell me. "Kate is really very nice."
"Sam is a good guy too," I would reply. "He has brawny good looks and I think he enjoys seeing Kate strut her stuff. She's quite a few years younger than Sam and he knows the other guys envy him."
"I guess that includes you, too, eh?" Lynn teased.
"Hell, Lynn, don't go getting uptight about Kate. I can't help it if she likes to show off her big boobs and cute body. We all have eyes, you know. I can't imagine that she's as good a lover as you."
"Hah," my wife replied. "I don't think you'll ever get a chance to compare the two of us."
I looked over at my wife. Lynn is tall, about 5'8" with a slender build and milky 38C breasts topped by small pink nipples that I love to suck. She has light brown hair and big brown eyes that sparkle when she speaks. The years have been kind to her since I first met her when she was still in her mid-teens.
"So, I guess you haven't noticed that Sam spends a lot of time eyeing you, right?"
Lynn glanced over at me. "No, I haven't, Ken. Does he really?" she coyly asked.
"I've seen him look you over many times, and the looks aren't necessarily brotherly," I assured my wife.
"Guess I'll have to be more aware in the future," Lynn responded with a wink.
It seemed to me that my comment about Sam had touched a nerve and I decided to press the point.
"Can you imagine what it would be like to feel Sam's muscular body? Think how it might be to feel his hard cock rubbing against your leg, wanting you to touch him."
"Quit that kind of talk this minute!" Lynn gasped. "That won't happen either."
I smiled across the table at my red-faced wife. "You never can tell. Sam's got his eyes on you, and you know that I'm okay with anything you decide you want to experience."
"Don't keep saying that, you know I'm not going to do anything like that."
Feeling that I'd pressed the point as far as possible, I changed the subject and left Lynn to her visions.
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Two weekends later, we were cruising again and heard Sam on the ship to shore radio. He invited us to join them and we headed over to where they were anchored. Within a short time, we were rafted up with Sam and Kate, sitting on their aft deck sipping margaritas. Kate was in a tiny gold bikini that made a metallic flash when she moved about. The suit was no more than strings with the small patches of cloth covering only the essentials. It was obvious that Kate had neglected to trim her bush for a few days. Short dark hair was showing around the edges of her tiny triangle. Naturally, Lynn caught me ogling Kate's rear as she bent to retrieve a paper napkin and she gave me 'the look' indicating that I was on thin ice.
In contrast, Lynn's two-piece suit was dark blue and rather modest. I had trimmed Lynn's brown bush for her the night before, so no hair was showing around her bottoms.
After the second pitcher of margaritas, Kate and Lynn were busily chatting and feeling no pain. Sam was telling me about a deal he was working on, but I noticed that his eyes were focused on my wife's long legs and Sam kept leaning forward when Lynn reached for her glass. That is when I noticed that my wife's top was tied more loosely than normal. As she leaned over the table, he was getting a nice view of her boobs. That is when it dawned on me that Lynn had purposely tied her top that way to attract Sam's attention.
I glanced over at Kate and saw that she, too, had been watching Sam and Lynn's behavior. Kate grinned and gave me a sly wink as she sat back in her chair, letting her pendulous tits jiggle as they were barely contained in her bikini bra. I winked back to indicate that I also noticed and approved of their little game.
Kate turned to Lynn. "Let's take our drinks up on the bow and get some sun," she suggested as she rose from her chair.
Dutifully, my sweet wife picked up her glass and followed our hostess up onto the bow.
"Let's go up on the fly bridge. I want to show you the new navigation system," Sam suggested. "The view is much better up there as well," he added.
Once on the fly bridge, I quickly saw what Sam meant. Our wives were stretched out on the soft cushions and providing us with a bird's eye view of their barely clad bodies.
"Lynn's got a great shape," Sam told me. "It's a shame that she keeps it covered all the time."
"Your Kate is stunning as well," I replied. "I can almost guess what you must see when she steps out of the shower," I added hoping he wouldn't take offense.
"My Kate's really built for a short gal," Sam chuckled. "She loves to show off, and I enjoy seeing her strut her stuff, too. I wonder what would happen if we encouraged the girls to go topless for us? It's just the four of us today, so what's the harm, right?"
"We can try, but frankly I doubt if Lynn would go for it," I cautioned. She's pretty conservative, but I know she got very red-faced when I told her that you had been giving her the eye."
Sam glanced over at me. "You saw me and didn't say anything to me about it?" he asked.
"Actually, I took it as a compliment to Lynn," I replied truthfully. "My wife's turned many a head, so why not enjoy the attention."
"That's how I feel, exactly," Sam said with a nod. "Frankly, I've had fantasies that involved both Kate and your Lynn more than once."
I smiled. "Well, since we're being completely honest, so have I. Also, I don't think today's coy little show that Lynn put on for you was accidental."
"You saw that too, eh?" Sam grimaced.
I nodded. "My wife had her top tied pretty loose and I think that was meant for you, Sam."
My host smiled broadly. "Well, if you're game, let's see how far we can get our ladies to go this afternoon. Who knows where this might lead."
Sam stood and leaned over the windscreen. "Hey girls, you're going to create some strong tan lines like that. Why don't you remove those tops and get nice even suntans? What do you say?"
