It took about twenty minutes to get Villamoura where his yacht was moored. I knew very little about boats. Our experience of them was limited to cross channel ferries and I am sure that like me, Sue, considered them as status symbols for the rich and powerful. Driving around the marina area only confirmed that point. There were some magnificent vessels but they were of no interest to me at all.
Sue sat with Paolo in the back of the taxi once again for the journey, while I sat in front. Paulo was holding her hand and explaining to her about his yacht. I listened but took very little of it in. It was all like another language to me and besides, I was more interested in the way that they held hands. Sue held his hand in her lap and the bulge in his pants told me that he was very excited. I guessed that he must have felt her sex against the back of his hand.
When we reached the jetty where his yacht was moored he told the driver to stop. I must admit that I was quite impressed when he pointed it out. I hadn’t expected him to own such an expensive looking vessel.
“The Contessa Isabella,” Sue said upon seeing the name.
“Yes. She is named after my mother,” Paulo said as he took her hand to lead her aboard.
Once the door was unlocked he led us inside. It was truly magnificent. I had no idea that they looked so sumptuous inside. He took us up to the bridge first and started the engines before turning on the lights. Then he took us down to the staterooms where the lounge; galley and bar area were and after showing us around he took us down to the sleeping quarters. There was a toilet area and wash and shower room and two double bedrooms. “Everything is so compact and tidy,” Sue commented.
“I have a very good cleaner who looks after it for me,” he told her.
Sue moved closer to the bottom of the bed and pressed her hands up and down on it as if testing the mattress. “Nice and firm,” she said as she turned around and sat down.
“It’s very comfortable,” Paulo told her.
“I bet it would be nice to get fucked on this,” Sue said looking him in the eye.
Paulo stepped forward and stood in front of her. “The natural movement of the sea does make sex very enjoyable, He said. “Perhaps you would like to try it for yourself sometime?”
Sue reached out and found the buckle of the belt of his trousers. With deliberate slowness, she unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down over his hips. Paulo’s erection pushed against the thin material of his cotton briefs. Sue took his bulge in her hand and gently squeezed it. All the while she was looking up at him with lust filled eyes. Suddenly she looked away and turned to me. “Would you mind leaving us Rick,” she said. “I’d like to be alone with Paulo for a little while.”
I was being dismissed and it hurt but I turned to walk away. “Help yourself to a drink Rick,” Paulo said. “There’s some champagne in the fridge so why don’t you open a bottle and pour yourself a drink. We’ll join you when we’ve finished.”
I closed the door behind me glancing back at them one last time and catching Sue tugging Paulo’s briefs down over his bottom.
There were six bottles in the fridge and I opened one. I found an ice bucket and a bag of ice cubes in the freezer so I poured myself a glass and had a wander around. The yacht had everything even a washer dryer. There was also a television and stereo system. I sat back on the settee clutching my champagne flute and stretched out my legs. I could imagine living on a yacht. It was like a home from home, compact and yet all the comforts of a modern home. But I also knew that they were way out of my income range and then there were the rough seas to think about. I had got sick on a Dover to Calais ferry once. A boat like this would be a nightmare to be on in a storm.
And the boat was rocking now. Moving from side to side but it wasn’t down to choppy waters; the sea was still and calm outside. It was Paulo who was rocking the boat. He was fucking my wife. Her cries filtered through the boat as did Paulo’s grunts and groans. I was glad that there was no one around outside.
I decided to stretch my legs outside as their love-making receded. This would be their moment of intimacy; the kissing and quiet love talk. Paulo would probably still be hard deep inside her, catching his breath and regaining his strength. And Sue would probably be softly encouraging him. Telling him what a good lover he was; arousing him with dirty talk and exciting him with touches of her hand. She often did that to me but Paulo was far bigger and better than me. She would mean what she said to him.
I found myself on the sun deck of the bridge. There were sun loungers there and a table and seating area and I sat down and relaxed once again. The sun was going down now and the only sounds were the lapping of small waves against the vessels from the tide. It was idyllic and luxurious and it was a world away from the one that I knew. I imagined that I could soon get used to this kind of life; a life of no financial restrictions and whiling away the hours of the closing day lounging about with a glass of champagne in my hand as the sun went down
And then the boat started rocking again bringing me back to reality. The sounds of love-making could be heard again filtered up from below. Paulo was fucking my wife again. Sue must have aroused him to a state of excitement that needed immediate gratification. His grunts and groans seemed louder this time so whatever she had said or done to him had obviously worked. Their long fuck eventually came to an end with a crescendo of cries and groans and then there was silence. My glass was also empty now so I headed back down to refill it.
Paulo came out of the bedroom and was halfway up the stairs when he saw me. He was naked and still semi-hard. “Bring the bucket and another couple of glasses down please Rick.”
They were both sat up in bed when I joined them moments later. Paulo’s clothes lay in a heap on the floor but Sue’s dress, bra and stockings lay across a chair. I suddenly realised that this was the first time that I had seen her in bed with another man. I had seen her sat up in bed many times; her breasts uncovered with the duvet pulled up to her waist but it was so strange seeing her sat there with another man.