Sara zipped up her valise satisfied that she had packed all that she needed. Two bikinis, light wraps for the sun, sandals (one for on deck and a separate pair for onshore, John was a stickler for deck marks), one bra in the event the ashore Saturday night, several pairs of panties, two skirts, three blouses, shorts, and one pair of slacks. They were only going to be gone a weekend, but she liked a variety of choices even if she was not planning on wearing much on the boat.

She knew there were hats, suntan, sunscreen, oils, all the necessary outdoor stuff already on the boat. Dennis, their Captain, kept the boat well provisioned.  She looked at her watch, 1:15, and wondered where John was. He had told her this morning to plan on leaving by 1:30 to get to the boat so they could cast off by 3 p.m. He must have been tied up at work.

She and John were excited for this trip. Miles, John’s best assistant, and his wife, Kim, had convinced a couple they knew to take a trip and consider fully opening up their marriage. It was a risk, being on a yacht for a few days with someone you didn’t know, trying something they hadn’t done yet, but she trusted Kim’s instinct that it would be OK. Only time would tell.

John had gone all out for the trip. In addition to Dennis who runs the boat, Jamal, one of Dennis' young trainees, was going to be on board to crew and John also hired a woman to serve drinks, food, and be a steward. Sara had seen her picture and she was a doll. Caramel skin, vivacious, a lovely figure and a bright smile, Sara knew she was eye candy for the guys and hopefully more. If everything worked out there was going to be a variety of sexual options and Sara thought she might also take Monday off to recuperate. She hoped so.

She brought her bag down the long hallway to the main foyer of their home and set it by the door. She walked to the kitchen to get some water and heard the sliders in the back porch open and called out, “John?”

“Yes, baby, sorry I’m late.” Her husband appeared carrying his briefcase and a shopping bag.

Sara reminded him he needed to be packed if there were going to stay on schedule. She pointed to her bag as evidence that she was ready.

“I think you should see some things I brought home, plus you should change.” He grabbed her bag and headed back to their bedroom.

Sara was never surprised by John’s spontaneity; that’s what she loved about him. She knew his first marriage was a bust because his ex was so rigid. Sara was the exact opposite. She followed him to their bedroom to see what was on his mind. He tossed the bag on the bed and reached in and pulled out the contents, Sara laughed. There were several g-strings and thongs, two vibrators and three glass butt plugs. There were also several packages that looked like new shirts.

“What is this all about?” she asked playfully, holding one of the seven-inch slim vibrators in her hand.

John explained that he wanted the trip to be fun for everyone, but as the owner that he was entitled to enforce a dress code for parts of the cruise. Below deck, he wanted the women in thong/g strings only. Skirts and or shorts must come off if one of the women decided to enter the salon area.

“But baby, do you know how much cock is going to be on board? Do we really need these? Not that I mind,” she said wiggling the bullet vibe in her hand. John just laughed and said, “For entertainment only.”

She held up the wrapped packages and undid one and admired the shirt contained inside. They were light blue with the outline of the yacht on the back. That was typical of the boating crowd, having shirts that showed which vessel was yours. On the front of the shirt over the left breast in small print - “WEFASTR.”

“I don’t get it. WEFASTR?” Are you changing the name of Calypso Dancer? I love her name.”

“Nope, babe it’s an inside joke for the ladies of the trip. It looks like We are faster, right?” She nodded, “But it stands for “We Fuck and Suck To Ride” and you only get the shirt if you do. You can wear yours now of course.” He laughed at his own silly humor.

Sara just rolled her eyes but thought it was kind of funny. She loved him even though sometimes his humor was juvenile. She took off her light summer dress and unbuttoned a shirt to put on. She went to the drawer to grab a bra when John stopped her.

“Baby, I think no bra and you should wear one of the thongs and a nice little skirt. It will help set the mood on board ok? You can pack the rest, OK?”

Sara was fine with that, she put the shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned, slid her panties off and leaned over to pick out a similarly colored semi-sheer blue thong. Grateful that she had trimmed her pubic hair into a nice tight triangle above her labia she pulled it up covering her pussy and adjusted the seam with her fingers. She looked at John for approval.

She quickly unzipped her valise and repacked. She swapped out the bikini panties for three thongs. She unpacked the short white pleated skirt and put it on. It was quite short and nothing she would normally wear in public, but they were just going from the marina lot to the boat.

John came out from the walk-in closet with his travel bag and her small Louis Vuitton cosmetic bag. They put the remaining thongs, vibrators, plugs, additional lubes, massage oils and Sara opened the bedside drawer to add John’s favorite cock ring and a few magnum condoms. They kissed, headed outside, and got in John’s Range Rover to drive to the marina.

John admired his wife as he drove. Had they been able to read each other’s minds they would have been surprised how similar their thoughts were. John was still amazed that Sara, 16 years his junior, ended up with him. They met when he was recently divorced, and Sara was an account specialist at the advertising firm he used. In her late twenties at the time they just hit it off. Sara was completely different from his first wife who was closer to his age, definitely sexy, but more voluptuous than Sara who was slender, very fit body, smaller busted but nice and perky tits and, totally unlike his ex, a sexual dynamo.

On their second date, they were kissing in the back of the limo and unprompted she leaned over and gave him a glorious blowjob. He wasn’t totally shocked given the flirting at dinner and her casual groping of him under the table, but her delight in seeing his cock for the first time was something he would never forget. Few women he had been with reacted like she did, almost squealing with delight and commenting that, “This is a really nice cock you have John,” before taking almost all of his hard over seven-inch cock in their mouth. But Sara did.

They became lovers quickly and he realized she loved sex, lots of it. The first time he watched her go down on one of his best customers and then had him join in for a threesome, he knew he could never let her go. Two weeks later she brought over a girlfriend for them both. That was five years ago, and they had been open sexually ever since. This weekend was going to be no exception, but it promised to be especially memorable.

Sara reached over to tune the radio to her favorite station and smiled at John. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was. She had never dated an older guy, but John was a “young older guy.” He ran all the time, even marathons, owned a fabulously successful business, was respectful of her and sexually supremely confident in his own skin. He had a pretty great body for his age, real stamina, was nicely hung and knew how to use it. Most important to her, he was completely comfortable letting her indulge sexually with others. She knew a few months into their relationship when they returned from a swing club and he had watched her enjoy men, women and couples that she would never find a better guy.

“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked getting him back in focus.

“Oh, just thinking about the weekend. I checked the forecast is great, should have no issues. I want it to be a great time for everyone, but Brian and Lily are unknowns. I trust Miles and Kim’s judgment, but we will be on board a couple of days, I hope they don’t get cold feet.”

Sara understood. They had met couples in the past that didn’t quite work out. Miles and Kim were not in that category. John hired Miles away from a consulting company a few years back. He was star in the boardroom and a stud in the bedroom. Just under six feet tall, stocky broad shoulders and a nice firm ass and eight inches of hard black cock. Kim was a dietician by profession and a willing participant in the lifestyle. She was as white as Miles was black; Kim was a vivacious redhead, some freckles, a nice full bust with beautiful strawberry nipples. She had a great curvy body and was as bisexual as Sara. They had spent many a weekend on Calypso Dancer with Sara and John.

 Miles had suggested they have a weekend with Brian and Lily. Normally they would not have invited “first timers,” but they agreed to give it a go. Miles, Kim, Brian and Lily had known each other a few months. They had yet to swap but had flirted and discussed it. Miles and Lily both told Sara and John that they would like them both. They had seen pictures, Brian was even fitter than Miles, similar in height, more defined, a tapered V torso and Miles assured both Lily and Sara that he could hold his own in the cock department. As for Lily, she was a beautiful Polynesian-looking woman with a full bust, a model’s figure, long raven black hair. Sara knew John had dreamed of being with someone like her. She did look beautiful.

“Honey, it will be fine. Whatever happens, happens. I am not worried,” she said as they pulled into the marina and pulled up to the Yacht Club’s valet.

As she got out of the Range Rover, Sara knew she couldn’t help but give the kid opening the door a full flash of her barely covered pussy. Her skirt was so short and the thong so small it was unavoidable. She tried to be coy but enjoyed the kid’s effort not to stare. He grabbed their bags and followed her out to their slip. Sara was conscious of the eyes on her as she walked.

She saw that Miles and Kim were already onboard chatting with Captain Dennis. Miles looked great in linen slacks and a short-sleeve shirt and Kim had on a nice little bikini top, and short shorts. The steward clearly didn’t want to leave but knew he had to; Sara felt a bit sad for him. In moments John was walking up the pier with Brian and Lily. They came on board, and everyone made introductions and they shared a quick glass of champagne expertly served by Tanya. John took a few minutes to outline the rules of the trip, tell them a bit about the yacht, but most of all to have fun, and “enjoy, the weather, the ride, the food, the friends on board and, if you so desire, the crew.” His meaning could not have been clearer.

The new couple was almost speechless looking around. At 68-foot Calypso Dancer was well-appointed. The three staterooms all had double beds, standing headroom, and private baths (heads). There was a spacious living area amidships, with a flat-screen TV, chairs, and a sofa. There was a fully stocked galley and an outdoor seating area astern. There was a flying bridge and a seating area on the top of the vessel and at the bow a nice flat area to lie out and sunbathe (or as Sara well knew engage in other activities).

Dennis and the crew began to get ready to leave and unlike other trips, Sara noticed more than a few looks as they left the dock. She knew why. The boat had a black Captain, a black crew at the stern of the boat, Miles near the front and Tanya, the cute young black staff pulling in lines. It didn’t hurt that she stood forward by Miles her skirt blowing in the wind revealing her body covered only by a tiny thong. She realized that the Yacht club staff, and a few members were going to be buzzing later. She also didn’t care.

The weather was perfect as they cruised slowly out of the harbor and in the mildly busy channel. Dennis and John were up on top driving and talking, Jamal was stowing the large dock lines and Sara decided to set the mood for the day. She unbuttoned her “crew shirt” and let it fall open, framing her taunt 34B partially tanned bust. The air was warm against her skin, and she walked forward to the foredeck where Jamal was standing observing other boats that passed by.

He looked at her walking forward and smiled and commented that Dennis had told him this was not a cruise to miss. They stood together and she enjoyed the look she got from a couple in a smaller sailboat passing them going back to the harbor. The woman at the wheel wore a smart bikini and she gave Sara a thumbs up when she saw how she was dressed or perhaps who she was with. Sara waved back and told Jamal she was going to go change into her suit.

Ten minutes later Sara was lying out on the foredeck, her hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing her favorite teal bikini bottoms, her top lying next to her. The deck was spacious but near the center of the boast slanted up where the main salon was and she could lie just like in a lounge chair and enjoy the view. She heard movement and looked up to see Lily walking up in a cute white French-cut bikini carrying what looked like a margarita.

“Mind if I join you?”

Sara nodded and patted the area next to her. Lily sat and casually untied her top and set it aside. Sara couldn’t help but admire her figure. It was simply stunning. She was at least a c-cup, and her breasts were as firm as could be and clearly all-natural. She had darker almost olive skin and a captivating smile.

“This is a dream come true. Thanks for inviting us.”

Sara’s skin glistened with sunscreen. She grabbed the bottle, squirted a blob in one hand and leaned next to Lily. “May I?” Lily nodded and Sara’s hands moved over her torso, spreading the oil. When her hands reached her breasts, Lily’s eyes closed, and she moaned as her button-like nipples hardened. “So beautiful,” Sara whispered as she finished anointing her new friend and laid back.

The two of them chatted a bit and Sara could tell the weekend would go fine no matter what the sexual outcomes. Lily was just friendly. They made small talk before Lily finally admitted that they were very excited but the trip but also a bit nervous about the sex.

“I understand your nerves but it’s all in fun and there are no strings and no matter what I do, John is my partner and that will never change. But I hear you,” Sara said.

“It’s not me I am worried about. It’s Brian. I know he can’t wait,” she blushed. “I mean after all Myles has told us about you, I mean… he can’t wait to have sex with you. And I know it’s just sex for me and it will be great to be with another man ... or woman and Brain says he can’t wait to see me…“ Her voice trailed off.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“Well Brian can be quite protective, and I hope he isn’t jealous. I want to have fun too”

Sara leaned back against the hull of the Dancer and sighed. “Men can be so fragile,” she thought to herself.

“Go get him,” she told Lily. "Trust me.”

Lily smiled and nodded and got up and walked back to the rear of the boat and disappeared behind the tinted glass. Sara looked up to the bridge and saw Dennis and John talking with Kim who looked down and waved.

Lily reappeared with Brian holding his hand and they walked back up and Sara slid so he could sit between them both. She admired his body now that she saw it up close. She had always thought Miles was in shape, but Brian was in a different league. There was very little fat on him, he was toned but not so built to be off-putting. He had nicely toned pecs, a six-pack, and defined muscles in his legs.

She reached for his thigh and let her hand run up and down and laughed telling him she was glad they came. Brian smiled and she noticed that he couldn’t stop looking at her breasts. Her nipples were taut from the breeze created by the boat’s speed. She handed him some oil and asked him if he minded putting some on her back. She turned away slightly so he could apply it.

“Lily was telling me that you too are excited but nervous,” Sara said. “I wanted to let you know that there is nothing to be nervous about but if you have questions I can try and put your mind at ease.”

Brian assured her he was fine. She didn’t push it. When he was done, she turned back to him and reminded him to do the same to himself. She reached for his trunks and slid one leg up a bit and laughed commenting that he had pasty white thighs.

“Honey, that won’t do. You need to sun” She tugged at his trunks. Brian was surprisingly reluctant, and she made a clucking noise.

“It’s perfectly fine to take those off out here. Look no one is around for miles. I love guys, you want us to show it all, but you refuse,” she laughed. “Come on, let’s work on that tan.”

He relented and lifted his hips as she and Lily untied his trunks and slid them off. Sara was more than pleasantly surprised to see his erect phallus. Admittedly he wasn’t quite Miles-like in the cock department, but he was just fine. Easily seven inches and a beautiful mushroom head. The three of them laid back against the sloping foredeck of the yacht. It was quite a sight, two topless women and a naked man between them.

She reached across for the lotion, put some on her hands and applied it to his thighs and up across his hips and belly. She avoided touching his erection.

“Mmmm, you have a great body Brian, is Lily going to share it?” He grinned and assured her that she would.

“You understand that goes both ways, right? Are you really OK with that?”

Sara reached for his shaft and slowly stroked him explaining to him that he needed not to be nervous about sharing his girlfriend.

“It’s just sex and fun and when the weekend is over, we all go home to the people we love and want to be with. No matter how many times she fucks someone else this weekend, remember she is yours and you are hers.”

His cock was rock hard now and Sara knew things were going well. She grasped his rod and titled the head toward Lily, offering it to her. Lily had been intently watching, listening and had a finger slid inside her bikini bottom pleasuring herself. She smiled and leaned over her guy taking his cock from Sara’s hand. She kissed the head, licked around the tip before quickly taking his hard throbbing shaft into her warm mouth. Sara reached to hold her hair out of the way as Lily sucked her man.

Brian let his head fall back and moaned. Sara lifted herself up and leaned over his face letting one breast brush against his lips. He immediately took her nipple into his mouth and licked it before sucking her breast and reaching for her ass, caressing it. He moved from one nipple to the other and Sara reached down to hold the base of his cock so Lily could let her hands roam over the two of them. She lifted her mouth off his cock and moved up to kiss Sara, their tongue darting in and out their mouths. Sara was incredibly turned on. As she broke the kiss, she looked up at the bridge and smiled at John, who was looking down at her as he stood next to the captain.

“John, I have no idea how you hooked her but never let that woman go,” Dennis said to his employer. “She is the epitome of class and yet can drive a guy crazy with her mouth.” He paused. “And her pussy is sooo tight, Damn I can’t wait for my turn.”

“It will come, I know, she loves her time with you.”

He looked back down on the foredeck and knew the weekend was likely to be even better than he had hoped. Lily had moved to straddle her boyfriend facing him and his cock was now plunged deep into her. She hadn’t even taken the time to remove her bikini bottom, she just slid it aside. Sara was sucking one of Lily’s nipples and Brian was mouthing the other. The three of them were oblivious to anyone around them. Lily just kept pivoting her hips, rocking them up and down taking every inch of him inside her. Sara whispered to them both.

“Can I have some of that?”

Lily lifted herself off Brian, his cock glistened in the hot sun, covered in her wet lubricant. Sara slipped off her bikini bottoms and reached down between his legs, grasping the shaft of his cock. She straddled him and guided him into her. His girth was substantial, and she gasped as he entered her. Slowly she lowered herself until he was completely inside her. She paused to enjoy the sensation before letting him lift and lower her body up and down on his manhood. Lily was kneeling next to her with her hands roaming over both of their bodies, her nails teasingly making Sara’s skin tingle. Her boyfriend gazed at the two of them with a look of complete contentment. She continued to ride him for several minutes before Lily asked once more to switch.

Brian got up off the deck and positioned Lily on all fours between Sara and himself. Lily parted Sara’s legs and leaned over to kiss her inner thighs and then bury her face in Sara’s wet slit. Sara purred as Lily’s mouth and tongue lapped at her juicy pussy. Her hands grasped Lily’s hair and pulled her face tight against her crotch.

Brian was pounding his mate’s pussy, his hips rising and falling, a slap, slap, slapping sound indicating the passion of their union. The groans and moans of the threesome mingled together. Sara squealed as Lily’s tongue tip found her clit, triggering an orgasm that had been slowly building since Lily had joined her.

Shortly, unable to last any longer, Brian thrust his cock fully into Lily, pausing and moaning in a way that Sara and Lily both knew he was filling her with cum. He moved away, his cock sprang up and he and brought it to Sara’s lips. She eagerly cleaned him enjoying the taste. She was quickly joined by Lily, and they kissed each other in between sharing his cock. They swapped juices from Brian’s cock and their pussies.

Sara sensed that Lily was still on edge. She rolled onto her back and signaled for Lily to straddle her face. Lily quickly positioned herself and Sara’s agile tongue was soon rewarded with a flow of Brian’s cum. She murmured her approval, swallowing his cream before her tongue and lips went to work on Lily’s flower. Her teeth nibbled the thin vaginal lips and then her mouth moved to the top of her mound, her lips encircling Lily’s clit. Her hips bucked and she ground her crotch against Sara’s face.

“Aw, yes, there, right there. I need it I need it bad.”

Brian watched as his girlfriend was pleasured by another woman. His heart was thumping, and his brain was whirring. “Man, is this gonna be what goes on this weekend?” he thought.

Sara’s index finger wiggled and probed Lily’s tight asshole, a place that Brian had rarely explored. As Sara sucked and her tongue flicked over her nervy pleasure button, the added stimulus of her starfish being teased put Lily over the top. Her torso went rigid, and her thighs quivered. A loud sigh/moan hissed through her clenched teeth as her orgasm crested.

Sated, the three reclined next to each other, pleasantly content.

TO BE CONTINUED