Four in a Boat

A 31' by 11' fiberglass boat had left its berth somewhere in southwest Florida at 9 that morning. The time was coming up on 9 25. There was a mild westerly breeze across the deck. The west coast of Florida is visible off the starboard side, white caps off the port side. Seagulls could be seen over the shore line, the cries splitting the air.

Alan Kent, my husband of 10 years, was navigating the recently acquired craft. His friend Ted, who also happens to be my girlfriend's husband, was sitting along side him. The two men had been chit chatting about guy stuff. Jane and I were relaxing under the sky over the stern engaging in girl talk.

Jane Willis and I had been friends for twenty years since sophomore year of high school. Back in the day we had played field hockey until we both got jobs, she at the grocery store and I at a donut shop. We still found time to hang out together.

At 35, Jane is tall with very little body fat. Dark-brunette hair cascaded down to generous breasts. Her full red lips, brown eyes and spectacular high cheekbones make her quite attractive.

Physically we are very different. At 5' 9 she is 5 inches taller than me. The face shape and lips are different as well. Also, I'm a blond. Big boobs are the only common feature.

I brought up an unusual topic, one that suprised her.

"My cousin Carla and a friend of hers just spent a week at a nudst resort. They stayed in a log cabin."

"What's her friend's name?"

"Alicia," I replied.

Jane gave me a look.

"They're not lesbians. Carla tried to get her husband to go. She couldn't convimce him."


"What about Alicia," Jane inquired.

"Her husband goes away on business often."

"What about you? Have you ever skiny dipped? Ever gone sky-clad?"

"Can't say that I have," I replied.

Jane never seemed to be the type to bare all until she did.

"Stop the boat Al. I want to take a dip."

Always ready to give a favor to a friend, he cut the engine letting the boat slow to a stop.

She had come aboard the boat wearing washed cutoffs, a black v-neck teeshirt and Sketchers slip-ins with ankle socks. Was she wearing a swimsuit or just undies? Not that it matters. They're very similar.

She stood up and turned her back to me. Now facing the cabin she began undressing. A minute later she turned around. Naked, she stepped off the swim platform. For several long seconds I watched her treading water.

Her husband proceeded to undress then jumped off the platform.

I approached my husband.

"When in Rome," I quipped while getting naked.

Very reluctant to join us in the water, Alan stayed in the navigator's chair.

"Join us," I shouted. "The water's refreshing."

Seconds later, he did jump into the water.

I submerged and swam toward him then surfaced in front of him. My hand closed loosely around his manhood. Aware of the gesture, he grinned.

"Lady I'm going to hump you into a coma tonight."

I giggled and quipped, "don't wait until tonight."

We remained in the water for just a few minutes until the fear of a shark sent us back aboard the boat.

We made observations about sharks then the topic turned to deep sea fishing, a passtime that both men enjoy.

The four of us switched seats and remained naked until fuel level compelled us to head back to the pier. My hand closed loosely around my husband's dick making it go erect within a few seconds.

He turned and looked into my eyes.

"I'm down here," I quipped indicating my boobs.

Near the stern Jane and Ted were going at it like dogs in heat. His body covered her from face to feet. Suddenly her soft moans crescendoed into a scream. Up on his knees and stradling her waist, Ted gazed down at Jane as she recuperated from her orgasm.

It was mid afternoon when we four finally came back inside the climate controlled cottage. Alan and I plopped into the sofa. Ted and Jane took seats separately.

We spent a leisurely afternoon watching DVD Woody Allen movies on the Samusung TV. I leaned against my husband. He draped an arm over my right shoulder. Our heads turned. His lips touched my lips as I draped my arms over his shoulders. His hands found my waist.

Jane and Ted fixed their gaze on us.

"Stephanie, let's see you suck his dick."

About a half hour into the movie "Cafe Society" the urge to indulge in sex came to me. The peculiar thing was that I wanted to do it with Ted.

How do I broach the matter? I can't just say that I'm into swinging.

After several seconds the right approach ocurred to me.

"I watched a YouTube video on swingers lifestyle. There's a club in London, another in Los Vegas."

No one replied. Apparently no one cared about that so two seconds after that observation I continued.
"It looks like it would be fun."

Again no one replied. Instead, they remained focused on the movie.

I'll try being more direct.

"I have this fantasy that I'm doing a tall dark-haired fellow. He has an oval face, full lips, a firm body. We're in the rooftop penthouse lying naked in poolside lounges. I just had multiple orgasms with him."

My husband is not tall, or at least not as tall as my fantasy lover.

Ted knew to whom I was referring. " He can't afford the penthouse."

"I'll bet he'd love to own one."

On some level Ted knew that I wanted him.

"Stephanie are you a swinger?"

I giggled at Jane's querie.

Seconds later all four of us left clothing strewn across the livingroom floor. Jane's husband settled into the sofa inviting me to have my way with him. I knelt between his legs putting my face into his lap. His large cock slid in and out over my lips. My tongue swirled around the shaft adding moisture. Meanwhile my fingers found my clit. The organ swelled under the pressure.

A few feet away Jane was bobbing on Alan's lap taking his dick deep inside her. I could hear her soft moans and his encouragement.

"Take it deep. Take it all the way."