Party Yacht Pt. 02

If you read Party Boat pt 1, you will see, it is the start of quite an experience. Part 1 was my husband, Roger's, firsthand accounting. Part 2 is my (Mary) story. The story is 95% true, but we changed the names to protect the non-innocent. Neither one of us are writers but we hope you can share our story.

The two weeks, between the time we met Fred to the time of his party, dragged by until finally we were on the way, I think we were both excited and anticipating Fred's party, for different reasons but, we both needed and wanted some time off to sit back and relax.

Fred's memory hadn't faded not even close. He had somehow found my cell phone number and had called me a few times. The calls were fun and Fred was a great conversationalist.

But the calls weren't completely innocent either, we had engaged in a phone sex a few times also. I never believed in phone sex, but we really got into it and had become to realistic and sexually frustrating plus, it was my place to be engaged in it. When it had become a habit, we mutually called it off.

Roger didn't know about the calls and certainly not about the 'sex parts'. He would have been furious and there wouldn't be any party and certainly no more Fred. I wasn't ready to give up that friendship, and no one was being hurt, and our conversations were a good way to spend time on boring days. Most of all, I liked Fred, more than I should have.

Roger already had doubts about Fred because of the Ruth and Fred thing, So, why antagonize what was already a bad situation.

On the drive we made our schedule, did our planning, and set the rules. We had an open marriage so there were always rules, rules that made it work.

I told Roger that I had to get to the yacht an hour early to help Fred set up. He asked when this had come about and why was it news to him.

I knew I had broken the rules secrets and phone calls, so I had to mitigate the outcome.

Roger wanted to know how he got my number and why I agreed to meet without discussing it with him.

I was caught in two lies and trying to find a way out. Every time I lied I got into this kind of mess.

I honestly didn't know how he got my number, so I told Roger I may have given it to him when we were dancing.

That made things worse.

I had broken another rule, we were never to give out our numbers. I had given Fred my number, innocently enough but it was still breaking a rule.

Well, I told him, it really doesn't matter now, somehow, he had it, he called, and I had accepted. Now I was committed.

He was madder that I had accepted the invite that he was about the call itself. He had his doubts about Fred and his motives because of the Ruth incident.

I reassure him that I was a big girl and could handle myself, especially knowing what had happened.

So, I had to agree to disagree about Fred and Roger gave in, but, I could tell he wasn't happy.

I arrived at the marina at the agreed upon time and the first thing I noticed was the lack of cars and the lack of people in the parking area.

There was a beautiful cabin cruiser tied up at the docks. It wasn't what I would have called a yacht but it sure was beautiful and I guessed it could have been Fred's.

I was walking out on the docks, when I noticed Fred stepping off the boat. When he noticed me he called out and said he was glad I had made it and then asked if I would like a tour and of course I agreed.

He assisted me onboard and gave a quick tour. The boat was spotless and the upkeep was flawless.

There were three staterooms with the largest being the most forward cabin, the Master's Cabin. It was a four-star hotel quality room; it was that nice.

There were two smaller cabins, and they too were beautifully decorated and looked as comfortable but on a smaller scale.

There was a fully equipped kitchen, a full bath, and a very comfortable dining/sitting area.

It was indeed yacht quality but in a 40 ft. cabin cruiser.

The tour ended in the dining area and Fred asked if I'd like a drink, I hated to refuse but it was too early for me and I am a light hitter anyway.

He poured himself a drink and we sat on a couch.

I thought Fred had sat awfully close and my first inclination was to take warning.

I didn't know if this was a warning sign or a subliminal suggestion put into my head by Roger.

Eric's warning was fresh in my mind, and I didn't want to be caught the same way Ruth had but also knew that a little knowledge was a bad thing.

As we were talking and relaxing, I asked where the guests were and at what time would they be arriving?

He told me he had to talk to me about.

I was beginning to understand what was happening, I asked if anyone was really coming and he straight up told me 'no'. I asked if he had set me up and again he answered but, with a 'yes' this time.

Taken aback, I asked if this is how he set Ruth up?

He asked what I was talking about so, out it came.

I told him that I had heard that he had lured Ruth here and then molested and took advantage of her.

He was shocked and asked if I wanted to hear his side of the story.

I answered and told him not really, it was my wondering mind that wanted to know and not me, per se.

He laughed and told me that there were always two sides to every story and if I wanted to know his side, he would tell me.

I had used that same logic on my self. I didn't have enough first hand knowledge to make a decision or determination on what had transpired. Besides, I didn't want to believe it, I wanted to trust Fred and until I found out differently, I would.

The glitch was the revelation he had just made to me. What was he planning for me and how would I feel about it?

I backed the conversation up a bit and asked him what he meant about setting me up.

If I didn't have a special feeling for him and his truthfulness, he would have scared me by now but and I felt no threat. I didn't know if I was being foolish or careless, and I guess it didn't really care.

He continued on about when he first saw me at the house party, he felt attracted to me and wanted to talk to me and get to know me, but he didn't. Then when he saw me, two weeks ago at the bar, he realized that I was the one from the party and knew he had to make his move. Right from the beginning he knew he was going to be aggressive and press his luck. No matter how forward he got, Roger was constantly watching yet did nothing or say a word. From that, he knew that Roger was enjoying the 'show' and that Roger and I must be in an open marriage. He decided he wanted in and wanted me.

He plotted and planned the fake party and how to get us back and back under his terms. Then he wasn't sure on how to get me alone, so he then set up the early meeting time ploy.

From there I was so easy and now he had me alone on his boat.

But I was married and did have a husband, how did he plan on getting around that?

He stood up from the table and changed the subject. He asked if I had brought anything with me that I needed. I had brought a beach bag with bathing suit and some towels but told him I had left them in the car. He told me to run out and get them, come right back, and we could get going.

I actually ran, grabbed my stuff and was back in a minute. Again, he was waiting for me on the docks and assisted me aboard.

I told him how skeptical I was of his plan and that he had left the most important part of his plan out, me.

What if I had no feelings for you, what if I refused the early meet up, what if learned about what you just told me and turned around and left?

He asked me with all the planning he had done would he really have forgotten that important part?

He continued on the dance floor, I had you so horny you would have done me right there on the floor, in front of the whole bar. The calls I made to you were designed to see how receptive you were to talk with me and getting to know me. The phone sex was to see how far I could get you to go in being intimate. The early arrival for the party, that was to check to see if you were willing to meet me without your husband present. Everything had gone exactly as I planned.

Now, tell me I am wrong. Tell me you don't want to be here or want me to want you.

I couldn't contradict a thing he had just said, and I couldn't lie by saying I didn't want him to want me.

I told him that he had me at this moment, but I could leave at any time leaving you here feeling quite foolish.

He laughed, held my hand, and started again. You failed your last test miserably. I told you to go to your car and get your stuff and hurry back. You did exactly that. You could have gone to your car and left and I would have been a memory. But, here you are.

He was so full of confidence. He said, Mary, if you were going to leave, if you wanted to leave, you would be long gone by now.

You know what's on my mind and figured that out a long time ago.

So, lets get the boat untied and get going.

He was so right, he knew it and now I knew it. I wanted Fred and I wanted him to want me. I didn't care about my marriage right now. I wanted to have this affair and no rules were going to stop this now, It was too late.

What was Roger going to say, what was he going to do? What would this do to our marriage? I didn't know, I didn't care, and worse, I couldn't be bothered with those details right now.

I climbed to the flying bridge where Fred was at the controls. I sat next to him and watched him maneuver us out of the harbor.

On the way out I wanted to make a cell call to Roger and try to explain more, or anything at all but, Fred wanted me to hold off until we cleared the harbor and there was no more boat traffic.

I asked him where we were headed, if anywhere specific. He told me that farther out there was a swallower area that was known to the locals as the casino at sea. A lot of boats meet up out there and partied without many limits due to its seclusion. That sounded cool to me, and I couldn't wait to see it.

He suggested that I go below and change into my bathing suit as we could swim once we got out there. Also, It would be a good time to make my call.

I got my suit and went to the restroom. I stripped, got my suit on, and then checked myself out on a full length mirror.

My hair looked ok seeing that I had been in the sun and salt air, my makeup was acceptable, but I couldn't do anything about it anyway. I perked up my boobs, patted my tummy flat, checked out my nice bubble butt and shapely legs, and exited to return to Fred.

I had brought along my favorite bathing suit. It was a black bikini with a hidden secret. It had ties that could be drawn to make it much tighter and smaller leaving little to the imagination. He would love it.

I grabbed my cell phone and headed out on deck. I picked out a deck chair and made myself as comfortable as I could preparing for a very uncomfortable phone call. I called and Roger answered on the first ring. He was furious and screaming so loud I couldn't hear myself think. I knew the call wasn't going to be good but never expected it to go so wrong so fast.

He asked where the hell I was, when I would be back, and what the hell was going on? I stuttered and stammered and knew I had to come up with something, but I had no clue how to answer the questions he was asking.

I told Roger to hold on and that Fred wanted to talk to him.

It wasn't a great lie but would have to do.

I brought the phone up to Fred on the bridge. Then, I told Fred that Roger wanted to talk to him.

I was on a roll.

Returning to my deck chair, I left it to them to figure it out.

I could hear the call in the distance and could tell it wasn't going well. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was unmistakable, trouble.

After what I figured was a reasonable amount of time, I headed up to Fred. He was slouched in his captain's chair, and just as I got to him, he was letting out a long slow breath. The cell was on the dash in front of him, thrown against the windshield, I knew right away, more trouble.

I asked him how it went and he just laughed. I asked what he had said and he just sighed. Fred had told him exactly what he had told me. He told him about his observations at the bar, the phone calls, and the beach bag. He told Roger that I had willingly made up my mind to stay and that we were on the boat now and that he would take me home when he was ready, today or tomorrow.

I was so dead so dead.

And, with a attitude from Roger that pissed him off, he told Roger that if I was a virgin when I got to his boat, I wouldn't be when I left it.

I was worse that dead.

Fred's attitude then pissed Roger off and, he shut the cell down without saying a word, Again, that pissed Fred off, and he threw my phone against the windshield.

Geezus.

So, Roger was pissed at me and Fred. Fred was pissed at Roger and, I was pissed at both of them,

What did I do to create this mess?

Wait.... this was not my doing, well not all of it.

I told Fred I was dead now, that soon I would be found murdered. He laughed at me and told me that he would straighten everything out when we returned. I sure hoped so but I was honestly worried.

Oh, and what about that 'today or tomorrow' statement? I asked just what he was planning and, what did he have in store for me. I was putting off asking but now I had to know.

He was so damned smug and honest when he said 'sex' lots of 'sex'. I sat there in silence.

I went back to my deck chair. I had to think about all this. Fred was going to handle Roger, that was good enough for me. Fred was going to fuck me, that was even better. I was done with all this drama.

This was all caused by Fred, so I wanted to know exactly what he was up to, and his answer didn't satisfy me one bit.

After relaxing in the sun for a while, I went back to Fred. My attitude had changed drastically, and Fred sensed it.

Both of us were so much more relaxed after the phone call. Everything was out now and we were going to fix it all later. We wanted to get on with our day.

We were approaching a group of anchored boats, so I knew we were arriving at the destination. Fred pulled back and the throttles and we glided to a stop. He jumped up from his seat and went forward to drop the anchor.

Once the anchor set and the engines shut down it was so quiet, only the water lapping against the boat could be heard. My nerves calmed, Fred had the situation under control and me at his finger tips. Now I wanted to see what he was going to do and I was happy.

As he was coming from tying off the anchor, I called to him, and stepping inside the cabin, he followed me in. I approached him and put my arms around his neck pinning him to the wall.

So, now, being unable to escape the question, his answer was an award winning hug and kiss. It wasn't an ordinary kiss, certainly not a love you kiss, just a nasty let's fuck kiss. I loved it but again he got away without answering my question and I wasn't ready for just that. I thought for sure I had him where he had to answer this time. But, he turned the tables on me again, my pussy twitched at his kiss, and I forgot the question.

He spun me around and pushed me face first against the wall, tight. His hardon was pressing into the crack of my butt and a hand went into my bikini caressing my pussy. His hand had a grip on my pussy and a finger parted my pussy lips and was rubbing so tenderly.

I wanted it harder than that but that was doing it for me.

He kept that up until I was soaked and for a second time since we met, he had my knees buckling.

He turned me back around and then he had me pinned face to face. Kissing me, he told me how he was going to enjoy fucking me. It was a good thing he had me pinned so tight, I was crumbling to the deck. I wanted him to take me right then and there.

He told me he hadn't seen a pussy like mine in many years and, he was going to enjoy it way too much.

I knew exactly what he meant. I don't shave my pussy and he had just grabbed a hand full of it. It's trimmed and cropped very short but, it's what I would call a full bush.

A vast majority of the girls I know shave, at least to some degree. With guys, from what I know, it's a love/hate relationship and, with Fred, I guessed he loved it.

I love mine the way it is and wouldn't change it for any reason. Yes, I have been asked.

We kissed, hugged, and joked around but then had to go outside and check on what was happening around us.

More and more boats had been arriving and, being the biggest boat here, we were the center of attraction. The entire area had been turned into one large floating island, and while a few anchored separately, most rafted together making it possible to step from one boat to the other. We were one mass of boats with us being the focal point.

Fred headed below saying he was going to get his bathing suit on and that he had something to show me. He asked if I could come down in five minutes, I thought he had a new bathing suit to show me.

I gave him a reasonable amount of time and went below. I knocked on his stateroom door and instead of receiving the nice welcome I expected, I got a scolding. From inside the door, he was yelling at me to not knock and to just enter.

Jeez, way to ruin my good mood. I just wanted to see his new bathing suit, why the attitude?

I opened the door and there he was, stark naked laying on his bed, face up and spread eagle. I stepped in and closed the door, I wasn't going to let him think he had shocked me. So I was acting calm and collected.

My eyes were making me dizzy trying to take everything in at once. The first thing I noticed was that Fred was very hairy, not grizzly bear hairy but, hairier than any man I had ever been with. Then I saw what was really of interest, his hardon was laying out on his furry tummy. I started to approach him and for the first time I realized how handsome he really was. We had spent so much time together, but it wasn't until now that I noticed, being naked certainly enhanced my evaluation.

As I came around the side of the bed, he extended his hand to assist me onto the bed. I put it on my waist, and he hoisted me up. I was kneeling aside him and he sat up, took me into his arms and held me real nice. A kiss or two into it, he reached around and had my suit top undone. I slid it slowly over my shoulders and let it drop exposing my naked body to him. He kissed each one and then held me tight again.

He told me that I was so much more beautiful than he had even wished for and my body looked incredible. I was holding on to him just as firm and whispered that I was here for him.

I reached over and took a firm gripped onto his twitching cock. I stroked it lightly and it started to grow in my fist, I loved that. He had a hand full of my boob and his thumb was rubbing my nipple, and it was reacting just as his cock, stiffening and growing. If my pussy had calmed down from his touching earlier it was doing the complete opposite now. I felt a warm gush in my pussy and knew it was soaked again.

He laid back and rolled me on top of him. We were face to face, my nipples were buried in his chest hair, and my pussy was separated from his cock by a thin piece of nylon bathing suit. There was nothing left to my imagination on how it would feel.

I put my elbows on his chest and my head in my hands, we laid there talking and kissing and his hands were working my bottoms down and over my hips. One of his feet caught in the leg hole and he pushed them down and over my feet. Finally, we were both naked and laying together. All the planning, teasing, and anticipating had been worth it.

I can't believe how much we talked when we were like this. I didn't want to jump into anything and make this a quicky and, thank goodness, we weren't doing that. He is a great talker and this slowed things down. There were times when he was talking and I wasn't listening. My thoughts were on wanting to feel his hairy body beneath me..

It felt so soft, cuddly, and prickly all at the same time. Never having had this feeling before, it was very erotic and was giving me tingles all over. Then I thought, if he liked my hair, I liked his even more. I wanted his to mingle and tangle together with mine.

I rolled off and was rubbing his stomach and chest and loved the feel of his hair going between my fingers.

I assured him I wasn't going anywhere; it was just that I had to move because his hardon was poking my stomach. We had a great laugh about that, and his kisses were flowing, I was in ecstasy. I was just where I wanted to be.

His hand cupped my pussy, and his fingers were running over my pubis and one of them had found its way into my soaked and silky insides. He kept telling me how much he wanted it and that wasn't helping my delicate horny condition. My insides felt like they wanted to explode.

Try to relax, I kept telling myself, I knew we had all the time we wanted.

Trying to break the thoughts of him fingering me, I wanted to think about him now. He had what I wanted and now was the time for me to collect.

He didn't have the longest cock I have ever had in my hand on but very well could have the thickest. I had my fingers wrapped around it, but as it grew they were quickly spread apart. His greatest attribute had to be how hard he could get and I mean rock hard. Even if I wanted to claw it with my finger nails I know I couldn't have, it was that hard, bending it would have been impossible.

I leaned down to give it a kiss but noticed a glimmer of precum protruding from the tip. One of my weaknesses is precum, the stuff is great fun. It is thinner than cum, a much better lubricant, and the taste is much milder. I could play in it for an hour but have never been given that chance.

Instead of kissing it, I grabbed onto him with both hands, squeezing and stroking, I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips and licked the precum clean. He didn't take that very long before he pushed me onto my back and rolled over on me. The move pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and my pussy was rotated right over in his face. He raised his hips sinking his cock even deeper and with his arms around my waist pulled my abdomen onto his face.

I'm not sure how he did it but his tongue had my clit between it and the roof of his mouth, and he was raping it. Instantly I knew he had me on my way to my first orgasm, but I was going to fight it as long as I could.

Concentrating on his cock in my mouth, I started sucking him in as deep as I could. My tongue was giving it a working over but he was pushing in faster than I could keep up with it. When it reached the back of my throat I grabbed onto it with my throat muscles and held him tight.

That did it for him, he started to fuck my mouth like he never had a bj before. Precum was running out of it and down my throat, and I was trying for every bit of it, but knew the real load was on it's way. Between the warm precum entering my stomach and the way his tongue had my clit I was a goner, I couldn't ignore it a second longer.

I felt a rush all the way down my back, and my orgasm filling my pussy. Holding onto his cock the best I could, I was having spasms one on top of the other and concentrating on anything was a challenge.

Then he let me have it, thick streams of heavy cum were filling my mouth as fast as I could swallow. The overflow was squeezing out the corners of my mouth and down my chin and neck as I was trying to contain it. I was wondering if he was ever going to stop cummings and, just as I couldn't take anymore and choke, he yanked out of my mouth and with his hand finished himself off all over my tits and chest. I had a great view of what he had just done, and it was wonderful. When his spasms had subsided, my tongue was right there cleaning his shaft.

He pulled my head off his cock and turned me so that my drenched pussy was directly over his face and, felt his hot breath on my pussy. Covering it in kisses while trying to suck me dry was a lost cause for him. He didn't know me very well yet but would learn.

We were both temporarily exhausted and needed a much-deserved breather. He moved to roll my off and I twisted to assist but not without dragging my dripping pussy over his chest. I wanted to see my cum soaking his chest,.

Turning around to face his again he burst out with a nervous laugh. He told me how very sorry he was. I must have looked a total mess, his cum was all over me.

Grabbing a towel beside the bed, he offered to help clean me up and that I needed. Getting that done, I took the towel and wiped his chest, making sure I spread it more before wiping it dry.

We held each other close and came down together.

He was mad at himself for cumming so fast but even more so for not fucking me I had my arms around his neck and told me that if he was a good boy he could have another shot at it.

He told me that it might take him some time but he would take that as a promise. I told him that's exactly what it was.

Not to add insult to injury but, I told him that I am so multi orgasmic that sometimes I even scare myself. I could climax all night with little to no recharge time and did understand that men weren't that lucky. He gave me a slap on the ass telling me I wasn't funny.

I reached down and took his cock in my hand. It had gone down a bit but not really all that much. It was still very heavy and still quite stiff. I thought that maybe he could still get penetration from it, but I was going to have to wait.