A Morning Excursion

The Sundancer 310 had been cruising northward out of Milwaukee on Lake Michigan at a leisurely 12 knots for some 15 minutes. While my husband piloted the boat, I made myself comfortable. While the strong sun beat down on the water, the cabin roof provided shade that kept us comfortable. A mild breeze cooled the air over the weather decks.

Jack and I are in our mid-forties, both in middle management, though not the same corporation. Since purchasing the boat 5 years ago, cruising on the lake has become our favorite way to spend a day off work. The relaxed atmosphere is a far cry from the pressure of the workplace.

With us that day were our friends Keith and Alison Locke. Alison (then Alison Clarke) and I belonged to the same sorority at Ohio state. My husband and Keith played college baseball at Indiana University.

At age 45, a daily gym workout keeps me physically fit. At 5' 7" tall, I weigh 140 pounds. It helps that I have a fast metabolism owing to muscle mass.

Alison, height 5' 10", has a slim figure, like that of a runner. Those D-cup boobs stand out. She once quipped that when she looks down she can't see past them. "They're the reason I don't wear lace-up footwear."

Anyway, for the past few months I had been entertaining the idea of becoming an exhibitionist. It'll be "a trip." So far I've resisted the temptation to bare all in public. On this day, as we cruise the lake, I realize that we're far enough from shore to be out of sight.

I came out a couple of hours earlier wearing a T-shirt and cutoffs over my two-piece swimsuit. I hadn't planned on taking a dip but I keep the option open.

I turned to Jack in the pilot's chair.

"Hon, stop the boat. I want to take a dip."

The boat slowed gradually to a full stop within 100 feet.

Meanwhile, I took it all off. T-shirt, shorts and both pieces of swimsuit landed on the deck. I jumped from the stern platform.

Jack, Keith and Alison looked at me in the water.

"Stephanie, just like college, isn't it?" she called out.

The memory locked in my subconscious is one of being naked for approximately 3 minutes and streaking a short distance to the sound of whistling. The difference on this day is that I'm not drunk and not playing truth or dare.

"Alley, join me," I called out.

She came to the stern platform and jumped off the boat.

"I meant naked."

"No thanks, I'm good."

Seconds later, my husband stood naked on the stern platform. "Little Jack" came to attention.

For several minutes Jack flirted with me in the water. My hand closed lightly around the shaft of his 5.5-inch cock. His hand rested on my butt cheeks, his finger inside the crack.

I giggled.

His other and crept upward to cup my C-cup boob.

"Feels so good," I murmured.

Jack and I climbed back into the boat and made out inside the cabin. Meanwhile Keith and Ally fooled around in the water.

After making out for a couple of minutes, my husband eased me down to the cushions. My legs opened. My feet wrapped around his shins. "Little Jack" slid slowly in and partially out of "The tunnel" as Jack's pecs flattened my boobs. His soft kisses on my neck increased my pleasure. I draped my arms around his back.

A soft "mmmmmmmm" escaped my throat. My face flushed and my breathing became shallow. The muscle tension increased until a scream signalled a powerful orgasm.

Jack withdrew his cock from inside me and knelt upright, straddling my legs. As I slowly recuperated and my breathing normalized, he stared down at me. His finger circled my left boob then its twin. He gave me a smiling nod that told me I satisfied him.

I eventually recuperated and sat upright but remained naked as did hubby.

In the meantime, Alley and Keith went at it. Jack and I locked our eyes onto them. My eyes shifted to my husband who was pleasuring himself. His hand moved up and down like a high-speed piston.

As my eyes shifted from jerking off to the Lockes fucking I stopped resisting the urge to polish the pearl. Meanwhile, two fingers with a mind of their own crept from my swollen clit into my vagina. Soft moans signalled my impending climax.

The moan became a scream as my powerful orgasm happened.

At the same time my husband tracked his fingers through his cum.

Some of us were hungry. As if reading my mind, Jack started the engine and set a course for the marina. The four of us got dressed quickly as the docks came into view.

We came to a popular local pizza shop and chatted over large Margarita pizzas and beer at an outdoor table.

Jack and I returned to our respective offices as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Neither of us would admit to a sexual escapade on a boat on Lake Michigan.

At lunchtime I engaged colleagues Michael and Alicia in chat. I did mention that my husband and I took a boat ride on Lake Michigan with longtime friends. I gave details about the marina, our route, and my husband's boat. I talked about the pizza shop where the four of us had lunch.

Alicia, it turns out, knows the place very well. "My husband and I have eaten there several times."

Back at home that afternoon, close to 6 o'clock my mind wandered into the territory of sexual fantasy while I watched my husband prepare supper.

He had just put two Cornish game hens into the 350-degree oven and was cutting veggies.

"Hey hon," I said.

"Yeah," he replied without turning around.

"I enjoy fucking under the blue sky. We need to do it again."

"Next day off," he replied without turning around.

Can I eat dinner in the nude? I don't see why not. After all, we did fuck outside.

I retired to the bedroom, got out of the charcoal pantsuit and white pullover top, then returned to the kitchen wearing just a bra and panties.

Jack turned around, finally.

He remained silent.

I got out of the bra and panties and tossed them behind me.

"I was wondering if you were going to take those off."

I giggled. Going through my home in the nude feels good and worth doing all the time.