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Then Jackie slipped down a bit on the rope. Trace thought Jackie had let go of the line. He let go of her and grabbed the line with both hands. Jackie put her arms around Trace’s waist and grabbed onto his semi erect cock. She smiled and playfully said, "If touching all over is allowed, then I can win this little game by applying pressure."

He thought he might enjoy losing but he laughed and said, "Okay, I give up. Game’s over. You win."

She smiled in victory, gave his cock a soft rub and said, "I thought cold water was supposed to shrink these things." She let go and he blushed a bit at her remark.

They made their way back up the tow line where Manny helped them into the boat, noticing that Jackie’s nipples were hardened and that Trace had a substantial bulge. He was sure that they had been fooling around a bit. He had that funny feeling in the pit of his stomach but also could feel a stirring in his own shorts. He couldn’t help wonder what had happened in the bed.

Once they were all back on the boat, Jackie said, "I’ve got to get out of this wet suit." Of course she was only wearing the bottoms so she didn’t have much to take off.

Manny threw her a towel and said, "Go for it!"

As Trace and Manny tightened the sails, Jackie wrapped the towel around her and proceeded to remove her bikini. It was a neat trick, taking off the bikini under the towel without exposing too much of herself. Of course, the guys did get a few flashes here and there, enough to keep Trace hard and enough to make Manny’s excitement evident through his shorts. The men watched her every move. Jackie liked being the center of their attention. After the suit was gone, she sat down in the cockpit with just the towel.

Throughout the afternoon, they talked about anything and everything, (except the previous night’s sleeping arrangements,) while Jackie continued to tease them with the towel. It was already terribly short, but sitting down, she was nearly exposed. Moving around on the bench, she taunted the guys with occasional brief glimpses between her legs.

When she moved her arms while talking, the top of the towel would loosen and slide down her breasts. She would ignore it until her nipples were practically showing, then she would cinch it back up. Several times, she stood and turned her back to the cockpit so she could rewrap and tighten the towel.

Jackie was feeling very aroused. Since waking up naked with Trace and through the days teasing she had slowly become more and more aroused. She had stopped being cold to Manny after the swim. She had been talking more to him although had still not expressed affection. She noticed the bulges grow in their shorts, as her audience got visibly more appreciative. Mercifully, she finally announced that she was going below to change and fix dinner.

After dinner, the three of them again sat around the cockpit talking. Manny still wanted to know what had happened when Trace and Jackie were in bed together, but didn’t know how to ask. The conversation eventually came around to Trace’s birthday, almost a year before, just after their last cruise.

Trace and Donna, who lived about fifty miles away, had gone to stay with Jackie and Manny for the weekend. It was Trace’s birthday and they went to a restaurant for dinner. They had all ordered the night’s special, some kind of pasta dish with baby shrimp and a spicy brown sauce. There was something sensual about the food, or maybe the way they had eaten it.

They had taken turns feeding each other. They made a mess, sucking on the pasta and shrimp with the sauce dribbling off their chins. When they had finished eating they weren’t ready to go back home. Manny suggested an exotic dancer club where the entertainers gave lap dances. Manny and Trace thought it was a great idea. The women weren’t so keen on it but since it was Trace’s birthday they went along with it.

On the way to the club, they talked about how they were going to celebrate Trace’s birthday by getting him a couple of sexy lap dances. They kidded Trace about needing his iron underwear to keep from splitting his pants.

It wasn’t too late yet and they got one of the better tables. Actually, it was more like a semicircular couch with a small cocktail table in the center. They had a good view of the stage and the rest of the club. They were surprised to find that there were a few other couples in the club. They had expected it to be all men. And the lap dances were not exclusively for the men. It seemed that a couple of the men were buying lap dances for their spouse or date, instead of for themselves.

The reason was pretty obvious. When the female entertainers did a lap dance for another female, there was a lot more touching. The strippers would sometimes bury their face in the girl’s crotch, (really hot if the girl was wearing a short skirt,) and would pull the girls top up and suck on her breasts a bit.

The guys decided that Trace wasn’t going to get the lap dances; they wanted their wives to get them instead. The women were against it for most of the evening. But as the wine flowed and they saw two or three other women get them, they started to think it might be harmless. Donna and Jackie said they wouldn’t let the dancers do all that to them, and then they laughed.

After some sexy teasing, and even bribery, the deal was struck. Donna and Jackie would get a lap dance in return for a serious shopping trip on the next day. The guys thought they were getting off cheap. They would have paid almost anything for this experience.

They selected a couple of "entertainers". They were as close as they could get to the girl next-door type. They seemed friendly and weren’t too intimidating. Jackie and Donna were in the center of the "couch" with Manny and Trace on either side. The music probably didn’t have much to do with it, but as it started, the dancers moved the small table out of the way and started dancing.

The dancers rubbed their bodies all over the two women. They went from in between their legs all the way up to their chests. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on who was being asked,) Donna and Jackie were both wearing slacks, so there wasn’t going to be any exposed legs or panties. The dancers ground their faces between the women’s legs. Even with the slacks it was erotic, seeing Jackie and Donna like this.

The dancers then put their mouths to the wives ears. It looked like the women were getting a little tongue action on their ear lobes. It might have been that, but it was also some female conspiracy. The dancers told the wives they should relax and have fun; put on a good show for the husbands and everyone wins. The dancers would get better tips and the wives would get their reward at home. The wives were told how to signal the dancers at any time they felt uncomfortable with what was happening.

Donna and Jackie smiled. The dancers were right; this little show was a dream come true for Manny and Trace. The ‘girls only’ conspiracy made the women more comfortable with the situation. They relaxed and got into it.

The dancer with Jackie had her hands roaming all over Jackie’s body. Jackie looked at Manny and said, "Why can’t you touch me like this!!"

The dancers were all over the women. Their hands were everywhere. They ground their crotches and then their asses into the wives crotches. They took the women’s faces and squeezed them into the middle of their exposed breasts. Trace and Manny were excited by the erotic sight before them.

The women had said it wouldn’t happen, and they had believed it wouldn’t. But in the heat of the moment, it all seemed okay. The dancers, as if in unison, pushed the women’s tops up, dragging the bras with them, and totally exposed the wives breasts. The dancers rubbed their own bare breasts on the breasts of the wives, then began messaging them with their hands.

Jackie and Donna began to feel twinges of sexual arousal as their nipples hardened. They were surprised to find that their bodies appreciated the attention even if it was coming from another woman. The dancers continued to grind into the women’s crotches as they lowered their mouths to the wives nipples, giving each of them a quick lick and suck. Jackie, in particular, was enjoying herself. She looked over to the next table and noticed that the four men there had their eyes glued to her. She became even more excited, imagining how much they wanted her.

Then Jackie’s dancer tried to take it to the next level. In another minute or two it might have worked but the move was too sudden and Jackie wasn’t quite ready for it. In one quick move the dancer unfastened the snap on Jackie’s pants; the zipper went down; and the dancer’s hand went into the pants and onto Jackie’s panty covered lips and clit. Donna’s dancer was trying to do the same thing with her, but the wives put a stop to it. The men were somewhat disappointed but the music ended anyway and the dancers stood up.

As Manny and Trace paid the dancers and Jackie and Donna rearranged their clothes, the men at the next table applauded their appreciation. The wives were wound up, more adrenaline rush then sexual excitement. Jackie later said that she felt like a college girl on a wild spring break night. Maybe that explained her behavior as they walked past the table of four men on their way out of the club.

Jackie stopped and with her flirtiest smile, thanked them for clapping. The guys were all saying how great she was and how lucky her husband was. One of the men said that he hadn’t really been able to get a good view because the dancer was always in the way. Without really giving it much thought, Jackie, now standing in the middle of the club, pulled her top and bra up over her breasts, exposing her tits to all of the nearby tables. She smiled and asked if that was any better. The nearby tables erupted in cheers and cat calls. Jackie pulled her top back down and said goodnight.

They drove home in silence. It was Manny’s car and he and Jackie were in the front, Trace and Donna in the back. The only sound was the rustle of clothes as both couples tried to maintain the rush. When they got to the house, they hastily said goodnight to each other and went to their respective rooms. It was several hours before the urges that had been building all night had finally been satisfied.

The three of them reminisced about that night in the darkness of the boat’s cockpit, still, there was no discussion of what had or had not happened when Trace had slept with Jackie the previous night. It was close to ten and Manny took Jackie below, leaving Trace alone at the helm.

Trace’s mind was racing with sexual images. He fantasized about having Jackie’s legs wrapped around his neck. He loosened his shorts and put his hand in to feel his manhood. The images came into focus: Jackie teasing with the towel; his tongue on Jackie’s nipples and her hand on his cock; the two of them playing on the tow line. He opened his shorts and let his turgid member out into the dim light of the cockpit.

He revisited the night at the strip club, the dancers licking on those gorgeous tits while he and Manny and others in the club watched; and the aftermath, glorious sex with Donna, orally bringing each other to climax after climax. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked furiously until he came. He shot his load all over the cockpit. The salt-water spray would wash that away before anyone else showed up on deck.

Manny and Jackie headed down to the berth to sleep. Jackie was aroused by a day of sexual teasing. She had woken up naked with Trace, then flirted with him and shared little feels in the water. She was on fire. She climbed in the bed with Manny and closed the door. She gave him a hot wet kiss and whispered to him, asking him to fuck her.

Manny had seen her like this before. Usually it was after a night out and some drinking. Her wanting to be fucked was not the same as her wanting to make love. He recognized and enjoyed the difference, but didn’t really understand it. He would ask her about it, but she would just say that she was feeling naughty.

Manny had suspected that on these nights she didn’t want to feel like a wife; she wanted to feel like a girl friend, or maybe even a girl picked up at a bar. He wondered, on these occasions, if she didn’t also pretend that he was someone else, maybe a flashback to her single days.

As hot as some of these nights had been during their marriage, they also bothered him. Rather then just leave them to fantasy, he often read things into them and would become insecure. Tonight was different, though. Manny, like Jackie, was aroused by the events of the day and previous night. He too was ready for a fuck.

He kissed her harshly, pulling off her clothes in a rush. She responded similarly, ripping his clothes off in her excitement. She was like an animal in heat. She sucked on his ears, his tongue and his nipples, leaving a hicky. She tried to take his cock in her mouth but as she did he pushed her back and slipped his tool into her pussy. She raised her legs to get him in deeper as he plowed her hard with little regard.

The passion was intense and she exploded with an orgasm, her body bucking and jerking. Manny felt her violent emotion and he came too. His gasps joined her shrieks of ecstasy as his body tensed and he filled her with his cum.

As their orgasms subsided, Manny started to soften. She whispered in his ear, "Don’t take it out yet." Her tone became sexy and pleading, "One isn’t enough tonight. Please, don’t quit yet."

Manny wanted to satisfy his wife. He made his way down the front of her, gently biting each of her nipples on the way. He rested his head between her legs and lapped up the juices dripping from her cunt. Jackie loved it but she didn’t really want his soft tongue; she wanted his hard cock. She kicked on the sides of the boat and forced them into a 69 position. While Manny kept his head buried between her legs she worked at sucking his cock back to life.

Manny was amazed at how she was acting tonight. He asked her, out of jealousy or out of excitement, he wasn’t sure which, why she was so hot tonight. She avoided his question, saying it was just the ocean air and wine. She put her lips back on his organ, trying to get it hard once again.

But Manny wasn’t going to settle for her answer. He asked, "Are you sure it wasn’t something else, like last night in bed, or today on the tow line, with Trace?"

His question left Jackie feeling a bit awkward. She didn’t know how to answer. But Manny’s body was telling her what she needed to know. She felt his still lifeless penis growing in her mouth. She teasingly whispered, "Is that what you think, or is that what you want to believe?"

It was Manny’s turn to wonder how he should answer. He could feel his cock growing and he knew it wasn’t all from Jackie’s mouth. After a brief silence, he finally managed to admit, "Maybe a little of both."

"I would never go out and cheat on you; you know that; but I am human too. We woke up naked and very close. It was exciting." She put her lips back on Manny’s dick. It was getting hard. Manny’s cock was responding more to the dialogue than to her mouth. And it was affecting her too. She was becoming more aroused and was close to another orgasm.

"Tell me what happened. Tell me what you mean by close and exciting," Manny said, then went back to his ministrations.

Manny’s tongue was exploring her insides, but the conversation was exciting as well. Jackie was really getting hot, but she was also becoming afraid. She whispered, "I don’t want you to get mad. Nothing really happened, but we were awful close." She licked up the drops of cum on the head of his dick and encircled it with her lips.

Manny teased her clit with his tongue, then gave it a loving bite and said, "I’m not going to get mad. Just tell me about it."

Jackie wrapped her hand around his now hardening cock shaft and proceeded to tell him.

"Well, we woke up and were facing each other. Our legs were tangled and his penis was sticking out of his boxers and was kind of between my legs," she said shyly. "I was cuddled against his chest. We talked a bit but we didn’t move. I wanted to know how he got there and why you sent him.

"Then he started to softly touch my nipples. You know what does to me," she said. "I was aroused and I think I was angry with you for putting me in that position. I guess I used that as an excuse for my behavior."

"What do you mean, your behavior?" Manny asked.

"Well, I don’t know. I was aroused and I looked up at him and kissed him, I guess to get back at you, or at least that was my excuse. The truth is that I was aroused, being naked like that. Trace is a good-looking guy." Jackie stopped talking as she started to feel a little guilt with her arousal.

Manny had been softly teasing her clit while she stroked his cock. He assured her that he wanted to hear it all. He didn’t blame her. He was getting aroused and she could tell it. His cock had gone from dead to hard as a rock.

She continued. "Well, we kissed a few times and then he started to lick my nipples. It didn’t last very long, only long enough for me to reach down and stroke his cock, like I’m doing to you. Then I felt guilty and nervous. I got up, got dressed and went to join you in the cockpit. That’s all that happened."

Manny was on fire and so was she. She shifted around and pushed him on his back. She straddled him and slid his cock inside her. She looked at him with total desire and said, "Now fuck me and don’t you dare cum before I’m ready cause if you do you’ll have to go up and relieve Trace so he can come down and share the bed with me again."

Those words were almost enough to make Manny cum right then, but he held it off. She moaned and groaned things like, "Fuck me hard," and "Don’t cum yet please." They were both fucking like it was the first time for both of them. They paused long enough to kiss a few minutes and then he got in a doggie position and fucked her from behind as he slapped her ass. They were both exhausted and as he repeatedly rammed into her she screamed, "Now, deeper, cum with me!"

They felt the guns roar and the rockets explode as they shared an intense orgasm. They crumpled in a heap and fell asleep instantly.

They hadn’t been asleep for much more than an hour when the alarm went off. It woke both of them, but the alarm was for Jackie’s 2 AM watch. She hoped briefly that Manny would volunteer to take it, but then thought of Trace getting into bed with her. She wasn’t going to let that happen again. Manny hadn’t had much sleep either and really wanted to stay in bed. Nonetheless, he was ready to volunteer for the watch when Jackie jumped out of bed. She threw on a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. As Manny went back to sleep, she made coffee and went to the cockpit.

It was an awkward situation for Jackie and Trace. Both knew that what had taken place in the V-berth, and on the tow line, was more than ordinary friendship. They shared a look, a silent commitment to each other and to their spouses, that said it could never happen again. They talked about the stars, the weather and the boat. Neither dared to talk about what had happened between them. After a few minutes, Trace left Jackie at the helm and went below.

Trace was emotionally torn. As he tried to go to sleep on the bunk he thought of the intimacies he had shared with Jackie. Even though the excitement of it was more than words could describe, he knew it shouldn’t have happened, and he knew it would never happen again. He felt guilt and arousal at the same time. Trace didn’t know that his best friend had gotten really turned on when he was told about the encounter.

During the next few hours, as Trace and Manny slept below, Jackie was alone in the cockpit with her thoughts. She had told Manny about everything she had done with Trace. Instead of angry words with each other, both had become sexually excited by the discussion. It had resulted in one of the best fucks Jackie and Manny had ever had. If just talking about it had been so good for both of them, then it couldn’t be wrong.

Jackie became aroused again. She thought of naughty ways to explore this newfound adventure. She recalled the crazy things said and the fooling around that had come from that night at the strip club. A plan began to form in her mind.

Manny came into the cockpit a little after six. Jackie had managed to keep herself awake visualizing her plan but was now half asleep and barely acknowledged Manny’s presence before stumbling down the companionway. She saw Trace on the bunk, but she could only think of sleep. She collapsed in the V-berth without taking off her clothes and was instantly asleep.

Around 10 AM Trace was awakened by the sound of Jackie taking her shower. She came out wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of panties. Trace pretended to still be asleep as she worked around the galley fixing coffee and heating muffins. Her bare legs were tantalizing and even though her sweatshirt covered most of her panties, he imagined that he could see right through them. She reached up to get the coffee mugs from the overhead and the sweatshirt rode up, providing a sight of her thin panties stretched sensuously across her ass.

He hadn’t been fooling her. As she turned around with the mugs she asked Trace if he was ready for coffee. He blushed at having been caught and acknowledged that that sounded good. Jackie grinned and turned away from him to pour the coffee. While her back was turned, Trace got out of the bunk and pulled on his shorts, trying his best to hide his erection. The two of them took the coffee and muffins topside to join Manny.

It was nearly an hour later when Jackie started her little game. The three of them had shared the coffee, the muffins and some light conversation. Jackie was still dressed in the sweatshirt and panties. She was brushing her freshly washed hair as she initiated the conversation about Traces birthday last year. She reminded the others that Trace still hadn’t gotten the lap dance that had been promised to him. Trace said that watching Jackie and Donna get the lap dances was more fun than any lap dance he could get.

Jackie shook her head and said, "Wanna bet. I’m gonna give you a lap dance you’ll never forget."

Trace’s cock jerked to attention as he thought about how great it would be. But he was confused. He couldn’t imagine how this could ever happen, much less with Manny looking on. He didn’t say anything. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open.

Jackie added, "Its Manny’s idea. He bet me that I couldn’t make you cum with a lap dance."

This was news to Manny. Sure, he had said Jackie was sexy enough to work in a place like that. And yes, they had kidded about the wives giving the husbands a lap dance. But there had never been any discussion about Jackie making Trace cum. However, Manny thought he knew where she was headed. During their little fuck session last night they had both gotten really hot talking about what Jackie and Trace had been doing. Jackie was about to create some real excitement and he wasn’t about to do anything to stop her.

The men looked on dumbfounded as Jackie removed her sweatshirt and stood in front of Trace in just her panties. She unbuttoned and removed Trace’s shirt, then pulled down his shorts, leaving him in his boxers. She straddled his lap and slowly started to move her hips against him. Trace could feel himself straining inside his boxers as Jackie rubbed her panties against it. He nervously looked at Manny.

But Manny was grinning from ear to ear. He quickly put some music on the CD player as Jackie began her tease. She took Trace’s hands and placed them on her bottom where they would be away from her sensitive nipples. Trace could feel the heat in his hands as he squeezed the soft flesh of Jackie’s butt cheeks through the thin material of her panties. Jackie’s bare breasts, right in front of him, bounced in time to the music. He kept trying to grab one in his mouth but she always seemed to move away just in time. He could feel Jackie’s pussy through the thin undergarments as she ground it into his cock.

Jackie knew that making Trace cum wouldn’t be all that hard. But she wasn’t sure how soon she wanted it to happen. She looked at Trace. He wasn’t going to last long. She looked at Manny. He was like a kid in a candy store. The excitement was getting to her too. She had already soaked her panties and she could hardly feel the thin material between the two of them as she rubbed herself along the length of Trace’s hardened manhood.

Jackie gyrated her hips, more of a dry hump then a lap dance, while Trace held her ass tight and pulled her closer to him. She could feel him, fully erect, his breathing getting heavier. Jackie was dripping wet. She too was aroused. She felt that wonderful feeling building inside her.

There hadn’t really been any rules, there had only been a silent understanding that nothing was really going to happen. But as the excitement built, the inhibitions dropped and the rules got thrown out.

Trace moved his fingers from Jackie’s ass to her nipples. To Jackie, it felt like an electric current rippling through her body. From deep in her throat she let out a moan, and before she could regain control, Trace had covered one of her breasts with his mouth.

Manny watched in amazement. He knew his wife well. He knew the sounds and the look on her face. He knew this wasn’t going to stop with a harmless lap dance.

With Trace’s mouth on one nipple and his fingers on the other, Jackie lost control. She feverously dry humped Trace’s cock with her pussy. Manny was so overtaken with lust that he had his hand in his pants. Jackie and Trace gyrated their bodies against each other. Trace’s mouth came up for air but was met by Jackie’s open mouth and moist tongue. It was more than Trace could take. As Jackie hungrily devoured his tongue, Trace erupted with a shattering orgasm. Jackie shuddered as she reached a peak. The two of them clung to each other tightly as the feeling gradually subsided.

As Trace regained his composure, Jackie looked at Manny. She wanted more and she stared longingly at the bulge in Manny’s pants. Manny had never seen his wife with another man. This was a hot new experience. He felt some twinges of jealousy but there was no denying his aroused state. Watching Jackie bring Trace to an orgasm had been about all he could take. When Jackie looked his way he was about ready to rip off his pants and take matters into his own hands.

Jackie got up from Trace’s lap and yanked Manny off the small cushioned couch. She ripped off her soaking wet panties and dragged Manny down to her on the floor of the cockpit. Manny wasn’t resisting. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Working together, they got him out of his pants quickly and he plunged his hardened tool into her sopping wet love nest. It was a good thing he had cum twice the night before or it would have been over in seconds.

He slammed into her again and again. She raised her hips off the deck and met his thrusts. His balls slapped against her as he jammed himself into her deeply. This was not love making. This was animalistic sex, two aroused human bodies satisfying one another. She came, this time a little more intensely than before, but still leaving her wanting more. They didn’t stop. They slowed the pace and continued with slower, more deliberate strokes. Manny began massaging her nipples as she dug her nails into his ass cheeks.

They continued as if Trace wasn’t there, but he was. He had come back to life. He was standing near them in his boxers with his semi hard cock sticking out. This was more exciting than anything he had ever seen in the movies. Jackie looked over and saw Trace watching them. Jackie put her hand out toward Trace and as he stepped closer she took his cock in her hand and pulled it toward her mouth. Trace knelt on the deck beside Jackie’s head and she closed her lips around his cock.

Manny was watching and thought, "Oh my God! This is my lovely wife, the mother of my children, with my cock inside her, driving her mad, and my best friend’s cock hardening in her mouth."

The sight and the thought of it was too much for Manny. He pushed into Jackie as far as he could go. His whole body went rigid. Jackie locked her legs around his and tightened her inner muscles onto his cock. His head was thrown back; his eyes were closed and his mouth opened wide as he pumped his sperm into her. He was completely spent. His body went limp.

Manny dragged his lifeless form off his wife and lay flat on his back on the deck of the boat, still panting from the shattering orgasm he had experienced. Animal instinct took over. Trace slid his cock out of Jackie’s mouth and took Manny’s place between her legs. He briefly teased her pussy lips with the head of his cock and then entered his friend’s lovely wife. He had often imagined what it would be like to be fucking Jackie but no amount of imagining could have ever equaled the reality. Jackie responded with soft moans and whispers of how close she was to cumming again.

Trace moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. He licked on one of her nipples. She dug her fingers into his ass. Manny could not ignore the sounds of sex right next to him. He rolled toward Jackie and put his mouth on her other nipple.

"Oh my God!" Jackie yelled as both nipples were sucked at the same time, "That’s incredible. Please don’t stop, either of you."

Her back arched and her vagina tightened. Jackie was experiencing wave after wave of rippling orgasms. They seemed to go on forever as Trace continued to fuck her hard. Manny was nibbling on one breast while Trace was gently biting on Jackie’s other nipple. Trace could feel Jackie’s lustful writhing and he too exploded, this time inside his friend’s wife.

They all just lay there a few minutes, quietly catching their breath. They were all worried. Maybe they had gone too far. Jackie laid her head on Manny’s shoulder and asked if he was okay.

Manny hugged her and said, "This has been the most exciting adventure of my life. It couldn’t have been any better."

The three of them smiled at each other and enjoyed the afterglow of the incredible passion they had just exchanged.

A few hours later they entered the Abaco chain and headed for Marsh Harbor. Tonight they would be docked and have dinner in a restaurant. Tomorrow, as the sun rose over the Atlantic, they would take the puddle jumper flight to the mainland, and from there, they would fly home to North Carolina. The adventure was over.