My Wife and Hers Crossed the Line on the Boat
Married life, with children, work, and an old dog, pushes you, without you even noticing, toward a comfortable, dead routine. You keep putting off getaways, games, weekends alone, until sex becomes a formality that happens more and more rarely. You get so used to not having it that the day it does happen is almost a celebration. We were getting older, brushing up against fifty, and the days went by without glory or grief.
We live in a housing development on the outskirts of a small coastal city. My wife, Carla, runs a shop for a well-known chain, and I, Andrés, am sales manager at a dealership. The area has kept growing over the twelve years we’ve lived here: lots of greenery, room for the kids, for dogs, a couple of decent bars. A lot of people left the center to move into the terraced houses that filled the lots.
One of the latest arrivals was a couple we hit it off with, Rubén and Marina. The women clicked right away, and we shared hobbies and an absurd passion for dogs. Their friendship pulled us out of our lethargy: we started making plans, going out on weekends, and this year we planned our vacation together, the four of us, without kids or pets.
Rubén and I are both solidly built, though he has a good half-head on me; he’s around six foot three. We go to the gym five days a week and, despite our age, we stay in good shape, without giving up a good wine or a good meal. He’s a police sub-inspector and a fishing enthusiast, especially from his little boat.
Marina is the exact opposite of Carla. My wife barely reaches five foot three, doesn’t do any sports, and yet genetics have been kind to her: firm skin, small, perky breasts like a young girl’s, a cheeky little ass. Marina, on the other hand, runs an insurance brokerage, is about five foot nine, and although she works hard at Pilates and walks two hours a day, she carries a few extra pounds with enviable confidence. When we go out for walks she usually wears leggings that show off a huge backside, and she drags around a generous chest I’ve spent months trying not to stare at.
I admit I had fantasized about her more than once. Especially since that Saturday when we went fishing on Rubén’s boat.
***
The two women lay down to sunbathe as soon as we dropped anchor. Marina asked if we minded if she went topless; she hated bikini lines. There was an awkward silence until Carla said no, and I mumbled the same. Marina took off her top without any ceremony.
They were exactly as I had imagined them. Big dark nipples, hardened by the sea breeze. She smiled at Carla and held out the tube of sunscreen.
—Come on, woman, there’s nobody here, and those of us who are are family.
—All right —Carla said, and looked at me for permission. I nodded, unable to say a word.
Marina started rubbing sunscreen on my wife. She covered her shoulders, her neck, and went down to her breasts, spreading the oil with a calm that was anything but innocent. Carla’s nipples stood up like stones. Marina came around behind her, rubbed her back, and went back to the tits, this time pinching a little, rolling the nipples between her fingers. Carla let out a soft gasp that shot through me like an electric current.
I was transfixed when Rubén’s voice pulled me out of my trance.
—Let’s get the tackle ready, come on, or I’m going to end up jerking off right here —he said, with his hand inside his swim trunks squeezing a bulge he made no attempt to hide—. And I think I’m not the only one.
I looked down and found my own erection lifting the fabric like a tent. The girls laughed without trying to hide it. Carla was already returning the favor, rubbing Marina down the same slow, shameless way, and the two of them settled at the bow to tan. Rubén and I went aft with the rods.
—Carla is seriously hot —he said bluntly as soon as we were alone—. And I can tell she’s receptive. If Marina keeps pushing, she’s going to get her into bed.
I looked at him in disbelief, but I managed to answer.
—Yesterday I would’ve told you no way. After what I just saw, you may be right. Anyway, don’t complain: Marina is a hell of a woman.
—She turns you on, huh? I noticed the way you look at her.
—I’m repeating that she’s a hell of a woman. Sorry if it bothers you, it’s just that she’s so different from Carla…
—Don’t apologize, idiot. I look at yours too, and I’ve fantasized about her plenty of times. I’ve even talked about it with Marina.
—What do you mean, you’ve talked about it?
—Exactly what you heard. We’ve imagined what it would be like to fuck all four of us, swapping partners. Even just seeing the two of them together. Marina likes you, and Carla, even more so. Tell me you wouldn’t fuck my wife if you had the chance. Deny you’ve thought about it.
—I’m not denying it —I admitted—. But thinking about it and doing it are two different things.
—The gap is today and here. Just the four of us, with nobody able to see us. The only condition is that we all agree.
—The idea turns me on, I’m not going to lie. But I doubt Carla will go along with it.
—Leave that to Marina —he laughed—. She’s very persuasive.
—I don’t doubt it, after what I’ve seen.
***
We kept fishing and talking about the subject without holding back, each of us praising the other man’s wife, what we liked most doing to them, and what we’d never dared ask them for. I ended up confessing that our sex life had become monotonous compared to theirs, that they’d been to swingers’ clubs and even a themed hotel in Valencia. Several decent-sized catches came in, enough to eat for lunch and dinner for a couple of days, and when the sun really started beating down we decided to put the rods away and go get some beers.
On the way, we wanted to see what our women were doing. Rubén was ahead of me along the side passage of the deck. Suddenly he stopped and gestured for me to come closer, slowly and silently.
At the bow, on the cushions that formed a triangular sun deck, Carla was lying there completely naked. Marina was covering her with her body, also naked, her head buried between my wife’s legs. Carla was writhing, gasping, and twisting her nipples with both hands. Marina was holding her thighs open, and I could clearly see her tongue moving over her from top to bottom. She let one leg go, slid several fingers inside her without stopping licking, and Carla arched her back and came with a long, loud moan that bounced over the water.
My wife. My Carla, the classic one, the modest one. Coming in another woman’s mouth.
When Carla was lying there spent, Marina tucked a cushion under her head and straddled her, leaving her shaved sex a millimeter from her mouth.
—Come on, now it’s my turn. Do it the way I taught you.
Carla said nothing. She wrapped her arms around her, grabbed her ass with both hands, and started eating her out with a hunger I didn’t know she had. Marina took less than a minute to come, screaming like a madwoman, holding my wife by the ponytail so she wouldn’t pull away even an inch.
When they both seemed to be calming down, we went over.
—I can see you’re having a great time without us —Rubén said.
—Yeah, these two are a bit selfish, aren’t they? —I added, my voice hoarse.
—There was too much tension on this boat —Marina replied—. We just let a little ballast go.
—That’s right —Carla said, and gave her friend a wicked look—. But come over here, you two look very tense yourselves.
***
Rubén planted himself in front of Marina already out of his swim trunks, and I took mine off to join in too. They knelt down to take us in, and as soon as they had us within reach, each one took the other’s dick into her mouth and started sucking with enthusiasm. Carla, so proper in everything, gave scandalously good blowjobs. Marina had a harder time swallowing Rubén’s cock, longer than mine though less thick, but she tried with an eagerness that was a pleasure to watch.
After a few minutes, perfectly in sync, they switched positions without needing to say a word. Seeing my wife with my friend’s cock in her mouth while I felt Marina’s tongue running over every inch of me had me on fire. Rubén held Carla’s head and fucked her mouth slowly, savoring every centimeter. I did the same with Marina, setting an increasingly urgent rhythm.
When I felt I couldn’t take any more, I looked into her eyes asking permission. She understood perfectly and answered with a slow blink. I let myself go deep into the back of her throat, a couple more spurts, plenty, while I let her pull back a little to lick and suck up what was left.
I turned my head toward Rubén and Carla. He had his cock in his hand and several ropes of semen were sliding down my wife’s face, chest, and hair. Marina came over to finish cleaning him up and then, with her tongue, gathered from Carla’s body whatever she could. I was in a kind of incredulous ecstasy. Not even in my dirtiest dreams had I imagined a scene like that.
Marina took Carla by the hand and stood up.
—Let’s take a swim. You two prepare something to eat in the meantime, because the weekend is long and we’re going to need our strength.
Carla looked at me, winked, and blew me a kiss before jumping into the sea after her friend.
—Andrés, let’s do as we’re told —Rubén said, giving me a slap on the shoulder—. We’re not going to forget this weekend, I promise you. My wife is completely unhinged, and yours is right there with her.
—I can see that —I replied, watching the two of them swim away laughing between the waves—. This is promising.
And promising it was. But that first afternoon, with the sun going down over the deck and Marina’s taste still in my mouth, none of the four of us could have imagined how far that summer would take us.