Our Liberal Afternoon on the Bay Yacht
I’m going to tell you how it was, because I still can’t quite believe it. Marcos and I are just like any other couple: he’s forty, I’m thirty-six, we’ve been together for years, and a while back we got into the open-relationship scene. We never went looking for it desperately. It was simply that, when the occasion came up, we didn’t let it pass us by.
The last time was in September. It was a perfect day, one of those when the sky doesn’t have a single cloud. A friend of ours who lives far away was visiting and had rented a yacht to spend the whole day sailing, stopping at beaches, and letting things happen. We arranged to meet at the marina early.
We arrived and I immediately realized we weren’t going to be alone. Coming with our friend and his girl was another, younger couple and, in addition, a single woman. It surprised me a little. I had imagined a quiet day, sunbathing and going topless without so many people around.
What really caught my attention was something else. Or rather, someone else.
The deckhand. A guy of about twenty-eight, tall, with an athletic build and brown skin. He moved around the yacht with a confidence that made me turn my head more than once. I didn’t take my eyes off him from the very first minute.
We went inside and introduced ourselves to everyone. Adrián, Marcos’s friend, was as polished as ever, and from the greeting on he started tossing compliments at me with that half-smile he uses. He’s the type who flirts for sport, though his girl wasn’t far behind: Camila, blonde, green eyes, twenty-seven years old, and a body that would stop traffic.
The other couple, Bruno and Sofía, was younger than us and you could tell they were experienced at this. They were loose, comfortable, like people repeating a plan they already know. And the single woman was Vanesa, an escort Adrián had brought along. I hope Marcos and Adrián haven’t schemed something together, I thought, unable to stop smiling.
***
The yacht set off and we headed for a cove near Lighthouse Island. The engine purred, the sea was flat, and the sun was starting to really warm things up. As soon as we cast off, we girls took off the tops of our bikinis and stretched out to sunbathe.
Vanesa had huge breasts, like a magazine cover. Camila had smaller ones but perfect, with nipples a pink that looked painted on. Sofía wasn’t lacking either. And I, with my ninety-five, had no reason to feel any less than any of them.
The best thing about my spot at the bow was the view. Right in front of me was Tomás, the deckhand. I knew he was looking at me. I could feel it. And that certainty, knowing that a stranger couldn’t take his eyes off my body, was making me wet without needing anything else.
We drank. We danced. At some point we kissed each other while the music kept playing, and our men kept drinking as if it had nothing to do with them. Or so they pretended.
When the yacht finally anchored, Adrián suggested a jet ski outing. He took Bruno, each of them grabbed one, and they headed for shore taking Camila and Sofía with them. On the yacht, it was just Marcos, Vanesa, and me.
We didn’t waste the moment.
***
Marcos pulled out a bottle of tequila and we set up a game of dares and punishments. In three rounds the two of us were already naked, laughing, kissing each other while we stroked him over his swim trunks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tomás. He was still up there, on the third level, enjoying the show without much attempt to hide it. Knowing that turned me on even more.
Things got out of hand fast. The three of us ended up on the sun deck, in full view of anyone on the upper deck, with the thrill of knowing we were being watched. Vanesa was an expert. She had Marcos in heaven, riding him slowly, while I sat on her mouth and her tongue drove me out of my mind. I came twice like that, holding onto the railing, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream.
After that we took turns. The two of us worked him over until Marcos finished, exhausted and happy, sprawled out on the towels.
I didn’t want to waste any time. I told him I was going inside to get something cold to drink, put on only the bikini bottoms, and went into the yacht.
And there he was.
Tomás was restocking the drinks in the coolers, his back to me, focused. I, still burning all over and aching with need, didn’t hesitate for a second. I walked up to him. He avoided my gaze but his eyes kept drifting back to my breasts over and over. The bulge in his shorts said it all.
I pressed myself to his ear.
—Take me to a cabin and make me yours right now —I whispered.
He looked for a moment through the glass, toward where Vanesa was already back to entertaining Marcos. And he made up his mind. He took my hand and led me to one of the forward cabins.
***
I never imagined that quiet guy would be so explosive. He yanked off my bikini in one pull, lifted me onto the low table, and lowered his head between my legs without asking permission. His tongue was a blessing. I’m multi-orgasmic, and even so, what he did to me there had me seeing stars.
When it was my turn, I took him with both hands. I put him in my mouth slowly, savoring him as if I never wanted it to end, while he tangled his fingers in my hair and hissed out his breath through his teeth.
Then he put me on all fours. He pressed my face into the pillow and slammed into me, harder and deeper each time. We stayed like that for a good while, without a break, until he pulled out suddenly and finished over my breasts.
Then he asked me for something that surprised me.
—Go out like that, don’t clean yourself up —he said, still breathless—. Make them lick you. I’m going to be watching from above.
And I, like the good submissive I was that day, obeyed him.
***
I went back up to the deck with my body still marked by him. I joined in the game with Vanesa and Marcos and made them lick me, run their mouths over my whole body. At one point Vanesa locked eyes with me, burst out laughing, and turned her head upward, looking for the owner of what she had just tasted. We both laughed without saying a word. She knew. I knew. And Tomás, from the third level, knew too.
A couple of hours later Adrián and Bruno came back with their girls. We all imagined what they’d been up to on shore, but nobody asked. Adrián kept insisting I go with him on the jet ski and that Bruno take Vanesa.
In the end Vanesa didn’t want to. I was already seated behind Adrián, in my bikini with my breasts out, while the engine carried us toward the deserted little beach.
***
We reached the sand and the two men got off the jet skis. Bruno had come in on the other one. Without a word, both took off their swim trunks. They were hard, ready, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Bruno’s was ideal for me, perfect in size and thickness. Adrián’s, on the other hand, was almost unreal. Too big. At first I refused, half joking, half serious, but they got pushy and threatened to leave me stranded on the island. They said it laughingly, though with an undercurrent of lust that finished turning me on.
So I grabbed them, one in each hand, and started taking turns with them in my mouth. I enjoyed myself for quite a while, though whenever Adrián tried to push all the way in, I gagged and had to stop him.
Then they asked me to ride Adrián while Bruno took my mouth. Two at once, just for me, on the warm sand with the sound of the sea in the background. The minutes went by and they did whatever they wanted with me. We tried every position. No opening was left unattended.
Bruno tried a couple of times to get in from behind. I only asked him to make me wetter, and he didn’t hesitate to do it until he got what he wanted. At first it hurt like hell, but as he moved with patience, that pain began to turn into a strange, delicious mix of pleasure.
A few minutes later they finished almost at the same time. Bruno from behind, Adrián over my breasts. My whole body hurt, my sex was on fire, and all I could dream of was a good bath. I never thought so much action could fit into a single day.
—I only ask for discretion —I said, picking up my bikini from the sand—. Although Marcos is going to find out anyway.
They nodded, still catching their breath.
***
When we got back to the yacht, I found Marcos naked on the sun deck and the three girls dancing around him, kissing him, stroking him amid laughter. The music was still playing and the sun was starting to set, tinting everything orange.
I didn’t think about it. I joined the dance, still vibrating all over, and every so often I looked up at my sailor. Tomás didn’t miss a chance to wink at me from his corner, complicit in a secret only the two of us knew fully.
It was a unique experience. The kind that doesn’t repeat itself the same way twice. And although we left there exhausted, with our bodies battered and our skin burned by the sun, we already knew we’d go looking for another one. Next time, though, a little softer.
