All Secure - a genuinely true story of last summer in Southern England(Current Rating 76/100, based on 24 votes)
The days sailing had been so relaxing – a warm sunny day, a gentle breeze, calm sea and just the two of us enjoying the isolation of the open water and a slightly alcoholic picnic lunch
The 24ft. yacht belonged to her Father and while we “house sat” for her parents during their holiday, we had been given permission to use it.
My wife was a competent sailor and knew the local waters well. I was a deep sea Captain who just enjoyed boats and was happy to be her crew for the day.
I stood on the foredeck preparing the mooring as we entered the narrow channel to the harbour. Looking aft I saw her sitting in her red shorts and “one-size-too-small” top, smiling as she steered confidently with the auxiliary motor throbbing beneath her. Seeing my gaze, she pursed her lips in an exaggerated kiss and thrust out her ample breasts provocatively. I responded with a very crude nautical gesture and laughed. We had been together for two years and knew everything about the each other, had shared everything and experimented in just about every way of expressing our deep sensual love.
She called me and suggested I was better at manoeuvring to the mooring buoy. I walked aft and gave her a kiss before taking the helm, allowing her to go forward and hook the buoy with the boathook. Once this was done, we secured the mooring chain together and started to tidy the boat before going ashore in the dinghy.
She went forward in the cabin and opened the fore hatch to take down the spare ropes on deck and from the small saloon I could see her tanned legs and pert bottom as she stood on the side bench and reached out to retrieve anything that might be tempting to any thieves that patrolled the harbour.
I walked forward and ran my hands up her thighs, drawing a muffled “Off the body” from her unseen mouth. My hands slid further to the curve of her bottom and I prompted her to turn round so that her hips were facing me. With a deft tweak of the fingers I undid the single button of her shorts and unzipped them, revealing the high-cut white cotton panties. Quickly I pulled them to her ankles.
A soft voice spoke to me from the deck above, “Hey, this isn’t the most romantic position for a girl to be in” she commented as I grasped both her cheeks and buried my head in the shaven mound before me. She was wet in seconds, the soft lips of her cunt glistening with the juices she always produced in abundance. My tongue snaked out and probed the fleshy lips, with the result that she moved to part her legs & step out of her panties & shorts - confirming that she accepted this unexpected seduction.
I let one hand stroke the crease between her cheeks, allowing a single finger to tantalise the tight ring of her anus.
“You’re a wicked old sailor” came the soft comment from on deck, “I can feel you’re turning me on like a tap”
I paused to reply, licking my lips to taste the so familiar sweet nectar, “I know, you’re flowing like a river in flood. Just stay there and enjoy”
“I will, I am,” she breathed, her hips gently thrusting towards me, “But there’s another boat heading for the next mooring and I don’t know what they’ll think”
“Just keep a straight face and think of England” I teased as I redoubled my caresses.
I sensed her body move as she gave the other crew a cheery wave that must have been quite an effort for her, the flowing liquid being a sure sign of her high arousal.
I just heard her gasping whisper, “I’m going to cum, darling, any minute”
I didn’t reply because my tongue was deep inside her engorged lips at the time, probing, sucking and licking her erect clitoris.
She came with a rush, her vagina convulsing violently as she climaxed & needed my strong hands on her bottom to stop her collapsing down through the hatch. I held her for a minute before I helped her down gently and kissed her passionately, seeing the bright red spots on her cheeks that always gave her away – apart from the wickedly sensual sparkle in her eyes.
“That was different” she exclaimed with a grin.
“But rather necessary, by the feel of you – and the short time you took”
We held each other close but she pulled back with an accusing expression, “You’re as hard as iron somewhere down there” she commented with a grin, “And sticking into me”
“It happens,” I said casually as we moved arm in arm back to the saloon, where I sat her down on the settee.
“Mustn’t mark Father’s cushions,” she said with her usual practical commonsense, and I reached for her panties that she spread beneath her bottom.
I had propped myself against the saloon table in front of her and with her eyes fixed firmly on mine she reached out and slowly undid my shorts, easing them and my jockey pants down to my knees.
“May I repay the complement, Sir?” she enquired softly, licking her lips as her hand grasped my rigid erection.
“It would certainly be a lot comfier” I admitted as she wiped with one finger the gathering drip of pre-cum on the circumcised tip and put it in her mouth with a wicked grin.
She leant forward and opened her mouth to take me – something she had done so often and something I found phenomenally sexy. She reached out both hands to take mine and pulled herself closer as her lips closed over my throbbing prick. She started to suck me expertly, her tongue caressing me, and looking up into my eyes as she performed this most intimate of wifely pleasures.
This was the advantage of oral sex with someone who knew exactly what they were doing – the first time having been over three years ago when she had tried it very gingerly and decided that swallowing made a rather exciting conclusion.
After the intimate way I had brought her to climax only minutes earlier, I was quickly aroused and aching for release.
She paused to draw breath and gripped my hands tightly, “I love you, you know” she said in a quiet voice, “And this is turning me on again” she added.
I responded by squeezing her fingers as she returned to her task, sensing that the inevitable end was in sight.
I felt myself swell even larger as the pressure to cum increased and then it was too late to stop – even if we had wanted to. With an ecstatic groan I felt my thigh muscles contract as the first spasm was triggered and she took me deep into her mouth to avoid losing any of the copious jets of semen that spurted from me.
When I stopped shuddering she drew back, her eyes wide & her lips clenched together with her cheeks bulging from the quantity I had given her. With a wan smile on her face I watched her swallow and lick her lips. Then she leant forward again to lick the final dribble of cum from my tip.
“You were ever so full today” she commented, “Must be the sea air”
“It’s just being totally relaxed and with the sexiest woman I could ever want”
“Stop it, or I shall want you again” she half-gasped, hugging me to her & oblivious that my prick was probably still leaking into her tousled hair.
“Who’s going to have the strength to row ashore?” she chuckled.
“Oh, I can probably manage that” I assured her as we made ourselves presentable.
We made the Yacht Club pontoon safely and dragged the dinghy up the ramp.
The drive home took all of ten minutes and after a welcome shower we lay on the bed and snoozed for an hour before thinking of dinner. When we woke, it was mutually agreed that underwear was superfluous and with my wife dressed in a loose blouse and short summer skirt, I wore only a T-shirt and the Malaysian lunghi I had always used in the tropics.
The evening was one of the most romantic we had enjoyed because our antics on board had removed any frantic sexual urgency. After dinner & a bottle of wine, the intimacy we enjoyed lying naked on cushions on the sitting room floor, was beautifully slow & extremely passionate, culminating in unbelievably explosive & noisy simultaneous orgasms that ensured we slept like logs until the next morning. |
