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It was another spectacular day for a sail on our boat. The wind was light, but that was fine as my wife and I had a couple of guests on board who didn’t really have any sailing experience. The water was smooth with hardly a noticeable wave. I figured we could motor sail out a ways and then slowly sail around taking it easy. Onboard with us that day were two women friends of ours. Both were single; one divorced for a number of years now. While good friends, they were closer to each other than to us, mostly because they were single, I think. Anyway, they’d never been out on our sailboat before, though we’d talked about it for years. So we were all happy it was finally happening. I like taking non-sailors out sailing because they have such a romantic, carefree image of sailing. It reminds me why I love sailing so much and helps me through the many less glamorous days of tedious maintenance that all boats seem to require. Everyone was excited and had planned and joked around about what they’d wear for their day of “yachting.” We would talk in exaggerated British or New England accents, and, of course, there were a few references to Mr. and Mrs. Howell. But let’s be clear, while technically a ‘yacht,’ my boat is quite modest: an older boat that cost less than some people’s cars. Still, the ladies looked great in their hats and sunglasses. My wife was wearing cargo shorts, a nautical striped shirt and a cap. Our friend J. wore dark blue shorts and an airy white cotton blouse with a sailboat block-print design, and drawstring dangling from the collar. I could see that she wore a bikini top under it. She had her reddish brown hair braided from the sides and pulled back into a bun with a cute strand of hair hanging across her cheek. Our other friend, S., wore a yellow sleeveless top with a deep v-neck and striped shorts. Her long blonde hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail. Both of them had large, straw, sun hats that I worried would be lost in a breeze. This was my best crew ever.We had the boat ready to cast off, so not long after J. and S. arrived, we were heading out of the harbor into open water. The conditions were ideal for first-time passengers, who were more interested in the leisurely aspects of sailing. The girls were loving it. The sky and water were a deep blue. Because it was a Friday afternoon – we’d all left work early to make this happen – there was hardly another boat to be seen. “It’s like you have a private boat and a private ocean too,” marveled J. “We’ll kill the motor once we get out a ways. We won’t really be sailing too fast, but it’ll be perfect for having some wine spritzers and just relaxing,” my wife said. “I can finally work on my tan,” said the fair skinned S. “Absolutely,” chimed in J. “M. and I are out here a lot, but obviously our tans are less than ideal. We just seem to burn or get farmer’s tans,” said my wife. Looking towards the receding skyline of the town, J. said, “Well, you need to be careful, but I feel a little sun is good for you. We need the vitamin D after that horrid winter. And way out here, you shouldn’t have to end up with a farmers tan!” Once the engine was off, I went down below to switch over the batteries. J. followed me down to stash her hat before she lost it overboard. I asked her if she wanted to hook up her iPhone to the stereo and play some music. While she sifted through her music, she said, “I really feel like we’ve ditched school! I mean, there’s no one out here, and you just know people are working away in those office buildings daydreaming about being on that little boat they see out the window!” “I know, that used to be me,” I said. “Must be great. You must be on the boat all summer. Well, at least if it’s not storming.” “We come down to the boat sometimes even if it’s raining. It’s kind of like our cabin.” “So as far as sunbathing goes, do you guys really keep covered up out here?” “Well, K. does for the most part, but I think it’s in part that when it’s Escort Gölbaşı just us, we have to work the boat,” I said even though the truth is my wife doesn’t seem to be into being naked on the boat. “But I’ve been known to ‘get uncovered’ especially if the weather’s so nice,” I added. I liked where this seemed to be heading. “Now that we’re out here, feel free to go as you want. It’s not that K. is going to mind.” I wasn’t actually one hundred percent sure about that last bit. Back on deck, the girls were talking and laughing. J. had removed her white cover-up blouse and was sporting a sexy triangle bikini top that revealed the sides of her breasts especially from my vantage point sitting at the helm. I’d chime in from time to time but was mostly keeping an eye on the boat and wondering what J. would decide to do. “Well, I think it’s time for some drinks. We have white wine and soda water which I love when it’s hot like this,” my wife said. Everyone agreed. The cold drinks were refreshing and crisp. “Now we’re getting serious about this yachting stuff,” said J. “As far as I can tell, we may as well be in the Riviera.” “The Midwest probably hasn’t been lumped into that category before,” laughed S. “Are you going to complete the European experience and go topless?” S. dared J. “Well, I don’t want to impose European values on K. and M.’s boat,” she joked. I glanced over at my wife to see what her reaction would be. I had no idea. I figured she wouldn’t want to seem prudish, but perhaps it would be awkward for her, at least with me there. She laughed and said, “He’s the skipper.” So she dodged the question, and now it was in my court. I decided that even if I said ‘yes,’ it wouldn’t be a convincing answer. It seemed silly. I’d lived in Europe for a bit in college, and all of us loved traveling there, so I assumed everyone had ‘worldly’ views. “My responsibilities are for the safety of the crew and the ship. I’ll let you know if I think anything is jeopardizing our safety.” S. spoke next. “Well, J. at least you have your sexy, new, one hundred and fifty dollar Italian bikini to sun in. I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” “So you want me to go topless so you can wear my Italian top?” laughed J. along with all of us. J. set her drink on the bench and leaning forward, reached behind her head and pulled the strings of her top. The triangles fell and dangled under her tits, while she untied the other string. She tossed the bikini to S. “Viva la revolution,” said J. shaking her boobs back and forth. They were gorgeous; firm and well separated with large nipples, which were hard in the breeze. She picked up her drink and leaned back with her elbows on the top of the cockpit wearing only her little black shorts and a couple of bracelets. She was stunning. “Well, are you going to change into the Italian top? ‘Cause I like it,” said my wife to S. “You-a like-a?” she laughed and handed it over to my wife who was standing in the companionway that leads below. “I am going to try it,” my wife said after looking it over, “but it’s a bit small.” “M. won’t mind,” S. said. “No, he won’t,” I said. I was a little surprised, but my wife turned and went forward to the v-berth to change into J.’s bikini. Meanwhile, S. sat up and pulled her yellow top off and carefully folded it up. She was wearing a lacy, white bra that was semi-sheer over her breasts. Reaching behind her back, she unclipped it and shook it off. She folded the bra on top of the folded shirt. She put her hat back on and looked fantastic sitting there in her striped shorts and her perky tits exposed. She got up and leaned down the companionway and gently dropped her clothes down into the cabin. She turned around facing aft, and me at the helm. She took a big sip of her drink and stood there scanning the horizon. “I’m going to give it all for the cause.” S. declared. “I assure you, skipper, it’s perfectly safe.” She unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop. Keçiören escort She flicked her foot and the caught them in mid-air and tossed them unceremoniously down the hatch. Her panties matched her bra. She took her seat and stretched her legs out towards the opposing bench that J. sat on. At about that time I could see my wife was coming back from the forward cabin. She was wearing her sports bra, not J.’s bikini, much to my dismay. At this point, though, it’d be hard to say I was disappointed at the way the sail was going over all. She started up the steps saying, “It’s a cute bikini but my boobs are just too big — S.!! Wow, I leave you two up here with my husband for a minute, and you’re almost naked!” Fortunately, she was laughing as she said this, and we all joined in. “Yes, the crew has mutinied and imposed general nakedness,” J. said. “I’m not naked! said S. putting her hands on her hips and stretching straight in her seat. “With those panties, you might as well be,” accused J. “Then they’re off!” exclaimed S., and in one movement she brought her knees up towards her chest and swooped off her panties. She had a nice trim bush and noticeable tan lines. Continuing her abrupt and strict sounding act, she whipped her panties aiming toward K. in the companionway. “Down the hatch with these!” Instead, the delicate scrap of fabric caught the breeze and blew off to the side of the boat. S. screeched. They snagged on the lifelines. With a chorus of laughs and shrieks from the rest of us, S. turned over and lunged to grab them with an outstretched arm. The view from my place at the helm was of her bent over, baring her rear and pussy right at me. She wasn’t fast enough, and they went overboard. “Panties – Overboard!” my wife cried out, mimicking the call for a more serious emergency of a crew overboard. K. reached to the cabin top to grab the boat hook, while I put the helm over to try to circle around the slowly sinking undergarment. J. had sprung over to see. My wife, standing on the side deck, tried to reach out and hook the panties, but they were just out of reach and slipped into the darkness of the water. Everyone was laughing too hard to say anything. The whole time I had an eye full, not just of their boobs hanging down as they leaned over the side deck from the cockpit, but mostly of S.’s pussy. She was shaved around her labia which protruded and spread out. Through laughter, J. finally said, “I suppose you want my expensive Italian bottoms now too!” Well, when we go out for dinner tonight, I’ll take you up on that!” S. replied while everyone got back into their seats. “S., I’m sorry for the loss of your personal property, very personal property, but as skipper, I’m glad that the crew and boat are safe. You may want to take more care when tossing things around on deck,” I admonished. “That’s right S.” started J. “Safety first. Observe.” J. set her drink down and then unbuttoned her shorts; slid them off in the same manner S. had. She then folded them next to her, apparently mocking S.’s careful actions from earlier. “Now, pay attention here. This is where you messed up,” J. said in a fake English accent. J. put her thumbs in her bottoms and slid them off and carefully folded them on top of the shorts. She picked them up and handed them to my wife. “Thank you K., and could you pour me more wine after you stow those below?” J. sat there, knees together, and finished off her drink. My wife tossed the clothes down by S.’s shorts in the cabin. She reached over for the wine, and while she was pouring it, J. continued in her forced accent, “Also K., You’re attire is entirely inappropriate for the occasion. Please, see that you correct that.” “Well I’m not sure I have anything as formal as you two, but I’ll see what I have.” So I’m standing at the helm of my boat, looking at my wife flanked on both sides by two nude women. I’m loving it and wondering what K. is going to do. She Kızılay escort bayan stepped down into the fore-cabin. She rummaged through her bags. She pulled out something, and then I could see her large breasts drop out of her sports bra as she pulled it off over her head. Awesome. She took off her cargo shorts and panties. For a moment, seen only by me, she was nude. Then she slipped on some yellow swim bottoms. She grabbed a bottle of sunscreen lotion on her way back up to the cockpit and sat next to S. “I hope we have enough of this, cause we have a lot of skin to cover!” she said. The next couple minutes were straight out of a softcore movie. I watched on as my topless wife and our two completely naked friends rubbed their bodies with sunscreen. They each pushed their tits around as they did so. J. was now sitting on top of the back of the bench with her feet on the seat. As she applied the lotion to her thighs, she spread her legs and at rubbed the lotion on her mound and around her pussy. Then with her other hand, she wiped up a bit of the excess off her labia, and she snuck in a few quick finger strokes of her clit. She then asked S. to do her back. She stood up with her back to S. and faced toward me as S. started to rub her back. J’s boobs swayed and bounced as she did so. They switched around, and my wife squeezed passed J. and over to me to do her back. I made sure to get the sides of her tits. “Are you sure you got everywhere?” I said running my palms up under her big tits. “Hey now, just the back!” she said. To my defense, S. said, “Poor M., this must be every guy’s dream, but he has all these skipper responsibilities!” Perhaps remembering our conversation from before, J. said: “Well don’t let us passengers prevent you from enjoying your day on the water.” “I’m very much enjoying my day on the water, but I don’t want the captain’s wife to feel awkward. As I understand it, it’s often a faux pas to have one’s husband naked at a party.” When J’s music playlist ended, I clicked on the autopilot and went below to put on some more music. I heard the girls moving to the foredeck up above. My wife, however, came down into the cabin. “Are you going to get naked?” The tone of her voice suggest perhaps she was hoping I wouldn’t. “Well, everyone else is, and I do like sailing naked,” I offered. “I’m only half naked.” “You are right now,” I joked and got a nudge in the arm for it. “Are you unhappy with all this?” I asked. “No, but I wasn’t expecting it, that’s for sure.” “Me neither, but I am enjoying seeing your breasts,” I said while receiving another nudge. “And J’s breasts and S’s, no doubt,” she tacked on. “If you really don’t want me to, I won’t. They’re laying out at the bow now, and I’ll hang out at the helm.“ “Naked?” “Maybe. Yeah, probably, yes.” “What if you come to attention?” “Well, I don’t think it’ll happen, and I’ll sit on a towel at the helm.” “You look hot,” I added and kissed her. She went back on deck and towards the bow. My heart was racing. Normally, it’s a bit of an event if I decided to go naked when it’s just my wife on the boat. Now not only was she hanging out topless for pretty much the first time, but our two friends were onboard and completely naked. I’d never been nude in front of a group that included my wife. With a pounding in my chest, I decided to go for it. I kicked off my sandals, dropped my shorts and took off my shirt. Despite all that had happened, I was pretty limp. I started the music playing again and stepped back up into the cockpit. On deck, it felt cool and hot at the same time which is something I like about being naked on a boat. I sat down on the top of the starboard bench top. The girls were up near the bow on the port side sitting on the cabin top, except for J. who was standing and hanging onto the side stays. I leaned over and picked up the bottle of sunscreen and started putting it on myself. I noticed that J. had caught sight of me sitting there nude, but we didn’t make eye contact. I kept putting on the lotion. I worked up my thighs and caught another glimpse of J. looking over towards me. I added more sunscreen to my hand, spread my knees out and rubbed the lotion onto my balls. My cock lengthened and got heavier as I did this, but not completely erect.
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