Chapter 1
In previous years the wives had tanned topless, however this year, Jackie felt odd, being the only wife there, so she left the top on. Manny and Trace were talking and drinking beer in the boat's cockpit. They had been friends for over fifteen years. They had been college roommates whose friendship had been furthered when they married girls that were also close friends.
Trace was especially watchful as his friend's wife undid her top to keep from getting tan lines on her back. Since Jackie was lying with her head toward the cockpit, he enjoyed talking to her because she had to raise her head slightly to answer and usually showed some cleavage. On one occasion, when she raised up a little higher than necessary, he thought he saw a nipple. Trace was already enjoying the trip.
It was early September. They were making their annual sail from North Carolina to the Bahamas, where they would leave the boat for the winter. Usually there were four of them, but this year, due to a work related issue, Trace's wife, Donna, was not able to go. The others thought they should reschedule the trip, however Donna wouldn't hear of it. Donna teasingly asked Jackie to watch out for Trace.
"Don't worry. I'll make sure he behaves," Jackie said.
The first day had been fairly quiet. They had spent the early morning provisioning and making last minute adjustments to the boat. They had left Beaufort about noon. It had been a beautiful, unseasonably warm day so Jackie had gotten on her bikini and laid on the deck, getting a little sun.
Around four, as the sun lost its tanning rays, Jackie retied her top and announced that she would start some dinner. Manny teased her, that being the only wife on board, she had to do all the wifely chores.
She teased him back by putting her arm around Trace and saying "Sounds good. I might enjoy a few of my duties."
Manny laughed and quickly responded, "I didn't mean that!"
Jackie and Trace chorused, "Damn, too bad!!"
They were all very fun loving. Even though each of the women had experienced a number of lovers before meeting their husbands, they were good and faithful wives. However, marriage had not stopped any of them from flirting. The two couples were so flirtatious with each other that someone who did not know them would have trouble determining who was married to whom.
The teasing and flirting was great fun but even though there had been lots of verbal banter, none of them had ever laid a hand on the other's spouse, not even a pat on the ass. Well except for that one silly night when they got in bed with each other's partners for about 60 seconds, but even that was fairly innocent.
The first evening on the boat was pretty quiet. They ate, had some wine and plenty of conversation. They arranged the watch times and Trace offered the bedroom to them as he was alone anyway. At about ten, Jackie and Manny turned in.
It had already been a long day and Jackie was taking the two AM watch. She got into her normal sleepwear, panties and camisole, while Manny wore his boxers. They cuddled a while, but were tired from all the running around of the previous days and drifted off to sleep.
Jackie woke about two AM and went up to the deck. The ocean breeze at night was a bit chilly so Jackie had put on a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt.
Trace thought, "It doesn't matter what she wears, she still looks sexy."
Jackie and Trace chatted a while as they drank the coffee she had made for them. The conversation was mostly about what she had to do while on watch, but she had a pretty good.kindly Hi waploaded story Home on zero eight one eight seven eight six six two six seven to join our story group. remembrance from previous years and knew what had to be done. They had already crossed the Gulf Stream and turned South, so it was really pretty simple. Trace told her that all she really had to do was to watch for other boats and maintain the heading. He went below to get some sleep in the bunk.
Four hours later, around six in the morning, as the sun was coming up; Manny relieved Jackie who went below for her turn at some sleep. There was no room in the V-berth to change clothes. Jackie stood in the main cabin where Trace was sleeping, and took off her pajama bottom and sweatshirt. Under the pajama bottom she had panties, but there was nothing under the sweatshirt. Trace had his back to her and did not stir. She pulled a camisole over her head and climbed into the V-berth. Trace had heard her. He could tell she was changing clothes. He wanted to turn and look, but even in the dimness of the early morning light, it would have been too obvious. All he could do was imagine.
The heat of the day was building in the cabin. Jackie and Trace both woke up around the same time, about ten AM. They chatted in the galley as Jackie made coffee and breakfast. She had thrown a light robe on over her camisole and panties. The robe was short and allowed quite a bit of leg to show, especially when she was sitting. The two of them joined Manny on deck for coffee and breakfast. They talked, but Trace had trouble paying attention to anything other than Jackie's legs. However, Trace did complain that he hadn't slept well on the hard bunk. Jackie suggested he take a nap in the V-berth later in the day.
Trace took the helm while Manny and Jackie sunned themselves on the deck. Trace watched Jackie in her bikini with the top untied and remembered the second day of last year's trip. The women were sunning themselves on the deck of the boat. They had gotten topless. He had gotten hard watching them then and he got hard now thinking about it.
There had been a lot of whispering between the two women. They had both been laying face down with their straps undone. But then they had turned over without bothering to retie the straps. He had been at the helm. Neither of them looked in his direction but they knew he was there.
