An Afternoon on His Boss's Boat

"This is a big deal, right?" Marie asked as they pulled into the marina parking lot. "I mean, an invite to spend the day fishing with your boss is a big deal, right?"

"Yes," Jordan answered. "I mean, I don't want to get my hopes up, but I'm pretty sure it's a big deal. I guess I could be wrong about that and he could have invited half of the prospective partners and I won't actually get to spend any time with him, but yeah, I think it's a big deal."

Jordan found a space, took a deep breath, and reached over to take his wife's hand. She smiled and they both leaned in to share a soft, quick kiss.

"You've got this," Marie said. "You deserve to be a partner, and if your boss can't see that then it's his loss."

"Thank you," he replied. "I love that you believe in me, Marie."

She caressed his face. "Of course I do. Now let's get on this boat."

They got out of the car and Jordan grabbed their bag from the trunk. It was a warm day, but Mr. Jacobs had told them to bring extra layers just in case it got chilly out on the lake. Jordan felt a little foolish in the moment as the sun was beating down and he was certain he'd be sweating in a swimsuit, a t-shirt and flip flops, but he grabbed the bag anyway.

"What's wrong?" Jordan asked as he noted an anxious look on his wife's face.

"Was a bikini the wrong choice?" she said. "Should I have worn something more conservative? Is the wife of a partner at a law firm expected to dress in a classier manner?"

Jordan couldn't actually answer her questions with any kind of confidence. He had no idea who else had been invited to go fishing with Mr. Jacobs. It could be that the rest of the partners and their spouses would be there. It could be that Mr. Jacobs' wife would be there. It could be that Marie would be the only woman in a bikini and - given that she looked exceptionally hot in a bikini - would immediately alienate all the other women.

Jordan wasn't going to voice any of those concerns, though. "You know what? You look amazing, Marie. You have a great body that you work hard to maintain and there's no reason you shouldn't show it off a little."

She smiled. "I do work hard."

Marie was at the gym six days a week and she almost always did extra ab work at home. In some ways, it was an understatement to say that she worked hard.

"You do," Jordan agreed. "And it's not like you're wearing one of those stripper bikinis that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. You're just wearing the sort of swimsuit any woman your age with your body would wear."

Her smile was decidedly flirty as she approached and gave Jordan a kiss on the cheek. "You think I'm hot, don't you?"

"You know I do," he answered. "You know there's almost nothing I'd enjoy more than fucking you in that bikini, because even though it's not scandalous you look really sexy."

Marie kissed him with just enough fervor to lure Jordan's cock into a semi-erect state. "I love you, Jordan."

He smiled. "I love you too."

Marie unzipped the bag he was holding and pulled out a semi-sheer cover up that she skillfully wrapped around her waist. It was supposed to make her choice of bikini look a little more modest, but to Jordan she looked even sexier. He wasn't going to say a word, though, as he loved that Marie was so confident in her body.

"Are we supposed to meet him at his boat?" she asked.

Jordan was about to pull out his phone in search of the information on the boat slip when he heard someone call out his name. He spun around to see a broad-shouldered man standing on the dock in a swimsuit, t-shirt, and flip flops. It took a moment for him to recognize Mr. Jacobs, as he'd never seen him in anything but an expensive suit.

"Mr. Jacobs, hey, how's it going?" Jordan asked as he took Marie's hand and approached his boss.

"It's going well, Jordan, but I'm going to have to ask that you call me Terry. Mr. Jacobs is fine for the office, but the whole point of this excursion is to relax," he said.

"Right, yes, of course, Terry. Do you remember my wife, Marie?" Jordan said.

Terry smiled at Marie and nodded. "Of course I do. In fact, I remember how hard you made my wife laugh at the Christmas party last year. She very nearly did a spit take on someone else's dress."

"That's right," Marie said as she shook Terry's hand. "Will your wife be joining us today?"

Terry shook his head. "No. She gets the most terrible motion sickness. So it's just the three of us today. Follow me."

Marie gave Jordan a knowing look, smiled, and squeezed his hand. He could practically see her bouncing with excitement. He felt it too. He was the only one at the firm who'd gotten an invite. It had to mean that he was being looked at for partner. He didn't believe for a second that the day was meant for relaxation, though. It was meant as a daylong interview, though of course Jordan had to seem as though he was relaxing.

"I've got fishing poles, bait, food, and plenty of drinks," Terry explained as he led them down the dock. "Marie, do you do any fishing?"

"I can't say that I do," she said. "No one in my family was ever into it so I never really got the chance. Some of Jordan's friends are into it, but none of their wives are so fishing has always been for the boys."

Terry looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Well then, you can learn to fish today. I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but my dad used to take me so I've been doing it for more than thirty years now."

They walked all the way to the end of the dock before Terry turned and gestured towards an elegant-looking, modestly-sized boat that looked utterly perfect for a day on the lake.

"Wow, it's beautiful," Marie said with a smile.

"Why thank you, Marie," Terry replied as just a hint of pride washed across his face. "It's really kind of humble, but this boat was the first thing I purchased when I became a partner at the firm and I can't bring myself to upgrade. I have done a little work on it to upgrade the quality of things here and there, but I honestly don't think I'll ever get rid of this boat."

He gestured for them to step on and Jordan did so as he felt a certain kind of admiration for his boss. Like anyone else, Terry had worked his way up from a first year associate to partner, but he hadn't stopped there. He'd worked hard enough - and with enough skill - to become the firm's managing partner a year ago and to do so at just 42 years old. Jordan had heard stories of how cutthroat Terry had been to achieve that milestone, but he found it hard to believe given that he always seemed so kind around the office.

"Have a seat and I'll get us out on the lake," Terry said as he approached the helm.

A moment later the engines roared to life. Jordan smiled at his wife and leaned in to give her a soft kiss as the boat backed away from the dock.

"Are you going to fish?" he asked.

She nodded. "Why not, right? We're here. It's a beautiful day. I have two men that know how to fish that can teach me. Of course I'm going to fish."

As soon as they were safely away from the dock, Terry pushed the boat forward at a more impressive pace and Jordan watched the scenery pass by. The area surrounding the lake was far more beautiful than he'd expected and it proved rather relaxing to simply sit and admire the view as Terry confidently piloted them to whatever fishing destination he'd picked out.

Eventually, the boat slowed and came to a stop before Terry dropped the anchor and turned towards them. "Who's ready to do some fishing?"

Marie excitedly raised her hand and Terry smiled gleefully, clapped his hands together, and headed below deck. He reappeared holding three fishing rods in one hand and a cooler in the other. Terry passed out the rods and opened the cooler to pull out a small plastic container filled with bait. Nightcrawlers, specifically.

"Okay, so, there's no question it's a little gross," Terry said as he popped the top on the plastic container and pulled out one of the worms. "But, the worm goes on the hook."

Marie looked a little grossed out as Terry hooked the worm, but she bent over and grabbed a nightcrawler out of the container before Jordan had a chance to. She hooked it quickly, too, and by the time she was done Marie had a delighted smile on her face.

"Very good," Terry said. "Now, casting is actually pretty simple."

He walked towards the stern and Marie followed as the worm slipped out of Jordan's hand and fell to the deck. He bent over to grab it and looked up to see his boss confidently teaching Marie how to cast. Terry demonstrated as she watched intently and then he stepped aside - giving her plenty of room - and gestured for Marie to give it a shot.

On her first attempt, nothing happened. Terry laughed and pointed out that Marie's placement of her fingers made it impossible for the line to release. On her second attempt the hook plopped into the water no more than six feet from the boat, eliciting a laugh from Terry.

He reeled his rod in, set it down, and then stepped behind Marie. "Let me show you," he said. Suddenly, his body was very nearly pressed against hers. His arms moved around her as he gripped both her hands, moved her fingers into place, and helped her cast. His body moved in time with hers and Jordan watched with a worm dangling in his hand and his mouth hanging open. There was no question in his mind that Terry was being inappropriate. It wasn't possible that he thought it was okay to touch Marie like that, to be so intimate with her.

"Look at that," Terry said as he and Marie both watched the hooked nightcrawler fly through the air and land in the water a few dozen yards from the boat.

Marie bounced joyfully and Terry's hands moved to her waist. Again Jordan was astounded, even more so when Terry gently pulled Marie's ass against his crotch.

"That was amazing, Marie," Terry said as he stepped back.

She looked over her shoulder, smiled at him, and replied, "Thanks for the help."

"Jordan, how's it going with that worm?" Terry asked before chuckling. "You need help?"

Jordan shook his head, grabbed the hook, and skewered the worm. Unfortunately, he managed to puncture his finger in the process. "Fuck!" he cried out. Jordan very nearly put his finger in his mouth to suck up the blood before realizing it was covered in worm guts.

"Oh, shit, Jordan, are you okay?" Marie asked.

He nodded. "Yeah. No, I'm fine. I just poked myself with the hook. Terry, would you happen to have any band aids?"

Terry approached with a serious look on his face - like he'd just transitioned into crisis mode - and Jordan suddenly felt as though he needed to downplay what had happened.

"Oh, no, just point me in the right direction. It's just a little cut. It's really nothing," he said.

Terry's face relaxed and he said, "Head down the stairs. The first upper cabinet on the left has a first aid kit in it. You can wash your finger in the sink and you'll find band aids, antibiotic ointment, all the good stuff."

Jordan nodded. "Okay. Great. I'll be right back."

He set his pole out of the way and headed below deck. The small galley area was lined with cabinets on both sides and had a sink, a two burner stovetop, and a tiny refrigerator that could probably fit a few freshly-caught fish to keep them cold. Jordan opened the first cabinet he saw and pulled out the red bag with a white cross on it. He rifled through it with one hand - keeping the cut finger elevated to prevent blood loss - and pulled out a band aid and a tube of antibiotic ointment.

Jordan washed his hands as thoroughly as he'd ever done, using plenty of soap and making sure to clean up every drop of blood and every little trace of worm guts. He dried his finger with a paper towel, opened a band aid, applied a dab of ointment, and bandaged himself up.

When he was finished, Jordan rested his hands on the counter, took a deep breath to try and wash away the sense of irritation he'd felt at watching his boss get far too grabby with his wife, and then cleaned up and resolved to get in some fishing and relaxation.

Jordan opened the door, ducked his head to step through, and stopped in his tracks as he looked up to see Marie and Terry standing side by side as they fished off the boat's stern.

It wasn't the fact that they were standing side by side that halted Jordan's progress, though. It was the fact that Terry's hand was on Marie's ass. Her cover up was on the deck and Terry was openly running his fingers over her ass and grabbing a handful of it at seemingly random intervals.

Though Jordan couldn't see Marie's face, there was nothing in her body language that denoted a sense of discomfort or fear. If anything, she was leaning towards Terry. Jordan found it utterly confusing. Was Marie simply able to control herself and not make a scene on a boat in the middle of a lake, or was she actually not bothered by the fact that Jordan's boss was groping her ass and doing so without even a hint of subtlety.

Just as he was about to rush on deck and put an end to Terry's inappropriate behavior, Marie looked up at him, smiled, and said, "That feels good."

Jordan experienced a tightness in his chest as it felt like his whole world had come unglued in an instant. Why would his wife say something like that? Was she lying? If she was, why would she lie? Her smile seemed genuine. Her voice sounded genuine.

"Yeah?" Terry asked.

Marie nodded. "It felt good when you showed me how to cast, too. It felt really good when you pulled my hips towards you, when I felt...when I felt your desire."

Jordan's heart pounded and he heard a slight ringing in his ears. Nothing made sense. Nothing at all. Why was Marie doing this to him? Why was Terry doing this to him?

"I want you to feel my desire," Marie said.

Terry smiled and set his fishing pole down. Marie turned to him, giving Jordan a perfect view of his boss slipping a hand into his wife's bikini bottoms. Marie pressed her hips forward and her lips parted to unleash a soft moan as she closed her eyes.

"Can you feel that?" she asked.

"I can," Terry replied. "Is it for me?"

Marie looked up at him, bit her lower lip, and nodded. Then her hand slowly moved towards Terry's crotch. Her fingers encircled a bulge in his swimsuit and she stroked it slowly. "Is this for me?" she asked.

"If you want it," Terry answered.

Marie moaned again, though this time it was louder. She gently tugged on the string of Terry's swimsuit, untying it slowly as he held his gaze. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and pushed down, exposing his pubic hair and an inch of his shaft before stopping.

Marie turned and looked at Jordan. She smiled and lowered Terry's swimsuit the rest of the way, exposing his stiff cock before wrapping her delicate fingers around it.

"Come here," she said.

Jordan was frozen in place.

"It's okay," she said. "You can come closer, baby. You don't have to be scared. This is a good thing, and I think you'll find that it excites you."

She glanced at his crotch and Jordan looked down. He was hard. He'd gotten hard and he hadn't even noticed. It didn't make any sense. Why would he get hard watching his boss finger his wife's pussy? Why would that turn him on?

"Come closer," Marie said.

Jordan found the strength to move. He stepped on deck and approached his wife, who was now stroking Terry's cock vigorously.

"There's a reason you didn't stop him when he was showing me how to cast, baby," Marie continued. "There's a reason you didn't move when you saw him pull my hips back. There's a reason you panicked and pricked your finger with the hook when you knew your boss was pressing his cock into my ass."

Jordan shook his head. She wasn't right. She couldn't be right. He wasn't the kind of man that was excited by what was unfolding on the boat.

"I want him," she said. "I've actually wanted him since the Christmas party. I never considered doing anything about it, of course - I'm not that kind of wife - but then you didn't do anything when he touched me like he did. You were just a few feet away while your boss made it perfectly clear he wanted me and you didn't do anything because it excites you, because you want this to happen as much as I do."

"No," he said.

Marie smiled, stepped away from Terry, and moved towards Jordan. She lowered her bikini bottoms, grabbed his hand, and placed his fingers against her pussy. They slipped inside her in an instant and her smile deepened.

"You can feel it, can't you?" she asked.

He nodded.

Marie stroked Jordan through his swimsuit like she'd done for Terry. "I can feel it too, which is why I'm going to let Terry have me, and I'm going to enjoy every second of it. I think you're going to enjoy it, too, but Terry tells me there's plenty of space to wait below deck if you're not interested in watching."

She turned and walked back to Terry. She removed her bikini top, leaving her naked. She took Terry's shirt off, pressed her body against his, and kissed him. She did so with passion, too. Her mouth opened and her tongue danced with his in a manner clearly designed to inspire arousal.

Terry's strong hands found her ass and squeezed it aggressively. She moaned into his mouth and reached down to stroke his cock, which was long and fairly thick and featured an impressively plump mushroom head.

Marie kissed Terry's neck and her lips worked their way to his chest. She slowly dropped to the deck, kissing her way down his stomach as she did.

"Don't," Jordan said as he watched his wife look up at another man while stroking his cock. "Please, Marie, don't."

She looked at him, looked at the bulge that remained in his swimsuit, and then turned back to Terry and took his cock in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Terry replied as he reached down to run his hand through Marie's soft blonde hair. "That feels so fucking good. I've been dreaming about this. You weren't the only one to feel something at the Christmas party. There's just something about you, Marie. Something irresistible. And fuck are you good with your mouth."

She swallowed half his cock, pulled back slowly until it popped free from her mouth, and said, "Just wait until you feel my pussy."

A moment later he was in her mouth once more. She sucked slowly and seductively, working his dick like she was making love to it. She stroked, she kissed and licked the head, and she even took time to give his balls a little love.

"Please," Jordan said.

Neither of them looked his way. It was like he wasn't even there. Or, it was simply that his protests were unconvincing.

After a lengthy blowjob, Marie stood and directed Terry to sit on the padded bench running along the stern. As soon as he did so, she straddled him and leaned closer so he could shower her tits in oral affection. Marie moaned as Terry kissed and licked and sucked on her perky breasts. She teased his cock with her pussy, too, rubbing her plump, wet lips over the spit-soaked head and taking a fraction of an inch inside her every now and then, eliciting a moan from the man working her breasts just like she'd worked his dick.

"I want you to masturbate as you watch," Marie said as she looked over her shoulder. "I know you want to, Jordan, and there's no reason to deny yourself what you want." Marie reached down to guide Terry's cock into her pussy as she held Jordan's gaze and then added, "I'm certainly not denying myself what I want. Not anymore."

She turned her attention back to Terry, kissed him, and began to slowly ride his cock. Jordan stood there and watched his wife's pussy rise up and down on another man's dick. He watched Terry enjoy the pussy that had exclusively been Jordan's for the past decade.

Jordan's hand moved to his crotch. He grabbed his cock through his swimsuit and stroked it. The pleasure was astounding. It was heavenly. It was as if his dick had suddenly become twice as sensitive. It was painful, though. It shouldn't have felt good. Not in any way. It was terrible that it felt so good, and yet Jordan found himself untying his swimsuit and letting it fall to his ankles.

He took his cock in his hand. It felt harder than it ever had. The head was already soaked with precum and the rest of the shaft soon joined it as he slowly masturbated.

"Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me," Marie said.

"You were right about your pussy," Terry replied. "Fuck, Marie, it's incredible. You're fucking incredible."

She kissed him and bounced harder and faster on his cock. He wrapped his strong arms around her and Jordan couldn't help but note that their bodies seemed to meld into one as they pursued their pleasure while he watched.

The longer they fucked, the more furiously passionate it became. They kissed with ravenous energy and Terry grabbed Marie's ass to help her bounce a little harder and faster on his dick. It was not the kind of sex that would last long. It was a furious pursuit of an orgasm they'd both apparently been fantasizing about for the past eight months. It was sex that would end quickly and loudly, which was just fine because Jordan had no chance of holding off on cumming.

"Terry...fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she said. "I'm close...I'm close...fuck, I'm close!"

They kissed for a few seconds more before Marie threw her head back and cried out. She screamed loud enough that someone else on the lake must have heard. It sent Jordan over the top and his knees nearly buckled from the pleasure of his climax. He spurted cum all over the deck, leaving it in streaks right as Terry pulled Marie down onto his cock and unloaded inside her.

Jordan watched his boss's balls pulse and jump in their sack as he released his seed in Marie's pussy. To Jordan's dismay, it made the latter half of his climax even more potent. So much so that his knees actually buckled and he dropped down onto the deck. He fell forward and rested on his hands and knees for a moment as a series of intense shockwaves of post-orgasmic pleasure emanated from between his legs.

After a few seconds, Jordan sat back on his knees and looked up to see Terry's cum slowly leaking out of Marie's pussy as they kissed. The thick white cream dripped towards the base of his shaft and over his hairy balls. It struck Jordan as the clearest sign imaginable that another man had just fucked his wife.

"That was incredible," Marie said softly. "It was everything I hoped it would be."

"Agreed," Terry replied. They kissed again before he said, "I hope it's not the last time we get to do that."

She sat back, rocked her hips a little to tease his cock while it was still buried inside her, and said, "Not if I have any say in it. A girl doesn't turn down the chance for more orgasms like that one I just had, after all."

She looked over her shoulder, saw Jordan on his knees with a softening cock between his legs and streaks of cum on the deck in front of him, and smiled before looking back at Terry.

"Plus, I think Jordan liked watching so I don't think he'd put up a fight if his boss started having an affair with his wife," she added.

Jordan was horrified at the notion, but only because Marie was right. He wasn't supposed to like the notion, though. He was supposed to hate it. He didn't, though. He'd cum incredibly hard and he already found himself wanting more.

It seemed like that was exactly what he was going to get.