Yesterday was my husband and I’s anniversary, and we planned a day out on our boat at the lake. Things took a spicy turn when his friend Jake showed up just as we were about to head out. Seeing Jake step out of his truck sent a tingle through me, flashing back to the last time we saw him—when he absolutely railed me in our guest room while my husband listened helplessly outside the door. I nudged my husband and whispered we should invite Jake along, my mind already racing with naughty possibilities. Lucky for me, Jake had the day off and was just stopping by to hang. When my husband suggested the lake, Jake was all in, though he mentioned he didn’t have swim trunks. With a smirk, I told him not to worry—we weren’t planning on keeping much on once we hit the water. He grinned, no complaints. We grabbed some beer and snacks from the store and headed out.
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At the lake, we launched the boat and cruised to a secluded cove. Jake couldn’t stop staring at my outfit: a barely-there black micro bikini that made my curves pop, paired with tight cutoff shorts and a sheer cover-up. He kept saying how hot I looked, his eyes glued to me. Once we anchored, I slipped off my shorts and top, and Jake’s jaw practically hit the deck. My husband dove into the water, leaving Jake to close the distance, his hands roaming my body, making my skin buzz with excitement. We started making out, his fingers slipping under my bikini top. My husband climbed back aboard just in time to catch Jake playing with my DDs, our tongues tangled. He grabbed a beer, sat back, and watched, his eyes locked on us.
Jake’s lips moved to my neck, then my chest, teasing my nipples with his tongue while his hand slid between my thighs. He growled about how wet I was, and I was practically dripping for him. After a few minutes of his fingers working magic, I sauntered over to my husband, straddled him, and kissed him hard, feeling his erection straining under me. Just to keep things hot, I dove into the lake to cool off.
We spent hours swimming and drinking, Jake carrying me in the water while his hands explored my body, my husband watching as I stroked Jake under the surface. Things were getting intense, so we decided to head back to the marina, eager to take this party home after a shower.
In the truck, I sat between them. Before checking the boat straps, my husband pulled my top down, and both he and Jake went to town on my nipples, their hands rubbing me through my shorts. I was soaked by the time we hit the road, and they kept it up at every stoplight, driving me wild.
Back home, my husband hit the shower while I showed Jake the guest bathroom, planning to wait my turn. But Jake had other ideas. He pulled me into the shower with him, ripping off my bikini as we made out under the hot water. His hard cock pressed against me as he soaped up my body, my hands stroking him in return. We rinsed off, and I dragged him to the living room, pushing him onto the couch and dropping to my knees. I worshipped his cock and balls for a good 20 minutes, making a mess as my husband walked out, fresh from his shower, and sat down to watch. I locked eyes with Jake, taking him deep, his size filling my throat as I played with him, driving him wild.
Jake pulled me off, a string of drool connecting us, and flipped me around, burying his face in me from behind. He teased me mercilessly, stopping every time I got close, leaving me begging. Finally, he plunged into me, and I came instantly, his deep thrusts making our bodies slap together so loudly it drowned out the music. My husband sat stroking himself, completely forgotten in the heat of it.
After a while, Jake sat next to my husband and pulled me onto his lap. I lined him up and sank down, riding him hard, my ass bouncing as we kissed and he played with my chest. I switched to squatting, slamming down on him, juices dripping everywhere. Jake flipped me onto my back, my head in my husband’s lap, and fucked me missionary, my legs on his shoulders as he pounded me. My husband pinched my nipples, his hard-on pressing against my head. I leaned into his ear and whispered that Jake owned me now, that he’d never fuck me like Jake could, and that he’d only get to touch me if Jake allowed it. He nearly lost it right there.
When Jake said he was close, I pushed back against him, and he unloaded deep inside me, cum spilling out onto the couch. He stepped away, and I stayed on my husband’s lap, stroking him through his pants, telling him how much better Jake was, how I was Jake’s now, and how he’d have to beg for scraps. He was desperate, pleading for sloppy seconds, but I shut him down while Jake was still there. I dragged Jake back to the shower, locked the door, and let him take me again, making my husband listen as I moaned through another round.
After Jake left, my husband slid into me, still dripping from Jake, and came in seconds. What a day.
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