Page 193 of Better When Shared
“Touching my wife,” I murmured against her ear, surprising myself with my boldness. “Shall I stop?”
“I suppose you can have your fun, as long as we’re alone.”
Makai watched us from the helm, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. “There’s no one around for miles,” he said. “Just us and the sea.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I slid my hands beneath the straps of Imogen’s dress, pushing them off her shoulders until the fabric bunched at her waist. She made no move to stop me, her breath coming faster as I exposed her breasts to Makai’s view.
“Would you like a taste?” I asked, squeezing her tits like an offering.
“Always,” Makai said, adjusting our course before nodding to me to take the wheel. I gently set Imogen on the seat, and she leaned back, arching her back like an offering. “My little slut,” I said, grinning. “And he means that in the best possible way.” Makai moved out of my way. “Hold that heading.”
I took the helm, keeping us steady as Makai dropped to his knees before Imogen. He pushed her dress up her thighs, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. The way her legs fell open, exposing her pink, swollen pussy, made me instantly hard.
“Fuck,” I breathed as Makai buried his face between her thighs. Imogen threw her head back, a cry escaping her lips as his tongue found her clit. It was better than any pornography I’d ever seen: my proper, reserved wife spread open on the bench of a sailboat, a gorgeous man licking cum out of her pussy while I watched.
“Keep us on course,” Makai reminded me, glancing up with lips glistening from my wife’s arousal.
“Sorry!” I turned the wheel a little, until we were back on course.
“It’s a few hours back to Hollis Cove at this pace, so we might as well spend it fucking your wife.”
I gripped the wheel tighter, fighting the urge to abandon my post and join them. Imogen’s moans grew louder, her fingers tangling in Makai’s dark hair as he worked his tongue against her. The way she writhed, completely uninhibited, made my heart race.This was a side of my wife I’d never known existed, and I was addicted to it already.
“Don’t let her come yet,” I said. “Keep her on edge.”
Makai pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re learning fast,” he said with approval. He slid two fingers inside Imogen, making her gasp, then withdrew just as her breathing quickened. “How does it feel, watching another man play with your wife?”
“Incredible,” I admitted. “I never considered how sexy it’d be.”
Imogen’s eyes met mine, hazy with pleasure. “I love it when you watch. I love seeing how hard it makes you.”
Makai stood and kicked off his board shorts. “My turn at the helm,” he said, moving to take my place, hard cock bouncing in front of him. “Your wife needs you.”
We traded positions, and I immediately dropped to my knees where Makai had been. Imogen was soaking wet, her thighs trembling with need. I buried my face between her legs. She cried out, bucking against my mouth.
“That’s it,” Makai encouraged from the helm. “But make her wait for it.”
I teased her with my tongue, bringing her close to climax, then backing away, just as Makai had done. The power wasintoxicating. I just loved having my sophisticated wife at our mercy, pleading for us to make her come like a common slut. I licked her again, teasing at her sensitive click.
“Please just fuck me,” she whimpered, bucking her hips.
After several minutes of sweet torture, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stood and tugged off my shirt, then pushed my shorts down and kicked them aside. Imogen spread her legs for me and reached out, guiding me to her entrance. I sank into her with a groan, the wet heat of her body welcoming me home.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Makai said, adjusting our course with one hand while palming himself through his shorts with the other. “Take what’s yours, Hamish.”
I thrust into Imogen harder, driven by a primal urge to claim her while Makai watched. The boat rocked beneath us, adding to the rhythm of our coupling. Imogen wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Let her come this time,” Makai suggested, his voice strained with his own need. “I want to see her face when she falls apart.”
I reached between us, finding Imogen’s clit with my thumb. She tensed immediately, her internal muscles clenching around me as she tumbled over the edge. The sight of her coming undone triggered my release, and I buried myself to the hilt, emptying inside her with a hoarse cry.
We collapsed together on the bench, panting. Makai secured the wheel again and approached us, his erection jutting out. I reached for him, giving him a few firm strokes, then a long, hungry suck.
He was delicious.
“Your turn,” I said, helping Imogen onto her hands and knees on the padded bench. “Take her. I’ll watch our course.”
Makai didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind my wife, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, still slick with my cum. I moved to the helm, watching as Makai pushed into her in one smooth thrust.
