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“Oh fuck,” she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.
She cried out as Makai fucked her with long, powerful strokes. The visual of his cock disappearing into my wife’s body was hypnotic. I couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. I cupped my cock and balls, arousal surging through me once again as I stood nude at the wheel.
“Keep the course steady,” Makai instructed, his hand wrapping around Imogen’s throat, not squeezing but holding her in place as he increased his pace. “Don’t get too distracted watching me fuck your wife, Hamish.”
I did as I was told, but I couldn’t stop watching, not completely. Makai’s control was impressive. His rhythm never faltered as the boat sailed smoothly toward our destination. When he finallycame, it was with a low growl, his hips pressed tight against Imogen’s ass as he filled her.
We took a brief break for lunch, and there were still no ships around, so we didn’t bother to get dressed as we shared sandwiches and fruit from the cooler. The sight of her, cum leaking from between her thighs, nipples hard in the sea breeze, was enough to make me hard again.
It wasn’t long before I had her pinned to the bench again, her legs pushed back toward her shoulders as I drove into her with renewed vigor. Makai kept us on course, occasionally reaching over to stroke my back or slap my ass as I fucked her.
We traded positions throughout the afternoon, taking turns at the helm and with Imogen’s body. By the time the marina came into view, all three of us were exhausted and satisfied in a way I’d never experienced before.
“Better clean her up,” Makai murmured. I grinned, burying my head between her legs and gently licking her swollen pussy clean, tasting his cum and my own.
When I was satisfied that she wouldn’t make a mess of her clothing, I helped Imogen back into her sundress, my hands lingering on her skin, reluctant to see her covered again.
As Makai prepared for our arrival, I caught Imogen’s eye. The connection between us felt stronger than ever, forged in the fire of this unexpected adventure. Whatever happened next, I knewwe’d never be the same—and I couldn’t wait to discover who we might become.
The Hollis Cove Marina appeared on the horizon, its weathered docks and colorful boats growing larger as we approached. I stood at the helm, guiding us in as Makai had taught me, while Imogen finger-combed her tangled hair.
She looked absolutely ravishing—lips swollen from our kisses, skin flushed with a post-orgasmic glow, eyes bright with satisfaction. Only I knew that beneath that innocent-looking dress, her pussy was bare and still slick with our cum.
“Skylar is waiting on the dock,” Makai announced, pointing toward a pair of figures, both small and slight, one with black and turquoise hair, the other with a bright white bob.
“Who’s the older lady?” Imogen asked.
“Hui, Skylar’s grandmother. Prepare to be interrogated by a tiny, terrifying Chinese woman.”
I felt a sudden jolt of panic. We must reek of sex. Would they know what we’d been doing? Could they tell just by looking at us? I glanced at Imogen, who seemed remarkably composed given that less than thirty minutes ago she’d been bent over the cockpit bench getting fucked like a porn star.
She smiled, reaching up to touch my cheek. “No one will know.”
Makai took over the helm for the final approach, giving us orders, guiding us to trim the sails as he called to Skylar, letting her know the engine was still out. Imogen threw the lines to her as I dropped the sail, working in concert to pull the boat smoothly into place without incident.
It was challenging and exhilarating.
“Fucking hell, Makai,” Skylar said as she tied off a line. “When you texted that the engine died, I was ready to send out search and rescue.”
“We managed just fine,” Makai replied, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. “Wind picked up this morning.”
The older woman approached, carrying several containers stacked in a large bag. She was tiny but radiated energy, her silver-white hair styled impeccably, red-framed glasses perched on her nose.
“You must be starving!” she declared, stepping carefully onto the boat. “No proper breakfast, I’m sure. Just canned food and junk food!”
Makai made quick introductions now that the boat was safely docked. “Hamish, Imogen, this is Skylar, my business partner, and her grandmother, Hui. This is Hamish Walker and his wife, Imogen—the new clients.”
Hui barely waited for the introductions to finish before thrusting the bag of containers at me. “Food. Made it fresh this morning.Your qi needs replenishment after such...” she paused, studying us with alarming intensity, “...exertion.”
I nearly choked, taking the bag from her to hide my reaction. “Thank you. That’s very kind. Sailing was quite a lot of work.”
“Not kindness. Necessity.” Hui waved a hand dismissively.
Makai looked as uncomfortable as I felt, busying himself with securing the boat rather than meeting anyone’s eyes. Imogen, however, seemed entirely at ease, years of training in manners falling seamlessly into place as she accepted a container from Hui with a gracious smile.
“This smells wonderful,” she said. “We’re famished. Aren’t we, darling?”
I nodded, clearing my throat. “Absolutely. Sailing works up an appetite.”
