A Naked Night On My Sailboat

Pat and her husband, Robbie, were longtime friends of ours. In fact, Pat had played matchmaker in introducing me to my wife, Dani, a beautiful petite woman with long, straight red hair, gem-like blue eyes, fabulous tits with perfect nipples and an equally fabulous libido as strong and playful as mine. From what Dani told me, Pat shared our love of sex. Like Dani, she was a bit short but charismatic and beautiful with close-cropped auburn hair and a shapely figure. Her husband was tall and dark like I am, willowy and good-natured. Dani, Pat and Robbie also wielded keen intellects. I was not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I suppose I was just lovable and brought a happy spirit to the table.

We all partied together nearly every weekend. One late Saturday afternoon we met at the marina where I kept my sailboat, planning an evening of night sailing and fun. We brought coolers of snacks, beer and several bottles of wine but no radio, boombox or anything that would distract from the music of our voices, our laughter and the wind.

Dani and Pat wore striped t-shirts and Daisy Duke cutoffs that flashed their pretty figures beautifully. Robbie and I were in cutoffs, t-shirts and deck shoes. I went commando, because it feels so good, especially while sailing. We loaded the boat, climbed aboard and set off for the middle of the lake, watching a brilliant sunset and chattering happily. Dani sat across from me on the cabin bench. Pat sat on the starboard bench, Robbie on the port bench.

Darkness had set in by the time we reached a point that looked good to me. With Robbie’s help, I struck the sails and let the boat point into the wind so I could fully relax with everyone who had been drinking and cutting up. How beautiful and joyful they all looked. The wind had calmed a bit, the water lapped gently against the boat and we let our imaginations run wild, playing “What If” as we toasted the night. There’s something highly erotic about night sailing, especially on a moonless night that can keep secrets. I certainly felt a rush of lust in the presence of two delightfully sexy women who had drunk nearly too much wine and were becoming a bit frisky and suggestive as they stood and danced around, wiggling their butts and shaking their tits.

Maybe that put Robbie over the edge or maybe it was the merlot talking, but suddenly he announced, “I’m getting naked!” We all laughed. Go right ahead, the rest of us said, thinking it was just talk. But in no time, Robbie had shucked his clothes. I’d never seen him or Pat naked, so I was surprised to see that Robbie had a heck of a dick that looked to be nearly 10 inches long. It was as stiff as an iron rod, and he nonchalantly stroked its length as we whooped and applauded Robbie’s surprise striptease. “Ahhhhh,” he said. “This is marvelous.” “Hey, what if we join you?” I said, loving the idea and fantasizing about Dani stripping. “No way,” Dani said. “Well, I just may do that,” Pat said as she pulled off her t-shirt revealing a low-cut bra and lovely cleavage. “C’mon, Dani. Your tits are too pretty to hide.” No way, Dani repeated as she poured more wine for her and Pat. “Oh my,” Pat said, pitching her wine overboard. “You know, I don’t feel so good. I think I’d better lie down for a while.” I helped her to a berth below in the cabin where she appeared to pass out. Dammit, I thought, but rejoined everyone. Sitting down at the tiller, I looked at the night sky and the stars then at Dani then at Robbie, who was masturbating slowly. I was savoring a sexual high and ready for some adventure, too, and I’d developed a full-blown boner that needed attention. “I’m getting naked,” I said, shucking my cutoffs and t-shirt and glorying in nakedness with the breeze caressing my body. Dani laughed at me, but I wanted her to get naked, and I knew the ace to play – a dare, knowing that Dani would do anything she was dared to do. I never could understand why dares triggered fearlessness in Dani, but they did. More about that in stories to come.

So I played that ace. “Dani, I dare you to get naked. I dare you. I dare you.” Dani looked at me with an “oh yeah?” smirk. She grasped the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly stripped it off, then her cutoffs and sat there, smiling, in her bra and panties while sipping wine. “OK?” she said. “No,” I said. “You’re still dressed. Robbie and I are naked. You’re wearing your bra and panties. You gotta get rid of them. I dare you to get all the way naked.”

At that, Dani reached around her back, unhooked her bra and let it slide off onto the deck, revealing her beautiful, shapely tits that I loved to fondle, suck and lick and daydream about at work. Then she stood, hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and slowly slid them off. I was astounded, speechless. Suddenly, there was Dani, naked in the soft starlight. My wife was naked in front of another man. She spun around slowly, tweaked her nipples then sat down, took a sip of wine and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh my god, you’re beautiful,” I said, reveling in the moment. My fantasy had happened, and I felt my libido raging. “Dani’s naked,” Robbie slurred as he tried to focus on her while jacking off. “Wow, Dani,” he said. “You’re sexy as hell. Where's Pat? Is she naked?”

I can’t remember what we all talked about for a while, but I noticed we had drifted close to shore, so I started the outboard and guided us back to the middle of the lake. Dani made no effort to cover up and let Robbie and me get as much an eyeful as we wanted. Actually, she said, she was enjoying the comforts of being naked and the community nudity. She winked at me and smiled, and that sent me over the edge. I got up, took her hand, and we walked to the bow where we had a hell of a fuckfest. Pat slept through it all. There’s a bit more to the story, and I’ll share it if you like.