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Naked Night Sailing: Epilog

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I’ve been asked to tell how our night of sailing naked ended. My wife, Dani, and I had invited our friends, Pat and her husband Robbie, to spend an evening with us on our sailboat on a huge lake north of Dallas. Night sailing can be highly erotic. Breezes and the privacy of darkness on lakes or sea can stir a primal desire for unemcumbered freedom, so clothes typically are tossed. Icy inhibitions thaw in the grip of smoldering passions. Trite but true. Repressed sexuality escapes on newfound wings of abandon. Robbie, Dani and I had soared. Pat had passed out early from too much wine drunk too fast. She had gotten as far as pulling off her t-shirt, leaving her in a low-cut bra and her denim Daisy Dukes shorts. As she slept on a bunk below, we three savored an impromptu naked evening among friends.

Our boat bobbed quietly in gentle swells, adrift, sails down and pointed into the breeze as we soaked up the moonless night, clad only in starlight, sipping wine and talking softly about nothing in particular. I still couldn’t believe how one of my fantasies had come true – Dani stripping naked in the company of another man and tweaking her nipples for us. From my place at the tiller, I couldn’t stop staring at her, sitting there without a stitch on. Her long, straight red hair, enchanting smile, fair-skinned, shapely body, pale tits and nipples all virtually glowed in the starlight. “Hey!” some guy called from an approaching sailboat, surprising us and shutting down my boner and Robbie's. “Can we get onboard?” Somehow, perhaps with binoculars, they had seen enough of us to perhaps assume we were swingers or somesuch and would welcome more to the party. Naked friends on sailboats are common at night, so those strangers probably had been scanning other boats for naked people. Some fellow on the boat dived off and swam toward us. Dani grabbed a towel and covered herself. “Oh, no,” she said. “Dammit all,” Robbie said. “No thanks,” I called out. “This is a private evening.” The swimmer tried to find a grip on our hull, not having sense enough in his apparent drunken stupor to move aft and try to climb up the ladder. I politely asked him to return to their boat. Brief back-and-forth banter ended peacefully. People who sail usually are respectful types. The fellow swam back to their boat, and its captain called back, “Sorry. We thought you’d like some company.” “Good night,” I called back. “Watch for powerboats.” They sailed away, Dani put down her towel, which impressed me. She had become comfortable with being naked in front of Robbie who was a nice guy and respectful. She had discovered how refreshing naked night sailing can be and was enjoying it. Probably, I thought, it was just as well that Pat in her excitement had drunk too much. I knew from what Dani had told me that Pat’s sex drive could explode when she drank too much, and that could have led me to dare Dani to do more than get naked. I’d dared her. She’d stuffed that dare in my face as she usually would do in response to my dares. Probably, I thought, I would have pursued another fantasy, another dare. I probably would have dared Dani to let Pat and Robbie suck her tits while I gave her pussy a tongue job. No doubt she would’ve done it. As she’d said before she passed out, Pat loved and envied Dani’s tits. So did Robbie. And probably Pat would have wound up sucking my dick and Dani would have wound up sucking Robbie’s huge boner, which Robbie had been stroking off and on all night. Dani liked to suck dicks, as she would tell me when we would exchange fantasies during pounding, butt-slapping fuckfests at home, in hotel rooms and elsewhere. If that had happened, our friendship probably would have been jeopardized. So I was glad everything went just far enough, including fucking Dani on the bow while poor Robbie was left aft, beating off. Around 1 a.m., we decided it was time to head back to the marina. I started the outboard motor and steered us there with sails down to avoid listing and rolling Pat off of her bunk. “Let’s do this again!” Robbie said. “This has been amazing.” Dani surprised me when she said, “Yeah. Let’s do this again. It feels sooo good out here with nothing on.” “So you've been OK with being naked in front of people?” I asked. “No,” she said. "Yeah, with friends. With people I trust." (Before we got the chance to reprise the trip with them, Robbie was transferred to a city halfway across the country where he and Pat bought a beautiful home. They reside there to this day.) We were close to the marina in a half-hour and dressed with disappointment as we approached. Pat roused from her bunk below. “Hey,” she called out. “Where are we? What happened? Sorry I got wasted.” “Tell you all about it later, hon,” Robbie said. I would have loved to have been there for that conversation. Everyone eventually got home safely and lived happily ever after, often, I'm sure, beating off to memories of naked night sailing -- and what could have happened.

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