It was Saturday. I spent the entire day dressed in red gowns filming videos for an online series, and my husband spent his day in coveralls on a track hoe clearing our waterfront property to get it ready for dirt and building permits.
Our plan is to build the office first then work on the RV spaces and boat launch, although I’m pretty sure my husband would put the boat launch first so he could begin to use to for his personal excursions.
He’s a boat guy. We’ve got several and will probably have more before our life is over. His obsession started with boating and has grown into charter fishing for all of the local species he enjoys catching and I enjoy eating. He’s been known to spend entire weekends out of the water with his buddy, camping on barrier islands and returning with either a smile and too many fish to clean in one day or a frown and no fish at all. Those are the excursions that have caused a lot of riff between us, unless, of course, I went along for the ride.
One time I went and we actually camped on a shell island about 30 miles off the coast. That was the time I stayed naked for two days straight and we fucked like rabbits between stops at popular fishing holes. I was spray tanned that time too and had a fresh Brazilian wax. When he fished, I laid out on the bow of the boat like a beached mermaid. Suffice to say, my husband didn’t catch much the entire time!
It was us against the wide open water world, and it was enchanting. He packed my special coffee, our pot of coconut oil and made sure I had all of my necessities. I sucked his dick while he steered and swallowed his cum while the wind blew his hair. When the radio stopped working, I sang songs and entertained us. He loves my voice and kissed me passionately between performances. There were virtually no other boats for miles which was great until the weather turned sour.
We docked on that shell island at dusk, made a light dinner, poured a few drinks and awaited sleep. Out under the dreary skies and heavy wind, I sat on my co-captain seat, spread my legs and howled to the moon as he entered me. It seems he had a field day with all of my pussies that weekend. I remember him going back and forth between my whore pussy and my school girl one, and my tight little body was getting used to the action.
I tried to sleep in the cabin, but the rocky seas made me sick, so my husband crafted me a makeshift tent outside on the island. The choice was either get wet or get rocked into sea sick hell. I chose rain and fell asleep. He stayed on the boat concerned it might float away.
We were like kids out there under the dark blanket of wilderness. At dawn we woke to bugs and high heat and the awareness that someone had docked their boat not too far from us. Had they watched our outside lovemaking the night before without making a sight or a sound? The thought aroused me. We went back for more, me… still naked and wet from both the sex and the storm.
Like a good fuck toy, my legs fell apart as soon as he laid me down in the boat cabin. He went to town on my pussy again, sending my spirit to heaven and back. I held no holler back and moaned like the sun needed to hear. The guys on the other boat stayed quiet, probably drinking beer and listening to the early morning sex show.
I love being that girl. I love him being that guy. I felt so cared for, so loved, and so adored, and yet like a whore, I also felt wet, easy, and used. He’d say things like “Can I make you a coffee, Stella? Would you like a snack?” and then follow it up with “Hey, come suck my dick while I reel in this fish.” It’s the best of both worlds. We can have it all. He can have it all. I can be it all.
Our goal is to get a boat big enough to sail around the world. Honestly, it’s more like his goal. I’m fine on a cruise ship or just flying. But I trust him to take care of me, and what a crazy wild adventure that would be. Do you know just how big the oceans are? It would take a year to get back home if we even returned. Maybe we’d park it somewhere for awhile or get lost at sea. Heck, at that age, who cares. You have to live life and be free.
He crawled into bed last night around midnight and I was already fast asleep. We’d spent the entire Saturday working our goals, chasing our dreams. It was the third day in 2019 that we didn’t make love, but I’m okay with it. As my husband says on days like yesterday, “Stella, I’m in the work real hard time in life, the doing chapter, setting us up for success. Later on we’ll get to lay back and reap the rewards. We’ll sail and see the world then because of today’s sweat and stress.”