When my husband’s best friend Bruce invited us to go sailing with him and his gorgeous wife Brenda last summer, I sensed that the men had a different kind of navigation in mind.

My suspicions were confirmed when my husband told me the 40-foot sloop Bruce had chartered was named Wet Dream.

We anchored off the Florida Keys the first night, and after dinner retired to the cabin to sip Chianti and watch the sunset. When there was a lull in the conversation, Bruce asked my husband Noah if he still subscribed to Penthouse.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Fran loves to read the letters.”

I felt myself flush, and chided Noah for embarrassing me in front of Brenda.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Brenda said. “We all do it.”

“Do what?” I asked naively.

“Masturbate,” she said.

Finally the ice had been broken. Bruce asked Noah if he’d ever participated in a circle jerk. Noah said he hadn’t but he wouldn’t mind trying it some time.

“Let’s try it now,” Bruce suggested. “No time like the present.”

“Why don’t you show us?” Brenda asked her husband.

Everybody laughed except Bruce. “I would,” he said with a glance at me, “but I don’t want to offend our friends.”

“You won’t offend me,” I said brazenly. “I might even join you.”

“All right, you asked for it!” and Bruce pulled down his swim trunks. His cock, already half-hard, sprang free. He stretched out his legs, lathered coconut-scented oil along his cock, and began slowly stroking it. “I’ve been aching to do this all day,” he said.

“To the slippery music our fingers made, we watched each other masturbate.”

Noah studied me, waiting to see if I would make good my challenge.

“What the heck,” I said, peeling off my T-shirt. “We’re all friends.”

“The more the merrier,” Bruce said.

I slipped off my bikini bottom, fluffed my neatly trimmed golden bush, leaned back, and spread my long legs. Bruce stared at my pink pussy. His cock had grown to eight inches. It was slender and straight. Noah and Brenda hurriedly discarded their swimsuits. Brenda’s bush was little more than a sliver of black. She spread her dark, fleshy pussy lips invitingly with one hand. With the other, she touched her husband’s well-oiled cock to lubricate the tips of her fingers before turning them loose on her pussy. My husband squirted some oil on his hand and coaxed his organ to life.

To the slippery music our fingers made, we watched each other masturbate. Noah used one hand, Bruce used both hands. Brenda rubbed her clit furiously with two fingers. Occasionally she’d pause to dip one or both fingers deeper into her moist hole.

I’d never masturbated in front of anyone but my husband before, but what was happening now was incredibly liberating. I propped my feet on the seat on either side of Bruce, opening my legs wide so he could see the sweet juice I felt trickling down along the crack of my ass.

Brenda spread her legs wider for Noah. After she got a finger good and wet in her cunt, she slowly worked it into her tight ass hole. Watching her finger-fuck herself in the ass was too much. I jammed two fingers into my pussy and held on as wave after wave of intense pleasure rolled through me.

Seeing me come sent Bruce over the edge. He rocked forward onto his knees, aimed his meaty cannon at my quivering pussy, and fired. Three bullets of hot white come splattered my tits and dribbled down my belly.

Brenda attacked her clit with renewed vigor, and soon, with a moan, announced that she was coming. The news was barely out of her mouth when Noah stood up. Positioning himself between Brenda’s legs so his purple knob was level with her mouth, he arched his back and asked, “Where do you want it?”

As her body began jerking in spasms, Brenda opened her mouth, just in time for Noah’s prize load to land directly on her tongue. “;Mmm,” she said, licking her lips, “I think we’re going to have a great fucking time.”

“Don’t you mean a great time fucking?” asked Noah. And we did. The next morning, things got out of hand in a hurry.