Chapter 17
Evan
“T a-da,” she said, removing the blindfold and grandly gesturing at a sleek, brand-new yacht. It featured the perfect combination of luxury and sport, with the ability to go into a hydrofoil mode as well as all the amenities one would come to expect from a luxury yacht.
At least, that’s what the salesman told me when I bought the damn thing.
“Amanda, honey?” I spoke.
“What?”
“This is my yacht.”
“Well, it’s not like I have a bunch of yachts laying around.” She smacked me on the shoulder. “Stop being a bore and just enjoy the fact that I’ve arranged for us to spend some time together on the deep blue sea.”
It did sort of sound nice. Hitting the waves with her at my side.
“All right, I’m all in. There’s just one thing I don’t understand, though.”
“And what’s that?” she asked.
“How on Earth did you manage to arrange for the limo, the yacht, and the driver without me knowing about it?”
She blew air out of her lips, stirring her bangs .
“Oh, I think that you’ll find if you treat your people like actual human beings instead of tools or automatons, they’re more than willing to bend the rules to help you.”
I took her at face value and then followed her up the gangplank. It was a damn fine yacht, and I so rarely got to take her out onto the waves.
I led the way once we got on board. I thought that a drink was in order, so I showed her the bar.
She sat on a stool and smiled as I mixed us up a pitcher of Tom Collins. I then proceeded to pour us both a glass. It felt so safe, so normal. Like we were a real married couple just enjoying ourselves and each other’s company. Rather than a pair of charlatans pulling one over on the world so they could reap the benefits in the form of stock value and net worth.
After that night in the kitchen we began spending more and more time together, even outside of work. Now it felt so natural that I didn’t resist too much when she said that she had a surprise for me and that I would have to go with her blindfolded.
After we had a drink or two, I led her up to the main deck and got behind the wheel.
“Have you ever driven a yacht before?” I asked.
“I’ve rarely even been on a yacht before. A couple of times, usually for a charity event. Jennifer and Marshall have a couple of them, but there never seems to be any time.”
“Well, there’s time today. Let me show you how to use the throttle…”
I took the yacht out onto the waves. It was a beautiful day, the oceans almost perfectly calm. Perfect yachting weather. It was great, just being with her like a normal married couple.
“Okay, I’m going to take us up on the hydrofoils,” I said. “You might want to sit down.”
She settled into a chair, and I pulled the hammer back. The yacht launched forward, rising up out of the water onto the foils. We skimmed along the smooth ocean surface like a bug on a pond.
She laughed exultantly, her hair flying behind her, catching the rays of the sun. I wanted to kiss her badly in that moment. I steered us around on the foils for a while, and then let back on the throttle, letting the hull settle back onto the water again.
I showed her down to the lower deck, where the sun splashed the polished timbers with their mirror-like sheen. She went to the rail on the aft deck and looked out back the way we had come.
“I can’t even see the shore anymore.”
“Does that bother you?” I asked.
“No,” she said, turning back to me. “It kind of feels like we have the whole ocean all to ourselves like this.”
She turned back to look out over the waves. I eyed her perfect bottom and her shapely legs as her dress hiked up when the wind caught it.
I stepped up behind her, letting her feel the growing bulge in my crotch. She giggled and rubbed her bottom against me.
I reached up under her skirt and stroked my fingers across her panty-clad pussy. She let out a sharp cry and started to turn around.
“No,” I said, pushing her back down to lean on the rail. “Stay how you are. Put your hands on the rail and keep them there.”
She laughed softly.
“Yes, sir,” she said, and this time it wasn’t the least bit mocking.
I pulled the blindfold out of my pocket and leaned in close to tie it around her eyes. This rubbed my cock against her ass. She wriggled against me, still keeping her hands on the railing.
“You have a fantastic ass,” I said as I caressed her smooth cheeks.
“Thank you, sir,” she said between heavy pants.
“I think I want to see it. ”
I hiked up her skirt, tucking the bottom hem into the back of her dress. Then I tugged her panties down to her knees, then to her ankles. This put my face in close proximity to her luscious behind. I kissed the pliant flesh, then bit her playfully.
She squealed, not from pain because I didn’t bite that hard, but from surprise.
“You’re so bad,” she said.
“Yes, but when I’m feeling bad, it makes you feel so good, doesn’t it?”
I gave her ass a firm spank when she didn’t answer.
“I asked you a question, Amanda.”
“Yes, sir,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so good.”
I pried her ass cheeks apart and stared at the dripping wet pink trench between her wide-open pussy lips. She was so ready for me. Ready to have me inside of her, but I wanted to tease her a bit. Turnabout was fair play, after all.
I slipped two of my fingers easily inside of her from behind. She cried out as I gently wormed them up to the last knuckle.
“Your pussy is so warm and slippery for me.”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
“I bet you’re really close to coming right now, aren’t you?”
I used my free fingers to rub her swollen clit. Her cries grew sharper in pitch, more urgent as I worked her pussy over inside and out.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice quivering like a leaf in the wind.
“Well, you’re not allowed to come unless I say so. You have to ask me for permission. Do you understand?”
“Oooh,” she moaned as I slid my fingers around inside of her luscious pussy. “Yes, sir.”
I thrust my fingers in and out like a cock, worming another one in with the first two. I leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck, pleasuring her pussy with my fingers. When I nibbled her earlobe, she cried out over the deep blue sea.
“Oh fuck! Can I come yet?”
“No,” I said.
She let out a long, whimpering moan and shivered against me. She ground herself against my fingers, growing more and more desperate.
“Oh God, let me come, please,” she cried.
“Not yet.”
“You’re such a priiiiick,” she cried.
“Did you just come?”
“No,” she gasped.
“You better not have, or I’ll have to spank you.”
She let out a long, undulating moan.
“Please,” she groaned, grinding herself on my fingers. “Please let me come.”
“In a minute,” I said. “Now, when I tell you to come, I want you to say something really, really dirty. Understand?”
“Yes,” she cried.
“All right, come!”
“Oh God! Fuck my dirty pussy!”
Her body shivered and her cry pierced the calm sound of the ocean waves. Amanda half-collapsed against the railing, her legs trembling as if they struggled to bear her weight.
“Okay,” I said, honoring her request. I stood up and undid my fly, then pulled her up by the hips until she stood straight enough for my entry.
She thrust her bottom up in the air, and I pushed the head of my cock into her dripping wet pussy. I cried out as she convulsed, drawing my cock in even further. I thrust into her, my fingers digging into the pliant, supple flesh covering her sweetly curved hips.
Our mutual cries of passion echoed out over the waves. The sunlight felt good on our bare skin, and I had never felt so free and energized during sex in my entire life.
Later, we cuddled in my cabin, her naked form draped over me. I was surprised at how good it felt to have her with me, in mind and spirit as well as body.
All I had to do to get there was to stop trying to get her. I started to think, the wheels in my mind turning like crazy.
What if the only way for things to get even better was to let her go?
One way or another, our marriage had to end.