Yacht Wife Seduction

The moment I saw her step onto the deck in that tiny white bikini, my cock twitched against my swim trunks. Elena was my best friend’s wife—thirty-two, sun-kissed, with full tits that strained the thin fabric and an ass that begged to be grabbed. She’d asked me to shoot her “glamour portfolio” during their yacht rental, and Mark had laughed it off, saying he trusted me. The engine hummed low as we motored out of the harbor, salt air thick with tension. Elena’s eyes lingered on the bulge in my shorts a second too long.

“God, Jake, it’s hotter than I expected out here,” she said, biting her lower lip. She adjusted the string of her bikini top, making her nipples poke visibly against the cloth.

I raised the camera, heart pounding. “You look fucking incredible, Elena. Turn for me—slow. Yeah, like that. Arch your back a little.”

She obeyed, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “Like this? You gonna make me look slutty enough for the portfolio?”

The first quarter of the shoot my lens stayed professional. Then she untied the top. The fabric slipped away, revealing heavy, perfect tits with hard pink nipples. My mouth went dry.

“Elena… what are you doing?”

She stepped closer, the yacht rocking gently under us. “Mark’s been neglecting me for months. I see how you look at me, Jake. I want this. Fuck the portfolio. I want your cock.”

Her hand brushed my erection boldly. I groaned, setting the camera on the bench. “You’re sure? He’s my best friend.”

“I’m dripping just thinking about it,” she whispered, squeezing me through the fabric. “Please. Right here on the deck.”

I pulled her into a rough kiss, tongues sliding hot and wet. She tasted like sunscreen and champagne. My hands roamed down her back, yanking the bikini bottoms down her tanned thighs. Her shaved pussy glistened in the sunlight, already slick. I slid two fingers between her folds, finding her swollen clit.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Elena moaned against my mouth. “Finger my pussy harder. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She dropped to her knees on the warm teak deck, tugging my shorts down. My thick cock sprang free, veins pulsing. Her eyes widened.

“Jesus, it’s bigger than I imagined.” She licked the bead of precum from the tip, then swallowed half my length in one greedy motion. Wet sucking sounds filled the sea air as she bobbed, cheeks hollowing. Spit dripped down her chin onto her swaying tits.

I grabbed her hair, guiding her deeper. “That’s it, suck my cock like a good little wife. Fuck, your mouth feels amazing.”

She hummed around me, taking me to the back of her throat until she gagged softly. After a minute she popped off, gasping, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening dick.

“Fuck me now, Jake. I need it.”

I bent her over the padded sun lounger, her juicy ass high. The ocean sparkled around us as I rubbed my cockhead up and down her soaked slit. With one thrust I buried myself balls-deep in her tight married pussy.

“Fuuuuck!” she cried, gripping the railing. “You’re stretching me so good. Harder—pound my cunt!”

I gripped her hips and slammed into her, the wet slap of skin echoing over the waves. Her pussy clenched around me, creamy juices coating my shaft. I reached around to rub her clit in fast circles.

“You like getting fucked by your husband’s friend on his yacht?” I growled, spanking her ass sharply.

“Yes! God, yes—I’m such a slut for your big cock,” she panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her tits swung beneath her, nipples brushing the cushion.

I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and hooked her legs over my shoulders. Sliding back inside her dripping hole, I fucked her deep and steady, watching her face twist in pleasure. The yacht gently rolled with the swell, adding rhythm to our fucking.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered, nails digging into my arms. “Don’t stop—fill me up!”

Her pussy spasmed hard, squirting warm fluid around my cock as she came with a loud, broken moan. The sight pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her married pussy. We stayed locked together, panting, sweat mixing with sea spray.

After a minute she smiled lazily, cum already leaking down her thigh. “Round two in the cabin? I want you to fuck my ass next.”

I kissed her deeply, already hardening again inside her. “Anything for the model’s husband.”