Yacht Boss's Hotwife Craving

The moment Elena stepped onto the deck in her white bikini that barely contained her full tits, the humid sea air felt electric. Her sharp green eyes locked on me—new hire Alex, twenty-eight, hired just last week as her personal assistant—and the pause between us said everything: she wanted to be fucked, and she wanted her husband to know. The yacht rocked gently in the Mediterranean cove, her rich husband away on a video call in the lower cabin, leaving us alone under the blazing sun.

「アレックス、こっちに来て」エレナは重役室にいる時のように低く厳しい声で命じた。彼女は42歳、日焼けした曲線と威厳をまとい、黒い髪をアップにしていた。「港からずっと私のお尻を見てたでしょ。否定しないで」

I swallowed, pulse hammering. "Can't help it, Ms. Voss. That bikini... it's criminal."

She laughed, a husky sound that went straight to my cock. "Good. My husband likes when I bring home stories. He's watching the security feed right now, I bet. Makes me so wet knowing he'll stroke himself later."

The explicit heat hit fast. Elena grabbed my shirt, yanked me into the shaded lounge area, and shoved me onto the wide cushioned bench. Her hands were on my belt in seconds, freeing my thick cock that sprang out hard and throbbing.

"Fuck, that's bigger than I hoped," she breathed, eyes gleaming with dirty excitement. She peeled her bikini top off, her heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples already tight. Straddling me, she tugged her bottoms aside, revealing her shaved, glistening pussy. No foreplay, just raw need—she sank down, taking every inch of my cock in one slick glide.

「ああっ……そう」エレナは頭をのけぞらせて喘いだ。彼女のきつい内壁が僕を締めつけ、熱く滴っていた。「いっぱいにして。夫のはこの半分の大きさしかないの。だからあなたを雇ったのよ」

I gripped her juicy ass, spanking it lightly as she started riding me hard, the yacht's gentle sway adding to the rhythm. Skin slapped skin, her wetness coating my balls. She leaned forward, tits pressing against my chest, whispering hot against my ear.

「もっと激しく、アレックス。この人妻のアソコをめちゃくちゃにして。下の階に聞こえるくらい大声でイかせて」

私は彼女を受け止めるように突き上げ、突然ペースを変えた――ゆっくりとした深いストロークで、彼女を震えさせ、息を呑ませた。彼女のクリトリスが私の根本に擦れるたび、彼女の体を震わせた。彼女は唇を噛み、目を閉じた。

「ああ、すごく良く広げてくれてる……クソ、そこだよ」

体位を入れ替え、今度は俺が彼女の後ろに回り、手すりに彼女をうつ伏せにさせた。海風が汗ばんだ肌を冷やす中、俺は腰を掴んで再び激しく突き入れた。力強い突き上げのたびに彼女の尻が波打ち、喘ぎ声が水面を越えて響いた。俺は手を回し、腫れ上がったクリトリスを見つけると、速く突きながら小さな円を描くように擦り続けた。

Elena’s voice broke. "Yes... don't stop. I'm gonna—oh fuck!"

彼女のアソコが激しく痙攣し、イクときに私の竿に少し潮を吹き、脚が震えた。私は手を緩めず、彼女の絶頂の最中も突き続け、自分の高まりが急速に近づいた。うめき声とともに深く突き入れ、人妻のアソコに濃厚な精液を何筋も注ぎ込み、溢れ出たそれが太ももを伝って滴り落ちた。

We collapsed together, breathing ragged, the salt air mixing with the smell of sex. Later that night we did it again in the master cabin while her husband slept in the guest room, her riding me reverse cowgirl so he could watch from the doorway if he woke.

Morning light filtered through the portholes. I made coffee in the galley, shirtless, while Elena padded in wearing just a silk robe, hair messy, a satisfied glow on her face. She took the mug from me, fingers brushing mine deliberately.

"Last night was... productive," she said with a wicked smile, sipping slowly. Her eyes flicked to the deck where we'd started. "My husband texted. Said the feed was crystal clear. He wants you on the next trip too."

私はカウンターにもたれかかり、にやりと笑った。「次もそのビキニを着てくれるならね、ボス」

彼女は一歩近づき、声をあの厳しくもからかうような口調に落とした。「気をつけて、アレックス。でないと、彼が朝のブリーフィングで電話している間に、ここで私を犯させるわよ。」空いた手が私の胸元を這い降り、その目はもっと秘めた熱情を約束していた。私たちは湯気の立ち上るカップ越しに長く熱い視線を交わし、ヨットは足元で静かにうなり、すでに次の秘密の情事を渇望していた。