Steel Sails & Secrets

So this is what it would be like to be rich,” Stan whistled, his hands slipping through the steering wheel of the yacht. By most standards, Stan was already a wealthy man though he’d never thought of what he had in those terms, nor had he indulged in many ‘toys,’ such as a yacht. Moored in the Tri-Cities, it seemed to handle the waters of the Columbia easily as he throttled the engine away from port to the east. “We’re already rich,” his best friend and business partner muttered, gesturing out the front of the boat. “You got that right,” Stan agreed. It was a mystery as to why those two gorgeous women tolerated blokes like them, but they did. At the moment Lisa and Marie were chatting animatedly near the bow of the boat, pointing at something on the shore. With hair waving in the wind, sunglasses to protect their eyes, their bodies kissed by the sun, they looked marvelous, their bikinis carefully chosen, so it seemed, to make their husbands drive the boat crooked. The trip took about an hour, but sufficed to take them past the great bend to open water. The river was fairly wide at this point, at least wide enough so that none would wonder at a boat bobbing around in the water while two couples enjoyed one another’s company and took time to unwind. Lying back in the warmth of the sun, the men dropped fishing lines into the water and periodically ‘grunted’ at one another if either felt the need to communicate. Honestly, neither one wanted a fish to bite, as it would require actual work. “Wow, it’s gorgeous out here!” “Sure is, Lis,” Marie agreed, reaching for her tanning oil. “The guys are probably sleeping already.” “Think so? I thought they were going to try some fishing.” “Probably with unbaited hooks,” Marie giggled. Moistening her hands with tanning oil, she stretched out her legs, polishing them until they glistened in the bright sunshine. Lisa did the same, loving how the sunshine’s warmth seemed to surround her. She stretched her own legs out, and proceeded to apply the protecting tanning oil, smiling at Marie as she did so. This was going to be fun. They had enough supplies to last for at least a week, if they wanted to, though after a couple days her husband would want to return to his beloved wheat fields. But for now, they could rest in the warm sun, and light breeze. “Can you get my back?” Marie asked, turning herself so Lisa could lend some assistance. Feeling her best friend’s hands rubbing the tanning oil on, she murmured, “Those guys are probably going to look like lobsters unless we warn them to cover up a bit.” “I dunno’,” Lisa giggled. “I think we’re the ones actually showing a little bit more skin.” That was an understatement, and one for which both men were appreciative! “Maybe we better go give them fair warning,” Marie wondered. “At least then they can’t blame us.” Standing, Marie offered her hand to Lisa, who took it, and rose to her feet. Laughing, they followed the rail to the back of the boat, where their men rested. “Boys, I know you don’t have much experience with all this,” Marie called as they neared their husbands. “But you better put on some sun block or you’ll look like lobster within the hour. The sun’s reflecting off the water and – ” Stan held up his hand with the sun screen. “Got it, Babe. We just got done helping each other get it on. I said, ‘Please help me put it on my back, won’t you?’ And he said, ‘All right Stan.’ And then I said – ” “Well good for you!” Marie said with mock disgust. “Glad you bozos are so helpful to one another… Stop laughing, Lisa!” She glared at her cousin, who was also laughing as Stan, who loved to needle Marie, drawled his drivel. “I can’t help it!” Stan eyed them both, which was a highly rewarding exercise. He absolutely loved Marie’s taste in swimsuits. No, that wasn’t quite correct. Frankly, it could have been a potato sack she was dressed in, and it would likely have had the same effect on him. “Nice,” he said simply, giving Marie a boyish, if not exasperating, grin before dropping his sunglasses again. “C’mon, Lis,” Marie muttered, reaching for her best friend’s hand to whirl her back towards the front of the boat. “Ahhh, don’t be too hard on them,” Lisa giggled. “But that’s exactly how we want them,” Marie cackled, sitting back down on her towel. She’d received what she’d gone back there for: the gleam in her husband’s eye. The truth was, she enjoyed making him horny, and it wasn’t that ‘hard’ of a task. The barbs she traded with her much-loved Stanley didn’t fool anyone. Her cousin had once even suggested it was part of their ‘mating ritual.’ His observation had been ill timed, for even the normally calm and collected Stanley had laughed hard enough to nearly choke on what he’d been eating at the time. The day seemed to pass lazily by. One of the men actually caught a fish, and then struggled to make sure he could release it, so he didn’t have to actually clean it and deal with it. The women alternated between rapid-fire conversation, which was their usual custom, mixed with some mindless fun romance book reading. Late in the afternoon they took a swim together in the river, which was colder than it appeared from the boat. Still later, Stan fired up the mini-grill and cooked up a batch of hamburgers for supper. Driving the boat further down the river so they could see to the west, they set it at anchor and sat together on the bow as the sun disappeared in the west. “Oh, that’s a beautiful view,” Lisa purred. She sat between her husband’s legs, both of them facing the west, listening to the sounds of the water, and feeling the summer warmth that, for the moment, defied the departing of day. They could hear the occasional passing of cars on the highway far away at shore, but it was otherwise quiet, and peaceful. “You sure are,” Marie agreed, reaching for her tanning oil. “The guys are probably sleeping already.” “Think so? I thought they were going to try some fishing.” “Probably with unbaited hooks,” Marie giggled. Moistening her hands with tanning oil, she stretched out her legs, polishing them until they glistened in the bright sunshine. Lisa did the same, loving how the sunshine’s warmth seemed to surround her. She stretched her own legs out, and proceeded to apply the protecting tanning oil, smiling at Marie as she did so. This was going to be fun. They had enough supplies to last for at least a week, if they wanted to, though after a couple days her husband would want to return to his beloved wheat fields. But for now, they could rest in the warm sun, and light breeze. “Can you get my back?” Marie asked, turning herself so Lisa could lend some assistance. Feeling her best friend’s hands rubbing the tanning oil on, she murmured, “Those guys are probably going to look like lobsters unless we warn them to cover up a bit.” “I dunno’,” Lisa giggled. “I think we’re the ones actually showing a little bit more skin.” That was an understatement, and one for which both men were appreciative! “Maybe we better go give them fair warning,” Marie wondered. “At least then they can’t blame us.” Standing, Marie offered her hand to Lisa, who took it, and rose to her feet. Laughing, they followed the rail to the back of the boat, where their men rested. “Boys, I know you don’t have much experience with all this,” Marie called as they neared their husbands. “But you better put on some sun block or you’ll look like lobster within the hour. The sun’s reflecting off the water and – ” Stan held up his hand with the sun screen. “Got it, Babe. We just got done helping each other get it on. I said, ‘Please help me put it on my back, won’t you?’ And he said, ‘All right Stan.’ And then I said – ” “Well good for you!” Marie said with mock disgust. “Glad you bozos are so helpful to one another… Stop laughing, Lisa!” She glared at her cousin, who was also laughing as Stan, who loved to needle Marie, drawled his drivel. “I can’t help it!” Stan eyed them both, which was a highly rewarding exercise. He absolutely loved Marie’s taste in swimsuits. No, that wasn’t quite correct. Frankly, it could have been a potato sack she was dressed in, and it would likely have had the same effect on him. “Nice,” he said simply, giving Marie a boyish, if not exasperating, grin before dropping his sunglasses again. “C’mon, Lis,” Marie muttered, reaching for her best friend’s hand to whirl her back towards the front of the boat. “Ahhh, don’t be too hard on them,” Lisa giggled. “But that’s exactly how we want them,” Marie cackled, sitting back down on her towel. She’d received what she’d gone back there for: the gleam in her husband’s eye. The truth was, she enjoyed making him horny, and it wasn’t that ‘hard’ of a task. The barbs she traded with her much-loved Stanley didn’t fool anyone. Her cousin had once even suggested it was part of their ‘mating ritual.’ His observation had been ill timed, for even the normally calm and collected Stanley had laughed hard enough to nearly choke on what he’d been eating at the time. The day seemed to pass lazily by. One of the men actually caught a fish, and then struggled to make sure he could release it, so he didn’t have to actually clean it and deal with it. The women alternated between rapid-fire conversation, which was their usual custom, mixed with some mindless fun romance book reading. Late in the afternoon they took a swim together in the river, which was colder than it appeared from the boat. Still later, Stan fired up the mini-grill and cooked up a batch of hamburgers for supper. Driving the boat further down the river so they could see to the west, they set it at anchor and sat together on the bow as the sun disappeared in the west. “Oh, that’s a beautiful view,” Lisa purred. She sat between her husband’s legs, both of them facing the west, listening to the sounds of the water, and feeling the summer warmth that, for the moment, defied the departing of day. They could hear the occasional passing of cars on the highway far away at shore, but it was otherwise quiet, and peaceful. “You sure are,” Marie agreed, reaching for her tanning oil. “The guys are probably sleeping already.” “Think so? I thought they were going to try some fishing.” “Probably with unbaited hooks,” Marie giggled. Moistening her hands with tanning oil, she stretched out her legs, polishing them until they glistened in the bright sunshine. Lisa did the same, loving how the sunshine’s warmth seemed to surround her. She stretched her own legs out, and proceeded to apply the protecting tanning oil, smiling at Marie as she did so. This was going to be fun. They had enough supplies to last for at least a week, if they wanted to, though after a couple days her husband would want to return to his beloved wheat fields. But for now, they could rest in the warm sun, and light breeze. “Can you get my back?” Marie asked, turning herself so Lisa could lend some assistance. Feeling her best friend’s hands rubbing the tanning oil on, she murmured, “Those guys are probably going to look like lobsters unless we warn them to cover up a bit.” “I dunno’,” Lisa giggled. “I think we’re the ones actually showing a little bit more skin.” That was an understatement, and one for which both men were appreciative! “Maybe we better go give them fair warning,” Marie wondered. “At least then they can’t blame us.” Standing, Marie offered her hand to Lisa, who took it, and rose to her feet. Laughing, they followed the rail to the back of the boat, where their men rested. “Boys, I know you don’t have much experience with all this,” Marie called as they neared their husbands. “But you better put on some sun block or you’ll look like lobster within the hour. The sun’s reflecting off the water and – ” Stan held up his hand with the sun screen. “Got it, Babe. We just got done helping each other get it on. I said, ‘Please help me put it on my back, won’t you?’ And he said, ‘All right Stan.’ And then I said – ” “Well good for you!” Marie said with mock disgust. “Glad you bozos are so helpful to one another… Stop laughing, Lisa!” She glared at her cousin, who was also laughing as Stan, who loved to needle Marie, drawled his drivel. “I can’t help it!” Stan eyed them both, which was a highly rewarding exercise. He absolutely loved Marie’s taste in swimsuits. No, that wasn’t quite correct. Frankly, it could have been a potato sack she was dressed in, and it would likely have had the same effect on him. “Nice,” he said simply, giving Marie a boyish, if not exasperating, grin before dropping his sunglasses again. “C’mon, Lis,” Marie muttered, reaching for her best friend’s hand to whirl her back towards the front of the boat. “Ahhh, don’t be too hard on them,” Lisa giggled. “But that’s exactly how we want them,” Marie cackled, sitting back down on her towel. She’d received what she’d gone back there for: the gleam in her husband’s eye. The truth was, she enjoyed making him horny, and it wasn’t that ‘hard’ of a task. The barbs she traded with her much-loved Stanley didn’t fool anyone. Her cousin had once even suggested it was part of their ‘mating ritual.’ His observation had been ill timed, for even the normally calm and collected Stanley had laughed hard enough to nearly choke on what he’d been eating at the time. The day seemed to pass lazily by. One of the men actually caught a fish, and then struggled to make sure he could release it, so he didn’t have to actually clean it and deal with it. The women alternated between rapid-fire conversation, which was their usual custom, mixed with some mindless fun romance book reading. Late in the afternoon they took a swim together in the river, which was colder than it appeared from the boat. Still later, Stan fired up the mini-grill and cooked up a batch of hamburgers for supper. Driving the boat further down the river so they could see to the west, they set it at anchor and sat together on the bow as the sun disappeared in the west. “Oh, that’s a beautiful view,” Lisa purred. She sat between her husband’s legs, both of them facing the west, listening to the sounds of the water, and feeling the summer warmth that, for the moment, defied the departing of day. They could hear the occasional passing of cars on the highway far away at shore, but it was otherwise quiet, and peaceful. “You sure are,” Marie agreed, reaching for her tanning oil. “The guys are probably sleeping already.” “Think so? I thought they were going to try some fishing.” “Probably with unbaited hooks,” Marie giggled. Moistening her hands with tanning oil, she stretched out her legs, polishing them until they glistened in the bright sunshine. Lisa did the same, loving how the sunshine’s warmth seemed to surround her. She stretched her own legs out, and proceeded to apply the protecting tanning oil, smiling at Marie as she did so. This was going to be fun. They had enough supplies to last for at least a week, if they wanted to, though after a couple days her husband would want to return to his beloved wheat fields. But for now, they could rest in the warm sun, and light breeze. “Can you get my back?” Marie asked, turning herself so Lisa could lend some assistance. Feeling her best friend’s hands rubbing the tanning oil on, she murmured, “Those guys are probably going to look like lobsters unless we warn them to cover up a bit.” “I dunno’,” Lisa giggled. “I think we’re the ones actually showing a little bit more skin.” That was an understatement, and one for which both men were appreciative! “Maybe we better go give them fair warning,” Marie wondered. “At least then they can’t blame us.” Standing, Marie offered her hand to Lisa, who took it, and rose to her feet. Laughing, they followed the rail to the back of the boat, where their men rested. “Boys, I know you don’t have much experience with all this,” Marie called as they neared their husbands. “But you better put on some sun block or you’ll look like lobster within the hour. The sun’s reflecting off the water and – ” Stan held up his hand with the sun screen. “Got it, Babe. We just got done helping each other get it on. I said, ‘Please help me put it on my back, won’t you?’ And he said, ‘All right Stan.’ And then I said – ” “Well good for you!” Marie said with mock disgust. “Glad you bozos are so helpful to one another… Stop laughing, Lisa!” She glared at her cousin, who was also laughing as Stan, who loved to needle Marie, drawled his drivel. “I can’t help it!” Stan eyed them both, which was a highly rewarding exercise. He absolutely loved Marie’s taste in swimsuits. No, that wasn’t quite correct. Frankly, it could have been a potato sack she was dressed in, and it would likely have had the same effect on him. “Nice,” he said simply, giving Marie a boyish, if not exasperating, grin before dropping his sunglasses again. “C’mon, Lis,” Marie muttered, reaching for her best friend’s hand to whirl her back towards the front of the boat. “Ahhh, don’t be too hard on them,” Lisa giggled. “But that’s exactly how we want them,” Marie cackled, sitting back down on her towel. She’d received what she’d gone back there for: the gleam in her husband’s eye. The truth was, she enjoyed making him horny, and it wasn’t that ‘hard’ of a task. The barbs she traded with her much-loved Stanley didn’t fool anyone. Her cousin had once even suggested it was part of their ‘mating ritual.’ His observation had been ill timed, for even the normally calm and collected Stanley had laughed hard enough to nearly

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