Cheating on a yacht in front of her husband

"Darling, get ready quickly! We're going on a yacht!" Innochka excitedly rushed around the room, packing her things into a large beach bag. Towels, swimsuits, various creams, a hat! Innochka put on her hottest swimsuit... two white triangles on her breasts, one on her pubic area, and the rest of it just strings. Shorts on her butt, and she's ready to go. I was captivated: a slender body, small breasts, but with sharply protruding nipples, visible through the contours of a mini-swimsuit, which emphasized her assets even more clearly. I constantly wanted to look at her and admire her. Slender with very long legs, a thin waist and a delightful butt, she looked sexy! Her boss's jeep pulled up to the house! Deputy Chief Sergei was driving, and Second Deputy Chief Viktor was in the back seat. I was seated in the front seat, and Innochka in the back seat between Viktor and Pyotr Petrovich! Sergey turned up the music and pressed the gas pedal! And with the music so loud, I couldn't hear what was going on in the back seat! And looking back was somehow awkward. The trip lasted about an hour and a half, and here we are at the pier! Innochka got out of the car, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining, she tried not to look at me, but I managed to notice that her lipstick was slightly smudged, and the button on her shorts was unbuttoned! Pyotr Petrovich cordially invited us aboard a small but fast vessel, gently bobbing on the waves. A large sign on the side read "INNA." I was surprised by the yacht's name, even though I knew my wife was cheating on me with Pyotr Petrovich! The snow-white vessel, its engines purring, headed out into the clear water. Pyotr Petrovich generously allowed Innochka to take the helm, which delighted my wife. She confidently steered the vessel, albeit under Pyotr Petrovich's watchful eye, and I realized she'd been on this yacht before, perhaps more than once. She pulled the lever, and the vessel, its engine roaring, shot forward, rapidly increasing speed. And the yacht meanwhile set course for the remote islands, usually visited by few. Soon we dropped anchor near a small island, and everyone immediately jumped into the water to cool off! I noticed that Sergei and Viktor were also carrying decent-sized instruments in their swimming trunks, no smaller than Pyotr Petrovich's, and Innochka was sneaking glances at them. “Oh, boys, I can’t swim,” my wife chirped, to which everyone immediately offered their help. Pyotr Petrovich put his powerful palms under her, Innochka lay down with her tummy on them, she happily swung her arms and legs, and he supported her and walked with her pretending that she was swimming, I noticed that one of his palms was under her tummy, and with the other he was squeezing my wife’s breast! Innochka stood on the bottom, stretched her arms upward, exposing her body to the sun's rays. Her nipples showed even more clearly through the wet fabric of her swimsuit, turning me on even more. She was glowing with happiness! "Well, yeah," I thought, "it looks like Pyotr Petrovich is already having fun with you, he's just rubbed his nipples in the water, remembering the smeared lipstick, and she probably managed to suck him off on the way." That's what I thought, and as it turned out later, in the backseat on the road, Pyotr Petrovich was fucking her, and she was sucking Viktor off. Inna set the table, which soon became laden with fruit, appetizers, and drinks. Everyone sat down together. They drank. The alcohol loosened everyone up. Under the rustling of the sea waves, the men chatted casually and enthusiastically about life. Innochka, off to the side of the table, combined business with pleasure, sunbathing in a chair, exposing her body to the sun's rays. Occasionally, she ran her fingers over her bra, where her nipples were. I noticed that her nipples were beginning to protrude through the fabric of her swimsuit. Soon, Innochka went to the bow of the yacht, laid out a towel, and lay down on the deck, exposing her body to the scorching sun. She would show them her flat tummy and her little round buns! I'd long ago figured out the plan for me! Sergei and Victor's mission was simple: get me drunk so I wouldn't bother my wife and Pyotr Petrovich, but I was sorely mistaken! I guessed this, so I took pills in advance that weakened the effects of alcohol. Noticing that I seemed to be back to normal and paying little attention to anything, Pyotr Petrovich grabbed a bucket of ice and champagne and headed toward Innochka. I was sitting with my back to them and couldn't see what was happening on the yacht's bow! A little later, I muttered that I needed to go to the bathroom and, drunkenly, descended into the hold. After quickly relieving myself, I quietly made my way to the forward cabin, from where I could see and hear everything perfectly. Pyotr Petrovich squatted next to my wife. Inna lay on a towel facing him, sipping shamanic infusion. Setting her champagne glass on the deck, Innochka pulled the strip of fabric aside, revealing her shaved pubic area and slit, and slowly spread her legs. Her labia parted, revealing her most intimate possession. And Pyotr Petrovich stared lustfully at the shaved slit. Their gazes met. Smiling slyly, Innochka, pushing the fabric of her swimsuit top aside, inserted her finger into her mouth, moistened it with saliva, and began slowly circling her swollen nipples. Her nipples hardened, her labia became moist. Her clitoris grew larger. Her hand slid down and rested on her pubic mound. Her playful fingers tugged at the bead and caressed the entrance to her vagina. I noticed that Pyotr Petrovich's penis no longer fit in his swimming trunks, and the head was sticking out. Innochka put the glass down, quickly looked towards the table, and began to stroke his penis through the fabric of his swimming trunks, making a few movements and she drank champagne again. “Let me put some on your back, otherwise you’ll get sunburned and I’ll have to fuck you doggy style,” he laughed! Innochka lay on her tummy. Rubbing cream into my wife's back, he rubbed his rapidly growing member against the delicious bulges. Innochka's sounds grew louder. And then it occurred to me she was purring like a cat. Strong male hands turned my wife over. She shuddered in surprise, her eyes wide, a sly smile frozen on her lips. After caressing her belly, his hand moved higher, reaching her enticing little breasts with their erect nipples. Pyotr Petrovich caressed Innochka's breasts, her swimsuit completely uninhibited. She grew even more aroused. The man wrapped her in a tight embrace, pressing her to his powerful chest. Leaning down, he kissed her passionately. “Petya, you’re crazy,” moaned Innochka, throwing her head back. “It’s still too early. What if Lesha sees it?” "Just wait a bit, my dear! The boys will soon send yours to the cradle! And then I'll give you a hard time," he smiled. "I'll be right back." Pyotr Petrovich stroked her tummy and went to the table. I quickly returned to the table as well. Pyotr Petrovich looked at me, "Lyosha, you're completely drunk! Guys, help Lesha get to bed." After supposedly putting me to bed, Sergey and Victor also walked to the bow of the yacht and sat down next to the lovers. Pyotr Petrovich understood everything. “You’re still out cold,” the man whispered passionately in her ear, “and in the meantime, we could do something.” "What's that?" Innochka asked with a slutty smile. Instead of answering, Pyotr Petrovich pulled her toward him and kissed my wife passionately. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. It was clear that Innochka was desperate for sex. She touched his protruding manhood and playfully squeezed it. Without breaking the lingering kiss, Pyotr Petrovich removed his swimming trunks. “I can’t stand it anymore,” she whispered hotly, “Me too,” groaned Pyotr Petrovich. She deftly twisted her body and approached his groin. His erect penis pressed against her face. Innochka greedily wrapped her lips around the head. Slowly, with relish, she swallowed him. She wasn't at all embarrassed by the fact that there were two other men watching them. I could see that this time, the penis entered her mouth more easily; she must have given Pyotr Petrovich many blow jobs. Slowly moving her head, Innochka allowed the penis to withdraw almost completely, and then she lowered her mouth back onto it, almost two-thirds of the way; it couldn't fit any more. Her body trembled with excitement. A fire of passion flared within her. Innochka was overwhelmed by a wave of wild desire. Her bathing suit panties became damp at her groin. She began to wet. Pyotr Petrovich moaned with pleasure. - God, how good! I felt glued to the deck. I bit my lower lip in excitement. A cold sweat broke out, and my heart pounded wildly with excitement. My shorts bulged sharply around my groin. My penis was growing treacherously, Meanwhile, strong arms easily lifted my wife's body. He positioned Innochka on all fours. She spread her legs wide and arched her back, her ass sticking out sexily. He entered her from behind, holding her by her narrow waist. His shaft penetrated her heated pussy firmly but carefully. Innochka shuddered and let out a soft cry. Spreading her vaginal walls, his penis disappeared entirely into the cavern of voluptuousness. Her vaginal muscles gripped him tightly, giving Pyotr Petrovich incredible pleasure. He began to move his piston, increasing the tempo with each thrust. I watched his cock press her lips inward and then push them outward. Innochka's body shook in time with his thrusts; he held her tightly, first by her narrow waist, then by her breasts, which were simply lost in his large palms. I couldn't tear my eyes away from my wife's ass, where Pyotr Petrovich's healthy penis was moving between the two halves. And now I could hear smacking sounds coming from her vagina. I looked at Innochka, completely stunned by arousal and joy, my breath caught in my throat. And my wife continued to shamelessly give herself to her boss. Pyotr Petrovich's penis rhythmically and furiously penetrated her pussy, tightly gripped by her vaginal walls. Breathing raggedly, he moved his pelvis passionately, increasing the tempo. Innochka closed her eyes, alternately licking and biting her lips. Waves of pleasure washed over her one after another. A few particularly strong thrusts and she began to convulse. Waves of bliss washed over her, spreading throughout her body. Innochka screamed loudly and, a moment later, wet, breathing hoarsely, and exhausted, nearly collapsed onto the deck. If Pyotr Petrovich hadn't grabbed her by the lapels at that moment! "She finished quickly!" he stated with pleasure. After waiting a moment, he began to thrust into Innochka at a furious pace, slapping his balls against her pubic area. She moaned and thrashed in his arms like a doll. Her body arched, and another orgasm washed over her. Innochka came a second time and tried to slide off his cock, but Pyotr Petrovich held her tightly by the waist, preventing her from doing so. Before he came, he wrapped her hair around his fist and turned her to face him. He thrust his penis into her mouth and closed his eyes, throwing his head back, opening his mouth slightly, and grunted. The hot flesh pulsed, ejecting streams of liquid that instantly filled my wife's mouth. There was so much sperm that she couldn't swallow it all, and it flowed down her lips and chin. Afraid of choking, Innochka released his penis from her mouth. Streams splashed onto her face, her hair, and ran down her chest. Having swallowed all she could, Innochka, glowing with pleasure, fell to the deck, greedily inhaling air.