The cooler lid banged shut and I latched it, salt already drying in white lines across my forearms. The boat rocked gently beneath us, the engine still ticking as it cooled, and the morning sun had climbed high enough to burn through the last of the haze. We'd made it out past the buoys before the beach crowd even stirred, the rental shack just a smudge of white on the shore behind us.

"This was a good idea," Karen said, stretching her arms over her head. Her bikini top rode up, showing a strip of pale skin beneath. "Much better than sharing a towel with the tide."

David was already reaching into the cooler, pulling out a beer. He cracked it open and took a long swallow, his eyes finding me over the rim. "Your friend's full of good ideas."

"I'm full of something," Karen said, and she laughed, low and easy, the sound carrying flat over the open water.

Deb and Lisa were sprawled on the bench seat, their legs tangled together, sunscreen gleaming on their shoulders. Lisa had her phone out, snapping a picture of the shoreline, and Deb was watching Karen with a look I knew — the same look she'd had on the beach yesterday, her hand already drifting toward her own thigh.

The boat drifted on the slack tide, the anchor line going taut and loose in a slow rhythm. The fiberglass hull was warm under my bare feet, the inch of water in the bottom cool where the sun hadn't reached it. I leaned back against the gunwale and let the heat settle into my skin, the beer cold against my palm.

"So," Karen said, and there was something in her voice that made me open my eyes. She was standing now, her shadow falling across me. "Before we go home."

I watched her reach behind her neck and untie the string of her bikini top. No ceremony, no teasing glance around to see who was watching. She just pulled it away and let it drop to the wet fiberglass, her breasts bare and brown from the sun, her nipples already tight.

"Jesus, Karen," I said, and my voice came out half a laugh. "You don't waste time."

"Waste it on what?" She tossed the top onto the bench. "The view's not getting any better."

Deb made a small sound, and Lisa's phone went still in her hand.

Karen's shorts followed, pushed down over her hips and kicked aside, and she stood there naked in the bottom of the boat, the sun catching the water beaded on her skin. She looked at David, and I saw his throat move as he swallowed.

"You said you wanted a turn," I said, and my voice came out rougher than I meant it to.

Karen smiled. "I said I needed one."

"You two planning this?" David asked, but he was already shifting on the bench, making room.

"I planned it the second I saw him in those shorts," Karen said, and she stepped over the bench and swung her leg across David's lap, settling onto him where he sat against the gunwale. He was already hard — I could see it straining against his shorts, and she reached down and hooked her fingers into the waistband, pulling them down just enough to free him.

"Let me," I said, and I moved before I thought about it, kneeling in the inch of water between them. The fiberglass was rough under my knees, the salt water cool against my shins. I reached up and took his cock in my hand, feeling the heat of it, the weight, the way it jumped against my palm.

"Look at you," Karen said, and there was something soft in her voice. "Down on your knees for me."

"Don't get used to it."

Karen's hand closed over mine. "Together."

We guided him to her, and I felt the moment she sank down — the slick heat of her cunt closing around him, the way her breath caught and then released in a long, slow sigh. Her thighs pressed against my shoulders, salt and sunscreen on her skin, and I could smell her, that intimate musk that cut through everything else.

"Fuck," she breathed, and she rolled her hips, taking him deeper. "God, David. You feel—" She didn't finish. She just did it again, slower, and her eyes fluttered shut.

David's hands came up to her hips, gripping hard, and the boat rocked with the motion of her. I stayed where I was, kneeling between them, my hands on her thighs, feeling the muscles working under the skin as she rode him.

"You're just going to watch?" Karen said, and there was a smile in her voice.

I looked up at her. Her head was tipped back, her throat working, the sun catching the sweat on her collarbone. She looked down at me, and her eyes were dark, half-lidded.

"I'm not watching," I said.

"Then what are you doing down there?"

"Waiting for an invitation."

She laughed, low and breathless. "You've had one since the barn."

I leaned in and put my mouth on her. She was slick — from the water, from him, from her own heat — and I tasted salt and something darker, that taste I knew from my own fingers in the dark. Her clit was swollen against my tongue, and she made a sound, sharp and surprised, her hips stuttering.

"Jesus," Deb said, from somewhere above me. "Jodi."

I didn't look up. I kept my mouth on Karen, my tongue flat against her, lapping at her while she fucked my husband. I could feel him inside her — not with my mouth, but with the way her cunt gripped him, the way her thighs tightened around my head with every thrust. The boat rocked, the water slapping against the hull, and Karen's hand came down to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.

"Just like that," she said, her voice gone thick. "Don't stop. Fuck, Jodi, right there."

I didn't. I held her open with my fingers and licked her, slow and deliberate, while she rode him. I could hear David's breathing, rough and uneven, and the wet sound of them coming together, and I felt my own cunt clench around nothing, aching.

"You like that?" David's voice was strained, barely there. "You like watching her eat you out while you ride me?"

"Yes," Karen gasped. "God, yes. She's—" Her hips stuttered. "She's so good at that."

"She's good at everything," he said, and I felt the words land in my chest, warm and heavy.

Karen's cry carried flat and far over the open water, nothing to bounce it back, just the sound of her falling apart in the bottom of a rented boat. Her thighs closed around my ears, and I kept licking her through it, feeling the pulses of her orgasm against my tongue, until she went limp above me.

"Oh my God," she breathed, and her hand fell away from my hair. "Oh my God."

She lifted off David with a shaky laugh, settling back against the gunwale, her chest heaving. Her skin was flushed, slick with sweat, and she looked at me with something like wonder.

"I think I'm going to need a minute," she said.

I sat back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My knees were raw from the fiberglass, and there was water in my shorts, and I didn't care. David was still hard, his cock slick with her, and I could see the way he was looking at me — hungry, dark, the same look he'd given me in the barn, in the shower, on the beach.

"You're not done," I said to him.

"I'm not even close."

Deb moved before I could. She swung her leg over David's lap, her hand already reaching down to guide him in, and I watched her sink onto him with a moan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in her chest. Her weight settled onto him, and she started to move, slow and rolling, her hands braced on his shoulders.

"Oh," she breathed, and her head tipped back. "Oh, that's—"

"Good?" David's hands found her waist.

"Shut up." But she was smiling, her eyes still closed. "Just— don't move. Let me—"

Lisa moved in beside me, her hand finding the back of my neck. Her fingers were cool against my sun-warmed skin, and she leaned in close, her mouth at my ear.

"Your turn to watch," she said, and there was something in her voice I hadn't heard before — low, rough, wanting.

I looked at her. Her eyes were dark, her lips parted, and I could see the pulse beating in her throat. She was watching Deb ride my husband, and her hand was still on my neck, not moving, just there.

"I've been watching all morning," I said.

"Watching's different." Her thumb traced the line of my jaw. "Watching's the part where you feel it in your own skin."

I turned back to them. Deb had found her rhythm, her hips rolling in a slow circle, and David's hands were on her waist, guiding her. The boat rocked with them, the sun hot on my skin, and I could taste Karen still on my tongue.

Two more rides to go, and my mouth was still wet with her.

Deb's rhythm changed, her hips picking up speed, and I watched the muscles in her back shift under her skin, the way she braced herself on David's shoulders and took what she wanted. Her head was down, hair falling across her face, and I could hear the wet sound of her cunt gripping him, the slap of her thighs against his. David's jaw was tight, his eyes closed, and his hands had moved from her waist to her ass, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks.

"That's it," Deb breathed, and her voice was wrecked, barely there. "God, that's it. Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping." David's voice was rough, strained. "You feel incredible."

"Yeah?" She laughed, breathless. "You feel pretty incredible yourself."

"You two are going to make me come before I'm ready," he said, and there was a warning in it, a smile.

"Then don't." Deb's hips slammed down harder. "Hold it. I'm close. I'm so close."

Lisa's hand tightened on the back of my neck, a small pressure, and I felt her shift closer beside me. Her thigh pressed against mine, warm and slick with sunscreen, and I could smell her too now — that same intimate musk, cut with coconut oil and sweat. She didn't say anything, just watched, her breathing slow and even, and I could feel the heat coming off her skin.

I reached down without thinking, my hand finding the waistband of my own shorts. The fabric was wet from the water in the bottom of the boat, clinging to me, and I pushed it down just enough to slide my fingers inside. I was soaked — had been since Karen first swung her leg over David — and the feel of my own fingers against my clit made me gasp, sharp and sudden.

Lisa heard it. Her hand left my neck and found my wrist, stilling it. "Not yet," she said, and her voice was low, almost a whisper. "I want to watch you wait."

"That's cruel," I said, but I didn't pull away.

"You'll thank me later."

I looked at her. Her eyes were dark, her lips parted, and there was a flush spreading across her chest. She held my gaze for a long moment, and then she let go of my wrist, her hand settling on my thigh instead, her thumb tracing a slow circle on the inside of my knee.

"You're not even watching them," I said.

"I'm watching you watch them." She smiled, slow. "That's the better show."

Deb's moans were getting louder, more urgent, and I turned back to watch her. She was riding him hard now, her hips slamming down, and David's hands were gripping her ass, guiding her, his own hips thrusting up to meet her. The boat was rocking with them, the water slapping against the hull, and I could see the sweat running down Deb's spine, catching the sun.

"Fuck," she gasped, and her head fell back. "I'm close. I'm so close."

"Come on," David said, and his voice was a growl. "Come on, Deb. Let go."

"I can't— I'm—"

"You can. I've got you."

David's eyes opened, finding mine over her shoulder. He was looking at me, not at her, and his voice was rough when he spoke. "Look at her, Jodi. Watch her come on my cock."

I did. I watched Deb's face contort, watched her mouth fall open, watched her body shudder as she came, her cunt clenching around him, her thighs trembling. She cried out, a sound that carried flat and far over the open water, and then she collapsed forward onto David's chest, her breathing ragged, her skin slick with sweat.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her face pressed into his shoulder. "Oh my God."

David held her, his hands smoothing down her back, and I saw him look at me again over her shoulder. His cock was still hard inside her, and I could see the way his jaw was tight, the way he was holding back. He hadn't come yet. He was waiting.

Lisa's hand squeezed my thigh. "Your turn," she said, and there was something in her voice I hadn't heard before — low, rough, wanting. "Watch me take him."

Lisa's hand left my thigh, and she stood. No hesitation, no glance around the boat to check who was watching — she just moved, the way Karen had moved, like the decision had been made hours ago and she was only now letting her body catch up. Her cover-up had been gone since the anchor dropped, and she was already down to the bottom half of her bikini, the top long discarded on the bench with Karen's.

She swung her leg over David's lap, slow and deliberate, and I watched the muscles in her thigh flex as she settled her weight onto him. Her knees found the fiberglass on either side of his hips, and she reached down between them, her fingers closing around his cock. He was slick from Deb, still glistening, and I watched her guide him to her, watched her hold him at her entrance for a long, aching moment.

Then she sank down.

The sound she made was small, almost lost — a breath that caught and then released, her mouth falling open, her eyes finding mine over her shoulder. She took him slow, inch by inch, her body opening for him, and I felt my own cunt clench around nothing, felt the ache that had been building since Karen first swung her leg over him.

"Oh," she breathed, and her head tipped back. "Oh, God."

David's hands found her hips, gripping, and I watched his jaw tighten. He was holding back, the same way he'd held back with Deb, but there was something different in his face now. Something sharp, hungry.

"You feel that?" he said, and his voice was rough. "You feel how wet you are?"

Lisa's answer was a moan, her hips rolling in a slow circle. She was riding him the way Deb had, but slower, deeper, like she was trying to memorize the feel of him inside her. Her hands came up to brace on his shoulders, and she looked at me again, her eyes dark and half-lidded.

"You're watching," she said, and there was a smile in her voice.

"You told me to."

"I know." She rolled her hips again, and her breath caught. "I wanted you to see."

I didn't look away. I couldn't. I watched her ride my husband, watched the way her body took him, the way her breasts moved with the motion, the way her thighs worked under her skin. She was beautiful like this — open, wanting, unguarded in a way I'd never seen her. And she was looking at me the whole time, like I was the one she was performing for.

"You like watching?" she asked, and her voice was thick.

"I like watching you."

She laughed, low and breathless. "That's not what I asked."

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. "Yes," I said. "I like watching."

Her hips picked up speed, her rhythm finding a new edge, and David's hands tightened on her waist. He was watching her too, but his eyes kept finding me, dark and knowing, and I could see the way his cock moved inside her with every thrust, the way she gripped him.

"She's so tight," David said, and his voice was strained. "God, Jodi. She's so fucking tight."

"Don't come yet," I said, and my own voice came out rough. "Not yet."

"I'm not." He laughed, a sound that was almost a groan. "She's not making it easy."

Lisa's head fell forward, her hair spilling across her face, and I watched her mouth fall open as she rode him harder. Her hands were gripping his shoulders now, her nails digging in, and her hips were slamming down with a rhythm that was losing its shape, getting wilder.

"I'm close," she gasped. "God, I'm so close."

"Look at me," I said, and I didn't know where the words came from. "Lisa. Look at me."

Her head came up, her eyes finding mine, and they were dark, glazed, barely there. She looked at me while she rode my husband, her mouth open, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and I watched the moment she fell apart.

Her cry was sharp, almost a scream, and she threw her head back, her body shuddering around him. Her cunt clenched him in waves, and I could see it in the way her thighs trembled, the way her whole body seized and then went slack. David held her through it, his hands gripping her hips, and I watched his face contort as he fought to hold back.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, Lisa."

She collapsed forward onto his chest, her breathing ragged, her skin slick with sweat. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pressed her face into his shoulder, and I watched her shudder again, a small aftershock running through her.

"Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh my God."

David's hands smoothed down her back, and he looked at me over her shoulder. His cock was still hard inside her, and I could see the strain in his jaw, the way he was holding himself back.

"You're not done," I said.

"I know." His voice was rough. "I'm waiting."

Waiting for me.

I could feel it, the weight of it, the way the whole boat had gone quiet except for the water slapping against the hull. Deb was leaning back against the gunwale, her eyes half-closed, her hand still between her legs. Karen was watching me, a small smile on her face, her chin propped on her hand.

Lisa lifted her head from David's shoulder, and her eyes found mine. She was flushed, wrecked, beautiful, and she looked at me for a long moment before she spoke.

"Your turn," she said, and her voice was soft. "Really your turn."

She lifted off David with a shaky laugh, settling back against the bench beside Karen. Her hand found my wrist as she passed, pulling me gently, and I felt the heat of her skin against mine.

"Go on," she said. "He's waited long enough."

Her fingers curled around my wrist, and the pull was gentle but certain, the way she'd pulled me into the dance at Karen's wedding, the way she'd pulled me out of my own head a hundred times over the years. But this was different. This pull had heat in it, and I felt it travel up my arm, down my spine, settling low in my belly.

I stood.

The deck of the boat was warm under my bare feet, the fiberglass rough with salt. My thighs were slick, had been slick since Karen took her turn, since Deb took hers, since I'd watched all of them take my husband's cock and ridden the ache of it myself. I hadn't touched myself once. That was the game. That was the rule I'd set without saying it out loud, and everyone on this boat knew it.

David's eyes found me as I moved toward him, and I watched the strain in his jaw ease, just a fraction. He'd been holding himself back for all of them, waiting for me. I could see it in the way his hands flexed on his thighs, the way his cock stood slick and hard, still wet from Lisa's cunt, still glistening in the afternoon light.

I swung my leg over him.

The position was familiar — I'd straddled him a thousand times in our bed, in the shower, against the barn wall, on the beach in front of strangers. But it wasn't the same, and we both knew it. The boat rocked gently beneath us, the water slapping against the hull, and I could feel every eye on me. Karen's smile. Deb's half-lidded gaze. Lisa's breath still ragged from her own orgasm.

I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hot, swollen, the skin stretched tight, and I felt him throb against my palm. He was slick with all of them — Lisa's wetness, Deb's, his own pre-cum — and I spread it along the length of him, slow, deliberate, watching his face the whole time.

"You waited," I said.

"I told you I was waiting."

"I know." I lined him up with my entrance, felt the heat of him against me, the ache that had been building all afternoon finally finding its answer. "I wanted to make sure you did."

I sank down.

The stretch was exquisite, familiar and new all at once. He filled me the way he always did, the way he'd filled me this morning on the beach, the way he'd filled me a hundred times before, but there was something different now. The weight of his hands on my hips. The salt on his skin. The knowledge that everyone on this boat was watching me take him, that they'd all had him and now he was mine.

"Fuck," I breathed, and my head fell back. "God, David."

"Feel good?" His voice was rough, strained, and I could hear the effort it took him to keep still.

"You know it does." I rolled my hips, slow, letting myself feel every inch of him inside me. "You always do."

His hands tightened on my waist, and I felt his fingers dig into my skin, anchoring me. The boat rocked with the motion of my hips, and I heard Karen's low laugh from somewhere behind me, but I didn't look. I couldn't. My eyes were on David's, and his were on mine, dark and hungry and full of something that made my chest ache.

"Look at you," he said, and his voice was barely a whisper. "Riding me in front of everyone."

"You like it."

"I love it." His hands slid up my sides, under the edge of my bikini top, and I felt his thumbs brush the underside of my breasts. "I love watching you take what you want."

I leaned forward, my hands braced on his shoulders, and I rode him harder. The angle changed, his cock pressing against a spot that made my vision blur, and I heard my own moan, low and throaty, swallowed by the sound of the water. His mouth found my neck, my shoulder, and I felt his teeth graze my skin, felt the bruise he'd left this morning pulse under his lips.

"You're so wet," he murmured against my throat. "So fucking wet for me."

"I've been wet all afternoon." I rolled my hips in a circle, grinding down on him, feeling him hit me deep. "Watching you with them. Watching you fuck them. I've been soaked since we got on this boat."

His groan was a vibration against my skin, and I felt his cock twitch inside me. "Jodi."

"Don't come yet." I pulled back, just enough to look at him, and I saw the desperation in his eyes. "Not yet. I'm not done with you."

I rode him slow, then, drawing it out, letting the tension build until I could feel it in my own thighs, in the ache between my legs, in the way my breath came short and sharp. His hands were everywhere — my hips, my waist, my breasts, my face. He cupped my jaw and pulled me down to kiss him, and I tasted Lisa on his lips, tasted Deb, tasted the salt of the sea and the sweetness of the beer we'd drunk on the way out.

"You're mine," I whispered against his mouth. "Right now, you're mine."

"Always." His voice was hoarse. "Always yours, Jodi."

I sped up, my hips finding a rhythm that was all my own, and I felt the pressure building low in my belly, felt my cunt clench around him with every thrust. He was hitting me deep now, the angle perfect, and I could feel myself getting close, could feel the edge approaching like a wave building out on the open water.

"Look at me," I said, and my voice was breathless. "David. Look at me when I come."

His eyes found mine, dark and locked on, and I watched his face as I fell apart.

The orgasm crashed over me, sudden and total, and I heard my own cry, sharp and raw, swallowed by the sound of the water and the creak of the boat. My cunt clenched around him in waves, pulling him deeper, and I felt his hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he held me through it, his own groan low and desperate in his throat.

"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck, Jodi."

I rode out the last aftershocks, my body trembling, my breath ragged, and I opened my eyes to find him still watching me, his face tight with the effort of holding back. I could feel how close he was, could feel the way his cock throbbed inside me, and I smiled, slow and knowing.

"Now," I said. "Come inside me. Now."

He didn't need to be told twice. His hands locked on my hips and he drove up into me, hard and fast, his own rhythm taking over as he chased his release. I held him tight, my legs wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck, and I felt him come, felt his cock pulse inside me, felt the hot rush of his cum filling me, and I gasped at the feeling of it, at the intimacy of it, at the knowledge that everyone on this boat was watching.

"Jodi," he groaned, and his voice broke on my name. "Jodi."

I held him through it, my forehead pressed to his, my breath mingling with his, and I felt the last shudder run through him before he went slack, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me close.

For a long moment, no one spoke. The boat rocked gently, the water lapping against the hull, and I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, slow and steady. His cum was leaking out of me, running down my thighs, and I felt the warmth of it, the proof of what we'd just done.

"Well," Karen said, and her voice was dry, amused. "I think that's the best show we've had all afternoon."

I laughed, the sound shaky and breathless, and I lifted my head from David's shoulder. Karen was leaning back against the gunwale, her arms crossed, her smile wide. Deb was watching me with a look I couldn't quite read, her hand still between her legs, and Lisa was flushed, her eyes bright, her hand pressed to her chest like she was trying to steady her heart.

"Your turn," Lisa said, and her voice was soft. "Really your turn."