Sailing lesson [MF]

We had just gotten married. It almost didn’t happen. I’d gone to Fiji and sailed from there to Australia with an old British SAS guy whose autohelm was out.

Great stories there but I’d burned through my travel money and wanted a boat of my own. So I came back to Seattle and my ex was still there and one thing led to another and we got married.

She agreed to go with me and signed us up for sailing lessons. I wouldn’t have bothered but she wasn’t secure enough.

Every weekend we went up to Bellingham and chartered a yacht with instructor and did the ASA sailing course and coast guard navigation class on Wednesday nights.

Most of the sailing instructors had been men but on the last course it was a woman. She was young and pretty and knew less about sailing than either of us. My wife was pissed and also catty.

The wind picked up and we were supposed to learn how to heave to—point upwind and trim the sails so the headsail backfills and the main keeps you pointed straight upwind. This basically stops the boat so you don’t run up on shore or a reef during a storm.

Anyway she couldn’t do it and we couldn’t do it together. And my wife was worried and angry. There wasn’t really any danger, just a fresh breeze, and I was having fun. I said something rude she stormed off down below.

The instructor sat down in the cockpit awkwardly. They were both named Kelsey but totally different personalities and appearance. My wife was tall and thin and very tomboyish while the other kelsey was short and curvy and vivacious. I’d been entertaining fantasies all day about both of them but was now in an awkward spot of having pissed them both off and being stuck on a boat in Puget Sound for two days and nights with two girls mad at me.

I got back to work trimming the sails, adjusting the rudder (all the way over) and hove to.

Kelsey (the instructor) was impressed. She got up and high fived me and called kelsey (my new wife) to come on deck and see what I’d done.

No response. I called her, I apologized, I said something mean, I apologized again. She stayed below..

After a couple minutes she shouted up invectives and profanity I’d never heard from her.

The difference between their two personalities was even greater than their appearance.

Suddenly this new Kelsey seemed much more attractive to me. She was still there next to me after the high five.

We were both holding onto the side stay, her hand below mine. I looked into her eyes — she was staring up at me— and I slowly lowered my hand onto hers, caressing it, but with enough innocence for plausible deniability if she rejected my advance.

She moved closer and held me around the waist and shivered in the wind. She only has on shorts and a tank top with a swim top underneath. It had been relatively warm in the cockpit and a nice sunny day until the wind picked up.

It felt nice having her there and her hair smelled good. But an attack of conscience or caution came over me and I went to the cockpit and called Kelsey (my wife) soothingly through the companionway.

It was dark below and I couldn’t see anything because my eyes had not adjusted from the brightness outside.

Kelsey, I called again, but I only heard a door slam and sobbing.

I sat in the cockpit and Kelsey (the instructor) came and sat next to me.

That was impressive, she complimented my seamanship skills getting the boat hove to. I shrugged it off, worried about my wife.

Forget that bitch, let her pout, she said dismissively.

I was inclined to agree. She leaned in for a kiss and I took it. Her leg wrapped over mine and she lifted my sweatshirt and put a cold hand on my abs. I touched her thigh.

She leaned over my lap and looked up at me, inquisitively, with a cute but not innocent smile. She felt for my cock that was already hardening

The boat was holding steady and had advance maybe only a couple hundred yards through the channel between two islands. The sun was coming back out and the wind slacking. It was getting warm again.

Let’s go forward, she suggested, looking in the dark companionway but gesturing with her head up to the bow.

I stood, and somewhat hastily dumped her out of my lap. Instead of getting angry she got up and grabbed a couple cushions. I took a towel that was handy and we moved forward.

Under the backed jib, flapping in the lessened wind she laid me back on the cushions and straddled me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b2hlvj/sailing_lesson_mf