Judged by Him by Jaye Peaches

waited for him to change into his swim trunks, and the pair headed for the larger heated pool on the lower deck. Maria and Enrique followed with towels and robes, ready for when they finished their aquatic adventures.
    “Will we go out on the speedboat or Jet Skis?” Gemma sucked in air as the cool water rose up her midriff.
    “Plenty of time for that on another day.”
    The length of the pool permitted Jason a handful of strokes before he reached the other side. Barely worth the effort. He drew her into his arms, and she accepted his passionate kisses with relish. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see Maria standing next to Enrique, resting against her lover. It pleased Gemma, seeing the couple relaxed and informal in their stance.
    Jason nibbled on his wife’s neck. “Take a deep breath.”
    She had just enough time to suck air into her lungs before he plunged her below the surface.
    ***
     
    First Gaspar and Modesto, making a pretence at mopping the upper deck, had peered down between sweeps before Ted had sent them on their way. Then the young bosun stood in their place, leering at Gemma with his mouth slightly ajar. Under such observation, Jason kept the play simple. He would save the more exciting water bondage for the smaller pool on the sundeck. Up there, he and Enrique would bind Gemma, and he would have his fun. Not today. Possibly another week. Timing was complicated. He had made further phone calls while Gemma sunbathed and had her treatments. Now, he had to wait for the weekend.
    The boy was too obvious, and Jason had had enough of the peeping Toms.
    “Enrique. Get Esteban!” he called out.
    Esteban appeared swiftly by the poolside.
    Jason gestured to the upper decks. “The audience is unwelcome. If Ted and the deckhands have nothing better to do, they can stay out of sight,” he snarled.
    “Apologies, señor.” Esteban shot off.
    Jason, satisfied they were not being watched, took Gemma to the edge of the pool and turned her around. She rested her arms on the tiles, head tucked down. He tugged on her bikini bottoms, easing them down her thighs. His body drew closer to hers, his cock, released from his swimming trunks by his eager hand, rose up into her tight pussy, which gave inch by inch. Her arms stretched out before her, allowing her to bend and push back against him. His powerful thrusts forced him to grunt with each swing of his hips. He conducted their brief interlude of underwater sex with the same urgency he used when they had sex in the pool in their country mansion. He relished the fluid sensation of moving in water. Mini waves sloshed about their bodies. Gemma tossed her wet hair over her shoulder, arching her back and allowing his hands to cup her swinging breasts. After he came deep inside her, the rippling surface gradually stilled. There he lingered, kissing the back of her neck, calming his breaths in small huffs.
    Resting the side of his head on her back, he faced the main body of the vessel, the two rows of balconies. Something caught his eye on the deck above. He guffawed quietly. Not everyone had resisted viewing him play with his wife. Modesto’s familiar face peeked between the railings, and the moment Jason spied him, he scrambled away. Luckily, Jason had done nothing more than fuck Gemma. What would Modesto have made of him binding her and ducking her in and out of the water—the kind of scene he occasionally did at home in their private indoor pool? It didn’t matter. Modesto’s inquisitive nature didn’t bother Jason as long as he stayed discreet. It might have upset his wife, but Gemma seemed oblivious to their watcher.
    Jason had expected the crew to be curious, and their voyeurism aided his own curiosity. He wanted to know if she would be exhilarated by the observers or unnerved. Her constant reticence at being used in the present of others and her lack of exhibitory daring riled him on occasions. She should be happy to please him regardless of the ambience,