A weekend away, to a fancy boat town, expensive, stuffy. It was the kind of town that locals gave you the full up and down on the way past. They could price out the cost of every article of clothing, from shoes, to handbag, and watch, by the time it took their eyes to hit your feet.

I always feel uncomfortable around these people. I wasn't raised like this, and I disliked playing the money game, but, as my husband said "We have every right to be here too, and we can be ourselves"

"ourselves" tends to stick out in a place like this, and while I don't care to change for these people I don't like, my husband, on the other hand, seems to relish sticking out. He's the one in the flip flops, around everyone else's Louis Vuitton Moccasins, he was the bloody rare steak at a table of Tilapia... he was primal.

We did the normal puttering around town; book shops, antiques, real estate listing in windows. Until of course he had a surprise for me, he walked us to the docks, and pointed out a boat, "Get on" he said simply.

I wasn't prepared, I was so unprepared I was actually peeved, "clothes, honey" I started the list, "sunscreen, water, food, WINE"

He laughed as he helped me from dock to boat, steadying me on the way in.

"All taken care of" he said, smacking me on the ass, and walking me to the front of the ship, "watch your head" he said guiding me below the bow.

The boat was big, but not overly so, 30 feet, and just enough room up front filled with everything he said he'd taken care of. A bottle of Rose, a cooler full of food, sunscreen, and a skimpy white bikini.

"Oh boy" I thought as I felt the boat pull away from the dock, the usual clunks and sputters of the motor kicking back and forth from reverse to forward and back again. Then the arduous slow trawl away from the docked boats, careful not to create any wake.

I slide out of my clothes and into the bikini, it felt like silk against my skin. I fumbled in the darkness pulling the three tiny triangles that he called a bikini over my nipples, and vagina.

"this one barely covers" I yelled to him from the bow.

"That really doesn't matter" he laughed, as he sped up into the center of the lake. The slow putter turning into a gliding bob up and down over the serene water. I stayed in the dark , poured myself a glass of wine and took some heavy sips.

Finally, I felt the engine cut, and the world went silent.

"are you dressed?" he asked

Before I could finish saying yes, I heard the rip of a canvas top. The front of the ship was only covered by a removable tarp. Suddenly I went from my dark cavern, to a chair in the middle of the lake.

My head spun slowly, realizing we had stopped in the center of the lake, surrounded by boats in various states of rest, topped with the same snooty people I had tried to avoid on land.

I became aware of myself suddenly, a tiny micro-mini barely covering me up front. Three strips of sheer fabric that perfectly outlined my naked body, and out back, two single lengths of string, one barely covering my back, and the other swallowed whole in my ass.

"help me drop the anchor?" he asked as he pulled it out of a small compartment up front, and handed it to me.

I stepped up on the chair and noticed the stares of every husband on the lake as I dropped the anchor over the side. The splash of the water doused me thoroughly, and before the anchor even found bottom, I realized my sheer bathing suit disappeared with the water.

Somewhere behind me my husband was smiling, and so was I. I realized I was there as an accessory on his arm, better than any Patek Philippe. HIs slutty little trophy sitting up front on his boat, like a rolls Royce angel.

So I played the part, Layed on my back for some sun, my dark nipples on display. My pussy was so moist the bottoms went clear too, and the bikini was reduced to white frames around the best parts of my body.

People would ride by slowly, staring daggers, and we'd wave. Sometimes I'd flip over just as they rode by so they wouldnt miss anything.

Eventually my husband joined me up front, topping off my rose, and standing ever so close to my hand, letting me know it was time to rub him discreetly.

We teased and played all day until it was time to go home. I was dripping wet, ready for "bed" but we had to stop for gas before getting back to the dock.

The engine was cut, as we pulled up. "Could you throw the young man a rope?" my husband asked, "they're under your seat"

I knew what he wanted, he wanted me to lean over, ass towards man, and dig looking for that rope. Well, not before quietly sliding my panty to the side, and stumbling up like I'd just gotten out of a nap.

I dug long and hard, I did not bend at the knee, and I all butt held open my pussy and asshole for this cute young man. He was bright red by the time I threw him the rope... I was impressed he caught it to be honest.

I've never felt so objectified up until that point in my life... and I wished it would last forever