Tales of Dirty Old Man Ch. 06

We headed off to check on Pete and found him at the wheel with Angie sitting on his lap as he steered Rosie. We were further downstream that I expected and I realised that Julia's 'hour' had become three.

"I hope you weren't wasting my valuable sperm earlier," Angie asked with an innocent smile across her face.

"No, I can honestly say I was putting them to a damn good use," I replied, and Simone burst out laughing.

"I know," said Pete, "and so did the all the people watching us navigate the lock. Didn't you hear the round of applause when you two came?"

"Fuck," there was nothing else I could say other to remind myself to close the portholes and skylight next time I made love in the afternoon while cruising!

Revelations

I decided that we may as well moor up near the restaurant we'd had lunch at several days earlier and get into La Rochelle the next day.

Rosie was motionless and I was setting her to rights by the time Mike and Julia joined us. The girls had a whispered conversation, and I heard a red faced Julia exclaim, "Fuck, I enjoy putting a show on for you guys but not for the whole of frigging France."

Pete told her, "That's ok one old guy called out that he would give the pair of you 'dix points'."

I looked at her, "I would have thought we deserve more than that if not for style at least for effort."

We had moored up in a sheltered isolated stretch of the river about two hundred meters below the restaurant and as soon as we were squared away Pete and Angie had strolled up and got us an early reservation in a couple of hours.

We settled down on the deck with several bottles of wine, and Pete gave us description of the resort he had picked out.

"It's on a private island in the South Male Group. There's only nineteen cabins and each comes which its own pool and hot tub, and best of all your own private servant. I've booked the whole thing for twelve days from the twenty-third and they are proposing we time the wedding so that you two get your first married kiss at midnight New Year's Eve." There were lots of coos from the women at that.

"Just how in the hell did you manage to get the whole resort at this short notice, and what's it going to cost me?" I asked.

"The owner is a client, I pulled a few strings and he's agreed to move any other reservations to one of his other resorts. You don't need to pay, all the costs will be covered by the family account." I raised my eyebrows in a mute question. "Oh it's simple, almost everyone in the family has their savings invested in our company, A & R holdings and a small part of their profits and five percent of the company profit each year goes into a account held in the family's name, there's currently well over ten million in it! Ros had the idea originally."

"What do we use it for?"

"Mostly the children's education and any medical bills, and by the way you now control it."

"I what?"

Pete looked at Julia, "you haven't told him have you?" She shook her head.

"Christ, ok it's like this; after Ros died we all expected you to step into her shoes and become the family's figure head. Christ knows you had been doing the job for years. We just didn't know you weren't aware of what you were doing." He shook his head in disbelief.

"So," he continued, "when you disappeared there was no one organising us, so after a lot of debate we decided to become a limited company to give us financial security and everyone in the family became an equal partner. I'm the finance officer and Julia is the chairman; at least she was until she resigned earlier this week and you were unanimously voted in to replace her."

Julia spoke heatedly, "I told you at the time I was only ever a temporary chairman until this dip-shit came to his senses."

"FUCK," was all I could say, and then held my empty glass out for an urgent refill. I drank the glass down in one gulp and looked at them, "and when were you going to tell me this? And for Christ sake let's have no more fucking surprises. Does anyone else have anymore bombshells they would like to get off their chests?"

Two hands were tentatively raised slowly followed by a third as Simone raised hers. I buried my head in my hands then looked at Simone and indicated she should start.

"Err I sort of lied to you, I'm thirty-three, not thirty-two, and I really, really love you," she rushed out. I held out my arms to her and she curled up in my lap with a contented sigh.

"My old lady," I whispered in her ear, and then I turned to the others. "Do I really want to know the rest?" I asked.

I have never seen two grown adults look so sheepish in all my life.

Mike spoke rapidly. "You have been our finance company's Chairman of the Board for the past fifteen years, we use your photo in all our literature and the company's name A & R holdings really stands for Andy & Ros not Arabian and Regional as everyone thinks, and....." his voice tailed off.

"And?"

"You own fifteen percent of the company's stock."

"And we really, really, really love you and want your baby," Angie finished off as she came and squeezed on the lounger beside us and Simone put her arm round her.

"Did Ros know?" I asked intrigued.

Pete nodded and Angie said, "She said not to bother you; she would keep an eye on it, and she did."

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

There are times I thought to myself if she wasn't already dead I would seriously consider killing her, then I cringed at the stupidity of the thought. Sorry love, I thought, I didn't mean it, mind you I mentally told her If you were here, you would be lying over my knees with your knickers round your ankles and your ass in the air as I soundly smacked it.

I looked at the other two, "is there anything I need to know from you?"

"No," said Julia, "other than we really, really, really, really love you, and always will."

"Thank Christ for that."

I held my empty glass out for another urgent top up and as soon as it was full I emptied it.

"Just why am I the Chairman of the Board?" I asked.

"It's quite simple really," Pete explained.

"Nothing you ever do is quite simple," I interrupted.

Peter continued ignoring my dig, "When we started the company, I had a reputation as a financial 'wunderkind', but also as a risk taker which put a few people off, so we invented a conservative company chairman as a foil to me to reassure the potential clients their money would be safe. Whenever there was an issue I would confer with you by phone as you would be on a business trip."

"We had this photo of you in a suit that Ros sent us and she sent more," Angie continued. "It was perfect for what we needed, so you became the chairman, and the company thrived. Now although we don't need the subterfuge any more, we like having you as the chairman. We like seeing you face looking down over us and we've been voting you shares every year as a thank you."

"You have the best corner office in the building and your own secretary," Pete told me, looking at me for approval.

I couldn't help it, I'd been struggling not to laugh for the past couple of minutes but the thought of my own secretary was too much, what the hell did she do all day? That was the final straw. I burst out laughing.

Two rather relieved people looked at me, "You're not mad anymore?" Angie asked. I shook my head in agreement. "Ros said you would be fine with it," she continued.

It was just too good an opportunity not to miss, to seriously tease the pair of them, they had been dropping lots of stuff on me the past day or so, babies, money, fake jobs, time for a bit of payback. I caught Julia's eye and winked.

I sat up and beckoned the pair of them over, "Of course I'm mad. If Ros was here she would have been the first one to go over my knee," Again the mental picture of a naked ass over my knee flash through my mind, the thought was far too good to waste and I decided to put theory into practice. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Julia burying her face into Mike's chest so no one could see her laughing.

"As it is," and I pointed at Pete, "I'm still considering your punishment."

"But you," I said to Angela, "come here and get over my knee." She looked shocked but was in the correct position almost immediately. I pulled her shorts and knickers down and kept her like that for a full minute before the first smack sounded out. I looked up and there was physical evidence that this was turning Pete and Mike on as they both struggled to accommodate their erections in their shorts. Of course, Angela's gorgeous ass and her pussy lips were visible to the men depending on how she squirmed across my lap. Julia was desperately trying not to laugh out loud, and Simone was hanging over my shoulder watching intently, while licking my ear lobe.

I brought my hand down five more times with long pauses between each strike; six of the best I thought, and her cheeks were reddening nicely. The evidence of her arousal was plain to see as her girl juice was liberally oozing from between her labial lips.

"After the pain comes the pleasure," I whispered in her ear and slid my fingers into her dripping cunt and targeted her G spot.

She cried out in pleasure, the first real sound she'd made since bending over my knees, other than the cute little whimpers each time I had struck, and then pushed her ass hard against my fingers.

She smiled up at me and then looked at Pete and blew him a kiss, before crying out again, as my fingers teased her spot and my thumb her clit. She was so aroused it seemed like only a few moments before I felt her orgasm building up then exploding.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuccck," she screamed as a massive orgasm rolled over her and her girl juices squirted out and ran down our legs to pool on the deck below us. My legs were soaked.

Angie collapsed across my legs, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back. Finally, Peter helped her to feet, her legs were still shaking as he took her shorts from the deck and helped her step into them, and he left her sodden knickers laying where they had fallen, absorbing the juices that had puddle round them.

Pete was told to get a mop and bucket from the galley and mop up the puddle before the pungent female juices stained the teak decking, and he looked relived thinking that the task was all that I was going to ask him to do; little did he know! The trouble was I didn't know either, but then as they say revenge is a dish best served cold!

Angie kissed him then came and sat gingerly on my lap throwing her arms round me, "I'm sorry we didn't tell you," she told me, "but if this is a taste of the punishment, I think I want to be naughty all the time."

"Let's be honest I should have listened to what Ros was telling me," I told her, "but I often went around with my head in the clouds."

"What are you going to do to Peter" she wanted to know.

"How about the Chairman visiting the offices and telling him off in-front of all your employees," I mused.

She looked at me in horror, "You wouldn't would you?" She paused and watched Pete taking the mop down below. "At least not when we have clients in the office," she whispered and smiled to herself.

I gave her my best Cheshire cat grin impression.

"Shit, I know that look, what are you planning?" Julia asked.

"What look?" I asked, trying to look innocent.

"That one."

"It's probably best that you don't know?" Julia suggested, "That way you can claim ignorance, that's what I'm going to do."

Pete reappeared, "I don't know about you but I'm hungry and our reservation is in twenty minutes."

The girls hurried below to make themselves presentable. I stood and realised the legs of my shorts were soaked with the evidence of Angie's orgasm, and went to find a clean pair. I walked into the cabin to find Simone rubbing a soothing cream onto Angie's backside, on each cheek was a perfect impression of my hand in red.

I felt guilty and kissed each cheek gently and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I enjoyed it," she murmured.

"If I'm naughty do I get spanked? Simone asked hopefully.

God, what had I started? I grabbed some clean clothing and beat a hasty retreat.

Simone

We walked through the woods to the restaurant, the evening sun shining through the trees created pools of golden light, and each of us reverted to our childhoods and we danced from sunbeam to sunbeam and we arrived in an upbeat mood. We settled round a table on the terrace, in fact it was the same table we had used the first visit earlier in the week.

I ordered a bottle of champagne and when it was poured, I proposed a simple toast, "To us, friends, lovers, family, and," I looked round the table, and ... No more frigging surprises."

"Amen to that," I heard from at least one person.

Round the table the volume of conversation rose and fell as each course was served. I was sitting between Simone and Angela, facing Julia and I felt like the thorn between the roses: three women all of whom loved me in their own special way, and I loved them back.

We had a very pleasant evening, food was excellent and the wine flowed freely, and it was quite late before we left.

We needed torches on the walk back to Rosie, and the journey was made even more interesting by the debate between Angie and Julia as to who was going to get to put the condom on Mike ... and how. By the time we arrived at Rosie they were playing rock, paper, and scissors after Angie refused to let Julia pull the wife card. By the time they got to point of "let's do the best of twenty-one," Pete told them, "If you two don't come to an agreement I'm going to put the bloody thing on him myself!" I couldn't make my mind up if Mike looked horrified or intrigued by the thought.

There was a quick group hug then the other four headed off to the other cabin, while Simone and I curled up on one of the loungers on deck. The stars shone in the pitch-black night sky. Simone shivered in the cool night air and I wrapped my arms round her and we watched for shooting stars.

"I love you; are you sure that you are ok with all this," I asked her. "It's happening so fast."

"I've never been so sure about anything in my life," she replied and pulled my face down to hers and we kissed and it turned into one of the deepest passionate French kisses I'd ever experienced. We broke apart gasping for breath and a bright shooting star arced across the night sky.

"Quick make a wish," I told her, and she looked at me with wonder in her eyes. "Don't tell me or it won't come true."

"I don't need to it's already come true."

I picked her up and carried her to our cabin and slowly undressed her before slipping mine off and joining her on the bed. I ran my fingers over her; I wanted to touch every inch of her body. I started at her feet and worked my way up to her thighs. I kissed the soft hair of her kitty as my fingers continued to work their way up briefly visiting her breasts on their way to her neck and face.

She whimpered and pulled my fingers into her mouth and sucked and kissed them as I moved up and took her nipple in my mouth and felt it grow and harden as I sucked and rolled my tongue round it.

"God, every time you touch me it feels amazing," she murmured. "I've never felt like this before."

"It's you," I told her as I stared into her eyes. "You make me feel like a teenager all over again."

I ran my fingertip gently round her other areole and it crinkled. I smiled to myself, "If you can read Braille do you know the message these bumps tell?"

She shook her head as she moaned.

"They say suck me, tease me, love me."

"Then you must do as they tell you." She pulled my head back to her breast and I gave both of her splendid breasts the attention they rightly deserved. Am I a breast man? Oh yes, when It comes to hers: firm, perky, just the right size. Mind you in Simone's case I'm not just a breast man, I'm a Simone man, every inch of her turns me on.

All the time I could feel her hands running over anywhere she could reach. Her fingertips felt like a feather and my toes curled in pleasure. She followed her fingers with her lips, she urged me onto my back and commenced her assault starting at my face pausing a long time at my mouth as our tongues duelled, and then descending down my neck and onwards down to her ultimate goal, my ridged proud cock.

It's funny how your mind drifts in these moments of pleasure. I had a flashback to a story I'd read online a couple of months ago by a guy with an intriguing name Romantic something, Romantic1 that was it, where his main character described his erections on a scale of one to ten. Well mine had achieved the perfect ten and was struggling to reach the unobtainable eleven by the time Simone reached it. The relief when her mouth enveloped my throbbing glans was tangible, my groan echoed round the boat.

She amazed me by swallowing more and more of my firm shaft down her throat. When most of my shaft was in her mouth she pulled back with a satisfied look on her face.

"Julia had me practising on Mike as a surprise for you."

"Fuck, she always was a perfect teacher," I managed to gasp out, and her head bobbed down again. "Ohh fuck," I cried out. My groans grew louder as she managed to get more of me in each time, and I could feel the muscles in her throat working on my glans. The pleasure was exquisite and I warned her that I wouldn't last long if she carried on like this. This just made her work harder, and it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm building up my balls. Her hand was holding them, and she could feel it building up and she just sucked and squeezed harder.

I couldn't hold back any longer and I came with a shout, and ropes of my jism surged into her mouth filling it until she couldn't hold it all. I watched as she swallowed some, and some escaped to settle in the hair at the base of my shaft.

She brought her mouth up to mine and we shared my cum from her mouth, it was one of the most spiritual feelings I've done in many a year. When her mouth was empty she returned to my still firm cock and licked him clean.

She swung her legs over my hips and slowly, very slowly sank down upon my shaft with a loud moan until I could feel her cervix nestling on my glans. She bent forward so I could touch her breasts and kiss her cum flavoured lips. She started to ride me but with a gesture I made her stop, I wanted to try something slightly different, I don't think I could have achieved it if she hadn't made me so hard. I moved my hips in such a way that the tip of my cock rubbed up against her A spot by her cervix. When I found it her eyes opened wide and she cried out. I kept swinging my cock so it continually rubbed against her A spot and after a few moments I could feel her whole body shaking with the impending build up of her orgasm.

Her cries grew louder and louder repeatedly crying out, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," before finally degenerating into an incoherent scream as her body spasmed in the ultimate orgasm that made every part of her body tremble in ecstasy and unbelievable bliss. Her orgasm lasted a long time, perhaps two or three minutes with Simone writhing, twisting, and moaning above me every second as he entire cunt spasmed around my cock. I'd never made her cum this hard before. She collapsed on my chest, her lips urgently seeking mine in a desperate kiss as her body continued to shake as the orgasm continued to rolled over her.

"What in god's name was that?" She finally asked when she could get her breath back.

"It was an 'A spot' orgasm," I told her in a loving tone.

"I thought that those were a myth. I'd heard about them but I didn't believe anybody could have one!"