Unexpected Threesome Ch. 28

The girls were two cocktails in and had broken off from the last details of the dancing episode to choose the wine for lunch, when Mohea arrived with the entrees. I'd been going easier, knowing someone had to stay sober enough to drive the RIB home.

It was probably just in time. With her inhibitions dropping with every sip of her drink, Ellen gave every impression of being ready to slip under the table and give me a blow job. She sat upright as Mohea went to slip between her and me to put my food on the table; although she was still able to reach across surreptitiously under it and circle my manhood.

I wasn't quick enough to move my hands and sit forward. Before I knew it Mohea had her naked pussy resting on my hand as, in no great haste, she lowered first mine and then Ellen's plates onto the table, then bent and reached across to put Amy's in front of her too.

Mohea was of a more diminutive stature than the other waitresses. She'd stood on her toes to slip her crotch over my hand. For the same reason she had to bend fairly deeply to reach across to Amy, giving me a momentary view of the middle two knuckles of my hand disappearing into the crease that ran through her bulging mons.

As if to remind me that Mohea had an exposed erection pointing up at her pussy more or less right under where she had it rested on the table and my hand, Ellen was jerking me furiously while completely unsuccessfully trying to suppress her amusement in doing so.

As Mohea disappeared with an order for a bottle of wine, Ellen finally released my shaft to give her two hands to eat with. But that didn't mean my erection instantly subsided. The girls' clothing had been specifically chosen to excite me and they weren't shy about flaunting their breasts with their jutting nipples even as they ate.

It was Ellen who suddenly turned the conversation to a more serious topic.

"What do you see happening when we get back to Sydney?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you just going to kick us off the boat and wave us goodbye?"

"Aahh, that's what you're asking. No, and I hope you'd know me better than that. But it is something I have been thinking about and I suppose I should have talked to you about it before.

I've got a large house on an acreage at Bayview Heights overlooking Pittwater. It presently has a house sitter looking after it.

It was our family's home where I raised my kids, so it has plenty of bedrooms. My thought was to invite each of you to stay there until you settle in, get jobs and work out where you want your life to go. But of course, whether you want to do that is entirely up to you. I mean, I know Ellen has family living nearby, so that might not suit her as well."

Amy chimed in...

"Would there be a time limit?"

"I don't see why. You know, because we've talked about it so often, that my hope for each of you is success in life, but especially that you will come to find a love that will better serve your longer term ambitions. It's not that I want to lose you, but it's just wrong that I would selfishly hope that you would anchor yourself to an older guy like me who's not going to be in a position to be a good father for any children you want and who's just going to get older and more decrepit well before you're ready to be stuck with that."

"What if we decide we want to be anchored?"

In a way, this had always been my fear with Amy. A fear for her sake, not mine. I understood that after the decade of abuse she suffered, there was a danger I'd be adopted by her as a safe port in a stormy world. I looked her in the eye.

"The love I feel for each of you is deep and real and permanent; or at least as permanent as any love can be. It's not a love of convenience for the duration of the trip. In a way you're asking me whether I love you enough to deliberately hurt you by rejecting you and kicking you out, just because I think that's the best thing for your long term happiness. I certainly do love you enough to be concerned about your best interests over mine. But to actually hurt you would break my heart. If I knew beyond any doubt that your path to long term happiness was best served by that, maybe I'd bring myself to do it.

If you were absolutely sure to be lucky enough to find a younger fantastic guy who'd be a worthy life time partner and father of your children, then I definitely should do it. But I'm not arrogant enough to believe that life offers any such certainty. You're intelligent women. All I can do is make the consequences of the choices clear and let you decide.

Maybe that and make it clear you have the option of a soft exit and a chance of coming back if things don't work out."

Ellen put her hand over mine and asked...

"What about you Ned? What do you want out of life?"

"I believe in love. I've lived with love for most of my life and it suits me. I want to find a love that will last me into my older years - or at least has a good chance of doing so. Someone I can share those years with."

"We understand that Ned. Maybe that's even what makes us feel insecure about an older woman like Liddy attracting your attention. Still, you might be underestimating the staying power of a younger woman. But I think you're right about one thing. Until we get back onto dry land and settle in, it's really hard to predict what any of us will decide is the best way forward. I suppose I'm just really grateful you've been thoughtful enough to have planned these things ahead."

I looked into Ellen's eyes as she spoke those words. The love I saw in them both drew me and scared me. It drew me because it reflected back the love I felt for her but it scared me because it made me worry that she, perhaps like Amy, was in too deep for her own good; that maybe what should be for her a mere fling on the yacht had gone way beyond that.

And yet, I found my desire to fight against them in that rapidly dissolving.

Lunch passed quickly enough. After all, in the girls' mind it was a mere prelude to something else and there was a strict 2.30 time limit on that.

What minimal inhibitions they might have started lunch with had been reduced to nothing by the cocktails and wine. Ellen particularly seems to fall into some sort of sexual overdrive by these meals; pulling my hand across to finger her between courses only to rip it away just as I felt her quivering on the verge of a climax. But the 'edging' as she's previously called it, clearly left her aroused, randy and somewhat frustrated.

Amy would have liked the same, but her clothing was less facilitatious of it; the tight hot pants offering no easy access. And while the material they were made of was thin enough to let me finger her through it, the bright yellow material clearly showed any damp stain, making her eventual exit from the dining room awkward. But she did persistently brush her hard and jutting right nipple against my left arm and with Amy being one of that ten percent of women who can have nipple orgasms, I was very much attuned to the way her breathing was reacting to her doing that.

Ellen had also started up her new found attraction to sex talking me and Amy had risen to the challenge of being an equal participant in it. Visually they were increasingly deploying the full gamut of their available tools; a coy, sultry sexuality radiating from their beautiful faces, their feminine manes of long hair flicking around in a way that would do a shampoo commercial justice, and of course, their breasts.

As Amy held her shoulders back and the front of her t shirt down, the orbs of her breasts had become increasingly exposed though the plunging neckline until the edges of her areola and the full depth of her underboob were plainly visible while Ellen only had to lean towards me to give me a peak down the front of her loose crop top at the glorious breasts that lay within.

The way they were leaning in to me, Mohea hadn't been given a chance to get anywhere near me.

My erection had come on gone and come again, even without Ellen's hand around it. It was going to be a challenge just getting away from the table. As I waited for the bill, as subtly as I could, I readjusted it to just sit upright in my pants, instead of hanging out the leg of it. I hoped that if I pulled the loose bottom hem of my polo t shirt over it, it might go relatively unnoticed.

The bill of course, in a way that had become all too familiar, had Mohea's phone number folded up in to it. I pocketed it, thinking that was less rude than leaving it on the table.

While we'd been in the dining room, Ellen's and Amy's sex talk had, of necessity, been quite and based on ambiguities. Once we were out of sight and earshot of the reception area, Ellen really started to lay it on. She danced and skipped around in front of me, flaunting herself...

"Well Mr O'Neill, the great stud of Bora Bora, are you up for two of us? Can you satisfy us both?"

She reached in to my crotch and felt the half mongrel sitting there...

"Come on, you can do better than that, or am I just going to have to find it with some girl on girl with Amy?"

She planted herself in front of Amy, put an arm around the small of her back and ground her mons against Amy's while tweaking Amy's already jutting nipple with her other hand; all while doing a fairly good imitation of passionately kissing her. At least I assumed it was an imitation, because frankly I couldn't tell if Ellen's tongue was actually thrust into Amy's mouth in the way she suggested by her actions.

Initially it caught Amy by surprise, but she quickly showed she was up for the game by reciprocating the action to an extent that became almost inappropriate in the public area we were in.

I offered the only response I thought might stop them ending up on the ground with their legs interlocked. "You know I'm up for it."

Ellen broke away and went back to skipping and flaunting herself across my path.

"I donno Amy. He seems to have tags on himself doesn't he? Remember how Issie used to get off watching him have sex with one of us. Maybe we should line up all these local girls wanting a part of him and see how many he can deliver these screaming orgasms to while we watch and play with ourselves. How many of those telephone numbers have you got in your pocket?"

In a flash, Ellen's hands were inside the pockets that were on either side of my shorts. She ferreted about in them, deliberately playing against the bulge of my manhood and balls while she vacuumed up the bits of paper that had been absent mindedly thrust at me over the last 24 hours.

She pulled out a handful of them.

"There's six, just in these pants!"

Amy started to pick up the vibe of Ellen's verbal teasing. "Na, he's an old man. It would kill him."

"Do you mind, it's more polite to say middle aged."

Amy had picked up remarkably quickly on what would seem to an outsider to be the brutality of Australian banter between good friends; something Ellen had come deeply imbued with.

"What, you think you're going to live to 120? No, definitely old. Mind you, he's a good enough root, isn't he Ellen? So maybe we should keep him for a bit longer. Still, it would be an interesting way of putting him down when we're finished with him."

"Well he's set a new bar for performance by making me scream last time. Are we finished with him if we can't do it very time now?"

I butted in. "That's not fair. You're not a screamer."

"How do you know? Maybe I'm just really repressed. Or maybe you just weren't good enough until last night."

"Because you told me. Anyway you promised the manager not to do it again."

"Did I? I don't think so. I think that was Amy. I think I just told him you caught me by surprise. I could even suggest the surprise was you were good enough to make me."

With Ellen dancing along backwards in front of me, she hadn't seen a middle aged couple approach from the other direction. I cast her an obvious upwards glance in their direction, causing her to look around to see them. Her reaction wasn't the one I expected.

"Let's put on a show for them."

She came and cuddled up against my free left side, her arm right around my back, instinctively causing me to put my arm around her. As I looked to her side, I could see that she'd brushed her body against me in a way that had caused her loose crop top to ride up and forward. The forward part let me look straight down it at her naked breast. The up part lifted the bottom hem to expose most of her right underboob; or at least the line of shadow suggested it was only underboob. But I couldn't actually see what was visible from the front. Knowing Ellen in her current mood, she may have had a nipple sticking out too.

Amy responded by going from simply holding my right hand to also pressing herself close with an arm around me and mine around her.

The couple gave us a judgemental stare. Even I had to admit, the scene suggested little else than an old guy was taking two inappropriately aged ladies back to his room optimistically thinking he was up to giving them a good pounding.

As soon as we were past them Ellen slipped a hand down the front of my pants, tickling up my manhood. Her starting comment of ...

"You're still not up for it, are you Ned. I think Amy and I had better call in the services of those nice local lads who chatted me up this morning."

As my manhood swelled into her palm, her words turned to...

"That's more like it. Maybe we'll give you another chance. Yes, it's feeling good now Ned. It's even getting me quite randy just feeling how anxiously it's surging."

All this was happening while we were walking along the boardwalk towards our room in broad daylight. It was probably only the fact we'd left lunch early and most others were still having theirs that saved us all from getting kicked out of the resort for inappropriate behaviour.

And the fact was, Ellen's randiness had been evident from half way through lunch. She was just about ready to get under the table and give me a blow job after the entrée; although how that would have fixed her own randiness I was never really sure of. Cocktails either did or didn't agree with her, depending on your point of view; but they certainly made her randy. But her admission of it changed her demeanour from one of trash talking to just straight out sex talking.

She danced about in front of me again and flipped up her skirt, revealing her naked mons.

"I hope you're ready to give this pussy a good fucking, cause it's got your name on it Ned. It's calling out to daddy like you wouldn't believe. I'm wet, my clits swollen ready to burst and I got a hole the size of the grand canyon wanting you to fill it."

The flipped up the front of her crop top, exposing her breasts.

"Look at these nipples. They're like mountainous rocks wanting you to soften them with your lips. Can we walk faster? Aren't you in a hurry too Amy? Shit, is he teasing up your nipples?"

Focused on me and the swelling in my pants, Ellen had only just noticed that, after the couple had walked past, Amy had lifted the hand I had around her waist up to under her armpit where she'd positioned it over her breast; inviting nipple play. Prone to nipple orgasms, she'd been quietly humming with her head against my shoulder at her increasing arousal. I'd even seen her slip some fingers surreptitiously down between her legs a couple of times to play momentarily in an area of spreading dampness in her skin tight shorts.

"You're not the only one...oohhh...feeling randy. You know how sensitive my nipples are."

Adding with a grin and a wink directed at Ellen

"It's working too. I might cum before...ooowww...we get to the doorway."

"Aahhhh. Not fair. Gimmie the key. No I'll get it."

Even though it took longer, Ellen stuck her hand in my pocket to pull the key out, but instead got distracted wrapping her fingers around my hard shaft and rubbing it up at down.

"Oh Ned, it feels so nice doing that. I just want it. I just need it in me."

"We're nearly there."

"I can't wait."

The key now in her palm, she grabbed my hand and started pulling me the final few metres down the boardwalk to our room. As she pulled me off balance, I pulled momentarily at Amy's nipple in my other hand. Amy froze, bent over moaning...

"Ooohh that's so nice. Ohh, I'll catch up in a second. OOoohhhh."

Ellen wasn't waiting for her. I was dragged to the door, pushed inside and she had my pants down around my ankles and my shirt over my head in an instant; jumping up on my naked body to let the hardness of my erection slip under her skirt and easily into her sex.

"Oh, that feels so fantastic."

She eased her feet to the floor and with her hand on my butt, leaned back and ground her mons in a circular motion against my pubis, using short withdrawals and thrusts to add to the stimulation of her clit by brushing it along the exposed portion of my shaft.

"Oh, oh, I needed that. Oh yes, it's good. Aahh, that's great."

She bit her lip and hummed as the accumulated sexual frission and play over lunch caused her to quickly climax; pulling herself tightly against me as her legs quivered and refused to support her.

"Oh, that was good. You are so going to get fucked before we go home. But now we can get down to real business."

Amy had walked in the open door and closed it behind her as Ellen first started to climax; waiting until she finished. Ellen walked over to her and embraced her...

"What say we put on a bit of a show for him?"

Grinding her mons against Amy's she started to peel Amy's shirt over her head. It took Amy a moment to realise that Ellen had in mind some serious girl on girl action; more so than anything they'd done before. Indeed, after she came on the boat Ellen had been the slowest to adopt the BOB (bi on the boat) attitude Issie had tried to instigate.

Amy looked at me where I stood leaning naked against the dresser with a full erection, gave me a sort of screwed up "what the heck" look and pulled Ellen's lips down onto her now exposed breasts; multiplying Ellen's circular movement of their mons with a thrusting and circular movement of her own. She edged Ellen's skirt past the join of their mons and let it drop to the floor before slipping her hand up underneath Ellen's loose crop top to play with her nipples.

Ellen started to try and ease down Amy's tight little shorts but found it impossible to move them. Breaking away from the hold she had on Amy, she knelt at her feet, her face almost touching the quickly spreading damp stain permeating the pants. Then she peeled them down, kissing Amy's mons and penetrating her crease with her tongue as she guided the pants to the floor and off Amy's feet.

As Ellen knelt there, Amy pulled Ellen's crop top over her head and then pulled Ellen to her feet where the two now naked women continued their dance of the grinding mons, each brushing their nipples against the other. Ellen started backing Amy up to the bed. When they reached it, she broke away to position a pillow in the centre of the bed and one of those giant euro style reading pillows on top of that, before covering both with one of the new bath towels Mohea had left sitting on the edge of the bed when she'd made up the room.

Ellen climbed onto the bed; lying across the pillows in a way that caused her back to arch and left her crotch suspended in the air. In response to Ellen's signal, Amy lay on top of her. For a brief moment they sort of pashed, grinding their mons and rubbing their chests across each other while they did a fair imitation of passionate kissing.

Then I watched as Ellen slipped both her legs inside Amy's and spread them as wide as was humanly possible, opening up to me a vista that would excite any man. Two aroused women, their creases suspended off the bed and merged into a single inviting line. Two swollen clits, almost touching each other and two receptive sexes, barely a finger length apart; all engaged in some sort of rotating dance of mutual stimulation. And because of the way they were bent over the pillow, it was all capped by Amy's cute, olive skinned butt.