Unexpected Threesome Ch. 47

"I wanna be the one to walk in the sun"

I think there's a lot of Amy in the statement. After being kept in the dark for so long, much of what we see from her is just that; her time in the sun -- and to have fun.

We stopped first at the fuelling dock, where Issie and Liddy jumped off to get the dirty clothes started washing in the Marina's laundromat while the rest of us refuelled the boat and took it around to the berth we'd occupy for the day as we went into town for provisions.

At that time Hamilton Island didn't have a proper supermarket (it was built a year later). There was a small trading store, but reputedly it was expensive and had a limited range of goods.

And while there was something of an 'eat the street' arrangement for the evenings during the regatta and no shortage of restaurants, sometimes you just want good quality food cooked at home. And that was before you thought about breakfasts and lunches.

So it was a big shop we had to do and the nearest big supermarket was in downtown Mackay; a fair distance from the marina. Fortunately a maxi taxi got us all into town.

To say that a group of women as attractive as them shopping in outfits as eye catching as theirs attracted attention is an understatement; especially as the clucked about making food choices for what would effectively be the next ten days.

Two hours later found us back at the marina, loading the boat with our purchases.

While our clothes completed the washing and drying cycle in the laundromat, we retired to the marina café for some much missed cappuccinos and real coffees and a bite of lunch and the girls and Adam took advantage of the internet access to do whatever it was they had to do.

We were nearly through lunch when Issie looked up at me from her computer with a pleased look on her face...

"Well, I got the extension on my time off work and can stay for the racing too. Since the apartment is full, I can sleep on the boat. AND..."

Her emphasis on the 'and' told me something was up, confirmed when she continued...

"Amy, Ellen and I have arranged for an extra crew member to give you your preferred number. They're happy to stay on the boat too and will come up on the same flight as Harry."

"That sounds good. Is it one of our regulars?"

"No."

"Do they know their way around yacht handling?"

"As well as any of us if not better."

"Who is it?"

"Not telling. It will be a surprise."

"Do I know them?"

"Yes."

"What sort of yachts have they raced?"

"Everything up to a TP52."

Amy and Ellen are grinning like Cheshire Cats as I'm having this exchange with Issie. Clearly they're in on this. A TP52 is a very high performance, professional level, pure racing yacht. It makes our yacht look like a paddle boat by comparison.

"I don't know anyone who's raced a TP52."

"You do. You've just never got to know them well enough."

I looked at the others...

"Will you tell me who he is?"

I'd used the male gender because there are very few women sail a TP52. They both shook their heads...

"What about uniforms for him?"

"It's all sorted. Speaking of which, it's time to get our clothing out of the dryer and get back on the road."

With that Issie stood up and headed to the door, leaving me and the others to follow her.

Half an hour later found us motoring out of the marina and heading north to close the 70 odd Nautical Mile gap to the Whitsundays.

With the water tanks filled during our stop and the knowledge we'd be in Hamilton Island marina within a couple of days, the girls took turns to have a soap and water bikini wash using the stern platform shower. Until now, the water limitation had restricted us more or less to wet towel hand baths, with maybe a very quick rinse under the stern shower. That's not to say the supply was unlimited even after the refill. By having them in the warmth of the day on the stern platform, we avoided both the temptation to longer than strictly necessary showers and making a big mess of the limited confines of the bathroom.

We had discussed the possibility of allowing time for a shower at the Mackay Marina facilities, but everyone was in a hurry to get going and willing to use the stern shower as a backup.

The water is heated using the engine cooling system, so by having them on the move as we motored to keep our speed up to hull speed, we could ensure a constant supply of hot water.

And while I called them bikini showers, it would be fair to say the amount of modesty actually preserved was limited to nearly nothing.

Liddy went first and peeled both her top and bottom off virtually everything that would normally be covered while she soaped and rinsed underneath. Issie went second and just took hers off, setting the pattern for the rest of the girls. And while the Screw Girls and I had seen plenty of each other's nakedness, even Shelley stripped bare when it came to her turn.

When Adam stepped up as the first of the men, he was left no choice but to follow the lead of the girls, they not even offering him the pretence of looking away as he stripped and showered that the girls were given; instead having to contend with them lining the back rail catcalling him.

And any hope that I had of hiding my old guy nakedness went out the same door as Adam's modesty and I too found myself with a noisy audience. Such are the joys of sharing a small yacht.

The course and speed was going to bring us up to the Whitsundays in the middle of the night. Many, if not most, anchorages in the Whitsundays are interspaced with Coral Heads; random growths of coral growing from the bottom which have to be checked for whenever you anchor. And it is generally a reef strewn area. On the whole, it's not somewhere you want to be travelling around in at night.

One possibility was to standoff over night and only come in during the morning. But our next destination was Whitehaven Beach, where we intended to spend the two nights remaining before we could take advantage of the free berth offered to race participants from the day before the race starts.

But Whitehaven itself is, for the most part, a fairly clear anchorage. If you come in around the back and well clear of Haslewood Island, you can navigate a fairly safe approach to a spot, which in the current south-westerly winds is sheltered enough to see out the night with the ability to move a bit closer to the beach a daybreak.

It was shortly after midnight we dropped anchor at Whitehaven.

Because of the circumstances in which we anchored, we decided to set a night watch; we'd each take in turns a one hour period where we'd remain awake to ensure the boat wasn't drifting from the spot where we'd anchored it. I could hardly do other than take the first turn.

So it was a little after 0100 -- 1 am to you landlubbers -- that Ellen emerged from the centre bunk cabin to take over from me, it being somewhat deliberate that we took turns in order of yachting experience because absent a major change of wind or tide direction or strength, it was more likely a problem would emerge sooner rather than later after we anchored. And while no change in the wind was forecast -- other than an easing -- a change of tide was to occur early in Ellen's watch.

As I stood to let her take over, she saw me off with a hand on my butt as she kissed my lips, then watched me strip down to my swimwear before I entered the cabin.

It was difficult to know what I would face as I entered the cabin. It has been a long time since Amy has gone more than 24 hours without sex and after being accosted by the noises of Amy's orgasms off in the brush, Liddy may well be thinking it was time for her to stop missing out too.

I'd pre-undressed to minimise the fuss I'd make in the cabin before climbing into bed.

The room was still and quiet as I entered it. In any other circumstances like this on a yacht, I might have just climbed into bed as I was, but I could see the girls getting offended if I presented myself to them as anything other than naked, so slipped my swimmers off before surveying just where and how I'd join them in bed.

They were sleeping in their normal positions on either edge of the bed with a gap through the centre, so it seemed my mission was to crawl from the pillow end of the bed -- which faced the door -- down the gap and try and get under the covers, all without disturbing them. I wasn't optimistic of that result.

I did better than I thought I would. It seemed as though the watch system, disturbed as it had been by our daytime jaunts, had caught up with Amy. She was and remained sound asleep. Liddy stirred, but simply shuffled up to me, encouraging me to turn and face her where we fell asleep in full body contact.

At 0200 I was woken by Ellen's quiet tap on the door and call to Amy to come and take over. I woke still facing Liddy but with a sense Amy had not yet stirred, so rolled towards her, caressing her side and cuddling into her back as I whispered her name in her ear, quietly trying to let Ellen know she had been heard and Amy would be out soon.

It took a bit to bring her to life and then, suddenly with a..."Oh shit..." she leapt out of bed. I watched as she slipper her bikini pants on and then a tracksuit over that. Having dressed, she bent down and kissed me on the lips as she offered...

"Sorry. Thanks."

Then exited the room where I heard her get a briefing from Ellen before Ellen took her turn to retire for the night.

As the yacht went quiet again, Liddy again cuddled into me and signalled for me to turn and face her.

The relationship between myself and Liddy is much different than that with Amy. Liddy and I have both lived through long, successful and happy marriages before losing our partners to an early death. So to a certain extent our relationship fell easily into that somewhat similar to a loving, long married, couple.

Our sex life is not unaffected by Liddy's desire to experiment with other than the pure missionary sex her previous partner offered her, or by a certain need to stay at least a little competitive with Amy's insatiable demands. It can sometimes get quite wild. But being relaxed, she can adjust to the circumstances.

I had become aroused by her when we first cuddled up at 0100 and still was when Ellen's voice and knocking woke me an hour later. So it was a full erection that made contact with Liddy's stomach as I turned back to face her.

Sensing it, she pushed it down between her legs, letting it rest through her crease as she kissed me and then starting to rock herself against it as she became aroused by its presence.

Using my erection as a blood and flesh clit dildo or vibrator is something of a well-practiced approach to a quickie by Liddy. And in accordance with the approach, once I felt her strongly responding to her stimulation with it, she took my shaft and turned it to fully penetrate herself with it and thrust it slowly in and out a number of times. I could then only guess that it was once she'd decided she'd fully opened herself up ready for its quick return that she went back to using it as a clit dildo.

My role in this is to follow her signals on the pace of the sliding it back and forwards through her crease and jerk it hard against her at the right moment as she does it, since this seems to increase her stimulation. As does playing with and sucking her nipple; something I find myself quite fond of doing.

It didn't take long for her to reach a climax, and as she did, she thrust me back into a full penetration, grinding herself down on me as I felt her contractions bear repeatedly down on my shaft.

Before they were finished, she rolled on her back, dragging me over on top of her still fully penetrated, her hands on my butt telling me to go for it.

This was neither go the animal on her, nor making beautiful love to her. Just plain missionary position sex, but no less enjoyable for that.

As I withdrew and thrust back in at a regular, spaced pace I got to enjoy that wonderful feel of my shaft being sensuously massaged by the warm folds of her vagina. As I came to full penetration, I pushed a bit harder, trying to emulate the grinding of my pubis against her clit that she uses to stimulate herself in the reverse missionary position while enjoying the distinctive hard rim of her pelvic floor muscle pushing back against the base of my shaft and the rag dolling of her body in response.

I'm never sure whether this grinding is hitting the right spot unless or until I can sense I'm getting a response from them. In this case Liddy signalled it was working by her increasingly obvious movement towards an orgasm. It's not Amy's screaming, just a suppressed little humming noise.

Of course, since missionary is one of the positions more likely to bring me to an earlier climax, it then becomes a bit of a race; one you want to lose.

Knowing that it was working, I slowed down the stimulation of the movement of my manhood inside her, and hopefully increased her stimulation, by prolonging the grinding at the top of each thrust and arching my back and neck so I could suck on her nipples as I did it.

It didn't guarantee that I wouldn't go off prematurely, just improved the odds of me losing the race I wanted to lose.

This time it worked as Liddy, hissing and sucking somewhat louder than through her first orgasm, came again.

Almost immediately, the hand she hand on my butt told me to go for it. So lifting my head up on outstretched arms so I could look down at her stunning body, I did just that; a succession of hard only moderately fast thrusts that soon had be groaning out my own orgasm with my head rested down alongside hers.

I supported as much of my weight as I could on my elbows and knees, as I pleasantly lay on top of Liddy in my post orgasmic state; a hard erection still feeling the pleasure of being immersed in her warm, tight vagina, as I nuzzled the side of her face.

But as I eventually started to shrink back out of her, unplugging her in the process, I rolled off so we could capture the likely mess.

As we still cuddled together, Liddy suddenly asked...

"Was your late wife multi-orgasmic?"

It caught me a bit off-guard, but I managed to reply...

"I don't recall her ever having two in succession like that. At least that I noticed. It wasn't something I could talk to her about. What about you? Have you always been able to do that?"

"As you know, my husband only did missionary sex, which didn't really work for me all that well. Most of the time I didn't climax at all. If he hit the spot, it was more accidental that by knowing what he should do. But then my sex education consisted only of being told by my mother that men like big breasts. I just assumed that's what sex was meant to be like.

On my wedding night we had to sort of work it out from what little we'd picked up, because his education on the topic was little better than mine and it wasn't really something we could talk about either.

So why do you think things are different for both of us now?"

In a way this was a topic Liddy and I had touched on a number of times; often from a different angle which made them something less than a complete re-run of an earlier discussion. Still, they circled around the same theme. I think Liddy just liked being able to actually openly talk about these things and sex generally in a way she'd never been able to in the past.

"I think the answer always comes back to the way Issie and Amy created this sexualised environment on the boat. Issie was always somewhat a person who liked to control things and set the scene by herself being quite open and vocal about sex. Add Amy's sexual awakening, hyper sensitivity to stimulation and insatiable appetite and suddenly multi organismic becomes the norm instead of a never spoken about ambition.

And because they were willing to talk, everyone else who came aboard was too. If I asked my wife 'is this working for you' or 'what do you like' I never really got a clear answer. Now I'll get told exactly what spots to hit, what positions to use and how to use them, even by you. Far from a forbidden topic, an acknowledgement of sexal desires is a relaxed and easy part of everyday conversation, even with Issie and Ellen after they found other partners. And once you and the girls discovered you could have multiple orgasms, that very belief and willingness to communicate helps you get more.

But what do you think?"

"I suppose that's about right. I just still sometimes have trouble reconciling the world I'm in now to the one I spent the greater part of my life in. If you told me five years ago I'd be in a polygamous relationship, running around half naked, flaunting myself in a micro bikini among a bevy of other younger women doing the same, experiencing bi-sexual activities when we actually have a threesome and looking on benignly and without jealously as other attractive women who aren't even still part of the polygamous relationship flaunt and drape themselves at and over my partner, I'd have laughed at you. Actually I would have blushed deeply and gone and hidden in my room at the thought of such things.

Sometimes I just can't believe the world I'm in now. And yet, I love it and have no desire to go back to my old ways. I don't even feel embarrassed with the way the girls deliberately go seeking attention from others as we all prance about wearing just about nothing getting the boat ready on the dock. I'm almost proud that men want to ogle me. It's sort of weird. But it gives me a sense of freedom I don't think I've ever felt before."

"Well, I'll certainly concede it's weird. But in a way I think it's just as weird for the younger ones as it is for us. The younger generation seem to me to be more uptight and buttoned up that the girls of my youth. So the girls on the yacht are complete outliers as far as I can see..."

We drifted off into silence and then into sleep, only momentarily disturbed as Amy came back into the cabin at the end of her hour, to be replaced by Issie.

It was 5 am when Shelley tapped lightly on the door...

"Liddy...Liddy."

I suppose as the skipper and owner I've always been hyper alert overnight on the boat, so it didn't surprise me it woke me first. Already facing her I caressed Liddy's flank, whispering her name and enjoying the sensation of her coming to life in my arms. She drowsily asked...

"Is it my time?"

Being pinned against the side of the boat, she crawled up and out of the bunk over her pillow, offering me a number of delightful views of her body as she exited first the bunk and then, after getting dressed, the cabin.

No sooner was she gone then Amy cuddled my back, inducing me to turn to face her. She wrapped herself around me, pashing me with her arms, tongue and indeed, her whole body as she undulated it against me. Fortunately enough time had passed since I'd made love to Liddy that my body responded; quickly and fully as it always does with Amy.

As if reaffirming the conversation I'd had earlier with Liddy, she whispered in my ear...

"Fold me up for a quickie. No extras."

How do I even start to unpack all the nuances that lay behind that short request? Fold her up is a suggestion we have sex in what I have seen called the origami position; where she bring her knees up alongside her chest.

It's a quickie because the way it lifts and turns her hips and so changes the angle and depth of penetration of her vagina makes it one where I have unpredictably low endurance. But, while it would be a rare occurrence, without me knowing I was hitting any particular erogenous zones, it leaves me worrying I'll go off before her.

Which is why when she asked for that on the first night of the trip, I sucked her to orgasm first.

But that gave her multiply orgasms on the first night and caused her to uncontrollably start screaming. Which is why she's now saying "no extras". So once again, she's offering me the quietest sex she can offer me, even though in normal circumstance a 'quickie' is the last thing she wants.