Chapter 1: Beginning Anew

I awoke this morning with a new goal to achieve. All through my life, I have set goals for myself. Without goals I didn’t have ‘purpose.’ Without purpose I didn’t have direction.

Four years ago, our daughter (Lizzy) was appointed CEO (Chief Executive Officer). Her husband (Jose) was appointed CFO (Chief Financial Officer). Gracie, Rolf and Martha’s daughter, took over for her father and became the COO (Chief Operations Officer). And last but not least, Jose (Gracie’s husband) took over the position of CSO (Chief Security Officer) from his father, Alejandro.

Ann and I, along with Rolf and Martha, and Alejandro and Carmen became the new Board of Directors.

Two years ago, Liz gave birth to a baby boy (Roger) and one day later Grace gave birth to a baby girl (Beth).

I thought that things were going well until the day before yesterday. Liz came up to me and said, “Daddy, you have to get Mom off of my back.” Liz told me that she felt smothered. Her mom was continually telling her how to be a better wife and how to raise her son. “Daddy, you have to help me!”

I was at a loss on how to help when my daughter suggested that we buy a yacht like the grandparents did and sail around the world.

I spent the night thinking about Lizzy’s idea and a plan slowly developed.

Yesterday, I took my wife to the Simpson Bay Spa on the big island of St. Maarten. We enjoyed a wonderful couple’s massage followed by an outstanding sexual tryst with the brother/sister massage therapists.

We had some time left before the first ferry back to our island. My wife wanted to visit the marina and look at the boats. Ann did not like the sailboats. She felt they were too small and unsafe. When we came to the yachts, she became very excited.

This surprised me considering what had happened in the past, but she said, “Oh Eddie, the boat didn’t kill my parents and grandparents. Bad people killed them.”

My wife fell in love with one boat in particular. The owners invited us aboard and gave us a tour. Then they gave us a tour of their bodies.

When we returned home, my wife was literally jumping up and down when she told our daughter that we were going to buy a yacht.

So, back to this morning. I was drinking coffee in the kitchen when my wife put her arms around my neck and leaned in for a hug. I will never get tired of feeling her breasts against my back with her hard nipples making indentations into my skin.

“What did you think about yesterday?” my wife asked.

“Are you referring to our trip to the spa or the time we spent at the marina?”

We did have fun with Bret and Ana at the spa and with Jon and Abby on their yacht. But what do you think about buying a yacht?”

“Honey, that’s all I thought about this morning or at least it was until some soft, warm titties started rubbing my back.

“If we did purchase a yacht, it would solve a problem I am having. Lizzy has been doing a great job as CEO, maybe even better than I did when I was in that position. But sometimes, I feel like I am holding her back; looking over her shoulder. I need to step back and let her spread her wings and fly.

“If we did purchase a yacht, we could use it to enhance the value of our resorts. We could offer two-day trips to our guests when we are in port. I am sure that James could design and supervise the construction of a pier right here on Pineapple Island. Who knows, if it was successful, we could buy more yachts for two-day trips up to two-week trips.

“If we purchase a yacht, it would give us a chance to spend more time together. We are not as young as we used to be or old enough to limit what we can do. Maybe it would be our chance to spread our wings and fly.”

My wife took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We were both naked anyway so when she pushed me, I flopped onto my back. With an evil look, she straddled me, guided my stone hard cock, and sat down.

“How soon do you think we can do this in our yacht?”

I don’t know how long it took for us to stop fucking before making love. I do know that I could barely stand up to go to the kitchen for lunch.

“Okay lover boy, what do we need to do first?”

“Regain our strength?”

“NO. What do we need to do first in order to buy a yacht?”

“Well, I guess we need to decide what kind of yacht we want to buy.”

“That’s easy,” my wife said. “I want one just like Abby’s.”