Chapter 12: Epilogue

The years have been kind to Ann and me.

We were now grandparents three times over. Liz gave birth to two daughters, Mary and Cindy. My wife was in seventh heaven and spent every available moment with her grandchildren.

Not to be outdone, Gracie gave birth to two boys, Thomas (Tom) and Rodrigo (Rod).

I can already see three more marriages happening between the Moran, Svenson, Martinez families.

Every year, we would take at least one extended cruise. Each cruise would be for three months or more. Rolf, Martha, Al, and Carmen joined us for each of the trips. We used these trips as a prelude to our ultimate goal, a cruise around the world. The idea was to see areas that would not be on our Around the World agenda.

Since the six of us felt as if we were one family traveling together, it was not surprising that sleeping partners changed nightly. It wasn’t so much about getting our jollies off with someone other than our spouse as it was continuing to show the love that we felt for each other.

Our first voyage was to Nova Scotia and Greenland. The highlight of this trip occurred when we toured Oak Island.

The Baltic Sea taught us the meaning of nymphomania. From Finland to Norway, we were impressed with the Scandinavian women and their insatiable sex drive. I have to admit that our wives were not impressed. They continually reinforced the idea that a woman did not need to be a nymphomaniac to enjoy sex. Al, Rolf, I had to smile about their comment.

Our next trip took us to the Mediterranean Sea. I must say that Greece was an eye opener. Not only was the country beautiful but their sexual acceptance of mutually exchanging bodily fluids with strangers was exhilarating. Roman orgies didn’t hold a candle to the Greek Bacchanal where morality and law focused not on sexual sin, but on whether an individual’s conduct was harmful to others. The only drawback was that sex was generally understood in terms of penetration and pleasure rather than the sex of the participants or their age.

Egypt was the opposite of Greece. Our women needed to be demurely covered at all times, even aboard our yacht. We did enjoy ourselves though by traveling to the pyramids.

According to our woman, our last trip was their favorite. From the time that we left our island paradise to our return, our women were rarely clad in more than their bikini bottoms. Most often, they were totally naked. This cruise was to the French Riviera and the coast of Spain.

Nudity was rampant on the French Coast. The French women knew how to excite men and boys. The French men treated women as goddesses. Ann and Martha were particularly enamored by the way French men made oral love. My wife said that their tongues reached depths that they only dreamed about. Rolf, Al, and I decided that the French women had the most beautiful pussies in the world. Whether they were young or mature, their camel toes were small, devoid of hair and excess skin.

The women voted unanimously that Spanish men were the best lovers. Carmen said that Spanish men were trained from an early age to respect a woman and ensure that a woman’s pleasure came before their own. My wife said that the Spanish men didn’t fuck, they made love. Much to the surprise of Rolf and me, the Spanish women were just the opposite. Their large breasts and deep cunts were made to pleasure a man. They were vigorous in bed and preferred fucking over making love.

During breaks from our cruises, we would split our time between family activities and meeting with our guests.

It was during one of those breaks that Roger, our daughter’s son and Beth, Gracie’s daughter, turned fifteen. It had been decided by their parents that the grandparents would take Roger and Beth on a week-long cruise. Ostensibly, this would be a birthday gift for the two teenagers. Actually, this would be the second and last step before joining our polyamorous group.

Roger and Beth were not virgins by any stretch of the imagination. Their parents had initiated them into the joys of sexual intercourse by the age of fourteen. This trip was to introduce them to sex with other adults and to reinforce what they learned from their parents.

It was our first night of the Birthday cruise. The three sets of grandparents had a wonderful dinner with Roger and Beth. The teenagers excused themselves to get ready for the evening festivities. Martha and Rolf were the next to leave followed by Ann and me.

The plan was for each set of grandparents to spend the night with one of the teenagers. Tonight, Roger would be with us, Beth would be with Rolf and Martha. The second night Roger would be with Rolf and Martha while Beth would be with Al and Carmen. The rotation would continue until each set of grandparents had an opportunity to be with each teenager.

On the fourth, fifth, and sixth nights, Roger and Beth would spend the night with one set of grandparents. The last day of the Birthday cruise would bring all of us together for mutual pleasures.

Before we left on the cruise, Liz, our daughter and Roger’s mother, told us that Roger was nervous about being with us for the first time. She said that he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to perform well enough to satisfy her. My wife, the deviant one, came up with a plan.