Chapter 3: Purchasing a Yacht

I awoke this morning to the sounds of two beautiful women making love to one another. Their moans, groans, and sighs were music to my ears. The way that they moved together was like watching a ballet. Pointed toes and flawless movements highlighted their need to reach an orgasmic conclusion.

Both women were sated when Alara rolled off my wife and onto me. Her hand cupped my balls as my cock entered her mouth.

At the same time, I used both hands on her hips to pull her swollen pussy to my mouth. The scent of two women aroused my desires. The taste of another woman’s wetness drove me wild.

When the head of my cock entered Alara’s throat my tongue drove deep into her womanhood. Within minutes, we both tasted each other’s essence.

The next thing that I remembered was being shaken awake by my wife.

“You need to get up. We both need to shower before breakfast.”

I smiled and said, “I had the most exciting dream this morning.”

My wife smiled back and said, “It wasn’t a dream.”

Ann and I did manage to shower with limited teasing. Afterwards, I asked my wife what the dress code would be.

“When we go to the shipyard today, you should wear a dress shirt and slacks. I will be wearing a sundress. Anya said that we would be touring several yachts so we should wear tennis shoes.”

“What about breakfast?”

“Anya was very clear about that. While in their dacha, they have the same rule that we have. No Clothes.”

I knocked on Rolf and Martha’s door but no one answered. Ann did the same on Al and Carmen’s door with the same result.

“I guess we are late for breakfast.”

“I guess so,” I said.

When we arrived at the dining room, it looked like a scene right of the Arabian Nights. Five naked men were all seated around the large table with a five naked woman straddling their laps. The women were feeding bite size pieces of fruit to the men.

Carmen was on Wilber Underwood’s lap. Martha was on Erik Johannson’s lap; Erin Johannson was on Al’s lap; Becky Underwood was on Rolf’s lap; Anya was on Vlad’s lap.

I looked at my wife and she smiled. “When in Rome...”

Ann marched to Anya’s side and tapped her on her shoulder. “May I cut in?”

“Of course you can,” Anya said.

While my wife straddled Vladimir, I took Anya’s hand and led her to an empty seat. I sat down and pulled Anya to me. She straddled my lap, aimed my cock and sat down. Anya had one of the tightest pussies I have ever fucked. I knew that if I didn’t change things soon I would cum before I wanted to.

With my cock buried in Anya’s pussy, I stood up and carried her to the dining table. After clearing a space, I lowered her until her back was resting on the table. I unlocked her legs from behind my waist and raised them up and over my shoulders. Instead of her fucking me, I was now in control and fucking her.

The rest of the couples must have thought that was a good idea. Soon, there were six women on their backs with six men pounding into their cunts.

We were late for our tour of the Seafarer shipyard, and a few of the women were walking a little bowlegged.

Vladimir knew that Ann and I were thinking of purchasing a Seafarer 90 (S-90). Vlad showed us two used S-90s and one brand new one. Even though we had a good time on Jon and Abby Thornbill’s S-90, it became obvious that the 90 was going to be too small.

My wife asked Vlad if he had anything larger that we could see.

“I do,” Vlad replied. “I have a 145 and a 120.”

The S-145 was finished and ready to sail. The S-120 still had two weeks of work before it was ready to sail. We toured both yachts and yes, I said yachts, not boats.

“Vlad,” my wife asked. “Could Eddie and I have a few minutes alone to talk?”