Chapter 46: The Cruise – Part 1

DAVE

Mel told me that she’d finally accepted Warren Prentiss’ invitation for what promised to be a sex-filled weekend cruise. Even before that, she’d seen him at some charitable and social events and they’d patched up their feelings from when he’d first and rather coarsely propositioned her.

Mel said, “I can bring some friends, but they have to like ‘free use’ sex.”

“Free use?” I repeated back to her.

“You know, you’re passing somebody, say on the yacht, and they just stick their dick in you for a quick fuck, or if you’re a guy, all the women are ripe and ready all the time.”

I chuckled, “Sounds like our Sex Club.”

Mel posed, “So, the first question is do you want to go? Then who else would you recommend? Oddly, you probably know Warren better than I co from working with him.”

“First, yes, I’d like to go. Sounds like fun. What about the kids? And, before I suggest names, I think you need to know who Warren is bringing along. More women? Guys? What mix?

“Last, I know Warren mainly through business and the Foundation. I am managing some of his billions in the family trusts, but we actually don’t talk about that too much. I have a good impression of the man despite his awkward beginning with you. He seems like a nice guy, and he is dedicated to leveraging the Foundation money to make lasting and positive changes in the world.”

Mel nodded, “Save the weekend. I’ll worry about the kids, and I’ll get more details from Warren.”

I had a premonition that I should tell Paul Prentiss that Mel and I were going out on the family yacht with Warren. I knew that the ship was shared by the family for both pleasure and business. Heck, I knew the bloody thing had cost $28 million, too. I’d pay just to ride on it.

I thought about who among our sexually-liberal friends would enjoy a ‘free use’ long weekend. Newly married Brad and Lisa were free-thinkers, and he was worth many millions. He wasn’t in the billionaire’s club like Paul and Warren, but he was getting there and more in Paul’s league than I was.

I chuckled when I thought that Wendy Prentiss, one of my erstwhile wives and Paul and Margo’s daughter, would love to be a free-use slut for a group over a weekend. She often argued that she liked to fuck more and was a bigger slut than anybody else in the Sex Club or my family. She’d humorously argue with Mel about who was the bigger slut. The incest suggested by her presence on the yacht would also be a source of humor.

I figured I was in good standing with the Prentiss family. I managed a large chunk of their fortune, and since I started about a year earlier, I had doubled the value of the money and assets that I’d been put in charge of by Paul – the Big Cheese at Prentiss Enterprises.

I’d also assembled a winning team to help make those valuable changes happen. I felt like an entrepreneur thanks to Paul. My friend Dan Ferguson had become my number two, after I stole him away from Dane Cooper. He would have left there anyway, but I had my catcher’s mitt on.

I had a very hot secretary that did a lot more than just admin work. She was turning into a very skilled company and data analyst, and was going to see a large bump in her pay. Heck, she’d spotted something none of us had seen, and that made about $40 million for the portfolio just on her astute work and observations.

Anne, also, was one very hot fuck. She loved sex and could probably give Wendy a run for who liked to fuck more and be the bigger slut. By some miracle, we’d managed to keep the sex out of the office, but it was a struggle. Occasionally, Anne would flash me her breasts or pussy just to remind me what had recently happened between us, or what was about to happen in the very near future.

Mel loved Anne and was often making lewd suggestions to her about things to do to excite and arouse me or Dan.

I wondered about my parents, too. Since I’d discovered their predilection for lusty activities in life, I wondered whether they might not enjoy a cruise. Maybe they were too tame and didn’t have the stamina for this group of people. I was sure they could hold their own socially and sexually.

MEL

Tuesday I was downtown on real estate business, and so I dropped into the offices of the Prentiss Foundation. I knew Warren had an office there. I asked for Warren at the reception desk, and had the feeling like I was asking for a private audience with the pope. He was obviously highly revered and thought of by the staff.

I explained that I was a drop-in friend, and gave my name. I said that I could call him later if he was busy. The receptionist looked skeptical. She called somewhere in the building, I guess.

Warren came bustling out into the reception area to warmly greet me. The receptionist and another admin person suddenly thought that I also walked on water, to command such careful attention from the BIG BOSS. We minimized any PDAs, despite the fact that only a few days earlier he had been balls deep in my small body.

I told Warren that I had some questions but they could wait if he was busy. He checked the time on the modern clock in the lobby and suggested we have lunch just down the street. I agreed. He asked the receptionist to let his secretary know that he’d gone out for an hour and would be back.

After we ordered, Warren looked across the table at me and said, “Questions? Fire away.”

“What do you really want to have happen on this cruise in three weeks? I mean now that we’ve fucked and you know I live a freewheeling lifestyle, you can put about anything in front of me and not shock me or even insult me – I promise. As I told you, since your ‘indecent’ proposal, I’ve had a lot of experiences and some probably make what you have in mind pale by comparison.”

Warren knew that I was doing pornographic videos and, without going into details, I’d mentioned that I went off occasionally to promote those. I didn’t say where or what I did, but he seemed to know. Warren was a player, after all.

He said, “Okay, I’ll be really blunt. I have four really good male ‘friends’ and the five of us would like to have a fuck fest for the three days that we’re out at sea.” I wondered why he used his fingers to emphasize the word friends.

“Free use?”

“Yeah, like that. Don’t misunderstand me, any women that comes on the trip to nowhere will be respected at all times, but they should have the attitude that sex is fun and they should want it all the time – at least the time we’re out in the boat. Obviously, we’re guys so we won’t actually be able to fuck all the time, but we’d like to think we could and be treated that way. There is no plan beyond that at this point. Maybe we pull into a port for some shopping or something, but I just thought that up.”

I said, “This yacht is huge. It must have a crew; do they object to the sex parties?”

“No. There is a crew and they don’t object to what goes on. I assure you what happens on the yacht will never become public. One or two of the crew may participate if they’re not otherwise occupied with their duties. I am sure that you’ll like my friends. Their congenial and good guys – the kind of men that people want as friends. Just so you know, I’m always trying to milk them for money for the Foundation.”

“Married?”

“One is and you know him, but I can’t tell you who it is. He may even bring his wife along, if she decides that she’s up for this type of lusty activity. She’s been with us on a couple of previous such cruises, and so have the crew.”

“So, I’ll be a fuck toy?” I teased.

He laughed, “Or we’ll all be your fuck toys. This is supposed to be mutual fun and satisfying for everybody.”

“Who should I bring? You’ve met some of the people I could ask to come from our Sex Club. I would, of course, like to bring my husband.”

“Dave will be a great addition, and I think he’ll have fun – even if it’s just with a couple of the horny crew. Another selection that I’d make is Anne, his secretary. She’s such a dish and hot beyond measure for her age group.

“At the other end of the spectrum, and you’ll laugh possibly, but I was very taken by an older woman I met named Mary – about my age. She teased me quite a bit, but I didn’t get to be with her at your party. I hope we connect sometime soon. She was hot; I liked her a lot.”

“Are you coming on Saturday? You could meet up with her then.”

“I can’t this weekend. I’m off to the west coast tonight for some work and pleasure mixed.”

I grinned, “Mary is Dave’s mother. If she comes, she may want to bring Bob, her husband.”

Warren said, “Oops, I hope I didn’t tread on any toes.”

“No, no. We’re on great terms with them, if you’ll excuse some occasional incest. Remember, too, that Wendy is part of our family.”

He grimaced, “Definitely a big ‘no’ about her. I would be in such trouble if she was on this cruise. Her father would pound me into the ground.”

“I don’t think you met Brad and Lisa. They’ve been away on their honeymoon. Brad Lighter is a local entrepreneur, and you are probably invested in some of his work. He’s sharp, an inventor in high tech and exotic software, and has profited from it. Lisa, his new wife, works with me in real estate, and she’s a sharp cookie and looks like a very fuckable model.”

He laughed, “Bring ‘em along. I think with my group that might max out the capacity of the boat in terms of comfortable sleeping space. We can always find places to sleep, but the ‘big beds’ are limited in number.”

“I just need to ask; everybody will be tested?”

“Absolutely. I know from a side conversation Saturday that you all routinely test. My group is not as promiscuous as yours, but we’ll all be cleaner than a whistle.”

DAVE

I was excited about the long weekend cruise. Monday was a holiday, and it was Friday. Warren had gotten everyone to meet at the yacht at two o’clock. Mel and I had driven by the large city marina and seen the boat being prepped for our trip, but not gone aboard several days earlier. We both noted a girl in a bikini washing down part of the boat. According to my wife, she was going to be ‘available’ to those on board.

I’d also taken the bare minimum of clothing, as instructed. Bathing suit, shorts, slacks, tees, and a couple of nicer shirts, plus a light jacket. I wore a pair of new boat shoes, too. Mel had two bikinis and not much else. Actually, she brought a good-size suitcase! As she put it, “I’m probably not going to need all the stuff in here, since I’ll be naked and getting fucked all the time. That doesn’t require much in the way of clothes.”

We parked and lugged our few bags to the end of one pier where the tender for the marina shuttled people out or back from where the larger boats had to moor. Bob and Mary, my parents, had waited for us. We were on board the impressive and very large boat in less than ten minutes.