Chapter 48: A Failed Proposal

The pronouncement by Joe Mansard that he wanted to marry Claire tore through my body like a hot knife, reaching all the way to my heart and searing every inch of the incision with mind-boggling pain. My gut suddenly ached at the potential loss of someone I loved dearly. I hoped the darkness of the night hid my shock and pain from Joe. I needed time to digest what he’d said.

I hid my feelings, aided by the return of the women. Claire and Beth had dried their hair and put on light wraps but otherwise remained in their monokinis.

I stood as they came out from inside the ship. I took Beth by the arm and mumbled something about showing me the front of the upper deck. I pushed her ahead of me away from Joe and Claire. We walked around the cowling that supported the bridge, leaving Claire and Joe seated on the aft deck.

Beth turned and gave me a funny look. “You don’t look well. Oh shit! He said something to you, didn’t he?”

I nodded, almost unable to speak, “He’s going to propose to her.” I choked up after my words. Tears came to my eyes. I bit my lip to hold them back.

“Damn.” Beth sounded pissed. “I told him not to. Now, he’ll get an answer he’s not going to like.”

We didn’t get too many more words between us, before Claire came stomping around the bridge; “You two, come back with us – now! We have some talking to do.” She appeared miffed and not exactly happy with either of us.

Beth and I looked at each other. We followed Claire and sat back in our conversational square around the dinner table. Claire paced back and forth near the table.

Claire looked at me with fire in her eyes, “Did you know about this – that he would propose to me?”

I shook my head, “No, not under a second before you and Beth came back to join us.”

Claire turned to Beth, “How long did you know?”

Beth flushed and said, “A week, but I wasn’t sure when he’d actually do it.” She looked at her father, sighed, and said, “I told him it was too early – to wait a while.”

Claire turned to Joe who actually looked slightly chagrined to have his proposal aired so broadly in front of his daughter and me, obviously inspiring anger in his love object. Claire firmly said, “To reiterate, I am not ready to marry you – or anyone. So, tonight the answer is ‘No.’ That doesn’t mean I won’t change my mind tomorrow or in the future.” Her voice softened as she went along.

After a long awkward silence, Claire continued with the peeved tone in her voice, “Joe, you met me when I was a whore with a fancy name – an escort and a porn star. I can imagine that evoked some excitement in your life, to squire me around knowing you owned a piece of the tart I was at the time. Well, that piece is no longer for sale at any price.”

“While we were out of touch, I did fall in love. I fell in love with Jim and some others in our social circle, and yes, we are all sexual with each other – men and women; you know that – I don’t keep secrets from you. Under no circumstances could I bear to give up any of those relationships, nor the open life style we’ve adopted. I doubt your wife would be ignored by the press if she continued in that life style.”

Claire barely took a breath before continuing her rant at Joe, “Moreover, you’ve laid no foundation for a long-term relationship with me. I know the quest for money motivates you, but not much else about you that I haven’t read in a business magazine. Further, except for our conversations around the edge of our sexual relations, you have no idea who I really am. We’ve never talked about our expectations in a relationship, whether I want children, what I want to do with my life – my career, or anything like that. I’ve never shared with you the psychological baggage my parents left me with, or why I got in and out of the porn movie business or the escort service. You don’t know how much I love art, the theater, acting, music, or that I might even like to write a novel – maybe an autobiographical one about my dark years.”

Joe stood and stepped to Claire. He caught her arms as she strode around the table swinging them for emphasis; she allowed him to embrace her in a hug. He said in a conciliatory tone, “You are entirely right. Every time we are together, I feel so good – you make my life just get better and better. I am learning about you each time we’re together – just slowly. I saw a bauble I wanted and leaped to one conclusion about getting it – having you closer to me so I could learn more and feel better. I’m so used to getting my own way, to getting what I want, it never occurred to me I couldn’t have what I wanted in this case. I didn’t think. You’re not something I want to own; you’re someone I want to love. Forgive me.” He pulled back slightly and kissed her forehead. “Will you let me date you – to romance you, to have the kinds of discussions you refer to, to get to know each other at new and deeper levels? Can we see if we can find a way so you and I both can have what we want – you keep your relationships with Jim and the others, and yet I get someone with me who has become as dear to my heart as Beth – whom I cherish.”

Claire pulled away and looked up at him, “You’re serious, aren’t you?” She glanced sideways at Beth.

Joe said in a lowered voice, “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

Beth shook her head and said in a light tone tinged with sarcasm and calculated to take the edge off the tension around the four of us, “We should have never taken him on vacation.”

I suggested to Luba and Renata that they join Beth and me, and leave Claire and Joe alone for the evening. The pair made sure the two needed nothing from them, and then the four of us headed to the main deck’s living room.

Just as we went inside from the deck, I looked up at the bridge. A dark silhouette in all black stood with a pair of night-vision binoculars to his head gazing off at the town. It was one of Joe’s security guards ensuring their boss remained safe and unthreatened during this trip. I wondered how much of what went on in their lives got seen and promptly forgotten, for instance, our sexual endeavors around the hot tub.

As we entered the posh living room, Beth turned to me, “Claire told me to ask you for some liqueur. I would like some B&B – Benedictine and Brandy. There’s some on the side bar over there.” Renata moved to get the brandy, but Beth stopped her; “No, let Jim get it. I’m not sure what happens next, but Claire told me he had to get it and serve it by himself.” Renata shrugged.

I smiled inwardly as I poured one demi glass of the liqueur. I turned to walk back to Beth, and just before I reached her, I took a sip of the liquid fire. I set the glass down on a side table, and turned to Beth, taking her into my arms and into a deep kiss. As we started the kiss, I wormed my tongue into her mouth and then squirted the liquid from my mouth into hers.

Beth grabbed a hold of me tighter, and ground her hips into my groin. We completed the kiss, and as we parted, she said, “Holy shit that was sexy. Where’d you learn to do that?”

I shrugged. “Original sin, I guess.”

Luba and Renata stood beside us, their nude bodies glowing in the dim lights from the side panels in the room. Beth nudged me to Luba. I took a sip and entered a French kiss with the nubile lass. She swooned into my arms, grinding her mons and clit against my bare leg and rubbing her breasts against my bare chest. When we parted, she gasped and said in a low voice, “You are a great lover. That is a fabulous and arousing thing to do to a woman – me especially. Now, I am really horny, and before I was only a nymphomaniac.” She smiled invitingly.

Renata gave Luba a gentle nudge with her hip. I repeated the Liquid Kiss on Renata with similar results. She told me, “You may do THAT to me any time. I hope tonight you plan to fuck me, because after that, it’s the only thing I want in life.”

Beth pulled Luba to a built-in sofa. She said, “The two of us are going to ‘girl fuck’ for a few minutes, so why don’t the two of you get it on.”

Renata looked exceptionally pleased at the opportunity just afforded her. She immediately dropped to her knees in front of me and pulled down the little pouch that had inappropriately been labeled a bathing suit. Before the fabric hit the floor, my cock was down her throat and her head bobbed back and forth on my shaft.

After a minute of a pretty standard blowjob, I asked, “Would you like to learn how to give a unique experience to a man?”

She pulled off my dick. “Yes, please.” She looked puzzled.

I said, “Well, when I’m three-quarters into your mouth, try to gargle and hum simultaneously. Then, with me not moving, turn your head so my shaft rotates in your mouth and throat; hold your tongue against the backside as you do. Try variations of those moves. Use your hands too – fondle the back part of my dick, and my ball sack. Even stick a digit up my ass occasionally. Run your hands over my abdomen, and along my thighs. Counter-rotate your hands around my cock. Use your teeth here and there, but be gentle – no real biting.” I made a few other suggestions.

I noted that Luba and Beth had hung on every word I spoke to Renata. Renata proved to be an excellent student; because when she next engulfed my cock with her mouth, I found it hard to distinguish Renata from Margo – the master of all blowjobs I’d ever received. Margo was the detective who had helped resolve my blackmail case in London.

Renata’s mouth, hands, and tongue became a torture of pleasure as she turned and twisted her head around my cock. After, not too many minutes I stopped her so I could pleasure her.

Renata’s cunt tasted like a fine wine – slightly musky, a hint of some rare spice, and a richness beyond description. Every taste bud in my mouth relished the flow of juices I extracted from her. I added two fingers into her pussy; twisting and turning them until I found the slightly rougher patch of interior skin that indicated her G-spot. I rubbed at that spot with my fingers until my hand was a blur. As I did, Renata’s body jerked into a perfect arch with her lower abdomen on one part of the sofa and her head at the other, with nothing in-between touching the fabric. A ragged stream of girl cum erupted from the edge of her vagina, spraying up into my face, neck, and chest. I caught the last few drops in my mouth. Renata screamed as her orgasm hit like a lightning bolt.

As the crest passed, Renata’s body collapsed in a soggy noodle state. She looked at me with eyes that pleaded for me to stop – yet never stop. I rose and kissed her tenderly. She closed her eyes as we kissed, and I could tell she had locked away those moments and that kiss into her memory forever.

Beth and Luba sat looking in awe at the erotic tableau Renata and I formed.

I took a sip of the B&B, and moved back to Beth. I kissed her, jetting the liquid into her willing mouth. She pushed her tits up into my hands as our tongues tangled in the afterglow of the liqueur.

Beth said, “Fuck me. Right this second, I need you deep inside me.”

I said, “Foreplay?”

“None needed. I’m so horny after watching Renata and you; I could jump a fence post.”

Beth lay back, and I slowly penetrated her cooch, only entering her vagina a half-inch. I pulled out until the purple head of my aroused dick lay completely aired in front of her gaping vagina. I pushed in again, this time penetrating a quarter-inch further. I repeated this over and over, even jerking away when I felt Beth try to lunge her hips into me to more rapidly deepen my penetration of her body.

Because of the slow movements I made, and the slow rate of deep penetration, it took over two minutes for our groins to meet. When they did, I started to use my thumb on Beth’s very visible clitoris. She started to squirm and writhe in front of me, pushing her quim up into my cock and fingers.

She came only seconds later. I didn’t pause; I rode her through her orgasm and into the next. Luba started to suck on Beth’s rigid nipples, and that action stimulated a third and fourth climax. I pulled out, put some fingers into Beth’s quim, found her G-spot, and massaged her to fifth orgasm. Upon reentry, I also slid a finger into her sloshy cunt, folding it to touch her G-spot as my cock also pistoned into her. Beth found that place where every sensor in her body was alert, active, and sensing pleasure – orgasmic high pleasure.

Luba and I didn’t let up. Renata joined us as well as we ganged up on Beth, adding her tongue to her breasts and to her French kisses. A fast student, Renata also brought a mouth of B&B and delivered it to Beth the way I had shown them only moments before.

Beth’s orgasms carried her to oblivion. She fainted in the extreme pleasure of the moment – the intense pleasure to every sensor in her body. Renata and Luba looked so disappointed; they were intent on bringing more pleasure to Beth.

Luba caught my eye: “Do me?”

I did, repeating many of the same moves and leaving her in an almost comatose state after a dozen orgasms, only this time with my semen dripping from her cunt. Renata found the rivulet of cum, and not only lapped up the visible portion seeping from Luba’s hole, but also suctioned the rest of it from her body. The lewd act made me recover in record time.

Beth awoke, but continued to lie in a stupor from the energetic and consuming lovemaking we’d wreaked on her. We all kissed her in a tender way, and she snuggled into the sofa indicating to us she didn’t plan on moving anytime soon. The girls covered Beth with a light blanket, and we went to check on Joe and Claire. I followed along behind curious about what we’d find.

Claire had that well-fucked look on her face as Joe cradled her beautiful naked body in his arms. They had conducted their amorous liaison on the bench seat on the upper deck, and had only just finished as both their bodies retained the fine sheen of perspiration on them from their energetic exertion.

Claire smiled at me as we came up to them, “We kissed and made up – sort of.”

Joe gave me a lopsided smile, “We still have many miles to go, but we started the journey. This is one smart woman when it comes to relationships. For one thing, I didn’t fully understand the relationship you two have. Forgive me, Jim; I realize now how insensitive I was earlier tonight and also in the recent past.

“I’m not sure I understand the contours and depth of your relationship, and those with your other close friends, but I can tell that they’re vital and important by the way Claire talked about how deep you two are – and with the others in your circle. I don’t want to upset something that important to her.” He shook his head, “I have some things to learn about relationships. I didn’t do my homework. Worse, I didn’t even know there was homework to do until the past hour.”

Luba moved to Joe’s side, turning his head so they could kiss. Claire patted the seat next to her, and I sat, and we kissed. Renata sidled up next to me, pulling my arm around her and onto her full breast. My God, I loved naked women.

I heard Luba say to Joe, “Jim taught us how to give the most fabulous blow jobs. May I practice on you?”

Joe gestured his little friend to his midsection.

Before Renata could make a similar request of me, Claire asked me, “Do you mind sloppy seconds? I need to make love with you.”

Claire reached over and started to fondle my cock back to serviceable duty. It didn’t take long. Renata lay back beside us and started to openly masturbate watching the four of us. The sight of her fingering her vagina did a lot to bring me back to ready status.

When Claire judged me ripe, she mounted me cowgirl style right on the bench seat next to the others. I sucked in one of her breasts, giving her a crest just from my oral stimulation. Claire seemed in a rush, and I could tell a mutual climax was important to her. Besides making love to me, I think she wanted to send Joe a message about how important and how loving the two of us were.