Chapter 27: Sailing Sex and Seductions

Mark

Marcia was pleasant company for our sail. She knew small boats, but couldn’t get us to keep up with Elsa and Lucas. She said it had something to do with drag coefficients, the length of the waterline, and the type and angle of the dagger board we were using in place of a permanent keel.

I knew that Marcia and I felt a sexual resonance with each other. She’d seen me making love to each of the other women over the course of the past few months. There was no secret that I wasn’t monogamous or exclusive with any of them, or that they were with me. On the other hand, she’d observed the large amount of love we expressed for each other.

After a long silence, I suddenly had the subliminal thought that she wanted to ask me a potentially embarrassing question. I wasn’t sure whether it was embarrassing to her or to me.

I said to her, “Marcia, you may ask me anything. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Marcia twirled around and stared at me. “How ... did I say something out loud?”

“No. I sensed you were searching for a way to ask something.”

“I was ... am.”

I snorted with laughter, “Just ask. Don’t try to get the words perfect.”

Marcia blushed, “Since I’ve worked with you, you’ve had Elsa, Cindy, Melanie, and Sheila around, and now you seem to have Brita, KC, and Margo – although she’s married. What’s that like? They obviously share each other willingly. There’s no jealousy apparently.”

“Well, there isn’t. I spent twenty years as almost a sexual eunuch. I tried dating now and then and failed. The money was a burden and brought out the greed in others. I stopped trying until I met Elsa. She didn’t know I was rich. I was just a guy, and she liked me. When she found out about me and that I’d hidden the truth about myself, she was pissed I hadn’t told her and I about lost her.

“She forgave me after I did a lot of groveling to apologize for prejudging and not trusting her. In the process, she brought her sister into our relationship. The others followed as I restructured my work so I could spend more time with the girls. I was blown away that Elsa liked me as she did, and then Cindy, and then the others. The sex was transformational for me. I still feel I’m making up for years I wasted by not paying attention to that part of my life.

“I have the honor of loving and being loved by six women now. I don’t count Margo, although she is a dear friend who is married to my best friend Andy. I’ve given most of them rings to indicate my love and commitment to them. In fact, I should remedy that point very soon so they all have rings, maybe even Margo. Please don’t say anything.

“And, as you’ve noticed, we are a highly sexual group. Elsa says that we are all hypersexual, a slightly less offensive term than nymphomaniac. I guess I’m that way too, and each of the women are that way, even my newest friends Brita and KC. We love sex, and we share it willingly with others.”

Marcia said, “I’ve watched you all, and I get jealous but not at anybody but at what you’re all doing with each other. You are all having such fun and it looks so loving. I confess to being a voyeur when you all get going. I’m sure you know that all of the team watch you, sometimes for long periods. I’ve watched too ... your loving ways.”

I reached over and stroked Marcia’s arm in an affectionate way. “Marcia, you are loved. Trust me. As for jealousy, there are different kinds and they’re all learned. We can unlearn having to feel jealous in different situations. One kind of jealousy is the fear of loss: if another man makes love to someone I love, I assume he’ll steal her away from me. My response to that is not necessarily. Why can’t we both love her and she love both of us? The fact is we can, and who says love can only be between one man and one woman? When you have an objective viewpoint on those questions, that type of jealousy goes away. The answers of monogamy and exclusivity are not absolute answers; they’re not even good situations much of the time. I could go on.

“Another kind of jealousy is what you felt; you saw a situation and felt on the outs because you weren’t in on it. You could have asked to be included. I would eagerly welcome your participation with us. Overtime, I might come to love you as much as I do the others and you might come to love me as they do.

“A different way to see that situation is to rejoice in the happiness you see the objects of your affection sharing.”

“I did feel that, but I also wanted to participate ... especially with you.”

“Well, that’s called compersion. Instead of feeling bad about what you see, you feel good about it ... and the next time, please ask to join in. I, for one, would want you anytime.”

Marcia nodded. “I see what you mean. It’s a mindset.” We continued to dance around where this conversation could end up.

“Exactly. YOU decide whether to be jealous or not, happy or not, angry or not. That’s the conscious you, not the ego-based knee-jerk reaction you. YOU make the judgment. Most people buy into judgments that other people make, or that institutions such as a church make for them. Shakespeare said, ‘There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.’ Do your own critical thinking.”

“Most people would say YOU have a lot of indiscriminate sex.” She laughed as she said the crass statement.

I retorted with a smile, “And I could say there’s not enough time for all the sex that I want to have with all the people that I want to love.” I put emphasis on the ‘I’. We both laughed.

After a long silence and some maneuvering as we came about to more or less follow the other boat, Marcia said, “So, if I wanted to participate in your sexy sessions, all I need to do is show up?”

I nodded and smiled at her, “I look forward to it.”

Marcia had long ago passed my unwritten test about my money and status. In the whole discussion we’d had, she hadn’t broached the subject in any way although I had put it on the table for discussion. Like most of the others in my circle, my wealth didn’t concern them. They had their jobs and I had mine. I guessed that if pressed, they’d eventually comment that I made a lot more money, but it wouldn’t be said in a way that would have them leeching on my bank account. To the contrary, I was constantly insisting that I pay for something that benefitted the whole family, most recently the sex toys Elsa had imported to the resort we’d rented.

I chuckled further because Marcia, Lucas, and many of the others were in some way benefitting from my bank account – at least the company account, but they were working for what they earned. If they were good, they got paid well. If they weren’t good, they found their way into a job where they could do well and earn a proper wage for that job. I had a knack for getting people into their high performance pattern. Lucas had the same ethic.

We set out on a long reach parallel to the shore after another turn. We’d fallen about three hundred feet behind the other boat. I chuckled because we could see that Elsa had removed the colorful top to her bathing suit. I knew she was tempting Lucas. She seemed to usually get what she wanted, and she wanted him. I felt sure she’d figure out a way.

Marcia pulled her top off and tossed it onto her little cooler bag. She blushed slightly, but then came and curled up against me, pulling one of my arms around her so that my hand cupped one of her modest lily-white breasts. I toyed with her nipple, and even reached across and excited her other breast as well. She responded well.

Marcia said, “I’m not as pretty as your girls. They’re all gorgeous. I’m too muscular and thick, and I don’t have much in the way of tits.”

I gave one of her nipples a pinch, so that she jumped. I commanded, “Don’t ever let anybody tell you that you’re not attractive, sexy, or desirable. You are all three, and your boobs are just fine. Haven’t you ever heard the saying more than a handful is wasted?

I gestured at my obvious hard-on, and added, “There’s the proof of all three. See? You excited me in the nicest of ways: attractive, sexy, and desirable.”

We followed the other boat into another turn eventually, and Marcia and I changed seats. This time when Marcia came to snuggle against me, she pulled my hand to the V between her legs. She pulled the crotch of her bathing suit aside so I had access to her slit. She whispered, “You’ve already made me the wettest I’ve every been, you may as well enjoy me if you want.”

“I want.” I kissed her tenderly.

I ran my fingers through her soaking wet slit, learning her sexual landscape. When I looked I could see how she’d soaked through that part of her bathing suit, probably while I’d been stroking her breasts.

“Take the bottoms off,” I told her. “Wash them off over the side. You are wet – very wet.”

Marcia allowed, “I’ve never gushed like this before, but then I’ve never been in a small boat with a hunky man who I like a great deal and who’s ... doing things to me – sexual things.”

Marcia pushed the bikini bottoms down her legs and off. She rinsed them in the ocean water passing right by the gunnels of the small boat and then spread them to dry on the seat adjacent to us. The whole time, I had two fingers buried inside her.

When she tossed the bottoms to join her bra, she turned even further into me. Her hand stroked the hardness in my bathing suit. I was finding her exciting.

Marcia said in a husky tone, “Your suit is in the way for what I want to do.”

I hitched myself up off the seat and pushed the suit down my legs. My cock sprang out in all its glory, pointing up at the bright sun. It didn’t get much sun because Marcia captured it in her hand, and then started to suck on me. She had a nice technique, and soon had me holding back my release so I could prolong the pleasure.

She kept looking up at me, especially when she pulled almost all the way off and ran her tongue around the mushroom cap. I finally warned her of my imminent release, and that seemed to make no difference to her enthusiasm to please me.

When I came, I poured out my semen into Marcia’s mouth. After my pulses stopped, I saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a slight smile. She opened her mouth to show me my own cum, and held that pose for over fifteen seconds so I’d be sure to see. She moved her tongue back and forth through the admixture, and then made a dramatic show of swallowing.

I pulled Marcia to me and kissed her, driving my own tongue into her mouth. Yes, I could taste my spend, but so could she. We toyed with the passion between us a little.

We broke apart and I could see we were nearing a straight in approach to the beach at the villa. Elsa and Lucas’ sailboat had gained about two hundred yards ahead of ours. They beached, and I watched as the two of them jumped out and pulled the small light craft up the beach above the high tide line. Elsa was still topless, and a second glance revealed that she was nude again. I loved my girlfriend.

Marcia scrambled to pull on her bikini bottoms, and replaced her bra. I wondered why she didn’t just say screw it, and go naked like most of us. I was naked at this point, and had no intent to redress until we had to go in town for dinner.