In Search of the Final Freedom: Chapter 65

In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel

BOOK FOUR

Sounding the Clarian Call

Chapter 65

Bonnie & Misty Go Sailing

The next morning, Tuesday, Misty was up early when her mother came into her room to ask her mother which of the new bikinis she planned on wearing. Misty already was in her new “heart” bottoms.  Her mother suggested that Misty should wear some of her body jewelry to dress up the bottoms some. Misty thought it was a good idea and together they picked out some and Misty put it on. Her mother put on the wooden bead bottoms and they stood side by side in front of the full-length mirror in Misty’s room. Bonnie had to agree that in their outfits they looked great.

Misty commented "Posing together like this will make some amazing images,"

Bonnie had to agree, but then she said, “I’m not sure I want these bottoms on the cab ride, then in the dinghy. I think sitting in them will be uncomfortable. But I do think we should wear something to wow them as soon as we take off our sarongs.

Misty saw the reasonableness of the suggestion. “So let's just wear our matching front thong bottoms and take these to change into?  For me, the two bottoms are equally comfortable.”

A few minutes later they again stood in front of the mirror in Misty’s room. As it took a moment to adjust the body jewelry, Misty told her mother how she had read that some women with large labia minora had them surgically reduced in size so they were not so visible. "I don't know why anyone would do that. First, they are so sensitive and I can't imagine asking someone to make them smaller. And besides, I think we look sexy this way. Both of their pairs of little lips were plainly visible. The bottoms’ thin strip of fabric separated and accentuated their labia minora to draw attention to them. The front thong drew attention to their sexuality far more than going nude would do.

Bonnie was standing with her feet apart looking in the mirror and agreed. Just like her daughter, she had a distinct frill of pink flesh all the way down her labial crease that became quite visible right between her legs. She had heard of labiaplasty done out of medical necessity but had never thought of doing that just because a woman thinks her labia should not be showing.  She didn't know if that was sad, disgusting, or just a new way women were made to feel inadequate. 

Stepping away from the mirror, Misty said, “I’m really surprised how comfortable this is… other than the fact the little bit of fabric rubs directly onto the head of my clit. I’m sure walking today will be like constant low-level masturbation.”

Her mother smiled, “And that is a bad thing, why?”

“Oh, I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Misty retorted, “but I suspect it might prove distracting when you try to shoot photos for me.”

Before leaving the room to get her own sarong, her mother said, “Then I guess I’ll just have to take the bottoms off in that case.”

With her sandals and sarong on, Misty prepared to leave. She considered the new broad-brimmed white straw hat she'd brought from home, but decided it was just one more thing to keep up with.  She put her folded mini-reflector disk in the bag with her extra outfits, grabbed both the beach bag and her camera bag, and her little portable tripod before heading down the stairs.  She couldn't imagine the men would object if she asked them to take photos of her and her mom in their body decorations which were supposed to pass as swimsuits. Soon the two of them were crossing the resort’s plaza to get a cab to the other side of the Island.

No sooner than Misty and her mother stepped into the cab, Lamar opened the front door of their villa, coming home from his night with Della and Edith. It had been a long night and an early morning. Not that he was sorry he’d spent the night with the two women, not one bit, but he was very tired. He and the two women had sex on and off from before 8:00 PM, till something like 2:00 AM, then they were up at 6:00 when Della was ready to go again.

Last night, when he’d arrived at their villa after dinner, Della had met Lamar with a kiss; a kiss that tasted a lot like Edith. Sure enough, just like Misty had predicted, Della going down on her friend had been the next item on the agenda, but they hadn’t waited till he’d returned to do it. Though they’d not told a very coherent story, from listening to the two women, Lamar gathered that Edith had been secretly lusting for Della for several years; but she’d not even given a hint of her sexual attraction out of fear of damaging their relationship. Della admitted that she’d never actually thought of having sex with her best friend until she began tasting her on Lamar. However, through the hours of watching Edith with Lamar and sexually sharing him with her, the endless possibilities of sexual pleasure with her best friend had flooded into Della’s mind. By the time he’d left to go to dinner with his parents, she was more than ready. As he understood their jumbled and overlapping stories, it appeared that as the door was closing behind him, to keep from backing out, Della turned and began kissing Edith right off. Soon they were back upstairs making love… to each other.

As soon as Lamar returned to their villa, the action began in the bedroom. They didn’t take a break until about 9:30 PM. After a rest, the trio took a nude walk on the beach. He was surprised at how much he’d enjoyed that. The more time he spent with the women, the more they treated him like an adult. They’d made comments to him about the lack of sex, or even intimacy, in their marriages earlier in the day; but as they walked to the beach, they went into far more detail. It seemed odd to him for grown women to talk to him like that, but he tried to rise to the occasion by talking freely about his own sex life.

He told them about his life with his two girlfriends. He explained that now, sex with both of them and with other Euro-Club girls was just part of his daily life. At first, he was sure that they didn’t believe it when he told them that since Christmas, he’d had sex six or seven days a week nearly every week. But as they talked, it was apparent their skepticism abated. He was sure that was in large part because he'd already laid the groundwork over lunch when he’d told them about his family.

When they’d talked at the beachside cafe, the two women had asked Lamar many questions about his family. He’d told them about his mother’s job & travels and the Euro-Club & their parties. In response to their questions, he’d told them about the nude swim days last summer and his parent's free-love group. They seemed not to fully grasp what he was saying until Edith mentioned that she had international roaming on her phone. That allowed Lamar to bring up his mom’s blog and the FFF website. Since Edith and Della had seen Lamar with his family in the morning, they recognized his mother in the photos.  Of course, Lamar had read his mom’s explicit sex posts before, so he was able to point them to the hottest parts right off. After looking at the FFF website, he opened up the Euro-Club site where the nudity was hidden (if barely) and the sex stories were euphemistically written. With that as evidence, they seemed to believe what he’d said about having sex with his two girlfriends (and their friends) on what was effectively a daily basis. As they walked on the beach, Lamar tried to be nonchalant about it when he talked about the Sunday afternoon foursomes with Bailey and Byron in Sarah’s living room or the four of them watching Sarah’s parents having sex with Bailey’s mother in the hot tub. What seemed of most interest to them was when he mentioned how with Byron, he prefers to receive anal sex to giving it since he’s always the giver with Bailey. That prompted a series of questions that he was all too happy to answer.

The more they talked, the more often Della said she hadn’t realized how much of life she’d simply missed out on. “It's not that Will is a bad man, or we have a troubled relationship because we don’t. But we don’t have passion for each other and never have. To be honest, I married him for the same reason my mother married my father, for safety and security, not for the kind of love found in romance movies and books. I had that kind of relationship once. For a year and a half, while I was in college, I gave myself body and soul to a man I loved passionately. My life revolved around my love for him before he decided to move on to a prettier girl. Until today I’d thought the sex with him was all there was to do, but now I know there is so much he’d not introduced me to.” She’d turned to Edith and said, “I thought you were embellishing what you told me about the sex you have had in your affairs. Now I realize you weren’t. How could I be so naive?”

Edith took her hand as they walked, “Until you experience it, you have no way of understanding. Understand, I first had this kind of sex with one of my boyfriends in high school, and I had some great hot love affairs in college before I met my husband. The truth is that Jim and I had amazing sex while we were dating, like multiple times a day in some of the craziest places. We couldn’t get enough of each other. When we were living together, before we got married, we even had several threesomes with his best friend. What I didn’t know at the time was that those threesomes were a quid pro quo. You see before we did it the first time, Jim’s best friend had invited him to join him and his girlfriend for a threesome. They were sort of swapping, it was a ‘You can fuck my girl if I can fuck yours’ kind of arrangement. Except we girls didn’t know that part. It didn’t matter that I’d hardly been a virgin when I started dating Jim, or that I loved the threesomes. It was the point that he didn’t tell me.”

“You never told me that,” Della said quietly.

“No, I didn’t. Because I wasn’t ready to tell you the rest. I’ve told you how our sex life cooled when we finished college and got married, then nearly stopped once I got pregnant with our son.”

Edith said she remembered.

“Well, while I was pregnant it was obvious my big round body disgusted him. Then I got word from a friend that he was cheating on me… while I was both teaching full-time and carrying his child. I was exhausted and he was fucking around. Well,” she huffed, “I already knew about the trick he’d played with those threesomes and I decided what is good for the goose is good for the gander. The guy who had the apartment across the breezeway from ours had been flirting shamelessly with me for over a year. Even more, rather than get disgusted by my rounding body as my pregnancy progressed, he kept telling me how sexy I looked. For months I kept thinking about just inviting him over in the hours between when I got home from school and before Jim got home from his office each day, but I just couldn’t do it. But after Mikey came and I was done with post-partum and Jim still didn’t seem to be interested in me, I did it. Hank worked 3rd shift so two or three days a week, when I got home from school, he’d come over and we’d carry on while Mikey slept in his bassinet. If Jim didn’t want me then I found a man who did. We carried on for over two years, right up until Kelsey was born. And as before, he was not turned off by my pregnant body. The sex we had in those months when I was big with Kelsy was some of the best in my entire life. I was horny all the time and Jim wasn’t interested, but Hank was. For my second trimester and nearly all of the third, we did it nearly every single weekday.”

Della said, “You’ve told me part of that before.” She seemed to think for a moment then slowly asked… “But if you got pregnant while you were having an affair….”

“Yes, that is it. That is why I never told you. I’ve never told anyone. But I’ve been dying to tell you for years. As likely as not, Jim isn’t Kelsey’s biological father. While Hank always started with a condom, sometimes after he’d used the first one, he got hard again and we weren’t as good about using one the second time around. I have never had Kelsey DNA tested and told Hank I wouldn’t unless Jim got suspicious. Fortunately, she looks just like me, so Jim doesn’t have a clue that I don’t know who her father is. We broke it off because with two children the little apartment was too small, so Jim and I bought a home across town.  As I’ve told you before, I’ve also had two other affairs, one was with someone from our school, and a handful of hot hookups…a big handful at things like teachers' conventions… and now this. Della, while you might not be the only non-adulterous teacher at Ambrose Middle School, I’m sure there are more women who cheat on their husbands than those like you who are 100% faithful… well like you were. I’m not even the only woman I know who isn’t sure of the paternity of one of her children.”

Lamar had heard the story of how Bailey’s biological dad was a doctor from Mrs. Hildebrant’s work, so the story didn’t sound that far out. But apparently, to Della, the idea that a married woman might get pregnant with another man’s baby was beyond her comprehension.

They walked for a minute or so, naked in the moonlight, before Della said, “Before today, I sort of thought of myself as special and noble because I was willing to live out an unfulfilled but monogamous life. But now I realize how much of life I’ve missed out on. Yet I can’t imagine doing this back home out of fear of getting caught. Edith, I think you and I… if you want, can carry on without raising suspicions, but to do this with a man….” She drifted off without completing the sentence.

Edith quietly said, “Yes, I do want to continue. Though I’m not sure we have to entirely go without the pleasures of having men join us, if we are careful.”

In an attempt to be helpful Lamar said, “You guys don’t have to go too far from home not to get caught. Sarah’s mom teaches at my school and we don’t even live in a big city like Dayton, but she and Lindsey’s mom… Lindsey is one of the other Euro-Club girls, they go out about once a month, usually to Athens, to The University of Georgia, and pick up one or two hot college guys. They get a hotel room and fuck their brains out. Actually, last time she said that they picked up three guys at once for what Sarah’s mom called a real fuck fest. Nobody back home knows what they do… well Mr. Marshal knows, but Mrs. Anderson’s husband doesn’t have a clue his wife isn’t just out late shopping in Atlanta. They’ve even stayed overnight once.”

Della asked “You mean she cheats once a month on her husband? And she never gets caught?”

“No, as far as I know, he doesn’t know, and they’ve done that four times now.  But even if he finds out, she’s not too worried because for each night they go out shopping, they have a threesome at the Andersons. It's sort of the payment for their night in Atlanta. So even if he suspects they are doing more than shopping, he can’t get too mad since he’s fucking Sarah’s mother.”

Both women had laughed at that.

Lamar added, “And Lindsey’s step-dad thinks Mrs. Marshal is having sex with him behind her husband's back. He can’t even dream that Mr. Marshal knows all about it. From what Sarah has told me, her mom doesn’t use condoms with Lindsey’s step-dad, so when she gets home, her dad gets sloppy seconds. Sarah says her mom told her the sloppy seconds with her dad is the best part of those nights.”

 When Lamar looked over at her, he could tell that story was hard for Della to wrap her head around. After a minute or so, she mused out loud, “I wonder how much of that goes on back home in Dayton that we just don’t know about.”

Edith said, “Quite a bit. I know two teachers at our school who have sex with other men with their husband’s knowledge. One is an actual swinger, and the other’s husband isn’t very interested in sex so he doesn’t care who she screws.”

While that didn’t seem far out for Lamar, Della went on about how a week ago she’d never have believed that.

When they’d gotten back to the women’s villa, they had a great round of hot sex on the rooftop deck. In addition to doing it on the daybed, both women had him fuck them from behind as they bent over the railing to look down at the beach below. After another break, they had a final round of lovemaking in Edith’s bed. And Lamar was sure it was lovemaking, not just hot fucking. The more time he spent with the women, the more he thought of them as peers rather than remote adults. In that final session of the long day and night, Della started to say “I love this,” repeatedly. Lamar wondered if that was an oblique way of saying “you make me feel loved.” As she did, his mother’s words about focusing on sharing God’s love with his body came to him as he worked his dick in her.

He also noticed how different it felt with Edith and Della. Edith was all about getting fucked and cumming as much as possible. She liked it deep and hard… the deeper and harder the more she liked it. He’d never hammered any girl like he did Edith and she kept saying “Harder, HARDER!”

  Both in Della’s bed right after dinner then later up on the daybed on the roof, she lay on her back and told him to push her thighs up till she was bent double. In that position, he could use his entire body weight to slam into her. As he did her like that, her pussy began filling up with juice since her hips were pointed straight up. When he came down and his dick hit the bottom of her channel, it was with an audible splat that sent fluid spraying out. She’d soaked Della's bed so badly that first time after dinner, for the last round, they moved to Edith’s room.  When they did the same thing up on the roof, Della had straddled Edith’s head. From what Lamar could see, she was not doing it so much as to sit on Edith’s face as to give her the best view of him driving his cock into her friend over and over and over again. He knew when Edith climaxed like that, and she did twice, because when her pussy clenched, it was the only time he felt firm friction in her big sloppy box.  

But with Della, even in the two rounds of more vigorous sex, he could tell she liked the intimacy of feeling his naked body pressed onto hers. On several occasions, he’d heard his parents talk to Club girls and guys about the importance of full body, skin-to-skin, contact in conveying love to your partner.  He nearly always did that with Gabby and did it with Sarah when they weren’t having either athletic or fun sex. It didn’t appear that Edith cared one way or the other about that kind of contact; but he could tell that, for Della, full-body contact was very important. He and Della also did a lot more kissing than he did with Edith. He’d already learned that sex is different with each new partner, but this experience drove that idea home.

When they finally went to sleep, it had been with one woman on each side of him. Then he’d awakened in the morning with his dick already in Della’s mouth. He let out a soft moan of pleasure to let her know he was awake. And it did feel good. For a woman who said she had very little experience in giving oral sex, she showed a wide variety of oral skills: licking the shaft, tickling the head with her tongue, taking long deep strokes, and in the morning, she took his balls in her mouth, one at a time and sucked gently while stroking the shaft with her hand. After a while, she slid her hip up onto his chest so they were doing sixty-nine. He always loved sixty-nine. He loved it with Sarah, Bailey, and Byron… the night before with Chloé and on Friday night with Bethany were both unexpected treats. With each of them, it was different, and he’d not done it with Della until his early morning oral wake-up. He leaned up and did his best to kiss and lick her pussy in a way that conveyed love, not lust.

 He had no way of knowing how long Della enjoyed her time with his cock in her mouth; but eventually, taking care not to wake Edith, Della slid her body around to lay on him face to face. She deftly slid his erection fully inside of her. She just lay there for a good while, slowly moving her hips before she moved to kiss him. The kisses were soft and caring… the kiss of a lover, not a playmate. Out of instinct, he began to use his fingertips to trace from her shoulders, down her back, and then followed the circular shape of her ass. He did this repeatedly with the gentleness he would with a sleeping puppy. Several times he heard her moan with contentment.  

After some time, she said very quietly, “I suppose it is good we aren’t staying another day. If we did, I’d be fully in love with you. I had always puzzled when I read stories of school teachers falling in love with students your age; but now I get it. I can see why a woman would risk everything to have this experience day in and day out. I am so tempted to get your contact information, no matter the risks. I haven’t felt like this in… well I don’t know I ever have. If you were just a little older, I would risk it, but I can’t endanger my family for my own happiness. I simply can’t be that selfish.”

Lamar didn’t know what to say as Della slowly ground down on his pubic bone. He wanted to help her. For the first time, he really understood the joy Mrs. Hildebrandt got out of using her body as a vessel for God’s service. He thought about telling her that the age of consent in Georgia was seventeen, and in several states, he knew it was sixteen, but he thought that would seem self-serving. But feeling so appreciated was intoxicating. He decided the best thing to do was to just kiss her with all the love he could muster.

Finally, he figured out what to say. “My mother’s email and office phone number are on the website I showed you. I’m sure she’d love to help you out as you move into what I think will be a new way of life. I know she preaches open and honest communication between husband and wife, but I also know that many, maybe most men would never tell their wives they can find happiness with their bodies with whoever they want… the way my dad and Sarah’s dad do. So, she won’t condemn you for cheating on your husband if it is between that and living an unhappy life. If you want, I’ll tell her you’ll be contacting her. I know she’ll be happy to talk to you.”

Della just lay her head on his shoulder. He could feel her happiness. Softly he added, “It is too bad you are leaving so early. You would really like my mom and I know she would like you.”

Into his ear, Della said, “Perhaps I will contact her if you are sure she is OK that we are…” she seemed to search for a word.

Lamar supplied it, “Lovers. We are lovers.”

“Yes, we are. Lovers. I like that.”

 Edith awoke when Della began riding hard for an orgasm. She just grinned and said, “And don’t even begin to think she is the only one who gets a turn before we leave.” 

He didn’t.

As had been the case the night before, Edith was all about getting off on his dick. While Della had slowly climbed to orgasm through maximum skin-to-skin contact and kissing, Edith rode him hard and kept going even after she’d climaxed the first time. However, she did lean down to whisper, “I think Della would like to go home with your cum still in her. If you can hold off for her, I know she’d appreciate it.”

And he did hold off, and still wore his erection as the three of them went to take a shower. It was fun in the water, or perhaps the word was joyous. They freely touched and kissed one another long after they were cleaned up. Finally, Edith said, “OK, you two, if Lamar is going to give you a parting gift you need to get at it.”

Della said she’d rather do it in the bed, so they dried off, and Edith went to pack up while Della lay back, legs open. She was clearly inviting Lamar to mount her. Taking care to keep his weight off of the petite woman, Lamar put his lips to hers as his cock slid home. They moved in synch as if they were long-time lovers and she let out moans of pleasure even as they kissed.  Lamar so wanted to make her feel loved; so he put all the emotion he could manage into everything they were doing.

From the doorway, Lamar heard Edith say, “OK, Della, I’ve packed you up, but you absolutely must be done in eight minutes.”

Edith didn’t reply to her friend, but she did wrap her legs around Lamar and told him. “Give it to me deep and hard. I want to feel you inside of me on the plane ride home.”

He did what she asked and the loud vocalizations started almost immediately. With her legs around him, he couldn’t really pull out to hammer her, so instead, he rhythmically pressed in as hard as he could, relaxed and pressed again. It must have worked. She cried out, “Yes Lover, that is what I want. Give me your cum to take home with me.”

It was an odd way to say it, but he understood what she meant. He let himself ramp-up. She responded by pressing her hips up to meet him. Just as he was reaching critical mass, she exclaimed, “Now Lamar, I’m cumming… you do it now!”

He actually began pumping his cum into her even before he felt her clinch on his cock as she too climaxed. He’d been holding back since before dawn, and he had a lot to give her. There was a satisfaction in feeling streams of his semen filling Della’s body. More than the pleasure of cumming, it was an emotional or even spiritual satisfaction that he was giving her what she so desperately wanted… needed. He felt part of himself going into a void she had in her soul. He knew Mrs. Hildebrandt’s brand of Christianity put spiritual value in semen filling a woman. Bailey always thanked him for his gift when he came in her, even in her ass. Somehow for the first time, he really believed it as he felt his cum filling the space where his cock was. He was giving her part of his spiritual self and that gave him a sense that he’d met his Christian obligation to her.

 And he gave her a lot. So much that when she began to unwind, and he had the freedom to make a few last long strokes, he felt his cum spreading out over her vulva and onto the bed. Once her orgasm was fully spent, he eased his still-hard dick all the way into her and held it there. With his lips no more than two inches from her’s he said, “I hope you felt my love in that.”  He said the words even though he’d only meant to think them to himself. He hoped he’d not said too much.

Her response said he had not. “Yes. It has been so very long, like twenty years, since I felt love in this way. I’m going to enjoy knowing some of you is still deep inside of me as I go home. And I will send you messages through your mother. Unless you object, I’ll send them to ‘My Lover,” for her to pass them to you. Though I’m sure it will be at least a year, I want very much to be with you again. Every day until then, I will be looking forward to feeling you inside of me like this once more.”

Lamar could feel how much she meant it. Was this what he’d been working for? He wasn’t sure. He kissed her again, softly and tenderly. Before he rolled off of her, he said, “I’ll have my mother send you some of the photos we took as a family yesterday.” He was sure she understood that was a roundabout and relatively safe way to send her nude photos of him. In at least some of them, he was fully erect, and he knew she loved his hard-on.

She smiled, “Yes, I’d like that. I’ll send some phone pics to her of me nude on the beach that Edith took so you won’t forget me.”

“I won’t” were his last words before getting up so she could dress for her trip home. It was a wonderful ending for an amazing series of events.  Even Della’s tears when he went out the door made it all the better.

****

Bonnie and Misty’s taxi trip across the island took about fifteen minutes. The vagueness of Honoré's description as to where they were supposed to meet up with Corin made Bonnie a little bit antsy. He’d said they were to go to the peer across from Fort St. Louis, but it wasn’t until they got out of the cab that she fully understood what he meant. 

The ruins of a castle-like structure stood atop a tall hill, but directly across from it was a concrete jetty. And sure enough, Corin was there waiting for them. A small inflatable boat was tied to the pier. He greeted them pleasantly, then pointedly looked at the stuffed beach bag in Bonnie’s hand and the camera bag and tripod in Misty’s.

“Well, you came prepared. But I guess I should have expected that from what you told us about why you are here this week.” He took the bags and helped Misty and Bonnie into the boat before continuing, “A couple of times a year we are chartered for the express purpose of doing photoshoots. I don’t remember how much Honoré told you about La Étole de Québec, but she is something almost unique. There are only about half a dozen tall ships that ply these waters, and I think she is the queen of them all.”

Had Bonnie heard him right? Tall ship?

After he’d gotten the motor running, the little boat cleared the jetty and moved around to give a view of the bay, he added, “You will find more places to shoot on her than you will have time for, even though we plan to be gone all day.”

The bay was filled with boats of all shapes and sizes. The nearer ones were small, not any bigger than one might find on a lake back home, but beyond them, the boats got progressively larger until the last rows were made up of ocean-going craft. Corin piloted the little dinghy past the last of the smaller boats and past what could only be called yachts. Pointing he said, “There she is.”

The day before Honoré had talked at length about La Étole de Québec, but when she saw it, it wasn’t what Bonnie had expected. It was a pirate ship… a full-sized pirate ship!

Misty’s thoughts must have echoed her mother’s because she said what Bonnie was thinking. “It’s a pirate ship.”

Corin quickly interjected, “No, it’s not a pirate ship. It is a pirate hunter for his glorious majesty, King Louie XIV, the Sun King. I thought Honoré told you she was an early 18th century eighteen-gun frigate. Though he might have called her a galleon-frigate. He does both depending on his audience.”

Misty felt silly. She did remember him saying both terms, but she’d thought she’d misheard when he said she had eighteen guns. But she hadn’t.

Corin went on, “She wasn’t actually built in like 1700, she is actually only thirty-something years old. But, I’m sure Honoré will talk your ears off about her today.”

As they approached, Bonnie decided that the La Étole de Québec was no longer than the San Dinero, but she was way taller and wider. Both Bonnie and Misty just sat dumbfounded. This wasn’t at all what they’d expected, but as soon as Misty had gotten over the initial shock, she immediately began to consider the amazing photo opportunities this offered.

Meeting Honoré yesterday was far more fortuitous than she’d realized.

The closer they got the bigger it seemed, looming over their little boat as Corin took them around to the far side. He pulled them up to a door… a hatch as Corin called it, built into the side so that it was not apparent from a distance. “Now, in the 1700’s the only way on or off of a ship like this was to climb a rope ladder, but while she may look three hundred years old, she has safety features such as this watertight entrance hatch and several more watertight hatches on the interior bulkheads, though, it is all cleverly disguised to appear to be period even in close-up movie scenes.”

Bonnie just nodded as if she really followed what he said. However, it seemed to be a well-rehearsed speech to allay passenger fears. Gleaning that bit of knowledge, Bonnie asked, “Do you take on passengers on a regular basis?”

We book paying passengers for cruises lasting from an afternoon, as we have on the day after tomorrow, to several week-long tours of nearby islands. For weeks that Honoré is not abord, we are booked solid for the next six months. When he’s not here, I’m Captain, and we have a team of locals who ship with us on an as-needed basis. Normally for day trips, it is just the captain and one mate, but for overnights we always sail with a second deckhand.”

Bonnie followed up, “So, how much of the year are you Captain Corin?”

“About half the year. Honoré is on board perhaps two weeks out of each month. The majority of the time when he is here, we don’t take paying passengers. However, when he is on board, we take groups of his friends and family as well as business associates…” after a pause he said, “and occasionally we ship with particularly interesting and attractive women.”

Neither Bonnie nor Misty were surprised at that last statement.

After he’d tied the boat to the … well it was a ship, the ship, he opened the hatch and helped them into what he called the gun deck. But he first warned them that the ceiling was low, and Bonnie noted that Corin had to bend to keep from hitting his head on the heavy wooden framing. 

Bonnie thought the place was aptly named since there was indeed a row of six cannon filling half of the open space. On the near side, the port side, rather than guns, there was what appeared to be four cabins. Corin said the walls were woven sea grass and could be rolled up to allow the starboard side guns to be used. “The louvered doors detach and are stowed. That is not too different than what was done in the day. Though only the officers had any sort of cabin, the walls were removable to make the gun deck clear from stem to stern.”

As if to answer the question in her mind, Corin said, “Yes, these cabins are the most minimal possible. In every one the passengers have to share the space with one or two guns. If you’ve ever heard the phrase, son-of-a-gun, it originated from children conceived by their sailor father in makeshift beds between the guns. Enlisted men would go years without being allowed to step foot on land. Those who had been pressed into naval service and had wives and children were just out of luck. On occasion, if the ship was in port for long periods, a sailor’s wife might be allowed on board and his messmates would set up the bed with a piece of sail over them to give a little privacy.  But in most cases, the women were prostitutes brought on board for the purpose of improving moral among the men. So, while these woven sea grass curtains don’t give a lot of privacy, we give more than any sailor would have had. While the beds in the cabins are infinitely better than used by sailors and their women, they are still between the guns.”

Misty asked, “Are the guns real?”

“Sort of. These guns are called long-18’s, since they have and extended barrel to give added range to the eighteen-pound iron balls they fired. These however are cast aluminum with a steel sleeve, rather than solid bronze or iron. They work in as far as we can load them with a black powder charge and fire them off. It is quite impressive, but no they are not strong enough to fire a real 18 lb. iron ball. We are actually in St. Martin this week for a pirate festival. I’m surprise you didn’t hear about it. The eight-gun sloop we passed on the way in was flying Black Beard’s flag on both Saturday and Sunday. We have a volunteer fighting crew we take on to man the guns on the days we do mock battles. On Saturday The Revenge escaped us, but on Sunday, we cornered her. The Revenge is more nimble, but we outgun her.  No matter who takes the day, there is lots of noise and smoke.”

Misty looked at her mother and they both gave him blank looks having not understood most of what he was talking about.

Bonnie said, “I wish we had. We would have loved to see it. Will you be doing it again this week?”

“Sorry, but no. We only do this twice a year here in St. Martin. It's rather a big production with lots of permits and such.”

Corin led them up a set of stairs to the upper deck. It too had guns, but there were fewer of them and they were much smaller. Though wider and taller than the San Dinero, it was apparent from the deck it was only marginally longer. Right off Bonnie knew that no matter what else happened today, Misty would have a great time shooting photos.

Honoré met Bonnie and Misty up on the quarter deck (the raised part at the back of the little ship). Bonnie didn’t know what to make of his attire. He wore an old-school wool naval coat, complete with epaulets… with a pair of red cargo shorts. Coupled with his broad smile, it was a most peculiar look; but on this ship it didn’t look all that out of place.  He greeted them with an effusive, warm greeting. “I am so happy you two were able to make it today.” He took note of Misty’s camera bag and said, “So Misty, may I conclude that you came prepared to do some modeling today?”

Misty nodded, saying “If you don’t mind. I brought what you saw me trying on yesterday to take some photos while we are out… well, I plan on wearing those outfits or nothing at all. That is OK with you, isn’t it?”

“Oh, of course it is.” Honoré replied. “If you had told me that you wanted to take photos I would have let you know that we have some wonderful period outfits that you might be interested in using today.”

Misty’s face lit up, “Like from Pirates of the Caribbean stuff?”

“Yes, some are quite authentic. We have a number of events each year where Corin and I, along with our volunteer crew, dress the part. But there are several outfits that are more sexy-fantasy than period. I think that yesterday I mentioned that we have been booked a number of times for glamour/nude photo shoots, though the outfits are mostly for our reenactments, even the sexy ones. La Étole de Québec has also been chartered several times by groups of swingers, though on all of those Corin has been the captain while I was back in Montreal. And even on the cruses with my work associates, we’ve had a number of them that were effectively nude cruises. All that to say, nudity is no problem for us. You are welcome to use whatever you would like today. Once we are out of the bay and under sail, Corin will show you what we have.”

Misty couldn’t contain her excitement, but before she could speak, he added, “But first we need to be on our way. If you two can just make yourself comfortable, it takes all of my attention to get us out of the bay safely.”  With that, he stepped over to the large ship’s wheel flanked by upright consoles. He removed their covers to reveal two banks of controls on the consoles, then he lifted two brass lids to reveal a pair of computer screens and keyboards.  Bonnie moved closer to see what he was doing. One screen had a schematic of the boat… ship? The other showed a radar sweep and a number of digital meters. After a few keystrokes, she could hear and feel the rumble of engines.

Turning back to Bonnie, Honoré said, “While in many ways La Étole de Québec is a faithful replica of an early 18th-century French man-o-war, but in others she is a modern wonder. You see, when I bought her seven years ago, she was a wreck, literally. She’d been partially dismasted and left aground after a hurricane and had sat rotting for over two years. When I started rebuilding her, I fitted her out specifically to be able to be crewed by just two people. Which is saying a lot since in the 18th century this ship would have had a minimal crew of 70 and even a merchant vessel of this type would have had a crew of about twenty.  But she’d been built as a movie prop and already had twin diesel engines, a full electrical system, and hidden winches to control the sails. While the masts and yards might look like wood, they are all made of aluminum alloy that is lighter and stronger than an actual ship of this period would have. Other than the task of making her seaworthy again, the real upgrade I made when I rebuilt her was to make all the winches electronically integrated through this console. Well, all the ships functions, including the motor and everything electrical are controlled from here.”

Bonnie thought she had a basic idea of what he meant, though she wasn’t sure what wenches had to do with it.

Turning back to the screen with the ship schematic he began typing in commands. “This screen shows me her internal workings and lets me set the yards,  set & reef the sails and other functions that would normally be done by a crew.  I can’t do everything a fully crewed ship would do. However, when heavy weather approaches, I can bring the yards down so they can be lashed to the gunnels, and yet with the diesel engines, I can still make nearly twelve knots.”

The more Honoré talked about his ship (she’d decided it was not right to call this a boat), the less she was able to keep up. And he continued talking about her the entire time he was motoring her out of the bay.

Misty was not there for the longwinded discussion about the history and glory of La Étole de Québec. She’d picked up her camera bag and followed Corin as he made his way to the bow to cast off their line to the buoy.  Before going down the steps from the quarter deck, she’d told her mother, “I’m not going to miss any of this.”

For Misty, yesterday had been a leap into the world of adults, and today appeared she would most certainly go deeper. She was treated not as a girl, but as a real adult. And for her, the fact she and her mom were invited by two men for a sailing trip was still just a bit much. Not that she wasn’t enjoying the feeling of being grown-up and independent, because she was. However, it was just the sudden shift that left her off balance.

Her mom was treating her so differently too. Last summer, even though they did some crazy stuff at the beach, Mom was still acting in charge. On her birthday, Mom suddenly stopped being her guardian, she was         Amy’s employee and not once in the whole day of shooting did she ever act motherly. Then yesterday, at Richard Kyle’s office, Mom was her sidekick or assistant; she and Mr. Kyle were in charge of the entire meeting. Now once again it seemed that she and Mom were peers. She would be very surprised if her mother put her parent hat back on today. On one hand, she liked being more a friend to her mother, but there was a feeling that the safety net had been removed from her life. If Mom was a friend, then who would catch her if she fell?  All this was going through her mind as they motored across the bay.

Misty had never been on anything quite like this big boat. Yacht? Ship?  While the two men got the ship (yes, like her mother had, she decided it was a ship) going, she began to frame photos of the action.  This, her friends had to see. Once they’d cleared the last of the moored boats, as if by magic, the sails on the three masts unfurled. She was surprised that she could feel when they caught the wind and began pushing the vessel forward. Honoré changed course and the boat heeled and picked up speed. Misty was already composing in her mind the photos she wanted taken of herself and of her mom before they returned.

The bulky La Étole de Québec moved out of the bay more rapidly than Bonnie would have thought possible. More quickly than the San Dinero did from what she could remember.  What she did remember was how quiet a sailboat became after the motors were shut off and they moved with the wind.  She stood next to Honoré as he guided the ship out to the open sea. The cloud of sails floated above them and the coast of the island spread out to her left.

Looking forward, from her perch on the quarter deck Bonnie watched her daughter taking photos.  Misty had moved toward the bow. She stood holding a ratline to the foremast, the sarong at her waist billowing in the wind.  They had bought four of the colorful sheer rectangles yesterday and now it was clear they were perfect for wearing over swim wear, however tiny that might be. Corin was doing something with the ropes, but Bonnie had no clue what he was doing or why.  But from what Bonnie could see, Misty liked watching him do it and he in turn liked looking up to get glimpses of Misty.

The ship had knee high walls (gunnels) topped with very heavy duty railings running around the deck’s perimeter.  Running from just above the first yard arm down to the spar deck, was a sort of rope ladder that spread down in a “V” shape to where they tied outside of the gunnels. Bonnie knew from her time on the San Dinero that they were called ratlines. It was on the wide railing, holding on to the ratlins that Misty perched herself to shoot photos of the ship at sea. Above her, the mast rose into the blue sky holding the taught sails. She’d removed her bikini top and her sandals without any production, but the sarong fluttered from her waist.

It was an image Bonnie just had to catch. She went down the steps to the spar deck and asked Misty to hand her the camera. Bonnie began shooting a series of photos.  Her daughter’s very attractive young body was fully on display. Corin seemed to be frozen as he stood halfway out of the forward hatch, watching. Misty’s long hair blew in the wind as Bonnie worked to get just the right photo. She eventually moved to stand on the steps that led up to the quarter deck. It was the angle she was looking for.

“She’s not as shy as I usually find American girls to be” Honoré commented from his position at the wheel, just off to Bonnie’s left. Momentarily a concern popped into her mind that her daughter’s youthful beauty would make her look old and unattractive.  For a moment, she became concerned, no alarmed, that Misty was now not just her daughter, but… a rival. She quashed that unwelcomed thought. If they had been competing for attention (which they weren’t), she would gladly cede the field to her daughter. Of that, she had no doubt. She was not in any competition with Misty.

Her reply to Honoré was “No, my Misty isn't shy.” In a mocking tone she added “I just don’t know where she gets it?”

Honoré put any idea that the mother and daughter were in a competition to rest by saying “I think Corin likes her. But me, I prefer grown women.” Bonnie felt the tension that she’d been denying she had, ebb.

Framing photos while not falling on the constantly moving ship was no small feat. To make matters worse Bonnie’s sarong was catching the wind.  All in all, balancing to shoot photos on the stairs was tricky business. A gust of wind caught her sarong just as the ship rolled. It almost pulled her from her perch on the stairs.  She had a simple solution to her attire upsetting her balance. Bonnie pulled the knot that held the sarong on and let it flutter down to the deck. Bonnie resumed shooting without looking back to see how Honoré responded to the fact she too was now bare breasted.  She was sure Misty saw and would fill her in on it later.

For Misty, holding on to the ratlines, watching the water and feeling the wind across her body was exhilarating.  When she looked down she reconfirmed that the bikini was only decoration, not a covering. She was pleased how the bikini framed and accentuated her sexual body parts. It was clearly more provocative than if she'd been nude. She felt so alive and had the unusual feeling of being beautiful and desirable.

Looking at the sun still rising in the boat's wake, she knew it would soon be too high to make good photos. She could not let this moment go to waste. Hopping back down she dragged mom from her very pleasant conversation with Honoré. 

Bonnie saw Misty coming and knew the drill. For half an hour Misty changed in and out of the outfits in the bag. Of course, that meant she was nude right on the deck as she changed, but she was a professional model now and that was just part of the job. 

One of Bonnie's photos of Misty in her new bikini

Bonnie suggested that Misty put on the larger sarong she had worn, but with nothing on under it, to pose again up on the gunnel railing, holding the ratlines while the dress fluttered. Bonnie took those and a series as she took the sarong back off and held it in the wind.  She warned Misty not to drop it since she didn’t even have a top to wear back to the villa if the sarong went overboard.

Then Misty wrapped her sarong around her waist again, (without bothering to put back on her bikini) and began posing her mother. The sun was now well up and she recruited Corin to hold the small round reflector board she’d bought just for this trip. He quickly got the hang of bouncing the light into the shadowed parts of Misty’s mother’s body. Bonnie too went through the outfits. Finally, Misty set up poses for both her and her mother. She recruited Corin to shoot the photos after she framed them. They worked in the reverse order of what Misty normally shot. In the first sets of them together, they were fully nude, after which they both tied the sarongs around their waists for semi-nude photos.

A photo shot by Corin

Misty might not have been scared of standing on the ledge, but it terrified Bonnie. Corin suggested she climb up onto the ratlines themselves.  Though even higher up, it indeed felt more secure to Bonnie. She hoped the photos were worth the effort (and terror). The process of modeling for Misty was now predictable to Bonnie; however, it was fun and certainly Honoré enjoyed watching especially since the final set of pics of the two of them together were shot on the quarterdeck where he stood at the ship’s wheel.  

Misty couldn’t help noticing that she clearly had Corin’s attention the entire time. She didn’t hesitate to play up her poses for him. Already it was apparent they had paired off, mom with the mature Honoré and she with hunky Corin.  He looked to be like twenty-five. For all her precociousness, with the exception of her staged time posing with Salvador, she had never been with anyone out of high school before this trip. Corin was hot, not in the Brad Pitt sort of perfection, but in the confident outdoorsman way. He was on the tall side, not muscle bound, but he was clearly in top shape. She knew it was silly, but she thought his French accent made him all the more sexy.

By 11:00, the La Étole de Québec had long cleared the western tip of the island and had only changed their heading slightly to the south.  Honoré shouted the command, “Prepare to come about.” Honoré turned the yard arms from his command consoles, but Corin went back to ensure all the lines were as they should be. The ship heeled slightly to port and soon they were making good time going back toward the island heading south-east along the island south coast.  

They had been shooting photos for well over an hour and even with the steady breeze it was getting a little warm. Honoré suggested Bonnie might want to join him on the quarterdeck. Bonnie wrapped her sarong around her waist to stand by Honoré.

 Looking up at the sails was fascinating to Bonnie. She counted nine sails on the three masts and two more on the long spinnaker. They floated above the deck, holding as firm rectangles as the small ship plowed through the four and five-foot swells. From her perch, Bonnie could also see Misty and Corin sitting and chatting up on the foredeck. She was surprised that they had sailed around half the island and neither of the men had made any sexual advances, not even an ass grab. Very surprising indeed.

Suddenly a new idea came into her mind. What if Honoré was strictly gay?  That would explain why he’d rebuilt this ship to be crewed by just two people. The fact that Corin made no pretense of his interest in Misty did not mean he was not Honoré’s lover as well.  Yet, she’d seen the looks Honoré had been giving her. She was sure he wanted her but was holding back. Yet her mind went back to Philippe and Gastón on Turks Island. They were (as she found out afterward) a gay couple, yet they had introduced her to the mind-blowing experience of double penetration.

Philippe and Gastón were publicly a gay couple, even though it seems everyone knew they enjoyed sharing women as part of their sex lives. The memory of the amazing experience of that night still aroused her.  Feeling Gastón’s cock in her ass while her vagina was filled with Phillipe as they fucked in the rain was a red-letter event for her. That memory gave her an image of Honoré and Corin fucking her at the same time. She felt her vagina surge with fluids at just the thought of it. Oh yes, she’d be very disappointed if she didn’t get both of them inside of her before they went back to the villa.

As her mother knew she would, Misty was having a fine time. Corin was telling her of his life as a professional sailor. She found out that he had worked for Honoré for just under three years.  As her mother had done, once the shooting was done, she’d wrapped the sarong around her waist. Though he never made any come-on comments, Corin was not very clever at hiding his appreciative looks at Misty’s body.

After a break from the shooting of about half an hour, Corin led Misty down below, to the gun deck, where he opened a low closet built into the bulkhead near the back of the ship. In it were outfits for at least a dozen people. Corin explained that in the 17th century, only officers had uniforms, so the seamen’s outfits were the same no matter if the La Étole de Québec played the role of Royal French pirate hunter or that of a pirate. Misty quickly dropped her sarong to the deck to pull on a pair of woolen pants. She was a little surprised, and quite pleased when he asked, “Do you mind if I change right here?”

Of course, she did not mind. When she saw he wore no underwear when he dropped his shorts, she didn’t even pretend not to look… and he didn’t try to cover himself either. Yes, he was clean-shaven down there as Misty had suspected he would be. She got a good look at him… all of him, including his half-erection. It took some self-control not to attack him right then and there. And she would have if she wasn’t concerned that it might impinge on this opportunity to do sexy costume photos for her website. In her mind, she said, “Giving this hot guy a hard ride will have to wait, for now.”

Bonnie saw Misty come up from the gun deck in a wonderful sexy pirate outfit, including hat and sword. Corin was also dressed as a pirate, if much less flamboyantly so. Though Bonnie would have rather just stayed where she was talking to Honoré, she knew that the new website was their reason for being in St. Martin. And the more she looked at Misty’s outfit, the more she decided she couldn’t miss the opportunity to get photos of her dressed as the sexy pirate. The ensuing costumed photoshoot was a ball of fun. Corin showed Misty how to pose for mock sword fights, which Bonnie caught with the camera.

A pirate photo by Bonnie

In no time, however, Bonnie found herself trying on outfits down on the gundeck while Misty changed into a more stylish outfit. To make it more race, she simply skipped the blouse that went with it to go bare-breasted. Not to be outdone by her daughter, Bonnie skipped the shirt on her outfit as well. The second round of photos went much as the first though the majority of them were shot by Corin of both Misty and her mother in the great outfits.

Photo by Corin

Misty was glad she’d brought her tripod because she couldn’t help but want to do a set of romance novel photos of her and Corin down in the gun deck. By using the tripod, not only was Misty able to frame the photos she wanted (by using her mother as a stand-in), but she was able to shoot at a slow enough shutter speed not to need the flash. This gave her the mood lighting that she was sure would make the photos terrific. The raciest pose she did was while shooting her mother kissing Corin hot and heavy. She instructed him to take one of her mom’s bare breasts in his hand. It was his careful, tentative way of taking her breast in hand that made that frame one of the best shots of the morning.

Though the photos were posed, the deep hungry kisses and wood in Corin's pants were very real.  Misty was tempted to take the photoset further. She had no doubt that should she give the instructions, Corin would not stop even if she asked him to fuck her mom. However, she resisted. While she’d love to have a set of sex photos on the gun deck, she did not want to risk taking advantage of Honoré’s generosity and Corin’s horniness. So, everyone kept on their pants so things did not get too out of hand.

Photo by Misty

When Misty had gotten the photos that she wanted of her mother and Corin making out between the big guns, they switched places. When they were passing, Bonnie whispered in Misty’s ear, “Damn, that boy can kiss.” Then it was Misty’s turn to pose. In doing the photos on the gundeck that way, Misty got two nearly identical sets, one with her mom and one with her. It was clear Corin didn’t object to kissing and groping the tits of both her and her mom.

Since they had already done one photo shoot, the costume set was shorter. They only shot for a little over an hour before Misty called it quits and put her camera away. She and Corin relaxed in the sun on the foredeck while Bonnie went back to sunning on the quarterdeck with Honoré. Misty was hopeful things would get going when he didn’t put his shorts back on after getting out of the pirate outfit, but all he did was grab a pair of towels for them to lay out on the foredeck in the nude.

Though Misty and Bonnie had expected a little more “action” when they finished shooting, nothing sexual happened. However, by 2:00 they were more interested in food than their unrequited sexual desires. They had been gone all day without a bite to eat and were beginning to think they would not eat until they got back to their villa.

Bonnie sat up and looked across the water to St. Martin. She could tell they had passed their hotel some time ago and were still sailing northeast; away from St. Martin. She was surprised when she realized they were approaching a small and evidently uninhabited island. Honoré pointed and said, “That is Tintamarre Island. We will go ashore for a picnic lunch. If that’s acceptable to you.”

Bonnie did not hesitate to agree. She was, by now, very focused on eating. He shouted something to Corin in French. Abruptly the younger man ended his cozy conversation with Misty, pulled on his shorts, and resumed his well-practiced sailor skills.

Misty stood and picked up her sarong & sandals. Clothes and camera bag in hand, she made her way to the quarterdeck. The view from that higher perch was terrific, so she pulled out her camera and shot some more photos.

They sailed past a wide sandy beach with several boats anchored and continued around the north side of the island to a smaller, and significantly less inviting spot. The beach was small and rocky, with a steep rise behind. There were no other boats on this side. Corin dropped anchor in the shelter of what could only be described as a cliff jutting out of the island’s side.

“I doubt you will see anyone on this end of the island,” Honoré said. “You can leave the sarongs here if you wish, but you most definitely want to bring your shoes. There are some sharp rocks.”

Misty wrapped her sarong around her waist, but did not put on her top, “It’s not being seen I’m worried about, it’s sitting on the bench of that little boat. My ass needs a little protection.”  Bonnie agreed, but she retied her sarong at the shoulder as she had in the morning. 

Once the ship was secured, they climbed down into the yacht’s little inflatable dinghy.  Honoré took the helm and Bonnie sat beside him, leaving the forward seats to Misty and Corin. Captain Honoré said, “We have a full-sized Zodiac in the hold, but we only pull it out when we have need of it. This little boat is handier on difficult beaches like this one.”

The small boat beached in the only spot Bonnie saw that was not rock. Honoré and Corin pulled on backpacks, and they began to trudge up the steep rocky ascent. Bonnie was amused at how much Misty looked like girls in Polynesian paintings with her waist sarong but bare-breasted. She asked for the camera and shot photos of Misty as they walked.

Bonnie was winded when they reached the top, about a hundred feet above sea level. It was a beautiful view. Looking back the way they’d come, she could see the waves crashing on a nearly sheer cliff. Looking back toward St. Martin, it was just grass and scrub. She could see why this island was uninhabited.  When she looked to the east there was nothing until one reached Europe or Africa.

Bonnie couldn’t help but remember the other time she’d come aboard a small boat to a deserted island. As they walked south-east, toward their apparent destination, she began telling the story of the luau with the people from the San Dinero.  Up to this point, she had only made a few vague references to the last sailing trip she had been on; but, now, though she condensed the story a great deal, she made it abundantly clear that the last trip had been, to use her word “free-spirited”.

Misty, after her mom had concluded added “I think Corin may have crewed on a few trips like that, but he didn’t give me any juicy details.”

Bonnie looked over at Corin, but he didn’t bite.

“So?” Bonnie pestered.

After a brief silence, Corin said “Yes, I’ve crewed on a couple of similar cruises when we had swingers on board. But of course as a crew member, not a guest, I did not participate.”

Bonnie snapped back, “You’re telling me that you never did it with the guests on the cruises you worked?”

Again, he paused “I didn’t say I had never been with a guest.”

“Ah ha,” Bonnie gloated. “So?”

“It is always discreet. But, yes, some of the women have, what should I say? Sought out my affection.”

“Now we are getting some answers,” Bonnie said with some satisfaction.

They continued to walk at the top of the cliff overlooking the ocean.

“But usually not on the nude cruses,” he continued. “Swingers tend to understand the difference between crew and guest. It is the more conservative women who have been the most persistently amorous. Again, I say, very much out of the eye of the others and always when their husbands were not likely to make an unexpected appearance.”

Bonnie asked, “So the openly sexual cruses are better behaved than the stuffy ones?”

“Oh yes, most definitely. And while I’m being forthright, I’ll say some of the most prim and proper women have come up with the most creative subterfuges to get me alone, especially when I’m the captain. There is something about the idea of having a tryst with the ship's captain that women find enticing. And, if I yield to their desires, and they think we will not be disturbed, the upstanding middle-aged ladies can be insatiable. They want all I can give and then some.”

Misty moved closer to Corin as they walked, she gripped his ass and said “I’ll go easy on you.”

Bonnie, however, pushed the point, “So tell us about it.”

Corin, evidently unsure of what to do looked over to Honoré.

Honoré  told him “Go ahead, you can use the story about which I suspect you are thinking.”  After a moment Misty, who was now holding Corin’s arm as they continued along the top of the cliff said “Now you've got me curious. What is he talking about?”

Corin started on his tale, “I should start at the beginning. I have been sailing since I was a child. My family has a farm on the Isle de Orleans, just north of Quebec City.  In the summer I sailed nearly every day and by the time I was in high school I was sailing competitively.  I received a scholarship to sail for Boston College, but after my second year, I decided that was just not the life for me. I moved around crewing on several maxi-boats before I met Honoré.”

Honoré added, “A maxi-boat is a very large sea-going racing sailboat.

”

Corin agreed “Oh, yes sorry I didn’t explain.  I met Honoré in Perth, and as two Quebecer’s we got on and he invited me to crew on his round-the-world trip. That was six years ago while La Étole de Quebec was still undergoing her refit. I’ve been working for him since then.”

In her mind, Misty quickly determined that he was around twenty-seven years old.

“I said all that to say that though I crew for him, he is off doing his money-making thing for weeks, and once a year or so, for months on end. Normally during hurricane season. While he’s gone, I captain for charters on the La Étole de Quebec, and oversee her maintenance. It’s a great life. Sun, sailing and …. “ giving a lecherous look over at Misty and Bonnie “... the most amazing women in the world.”

Misty just smiled but Bonnie said “Oh, do we qualify in that regard?”

Honore’ answered, “I can assure you that you do.”

Bonnie took Honoré’s hand “I’ll have to live up to the billing I guess.”

Corin continued, “Please understand that I am always very professional at work, and even when paying passengers come on to me, I am polite but refuse… well I usually refuse… more than not I refuse.” His mischievous grin reinforced his increasingly large exception group.

Bonnie looked to Honoré who was standing at the edge of the highest cliff on the island. A hundred feet below, the waves crashed on the rocks. They had arrived at the place Honoré had evidently been making for. The view was amazing and the shore trip would have been more than worth the effort even if it were just she and her family.  Both men took off their packs and quickly laid out a picnic complete with a red & white checked tablecloth.  He bade them to sit.

Looking at the food, Bonnie exclaimed, “Don’t tell me I walked all this way just for cheese and baguettes?”

“Ah, but I brought wine and these" as he unwrapped four kabobs. " They are the most amazing conch & steak kabobs you have ever tasted. A lady who runs a shop by the beach makes these. She came in early today just to make these up for Corin to pick up before you arrived."

Bonnie realized she had spoken too early. "Oh, well I take it back then."

Honoré smiled. "I never meet a beautiful woman unprepared" and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “Finally,” Bonnie thought before saying aloud, “And that means you brought condoms I hope.”

“Several” he replied.

Now there was no question as to how this picnic would end. Bonnie felt herself relax now that she knew for sure that sex was the final course of lunch. Even if he’d not brought condoms, there was a full box in Misty’s camera bag. They all found places to sit. Misty laid back against Corin and Bonnie sat beside Honoré. 

Honoré prepared their picnic lunch. He cut up the baguette, sliced from a half wheel of cheese, and took the kabobs off their skewers. Additionally, there were olives, a bunch of grapes, and two bottles of wine. To Bonnie, it seemed so very traditional and romantic. To Misty, it was one more step out of her life as a rural Georgia high school kid to… well she wasn’t sure where this life was leading.

Bonnie didn’t realize how hungry she was. Fortunately for her, there were two wrapped packages of kabobs so when the first four were gone, Honoré laid four more out on the wooden tray. After eating for about fifteen minutes, Misty chided Corin to continue his story. “OK, you told us the background stuff, but you have not told your story.”

“OK, Misty I’ll finish. As I was saying I worked for Honoré for over two years before this event, and though I never lacked for female company on my own, at work it was all work. Until then, not once had I said yes to a passenger… well not during the trip itself. It was on one of the marine research trips we do….”

Honoré cut in again. "I have a working relationship with the Marine Institute of the Memorial University of Newfoundland.  We do a January trip every year with graduate students. For that trip, we take down the woven seagrass curtains that make up the little cabins below and string up hammocks two high and two abreast over the guns so we can accommodate twenty-four students for a week. As you can imagine most of their work in Newfoundland is with cold water marine environments, here they are able to do a close study of a warm water ecosystem.”

When Honoré finished his explanation Corin continued. “As I said before, since I had been working for Honoré, women had been coming on to me, but I had always politely but firmly declined. But on that particular student tour, I spent a lot of time with a very beautiful graduate student. But still, I kept my distance.”

Once again Honoré interrupted, “And I watched with amusement for several days before I told him that he did not necessarily have to reject all offers of company. Though I did make clear that only meant if a guest pursued him, and he was discreet. So, I let the young tiger off his leash, and I can be sure we have had more than a few guests happy over the years since I did so.”

Bonnie burst out “Ohhh! We have a Don Juan here, do we?”

“No, no, nothing like that” Corin protested before continuing. “But we had several amorous encounters before the end of the cruise.”

“What kind of lame story is that” Misty protested “You got laid by some college chick. BORING!”

“Again, you get ahead of me. I am just getting to the story I was going to tell. It is about a charter cruise we had, this time last year for a family out of Ohio. Because it was a charter for family members of his business partner, Honoré was down here to skipper the trip. There was an elderly couple, their son & daughter, their spouses, and two college-aged granddaughters.”

Honoré clarified, “It was my business partner’s sister, her kids and grandkids.

Corin nodded in acknowledgement of Honoré, “They were pretty much your typical kind of rich American family where the women looked great even well into their late fifties due to what I could only guess was rather expensive surgical work. So, both the middle-aged women and the two younger women looked pretty hot, but none of the three grown women wore a bikini, it was one-piece suits for all. Even the college girls wore full-coverage American-type bikinis, though they apparently thought their suits were edgy. Pretty conservative bunch I figured.”

“The first few days were just the routine, except that one of the middle-aged women had begun to cling to me. When no one was around she began to make, what I’m sure to her, were very sexual insinuations.  Like I said, she was well into her fifties but still looked very nice, so I flirted back.  She was the daughter of the elderly couple and the two younger women were her daughters from a previous marriage. And her new husband was on the trip as well, though I could tell the daughters did not care for him.”

“Our itinerary for nearly all of our week-long cruises follows a regular routine. We sail north from Guadeloupe, where La Étole de Quebec has her primary berth, we sail up to St. Kitts and then back again, stopping at different spots depending on the interests of the clients.  This family wanted to see the Petite Terre Islands, which are a pair of nature preserves.  As he said, Jacque, Honoré’s business partner, was the older woman’s brother. So Honoré personally guided the excursions. Everyone except the woman who’d been flirting with me went that day. She claimed she was just too tired to go. As I said, Honoré was the tour guide, he was also the pilot of the zodiac. Our deckhand piloted the dinghy and helped with the tour. Consequently, I was the only crew member left on board.

“So, it was just me and this woman who had been flirting with me. I figured from the start she did not really stay back because she was tired. As soon as the zodiac and the dinghy were out of sight, I found I was correct. I was taking the opportunity with the sails down to do a little routine maintenance on the deck; when behind me, I heard the woman. I turned to see her wearing a towel wrapped around her torso, as if she was going to the shower. She asked if I minded if, while the others were away, that she get some sun. Of course, I said that was fine. Though I could see full well she was shaking, she looked me in the eye while she let the towel slide down to reveal she wore nothing under it. I actually wasn’t surprised, given what she’d been up to. But I was certain that this was the most brazen thing she had ever done in her life. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do. I doubt she knew herself, but I could tell after a few moments of her standing on the deck, naked, looking at me that she was about to lose her nerve.”

Bonnie put in, “That first time is hard but thrilling.” She gave a snort, “But now nude is just another look, just like business casual.”

Misty added, “For me, going topless that first time in Miami wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be. Going nude later that week wasn’t hard at all. I guess having grown up going nude at our pool helped. And like now, I don’t think anything of having my breasts out in the open.” Then she looked back to Corin and said, “I’ve got great boobs, why should I hide them.”

Bonnie and Honoré laughed.

Corin turned red then abruptly continued his story, “I told her that she looked great and quickly told her that most women find the spar deck, beside the smaller guns the best place to sun. I pulled out one of the sleeping bag pads we keep to make laying out on the deck more comfortable. She certainly was not the first woman who had her very first nude sunbathing experience with us, and I’ve learned the easiest way to get them relaxed and stay naked, is to give clear but mundane instructions. So with my help, she laid out nude on the spar deck, and she did look great. I would never have guessed that body belonged to a woman with two grown daughters, but I also wouldn’t have guessed that great body to be under those dowdy clothes and maillot that she had been wearing all week. She said she had been imagining going naked in public for decades, but had never had the chance.”

Bonnie interrupted him “So, women with grown daughters should be old and wrinkled? So am I that ugly or is Misty just a baby?”

He was caught off guard by his faux pas.  “No, no – you are very beautiful and your daughter is very much a woman. I just meant before that time I had never thought of ….. uh… mature women…. like her… as….well…..being a great lay. But I was mistaken. I assure you”

Bonnie let him know she was only giving him a hard time, but she also made a point that she had never had any surgical help to improve her looks. Then she told him to go on with the story.

“I went back to my work, but she kept talking to me, and making hints that prompted more compliments about her appearance. She told me how her first husband had left her years ago and how her new husband didn’t seem to care that her long-dormant libido had come alive again in her middle fifties. After some time, she worked up the nerve to ask me to join her sunning. As I’m sure you have guessed, the sunning turned to touching then to lovemaking. And she was voracious. We did it, then took a break then she was begging to go again. I mean I think I have pretty good stamina in the sheets, but she really taxed me. We went so long that we almost got caught.”

“As we’d been going at it, I’d been keeping a lookout because I didn’t know how long the rest of their group would be gone.  We were in round three and I was stretched out on the deck and she was riding me hard when she saw the zodiac, not a hundred meters away. I thought she was going to have a stroke. She just laid down flat on me and kept saying “Oh my God, Oh my God!”

“I got her to calm down, but not before the two boats were close enough to hear the people talking. My pants were right there so I pulled them on and stood up so I could open the forward hatch. She was able to crawl over to go down the steps to her cabin to pretend she was asleep. It was quite the experience for her.”

Bonnie, sipping the wine, asked “Did she corner you again?”

“Several times. At St. Kitts, we usually stay a day and a night for the clients to go shopping and clubbing.”

Bonnie cut in, “Let me guess she wasn’t feeling up to shopping?”

“No, she went that time. And to be fair, she didn’t come back to the boat until past noon: with a headache.”

Misty chimed in “Yea, an ache for giving you head.”

“Something like that” Corin agreed. “The only thing was that Honoré was still on board at the time. I’d told him what had happened before, but she didn’t know he knew. She really surprised me when she asked if Honoré would be discreet about it if we made love with him on board. After all, she was his partner's niece. As you saw when we were shooting down on the gun deck, not only are the walls of the cabins just woven sea grass, but her cabin was right under the ventilation grating. She had to know that not only would Honoré hear us having sex, but if he happened to look down through the grates, he could actually see us. I pointed that fact out and she said as long as he didn’t tell, he could watch all he wanted. So I assured her that Honoré was always discreet, and then we went to her cabin. Like sailors of old, we had sex between the guns.”

Honoré put in, “No, I did not go look down on them. Not that I’ve never seen couples getting busy in that cabin, but I didn’t that day. However, I did hear them. The woman made no effort to be quiet.”

Misty and Bonnie both laughed.

Corin continued, “Just like the first time I did it with her, she wanted three rounds. But we were interrupted not long after we restarted for the third one. Her daughters came back to check on her not long after we’d started again. Since we were at a dock, they did not come in through the side hatch… if they had they would have walked right in on us. They boarded right onto the spar deck where Honoré was working. She was so into it, that even though we could hear her daughters talking to Honoré up on deck, she kept going. Honoré tried to stall them, but it was like she wanted them to catch her cheating on their stepdad.”

Bonnie felt she had to comment, “I completely understand that woman. Misty has caught me doing it with other men in our home. The first time she did it she took a phone picture of me giving our pool man head, and sent it to her dad at work.”

Both men’s eyes cut to Misty.

Misty grinned, “He loved the pics, just as I knew he would.”

Bonnie laughed, “He didn’t get any more work done that day. Bob Newell is actually the owner of the pool shop. Cooper has known him since they were kids. He has no idea Cooper knows that I’ve thanked him for his work by a romp in our bed… twice. He thinks I’m cheating on Cooper. There is something erotic for a woman my age being able to show off that she is still in the game to her pretty and sexually active daughter. It is Freud’s Electra complex in action, there is a natural sexual competition between mother and grown daughter, as irrational as that may seem. I would bet it wasn’t like she wanted them to join in some orgy, but that woman wanted to show her hot daughters that she was still sexually desirable. Yes, I fully understand what she was doing.” She said all that for Misty’s sake since in a very few minutes, Bonnie knew with certainty that soon they would be crossing a new line: they would be having sex side by side on the checked blanket. “So what happened?”

“She didn’t get off of me until we heard them coming down the companionway stairs. The fact the cabin walls are just made of woven grasses came in handy; I lifted the curtain and made it into the next cabin just as they were opening the door to her room.  She didn’t have any chance to get dressed. I got as quiet as I could and listened to how she would handle this. Remember, these were not Parisian sophisticates, these weren’t’ even New Yorkers, they were from Ohio. Though, she’d told me the day before that her daughters both live with their boyfriends and they had jointly suggested she should have an affair more than once.”

Misty interjected, “Good for them.”

Corin ignored her comment. “From the best I could figure it was the woman’s older daughter who first put the sounds they had heard when they first came on board together with the fact their mother was naked in the bed.  She began laughing after just a moment or two because it was obvious to her what her upstanding mother had been doing. After all, her mother was sweaty and still breathing hard, and she was covering her nudity with MY discarded shirt. Her shirt, pants, bra, and underwear were tossed around the room, and my shorts were right next to them. She didn’t even try to deny it. She just insisted to her two daughters that she had never, never done something like this before and begged them not to tell her husband. The daughter told her mom that her husband is a prick, and that she was proud of her mom’s courage to cheat on him. It was the other daughter who realized it had to be me their mother had been screwing. They were even more amused. The daughter pointed out that I was around her age, before congratulating her mom again. Then she insisted her mom tell her what we had done.  I couldn’t believe it; but after hedging a bit and her daughter pushing, she gave a quick but explicit overview of, not just what we had done that day, but the other time as well.”

Misty asked, “What did you do while she did that?”

“I just stayed in the other cabin waiting for them to go back on deck. I was sure if I tried to get back to my cabin, they’d look out and see me… naked in the companionway. So, I waited as the mom gave a rundown of both of our little trysts. After she was done, one of the girls asked her mom where I had gone. The mom tells me to come back in. I, unusually shy about being naked, came out and grabbed my clothes before going back to my cabin in the focsle.”

Misty laughed.

Bonnie asked, “Did you do it with her again after the girls knew?”

“Twice before the week was out. The next day the two daughters quietly thanked me for helping her mom wake up to her feelings. Then they told me that they would help her mom to get together with me again. So, the next night, I’m on watch from midnight until 0400 as we sailed south. It was about 0200 and up from below comes the woman I’d been doing in a terry cloth robe. She whispers to me that her daughters were keeping watch on the staircase so no one would surprise us. Even as she was trying to convince me that she was embarrassed that her daughters knew what she was doing; she dropped her robe, and totally naked, starts unbuttoning my shorts. Like you said Bonnie, she might have been embarrassed, but not because her daughters knew what we were doing. I am sure she was embarrassed because she didn’t care, or like you said, possibly she liked that they knew. She gave me really good head while I kept one hand on the wheel. She kept it up for a long time. After a while, I leaned over and told her that she’d better quit or she might get some in her mouth. She stops sucking to tell me that was what she wanted. I thought I'd been really quiet, but as soon as I’d finished my orgasm, both her daughters came up, not just on the spar deck, but right up on the quarterdeck with big smiles. She started to pretend she was embarrassed and used her hands to cover her nudity. At some point, I’d kicked free my shorts, but that time I didn't even try to hide my still hard cock. But I think she felt a little silly, so she lowered her hands and then just asked them if they could keep a lookout a little longer. She wanted to stay out with me till the end of my watch. Before I was due to be relieved, I put on the autopilot and she bent over the console and I did her one more time.”

Misty looked up at Corin and said, “That is actually a really sweet story. You helped that mom get close to her girls.”

“And the other time?” Bonnie pestered.

“Oh, it was a quickie. We were on our last day, only a couple of hours from our berth. I was below packing up the remaining food and supplies while everyone else was topside. Once again it was the older daughter, she comes down to use the head, but before going back up on deck she again thanks me for making her mom’s trip special. She then asked if I could go to the cabin that she and her sister had been using because her mom wanted to say goodbye. We didn’t take too long and kept very quiet, but knowing her husband was close really turned her on. When for a moment we heard his voice right out in the companionway, rather than freeze up, she began to climax. It was a very intense few minutes.  The next day, when they were leaving, the older daughter pressed some bills in my hand. It is not unusual to get tips, but I knew she was not thanking me for my sailing skills. When they were gone, I unrolled the money and found five $100 bills.”

Bonnie immediately thought of the man who gives DeeDee those gold coins every time he meets with him. Though Corin had no idea about the Rahab ministry, he had ministered to that woman. But she didn’t say anything.

Misty however said, “That is super great. They really appreciated what you did for their mother. You should be proud of yourself.”

Corin nodded, clearly unsure how to respond to that. After a few moments, he looked at Bonnie and asked, “Was that the kind of story you wanted to hear?”

“Oh, it was very good. And Misty is right, you did right by that woman.” Bonnie paused then added, “But unlike her, I will tell my husband everything we do today. Sharing the stories of the sexual joy we have with others is important to us.”

That statement did not seem to shock the two men in the least. Perhaps that was because they had taken swinger charters in the past. Honoré, who had been mostly silent for quite some time, said “Now, Madam, we want to hear a story from you.”

Bonnie thought that only fair and told the story about the wild night at the swing club in Miami where she became the center of an orgy that went on nearly all night. When she rattled off the circumstances of having sex with seven different men over the long night, even Honoré was abashed. After making it clear that all seven of those dicks that went into her pussy or ass had condoms on, she said, “Too bad I don’t have my phone with me, the club’s manager asked if they could take some photos of me having sex with their members to go with the FFF literature I promised to send them. Of course, I said yes. She sent copies of some of the pictures to me the next day.” That story became a segway to telling about her work with the FFF.  She had spoken about it a little bit the day before, but she began talking in more detail as they nibbled the food and sipped the wine.  

Misty wasn’t really a drinker, though she had tried wine at home, she wasn’t very fond of any but the sweetest kinds. She was happy there were also four bottles of water.

As her mother droned on, at least that’s what it seemed to Misty who had heard this a hundred times, Misty got up to look around.  Just a few feet from where they had been eating, there was a sheer drop down to the ocean below.   To her left, was the island of Anguilla just miles off. Directly in front of her the ocean beat at the bottom of the cliff with waves that had traveled the whole of the Atlantic.  A strong steady breeze blew in from that direction and her hair danced in the air currents.

She decided this was too good to do with the sarong on, so she untied it and held it in her hand to fly in the breeze.  She imagined she was one with the forces of nature. She just stood there, facing the open ocean, arms extended holding the colorful gauzy fabric over her head. Feeling the wind blow across her bare skin was serene, even better than it had been on the boat. Here at the edge of the cliff, she could have just as well been on the edge of the flat earth.

Like the two men, Bonnie had been watching Misty standing as she spoke. She had not been surprised to see Misty remove her sarong. Hair and fabric blowing in the wind, her daughter was certainly a memorable sight. Pausing her narrative, she picked up Misty’s camera and shot off a few frames of the sight. There was no doubt her girl had a fine ass. She only hoped hers could at least compete.

Something told Misty to look back over her shoulder. Sure enough, the conversation had ceased and her mother was shooting photos of her. Pretending to be unconcerned with the attention the men were now giving her as her mom shot, Misty moved along the cliff, ever cognizant of her position relative to the camera lens and sun. 

Finally, Bonnie put down the camera, and Misty returned to the blanket. She stretched out to let her naked body bask in the sun, her head resting in Corin’s lap. She was seeking Corin’s attention, and she was very aware that life was stirring under the athletic shorts he wore. She worked to appear that she was just relaxing, enjoying the sun and breeze as she tried to stimulate him covertly. It seemed her mother went on, and on, and on. Misty snuggled her cheek right against the firm shaft under the thin nylon fabric.  There was no mistaking that he was fully endowed. She, as unobtrusively as possible, slowly moved her hand from its resting place beside Corin’s leg, up his thigh. She waited for a few minutes just at the leg opening before moving in. As she had seen back on the boat he wore nothing under his red and white soccer shorts… other than his nice sized erection.

Her hand came to rest draped over the shaft. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. He sat attentive to her mother’s discussion, not making the slightest acknowledgement of her actions. Ever so slowly she began using her fingers to explore his tool. It jerked suddenly and gave her a start.  Her sudden movement drew the eyes of her mother to her actions, but Bonnie gave no indication she had seen anything unusual.

Since her stealthy actions had been discovered, Misty brazenly used her wrist to push back the leg of the baggy shorts and pulled the organ out in the open.  As she’d seen earlier, the area his shorts covered was a much lighter shade than the golden tan of the rest of his skin. And like Salvador was, he was uncircumcised.  She investigated the difference in the feel and look of the extra skin of which she had little experience.  She noticed that the head had more play and a bit more girth due to its natural state.

Misty was so intrigued with this new discovery she didn’t even notice her mom had finished talking.

Bonnie had picked back up the camera. “Misty….. earth to Misty”

Misty let go of the penis and rolled over to see her mother holding her camera again. She could not miss that her mother’s sarong had been untied. When had that happened? It had still been tied at the shoulder when she’d begun exploring underneath Corin’s shorts.  Still sitting, her mother was only bare to the waist but when she stood the sarong would fall to the ground leaving her fully nude.  

“Before we go back, let’s shoot some pictures of us together up here,” Bonnie said as she stood up. As Misty had predicted, once standing, her mother was fully bare (except for her sandals). When her attention went back to Corin, his hard-on had again been hidden under the shorts. She stood and put back on her sandals. Though she had undressed for many guys in the past year, it never failed to get her heart racing when she did, as well as her libido. 

Just as Misty had done, Bonnie began posing for a series of photos as she walked along the top of the cliff with the light fabric of the sarong in her hand, blowing in the wind.  As expected, Misty was capturing her little walk with her camera.  Just like her daughter had found earlier, Bonnie discovered the steady warm breeze across her skin had an unexpected tactile feeling. The motion of her blowing sarong added to the experience.

Misty thought the backdrop was magnificent. She was sure the photos would be also. After she had made a few dozen images of her mother, Honoré offered “Why don’t I make photographs of both of you?”

Though she pretended to think about it, she had been expecting that one of the men would ask and already had a plan for what to shoot and how to shoot it.

“Thank you,” Misty said before pressing the control to set both speed priority exposure and auto-focus, and the button that put the 3rds grid on the screen. With that, she handed the camera to him.

She and her mom had made nude photos together on beaches before, even this week. But those had always been either formal portraits or candids. This would be different; they were going to pose together for what Misty was purposefully constructing to be glamour nudes. What she had in mind was not sexual per se, but deliberately sensual. Misty had been practicing shooting two models together since her internship last summer; so, she had a good idea of what to do.  The sun was well past its zenith. That meant since they were shooting eastward, the shadows would not be problematic. Better yet, if Misty staged this right, she could use shadows to give depth. She did so want these photos to be fantastic. This was a golden opportunity.

Misty began, “Honoré, this is what I need you to do. I need you to move with us, but keep us in roughly the same place relative to the sun. Use the zoom to get some of us from head to toe, and some just from below our bust to just over our heads. Shoot some landscape, the normal way. When you do that, don’t put us in the center but center us on the left horizontal grid line. For portrait, with the camera on its side, you can center us or put us slightly off center with us facing the long side.”  She then turned to Corin and said, “Corin, if you can, help by watching and telling us if we move in a way that puts shadows on either of our faces. It's hard for the photographer to catch that while framing the shots. That is one of the important jobs of a photo assistant. You did a good job with the reflector board earlier, this is similar except you don’t have a way to light up shadows, so you have to tell us to move."

Bonnie was amused by how her daughter felt completely comfortable giving detailed directions to these two men. Surely she learned that at her internship last summer.  Misty directed her mother to join her at the edge of the precipice. When the photos began, they were holding hands at "the end of the world" with their hair dancing in the wind. Honoré clicked off shot after shot as Misty and her mother moved.

“…and Honoré, be careful of the horizon, you don’t want the ocean to be at an angle. I know it will make some of the photos seem odd, but trust me, it’s better than a slanted ocean.”

Bonnie followed Misty’s lead and they walked along the edge of the cliff, hand in hand and then back toward Honoré.  They had to be careful for the nettles snapped at their bare ankles and rocks challenged their footing.

Misty stood almost directly in front of her mom just a foot or so from the cliff. “Now Mom,” Misty said, “we’ll stand right here and pose for a few minutes; toss your shoes over onto the tablecloth.” They both did so. “Now, put your left arm around my waist, but make sure you are far enough to the side so one of your breasts is visible to the lens.” 

Bonnie complied, but found it disconcerting when Misty said “Closer, press right up to me” and her breast pressed on Misty’s back and her left thigh nestled between her ass cheeks. She tensed when Misty moved her mom’s hand from her stomach to cup her breast, and actually lift it slightly.

Misty felt her mom’s unease. “Trust me Mom. I know how to pose this. It’s not like we are doing something sexual. Just relax.”

Photo by Honoré

Misty moved them into several more poses, and Bonnie began to see that the touching was not some sort of foreplay, but just structuring the images she wanted. Even when Misty held her breast or buttock, it was just a pose, nothing more. Though, it seemed like her body didn’t get the message. Bonnie knew that some of the images Misty wanted could certainly have been construed to be sexual. Given the fact these were for Misty's commercial website, perhaps making them ambiguous was the intent.  Misty sometimes told Honoré to do close-ups, and a few times Misty just wanted parts of their two bodies in the frame. Other times, she told him how to frame images of the whole cliff top with the two of them being just a small part of a bigger picture. 

After about ten minutes of posing in that one place with the two of them holding and touching one another Misty asked Corin to toss them back their sandals. She and Misty walked a circle around the picnic area, their arms around one another’s waist, before sitting on the table cloth and giving several poses with them sitting and lying amid the food and wine.  Finally, Bonnie decided it was enough. She said, “OK madam photographer, you have plenty of photos for today, but now we are done. You need to thank our host for bearing with your orders for this long.”

Misty thanked both men and took back her camera. The two men insisted that they were enjoying themselves. Of that, Bonnie had no doubt, but she was done modeling. She had other things she wanted to do before they went back to the boat.

Bonnie and the two men sat back down, while Misty went to collect the two sarongs that had been discarded as they had posed but were now a good way off. “As you might have guessed, my daughter is serious about her photography. She actually bought that camera with money she earned by selling a photo set to a German magazine.”

Misty was glad she'd not put down the camera before going to get the sarongs. From twenty yards away the composition of the picnic was striking. The checked table cloth, the wine bottles, and two fully dressed men with one fully nude woman. It reminded her of a famous painting by  Édouard Manet from the mid-1800s.  She walked a zig-zag course back to the others, taking photos as she walked.

Photo by Misty

When she returned to the blanket, Misty looked down at Corin as he lay propped on one elbow looking up at her. Stepping directly over his body, she looked down at him lying between her legs. “And what are you looking at?” she said in a mock angry tone.

As she stood directly over him it was clear what he was looking at, but he said, none to meekly, “at a very beautiful woman.” She liked that; a grown man calling her a woman.

She plopped down on him, the suddenness of her descent pushed him flat on his back.  She scooted back from his stomach to sit on his shorts. Beneath her, under the nylon, she could feel his penis, not hard but not soft either. She shifted her hips forcing her vulva to cover the shaft comfortably before leaning into his face and saying “you think so do you?” By that time the erection was firm.

His yes was drowned by her kiss. And such a kiss it became. As her mother had said on the gun deck, he really knew how to kiss. His lips were full and soft. Passion and desire built rapidly. Her hips pressed down and began to undulate on the nylon clad organ.

Misty appreciated Corin’s kissing and he did not seem to be rushing on to other things.  Without really thinking about it, as they kissed, her right hand freed the erection from the waistband. She sat up and used her hand to guide it to her entrance. She was more than ready for him. As he spread her open and filled her, she closed her eyes and sighed loud enough for everyone to hear. Apparently to herself, though she intended her audience to hear, she said “Finally.”

Bonnie made no pretense of the fact she was watching her daughter first kissing and grinding on this young man, and then to begin fucking him not three feet away from her. She thought her daughter’s circular and up & down hip motion looked like a beautiful and erotic merry-go-round horse. However, one thing bothered Bonnie.

She got up and pulled a condom from the camera bag, removed it from its wrapper, and stood over the, now disrupted, couple. “Do you want to put it on, or do you want me to do it for you?” She knew full well the almost comic juxtaposition for her to suddenly begin playing Mommy to her daughter while standing naked over them in the act of coitus.

Misty gave her mother a sour glare, but quickly decided if she treated this like she was being chastised by her mother it would make her look like a child. But, if she treated it like a friend being helpful... “Sure,” Misty said, working hard to seem appreciative of the offer “Go ahead, put it on him.”  Misty sat up on her knees and moved her hips forward. The stiff penis sprung out of her vagina.

Bonnie had not been expecting this response but was attentive enough to realize what Misty was doing. This was a level of participation in her daughter’s erotic activities that she had not sought; but, she put on a front and pretended this was just routine. Which it most certainly was not.

She grasped the penis, slick with Misty’s fluids, and positioned the blue ‘hat’ on the tip before rolling the sides all the way down. Later she would reproach herself for her next action. She gripped the shaft in her hand and told Misty “Saddle up.” She held Corin’s condom-covered erection, guiding it all the way into her daughter until her hand was pressed between Misty’s Labia and Corin’s pubic bone. Suddenly she realized that this wasn't helping Trish onto Cooper, this was Misty. She pulled her hand from between the bodies like she had been stung. She took a deep breath. They would talk about that later and she would apologize to Misty.

After she stood back up, her pulse suddenly pounding, Bonnie stepped back to her place beside Honoré. In her haste to move away from Misty, she tripped over one of the backpacks and half fell into his lap.  His strong arms embraced her and his mouth covered hers. She was soon taken up into her own erotic experience. He was so firm, yet so gentle.  His embrace was like being in a cocoon. Things got hazy for a little bit…. maybe more than just a little bit. Later she’d tell Cooper that she had no idea how or when Honoré undressed. However, she did recall clearly how he laid her down on the ground and slid into her. Wanting to feel all of him, Bonnie wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deep.

Misty watched all this from her position atop Corin.  She was thoroughly enjoying riding him and it was especially erotic to watch her mother, so close, with her legs wrapped tightly taking and holding Honoré deep in her as they kissed with passion. This was not remotely the first time she had seen her mom having sex, but to be doing it literally right beside her was just one more highlight of a trip full of new and adult experiences. 

Her camera lay between Misty and her mother. Though her large Nikon SLR was more difficult to manage than a cellphone, the zoom brought it back to 35mm. Using two hands she was able to get a selfie of herself atop Corin, with her mom underneath Honoré in the background. ‘This will be one to show the club' she thought. Then another thought came to her.

After her mother had interrupted her to insist she put on a condom, Mom wasn’t using one either. She leaned over and kissed Corin then said “Hang on” and got up.

“My turn” came Misty’s intrusion into Bonnie’s bliss. Condom in hand she repeated, “My turn, come on Honoré, up, up. I’ll put the condom on for you.”

He obliged and pulled out, moving to his knees between Bonnie’s legs with a funny grin. Bonnie could see the humor in the situation and shook her head with a smile. Misty repeated what her mother had done. She held Honoré’s erection with her mother's fluids on it before rolling on the latex sheath. It was oddly bent slightly to the left; something that she and her mother would discuss later.  Once the condom was in place, Honoré took her hips and pulled them up to meet his erection, still in Misty’s hand.  As her mother had done, she guided him in holding on to his shaft until her hand was sandwiched between them. Removing her hand, she slapped him on the rear and said “OK, you old folks can get back to it.”

“Old folks!?” Bonnie objected.

Honoré, still on his knees, said, “We will show you young people that age & experience is an advantage in making love.”

With her shoulders on the ground, her legs again wrapped around him, and his erection fully inside of her, Honoré slowly moved his hands up and down her body, from her thighs to her shoulders. What made it different was he didn’t do it just once, but his hands moved up and down her body without slowing or stopping. The only variation was the pressure of his hands. At first, it seemed strange to her, but as he progressed in that unusual kind of frontal massage, she began to feel both relaxed and aroused at the same time… though her legs stayed clamped on him to keep him in place. She closed her eyes to take in the contrasting stimulation of his hands on her skin and his cock deep inside of her, where it pressed up onto the sensitive roof of her vagina. When he leaned forward to reach her shoulders, the ridges of his erection stroked her inner clitoral tissue. As a whole, it was very, very pleasant.

The sun and the warm breeze on her skin contributed to a nirvana-like experience. Augmenting the sensations was the knowledge of where they were. At the top of a cliff with the wide ocean on one side and an island paradise on the other. And she was fully exposed to the sky and the world. She honestly did not believe there were new sexual experiences for her, but this was like nothing she’d ever done. She lost herself in the sensations. She knew the soft humming moan she heard came from her own lips. Bonnie was sure this was going to be an afternoon to remember.

How long Honoré kept her in bliss she could not tell. When he turned her hips to the side to run one hand around the curve of her buttocks (without her moving her shoulders from the blanket), Bonnie opened her eyes and reengaged with the world around her. She saw Corin moving Misty’s hips in the same way Honoré had just moved hers.  She only vaguely recalled seeing Corin mimic Honoré’s position on his knees holding Misty up to him as she lay back. Perhaps she’d taken note because it seemed the normal thing to do when two couples are together. Bonnie had been having parallel sex with Butch and Tabitha almost every Sunday afternoon for the last seven months. For their weekly time together, without any plan to do so the default pattern was for her and Butch to use the same positions that Tabitha and Cooper were using. It just seemed so natural to do it that way with the limited space on her bed. So too it seemed natural for Corin and Misty to mirror what she and Honoré were doing.

But this was different, she was lying beside her daughter. She could see Corin’s rather nice-sized erection pumping into Misty so nearby she could see the veins in his shaft and how Misty’s vaginal fluids made the blue condom shine when it came out far enough to catch the sunlight. She saw on Misty’s face the same feelings she had just been experiencing… she was experiencing at that very moment. It took a moment to realize that Misty was looking down to where Honoré’s erection was sliding in and out of her, just as she’d been watching Corin’s. They were indeed two peas in a pod. Even in her state of arousal, a wave of happiness to see her girl so well taken care of washed over her.

But now she was cognizant again, she looked at both Honoré and Corin. She sensed something was going on between them. With these two men, by accident or design, there seemed to be a contest going on. Not of machismo exactly, but of love-making prowess. She suspected they were both trying to prove who was the better lover. That seemed to explain why, only seconds after Honoré had done so, Corin laid Misty down on her right side, straddled her right leg and lifted her left leg straight up in the air before he resumed stroking. When Honoré immediately mirrored the action, Bonnie was sure that it was a contest.

The actions of the two men left Bonnie and Misty on their sides facing one another within arms reach. They looked into one another’s eyes as their men maintained a steady pace in and out. This particular circumstance had been unexpected. Sure, Bonnie and Misty both had fully expected to have sex today. Once they realized that sex was going to be part of the picnic menu, Bonnie vaguely knew she and Misty would be near one another; however, she had not envisioned anything like this. They lay, face-to-face, chests less than two feet apart as they were systematically being sexually pleasured by these very nice and very good-looking men.

For the briefest moment, there was confusion and discomfort as both wondered if this was something they really wanted to do. Then, as if a veil was lifted between them, both Bonnie and Misty embraced something they had only briefly experienced once before.

It had been the summer before in Miami. While Misty had sex with Brett in the shower, her mother had been right beside her. That morning, they had locked eyes as Misty was climbing to orgasm. Both Bonnie and her daughter had been filled with a feeling of bonding they had not expected. That had been a moment of profound significance for both of them, but this took that experience to an entirely new level.

For Misty, the stimulation of Corin's steady stroking into her was enough to feel wonderful, but not the kind that would bring orgasm, but it was enough to keep the intensity of the pleasure very high. Misty reached out and took her mother’s hand. She looked into her eyes; her mother who had made all this possible. She knew she was so fortunate to have someone unafraid to open a door to a level of intimacy that would be beyond comprehension to most people. She and her mother were feeling the same pleasure as if they were one person. Her heart was filled with love. “I love you Mom” she said just below a whisper. She knew the men could not hear what she said above the dual metronomes of slapping flesh on flesh.

“I love you too, Sweetie.”

At that second, the two men did not matter; this was a magical moment between Misty and her mother. She held her mother’s hand tightly. She loved her mother so much. She knew how lucky she was to have been born to the best mother a girl could have. She wanted this moment to last forever… and in a spiritual sort of way, it would. She knew this moment would become a touchstone to be drawn upon for years to come.

Bonnie shared her feelings, but for her it was gratitude for the series of random circumstances that had allowed this moment to happen. Since yesterday’s meeting with Mr. Kyle, she had been thinking about how their relationship had been changing. It was not until this moment she was really ready to let go of her little girl and embrace Misty as a woman and a friend. Looking into her daughter’s eyes, she saw that while Misty was part of her and would always be her daughter, she would never again be that child.  In that instant, Bonnie had a grand vision of the sweep of her life with her only daughter. How for a brief few years Misty had been dependent on her, and how all too soon the day would come when she in-turn would become the dependent on Misty. She knew beyond any doubt, that the era during which she and her daughter would be best and closest friends had begun. When Misty took her mother’s hand as each of them was being pleasured by men they hardly knew, it was symbolic of a special kind of love that she could not put into words. And she was sure Misty felt it too.

Bonnie reached to Misty with her other hand. All four hands were clasped. As Misty had surmised, she realized Honoré and Corin were insignificant in their lives, but they had helped to usher in a new reality for both mother and daughter; best friends.

Even as she was basking in the glow of love for Misty, part of Bonnie’s brain was concluding that between Honoré and Corin, something was going on too.  The two had chosen this position to best show one another their prowess in fucking. In this position, they could actually see the other’s cock penetrating a woman (a beautiful woman). Honoré was skillfully varying his speed and vigor.  From her vantage point, she could see that Corin was matching him action by action… and almost stroke by stroke.  To the two men, it was a contest; a contest not of anger, but of homoerotic love expressed by watching one another pleasure a woman. Earlier she’d wondered if they were lovers, but now she dismissed that thought. Yes, this was homoerotic for sure, but it was a different kind than actually having sex with each other.

The two thoughts in Bonnie’s brain merged with the idea of what a peculiar, but profound moment this was. Though there were powerful forces of two intimate relationships in motion on that blanket, and those relationships were being energized by intense sexual pleasure; the powerful emotions were not between those actually having sex. It was an odd moment, magical in its own way. Two women who could never be physically sexual with each other and two men who, likely, would never be physically sexual with each other, sharing the deepest levels of bonding through the unique joy of sex.

Over a period of perhaps half an hour, in near unison, the two men moved from standing on their knees holding one of their lover’s legs up in the air, to laying behind in spoons, then to scissors, then back to straddling one leg and holding one up as they drove their cocks straight in, hard and sure. But all the while, Bonnie and Misty lay on their sides, face to face holding hands even their breath synchronized. At some point, they both closed their eyes as they both focused on the pleasure the men were giving them as well as that sense of oneness.

How long this moment lasted, neither mother nor daughter could tell. While it seemed to last for an eternity, it had been only a little more than thirty minutes since Misty mounted Corin. One thing was certain, none of the four were focused on orgasm. They all relished in the plateau stage and had no desire to rush on. Without a doubt the "contest" between the two men went on far longer than most men could continue at that pace; however, even though both men were very fit and sexually skilled, they could not keep going full tilt forever. As if on cue, both men collapsed beside the woman they had been stroking. Bonnie and Misty lay back, side by side, lost in their own thoughts, still holding hands.

They all lay quietly for several minutes.

Honoré finally sat up slowly then said, “Misty, the sun will be setting in a little more than two hours. Earlier, you said you would like sunset photos on the boat, if so, we need to start moving.  We can finish this up on board, after we get some cold drinks.”

They packed up their things, all the clothes as well, and they took the walk back to the launch wearing only their shoes. When they joined the main island trail for the last part of their walk, they passed a group of older people who responded to their nudity with only discreet glances. A second group however, one of Chinese tourist, gawked and shamelessly pointed cameras their way.  Honoré just shook his head.

As Honoré guided the dinghy back to the La Étole de Quebec, Bonnie asked “Honoré, you two seemed to work well together. Tell me the truth. Have you two done that before?”

Honoré laughed, “Corin and I work together? Pardon me, but I was under the impression that you and your daughter were the instigators of all that.”

Corin turned back to Bonnie and seconded, “I’m pretty sure your dear daughter got all that going. And you two kept laying on your sides holding hands, so it’s not like we were setting the agenda.”

Bonnie hadn't considered that when she and Misty began holding hands that they had taken over the sexual encounter. The guys had been forced to choose positions around them. Perhaps she'd only imagined the two men competing. Perhaps it really was about her and Misty. That would take some processing. Still, she had the presence of mind to agree “OK, perhaps that was our doing. But, have the two of you taken women up there before?”

“If you are asking me if Corin and I have had picnics up there with beautiful women before. Yes, we have. If you are asking, have we made love right out in the open or side by side like that before? No, we haven’t done either one. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know, l guess you two seemed very, well, competitive.”

Honoré laughed again “That we are. Yes, that we are. You should see us racing to raise the sails, or splicing lines or drinking, we have even competed to see which of us could seduce a woman; but to compete like that, that was a first. I think there are very few women who would enjoy what we did up there.  It was very special of you two to allow us the pleasure.”

Misty stepped in at that point. “For our part, I think I can speak for Mom to say we appreciated what you did very much. Not only was it amazingly hot, it was a very special moment for us.”

Bonnie nodded.

“And, I doubt she will say it, but I know she won’t disagree, we hope that you two continue that competition later.  I know I could enjoy that all night long. And I promise we won’t make you work around us like that again.”

Bonnie scooted closer to Honoré. "Oh, I most certainly agree."

Back onboard, they did indeed get more of the same. They went right to resuming their sex after some cold bottles of water. Corin opened one of the barrels on the deck and pulled out three rolled-up foam pads, like the ones people use under their sleeping bags when camping. He laid them out side by side in the center of the spar deck. He finished off the pallet by laying the checked tablecloth over the pads.  There was no question in Bonnie’s mind that he’d done this before. While the two men might never have had parallel sex before, it was apparent from what they’d said over the afternoon that both of them had an active sex life on board the La Étole de Quebec.

As Corin was setting the stage, Bonnie and Misty conferred. Even with three of those pads side by side, there still wasn’t a lot of room for four people, so their plan took that into account. Once Bonnie saw all was ready, she set the agenda by instructing the men to lie down.  When Honoré and Corin complied with smiles on their faces, Misty went to her knees, straddling Corin's head.  Bonnie did the same with Honoré. Once they’d worked the men up to full erections with their mouths… OK, they continued on for a while after they had two stout poles of wood. Both Bonnie and Misty kept cutting their eyes over to watch the other, from two feet away, giving head. It heightened the excitement for both of them. But, when she was ready to move on, Bonnie told the men to make room on the foam pads, and when they again complied, she and Misty got on all fours side by side.

On this little makeshift bed, Bonnie and Misty's mother were closer together than they had been on the island. For nearly the entirety of the play session on the deck, at least part of their bodies were touching, quite often their shoulders or thighs were in firm contact.  At one point… a good while later as the deck was falling into dusk, they were shoulder to shoulder with the men on top. Misty moved her arm behind her mother's head. Bonnie reciprocated. As their men pushed their thighs all the way back to their chests to drive as deeply as they could, they were shoulder to shoulder in nearly full contact. They were almost like one cojoined person. They both knew the other could feel each time their man's pelvis slammed into the flat of their vulvas, making a loud thud rather than just a slap.

Beyond the erotic fun and the ongoing sexual competition, Bonnie was sure the men were enjoying ceding control to her. Not for the first time, her experience with parallel sex came in handy as she deftly guided the two pairs. With her months of parallel sex with Tabitha, this was not new to Bonnie, but for Misty, it was unlike anything she’d ever done before. While she’d had dozens of threesomes with friends in her bed, she’d only had a few foursomes; and she’d never done it like this. And for her, there was no way she could forget it was her mother who was beside her, no matter how powerful the arousal. She knew she’d have to sort out her feelings about all of this later, but for the moment, she tried to use Mom’s presence as an aphrodisiac.

Like the men, Misty was all too happy to cede the lead to her mother. Somewhere in the process, the novelty of having sex right beside her mother went away and she was able to simply enjoy sharing the moment with Mom. Unlike the rapturous time on the cliff, the hot athletic fucking on the spar deck was just fun. Throughout the session, banter between all four participants made for light, fun sex even while it was also high energy. She recalled the discussion in the van on the way back from Miami about sex as a social function, how by having sex around people you care about, you multiply the experience. The fact she and her mother were talking it as light fun, chatting as they took the men’s cocks enhanced that effect, rather than reduce it. The pleasures and fulfillment that she and her mother were both experiencing was being multiplied as they each fed on the other. 

When her mom changed things up so that rather than laying shoulder to shoulder her head was at her mom’s thigh, it again altered the experience. From that position, she could literally hear the slurping sounds of Honoré’s cock sliding in and out of her mother. Looking to her right, she saw up close, his thighs and buttocks as he strained to drive deep. She could even see the sweat running down his body as he worked. Even if Corin wasn’t doing the exact same thing to her, she was sure she could have felt what her mother was feeling. Even then she knew it was an experience she would never forget.

After a deliciously hard sweaty fucking that went on far longer than Misty had expected after what had already happened on the island, her mother got up off of the makeshift bed and led Misty to bend over beside her, holding on to the railings between the guns. The men dutifully moved behind them and slid their cocks into the mother/daughter pair. Now looking out across the water as Corin filled her, Misty’s experience changed once again. She could not help but wonder how many new things could she do in one day.

It was in this position, with the guys hammering them from behind, that Bonnie had her first (and second) orgasm of the day. Misty’s first came soon after her mom’s first, and her second began even before Bonnie’s had ended. While Bonnie and Misty both had a pair of hard orgasms, neither of the men climaxed, though Bonnie was absolutely sure that was due entirely to their self-control. A couple of times during the fun sex, one of the men said it was time to move to something different because they were having difficulty holding back. But, however much fun they were having, they had to stop again in order for Misty to get at least a few late sunset photos before it got too dark.

In the fading twilight, Misty pulled her camera from the bag as Honoré and Corin got the ship underway again. As they began to sail around the north end of the island back toward the harbor, Misty choreographed another set of nude photos of her mother with the orange and red sky as a backdrop. Because they had played for so long, Misty needed to use her electronic flash to get her mother well-lit in the foreground with the colorful sky behind. She was sure the afterglow of their sex was still on Mom’s body. She wondered if that would be evident in the photos. Her mom surprised Misty when, after about ten minutes, she took a seat on one of the guns and spread her legs to begin masturbating. Not missing a thing, Misty shot photos as her mom brought herself to a pair of orgasms as she alternately looked at the camera and over to Corin who had been thoroughly distracted from his sailing duties.

Once Mom was done, Misty simply couldn’t do anything but mirror her mother’s actions. Though her mother had done a good job of bracing herself on the gun and railing, Misty decided that was simply more than she could manage. She went over to the sloped fore hatch cover and lay back so that she could finger fuck herself hard to a single climax. It helped that Corin shamelessly stood to the side watching her as her mom took photo after photo.

Before Misty put her gear away for the final time, she asked to do some group photos using the tripod and autotimer. Honoré said he and Corin needed to wear at least their shorts for those. Misty said that she understood and asked if he could put back on his captain’s coat as well. He did one better and put on his entire captain’s ensemble for the last set of images. As it turned out the juxtaposition of the men’s clothes and the female nudity gave the photos a real sexual punch that they would not have had if the men had been nude. As she set up and shot the images the men gave her explicit permission to use any photos on her site that did not show them unclothed. Since other than the one selfie on the island, she’d not shot any of Honoré or Corin naked, that was not an issue.

After the last photos had been taken, Corin went down to the galley and made up a charcuterie board.  Fortunately, they had over an hour to casually eat and relax before the men had to prepare to take La Étole de Quebec into the bay. Once she was safely attached to her mooring buoy in the bay, the foursome began for a third time.

For their final session, they were in the ship’s captain’s cabin. It was much larger than the tiny passenger cabins, but it was hardly spacious. That was especially true considering it was Honoré’s home for half the year. Bonnie had wondered why the quarterdeck was so high, it seemed that it was to make room for this space. After all, she reasoned, the ship had been made as a movie prop. Above them was the skylight and at the back of the cabin were large windows. The bright brass canopy bed seemed a little out of place, but the most surprising thing was… air conditioning.

Honoré explained that both his cabin and the crew cabin in the focsal had A/C. He explained that the diesel engines recharge batteries that sustain the galley, the lights, all the hidden electronics, and the A/C units for up to twelve hours at a time. “Though we don’t turn on the air conditioning when we have overnight paying passengers, we don’t lie about having it in the ship, but we don’t advertise it either. That is because the gun deck is open to the weather and only the crew quarters have the option of climate control.” Bonnie was amused with his explanation.  She cut it off by pulling him in for a deep kiss.

By now, everyone was worn down. While it had been a marvelous day, it had been a long one. The final phase was more lovemaking than vigorous fucking. The two men took their time pleasuring their respective women. Bonnie couldn’t help but notice that they still kept up the pattern of mimicking the other’s behavior even without her guidance.  However, when they went down on Misty and Bonnie for the first time all day, the different response rates of mother and daughter led to differences in the strength and number of their orgasms. Both of them were so satisfied by their guy’s efforts, that they returned the favor until Corin said Misty had to stop or he’d explode.  

Because it was a queen bed, they had only a little more room than they had on the deck pallet.  Any squeamishness about Bonnie and Misty’s bodies touching had gone by the wayside and Bonnie didn’t even flinch when at one point Misty took one of her breasts in hand and pinched her nipple just as she was approaching an orgasm. Later Bonnie followed Misty’s lead. While by the end they were snuggling and kissing each other’s necks and shoulders, by unsaid agreement they did not put their lips together. It was not that they didn’t want to, but they both knew how far they were pushing boundaries already. Should they begin to kiss deep and hard, it was unlikely any boundaries would remain intact.

Misty found it very hot to feel her mom shudder from hard impacts and to feel her moan with pleasure into her shoulder as she came. Of course, she knew exactly what her mom felt because Corin was doing the exact same thing to her. The night before Misty had told her mother how much it turned her on to see her with other men, and being this close put that response on overdrive. Just as had happened when they were bent over the railing earlier, hearing and feeling her mom cumming pushed Misty over the top on two occasions. But this time, Misty was attuned so they both climaxed at nearly the same moment.

Yet, as much of a turn-on it was for her to be right there with Mom as she fucked Honoré, she also found it oddly comforting to feel her mother's warmth on her skin as Corin stroked her. Misty recalled Haley saying something similar when she described the nights she and her mom shared a couple’s bed at rodeos. All in all, it was certainly another new experience.

This time there was no holding back orgasms. Both Bonnie and Misty came repeatedly as they made love side-by-side. Corin’s climax, about forty minutes in, was the first by one of the guys. When he did, it opened up a little space to take a breather. 

The largest deviation from the parallel sex model, began during their break when Misty had gone to the head to relieve herself. Sitting in the bed, Bonnie asked the two men, “So, if you two have never had sex side by side, then I guess you’ve never fucked the same woman at the same time.”

Bonnie was sure the guys knew exactly what she was getting at, but they were both hesitant to respond beyond confirming they’d never done it. She was actually surprised when in the ensuing conversation she found that neither of them had ever done that before… with anyone. Misty came up the steps into the cabin before the men got the nerve to say they would like to double-fuck Bonnie. She turned to Misty and said, “Daughter, you wouldn’t begrudge your dear mother a little double-penetration time before we are done, would you?”

Misty didn’t miss a beat and said, “No, not if I in turn get a little split-roasting.” Then to the two men, she said, “Mom is way into anal sex, but it's not my thing. I’d rather have one of you in my mouth while the other fucks me. Unlike Mom, I’ve only had two guys in the bed like a handful of times, so I’d like to do that tonight. Is that OK with you guys?”

Even though he’d been tongue-tied for Bonnie, to Misty, Corin quickly replied, “Oh, yes I’d love to do that.”

With that, Bonnie took charge again. She decided she would sit on Honoré, with his dick up her ass while Corin fucked her. This was Misty’s first time to see her mother taking two men at once. Though she knew that her mother did it with Cooper and Butch about one Sunday a month, Misty had never been there to catch it.  So, she watched the entire process intently. Just as she’d seen her mom do with Brett, she guided Honoré to put one, then two lubed-up fingers in her ass to warm her up. Her mom moaned audibly as she slid down Honoré’s well-lubed and latex-covered cock as he sat with his legs off the side of the bed. She had Corin wait until she was fully comfortable with the ass fuck before she told him it was time for him. With Honoré’s legs off of the bed, Corin was able to stand between them to slide his erection into Misty’s mother. At first, he seemed timid, but Mom coaxed him to go harder and faster until the whole cabin was filled with the noise of the fucking and her mother’s vocalizations.

Though for Misty it was absolutely super hot to see (and hear) her mom fucking both men at once, Misty’s mind kept drifting to camera angles and lighting as if she were doing a photo shoot. She’d not gotten back on the bed after her trip to the head, so she took the opportunity to move around the cabin, imagining she had her camera. Since she already planned to shoot next Sunday’s foursome out on their pool’s daybed, Misty could easily visualize how what she was seeing now would look with her dad and Butch next Sunday. The challenges would be both lighting and making it look stylish. There were just too many shadows created by the two men. It was apparent that she absolutely would need to recruit someone to help with the shoot. She didn’t think she’d have to twist Caitlin’s arm too hard to get her to play photo assistant, though it would only inflame her best friend's desire to fuck her dad.

Misty was brought back to the here and now when her mom’s vocalizations got much louder and more intense. There was no doubt she was close to cumming. How long had it taken? How long was she lost in her thoughts while Mom fucked? She didn’t know, but she was tuned in when it came. She moved to what she decided was the best angle to see both men thrusting into her mother, while still having a clear view of Mom as her face was screwed up in intense agony/ecstasy. And she was so loud making the sounds echo in the small wooden room.

And it did turn Misty on to watch… a lot. It made it even better because she was watching Corin fuck Mom hard after he’d been in her for hours already today. She got so wet that she was sure she’d start dripping on the floor soon if Mom didn’t finish. She finally decided to sit in one of the chairs and finger fuck herself again while she watched, but before she made it to the chair, Mom’s orgasm hit.  Her thighs shook violently, but the rest of her body became rigid with tension. From what Misty could tell, her mom’s climax was very, VERY, powerful and it seemed to go on for a solid five minutes. Misty reasoned that likely she’d actually seen more than one climax, but they’d just visually blended together.

Once everyone was disentangled, both men gushed about what an experience that had been. Even Honoré lost his cool suave demeanor as he effusively, and explicitly described his experience of ass fucking Bonnie while Corin stroked into her. When he finally had his say and slid off of the bed to dispose of his condom, Bonnie slowly moved to sit back against the headboard to make room on the bed for Misty to take her position of choice for oral/vaginal sex with the men. As she did, she congratulated the men on their ability to hold back. “Most men,” she explained, “particularly if they’ve never shared a woman like that, can’t hold back. Feeling another man through the thin membranes for the first time is just too much and they cum quickly. My husband can hold off, but he’s fucked me while I have another man in my ass more than a few times.”

Bonnie made herself comfortable while her daughter got on all fours to take Honoré from behind while she sucked Corin who stood at the side of the bed. As Misty took half of Corin in her mouth, Bonnie said, “I hope you guys don’t think I’m a party pooper, but I think I’m done for the night. That last string of orgasms, with both of you working me, just pushed me to the point that I just can’t go on any longer. I guess that is the price of you guys being too good.”

Bonnie had gotten all she had hoped for and more from her time with the two French Canadians.  Though it all still felt great and her body still hummed with pleasure, she was worn out.  In the first round on the island, she had not climaxed at all. Then on the spar deck, she only had a pair of them with the guys and a pair as she got herself off. However, since they got in the bed, her orgasms had just rolled on. She knew she just didn't have any more to give. She watched Honoré use his back and hips to begin methodically working on Misty as she held half of Corin’s erection in her mouth. Of course, Bonnie knew exactly how Honoré’s cock felt in her daughter since he’d been inside of her on and off since late afternoon. Misty’s moans as she sucked Corin only confirmed Bonnie’s guess as to how it felt to her girl. 

At the weekly Monday morning meetings with her three best friends at Waffle House, the subject of watching their kids having sex had come up many times. In those talks, it was abundantly clear that teens having sex in public areas of their homes was totally normal at Trish’s, DeeDee’s, and Slosh’s.  In the case of DeeDee and Trish, it was largely a matter of the size of their places. As Cooper had observed, Bailey used their living room as a playroom as just a normal part of home life because her bedroom, with its little double bed, was just too small. According to DeeDee, Byron was usually over three nights a week and Steve & Josh normally came over once. By now, all three boys just took Bailey’s mom’s presence as they had sex with her as totally normal. In the last few months, DeeDee occasionally told them about one of the boys from the church youth group that Bailey had invited over for dinner and sex. Though she’d not called it Rahabism, for every one of the Youth Group boys Bailey had brought over, it was their introduction to sex with a girl. Apparently, Bailey got real joy from providing what she openly called a service to the youth group boys.

While apparently Bailey has sex in the living room out of necessity and doesn’t think a thing of it; but according to Slosh, Sarah deliberately makes a big deal out of having sex in the living room, or kitchen, or the hot tub. Most of the time, like four out of five times it is either just with Lamar or with Lamar, Bailey, and Byron. But, just like Bailey does, Sarah has other guys over too. For her though, it is usually when club friends come over with their boyfriends for threesomes.

In Trish’s case, until they move into their new house next month, Byron only has a bunk bed, which is why he normally goes to Bailey’s to have sex with her. However, when Lamar goes home with Byron on some of the days the girls have play practice, the boys always suck each other off in their little living room first thing before they play video games. They normally do it again before the end of the night, and about half the time Byron fucks Lamar as well. They do all this with Trish in and out of the room. One day last month, Trish told the other mothers that she’d likely seen the two boys swallow a gallon of each other’s jizz at her apartment since September.  

But, for all the things Bonnie had done to normalize public sex in her friend's homes, she almost never saw the kids doing it at her own place. Three times when Sarah came over, she and Lamar had sex on the living room sofa while Bonnie was home, but other than at club parties, that was the only teen sex she’d seen in her own home since the fall. Until her birthday shoot, she’d not actually seen Misty having sex since the trip to Miami last summer. For Misty to see her mom having sex was not quite a weekly event, but it was common enough. Not so much the other way around. For that reason, Bonnie stayed where she was leaning up against the headboard watching as Misty, just past her feet, took the men from both ends.  

But she was indeed done for the day. Bonnie didn’t remember falling asleep. It was only after Misty and the men were done, when Misty said “Mom, wake up,” that she realized she’d dozed off.  “I think I’m a little insulted that you fell asleep while I’ve been fucking and sucking off both Honoré and Corin. I know you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you that  Honoré has the best-tasting cum I think I’ve ever had.”

She’d missed the long day’s finale. And she did feel a little bad that she’d shown so little interest in her daughter’s first time with a man old enough to be her father. But she also suspected Misty’s act of being hurt was just that… an act. The smile on her girl’s face and the hug she gave her mom confirmed it. Considering they’d never even touched while naked before today, the skin-to-skin contact of their nude bodies felt totally normal and comforting.

It was the fact she had dozed off that made her realize she and Misty had been gone far longer than she’d told Cooper they would be. She’d expected to be back before dark, but it had been completely dark for hours now. She was sure her husband would be worried. Even before she and Misty got off the bed, she said, “Corin, can you get the dinghy back into the water, Misty and I really need to be off. We are hours later than I’d planned. “

Bonnie asked Honoré for the time. It was almost 9:00. She knew Cooper had expected her home between 5 and 7. She asked to borrow Honoré’s local cell phone to call their room at the resort.  When Cooper answered in an anxious voice Bonnie opened with, “I’m so sorry Honey, I completely lost track of the time”.