Chapter 3 Storm Brewing

Chapter 3 - Storm Brewing

This is the continuing story of a kinky lifestyle on board a small motor yacht. I try to write a chapter per month. The Christmas season threw my schedule off. Plus this chapter took on a life of its own and grew to twice the length I had originally envisioned. I try to write each chapter so it can be read and enjoyed without referring to previous chapters. However, I encourage you to follow the entire unfolding story.

In this chapter, I switch from the first-person viewpoint of the main male character 'Greg' used in the first two chapters to a third-person description of the story starting in section 2 of this chapter. I'll continue to switch from first- to third-person viewpoint as the needs of the story require.

Please be patient, this chapter builds slowly to a sex scene.

...or if you're impatient, just skip to section 4.

1 - Manipulator

I was heading to work at 10 on Friday morning. That's a very late start from my usual 7 AM arrival in the lab, but I'd been at the lab until 4 AM the night before. Our small biotechnology company was about to make a big announcement about the release of our first product. I'd likely be in the lab until about 4 AM again today.

I'd been neglecting Reena and Danielle (R & D) for the past week with so much time in the lab. They had been understanding and knew how important my work was. Plus, they still had each other. They had been a couple for 18 months before we decided on living together as a ménage à trois on my small motor yacht 3 months ago. R & D recently talked about subletting their apartment to a lesbian couple they were friends with. We were all feeling comfortable that the three of us would continue long-term.

Little did I know a small breeze was about to brew into a storm that would rock our relationship.

The storm ('shit storm 1') started that morning as I stopped for a coffee in the Marina café. Yes, I was a bit late already, but getting by on just a little over 3 hours of sleep, I'd need coffee. Plus, I was one of the three co-founders of our company. There were long hours and lots of hard work but I had a bit of flexibility in setting my own hours. Since work was only a 10-12 minute drive from my yacht I could slip out for 2-3 hours on a slow afternoon now and then to slip into Reena and/or Danielle.

Normally, I drink coffee on my yacht, but on Fridays, I like to stop in and catch some of the local gossip, meet some neighbors, and get news about upcoming events. My yacht was the smallest and least expensive in the marina's motor yacht section, but I figured rumors of the sexual exploits between Reena, Danielle, and me were getting out because many neighbors who had been friendly enough but maintained their 'space' had become friendlier and started inviting us to their parties. Nothing strange about having friendly neighbors, except the invitations were given with knowing looks and overly eager phrases like "you and girls just

have

to come"--like they wanted more than just a party. Not necessarily that they wanted to have sex with any or all the three of us...but perhaps get some juicy stories about what makes BDSM folks tick.

A few neighbors even tried to finagle invitations to my yacht. I deflected all of the latter on one pretext or another. I was only a bit shy about showing off the 'poor' yacht in the neighborhood. I was considerably more concerned about exposing our playroom to the neighbors. So far they only had rumors--and some suggestive sounds from my yacht--but no

real

proof of our BDSM lifestyle.

Mrs. L____ was clearly angling for an invitation to my yacht. As soon as she saw me entering the Marina café, she excused herself from a couple she was chatting with and hustled over to me at the order counter.

Mrs. L____ was the wife of the multi-millionaire Kenneth L____, who according to news reports was estimated to be worth half a billion. Mrs. L____ is an extremely beautiful 55-year-old, likely the result of good genetics, access to all the fitness trainers, dieticians, and cosmetic products that money can buy...and possibly some cosmetic surgery. In any case, this

very

beautiful woman has a reputation as a notorious cougar with a voracious sexual appetite. She emphasized her good looks by often wearing leopard skin patterned Lycra clothing.

Today she was wearing shiny black PU tights very close looking like latex but not real latex--I have the eye for it. She had a black Lycra crop top that exposed her bare tummy to show off her pierced navel, which sported a very large diamond. Her hot pink latex windbreaker (yes, I could see and smell it was latex) was open at the front and I could catch sight of her bra-less tits as she moved. Her full, firm tits jiggled and swayed so seductively and inviting...

I was simultaneously lusting after her and trying to run away. She was a danger. She and her husband had by far the largest, most luxurious yacht at the marina. They probably belonged in the big leagues of another marina, but I figured they stayed because they had built so many friendships here over the years and also likely enjoyed being the 'biggest fish in a small pond'.

She stood very close to me. "Greg, I was hoping I would run into you someday. Today appears to be our lucky day." After a small bit of introductory chit-chat, she walked her well-manicured fingers over my chest and laughed about various gossipy news items involving our neighbors. Then she started with: "And how about you, a good-looking man with a small biotech company that may be going somewhere rapidly... and already set up with a cozy little yacht, with two beautiful girlfriends to make it an even cozier love nest! Perhaps you have room for a fourth person in your nest once in a while... perhaps an experienced older lady?" She laughed as if making a small joke but it was clear she wanted onto my boat to fuck me... and learn what else we were up to.

After a few instances where I called her Mrs. L____ during our conversation, she laughed, flicked her hand in a mild dismissive wave, saying her friends called her Cynthia, and her closest friends called her 'Cyn', which she emphasized by giving me bedroom eyes and a wink. Hmmm...Cyn (Sin?). I decided it was safer not to call her by any name.

Mrs L____was a known gossip as well as a sexual adventurer. I figured she wanted to get some 'dirt' to spread as gossip--as well as some sexual fun on my boat. As much as her

non-subtle

hints of sexual interest intrigued me, I had recently had a run-in with R & D about relationship boundaries (see Chapter 2), so I was determined to keep the wild and kinky sex within our threesome--unless all three of us had carefully negotiated other arrangements.

I also feared Mrs. L____ and especially her husband, Kenneth, because rumor had it that their marriage was on shaky ground. The reasons were unknown to me, but fucking a half-billionaire's wife did not seem like a good way for me to maintain a peaceful life in our friendly marina, nor stop a wealthy, well-connected businessman from laying land mines for my business. Pardon the pun, but I thought R & D and me with our BDSM yacht were about as close to 'rocking the boat' as I was prepared to handle. No need to encourage torpedoes from my wealthy neighbors.

Mrs. L____ also made some pointed questions about me being involved with

two

girlfriends and focused on the fact one had a dark complexion and looked East Indian. I suspected she might be a bit old-fashioned about couples from different ethnic backgrounds, so I deflected her question. I told her Danielle (a petite ball of energy of French-Irish ancestry) was my girlfriend and Reena was Danielle's closest friend who was just living with us--in my guest bedroom. Mrs. L____ smiled politely, but it was clear she wasn't believing this story--it didn't jive with the rumors she'd heard and what she

wanted

to believe about a wild, kinky, sexually charged life that R & D and I led in her very own neighborhood.

I should have kept my mouth shut... my explanation that

only

Danielle was my girlfriend was going to backfire, as I was to find out when I got home early Saturday morning.

I deflected Mrs. L____'s other questions and her clear attempt to get herself invited to my yacht to snoop around (and possibly get herself invited into my pants at some point). I suggested that we should talk about it at some later time, as I was running late for a business meeting. She patted me on the chest soothingly, and said "Sure, let's do that." Then she gave me a 'friendly' non-sexual peck on the cheek and a knowing wink.

I figured I'd dodged a bullet. As I was heading to my car, I made a mental note to explain to Reena and Danielle the dangers of getting involved with Mrs. L____, and especially about

not

letting Mrs. L____ get on board my yacht. But that talk would have to be later. I had important business to get to and faced heavy traffic.

2 - Horny Hospitality

Mrs. L____ was a determined woman. You don't get to be a halfway-to-billionaire's wife without developing a sense of entitlement, extreme confidence, and well... a well-developed 'set of balls'.

Mrs. L_____ went to my yacht immediately after I left her at the Marina café. She engaged in some friendly banter with Reena and Danielle. She explained who she was and pointed out her massive yacht at the far end of the quay, which impressed R & D greatly. Mrs. L____ mentioned having just spoken to me and with some weasel wording implied that I had encouraged a friendship between her and our threesome. R & D were pretty good at handling Mrs L____'s first attempts to invite herself onto our yacht. They figured I wouldn't want a stranger--no matter how beautiful and rich--on board without me there. They made up a few excuses about the yacht being a bit of a mess and maybe she could come back at a later date when it was tidied.

Mrs. L____ then tried a different tack and invited R & D to her yacht, for a light brunch and some expensive champagne. R & D had ogled the L_____'s impressive yacht many times. It was easily at least 6 - 8 times larger than mine. To be invited onboard! They accepted in a heartbeat.

"Give us a few minutes to change and we'll be right out!" Reena replied then they ran into my yacht before Mrs. L____ could request coming aboard to wait (and likely snoop around). Mrs. L____ sputtered "Oh, I could wait on your rear deck...", her index finger pointed up in that 'please listen to me' gesture. But R & D were gone. Mrs. L____ didn't dare risk her image by trying to climb over or around the security gate at the end of our gangplank.

***

After a tour of the L____'s yacht, and some hints from Mrs. L____ that she needed a 'games room' with 'special equipment', Mrs. L_____ topped up their champagne flutes and the trio returned to the main lounge. The repeated mention of a 'special games room' dropped into the conversation with an inflected tone of voice, told R & D they were in a cat-and-mouse game for information. But Mrs. L_____ was an expert at being sneaky and getting information. She managed to satisfy some of her curiosity about Reena, Danielle, and me with several well-aimed and seemingly innocent questions.

She soon figured out that R & D were a bisexual couple now hooked up with me. She had noted the looks and physical touches R & D gave each other when they thought Mrs. L_____ wasn't looking. (But she

was

looking--she had video feeds from secret security cameras streaming to her wristwatch that she monitored when she turned away from R & D or left a room briefly). "Oh, yes," Mrs. L____ thought to herself with a horny smile, "these two are hot for each other." She was also thinking of ways to 'horn in' on the fun with my two lovely girlfriends.

The late morning tour led to a fancy brunch catered by an expensive restaurant that did a special delivery. Following the 90-minute brunch filled with conversation and a little bit more champagne, Mrs. L____ took R& D to her lounge for two hours of

more

conversation while sitting on luxurious leather sofas amid accent tables with large floral arrangements. Mrs. L_____ kept R & D supplied with champagne--but on an infrequent schedule so that R & D stayed only a little bit tipsy and more likely to divulge useful information. Mrs. L____ didn't want them drunk, in case the opportunity for sex with R & D should crop up. Mrs. L ____ pumped more useful information out of them and was soon angling to get an invitation to my yacht for that evening.

Mrs. L____ figured R & D needed to be softened up on multiple fronts to be more pliable to her.

"I'll tire them out, then pamper them some more," she thought. So Mrs. L____ invited R & D to join her for a mid-afternoon workout in her large, well-equipped gym. (R & D had mentioned they were fitness buffs during the long chat with Mrs. L____).

At the gym, Mrs. L____ was not shy. She undressed to complete nudity in front of them and invited R & D to do the same. She had clean workout wear for guests who had forgotten theirs. The workout wear on all three women was tight and nearly seethrough when they put it on. It became pretty much

completely

seethrough once they worked up a bit of sweat. "Just enough fabric to keep us warm initially, and to help wick away sweat, but not enough to prevent us from seeing our muscles in action," Mrs. L____ laughed. Reena noted to herself that the clothing was so thin and tight that she could see not only the erect nipples of Mrs L____'s tits but the areolas, too.

Mrs. L_____ was in incredibly good physical condition and she led R & D on three 20-minute routines. First, a warm-up and stretching, followed by weight training, then a high-intensity interval training sprint. She soon had Danielle and Reena panting, despite the fact they were both very fit. They continued at a high pace for almost 90 minutes with 5- to 10-minute breaks between the three sets. This wasn't because they needed rest between the exercise routines. Mrs. L____ made excuses that she was getting texts on her watch to attend to one important matter or another. "I'm a wealthy and busy woman, after all," she explained as she left for her first 'meeting'.

This was all a pretext. Mrs. L____ had more hidden security cameras and microphones in the gym. She wanted to hear what R & D said during her absences.

At the end of the 90 minutes in the gym, Mrs. L____ thanked them for being good sports and great motivation to exercise hard. "Let's hit the shower, then have massages while we have a bit more champagne. I believe that workout burned off all the alcohol in me from the champagne we had earlier!" Mrs. L____ joked.

The three of them went to the shower room. R & D had expected individual shower stalls but there was a large communal shower room with four high-tech shower stations, one in each corner giving spray from above and from two sides. Mrs. L____ pranced to one corner, her firm, lightly tanned tits and ass jiggling seductively. "Don't be shy, Girls. We're friends here. You'll note that each of the four corner shower stations can accommodate up to three people--four if you want to be extra cozy and friendly," she laughed.

R & D peeled off their tight, sweat-soaked Lycra gym wear in the anteroom and joined Mrs. L____ in the shower room. R & D opted to take a separate shower corner away from Mrs. L____ and each other. They figured if they showered together (as they normally do at home), it might encourage Mrs. L____ to join them for that 'cozy and friendly' atmosphere. Mrs. L____'s face remained mostly pleasant but registered slight irritation in her eyes. She couldn't join one of the girls under the spray without ignoring the other! Damn... She thought the hard workout and then the luxury shower was the opening she needed for wet fun with these two beauties. But still no obvious progress.

"Just as well." she thought. "

I

don't have hidden cameras in the shower...but I wouldn't put it past Kenneth."

Mrs. L____ looked over both the naked women with clear lust. "My, you are a beautiful young woman, Reena. You have amazingly firm breasts, derrière, and thighs for a big girl...I mean that kindly and sincerely, I wish I was big and muscular like you. And that gorgeous, flawless, glowing mahogany skin!"

"And you Danielle... you are pure alabaster white all over, not even a hint of a tan. And beautiful proportioned breasts and bum to fit your tiny but muscular physique. And those clear sparkling green eyes! A great contrast to Reena's large, smoldering dark brown eyes."

Mrs. L____ was not one for subtlety. R & D blushed in embarrassment at the obvious flattery intended to butter them up in advance of other lubrication. They figured the shower was where Mrs. L____ would make her move on them. Both women remained hyper-vigilant during showering, waiting for the moment when they'd need to politely turn down sexual advances. So much for a

relaxing

shower.

But Mrs. L____ only made one rather mild advance during the shower: politely asking Reena if she would use a sponge to scrub Mrs. L____'s back...though Reena

could

use her bare hands if she preferred. Reena used the natural sponge offered to her and gave Mrs. L____'s back a perfunctory scrubbing.

Mrs. L____ didn't make any other advances during the shower. In her cunning way, she was wearing down R & D mentally and emotionally by keeping them on high alert. She'd pounce when the time was right and their guard was down.

Both R & D scoped out Mrs. L____'s naked, slick, soaped-up body. They'd seen plenty of her naked while she undressing and getting into the near-transparent workout wear, but here with the steamy water making her skin glisten, they could see her skin was flawless, taut, and smooth. She was older than their mothers, but R & D couldn't help being aroused by Mrs. L____'s well-sculpted body as the water spray bounced off her skin.

Mrs. L____ also made a point of being slow and deliberate with the way she washed herself and smiling at them frequently--like she was doing an erotic dance for them. She was clearly trying to entice and seduce the two young women in the shower.

R & D looked at each other and could tell they were thinking the same thing: "I think she wants a threesome with us here and now. Both were excited by the prospect but knew they couldn't fuck this beautiful temptress. Especially after having given me a lesson about straying...

But today they had already gone past the minor infraction I had done a month earlier when R & D had caught me masturbating while checking out oiled-up sunbathing female neighbors on the yacht two slips down.

Mrs. L____ was scheming to do a threesome with R & D tonight, to get the party started. It turned out she did want to have sex with me as I had suspected... but that was only after she had conquered R & D. As I was to learn later, I was only intended as an 'add-on' in a foursome that she was also already plotting.

***

Mrs. L____ had always considered herself 100% heterosexual. She had only engaged in mutual masturbation with a few women that her husband sometimes brought to their house (

not

the yacht) as his sexual playmates. This started two years ago, about once a month, but for about the past year, he expected Cyn to join in and act like a hotwife to the women he brought home. However, Mrs. L____ was a reluctant player and essentially just rubbed and kissed Kenneth's playmate and would engage in side-by-side masturbation with them. And Cyn was not very energetic in masturbating herself on those occasions.

Cyn wasn't too keen on Kenneth's taste in women. Other than picking her as his wife--when Kenneth was younger and had more taste and sense--Mrs. L____ thought Kenneth was lowering himself by picking up brainless skinny bimbos to give himself the illusion he was still a young stud.