Chapter 4 - Rough Waters

Chapter 04 - Rough Waters

1 - Unexpected Guest

"What the f...?"

I couldn't finish my sentence. I had been at work for almost 16 hours straight and came home on board my motor yacht 'R&D Time' at 2:20 AM. Almost 2 hours sooner than I had expected when I started work Friday morning.

I had walked in through the locked sliding glass door from the back deck into the living room. I had turned on the light to check on things and to see my way to the stateroom. I was greeted by the sight of Mrs. L____ sleeping on the leather sofa, totally nude. She was breathing slowly and evenly in deep sleep. There was an empty wine glass on its side on the end table and a light blanket lying in a heap on the floor in front of the sofa. But that wasn't the only mess. Mrs. L____ looked like raw hamburger--at least on her tits and tummy. Clearly not sunburn--I could tell the aftermath of flogging instantly. She'd been worked over hard. I love the look of a woman's body after I've lovingly spanked, flogged, or whipped her to frenzied pleasure, and bearing deep red marks and bruises. But in this case... nothing... I was pissed Mrs. L____ was here... on my boat, in my private space, passed out-- and she had clearly received an intense flogging from Reena and/or Danielle. Some sexual activity we hadn't talked about or agreed to had occurred. My temper rose.

The room light hadn't roused her totally from sleep but was uncomfortable enough for her to raise her hand to shield her eyes. Then she rolled over onto her other side and continued her slow, even breathing of deep sleep. Her back, ass, and the back of her thighs were pink and red-- like her front. Her beautiful, supple ass was especially deep red.

I stopped by the galley for a glass of water and to simmer down. I noted a wine glass had been thrown against the backsplash. The glass was broken, and wine had splashed widely on the walls and counter. Someone had gotten angry.

I was bewildered about what to expect or say when I went to bed with Reena and Danielle, and if I happened to wake them. I was exhausted and at least one of them was angry. I figured I'd better keep my cool, get some sleep, and get to the bottom of what had happened in the morning.

I crept softly to the stateroom and turned off the living area light before opening the bedroom door. Moonlight from the forward window cast a dim glow on the king-size bed. Danielle was alone in the very middle. I had never known Reena and Danielle to sleep apart. Fuck! They must have had a big argument.

I slipped out of the stateroom and checked the guest bedroom. Reena was there in the queen-size bed. I could see dried tear tracks on her cheeks. I thought better of waking either R or D.

There was a pullout bed under the table in the galley. I decided to sleep on that. It was halfway between the two bedrooms and the sofa where Mrs. L____ was sleeping. I was so tired that I fell asleep immediately.

2 - Raw emotions

Sometime around 6 AM, I woke from hearing a closing door. Then I heard low voices followed by louder, angry talking. It soon settled down to lower voices again, then loud sobbing. It sounded like it was coming from the guest bedroom.

I was frozen, unsure whether to leave R & D to sort it out by themselves or pop my head into the room to check on them. I decided I would likely mix things up worse until they sorted it out themselves first, particularly since I was so tired that my brain was working at half-speed. I dozed off again for what seemed like a few minutes but was about two hours. I felt a gentle nudge on my shoulder. I opened my bleary eyes to see R & D looming over me, both of them looking tired and upset.

"We should talk," Danielle spoke in a low, trembling voice. "Before Cyn... Mrs. L____ wakes up. You should know the story of why she's here."

Reena nodded in agreement and gulped, a guilty look plastered to her face.

I moaned for coffee, then smelled it just as Reena announced: "Started...should be ready in a few minutes."

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "I'm torn between wanting to know what happened...and

not

wanting to know what the fuck happened. I'll keep an open mind but I figure there's a clusterfuck we'll need to deal with."

"Let's go to the stateroom with our coffees so Mrs. L____ doesn't hear us," I suggested, "although it sounds like you are on a first-name basis with 'Cyn'."

R & D both gulped.

In the stateroom, the whole story gushed out: how impressive the L____'s yacht was, the slow, steady stream of champagne all day, the fancy brunch, the gym workout, the shower, the massages, dinner, and finally back here to my yacht. I asked about the massage because I could sense from the way they mentioned it, and the way they mentioned

Philippe's

name (with a bit of gushing awe), that it was the most pleasant part of the afternoon. They described the experience with Philippe. I'm sure they tried to tone it down to keep me from getting jealous but they were obviously very impressed by his skills... and his personality...and his looks. And I was jealous.

They had learned from Mrs.L____ later on my yacht while she was getting drunk on the red wine that Philippe was

more

than a masseuse. She explained that Philippe

had

been a masseuse in his early twenties but he had a real flair for business and in the past fifteen years (he was now 44) he had established three therapeutic massage clinics in the area. He had over eighty employees, including massage therapists, physiotherapists, nutritionists, and support staff. Philippe owned a cabin cruiser in the marina and was a friend of Cyn's. She was pretty much the only person he gave massages to now-- as a personal favor-- but Cyn had made it clear she insisted on paying him for his time and expertise. (As we were to learn later, Philippe also renders

'other'

services for Mrs. L____, but those are mutual pleasure exchanges where no money changes hands.)

"OK," I breathed out slowly after I heard the unfolding but unfinished story. I was sitting hunched over, elbows on my knees, my hands gripping the hair in front of each ear. "Tell me more about

after

'Cyn' came aboard my boat. I didn't just notice that she was asleep on my sofa, apparently recovering from a night of drinking... she is completely naked... and covered front and back with some pretty serious signs of flogging. Maybe tell me about

that

." I barely managed to control my temper and my voice.

R & D stammered. More guilty looks passed between them.

"Well," Reena started, "things kinda spun out of control. She had been so generous and gracious as a host that we couldn't very well

not

invite her back. I guess we figured that in the comfort of our own home, we could maintain better control of her as her hosts than we could as her guests."

Danielle nodded in agreement.

"Anyway," Reena continued, "we hadn't hit the red wine yet" Then she added: "No drinking before/during BDSM play! That's the rule!" She acted a bit animated and silly for a few seconds while making that last statement, raising her voice, smiling, and twirling her right index finger in the air, obviously trying to add a bit of levity to the tense atmosphere. My scowl killed the levity.

Reena paused, then continued "We had only a faint buzz from the champagne. But one thing led to another...and before we knew it, we had Cyn tied to a St. Andrew's cross. I think she figured she was going to be the top - she's so rich and powerful, and a more experienced lady-- but was likely playing bottom at the start to get us in the mood for her to top us later. Danielle and I knew that would not work with her as our top. In the end, I think Cyn really enjoyed being bottom. She loved being flogged... went wild, in fact."

"OK, so you had sex with a really wealthy woman, who lives on the biggest motor yacht here in the marina, and her husband is a rich and powerful businessman...", I started my recap of what I had heard.

Danielle piped in "Well, we didn't

really

have sex with her. I mean we didn't fuck her or eat her pussy or anything. We barely even touched her with our bare hands other than when we tied her up. The flogging was kind of indirect contact..." her voice fizzled out, as she realized how weak her argument sounded.

Danielle started up again. "And I should point out: she's as rich as he is. She was independently wealthy before she married Kenneth..." her voice trailed off.

Reena gulped guiltily. "I guess we should add that Danielle and I put on some latex and fucked each other in front of Cyn, sort of to torment her, give her some pleasure in watching us, but ultimately we denied her having sex with us."

"To tease and torment her?" I sputtered. "Are you crazy? She and her husband can ruin us! They're fucking rich and powerful."

Danielle added: "It's not like that. She loved it! After our sex performance for her, we left her bound on the cross, stuffed 'Stan the stand' into her, and then used the wand vibrator attachment to bring her to multiple orgasms. She was very happy and stuck around for a few hours after, drinking red wine. When that bottle ran out we started a second..."

"Oh my fuck..." I groaned into my palms, slowly shaking my head while my fingers dug at my eyes.

(shifting backward in time...)

3 - Crying in the Night - what happened before I got home

A few hours before I got home... after the multiple orgasms Cyn received from 'Stan the stand' and the electric wand vibrator, R & D had shut down their "sex show". They sensed from Cyn's disorganized speech that she was in subspace. They untied her from the St. Andrew's cross, and supported her weight, hugging her firmly between them and caressing her. After a few minutes, Cyn gained some strength but still needed to be helped to a bed. Reena carried Cyn to the stateroom and placed her on the bed.

R & D sat on either side of her, talking to her and making sure Cyn was coming down from her endorphin high. After about an hour of light talk, Cyn roused nicely and wanted to go home. Reena and Danielle didn't think that was a good idea. They invited her to stay.

Eventually, Cyn insisted she was OK and wanted to sit in the living room to chat--and to drink some wine. Cyn was able to walk with no difficulties at all. She refused to dress, though, stating it was a beautiful warm night... and her body was a bit too sore for clothing at the moment--but it might be possible after a bit of numbing from alcohol, 'Cyn' had joked.

R & D followed her to the living room. This is where the shitstorm started. After each was on her second glass of wine--probably too much for them after being revved up by multiple orgasms and Cyn recovering from subspace--stupid talk occurred. Really stupid talk.

They started off recapping the day but Cyn eventually talked about her wealthy but emotionally starved childhood...her loneliness...feeling from a young age that everyone would only value her for her beauty and wealth. She finally felt she found true love with Kenneth when they met in university. He was from a similarly wealthy family and was a handsome man, dashing even--he was so energetic. In sports, in business, in fucking...

R & D are sex fanatics, but even they gritted their teeth as Cyn went on and on in the most lurid personal details of her and Kenneth's sex life. They were left wondering whether Cyn was complaining or bragging, particularly as Cyn explained how Kenneth's sex needs required the kind of variety only met by fucking other women--

lots

of other women. Cyn followed suit by pursuing young men... secretively at first, then more openly as the years went by. Cyn described many of her encounters in great detail, being double-penetrated a few times on some double dates--and at a few orgies. "Never underestimate the immense pleasure of a good DP," she pontificated, her words now slightly slurred. "I guess TPs, too, if you considered I sometimes sucked cock during the DPs," she added almost neutrally, like stating a fact, with no bragging.

Then Cyn veered to the topic of her recent experience of kissing Alicia, describing in great detail her first experience being eaten by a woman, her orgasm from Alicia, and then her thrill of kissing Alicia passionately while fingering her to an intense orgasm. "Fuck, that was amazing!"

And then her voice turned sour. "Then Kenneth ruined the beautiful moment by giving Alicia and me a facial wash with his spunk! Laughing crazily while he did it. We were both so into each other we had forgotten he was... even... even there." She slurred a bit more.

"I've never eaten pussy before. I was so mixed up and unsure of what I wanted that I didn't go down on Alicia. Big regret now... I felt more attuned with Alicia than I had with any man... although I still love fucking men... and then I saw you two.... You know I never considered myself a lesbo... --sorry, no offense, you two are beautiful together--but I always considered myself 100% straight until recently. Maybe you noticed..." Cyn started losing energy as her drunkenness and need to sleep took over.

Then Cyn started up again, "Fuck! You two are so young, so smart, so beautiful..." before she slipped into a bit of a daze, staring off in the distance with blank 'teddy bear' button eyes.

R & D reached out to each other's hands and looked into each others' eyes trying to see if they could read each other's thoughts about what to do.

Finally, Danielle whispered in a half-panic: "Greg is gonna be home anytime between now and 4 AM. We gotta figure out how to get Cyn out of sight and to sleep. We can sneak her into the guest room--Greg won't look there. Then we get up early--he'll sleep in--and we help her get back to her yacht."

Reena just rolled her head and her eyes in response. She thought that sounded weak. But she had no better plan.

Then Cyn piped in again. "Sorry about the 'lesbo comment earlier. I have nothing against lesbians and gay men--I support gay rights. Anyway, I'm feeling, like I must be bi-sexual, like you two. Or at least one of you. I can tell you are into each other. I just saw that up close. But you Danielle, how does that work with Greg? He told me this morning that

you

were his girlfriend and Reena was

just

your friend who also stayed here. But it's clear to me that you two are more than friends. I've seen that. I mean I've

really

seen it. And rumor has it Greg is sleeping with both of you--or is he?"

Reena got up and left the room, upset that Cyn knew more than they realized, but even more upset that I had told Mrs. L____ that Danielle was my girlfriend--and that Reena wasn't.

Reena threw her wine glass into the sink in anger as she walked through the galley to the stateroom (That explained the broken wine glass that bounced out onto the counter--and the wine splashed everywhere.)

Cyn snapped alert--momentarily--from the display of raw emotion. "I'm sorry, I said too much... and--apparently--the wrong thing," she slurred. She tried to get up but couldn't. "Maybe I'll just sleep here," she muttered to herself while Danielle got up and raced after Reena to soothe her feelings.

In the privacy of the stateroom, Danielle explained to Reena that I probably said that only

she

, Danielle, was my girlfriend to hide our ménage-a-trois status from the neighbors. Danielle did a lot of convincing but finally got Reena to accept that as the likely explanation. Things were settling down. Then the next landmine went off.

As they discussed their relationship--between themselves and with me, it became clear that sex with me hadn't happened

only

when both of them were with me. In the past three months, we had played and/or fucked almost every single day or night, and they had assumed I had always done that with them

together

. But Reena somehow let it slip out that I had fucked her

nine

times when Danielle wasn't around, and she was sorry she hadn't told Danielle earlier. Now Danielle was pissed--

really

pissed. I had only fucked her

twice

when Reena wasn't around.

The shit storm kicked up another notch when each of them accused the other of sneaking behind the other's back and fucking me alone. Then they each wanted to know which of them had fucked me first, without the knowledge of the other. And why did I appear to want to fuck Reena more than Danielle?

Lots of questions. No answers

The main question for all of us: Why didn't we establish more solid ground rules about sex among the three of us?

We had established the rule that we would only have sex among the three of us--no outsiders without clear discussion and informed consent. But I think we assumed that 'we' meant only when the

three

of us were together. There was an unspoken understanding that R & D could have sex together without me because they had been a couple for eighteen months before meeting me. Somehow we overlooked the option of

me

having sex with either of them alone--without the other woman being there or knowing. I guess I

assumed

it was understood that that was OK--so we never discussed it. And Reena and Danielle had each kept their private one-on-one playtimes with me a secret from her partner--with lots of guilt.

How could we be so fucking stupid about such an obvious point?

Reena and Danielle's argument got more serious, with lots of yelling, name-calling, and crying. The soundproofing in the stateroom was intended to hide the loud sounds of our wild, kinky sex. I had never imagined it coming in handy for keeping an

argument

from neighbors' ears.

Cyn had heard nothing of this and while still naked, she fell asleep on the leather sofa.

Following their argument, neither Reena nor Danielle cared to deal with hiding Cyn after Reena tearfully stormed out of the stateroom. However, Reena did briefly check that Cyn was still there and noted Cyn was still breathing, and sleeping deeply. She put a light blanket over Cyn before checking that the back sliding door was locked. Still sniffling softly, Reena padded to the guest room where she cried herself to sleep.

Danielle, being of a more fiery temperament, clenched her fists and her teeth while rocking from side to side slowly in the king-size bed. She was thinking about what she was going to say and do to me. Luckily for me. she drifted off to sleep before I got home. Her anger dissipated during her sleep.

(Fast forward to later on Saturday night...

4 - Smoothing Rough Waters with Oil...make that Lube

Danielle and I were wrapped in an intense embrace. I had kissed and licked her all over, and eaten her to an orgasm while kneeling in front of her. She had hungrily and urgently pushed her shaved pussy into my face and commanded me to suck and lick her CNC* as if my life depended on it. [* CNC normally means consensual non-consent in BDSM, but ever the jokers, R & D had coined the term CNC to mean "clit 'n' cunt", a play on words for the CNC (computer numeric control) machine used for shaping wood and machining metal.]

I cupped Danielle's ass with my hands and pulled her tightly to my face, my fingertips just lightly massaging her puckered sphincter. After 2 minutes of intense tongue action from me, Danielle's ass muscles started contracting and relaxing rhythmically as her orgasm neared. I prepared by holding her even tighter and increased the speed and intensity of licking her clit, her moans and pleading cries starting to get louder... then she exploded, her body twisting wildly and a stream of curse words coming from her mouth.

I held her tightly as she bucked and rocked throughout her orgasm. And I held her up when I felt her legs starting to get weak and rubbery.