Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. None of this actually happened. If you feel particularly protective of certain celebrity chefs, you may not want to read it. You have been warned.
Note: If you haven't already, read Celebrity Chef Cruise Ch. 01 & Ch. 02, which are prequels to this story.
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It wasn't time yet to get ready for the evening show so I grabbed my Navigator to figure out what to do with the rest of the afternoon. There were plenty of options and I was feeling in the mood for a beer out on deck so I tracked down all of my clothes and pulled them back on, hanging my swimsuit in the bathroom even though it was dry. I left my stateroom and headed toward the upper decks with a definite swing in my step and a smile on my face. I'd had more sex, provided more orgasms and experienced more myself than I had in several months prior to that cruise combined. The future looked promising, as well, with my three new lovers all being single and living close enough to see on a regular basis. My friends were going to be green with envy. They would likely scoff when I shared my story, but when I started showing up places with Amanda, Katie or Diana in tow, they would then have no choice but to believe.
I grabbed a beer on the upper deck and found a spot where I could enjoy the scenery, both off the ship and passing by on the ship. As I thought about everything I'd experienced over the past 24 hours, it was almost mind boggling and I wondered how I could have been so fortunate. I knew the next morning would be an early one and, though we'd get a good breakfast, we'd be off the ship soon after and back to our regular lives. I already had Diana's contact information but I'd need to get Katie's and Amanda's before the next morning. I was expecting to spend most of that night with them so I wasn't expecting it to be a problem. I was also expecting to get very little sleep so I was glad that I'd have most of Sunday to recover before I had to go back to work.
After a couple of beers and plenty of relaxing, I figured I should probably go shower before the show since I'd been on the waterslide and in the hot tub. As I was cleaning myself up, I was also thinking about how nice it would be to shower with either Katie, Amanda or Diana. The showers on the ship definitely wouldn't be big enough but the shower at my apartment definitely would be. Thinking about that led me to wonder whether there would be any more threesomes with Katie and Amanda once we were back in New York. Since I figured that I couldn't necessarily count on it, I resolved to make the most of the night ahead. Not that I would have taken it for granted or that it wouldn't have been memorable regardless, but I knew if there was anything specific that I wanted to do as part of a threesome with them, I needed to be sure to do it.
Between the show and dinner that night, I ended up exchanging contact information with a lot of my new friends so I expected to be seeing more than just Amanda, Katie and Diana once we were back in New York. After dinner, it was back to the club and it wasn't long before I was seeing a lot of the same faces from the previous night, including Amanda, Katie and Diana. I tried to share my attention equally with all of them, even though I knew Diana wouldn't be hanging out as late as the rest of us. I don't think anyone was jealous because they all knew that they could have me whenever they wanted, especially after we were off the ship. When Diana let me know that she was leaving, I stepped out of the club with her briefly to give her a passionate good-bye kiss and we both promised that we'd be together again soon. The rest of us stayed at the club for one more set but, rather than going to the bar after, Katie, Amanda and I headed right for my stateroom since we knew we'd have to be up early the next morning.
Rather than immediately strip down and start fucking, we actually stepped out onto the verandah first, since we were still warm from dancing. The cool breeze and fresh air were definitely refreshing and, as I stood between them, I had a hand on each of their asses. They both had panties on under their skirts so I was thinking about whose I wanted to slip off first when Amanda spoke.
"I can't believe it's almost over already," she lamented.
"It's a two day cruise," Katie replied, "It was almost over as soon as it started."
"I guess I just didn't expect to enjoy it as much as I did," she said, "especially with having to work."
"Right?" replied Katie, "Then somebody danced his way into our lives and turned this into a real party."
"Seriously?" I asked, "You guys are the ones who rocked my world. I'm just trying to keep up."
They both laughed but it was flattering to know how they felt. Since the previous night I had removed Katie's panties first, I moved behind Amanda and hunkered down, reaching up under her skirt. She was still leaning on the railing as I slid her panties down then she stepped out of them. I tossed them through the door from the verandah into my stateroom then ran my hands over her soft, smooth ass as my cock was stiffening. After a minute or so, Katie cleared her throat and turned her ass in my direction so I moved over behind her and reached under her skirt to slide her panties down. I tossed them through the door, too, in the direction of Amanda's then caressed her ass.