How is it that some guys get lucky with women all the time? For Burt Olsen, luck has nothing to do with it. In The Floating Threesome he figured out a perfect way to persuade lots of women to have sex. The story unfolds in 11 short chapters. The crew becomes united in Chapter 10.
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Weeks went by before I put it all together in my head. That threesome brought us together as a unit. Both women seemed to love each other, they both seemed to love me, and I loved them both. We began having very free, liberated sex with each other. It felt good being together. I realized that the three of us were going to enjoy our cruise in the same way a romantic couple would enjoy it. Being intimate was liberating, and I thought it was wonderful that events unfolded in a way that ended up with us having a great threesome on our very first trip together.
I gradually realized that the way it happened was suspiciously perfect. It was like the script of a porn video. Think about it. Taylor taught Maddy how to dance like a stripper, and it got her (and me) so aroused that we just HAD to rush to the cabin and have a threesome. Remember that Taylor's job was to manipulate men into giving her money. She had skill. She understood how people think, and how to get them to think what she wanted them to think.
Don't misunderstand: I'm grateful. Taylor did us all a big favor. But there was nothing spontaneous about it. Luck played no role. As I reviewed everything in my mind, I realized that Taylor was quick to figure out that I'd made a mistake bringing together two women who knew I'd had sex (a lot of sex) with both of them. Taylor didn't care. She had a very casual attitude about sex. But Maddy cared. I'd made her feel special, and then introduced her to a woman who made it seem she wasn't special at all. There was a danger Maddy would think she was just another conquest. It was an invitation for trouble. It was likely that hurt feelings, jealousy and awkwardness would plague us during the whole trip.
The threesome short circuited the problem. By arranging for us all to have sex with each other, Taylor made us all equal. Nobody could feel jealous. How could Maddy care that I'd had sex with Taylor after she'd had sex with her too? How could Maddy feel mad at Taylor after Taylor became her lover? How could I feel awkward after the three of us became lovers as well as crew mates? As I think about the events of that day, I find myself admiring Taylor's astonishing ability to make people feel good about themselves.
We went on several more short cruises to master the skills required to sail
Vanguard
. Each trip felt like part of a honeymoon. Maddy and Taylor shucked off their bikinis as soon as we were away from the marina, and things got friendly fast. There were lots of hugs, giggles and kisses, and we regularly engaged the autopilot so we could go down to the cabin and have sex.
On longer trips a pattern developed. We'd get up in the morning, have breakfast, and do the routine chores needed on any cruise. When the work was done, we'd sit around talking, and Maddy and Taylor would start making out. Pretty soon they'd excuse themselves and go down to the cabin to have sex. I'd stay in the captain's chair, and I'd hear moaning and groaning as the girls got intimate. One time I took a peek down the stairs and saw them locked in a tight 69. Other times I'd see one of them on her back while the other ate her pussy. I'm sure you can imagine how excited this made me.
I'd have a big fat boner by the time I'd hear one of the women cumming. On some days, I'd hear Maddy in the throes of a strong orgasm. On other days, it would be Taylor. Things would get quiet, and then the one who'd climaxed would come upstairs and let me know I was needed in the cabin. On a day that Taylor had been the one to cum, she said "Better get downstairs, Burt. Maddy has an itch she needs you to scratch."
Down I went, finding a naked Maddy sprawled across the sheets, with her hair a mess and her face smeared with Taylor's wetness. "Get over here," Maddy said, smiling and raising her arms as an invitation. I climbed on top of her warm body and gave her a deep, soulful kiss.
"You taste like Taylor," I said.
"Taylor tastes like me!" Maddy said, laughing.
It was like that every every day. One woman made the other climax, and it was my job to make sure the other one also got a nice orgasm. Maddy was already very excited, and there was no need to get her ready for my cock. She was more than ready. "Give it to me, Burt," Maddy said. "Yes ma'am," I answered, sliding my cock all the way into her tight little pussy. She exhaled, making a sound of pleasure and relief. "Taylor is great and all, but I need a cock in me once in a while," Maddy said.
"From the way things are going, I'd say you need that every day," I said.
"I'd say you're right," Maddy said. "Poor Burt. Has to give two different females their minimum daily cock requirement. Are we wearing you out yet?"
"Not yet," I said. I thought we were doing too much talking and not enough fucking, so I wrapped Maddy in my arms and began pounding into her hot, wet pussy. That shut her up. Instead, she began making the cute little sounds she always makes when we have sex.
It took almost no time for Maddy to have a very nice climax. Taylor provided the foreplay, and I finished her off. But I was just getting started, so it seemed like a good idea to try to make Maddy cum again.
We settled into slow, gently, loving motions, going in and out without hurry or rush. This went on, and on, and we both slowly got more and more excited. Maddy rolled me on to my back and rode me cowgirl style. She rubbed her clit against my body, grinding it against me as we both got closer and closer. I relaxed and enjoyed the view of Maddy's marvelous body moving up and down, right and left, back and forth, and around in circles. She was so strong. All those years of rigorous conditioning were intended to make her a great gymnast, but they also made her a great lover. I had sex with a lot of women after I started "interviewing" would-be models to take on my cruise. None of them were anything like Maddy. If sex was an Olympic event, she'd had another gold medal.
"God, Burt, you're making me cum again," she said. It seemed to me that she was giving me too much credit. She was doing the work. Of course, I was the one providing the cock she needed, so there was that. I could always tell when Maddy was getting close. She gets a certain kind of look on her face, with her eyes squeezed shut as she gritted her teeth. Maddy looked like that, so I stopped trying to keep from climaxing myself. Even if I did cum first, I was sure my erection would last long enough to give Maddy what she needed.
As it happened, Maddy came first, and I started to cum before she was finished. I looked up from the bed and saw her writhing in pleasure. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she said as she pounded down on my cock over and over and over. I felt her pussy throb as I filled it with my cum. Maddy finally collapsed, falling forward. She laid on my chest, working to catch her breath as our excitement ebbed.
Eventually I turned her on to her side so we were looking each other in the face. "Was that adequate?" I asked. She laughed. "I don't know. Ask me later. Let's see how long I feel satisfied,"
We cuddled for a while, then Maddy said something interesting. "When I quit competing, I hoped I'd finally have the time and energy to do things I'd never done before," she said. "Having romantic adventures was the thing I wanted most."
"How's that working out for you?" I asked.
"Nothing like the way I'd expected," she said. "I hoped I'd find a nice boyfriend. We'd do fun things during the day and have sex at night. That was the plan. This was not the plan."
"I'm selfishly happy that it worked out like this," I said.
"Be as selfish as you want," Maddy said. "I'm thrilled that it worked out like this. I can't stop thinking that it's kind of weird for me to have feelings for two different people at the same time. I never imagined that was possible."
"Maddy, the older I get, the more I believe that people are complicated. Life is complicated. It's not like some Hallmark movie. I have feelings for you and for Taylor, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world."
"So I have feelings for you, and you have feelings for me," Maddy said. "That sounds almost like saying we're in love."
"Almost my ass. I'll happily make it official. I love you, Maddy. I knew you were special the moment I met you. It was different with Taylor. It took me a while to get to know her as a real woman instead of just another pretty face. But now I love you both, and I just can't imagine how things could have evolved differently."
"I love you too, Burt," Maddy said.
She gave me that little smile I like so much, and we got back to the serious business of cuddling. A few long minutes went by before Maddy spoke again.
"I'm afraid of what will happen after this cruise is over. I'm afraid we'll go off in different directions and I won't see you again. I want us to stay together," she said.
"I'll do my part," I said. "I want you to always be in my life."
"Tonight, after we get back to the marina, I want you to come to my house. Not just for one night. I want you there every night. Will you do that for me, Burt?"
"Maddy, you overwhelm me," I said. "Of course I will. I'd love it if your face was the first thing I see every morning."
"Good," Maddy said. "Are you sure you aren't just tired of being a little bit homeless?"
I laughed. "No, not at all. I've grown used to my camper. It will be very hard to say goodbye. But I'll soldier on somehow."
"Listen, I've said 'I love you' to you, and you've said it to me," Maddy said. "Shouldn't we say it to Taylor?"
"Wow. That's a good question," I said. "Maddy, I have a hard time knowing what Taylor is thinking. She's so good at making people happy and comfortable that I never know if she's happy and comfortable herself."
"And I think Taylor is more pragmatic when it comes to things like love," Maddy said. "Maybe it's because she is an erotic entertainer. I think she has her own way of thinking about romance."
"We haven't been a trio for very long," I said. "It's been wonderful for me since the first minute. Maybe it's unfair to expect an emotional commitment from Taylor this soon. Why don't we keep this to ourselves for a while? Why don't we give her a chance to get accustomed to the idea of having you and me in her life? I would hate for us to tell her we love her if she didn't feel she could say it back. That would put too much pressure on her."
"We have to tell her eventually," Maddy said.
"Of course we do. But we don't have to do it today. Why don't we keep doing what we're doing? Why don't we keep showing her how much we love her, and let that marinate for a while? Give her a chance to get a clear idea of what she thinks of us."
"OK. If you say so," Maddy said. "I'm terrible at stuff like this. I just want to tell her now. I agree with everything you say, but I'm not sure how long I can go without just blurting it out."
"If you do blurt out the way you feel, just be sure to explain that I feel the same," I said. "But I don't think we'll have to wait very long. We'll know when Taylor is ready to hear what we have to say."
We slowly got out of bed and went back on deck. "You two were down there a long time," Taylor said. "Were you working your way through all the positions in the
