Abandoned Women's Foundation - Mat &Connie Part 3
Background
This is the continuation of the Mat and Connie Saga.
In recent days Toni and her husband Jake had become overnight millionaires on paper following the float of Consult Co Inc on the NYSE. As part of the steps to get that IPO going on the NYSE, Toni and Jake became swingers and Toni a hot wife on a mission. Toni had set up a branch of the Abandoned Wives Foundation in Texas and was building up its business.
Mat and Connie had come down to Houston and later Galveston to meet and greet Jake and Toni with the expressed purpose of marketing the family business to Consult Co Inc. Mat told Connie she should do "whatever it takes to get close to Jake and Toni."
Part of that as a first step was to go sailing with Toni and Jake for a weekend. The Saturday night involved the four participating in an orgy beach party.
A Voyage of Discovery?
It was Sunday late morning as their rubber dingy approached Drake and Bolton's sixty-foot yacht moored in that quiet bay up the coast from Galveston. The warning words of Angel were ringing in the ears of Toni and Connie as they latched onto the mooring hooks at the end of the yacht.
"Christina devours men. They are playthings to her. She is so beautiful and lustful that men are like putty in her hands. Once consumed they are discarded until her next conquest arises. There is no reason why she would treat your husbands differently, her history proves."
Toni, Connie and Angel pulled themselves up the ladder and onto the wheel deck to be greeted by the sight of Drake and Bolton enjoying a beer in one hand and each holding the head of a blond woman bobbing up and down on their enlarged cocks. All were stark naked and protected in the shade of a loosely flapping sail moving gently with the slightest of sea breezes.
Looking up to greet these new women on board, all the guys could raise was a smile and a pointing of their bottles generally in the direction of the stairway down below decks. Nothing was said or meant. Just leave us alone while we enjoy the obvious. The only noises were the lapping of the water against the hull, the rustle of the sail and the slurping of the two blonds as they applied themselves wholeheartedly to their task.
The two blonds ignored the presence of Toni, Connie and Angel, as if they were not there. Seemingly they had done this many times before on board a yacht and as true professionals they were not going to be distracted.
Reaching the point their men were hard and ready, they lifted themselves up, slid over the bodies of Drake and Bolton and let their pussies consume the objects of their desire between their legs. It was so effortless and well-practiced. Each wiggled their hips and squeezed their legs together as they drew their man into their depths. Arching their backs allowed them to push down with their groins meeting their man. Keeping their eyes closed, each of Aggie and Nell were concentrating on their pussies and the sensations each was enjoying from her man, slowly drawing them into their love holes. They enjoyed their work, if you could ever call having sex work when you are on a glorious huge yacht in a secluded bay in the Gulf of Mexico. The oohs and aahs uttered were of pleasure.
Toni, Connie and Angel looked at each other knowingly. No words need to be said, as the picture created was more than enough. Not a bad way to enjoy a lazy day afloat.
As the three proceeded down the stairs into the comparatively huge area below decks, they were greeted by a murmuring more like a purring than an expression of physicality.
Past the sail areas, the galley and storage, they were confronted with a scene of pleasure, not lust or sexual language.
Maris and Christina were laid out on the largest of bunks, naked as they were born, mutually enjoying sixty-nine sex.
Mat and Jake were not to be seen, although there were snoring noises deeper within the hull.
Connie was transfixed with the playing scene, allowing her hand to return to her recently pleasured pussy over her short shorts.
Angel nudged Toni, knowing the pleasures being enjoyed by the two, of which she and her pussy had enjoyed many times over with these two Swedes.
In each of Maris and Christina's right hands was a long black dildo that was being trapped between their lovers legs, as their tongues worked magic on their lovers pussy. They made love slowly and deliberately. Their tongues softly licking at their lover's folds and working their way around the clit, while the dildo was withdrawn and pressured back into the drooling pussies. The single most obvious sight was the quantity of fluids flowing around the pussies, circling the dildos and through to the sheets. These women obviously thrived on sex, physically, mentally and emotionally. The dildos were twisted, moved and caressed into the pussies in fashion that each knew of the others delight.
Toni walked carefully past the lovers to ensure she did not interrupt their pleasures, in order to find Mat and Jake. She did and they were both naked lying face up on bunks some few yards beyond the lovers with the broadest of smiles across their faces, snoring peacefully deeply asleep and apparently re-living their last few hours in their slumber.
She decided there was no point in waking either, so she retraced her steps gingerly stepping over the strewn clothes and empty bottles on her way.
Angel had stepped up behind Connie and had worked her hands up each side of Connie to massage Connie's beautiful boobs free of any support. Connie took no notice as she played with her own pussy. Giving up any pretext of privacy Connie pushed her right hand down past the elastic in her shorts and with her left reached back and held Angel hard against her back.
Toni remembered why she got her T shirt emboldened "I love BBB", knowing her pleasures of Cancun, Big, Black and Between my legs. All she could do now was fantasise of those memories while she watched the two couples enjoying their own forms of loving sex. She knew her turn would come. All she had to do was wait.
"You love to fuck don't you Connie."
Angel was turning up the heat.
"My hand is awash between your legs. You are like me aren't you Connie? Don't pretend any more, give yourself up to the love of sex. You will be transformed into a new age woman. You only live once, so make it count in spades."
These words well and truly hit the spot, because Connie slumped slightly and bent her back, tightening her legs around Angel's hand as she came hard again and flowing cum freely down her legs with no sense of sensitivity or privacy.
"I do love to fuck and I want more, a lot more, when I want it and how I want it."
This conversation stirred Christina who was on top of Maris.
"We gave up on your men, when we drained them dry. They are going to be out of action for hours. We were still horny, so you see what we love to do. Unless you want to join in, I suggest you go back to your yacht and leave us to our fun."
Angel piped up "Christina is rather blunt at times. There is point in hanging around here. Let's go back to your yacht. I will get my gear. We can enjoy ourselves and be on our own terms."
Christina almost gave away her dominance as she smiled somewhat with a smirk, knowing she had won this round.
Maris and Christina returned to their pleasures, as Angel, Toni and Connie went up the stairs.
Drake and Bolton had continued on with Aggie and Nell as if nothing else mattered. Truth is at that moment, that assumption was correct. While the scene was of male domination, Aggie and Nell were seriously into their loving with Connie and Toni left in no doubt who was actually the dominant and who was just enjoying that moment.
Angel let Connie and Toni soak in the foursome with "women have all the fun don't they? Those two love to suck. Our girls are nymphos and all we need is a good thick cock when we get horny. Easy to please and our lovers are plenty. Some pay us for the pleasure and why not?"
Lunch was dispensed with as Angel, Toni and Connie stripped off their meagre clothing and enjoyed the next couple of hours sunbaking, taking photographs of their bodies and having sex until the wind and tide began to change. Connie was transforming into a new woman, open and willing to enjoy much of what she had missed out on in her what she saw as a one-sided marriage.
Connie had no issues with nudity. The photos were erotic through to the artistic. A marvellous history of her revelations and her sexuality. Neither did she have any issues with Angel's forwardness encouraging her to all her options. Their favourite shot being each side-by-side hugging with their hands to their lips sucking off their fingers from their mutual finger fucking.
Galveston Marina
Angel, Connie and Toni had given up on Mat and Jake for the day, so when the wind and tide turned, they up anchored and headed their yacht back to port. T-shirt and bikini bottoms were all that was required to keep them protected from the elements. They reached the marina some hours later.
On the way Toni had taken a radio message from the Commodore as there had been several members come down with COVID, each and every member and guest had that afternoon to have a clear RATS test before they came anywhere near the Clubhouse.
Angel, Connie and Toni all had negative tests and sat in the outside bar waiting for the sixty-foot yacht of Drake and Bolton to arrive with their enlarged crew. They lounged away sipping their coffees and checking out the yachts as they returned to dock, along with a judicious viewing of all the hunky men. There were plenty of men who asked to join them, but all three knew now was not the time and place to be open to other sail club members advances. They kept their eyes open and allowed their thoughts to accept that a level of window shopping was the preferred option.
As the last rays of sunlight were streaking the clear blue sky, the sixty-foot yacht came into its birth.
Toni's mobile phone rang which she answered with "Toni speaking" and put the phone on speaker.
"Hi honey. Jake here."
Toni was by this time fuming, worried and questioning in her own mind what was going on.
"Yes" was all Jake got.
"Sorry to say this but Christina has COVID and all of us have come down with positive RATS tests."
"So?"
"That means we all on this yacht now have to isolate for 7 days under Texas law."
"None of us have tested positive. Where does that leave us three ladies?"
"Drake and Bolton have a place down near the beach and they decided it best they isolate down there for the seven days. They invited us to stay and in such short notice me and Mat decided that we should accept."
"Meaning Connie, Angel and I are now left to our own devices for seven days."
There was silence.
"Wait a second and I will talk with the other girls."
