Unexpected Threesome Ch. 04

"You know I've had a crush on you almost since I first came aboard."

Ned was caught off guard by the suddenness of the revelation.

At one level he was chuffed. Who wouldn't be to hear that at his age a young woman like Issie had a crush on him? Maybe his attempts to project the dignified wisdom of age without the hubris of youth was working. That and a half reasonable attempt to keep himself in good physical shape.

But at another level he was taken aback. 'Crush' was such an extendable word. Ned had enjoyed their mutual flirting over that time; it had done wonders for his ego and it was genuine on his part – in the sense of being based on a sexual and personal attraction to Issie. Is that what she meant by crush or was it closer to a declaration of 'being in love'? He took a path of response that was honest but neutral.

"Issie, I regard you as one of the best friends I have in this world. I've always felt attracted to you and dreaded the day you eventually leave the boat. I feel a connection with you that goes beyond the sexual arrangements that we've got ourselves into. And for the last week I've been concerned about the possibility of jealousies eroding that connection, even as I've come closer to you. But I suppose I'm also aware I'm twice your age and not a very good long term partner for you. I just figured whatever crushes we felt towards each other we had to keep them within the perspective of our age differences."

"Yea, I know and at one level I agree. Still, sometimes it's hard to let the feelings go. But it's not about Amy being involved too. I can see you're a bit obsessed with her breasts and butt and the possibility of rooting her silly and really, given what a stunner she is, that's understandable. But I also recognise we share a little bit more emotionally. There's no jealousy. In a way it was Amy who triggered this whole development and let it work out the way it has and we've all gained from that. And it's being part of a threesome that keeps a lid on it too. Within the wandering lifestyle we're sharing it's working well and I've got no complaints. I just wanted to be able to actually tell you about my crush."

There was a moment's thoughtful silence. Then Issie's next revelation almost knocked Ned out.

"Do you know we'd always planned to seduce you into a threesome relationship? We just thought it was more likely to happen next time we were at sea."

Ned was left agape, so Issie just continued.

"Don't you think Amy and I talk at night as we're settling down to sleep? We'd both agreed you'd be 'a good root' as you Aussie's call it. It was just a matter of making it happen.

But don't think Amy was bunging it on when she came to you looking for comfort. She'd been seriously hurt by the way the guys had ignored her. She might have been a bit strung out with sexual frustration, but the hurt was real and deep. How was she to know you'd end up offering to finger her?

You might have thought it was just to be a once off, but once I heard what was happening I wanted to be part of it. Didn't you think it was a bit strange I came in and demanded my turn and Amy just smiled in agreement?"

Ned's head was spinning with what he was being told.

"But you girls could have an endless stream of lovers younger and better looking than me."

"You haven't really been very observant of the younger sailing population have you; at least not in this Pacific cruising game anyway? I know I'm generalising, but the single girls are mostly university grads on a gap year or three before settling down to life. The guys– in their own minds anyway – are 'sailing gods' destined to lead a life sailing mega yachts around the world. They're dumb and arrogant pricks for whom any girl is just another layover.

They might be fun to tease by shaking my arse at them, but picking one up is like eating a candy bar; feels good at the time, but leaves you feeling yucky and unsatisfied soon after.

When we talked about it we figured we had a choice between continuing our monastic existence, asking you to let us pick a couple of guys to add to the crew knowing it was likely one or both of them would turn out unfuckable and we'd be stuck with them at sea anyway or settling for a threesome with you.

You've looked after us better than any other guy we've ever known and not even gone looking for sex in return. We figured at least with you we could share a friendship and a root and by making it the three of us it wouldn't get too complicated. You Aussies like to be self-depreciating, so if you want to put yourself down, you could just think of yourself as the least bad alternative; but that's far from how we think of it.

Anyhow, for an old fart you're not that bad looking."

By the time the outboard on Amy's tender had been heard approaching the yacht, Ned was lying exhausted and spent on his back on the bunk, his head in a spin with what he'd just been told. Issie was on top of him and only marginally less spent than Ned. As he had gently caressed her face with his finger, Ned could feel the first swelling of the recovery of his hardness pushing up between her thighs. In a way he had been glad Amy had returned. It was a good moment to have finished. They were emotionally connected and sweaty and sticky with bodily fluids and in need of a quick dip.

As they had greeted Amy in the cockpit on their way to the water Ned had no way of hiding the significant bulge in his swimwear. Amy had focused her eyes on it almost from the moment Ned had followed Issie through the companionway. As Ned went to brush past Amy, she put her hand out to stop him, wrapped her fingers around the protruding member and as she gave him a warm kiss, whispered into his mouth...

"I thought that would be worn out by now. Next time I get a solo turn with you, it won't recover for a week."

Then she simply pulled her face back into his field of vision and gave him a cheeky smile.

"Are you going to help me with the groceries?"

Reminded of his obligations, Ned heard the sound of Issie diving into the water as he bundled up the bags Amy had already stacked into the cockpit to take them below. He let Issie know he'd join her in the water soon, as he returned to help Amy with those still in the tender and quickly store them in the various nooks and crannies that pass for pantries in a yacht.

As he finished and singled to Amy that he was going topside to join Issie in the water, Amy blocked his path.

Amy's groping of his manhood in the cockpit had left him with a semi-hardened bulge pushing out in his swimwear. Tangled in the material, it wasn't standing vertical; more pushing out horizontal, half folded back under itself. The interlude since she'd handled it had done nothing to allow it to settle. Issie was right. Ned was obsessed about Amy's breasts and butt and the thought of rooting her body. There was just something about her genome that drove Ned wild with inappropriate desires. Dressed as she was, just interacting with her as they cleared away the groceries was triggering all those obsessions even after Ned's morning's activities.

Mind you Amy wasn't helping. Ned had suspected his obsession with her body was no less transparent to Amy than it had been to Issie. For all he knew the girls had talked about it. Whatever was the case, Amy was playing to it. Those red undies and the prominent mons they covered had been flashed at him innumerable times as she'd bent down to put away the groceries and when she wasn't doing that, those teasingly covered breasts and the barely hidden nipples were constantly in his gaze.

Now as she blocked his path she'd slid her crotch over the bulge, wrapping her arms around the naked flesh of his waist.

"I hope you've had a good morning with Issie. You know I've spent it fantasying about what I'm going to do with you next time I have a turn alone with you."

"Oh god!" Ned had thought. She was rocking herself gently back and forward on it. Instantly it had fully hardened, just stretching out the material as it straightened and grew vertically out between her thighs. His body ached just to slip his manhood inside the leg hem of her pantie and pound her so hard her head would be bouncing against the cabin top. He even got the vibe that's what Amy wanted him to do.

Ned had felt like his life had turned into some sort of porn movie script. But he knew this was real life; with real people. There were innumerable problems with that thought. The main one was that out in the water waiting for him was Issie. This was her morning with him and even though it was in a sense over, it would just feel like cheating to take Amy here and now.

Ned had started to suspect Amy was needier, maybe more insecure, than Issie. Given her history, that was quite likely. Maybe she was also more vulnerable to sexual frustration. He needed to be careful.

"I can hardly wait; I've had a few inappropriate thoughts about you of my own. But you girls will need to organise it soon. You know we sail in 8 days, so unless someone wants to sit up on the bow pulpit while the other has their way with me, you'll both need to get another turn in before then.

Issie's waiting in the water for me. Why don't you get changed and join us?"

As delicately as he could, Ned withdrew his manhood from under Amy's crotch; his swimwear showing a damp stain along the line where Amy's crease had been pushed down to wrap itself around it.

"We'll see you in the water in a few moments."

With that he delicately moved around her and up the companionway; hoping she'd take the invitation. She'd probably want to frolic in the water no less intimately than her last interaction, but at least that would be a three way thing in front of Issie, not the sneaky interaction he felt was going on down here.

Still Ned faced one last problem. He now had a full on erection highly visible in his swimwear. He didn't really want to flaunt that in front of Issie. It said too much about what had just happened; so he elected to dive off the side of the boat, swimming around to the transom where Issie lingered, both the dive itself and swimming through the water bending his outstretched erection back in a way that was at once both arousing and a bit uncomfortable.

If Issie felt it as she swam up to him – and she must have – she didn't say anything.

Ned was pleased when Amy, having put on a bikini bottom to match the top that had tested Ned so much, followed him shortly after into the water, even if that did mean he barely spent a moment in the water without at least one of the girls sliding something across his erection. Still, it was all light-hearted fun; if either of them was annoyed with him, they didn't show it.

This story started as a brief record of the passing of a week. The significance of that week was more than just some sort of mini-'week-versary' so to speak of the commencement of their threesome. At the end of the week, the long awaited test results from the STI clinic came through.

They were all clear and their sex could now be uninhibited by the need for protection. As they each laid the results on the table, it was if what happened next had been pre-planned by the girls and it left anything that Ned had experienced before to pale by comparison.

TO BE CONTINUED.