The Stagers (16 page)

“Not a bad life if you can get it,” she told herself as she pulled back the covers and slid between the crisp sheets.

* * * *

Farrin had been on Van’s boat several times, always for an afternoon cruise. She, Lyle, and Van would slowly cruise the area, looking at the homes and deciding what changes they would make if it were their home. She was quite aware of how he handled the boat, never drinking until they were safely home, his eye always on the boat traffic around them.

During one afternoon escape, she teased they should anchor and play together for a while. Van vetoed her suggestion until they got home that afternoon. Then he took full advantage of her original idea.

Today she wore her almost nonexistent white bikini and used her sheer white shirt as a cover up. She noted both men seemed to appreciate her look, Lyle prompting her to lose the shirt. Van didn’t hesitate to fondle her breast or her ass at his whim.

“Where are we heading today? I don’t think I’ve seen this area before.” Van stood behind the wheel, guiding the boat at a steady pace through the soft waves.

“I have a destination in mind. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do. You trusted me with a razor on you cock last night.” She gave his butt a pinch. “How does it feel, still smooth?”

“And very sensitive, my cocks been hard all morning.”

“Maybe I can help ease your pain,” she answered, giving him a questioning glance.

Lyle laughed aloud at their banter. “What, he’s very specific what we do on the boat. He’s the captain. He’ll have to decide if we suck him and fuck him.”

“So that’s how it works, he’s the captain and he decides?” Her voice trailed off as she began to picture different scenarios in her mind.

“And what about me?” Lyle asked, breaking her thoughts. “What attention do I get?” He let a mock pout form on his lips.

“Lyle, you get any attention you want, when you want it. You two go play. I have a destination in mind.”

“Oh, good, we have permission to play, Farrin. What would you like to do or have done?” The pout on his lips was replaced by a wide smile.

“Van, what would you like to watch?”

“The water for a bit longer. We’re about twenty minutes from the place I have in mind.”

“Twenty minutes to get him excited watching us. I think we should start by licking your pussy until you’re wet.”

Glancing over her shoulder to Van, he nodded his consent. Lyle dropped to his knees before her and slid the bikini bottom down her legs, pausing to kiss and nip her thighs.

“Farrin, leave the shirt on for a while longer. We’re still in view of other boats.”

“If I must,” she teased, bracing her hand on the side railing as Lyle began to lick her pussy. His finger slipped easily inside her and she groaned with pleasure. “Add a second finger, Lyle.” Her prompting was acknowledged as he slid a second finger inside her, concentrating on suckling her clit. “That’s right, make me come, Lyle, and then lick me clean.”

“Only if I can rub my cock while I do it.” His free hand dropped to his crotch, rubbing his erection through his bathing suit.

She didn’t know how long they stayed that way. When she came, Lyle continued to lick her. “It’s my turn,” she said, then paused to look around. “Where are we? It’s so secluded here.”

“I prefer seclusion to preying eyes,” Van told her, bringing the boat near the sandy shallows of the deserted stretch of sand. He dropped the anchor and then his shorts, revealing his hard on. “Does the captain get any attention?”

“Of course, he gets all our attention.”

“Good, Farrin, lose the shirt. I want to suck your tits while Lyle sucks my cock.” They moved quickly to accommodate his want. “Lyle, play with your cock until we get to you,” he continued, nipping at Farrin’s nipples through the small swatch of cloth still covering her breasts.

“Oh, that feels wonderful, but I’d rather have your lips to my breast without the cloth.”

He untied the back first, letting it hang loose and slid his hands behind her head, untying the knot at the back of her neck. The top fell away, freeing her breasts to his hands and lips. “That’s much better,” she whispered. “Van, use your hands to push them together so you can suck both nipples at the same time.” He did as she asked without question. She let her head drop back on her shoulders, watching the afternoon sky.

“Van, that feels wonderful.” His hands fell from her breasts. “Farrin, why not give Lyle’s cock a bit of attention before he bursts.”

“Your wish,” she teased, moving to lie on her belly beside him. She turned his hips, so she could access him while he continued to lavish Van’s cock.

“He’s so smooth,” Lyle commented as they rearranged their position. “You were right. He does seem longer, fuller, and harder.” Glancing up to Van, Lyle asked, “Why haven’t we done this before?”

“Never thought about it,” he said, dropping his hand to rest on Lyle’s shoulder.

“You’re harder and longer, too,” she told Lyle, continuing to suck him and play with his testicles. “Is there any chance I could get one of these cocks in my pussy?”

“Which one?” Lyle asked.

“Either, both. I just want to get fucked. Van, how would you like to see us? Set the stage for us.” She gave Lyle’s cock one last pull between her lips before standing and waiting for Van’s cue.

“Farrin, go and brace yourself on the chair back by the steering wheel. Lyle, you fuck her from behind.”

“And what will you be doing?” she asked while they moved as he directed.

“Hopefully fucking my ass.” Lyle’s statement wasn’t a question. It was a plea.

Farrin stood bracing her weight on the chair back while Lyle stepped behind her, pausing to cover his cock with a condom. Her pussy was wet and ready, taking him easily into her slippery tunnel. “That feels wonderful,” she groaned, glancing back over her shoulder. “But I can’t see Van fucking you.”

“I’ll get you a mirror later,” Van quipped, covering is cock with the latex before taking a stance behind Lyle. He ran his hand along his butt, pausing to suck his middle finger until it was slick with his saliva. He ran it up and back over his anus several times, while Lyle planted his weight and pushed his butt higher.

“You are already ready, Lyle? Were you playing by yourself this morning?”

“Maybe just a little,” he confessed. Van pushed inside him in one smooth motion. When the men were set, Van used Lyle’s hips to steady his thrusts, pushing Lyle’s cock further in her pussy with each stroke.

“This feels amazing,” Farrin said, sliding back further to take his cock deeper.

“But you want more, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, not caring what her plea asked for.

“Lyle,” Van said, “give me your hand.” He raised his hand and Van captured his middle finger between his lips, sucking it like he would a cock.

“I can feel you surge inside me, Lyle. What’s he doing to you?”

“He’s sucking my finger,” he said, pulling it from Van’s lips, using the slick digit to probe lightly at her anus.

“Lyle, I need you to push that finger inside me, now. It will make me come.” Her breath was without rhythm as he slid it in her. With each move of Van’s cock in his ass, his cock moved in her pussy. Now she could feel his finger against her, too. “Oh, God, that’s what I needed,” she told the men.

“Farrin, pinch your nipples. I’m going to come soon, push us over the edge.” She did as Van asked, bracing her weight with one hand and pinching her own nipple with her other. “That’s it, that’s the visual I needed.” Van’s hands tightened on Lyle’s hips, holding him tight to Farrin while he came. One last tweak and her pussy throbbed with her release. Lyle felt her pulsing and came, too. They all stayed where they were for a moment before Van finally moved from Lyle. He pulled from Farrin and grabbed her around the waist before she lost her balance.

“Well, that’s a good start for the afternoon,” Van said. “I think it’s time we got some real nourishment. How about a break for lunch?”

“If we must,” Lyle teased, turning to Van and tugging off his used protection. He let his hand pump Van’s cock a few times before he disappeared down in the cabin. He returned with a damp cloth and cleaned Farrin’s body, top to bottom. Then he wiped at Van’s cock, watching it bob back to life.

“Food first,” he reiterated. Farrin grabbed her shirt and drew it across her shoulders. “Hell, that’s sexier than being naked.”

“You wanted food, now I’ll tease you without mercy until you do me again.”

“I’ll take my punishment.” He laughed and went below, handing up food and drink to her and Lyle.

She had never felt so relaxed in her life.

Chapter Twenty-One

The respite from lunch drew long, and Van’s cock stirred with his thoughts of licking Farrin. He decided they had only a short time before he’d have to head the boat home. Farrin lay sunning herself on the back deck, her shirt covering her breasts. Van moved between her legs and began to tease her pussy. She let her legs fall wide to the side, giving him full access.

He began slow, just a casual lick. But as he continued, she began to moisten for him, her hips jutting upward. He slid one finger in her pussy, then a second. “Lyle, suck her tits, and then let her suck you.” He moved beside her and peeled the cloth from her chest, using his hands and mouth to savor her breasts.

“Guys, this is amazing,” she told them, her hand reaching to Van’s head, holding him lightly to her pussy. “Lyle, let me suck you,” she said, reaching to his cock and directing it to her lips. “Van, another finger, please.” He answered her request, slipping a third finger in her.

Watching her suck Lyle made his erection fuller, and he shifted his lower body so he could use the towel he lay on to rub his cock. He released her body, replacing his fingers with his cock. She groaned with approval and began the slow push-pull that would make them come. With only a slight change in position, he was able to reach Lyle’s cock. Van took one cursory glance around to make sure other boaters hadn’t joined them, not wanting an audience, but wanting the taste and texture of Lyle’s dick down his throat as he fucked her. “Lyle, come to me,” he said, knowing Lyle wouldn’t question him. Turning slightly, he was able to swallow Lyle’s hairless cock. Van’s cock would surge inside her each time he swallowed Lyle’s erection, her muscles grasping his inward push. Van didn’t know how long they stayed that way, only Farrin had been right. Both their cocks felt different.

“Farrin, you never cease to amaze me. Lyle, your cock is longer, I’d swear.”

“Yours felt bigger in my mouth, too. I’m afraid we’re gonna have to keep shaved, at least until the winter comes.”

“Worry about that later, guys. I’m so close to coming,” Farrin said, her voice a mere squeaking sound.

“Don’t want to disappoint the lady,” Lyle added. He pulled from Van’s lips and reached to her breasts, suckling as Van fucked her. He used his own hand to tug his cock, spilling his cum on her belly. She came with a loud sigh, relaxing onto the boat deck. Van pulled from her body, tore off the condom, and let his load spray her belly, too.

“What a sight,” she said, “my two men servicing me with their bare cocks and lips. What more could a girl ask for?”

“A nice, long afternoon nap.” Lyle lay back on the boat deck, absorbing sun onto his naked body.

“That will have to wait. We should head back before the sun sets.” Van groaned as he moved from his reclining position and located his trunks. He pulled them into place before standing.

Reluctantly, Lyle found his suit and pulled it up to cover his butt. He guided the anchor line up while Farrin disappeared in the cabin. They were underway when she returned, her bikini and sheer cover up in place, three cups of steaming coffee on the small tray she held.

“That smells wonderful,” Lyle accepted one of the mugs. She handed a second to Van who winked at her, took a tentative sip, and put the mug in the designated holder. He watched her carefully move forward, coming to rest, leaning on the front railing, giving him a view of her rounded buttocks, covered only with a small slip of white material.

“Quite a view,” Lyle moved to stand beside him.

“No arguments there.” He slowed the boat when they came into a populated area, sipping the coffee as he wove his way through the boating traffic. “I’m still wondering how we got so lucky?”

“Don’t question it too much. It might all unwind.”

“No, I don’t think so. I think I should give thanks for finding her. Now we need to make sure we keep her happy.”

* * * *

Van sat as patiently as he could, waiting for their turn to land. In the past, traveling never bothered him. That was because he wasn’t leaving anything behind. He found these last trips annoying and time consuming. When Farrin was beside him, he felt centered. It was inevitable he’d fall in love again. He hadn’t pictured it would be a woman like her. His first choice hadn’t been logical. They’d been chemical. He fell in lust easily, he admitted. But in the last years, he’d fallen out just as quickly. This wasn’t happening now. Instead, he couldn’t wait to get home to her.

He regarded her as a gift, one he never thought he’d be able to keep. It was just past her one-year anniversary of relocating to Miami and working with Lyle, which in turn led her to him. It bothered him that he cared about their future together. His long term was usually a few months. A year with the same woman was unheard of. The part that bothered him most was the pangs of jealousy he felt watching other men acknowledge her. While in his presence, she never regarded other men, unless it was business, and then she was competent and polite. He felt as if he were waiting for the other shoe to fall.

Lyle had been different lately, too. He was staying close to home more than usual. He’d given up all his extracurricular activities, focusing his attention on Farrin. Van knew the bond they shared wouldn’t be broken by an outsider. Lyle never dated beyond the three of them any longer. Patting the small box in his jacket pocket as reassurance, he felt instant relief hearing it was their turn to land.

He traveled light, not waiting for luggage. As he headed toward the taxi stands, he caught sight of Farrin waiting. She looked amazing, trim, tanned, and natural. But she was anxious, wringing her hands until she recognized him. Waving enthusiastically, he felt an instant rush of relief. She rushed toward him, capturing him in a hug. Her words were a jumble of whispers he couldn’t keep up with, only that she missed him kept repeating.