Background (This is a continuation of the story, thought I’d lead off with a brief background, for those who haven’t read part 1 yet):

I’m Meg… Paul and I have been enjoying our Lifestyle for a couple of years now. Ed is a member of our group, with his help and support, I found employment and now work for Ed as an account executive, managing a customer that’s very import to the firm. My new career is giving me the personal challenge I needed, and more personal satisfaction than I ever imagined.

On the business side, I’ve a great working relationship with the a new customer. On the personal side, an amazing and growing relationship with new friends and lovers.

On our first business trip, we met: Neil is the owner of the company and is his wife Sophie, a black couple, and Glenn, the company’s controller, and Amy, his wife. Neil is a tall muscular man, Sophie is a little larger boned than I, has a nice, and well portioned body. Glenn and Amy are will tanned, with athletic bodies, Glenn is roughly Ed’s height and a bit thinner, and Amy is my size.

Paul was invited on my second trip. When we arrived in Key West, we met Ron, Neil’s brother, and Shyla, Sophie’s sister. Interestingly enough, Ron and Shyla are married.

We’re currently partying aboard Neil’s yacht, anchored in a secluded harbor.

Part 2 – Starts just before Dinner Time:

We (girls) decide to freshen up before dinner. We knew we were the guy’s special bed time treat, and wanted to look good enough to eat. We’d each gotten old fashion style jean short shorts, and tops. Tops showed a lot of cleavage, shorts fit skin tight, showing every butt curve, with more than enough cheek showing. We were sure the guys would like our Daisy Duke outfits. For good measure, when we got back to the lounge, we serves a fresh round of drinks to the guys, bending over in front of our man, lingering, giving them a view of unrestrained breasts. Paul seized the opportunity, putting his hands on my breasts, giving them one of his love squeezes.

We sat down for dinner, what a perfect setting, on a yacht, in quiet secluded harbor, watching a beautiful sunset, with 3 other couples. We ate, talked about everything and nothing, I the back of our minds, I’m sure we were all ready to get into game mode and each other.

Amy, Shyla, Sophie, and I had talked about tonight’s pairing, during the day. Last night’s game was fun and everyone enjoyed the get acquainted strip your partner dance. The down side was the selection part of the game, it was a little to drawn out. We agreed it would be lady’s choice tonight. The not knowing who we’d be paired with for the night, added a touch of excitement to the evening, so we kept that part. To establish who chooses first, second, and so on, we agreed at about 9pm, we’d draw numbers and revile our number, once we’ve all picked . The only rule is we can’t choose our husband. Swapping partners is allowed, as long as the swappie’s all agreed. As long as we were at it, we agreed the last night was Deal night. I told them Ron and I already had a ‘deal’, the others need to make their own deals. Shyla was the first to protest, she tried to act serious, and I thought she was, ‘til her smile gave her away.

After dinner, another round of drinks, more talk, and it was time for lady’s choice to begin. Paul picked up the bowl, mixed up the numbers. Amy, Shyla, Sophie, and I drew numbers as Paul bought the bowl around. Shyla drew number 1, Amy 2, Sophie 4. Third, I really wanted 1 or 2. Shyla picked Paul. Amy picked Neil, I picked Ron, thinking Ron was my only option for a swap so I’d end up with Neil. We all laughed when Sophie and Glenn made a big deal out of being selected by Sophie. Before anyone else had time to think about it, I grabbed Ron and pulled him over to where Neil and Amy were standing. I asked Amy if she’s swap Neil for Ron. Well… You’d think I asked for the moon… After going back and forth several times, this and that’s, she finally agreed to the swap.

None of us rushed off to our rooms. No sooner did I telling myself, there was no urgency to having sex, then Neil stands and takes my hand, it was clear to me and everyone, our time to disappear was now. I could see the disappointment in Neil’s eyes last night when Ron drew my name, tonight I just see lust in those same eyes.

Alone, together, in Neil’s stateroom. Neil wraps his arms around me and holds me close, followed by a soft kiss. He pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes and whispers “Lets make the most our time”.

Neil’s leads me over to a love sit, and sits down. As I’m getting on this lap, facing him, I doing my best temptress routine, flashing cleavage and grinding my pussy into his crotch. Before he had a chance to kiss me again, I lifted his shirt up and off and he removed my blouse. I like the feel of my nipples rubbing against a man’s bare chest as we embrace. A kiss, than another, than another… Enough with the foreplay, I’m hot, and want to get hotter..

I stand, at my prompt Neil picks his butt up, off the love seat. His shorts slide off easily, reviling Neil’s erect shaft, all 12 inches.

I unbutton the top of my shorts, turn so he can watch my butt wiggling as I’m sliding the shorts down, exposing my tan ass cheeks. As I push the shorts down, I’m bending over, all in one smooth motion. I hear Neil
sigh softly as my pussy peeked through, between my legs.

Before Neil gets any other thoughts, I turned around and got back on his lap, positioning my shelf so my
pussy lips would spread, as I rub them up and down his hard, long cock.