“A little hungry this morning?” I observed when Tyler returned to the table from his third trip to the buffet.
“Yeah,” he mumbled around a mouthful of scrambled eggs. “It’s the sea air.”
“We live on the ocean, dipshit,” I snorted. “Try again.”
“It’s not the same, Travis.”
“You’re starving because you were out all night, getting some solo action.”
“So what if I was?” he grumbled.
“Is this what we’re doing now?” I asked, glancing at Troy.
“I don’t know,” Tyler replied with a heavy sigh.
I hadn’t been with a woman since our wife passed away ten months before. And I knew Troy had been on the same celibate journey.
When Tyler confessed to fucking some girl in a bar bathroom a couple of months back, we weren’t sure what to think.
We shared a wife for twenty-five years. Kim grew up with three dads and one mother. She introduced us to the lifestyle.
Troy met Kim in his art class. They were partners for a nude painting project.
At the time, we were just three single nineteen-year-old brothers, partying and burying our cocks in random chicks. Solo. We’d never entertained the idea of a foursome.
Kim was two years older than us. And she was on the prowl for a harem.
We fell hard for our redheaded queen. I batted first, knocking her up with twins on my initial trip to the plate. Barney and Casey arrived nine months later.
We ended up with seven kids: six boys and one girl. After Stephanie was born, we called it quits and booked our vasectomies.
“Who is she?” Troy asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, reaching for the syrup. He drowned his pancakes until they were practically floating, before shoving a massive chunk into his mouth.
“You like her,” I declared.
“He’s a smitten kitten,” Troy agreed.
“No I’m not,” he snapped.
“You’ve got it bad,” I said.
“She’s too young. And she’s not looking for a harem.”
“Why is she on this cruise then?”
“She’s not somebody’s daughter, is she?” Troy asked.
“No!”
“If she’s not into the lifestyle, and she’s not part of a family, then why is she here?” I asked.
“Good morning, boys!” Vada called out, stopping next to our table while her friend continued toward the buffet. “Today’s gonna be awesome. I’ve heard this beach is amazing.
“And we’re the only ship in port, so we’ll have it all to ourselves!”
“What’s wrong with your friend?” Troy asked. “She’s limping.”
“She spent the night with some guy who was hung like a horse,” she revealed with a sly smirk.
“That’s very interesting,” I said, turning to check out the skinny girl with the wavy blonde bob. “She’s cute. What’s her name again?”
“Mandy.”
“Oh right,” I laughed. “Mandy. That’s the girl Barney was going on about. Apparently they got acquainted right after we boarded the ship. Is my son the one responsible for her sore lady parts?”
“I don’t think it was Barney,” Vada said in a sing-song voice as she walked away.
“Did you bang Vada’s friend?” Troy asked.
“Just drop it,” Tyler warned.
“No way,” I said. “How the fuck did you end up in bed with the girl Barney is after?”
“She’s not interested in Barney!” he barked. “And after she left the club last night, he found some other girl and left with her.
“So don’t give me a hard time about poor Barney. He was just looking to get laid, and when Mandy wouldn’t put out, he found another girl who would.”
“Something doesn’t add up,” Troy surmised, wrinkling his brow. “She turned down Barney, but then she slept with you. What are we missing here?”
“Mandy’s the girl from the underwear store.”
“The one you fucked in the bathroom?” I gasped.
“That’s correct.”
“How is that possible?”
“I have no fucking idea,” he sighed. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw her last night. What are the odds that the woman I picked up in a lingerie store would be Vada’s best friend?”
“She’s cute,” Troy said.
“Stop staring at her,” Tyler growled when I turned around to check out the leggy blonde.
Mandy had her back to us while they moved down the buffet line. She was tall and thin.
I couldn’t imagine that tiny girl in a foursome. But she could probably wrap those long sexy legs around her ears.
“She’s definitely fuckable,” I observed.
“I bet she’s flexible,” Troy added.
“I’m not sure that delicate doll could handle three cocks at the same time though,” I said.
“She’s not into that,” Tyler informed us.
“Then why did she come on this cruise?”
“It’s a long story. But she’s not looking for a harem.”
“How old is she?” Troy asked.
“Twenty-five.”
“Hmm,” I mused. “Same age as Vada, and we’re not that much older than her husbands.”
“She’s nothing like Kim,” Tyler shared. “Total opposites. Couldn’t be any more different. Body and personality.”
“Different is good,” I said.
“She has small tits.”
“Do you really think I’m that shallow?”
“You’re a breast man, Travis.”
“I enjoy all breasts, big and small.”
“She’s bisexual.”
“Oh, okay,” I laughed, snapping my fingers. “Now I’m starting to put the pieces together. She was Vada’s lover before she got together with the guys. Evan doesn’t like her.”
“So we’re doing this, then?” Troy inquired.
“Doing what?” Tyler asked.
“Courting young Mandy.”
“No.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because she’s not interested.”
“How do you know?”
“She told me.”
“I bet we can change her mind.”
“I said no,” he warned.
“I think Tyler wants her all for himself,” I whispered to Troy.
“Yep,” Troy agreed.
“No, I don’t,” he growled. “Drop it. Mandy is off-limits.”
“Fuck, that sand is hot,” I said, stepping onto the deck of our cabana. “Where did the boys go?”
“They met some girls,” Casey replied before tipping back his beer. “You won’t see them for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad they’re making friends.”
“I can’t believe Stephanie stayed on the ship,” Tyler sighed as he gazed out at the water. “This beach is gorgeous.”
“She doesn’t like the beach,” Troy said. “There’s nothing wrong with that. She’s with the Warners. They were going to play some board games and check out the library.”
“Are you sure she’s not your kid, Troy?” Casey joked.
“Positive,” he said. “We never messed around during baby-making time. Only one of us got to be with your mother.”
“TMI, Troy,” he grumbled.
“Why didn’t Barney get off the ship?” I asked.
“His date from last night is still in our cabin. I went back there to get some clothes this morning, and they were going at it like animals.”
“You spent the night with the boys?”
“Yeah.”
“Lucky you,” Troy chuckled.
“That’s not quite how I’d describe it,” he muttered.
I turned around at the sound of crushing aluminum. Tyler was staring down the beach, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as his face and neck turned scarlet.
The beer can in his hand was nothing more than a piece of mangled metal.
Tyler had a temper. He’d mellowed with age, and it didn’t get him into as much trouble as it did in our younger days, but he still had a short fuse.
My brother played professional football until he blew out his knee at twenty-six. He loved golf. He’d always dreamed of opening a golf course. But there were already so many in South Florida.
Kim was also an avid golfer. She came up with the idea of an exclusive course just for women.
Kimberley’s Links was a huge success. We owned roughly half of Pouma Island at that time, with only ten houses in the exclusive community.
The nine-hole course included gorgeous ocean views, pink golf carts, and a clubhouse that catered to women. Ladies visited from all over the world for the opportunity to golf without men.
“What’s the matter, Tyler?” I asked, following his gaze.
Mandy was stretched out on a lounge chair, her sexy body on display in a skimpy red bikini. And she wasn’t alone. Three young studs were chatting her up.
“Looks like Mandy found herself a harem,” I observed.
“They’re from Australia,” Casey said, joining us at the railing. “I met them last night. They’re bush firefighters. Seem like nice guys.”
“That’s fucking great,” Tyler grumbled.
“Isn’t that Vada’s friend?” Casey asked. “The one Barney was hitting on yesterday?”
“Yep,” I confirmed.
“Does Barney know you fucked her, Tyler?”
“How did you know that?” he snapped.
“I didn’t,” Casey chuckled, “until now.”
“Keep that to yourself, Casey,” I ordered.
“Relax, Dad,” he sighed. “I won’t say anything.”
“Thank you.”
“If you guys are ready to move on and find yourselves another wife, I have no issue with that. Mom wouldn’t want you to be alone.”
“Very true,” I said. “She would say, ‘Stop moping around, and get your asses out there and find some pussy.’”
“She absolutely would,” Troy agreed with a sad smile.
“I’m gonna go for a swim,” Casey announced, yanking his T-shirt over his head. “If you guys need any tips on how to get a twenty-five-year-old in bed, let me know.”
I shook my head as I watched my son stroll down to the shore. Casey was a good kid. He completed his master’s degree in physiotherapy and sports medicine, securing a job with the Miami Dolphins.
And he was content enjoying his single life. Neither he nor Barney were ready to settle down.
“There are a few older single ladies on the ship,” I said. “I think it might be time to get back out there.”
“How old are we talking?” Troy asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Our age.”
“No,” Tyler moaned. “I want Mandy.”
“You want her for yourself?” I asked.
“No. I want to share her with you guys. That’s what we do.”
“You already fucked her,” I pointed out, “twice.”
“Four times,” he clarified. “Once in the bar and three times last night.”
“Holy fuck,” I muttered. “No wonder the poor girl is limping.”
“I had sex with Kim before we became a foursome,” Troy said.
“That’s true,” I laughed. “And she didn’t get scared off by your micropenis.”
“I don’t have a small dick!”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“Piss off, Travis.”
“Make me.”
“Would you idiots cut it out?!” Tyler barked.
“She probably wants kids,” Troy said. “We’d have to be up front with her about our vasectomies.”
“Holy fuck, Troy,” I sighed. “Nobody said we were gonna marry this chick. We’ve never even met her. Tyler barely knows her.”
“I told her I had a vasectomy,” Tyler revealed.
“Why’d you do that?”
“So I could fuck her bare.”
“What if she has an STI?” Troy gasped.
“I’m the only guy she’s been with in a year.”
“Guy,” he said. “But girls carry diseases too. Who knows what pussies she’s been eating, and what mouths have been eating hers.”
“She was eating Vada’s pussy,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Vada is clean. You’ve met Evan?”
“Good point,” Troy conceded.
“She can’t have kids,” Tyler said quietly, his eyes still pinned on Mandy and the bush firefighters.
“She told you that?” I asked.
“Yes. She says doesn’t meet the requirements to be a harem wife.”
“That’s crazy,” Troy scoffed.
“Is it really? Most of these guys are looking to settle down and have a family.”
“There are lots of options,” Troy said. “Depends what her issue is. They can perform pretty amazing fertility miracles these days.”
“Unless they’re doing uterine transplants, I don’t think she’s giving birth to a child.”
“That’s rough,” I said. “What happened?”
“I don’t feel right sharing her story, Travis.”
“There’s surrogacy or adoption,” Troy suggested.
“I think we should throw our hat in the ring,” I announced. “Get to know Mandy, and maybe have a little fun with her, if she’s game. And we’ll see how things go.”
“And here comes the woman we need in our corner,” Tyler said when Vada approached our cabana, drinks in both hands and a devilish grin on her face.
“Good afternoon!” she called out, climbing the steps before flopping down in a lounge chair. “How did you guys score this?”
“We booked it long before the trip,” I explained.
“I can’t believe Evan didn’t book us one. He plans everything way in advance.”
“He’s never been on a cruise before,” Troy chuckled.
“But he researches everything.”
“Where are your husbands, anyway?” I asked.
“Evan and Garrett went on the horseback riding excursion, and Jake’s sleeping under our clamshell.”
“Why is he sleeping in the middle of the afternoon?” Tyler snorted.
“We were up late,” she revealed with a sly grin. “You’re not the only one who got lucky last night, Tyler Blakely.”
“I love how discreet you are, Vada,” he sighed.
“Yeah,” she laughed. “I’m not a great secret keeper.”
“We need your help with something,” I informed her.
“She’s not looking for a harem.”
“The best things in life usually come when you aren’t looking for them,” Troy said.
“You guys don’t even know her,” she sighed, shaking her head.
“Tyler does.”
“He does not!” she exclaimed. “He fucked her brains out. How much talking do you think they did?”
“He’s smitten,” Troy said. “Sometimes you just know. And if he’s fallen for her, I have no doubt we will as well. We’re triplets.”
“That doesn’t mean you’ll all fall for the same girl,” she snorted.
“We did before,” I said. “And we will again.”
“You guys are nuts,” she laughed before sucking back half of her drink in one swallow.
“Do you think there’s any chance she would be interested in a foursome?” Tyler asked.
“It’s a definite possibility. She’s never been with more than one guy at a time, but we used to have foursomes quite regularly with our girlfriends.”
“Interesting,” I said, tapping my chin with my index finger. “Is she into anything kinky? Any fetishes?”
“I’m not answering that. You’ll have to find out for yourself.”
“Fair enough.”
“Let’s do this,” Tyler declared.
“I second that,” Troy said.
“We are officially wooing Miss Mandy.” I paused with a chuckle. “Uh, what’s her last name?”
“Hale,” Vada provided.
“We are going to court Miss Mandy Hale.”
