Viscount Gerald Sykes was sitting at his desk, puffing on a malodorous cigar when his wife Lady Felicia Sykes burst into his office with a frown on her face. "Do you have to pollute the air with those things?” She asked.

He bent down and scratched the ears of a puppy lying at his feet, "See what I have to put up with Snuggles. Once you marry them, they can't help themselves. They want to rule every facet of your life. When you get married, pick an old fashioned bitch who doesn't want to try to control you."

"I'm delighted to see you too, my love. What brings you to my exalted office?"

"The smell of your cigar is making everyone nauseous. Please extinguish it, darling," she said, opening the window.

"Well, you wanted your office next to mine. You have to take the good with the bad. Now come, Deputy Minister of Innovation, and sit on the Minister's lap so he can enjoy your boobies as a consolation prize."

She climbed on my lap, undoing the two top buttons of her new style blouse and raising the hem of her short skirt, permitting me, her husband, full access to her charms.

"Now isn't this better than that stinking weed?" she asked while my roving fingers busied themselves with her charms.

"I really like these new style togs you're wearing, my dear. Much more convenient than bustles and petticoats and all that old fashioned folderol women used to wear."

"The battle is not yet won."

"What's the problem?"

"It's two-fold; Men don't want their wives to wear them. They don't mind if their paramours wear them but not their wives. They're afraid their wives might be too much of a temptation to other men. The second obstacle is her Majesty. She persists in wearing widows weeds, and women of so-called breeding strive to imitate her. Now stop that, or my pussey will leak all over your pants."

"I'm prepared to pay the price. Since you started to shave or whatever you do to it, I love the softness of your cleft."

"I don't shave it. I have a Nubian woman come once a week to depilate it for you."

"Just for me?"

"No, Molly too likes it better that way. She says that it permits her tongue to play more freely when we dally together."

"Speak of the devil, here she is now. Molly, does Felicia's pussey taste better when it is bald?"

"Gerald, I don't kiss and tell, though you are most welcome to join us in one of our trysts, as you well know. You have been working so hard you scarcely have time for us anymore."

"Well, darlings, what would you say if the three of us took a vacation together?"

"A vacation? Where?" Both women exclaimed in tandem.

"Bermuda!"

"How? Why?" blurted Felicia.

"HMS Kraken is going out for her sea trials. We have been invited to observe."

"That should be fun," gushed Molly.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with young Mr. Christian now, would it? You certainly seem to have caught each other's eye on our last visit."

"Well, he does have a certain allure, I must admit."

"He certainly does," agreed Felicia.

"What you too? Shame on you, wife of mine."

"Now, Gerald, don't be jealous. I share Molly with you."

"It must be the uniform. Well, this time, I will be able to compete."

"You will?"

"Yes. I will be splendiferous in my uniform as Commodore. Just imagine all the gold braid and buttons. In addition, of course, to my sword of office. Ready to repel boarders at all times."

"I thought you always carried your sword of office ready to skewer any unsuspecting maiden."

"Well, there is some truth to that vile canard. I am after all a weak man."

"Snuggles, are you ready to travel? You might meet a dusky corgi that strikes your fancy. Would you like that?"

His short stub of a tail windmilled around in joy. I swear that dog understood human talk.

"Get your valises ready, ladies we have a reservation on the dirigible at one o'clock."

I packed my satchel with the latest developments implemented to the Kraken, our new submersible dreadnought. New steam turbines, an improved snorkel system to vent any noxious gases from the interior, especially the modern electrical marvels developed. A totally electrical system to power the twin water propulsion jets was among the most fascinating. They would be noiseless and allow her to approach an enemy vessel with no warning.

When I got home, I was greeted by my two houris modelling their latest finery. Short skirts revealed the length of their thighs, translucent blouses displaying their scrumptious boobies, and other similar clothing items that they were modelling before stuffing them into their valises.

"Just sit there like a good boy, Gerald. We have a last item of clothing to show you."

They disappeared into the bed-chamber while I prepared a weak Scotch for myself. "Close your eyes, darling, and don't open them till we tell you to."

I reclined in my armchair and waited for the order. I heard the sound of feet scampering in, and finally, Felicia said, "You can look."

I opened my eyes, and my jaw dropped. Standing in front of me were two delectable samples of womanhood. They were wearing bottoms with high cut sides, and plain matching bandeaus clothed their breasts. They turned their backs to me, and two delicious asses were wagged in my direction.

"What in God's name are those?"

"Our new swimming apparel. We imported the designer from France and hope to put them on the market as soon as possible," Molly said.

"They certainly will cause a revolution at Brighton when they come out."

"Oh, we certainly hope so. What women wear to go swimming today is about as ridiculous an item that man has invented."

"And for you here is the male equivalent," she said, producing an item that consisted of less material than a handkerchief.

"You expect me to wear that?"

"Your choice, darling. Want to see us in these? That's what you wear."

Realising that I was in a losing strategic position, I decided that the better part of valour was to keep quiet.

Soon, the women were ready wearing light, diaphanous dresses that descended barely below the knee, displaying their lower legs magnificently, and revealing décolletages. Those, coupled with high heeled sandals, were enough to set me drooling.

oOo

We were quickly whisked to our departure point in my steam-powered phaeton arriving just in time to get our luggage loaded and scrambling on board before lifting off.

Comfortably ensconced in the luxurious salon of the dirigible, we surveyed the countryside below. I was wearing my senior service uniform and was the cynosure of all eyes. Likewise, Felicia and Molly were the cynosures of all the men present and the objects of indignation or admiration of the women, depending on whether the women were dressed in the old fashion or the new one.

Snuggles, for his part, looked disdainfully at the two bulldogs on the other side of the saloon. I believe he was contemplating the possibility of a corgi damsel he might run into on the trip.

"Gerald, would it not be wonderful to sail through the air like a bird?"

"Soon, Felicia, that might be possible. We are testing at this moment some military applications that are showing promise."

"I would love to be involved in that project," she said with her wheedling smile.

"Let's talk about it when we return. I think we are descending. We should arrive right on time."

oOo

When we arrived at the port, HMS Kraken was no longer moored at the pier but was anchored about 100 yards out in the middle of the bay.

A seamen party rushed to our steam-powered Phaeton and assumed the position of attention as we descended from the vehicle. A young midshipman brought the party to attention and saluted me. "Sir, I'm Midshipman Roberts. I will have the honour of escorting you and the Ladies to the Kraken. Please come this way. "

I returned the salute. "Carry on then, Mr. Roberts."

The welcoming party led the way to the side of the pier. Roughly ten feet below, we saw a garishly gilded Admiral's Barge. The seaman party clambered down the stone steps and sat at their oars while a boatswain mate unfurled a pennant on the rear staff.

"What's that, darling?" Jessica asked.

"That what, my dear, the Pirates of Penzance rowboat or the pennant?"

"Both."

"Well, the rowboat is called an Admiral's Barge as for the pennant it is to honour my august rank of Commodore as exemplified by this splendiferous uniform."

"Well, I agree with the splendiferous part, and I have every intention of removing it as soon as we have privacy. It makes me incredibly randy. But what is that mumbo jumbo about the flag?"

"Darling, after all, I am a Commodore. In essence, an Admiral without a ship to command."

"Well, excuse me, oh, Prince of the Sea, or almost. Shall I have to curtesy in front of you?"

"That would be a worthy spectacle as it would allow me to take in the sight of your lovely titties. It would also allow all the sailors here to delight in their beauty. You will notice that their eyes have not been off you and Molly since we got out of our vehicle."

"Now that you mention it, they are a handsome crew. Molly, have you seen so many virile legs before?"

"Felicia, I have been drooling at the legs and the unmistakable bulges they reveal at the crotch."

"You two will be the death of me," I said.

Oh, but what a way to die, Gerald," giggled Molly.

"Come, Molly, carry Snuggles down so we can get underway."

Once we were seated, the sailors with metronomic precision started their sweeps, albeit without taking their eyes of the ladies, which caused the boatswain to issue continuous course corrections as we zig-zagged to the Kraken.

The young Midshipman was pink-cheeked with embarrassment at their poor performance and heaved an audible sigh of relief as we accosted athwart the mighty submersible Dreadnaught.

We were escorted up a short gangplank at the top of which stood the admirable Mr. Christian, now decked out in an immaculate white Lieutenant's uniform. After the usual exchange of courtesies, where I requested permission to board and saluted the navy ensign, he led us to the stateroom set aside for our use.

The way Molly clung to his arm while making sure her breast rubbed against him was almost comical. I think if she could have performed a nautch dance for him on the spot, she would have.

I turned to Felicia, and my eyes were blessed by the sight of her in her new delightful lingerie. Wearing a pink bandeau in the modern style which barely covered the bottom half of her bubbies and a diminutive pair of panties which again barely concealed her pretties, she stood there summoning me with her fingers to join her.

In a trice, I was out of my dress uniform and threw her on the bed. I parted her thighs after removing her panties, I started kissing and licking my way up her inner thigh. Her feminine aroma assailed my nostrils as I approached her pussey.

To her accompanying moans, I let the flat of my tongue lap at her fragrant slit and was rewarded with her sweet juices. Her hip arched upward, attempting to have me put more of my probing tongue into her petals, which were opening up before me like a delicate flower.

While she writhed in ecstasy, I introduced two fingers deep in her cunny and found her spot of delight while my mouth found her nubbin, which was now peeping from its hood. The result was cataclysmic, and her writhing almost threw me off the bed when she climaxed, flooding my fingers and face with her juices. 

I raised myself and cuddled her in my arms as she attempted to regain her poise after the earthquake she had just been subjected to. "Darling, each time is better than the last. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel your strength and your warmth, please possess me."

I positioned myself between her thighs anew and rubbed my cock against her wet pussey. Bringing my cock head to her opening, I started to penetrate her delightful grotto when a klaxon blared right above our heads. 'Proud willy' instantaneously became 'limp willy.'

"What the hell is that?" I stammered in shock.

When a voice boomed out of a tannoy.

"All hands on deck! All hands on deck in dress whites. Commodore Sykes, please join the Captain at the conning tower."

My naval training overcame my navel desire, and I scrambled out of bed and into my uniform, despite the groan from Felicia.

When I emerged on the conning tower, it was to the sight of the officers and crew lined up on the vessel's deck.

"What's happening, Captain? I enquired.

He shrugged his shoulders and indicated that I should look at the pier. He handed me his binoculars and directing my gaze over the water, I could see a squadron of mounted cavalry in full dress escorting a carriage to the pier.

Three people descended from the carriage and took place in the Admiral's Barge while I watched the Royal Standard being unfurled at its stern. I turned to look at the Captain incredulously, and he returned my look equally baffled.

Felicia joined us and asked, "What's happening, darling?"

I handed her the binoculars, and she focused on the approaching barge. "No! It can't be. That looks like grandaunt Victoria looked thirty years ago."

The Captain was gazing at a signalman on the dock who was frantically waving his flags. "Damn," he bellowed, "Mr. Christian. Where is that boy?"

The slightly dishevelled Lieutenant appeared with Molly. "Here, Captain."

"Where were you? Well, we can discuss that later. Break out the Royal standard and prepare to take command of the deck party to receive the Royal party. I think it is Her Majesty."

"Aye aye, Captain," he said, dashing off.

I glanced at an equally dishevelled Molly and smirked. "Well, did you have fun?"

She gave me a coy smile before answering. "I just so love men in uniform. I think you are most attractive in yours and that Christian is quite a dish. Look at those sailors all lined up in their white shorts and knee-high socks. Don't they look scrumptious, Felicia?"

"I'll admit it gets a woman's blood heated up, my dear," answered my darling wife.

"What, you too?" I questioned.

"Don't get jealous. I love it when you wear yours and have a hard time keeping my hands off your magnificent sword, so I understand Molly's reaction."

"Come, Commodore, and let's go see what this is all about," ordered the Captain.

The barge had arrived, and Mr. Christian received the party, which was made up of a handsome woman who had a distinct resemblance to a much younger Queen Victoria. She was wearing a lightweight summer dress that revealed a considerable leg length as she climbed up on to the deck.

No sooner had she stepped on deck, Mr. Christian saluted and then barked a command, and the Royal Anthem blasted out, and all the men on deck came to rigid attention.

She was followed by two men, the first wearing a kilt and the second in Indian garb. The Indian garbed person was carrying two corgis in his arm. Out of nowhere, Snuggles appeared and waving his stump of a tail in excitement.

We joined the party, and the lady looked at me and said, "Is he housetrained?"

"Absolutely, Your Majesty." Indeed it was Victoria. A new youthful Victoria. No longer in widow weeds and looking younger than I had ever seen her.

"Is he yours?"

"Yes."

"I presume then, he is a scalawag just as you are."

"Awe, Grandma, I am now a respectable married man."

"Married, I know, respectable, I doubt. I see you, Felicia, get that grin off your face. I've known your husband far longer than you have."

"Captain, I'm The Queen, and I will be sailing with you to Bermuda."

"But, Your Majesty, my orders make no mention of you sailing with us."

"They don't?"

"No, they don't, Your Highness."

"Well, consider your orders herby amended."

"I can't do that."

"Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"Your Majesty, I need to have permission to allow you to sail with us."

"Let me tell you, Captain, how things work. What branch of the service are you in?"

"Uhh... The Royal Navy, Ma'am."

"Note well the term Royal. Now, what is the name of this vessel?"

"The HMS Kraken."

"Good note, its name is Her Majesty's Ship Kraken. So whose ship is it?"

"Your ship. But…"

"Now look here and listen carefully, I presume you, like all good sailors, want to be an Admiral?"

"Of course."

"Well, here are your choices, you will comply with my wishes, or I assure you your next command will be a fleet of rowboats on the Thames. Am I clear?"

The Captain visibly blushing, said, "Your Majesty, your slightest wish is my command."

"Good now, please have us escorted to our staterooms and get underway before anyone notices our departure."

"Mr. Christian," ordered the Captain, "Please escort her Majesty to her stateroom."

"We'll take staterooms three and four as I presume you have placed the Commodore in number one and two."

"Your Majesty seems to be au fait with the ship."

"Yes, I am—every last nook and cranny. I approved the design. Now, what is your name, young man?"

"I am Lieutenant Baron Christian Spencer, Your Majesty."

"So John Spencer is your father?'

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I can see the resemblance now. Your father was a handsome man. And the young lady who is attached to your arm is?"

"Molly, Your Majesty, I'm Lord Sykes, personal assistant at the Ministry of Innovation."

"And he brings you along with him when he travels, does he?"

Molly blushed, betraying our secret.

"Don't worry about it, child. As long as Lady Felicia is agreeable, I have nothing to say. Today's world is a new one, and values are bound to change. They certainly have for me."

We had arrived at our staterooms, and Victoria swept in and beckoned to all of us to enter.

"Well, I presume you have unanswered questions?"

"Yes, we do," I said.

"All of you sit down. What I say will remain strictly under the veil of secrecy, or you will incur my displeasure. Is that understood?"

We all nodded meekly at this very different woman from the one I had known.

"First, let me introduce John Brown, now Sir John Brown, my master of the bed-chamber, and this is my faithful valet Mohammed Abdul Karim.

"Since my husband died, I became bitter and angry. John here has taught me that you are never too old to find happiness, and he and I are now lovers. Mohammed also has been known to afford me pleasure when I require it."

"Grandma!" I blurted out. "How did that take place?"

"Don't give me that sanctimonious look. After your escapades and those of my son Bertie over the years, I'm entitled. John was my faithful and non-sexual companion. I discovered he could make me laugh and look at life differently. One day jokingly, I asked him, John, what does a Scotsman wear under his kilt? He answered, 'Majesty, I can't tell you that.' I ordered him to show me. When I saw what I saw, I said, 'That's gruesome!' His answer clinched it, he said, 'Aye, lass and it just grew some more.'

"That night, we slept together, and the rest is history. Secret history, do you understand."

I looked at Felicia and Molly, who were struggling to not burst out laughing.

Felicia was the first one to break the silence. "Aunt, you are so changed. How did you do it?"

"From what I understand, thanks to you."

"Me? What do I have to do with it?"

"A lot! You have as Assistant Minister of Innovation created a whole new clothing industry. This is revolutionizing how women see themselves, starting with me. You have no idea, my child, what for a start your undergarment innovations have changed for women. Getting rid of corsets alone has changed the way women see themselves. And that also goes for the unmentionables that go with them. Then your practical improvements for the home such as automatic feed for coal stoves where women no longer have to hand-feed the stoves and all of the other projects you are working on. Your new dress lines alone save a woman about one hour a day undressing and dressing, not to mention how more alluring they look. Now, as to your health and beauty improvements…"

"Oh, I can't claim credit for those," interjected Felicia.

"Then, who?"

"That's Molly's area, Aunt."

"This Molly?"

"Yes. She has been working with leading health and medical authorities to come up with those miracle substances."

"So, Molly, how did that come about?"

"Steam, Your Majesty, The substances were always there but could not be extracted and purified in the past. Using steam, we can extract several times the quantities we used to in the past and distil the medical or effective ingredients."

"Who came up with that idea?"

It came to me as I was shown around this vessel by Mr. Christian. I saw how the power of stem was used to compress both air and water. This brought to mind my mother doing the same with a mortar and pestle. From there, it was evident to me as to how to put it to use."

"You had time to do that while avoiding the roaming hands of that scamp?"

"Your Majesty!" Molly said, turning crimson.

"Don't Your Majesty me, young lady. I have eyes and a tremendous amount of observation skills. Your products have permitted me to find my looks and my health. They have contributed to making me look thirty years younger, much to my delight, and of course, they have delighted Sir John.

"Now, as to you, Baron Christian, are your intentions towards this young lady honourable?"

A blushing Lieutenant Christian said, "Your Highness, I would be more than ready to contemplate the prospect if I could obtain my father's permission."

On hearing those words, Molly squealed with delight and almost swooned.

"Well, that should not be a problem," Victoria said. "I will personally write to the old fuddy-duddy announcing your pending nuptials to Lady Molly.

At that point, Molly passed out, and Christian rushed to her and took her in his arms.

The Queen smiled and said," Take her to her room, Lieutenant, AND let her recover, first."

Blushing, Mr. Christian complied with her command.

The Queen then turned to us. "Remarkable young woman. If my senses are not misleading me, you grandson, are still rogering her regularly, aren't you?"

I stood there, tongue-tied. Felicia came to my rescue. "Yes, he is, aunt, and with my blessings, as she and I are also enjoying a sapphic relationship."

"Oh, really. How are you going to cope with her future husband? Perhaps a ménage a quatre? How interesting. I urge you to be discrete. We have come a long way; however, I am not sure we are there yet. Now despite my looks, I am still an old lady, and I need my rest. I again advise you that what happens on the Kraken stays on the Kraken. Now go."

oOo

Back in our stateroom, I looked at my lovely wife. "So, you intend to cuckold me with that young man?"

"Why not? You do the same to me with Molly. What's good for the goose is good for the gander and vice versa. Do you have objections?"

"Well, you caught me by surprise. I had not thought it out when you told Victoria. On giving it some thought, I can see we could have many pleasurable encounters."

"Darling, I'm almost cumming from the thought of having two men possess me at the same time. I understand from Molly that he is well endowed and though inexperienced very eager to please."

"Well, now that we have established that I am agreeable to the prospect, I will have to punish you."

"But why?"

"For not having had the courtesy of discussing it with me first. Now off with those clothes and get on my lap with your arse ready to be chastised."

"You silken tongued charmer," she giggled, discarding dress bandeau and underwear at lightning speed and almost launching herself on my lap in her excitement.

I looked down at her pert arse and lovingly rounded ass cheeks. Slowly I caressed her globes to her obvious delight as evidenced by how she was wriggling on my lap. I ran a finger down her ass crack, pausing to tickle her rosebud, which made her squeal with delight.

"Gerald, I am so sensitive at that spot."

"What spot?"

"There."

"There where?"

"My arsehole, louse."

"I love it when you talk dirty, my love."

"Where else are you sensitive, my darling slutty wife."

"You know."

"Tell me."

"My pussey loves your fingers too."

"Your what? Call it like a dirty girl would."

"My cunt, bastard. Are you intent on driving me crazy?"

"Yes," I answered, starting to frig her cunt. She mewled with delight as I manualised her sopping wet hole. It took all my self-restraint to not just pick her up and throw her on the bed and ravish her.

"Gerald, please spank me. I want you to redden my arse then to make love to me. I am so horny."

"Your slightest wish is my command wife of mine," I said, landing a resounding swat to her butt cheek. Spank after spank landed on alternate cheeks, which wobbled delightfully on each blow. After about twelve spanks, I felt her juice dripping across my lap. Her arse was a delightful shade of pink.

I stood and cradling her body, I carried her to our bed. As I was divesting myself of my uniform, the door burst open, and Molly and Christian stood there frozen.

"Sorry, Commodore, stammered Christian," starting to back out and dragging a resisting Molly with him.

"Back in here, you young pup, and close the door behind you," I barked.

He returned, and it was apparent he didn't know where to look. Felicia was splayed out on the bed in all her glory. He decided looking at the floor was the most prudent course of action.

"Sit you two. Molly, does he know about you and Felicia?"

"Not yet, Gerald."

"May I tell him?"

"If you deem it prudent," she said with a worried look.

"Fine. Christian, May I call you Christian?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, Christian, when we are in private, you may call me Gerald. It seems that you will be part of the family henceforth. As part of the family, you have to know that I consider your wife to be a daughter to me. However, not only as a daughter but also as a lover. Felicia also considers her the same way."

"You mean…?"

"Yes, I mean. Molly is Felicia's lover as well as mine. Now, look at Felicia. Yes, look at her."

Felicia adopted a most voluptuous pose before his incredulous eyes.

"So, tell me what your thoughts are? And yes you can rearrange your member which is straining those shorts. Do you find Felicia attractive?"

"Assuredly so, Si… Gerald."

"Would you like to be able to have a romp with her when you wish?"

"You would permit that?"

"Yes, as long as Molly and I are also present. I'm proposing that we would share our wives. That is if Molly is on board with this proposal."

He looked at Molly as if seeking her opinion. She looked at him and nodded her head in agreement.

"I accept those conditions. I would be a fool not to. I would have access to the two most beautiful women in the realm. Yes, Gerald, I accept."

"Good as I would have hated to not be able to pleasure Molly in the future. Now one caveat should word ever get out of this arrangement to the public; you will suffer the same fate as the one the Queen threatened the Captain. If you fulfil your part of the bargain, I can tell you that a second submersible dreadnaught will be built, and my crystal ball tells me a Captain Christian will be at the helm. Am I clear?"

"Yes, Gerald."

"Good. Now get out of those clothes and go seal the bargain by getting closely acquainted with Felicia. She is panting at the bit to get to know you intimately."

In a trice, the four of us were naked on the bed. Molly cuddled with me and gave me a passionate kiss.

"Gerald, thank you," she said, "that was brilliant. I did not want to lose you or Felicia."

"Neither did I, sweetheart. Note, however, it is Felicia who planted the thought in my mind."

"I know that, Daddy. We had discussed it as a possibility."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, you mentioned it previously. May I be your nubile daughter?"

"You may. I will be honoured and privileged to make frequent love to my sweet young daughter."

Our attention was attracted by the loud moans emanating from my wife. We rolled over, and Christian was enthusiastically gamahuching Felicia's quim. She glanced at us, and her eyes gleamed with lust as Christian's tongue lapped the copious juices gushing from her pussey.

Felicia stopped moaning and looking at me, pleading, "Both of you, please, darling."

I tapped Christian on the shoulder to get his attention. "Christian, Felicia has a special request, which will give us all a lot of pleasure. Get out of there and lie down on your back. Now Felicia, face Christian and have him impale your quim."

Felicia's eyes gleamed as she straddled Christian. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she inserted it right into her quim. She moaned with pleasure as she felt him slide into her depths.

I then instructed Molly to place herself so that Felicia could tongue her pussey while being fucked.

"Now, Christian, look at your future wife's pretty ass. I plan for you to be in it soon, so do your duty, rim that pretty pink rear hole and get it ready." If he complied, it would signify that he was as much of a libertine as we were. He did not disappoint as Molly squealed with delight as his tongue rimmed her pucker. A louder squeal proved that he had actually penetrated her.

I got behind Felicia's spread thighs and parted her ass cheeks, revealing her tight rear orifice. I reached down and collected some of her juices oozing from her pussey and used them to lubricate her rear entrance.

Bringing my staff to bear, I slowly put pressure against her pucker. She groaned and pushed back against me, and I popped right in. The feeling of how tight she was with both her holes filled was delectable. I could feel Christian's cock through the thin membrane separating us.

Felicia dropped her head and began savouring Molly. This raised her arse higher, and I started thrusting in with slow, measured strokes. Soon Christian and I built a rhythm with him thrusting forward each time I pulled back. I could feel his cock rubbing against mine, and the effect was soon making me throb.

The moans from Felicia and Molly filled the stateroom and had a decidedly erotic effect on us. I snaked my hand under Felicia's belly to find her clit. Tugging it and teasing it had her shaking in anticipated pleasure.

"I'm going to cum," she yelled.

On hearing this, both Christian and I erupted in our respective holes. I could feel my emission completely flood her to the point that it was gushing out and bathing my cock and Christian's balls.

I slowly withdrew, and Felicia slumped on her side on the bed. She lay there panting and with a beatific smile on her face.

"Thank you, my two wonderful lovers. Molly, that was an amazing experience. I want you to experience it also."

"Gladly, Felicia, however, our two gallants seem to be rather limp right now."

"I know how to remedy that. Come over and use your sweet mouth on Christian's magnificent cock. He will be ready to resume the fray in a trice. I will get Gerald ready for you."

She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to hover over my cock. Wrapping her small hand around it, she gently stroked it till it started to come back to life. As soon as it began to perk up, she brought her tongue to bear swirling it around the head and teasing my frenulum as my foreskin revealed my bulbous head. My whole shaft was soon engulfed in her mouth while she massaged my testicles. She managed to take me to the root while her tongue lapped at my balls. I felt my testicles contract.

Just as I was about to tell her I was ready to cum, Molly announced, "This one is ready!"

Felicia released me and pushed me on my back. "Climb on board, Molly," she ordered.

No sooner said than done, I was snuggled tightly in Molly's tight warm quim. Molly was always very tight, but when Christian mounted her arse, she tightened even more. Felicia took her position to be lapped by Molly. Just over my face was Felicia's arse, still delightfully pink from the spanking she had received.

I parted her cheeks and proceeded to rim and probe her now partly gaped arse hole. As I did, I felt Christian start to thrust in and out of Molly. Taking my cue, I picked up the rhythm, and I could feel Molly's delight as she milked my cock. From my position, sounds were muffled; however, I could discern the moans of both women.

Suddenly Christian's cock started throbbing against mine. It was enough to set me off, and I erupted in a steady stream of cum into Molly's clenching pussey.

I was eventually released from my captive position at the bottom of the pile to find my fellow participants sprawled across the bed. Soon I was asleep in a state of deep contentment.

oOo

Supper that night at the Captain's table was a festive affair. Her Majesty sat there with the smile of contentment that could only be found on the face of a sexually well-satisfied woman. As I looked at her, I wondered whether she was being satisfied by one or two men. Both Sir John and Mohamed were handsome and vigorous men.

"Get that quizzical look off your face, grandson. It's both."

"You read minds now?" I asked.

"Yes, I do when it comes to you. I have known you since you were still in swaddling clothes."

I stood up and raised my glass, "Ladies and gentlemen, a toast. The Queen! May she have all the joy she deserves in this world."

To murmurs of 'Hear, hear' from all attending, I quaffed a flute of champagne.

After supper, we assembled in a small salon. "Gerald, that was a very nice toast you offered, thank you."

"My pleasure, grandma."

"You may impart the information I shared with you with to the other three when I leave. However, I now must caution you. I believe the four of you have come to a new understanding. I deduce this from the sounds coming from your stateroom earlier this afternoon. It either was a new understanding between yourselves or a herd of pachyderms on the rampage.

"We are entering into a very different age; however, we are not quite there yet. It is imperative that no hint of scandal gets out. I already have my hands full with Bertie and his scandals. Thank God he is now married, maybe he will settle down."

My reaction and how I tried to hide the smile that threatened to burst out brought a glare from her.

"You don't think so, do you?"

"Grandma, Bertie is Bertie. Maybe if you had married him to a different woman, he would have settled down."

"No, Your Majesty, that dour Norwegian princess will not do it."

"Hmm… well, maybe I will send him to India for a while to sow his wild oats away from inquisitive eyes. It's past my bedtime. I wish you all a great night and try to behave. I need to get my beauty rest."

As I had come to think of them, the Royal trio went out, and we returned to our staterooms.

oOo

I was always amazed at how silent the vessel was. In contrast to surface vessels, we glided silently through the depths. The Queen dragooned me to bring her to each nook and cranny of the ship. Her curiosity was unquenchable. She reminded me of the tales I had heard about her in her youth.

We went from one end of the vessel to the other, together with her bombarding me with questions. I had to explain how the steam turbines propelled the pulses of water that provided the power to the vessel. How air was pumped down and compressed by steam power gave us a breathable atmosphere while we were underway and how the noxious fumes from our exhalation and from the process of heating the water into steam by electro voltaic cells were expelled by snorkels reaching to the surface.

It just went on and on. The only time she paced down was when we sat in the command centre, and she looked out from the panes of the armoured glass at the sea life passing by. On those occasions, I could hear her murmur, Oh Albert, if you could have seen this."

At the speed we were cruising, we reached Bermuda after six days. The Queen commanded the Captain that no announcement of her presence was to be made. She did not want to deal with the Governor-General or be subjected to luncheon speeches and all the ceremony which a Royal visit would entail.

She asked us what our plans were. When we told her we planned to go to a secluded area and enjoy the beach and the water, she implored us to take her with us.

We arranged for a motor launch to embark on the far side of the ship away from anyone's sight. We boarded the launch and sailed to an area named Turtle Beach. We disembarked on a totally secluded beach. The launch crew offloaded hampers of food and drink and parasols to protect us from the sun.

The women went into the rocks to change into bathing apparel. They had converted bandeaus and underwear to form a bathing costume. When they reappeared, they were a sight to behold. They were absolutely delightful. Victoria looked at them wistfully.

"Come with me, aunt," urged Felicia.

They reappeared about ten minutes later, with Victoria sporting the same type of apparel. We men were treated to the sight of a semi-nude monarch. A view few had ever seen. I whistled in appreciation, and she glared at me. "Please show respect for your elders, young man."

Sir John Brown smiled at me. "Nae bad for an old broad," he said in his broad accent.

"Amazing. I would not have believed it had I not seen it." She was short with delicious curves, and the sag which she had carried at stomach and bubbies had disappeared.

The men divested themselves down to our underwear, and we all raced down to the water. Much to my surprise, we all knew how to swim, including the Queen. We frolicked in the water with Victoria taking great delight, splashing unsuspecting victims.

I introduced the party to masks and snorkels, and we spent the rest of the morning sightseeing and gawking at the colourful fish swimming beneath us.

Finally, sated by the sights, we returned to shore, where we consumed the sandwiches and other dainties that we had brought with us. The whole washed down with liberal quantities of lemonade.

Felicia came up to me and cuddling close whispered in my ear, "Darling, these garments are cold and clammy. Would you give me permission to take them off?"

"Here in public?"

"Yes. I think that I have nothing to hide from anyone here."

"What about her?"

"She must be just as uncomfortable as I am. In the mood she's in, she might just join me. I'm sure Molly will."

"Well, go ahead and let's see what happens."

With that, Felicia removed both parts of her costume. Victoria's eyes went wide. When Molly followed suit, Victoria smiled and promptly removed hers.

She smiled and looked me in the eye and said, "Gentlemen, you are overdressed."

I looked at Sir John and at Mohammed and shrugged then proceeded to strip naked. Both those worthies did the same. I smiled as I saw their swords of honour. Victoria was blessed with a surfeit of abundance.

Soon the Ladies were lying stretched out on towels in the sun. I had one of the newfangled inventions developed by a company called Kodak in the United States. I surreptitiously snapped a couple of pictures.

Those pictures show three delicious bums. If I ever fall on bad times, those pictures could make me wealthy. After all, how many have a picture of an exposed Royal arse?

We truly live in a new world, and the future looks bright as humanity rids itself of prejudice, women begin to get emancipated, and wars seem to be a thing of the past.

As for me, I am blessed beyond any dreams I might have had.