Peachy in shape, dimpled on the hips edges, I was in awe."You not working tonight love? You should get yourself out and have some fun too" she said as... she caught me staring at her arse, then smirked. Off she clicked down then drive and into her soft top VW she drove off.This night in question, my folks were out and had taken my two siblings to one of my Dad's works events, where they would be out all night, hotel accommodation taken care of. I had the house to myself and i actually preferred it. We all left our cars inside the garage and took a mini-bus to the pier to board the yacht. They would be a temptation for pilferers looking to score knowing the owners would be away for quite some time on a seafaring cruise.As it turned out our two man crew turned out to be a husband and wife team that were both nautically qualified to take us into almost any situation on the high seas with lifetimes of experience in meeting all challenges at sea. Their names were Mr. and Mrs. Smythe-Jones and. Angela had caught me making out with her old girlfriend Jean at our favorite lesbian bar. I thought Angela would be working until ten, but she got off early to be with me and here I was making out with another woman in the back corner of the bar. I deserved everything I got last night and we both knew it. Jean and I were both startled when Angela came up to us smacked me in the face hard, and said “come with me bitch, you’re going to pay for this”. I knew Jean and Angela were old friends and. Chelsea truly is a drunken slut. She works everyday, comes home or goes out, gets drunk and fucks all night then does it all over again.I'm Chris, Robert's best friend; we have been for years. Robert has been telling me how Chelsea who is actually pretty hot, five foot eight, nice tits, great ass, is always trying to get him to set up a threesome with one of his friends. I being his best friend of course got the call. He told me what a great fuck she was and was always ready to go if she was.