Chapter Fifty-Two - The Life Changing Proposal at Sea

We had a few hours until dinner, after our ride on the JetCycles, so Marie and I decided to fill up the whirlpool tub to play in. We got in a nice soixante-neuf position, with her sucking my cock, while I ate out her sweet pussy and ass. The way she squirmed and writhed turned me on incredibly, because she was so responsive and just a little petite fuck puppet of a young woman. I know my cock isn't the largest, in fact the smallest of all of them around, but Marie wanted to fuck me, and I wanted her, too.

Marie sat on my cock, rocking herself to rub her smooth pussy lips and clit against my crotch, while kissing me passionately. After about ten minutes, she lifted herself off my cock, moved slightly forward, so I could slide up into her ass, which felt so wonderfully snug around me. I squeezed her cute little tits, while we continued to kiss, and she did a rotating grind with her butt onto my stiff rod, whipping it around her velvety insides. Marie really knew how to please, and I could feel that she was going to make me cum from stimulating my cock, which I wasn't used to by fucking.

I felt my legs tighten up, Marie sensed it, and she fucked me extra fast and hard, making me spurt up inside of her, my body jerking as I came. She began to cum with me, which only made it better, her ass pulsing around my cock as I felt another wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over me. That felt so incredible, that she and I made out, frantically kissing each other, full of lust, then we relaxed into our afterglow. Marie collapsed onto my chest, pressing her boobs into them, making little movements with her hips, with my cock still inside her butt. I told Marie I loved her, and I meant it.

She was so sweet, and I felt I had to share the exciting news about Celeste and Antoine, telling her she had to promise not to say a word about it. Marie said she promised, so I proceeded to share the news about Antoine planning on proposing to Celeste at dinner. Marie's face lit up, so excited to hear this, that she kissed me again, and did a little happy dance with her ass on my cock. I figured we may want to take a shower and drain the tub, because I knew there was come of my cum in there, along with whatever she squirted, and I wanted to be cleaned before the big announcement.

We got into the shower, caressing and making out some more, I grabbed a container of lube from outside the shower and brought it in with us. I used some on my hand, so I could try fisting Marie, so she did the same on her hand, to follow suit with me. It wasn't long before we were embraced, with our hands up each other's asses to our wrists, and having even more fun that in the tub. I was feeling she was like a combination of Bernice and the sweeter side of Darla, all wrapped up in a small package.

Marshall came into the stateroom, heard us in the shower, and entered that ensuite bathroom we were in. I looked over and watched his cock rise to full mast, ready to join us. Marie looked over, saw him, then looked down at Marshall's cock, so I told Marshall it looked like Marie needed a good fucking. Marshall said then we ought to help the little lady, but told me to keep my hand up her ass. I got down on my knees, as Marshall picked up Marie easily, so she had her legs on either side of his body in his arms, while he lowered her pussy into his cock, with my hand still deep inside her butt.

Gasping and wriggling her little body, while her pussy slid down Marshall's shaft, was so fucking hot to watch. I got underneath, between Marshall's legs, so I could lick his balls, along with his cock in her pussy. Marshall loved that feeling, and Marie was bucking herself on my hand and Marshall's massive cock. She was going to make herself have a great orgasm, and was well on her way within a few minutes. I could feel Marshall's cock through the thin wall separating Marie's pussy and rectum, rubbing my hand against it as it slid in and out of her. This was so fucking incredibly raunchy and hot, I was already stiff again.

Little Marie erupted by squirting all over Marshall's chest so forcefully, some of it sprayed up onto his face, so he closed his eyes and grinned. For all the fun Marie was having, Marshall seemed to be having the time of his life, and I guess my arrival into his life played a large role in that. Marshall told me this often. I guess this was a big part of why he was pushing his friend, Antoine, to consider a different life path than the one he was on now. Marshall seemed to have some history with Antoine, which made him more deeply invested at a personal level, for Antoine to get together with Celeste, and settle down a bit, because they seemed to be perfect for each other.

My 'hubbie' finished with Marie, then I asked Marshall how he found his place in Marseille, as well as how he met Antoine, and their relationship developed. He cuddled me into him, understanding this was something important to me, so I could obtain a better grasp mentally as to how Marshall and Antoine became acquainted and close to one another. Marshall explained that before he bought his place here, or had the yacht, he partied it up at the Casino in Monaco, which is where he first met Antoine. Marshall chartered a luxury yacht, inviting his new friend, Antoine, to join him, along with a bevy of beautiful young ladies they met in the casino.

Everyone had a great time, plus it gave the two guys a chance to get to know one another. Antoine enjoyed being on the yacht, because he didn't have the money that Marshall had, but he had splurged and bought his place at the south end of Marseille. When Marshall told Antoine he was looking to buy a home in France, near the ocean, Antoine suggested Marseille, due to it's location with so many other desirable spots easily accessible. Marshall had been thinking about Cannes, or St. Tropez, but would consider Antoine's recommendation. Antoine invited Marshall to stay at his home while checking out available properties in the area.

Antoine's notorious celebrity status in the porn industry attracted lots of beautiful women to his place, so he and Marshall had more than enough variety to keep them entertained. Marshall liked the location of Antoine's home on the ocean, but those places were few and far between, often tearing down older home to put up hotels on the coast. Even though the home between the Plage de Catalans and the hotel wasn't listed, Antoine knew the owners, who rarely visited the home much, living at their primary residence about 350 miles east, in coastal Genoa, Italy.

The owners were aging, buying the home nearly twenty years earlier, when they were more active. As the years flew by, they chose to stay in Italy, and the home fell into slight disrepair. Antoine had shown Marshall the home from the outside, and Marshall loved the location and style of the home. Antoine contacted the owners of that property, who said that they might be interested, but it was a very long drive or boat ride. Marshall said he could sent his private jet to pick them up, because there was a nice runway at the Genoa City Airport that was right on the ocean, and the flight was only about 45 minutes.

The husband and wife hadn't flown on a private jet before, with the travel time one of the main reasons they hadn't been visiting the Marseille home much. They accepted Marshall's offer, so Marshall set things up for the next day, including locating a chauffeured Rolls Royce Ghost to pick the two of them up at their home, for the rides to and from the Genoa airport. Since we'd have four people going from the Marseille Airport to the home, Marshall had a Range Rover that held more people. He wanted to make a good impression, to increase the chance of striking a deal to purchase the home from them.

At 9 am the following morning, the couple was picked up at their home, easing into the plush seats of the Rolls Royce for the short drive to the airport. Marshall and Antoine were already waiting on Marshall's prior jet, his Gulfstream G600, having arrived about thirty minutes prior to them being picked up. Jean-Pierre came along on the flight, to prepare some snacks and drinks for the flight, which he'd already prepared while the jet was on the ground in Genoa. When the Rolls Royce pulled up next to the jet, Marshall and Antoine stepped out of the G600 to greet their guests, and they were quite impressed with the ride to the airport and Marshall's private jet.

After brief introductions, they boarded the plane, took their seats, and Jean-Pierre offered them some mini quiches and a charcuterie board, with champagne mimosas, because it was still morning. Jean-Pierre also offered them coffee, but they wanted the mimosas. Within minutes, the engines were started, and they were on their way. The time in the air was about the same as was spent on either end, before and after the flight, and they all got into the Range Rover to head to the home. Throughout the flight, Marshall told them he had a home in California and another in Hawaii, and was very interested in obtaining one on the French Riviera.

It was just a few minutes' drive, and they were puling up to the property. The husband of the couple got out, unlocked the gate to slide it open, so we could park inside. The driver and car would wait for us, then Marshall planned on having lunch near the Old Port to talk business (assuming they wanted to sell), before flying them back home before dinnertime. The place was in pretty bad shape, the trees, shrubs and plants were overgrown, some windows were broken, and no one had been in it much for months at a time. Occasionally, they had someone come by to check on the property, and a landscaper took care of things, when the foliage got too unruly.

Generally speaking, it looked a lot nicer outside, than it did inside, which had Marshall questioning how much renovation would be necessary. The entire lower level was unfinished, and many room weren't even furnished. Well, at least they couldn't be asking the top price, Marshall had done his homework by knowing what comps were like in the area, but it was the location that stood out. The owners lamented about how bad everything looked, saying they didn't know it had gotten like this, so it was probably best that it was owned by someone who would take care of it and enjoy it more. Marshall was keeping a mental tally of things that needed to be done.

They spent about an hour looking everything over throughout the property, discovering the pool pump was broken, so it was a mess, green algae, dirt and debris were in it, at only about half full of all that. By the time they sat down near at the restaurant at the hotel where we ate lunch with the Platypus François, Marshall had an idea as to what the repair and refurbishment would cost, and he asked the couple what they thought they might accept for the property. He didn't need to go into the multiple things that were in bad shape, because they had pointed it out during the walk-through. They hadn't planned on selling it, but Marshal had piqued their interest.

They admitted what they paid for it, they looked up what it might be worth in good condition, and they asked Marshall what he estimated the cost of repairs and refurbishing might be. Marshall said he felt that somewhere between the equivalent of $450k to over $500k would be needed to get the place into great shape, inside and outside. They couple felt that was high, but they admitted costs had risen, and there was a lot of work to be done. The husband threw out a number, that Marshall said he felt was unfair, and the man bristled a little, until Marshall said that wasn't enough.

Marshall proceeded to tell the couple how he felt about this property, that he felt he could not only restore it, but make it better, but the location was worth as much as they were asking, with a high rise hotel next door built on smaller and less ideal property. Marshall said on that basis alone, he wanted to offer fifteen percent more than he had asked for, they both looked at each other, and reached out to shake Marshall's hand on it. The deal was made, which without Antoine, would never have ever been possible. This helped to convey why Antoine was such a special friend to Marshall.

I asked Marshall if he spent more or less than he had estimated. He chuckled, saying far more, but that's because he added things along the way, like the elevator, the wine cellar, all the French wines, and other things. As far as everything else, he estimated high, so it covered some of the costs associated with his upgrades. We had been talking for a while, Marie had gone off to assist Jean-Pierre in the galley, and it was almost time for appetizers before dinner, which was sure to be a momentous occasion.

We went back to the main deck, where Antoine and Celeste were still talking, and kissing. I went over to them, asking Celeste if I could interrupt them for a moment, so I could thank Antoine for something. Of course she abdicated the moment, so I got close to Antoine, thanking him for meeting him, becoming his friend, and finding this wonderful home for us, which I know would not have happened without him. I kissed Antoine passionately, then turned to do the same with Celeste, and they were both somewhat stunned with what just happened. I left them, and they tried to return to where they were, as they both watched me walk back to Marshall.

Stepping away from me to speak with Antoine, Marshall pulled Antoine aside, asking him it he wanted to wait until dinner, Antoine nodded, as Jean-Pierre emerged with the appetizers. We had an array of French delicacies, with Jean-Pierre pulling out all the stops for this special occasion, ranging from pissaladière and socca (both originated in Nice), to tapenade and anchoïade to put on toasted French bread slices, with cheeses and a charcuterie board, plus a individual ramekins of French onion soup with crusty Gruyère cheese, topped with fresh herbs and grated Parmesan. Marie helped serve, and poured the paired white wine in the nude, and I gave her a little kiss.

After we enjoyed the avant delights, I went to Celeste, and asked to speak with her alone. I pulled her aside and told her that it looked like her and Antoine seemed to get to know one another better, talking for so long, and I asked her if she still felt he same about him. I wanted to make sure there were no false expectations or disappointments ahead, and she told me she felt more confident about being with him. I assured her that Antoine was going to ask her to marry him at dinner, she got all excited and started to react, and I told her to calm down. I had something important to say to her.

I told Celeste that the relationship between Marshall and Antoine was strong, I knew I had only just met her, but if there was any way I had misjudged her truth and honesty, about her desire to be with Antoine and be happy, she needed to tell me now. She said she never thought something like this was possible, and I told her she and I would probably become a lot closer after the marriage. It finally hit Celeste that she was committing to getting married, and she got excited again. I told Celeste she needed to be a good girl, or she'd have to deal with me, and Marshall. It was Marshall she needed to be worried about, but she assured me she loved Antoine.

Celeste went back into Antoine's arm, as did I into Marshall's, and it was almost time for dinner. It was liberating for us to all be naked the entire time, taking our seats when Jean-Pierre announced that dinner was about to

be served. Out came the Lobster Thermidor, with a separate platter of grilled prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, potatoes au gratin, and a butter lettuce salad with a lovely Dijon tarragon dressing I loved. Marie went around pouring each glass of white wine for dinner, and I watched Antoine. The sunset colors painted the sky for a perfect backdrop.

Standing up after everyone had their wine, Antoine stood up, his long cock dangling down in front of him, which I found slightly humorous, and I tried to keep from snickering like a school kid. Antoine toasted his good friend Marshall, for allowing us this opportunity to spend such a nice day on the ocean together, but more importantly, for the chance to meet Celeste. Antoine looked at me, when he said he knew who was responsible for introducing him to someone as special as Celeste, and they had both gotten to know one another better, in many ways, and we all laughed. I looked over to see Marie peeking and listening, because this was the big moment.

Turning to Celeste, Antoine's big cock was inches from her, and he told her how special he felt she was, and how he wanted someone like her in his life for a long time. While Antoine spoke to Celeste, his cock steadily began to swell up, rising with each heartbeat, and when he told her he loved her, his cock was sticking out into her face, and she stared up into his eyes. Antoine asked Celeste if she would do him the honor of accepting his proposal of marriage, and become his wife. Celeste smiled, opened her mouth, gave a couple of deep sucks on Antoine's cock, then said yes. That was a great way to accept a marriage proposal, and she looked so hot doing it.

It was definitely one of the more interesting and erotic of wedding proposals I had seen, but I'm sure Antoine loved the acceptance of it the most. The rest of the dinner and evening was a celebration of their proposal and pending wedding to one another. Antoine was finally going to settle down, but not too much with Celeste around, and Marshall was looking like a proud poppa. I motioned for cute naked Marie to come out and join us, which she ended up doing, with Jean-Pierre's approval to do so. I invited Marie to sit on my lap, she gave me a kiss, then sat down and wiggled her butt into me, which really turned me on more. It looked as though dessert would be later.

After dinner, it was pretty much an orgy on the yacht, sucking and fucking for all cocks and available orifices. We had to move to a lower deck for our celebratory sex, because the Captain needed to get the yacht back to the dock mooring before it got dark. Marshall told Celeste and Antoine they could enjoy some time alone in the VIP stateroom, while Marshall, Marie and I went into the master stateroom. Lying on my back with my legs over the edge of the bed, I gestured to Marie to get into a hot soixante-neuf with me eating her sweet pussy and ass, while she sucking and licked my cock and balls, then Marshall stepped forward to push his massive cock into me.

The sweet taste of Marie's wet pussy, with her mouth so eagerly and energetically sucking and slurping on my cock, was so incredible as Marshall pounded his huge cock into my asspussy. I felt it building inside, my body squirming and so ready to cum, but I wanted Marie to cum with us, so I used my hand to insert my fingers and thrust into both her holes as I sucked her hard clitty. Now Marie's body was undulating from the pleasure my fingers were imparting, she and I cumming within a second of each other, her pussy squirting all over my face as she swallowed my semen. Marshall enjoyed the experience, adding to it by depositing his warm cum deep inside of me.

Lifting her head off my cock, Marie looked up at Marshall with her open mouth, and a little of my cum dripping from her chin. Marshall pulled out of me, grabbed Marie's head, and began feeding his cock to her to clean it off. My mind began to wander, imagining what something like this would be like with Bernice, Laisa, Darla and all the guys. I couldn't wait, but I was having the time of my life on my honeymoon. Marshall had already called François after dinner, asking him to return to pick us up at the dock in about an hour, under the cover of darkness. It was dark outside, we were moored at the dock, and Marshall peered out to see François with the DBX707 at the dock.

Marie and I took a quick shower while Marshall went to the VIP stateroom to knock, telling Antoine and Celeste our ride back to the house was here. Celeste opened the door, looking so ravishing with the afterglow of the fun she and Antoine had, moments earlier. Looking so seductive, she squatted in front of Marshall and began sucking on his cock, telling him she needed to thank him for bringing Antoine into her life. Speaking of Antoine, he was lying on the bed, the covers all over the place, looking like they had a really good time in there.

Antoine got up off the bed, Marie and I stepped out of our stateroom, done with our shower, and Marshall asked everyone if they were ready to go. Jean-Pierre was already walking out to the car with his knives, and we gathered together, looking around to make sure we wouldn't be seen naked by any authorities. When everything looked clear, we went streaking from the yacht, along the dock to the open door in the SUV, and people on a nearby yacht saw us. Once the door closed, Celeste sitting on Antoine, me on Marshall, with Marie in the middle again, I looked out to see the couple that saw us from their boat making out, after they saw us.

We pulled away from the dock, and arrived back at the house in less than a half hour, Celeste and Antoine talking about what they wanted the wedding to be like. Marshall asked them if they wanted to get married at his place, where they could have a naked wedding, if they wanted. Celeste understood enough of what Marshall said, looking at Antoine, and nodding that's what she wanted. Antoine agreed, and Marshall said we would get everything set for a few days from now, before we went back to Fiji. Tomorrow, we would be heading to Germany together on Marshall's jet, for the tour of the Hartmann factory, for the customization of the Unimog Zetros.

Chapter 51 - Playing Matchmaker for Antoine and Celeste | Chapter 53 - The Celebration Begins on the Way to Germany