Subject: The Love Boat Cruise
Story Codes: MF FF oral voy adultery
Diary Date: July 17, 2016
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Other than my dad's ski boat I'd never been on any sort of cruise so when
we were invited by some people from our swapping group I was SO excited.
To top it off my dad even paid for everything as an early anniversary
gift! We planned to pretend to be honeymooners with the only "catch"
being our spouse wouldn't be the one listed on our marriage certificates!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Swapping Fun
Chapter 2 - The Invitation
Chapter 3 - The Flight
Chapter 4 - Vancouver Surprise
Chapter 5 - Cruise Highlights
Chapter 6 - Back Home
Chapter 1 - Swapping Fun
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There was a time not THAT long ago when I would've told you I would never
cheat on my husband. Of course that was before I was married to Steve
when my mother's influence was heaviest on my principles and ethics. My
mom is sort of old-school in many ways and when it comes to adultery it's
pretty black and white so far as she's concerned. According to her rule
book, which she drilled into me all my life, once you put on that ring
you don't have sex with anyone outside your marriage... period, end of
story.
Granted, my mother isn't a classic conservative in that while she draws
strict lines and rules, it's the fine print that you need to read. For
instance, "sex" is defined as the intimate union of a man and woman
penetration meaning the penetration of a penis into a vagina. This
leaves a lot of openings. For example, what most people like to call
oral "sex" isn't really true sex in that there's no union involved.
The other key factor element is when she says, "outside your marriage".
According to mom, when you marry someone you marry more than just a man,
you marry his whole family including parents, siblings, aunt and uncles,
and first cousins - all on both sides of the family tree. Thus adultery
would be having sex with anyone outside that circle. In short, incest is
not adultery. The basis for this is my mom views adultery as the
blending of a family, a demonstration of mutual love and respect, and
above all compliance with the Bible's requirements for submission of a
wife and honor to your parents.
Thus when people ask me if my parents swapped and such I've always said
no as swapping with another couple would have been adultery so far as my
mother is concerned. Another example she set for me regarding my fianc‚.
My mother always wished she could've had another child, a son if she had
any choice in the matter. For medical reasons this wasn't possible so
when I was engaged she was thrilled as this meant once I was married
Steve would become part of the family and hence the son she never had.
As much as she dreamed of being with her new son, she never allowed
herself to get carried away prior to the wedding. It wasn't until we
said our vows that my mom's dream of a son to fuck her finally came true!
Naturally when you grow up having all this drilled into you it becomes
part of your moral code as well. Thus my intentions were when I married
Steve that I would follow my mother's example. So imagine the problem I
faced when my husband declared his desire for us to have sex with other
couples. He would have preferred swinging but at least was willing to
compromise most of the time and just swap.
Before I go on I suppose I should explain what I mean by "swap". People
tend to use the term interchangeably with "swinging" but to me there are
important differences. Swinging usually involves parties with multiple
couples who may or may not be married. It's usually rather voyeuristic
in that people have sex in groups or at least in view of others.
Intimacy is NOT an attribute of these parties and often I would get home
and not even know the names of most of the men I'd had sex with.
In contrast, when I use the phrase "swapping" I refer to the exchange of
partners between married couples. While this may involve a brief period
where all four are together, it soon moves to where the couples separate
for the night and I spend the evening (and usually the entire night) in
bed with another married man while my husband is in another room or home
with his wife. Yes, I know his name and it's much more personal and
intimate, almost like I become his wife for a short while.
So how did I deal with this dilemma? I had only a few options. First, I
would have had to divorce Steve if I could not find some way to deal with
the adultery aspect. If there was one thing I will not and never will is
compromise on it's the issue of adultery. The commandments say thou
shalt not and so I will not. If there's one thing the women in my family
share it's the determination to NOT compromise on principles and
responsibilities. My Aunt Linda was forced to divorce her husband when
he told her she either had to stop submitting to her father or leave.
There's no way she could stop fulfilling her responsibilities as a
daughter so she left! My own mother feels so strongly about underage sex
(although as with adultery, incest didn't count) that she was forced to
divorce my dad when he couldn't find the willpower to resist.
Well, I wasn't about to divorce Steve if there was any way possible to
submit to him so I prayed and received my answer. The scriptures don't
provide a lot of guidance on what adultery is in every case so until now
I'd been following the lead of my mother. The more I read my Bible and
prayed the more I came to the realization her interpretation was a little
excessive. It seemed to me that the commandment meant was not to cheat
on your husband, that it was the intent more than the act that mattered.
So long as my husband was OK with me having sex with other men I wouldn't
be cheating on him and thus wouldn't be committing adultery.
Problem solved!
Well, the problem was solved so far as my principles went but then there
were the practical issues, the biggest by far being WHO do you swap with?
Believe it or not, it's not that easy finding couples with the same
attitudes and compatibility. Fortunately my Aunt Linda had the perfect
answer - a swapping group. She'd been a member for over twenty years and
was now serving as president so it was easier for us than most people to
get an invitation to join and eventual acceptance. The group actually
has two parts - one for swapping and the other for families. The family
group was what got my dad in trouble with my mom and I wanted no part of
it. On the other hand the swapping group is strictly for married couples
and even if they have kids there was no involvement by them. I've
discussed this group in other diary entries and even in the About Me
portion of my diary blog so I won't repeat myself here other than to say
it provides us with a safe and confidential means to meet like-minded
couples.
As it turned out I LOVE swapping! I think it's helped our marriage
immeasurably as a means to go out for a night of fun, bringing a renewed
energy to our marriage life. There's no commitments and in most cases we
never meet with them again so it's always something new which makes it
exciting for me. Over time Steve pushed to become members of the family
group as well and even though we didn't meet the requirements (no kids of
the right age) my aunt was able to pull some strings to get us in. So
now we're both satisfied. I get to swap with another husband now and
then while Steve gets to enjoy his little girls periodically. Is it any
wonder our marriage is even stronger now than when we first aid our vows?
Chapter 2 - The Invitation
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One night over six months ago I was in our bed with Greg, the 40 year-old
husband of Amelia who was no doubt being fucked at that moment by my
husband in a nearby hotel room. Usually we went both prefer a hotel when
we swap as then I don't have to worry about cleaning up the apartment but
in this case we couldn't find a sitter that could stay overnight so one
of us had to stay home and guess who drew the short straw... Greg and
Amelia's kids were older so they didn't have to worry about a sitter. No
doubt Steve wouldn't have minded going back to their house where their
thirteen year-old daughter and fifteen year-old son were spending the
night alone! That would have violated one of the most strict rules for
the swapping group - no involvement of kids, and if anyone found out we
would have all been kicked out immediately. Given our daughters were so
young, they would be sleeping and so that was deemed OK.
Greg had just finished cumming in me as I rode him cowgirl on my bed. I
was laying down on his hairy chest, his throbbing dick still in me as I
closed my eyes and relaxed, enjoying the moment. I felt so peaceful, so
happy as my pussy gripped him, his semen slowly draining from me around
his dwindling dick.
"God that was incredible..." he moaned as he shifted his weight under me
and I felt his dick move inside of me.
"Mmmmmmm, yes!" I sighed as I wiggled my bottom around his softened shaft
which was now barely in me, "I want it again."
Greg chuckled which caused his dick to flop out of me, leaving my pussy
feeling empty and lonely. He rolled me over on my side, turning towards
me and wrapping his arms around me as we kissed. It was like being with
a lover. I loved the intimacy, the desire I could sense in him for me.
It was almost like being his wife for one evening!
"Well I'm not sixteen anymore Kelly," he sighed, rubbing his hand over my
bare hip and down my upper thigh softly.
"Maybe I can provide some incentive," I offered, gripping his wet dick
with my hand and licking my lips seductively.
Greg smiled. "Oh I'm sure you could but let's wait a few moments, OK?"
I just smiled and pressed my head into his chest, loving the feel of our
nude bodies pressed tightly together.
"Have you ever been on a cruise Kelly?"
Ok... now THAT was sort of a surprising question under the circumstances
but then it wasn't that much of a surprise. Once men cum it's like their
lust shoots out of their bodies along with their sperm. Until their
batteries recharge a bit it usually leaves me to take things into my own
hands... literally. At least he hadn't fallen asleep... yet at least.
"No, never," I answered, "Why do you ask?"
"Just thinking," he responded rather flippantly. He seemed to be nodding
off so that was probably going to be the end of this conversation for the
time being but then his eyes opened and he pressed even closer to me,
pressing his leg between mine until I felt his thigh up against my
crotch.
"Damn your hot down there!" he tease me.
"Nothing your dick can't handle," I teased back, squeezing his still soft
cock.
"I don't know about THAT!" he laughed, "I love sex with Amelia but I have
to say I could spend more time with you."
"Well we DO have all night," I suggested softly.
"Yes we do...." he sighed but it was like something was left unsaid. He
drifted off for a while so I moved my hand from his cock to my dick. I
was still incredibly horny from just being fucked so I played with myself
and it didn't take long to get myself off.
Greg was still out so I took the opportunity to do a quick check on the
girls. They looked so cute when they sleep! I thought of Greg's
daughter and wondered if there was anything going on between the two of
them. Looking at Mia, I thought how in just six or seven years she would
be old enough to where we didn't have to close the door when we had sex
or worry about babysitters when we swapped. It was hard to imagine!
Back in the bedroom Greg was on his back, his dick flopped over and
resting on a bed of thick pubic hair which I loved. It looked delicious!
I gently took him into my mouth and slowly started to suck and lick him.
Could I get him hard without waking him? Suffice to say he was hard
enough that when he woke up he fucked me again!
The next morning Steve and Amelia stopped over for breakfast. Sipping
coffee, I noticed Greg whispering something to Amelia who seemed excited
about whatever it was they were sharing. Seemed a little rude to be
whispering with Steve and I there but then I learned the reason.
"Last night Kelly told me she'd never been on cruise before," he started.
Steve looked at me rather incredulously, as if to question why in the
world THAT would have come up while having sex.
Greg took Amelia's hand and sat back with a smile. "Well this summer
we're taking an Alaskan cruise and we had hoped that another couple could
join us. Interested?"
I looked at Steve and my heart raced. Wow! That would be so cool!
Before we could answer, Greg continued, "Well.... there's a catch..."
Of course there was. It couldn't possibly be THAT easy. OMG, was he
going to try selling us something like a timeshare?
Greg must have read my face as he put his hand up defensively. "Oh don't
worry, nothing I don't think a couple like yourselves wouldn't mind. We
were just hoping that we could swap for the entire cruise."
Amelia stepped in. "What my husband is trying to say is that we'd go as
married couples, just not as real husbands and wives. Nobody would know
but us."
Neither Steve or I said anything at first. It was an intriguing idea but
I'd never even thought of anything like this. So many questions and
things to consider. We'd never swapped longer than one night and almost
never multiple nights with the same couple. How would this work in terms
of reservations and such? What about our kids? And then the BIG
question... how to pay for such an expensive venture?
Just then Mia joined us in her nightshirt, carrying her favorite Frozen
doll. She immediately made herself home on her daddy's lap. I watched
Greg closely, curious to see his reaction to my cute little four year-old
daughter. Other than a quick glance though, I didn't see any undue
interest which made me feel a little better about him.
For the next half hour or so those questions and many more came out and
we had quite a lively discussion. While the plane tickets required photo
identifications, according to Greg there was nothing so far as the cruise
went where anyone would ask for identification where it mattered. Having
never been on a ship, I had to take his word for it.
As for the kids, theirs would be spending the week at their grandparent's
farm while I had no doubt that I could find someone in our family to tend
to our girls. Again, I was pleased that there was no suggestion of our
kids joining us although no doubt Steve had hoped for a miracle.
As for the expense, that was the only thing we left open. Obviously Greg
brought home a nice paycheck to afford such things but there was no way
we had the funds. Sounded like a job for Kelly to see what she could
talk her father into doing for his daughter!
As it turned out, the finances were probably the easiest problem to
overcome. It wasn't like over the years I hadn't worked out a foolproof
formula for such situations. My dad had never been able to refuse me
when he was horny so why should this be any different? When I left his
house a few days later I carried two things I hadn't had when I arrived -
my pussy with a full load of his love and my purse with a VERY nice check
as an advanced anniversary present. Who knows what else would happen but
at least we wouldn't be worried about money.
Chapter 3 - The Flight
======================
Wow, I never realized how much planning went into a cruise! My biggest
problem was what to wear. I guess whenever I'd thought about a cruise I
assumed it would be somewhere warm like the Caribbean where packing would
have been easy. Not so for the inside passage. Everything I read said
be prepared for anything - warm days, cool days, rainy days, dry days.
There was even something called "formal nights" when apparently people
dressed up like some Titanic scene for dinner. Amelia warned me that
laundry was outrageously expensive which meant packing outfits for every
day. Steve didn't see any issue but then IU think he'd wear the same
clothes every day for a week if I didn't gran them for the laundry.
While we kept in contact for making plans and reservations, otherwise we
didn't meet with Greg and Amelia before departure. We figured since we
would be posing as newlyweds (my idea!) we may as well wait until the
cruise to consummate our "marriages". OK, so we had some "premarital
sex" but that was now long in the past.
Finally the morning came to leave. My Aunt Linda drove us to the airport
to save us the parking fees and such. She was so jealous!
"I've been trying to talk your dad into taking one of these for years!"
she huffed as we approached the airport.
At the curb Steve grumbled something about packing for a month as he
unloaded our bags. Well, technically most of them were mine. I gave my
Aunt a kiss goodbye and thanked her or the ride. She was just wearing a
bath robe as it was only 4:00 AM and no doubt she'd be shedding it as a
soon as she got home and back to bed.
It was Steve's turn to kiss and say goodbye but in his case I noted he
reached in and grabbed a handful of boob as he kissed her. Sheesh, what
a guy. I mean like he hadn't even bothered to look around to see if
anyone was watching! This early the airport already busy but everyone
seemed too consumed with their own stuff than to worry about my
perpetually horny husband.
"Really?" I sighed as he finally broke free and she drove away.
Steve just smiled. "You're just jealous. Besides, who wears just a
bathrobe to the airport unless they're looking to get felt up?"
I just shook my head in mock disbelief. Spoken like a true guy alright.
Next thing I knew we were checking in. Poor Steve grumbled the entire
time about my bags but then what are men for? At least he wouldn't have
to worry about them the rest of the way now that they were checked in.
We'd agreed to meet Greg and Amelia at the gate as you never know how
security is going to be so may as well deal with it as soon as possible.
Somehow or another we'd been chosen for TSA PreCheck which helped avoid
part of the crowd.
Boarding the tram to the terminal area, I was a little disappointed at
how full it was. I nudged Steve asking him if he remembered our last
trip.
"Wanna try now?" was his response. So typical!
"Yeah right," I sighed, elbowing him just a bit, "Like we need to get
arrested the day before our once-in-a-lifetime cruise." It was one thing
to blow your husband on an empty tram, quite another when it was filled
with travelers!
McDonald's was open for breakfast, big surprise, so with over an hour
before our boarding time we stopped in for some breakfast. My phone
buzzed and I saw a text from Amelia, saying they were just arriving at
the airport. If our recent experience was any indication, we had at
least a half hour before they'd be joining us.
"Well, I suppose once they're hear things get started," Steve mused.
Suddenly it was like reality came rushing in. This wasn't just a fantasy
anymore. It wasn't something we teased and joked about. No, this was
about to be REAL! In just thirty minutes or so I'd take on the role of
being the wife of another man and Steve would be her husband. We'd
agreed that while we would interact as friends, during our vacation we'd
be regular newlyweds with no swapping or fucking other people. Heck, it
was going to be more restrictive than our actual honeymoon!
"I love you Steve," I told him reaching out hold his hand mine, my
wedding ring glittering in the harsh lights. "You know that, right?"
Steve got this funny expression like he wasn't sure what I meant. Oh he
knew I loved him but he also knew when I said things like this there was
usually something else going on underneath in secret girl code.
"Of course I do Kelly. And you know I love you."
He was playing it so safe I almost laughed. Then I looked around and
then at my watch again.
"You know we have 25 to 30 minutes..." I let my voice die off
suggestively.
"Hey, I'm game if you are," Steve reacted instantly.
It wasn't our first trip to the airport so we pretty much knew the layout
which included the family restrooms. The men's and women's were way too
busy to try anything too crazy but the family ones were always fair game.
I grabbed my purse and led the way...
Thankfully it was early and the room was still decent from the overnight
cleaning crew's efforts. Steve locked the door and I bent my knees to
crouch down and undo his jeans. Yeah, the floors LOOKED clean but it was
still a public restroom so no way was I getting on my knees!
"Oh yeah, gonna miss this!" Steve moaned as I started to suck on his
already stiffening cock. Not like he wouldn't be getting it from Amelia
but then I like to think I'm pretty good at this, probably better than
her but then you can't always trust first impressions.
Twenty minutes later I was pulling up my shorts and pulling down my cami
as Steve zipped up his jeans. My mouth felt a little slimy with his cum
still fresh in it while my pussy tingled with the memory of my husband's
dick inside.
"Better wipe your face off," Steve teased me, "We don't want Greg to get
any wrong impressions about his new wife!"
Frankly that was exactly the impression I wanted him to have but then
after giving it a second thought I figured maybe it would be better to
start out slow.
"Why not lick it off my face?" I offered innocently to Steve.
"Oh my god," Steve mumbled with disgust. Yep, I know how to push his
buttons. Steve can sometimes be easier than shooting fish in a barrel.
If there's one thing I never have to worry about my husband is him
leaving me for another man!
My estimate must have been off or the security lines had gotten smaller
because Greg and Amelia were waiting for us at the gate. The first thing
I noticed was her outfit. Well, it may have been the first thing I
noticed but it would have been the LAST thing anyone else did. She
looked like any other typical soccer mom on vacation just without the two
kids and a dog in tow. White capris, flat sandals, an opaque white
blouse (bra straps evident through the material) and hair pulled back
into a bun wasn't exactly what I think Steve had been expecting.
Meanwhile, judging from the once-over I was getting from BOTH of them, it
was obvious they were thinking along the same lines only in their minds
in that I wasn't wearing what they'd expected - only from the opposite
end of the spectrum. It wasn't like I was dressed slutty, just nobody
would have hopefully looked at me and seen a dowdy mother of two! White
denim shorts (not TOO short but enough to show off my legs well enough to
catch the eyes of the guys we'd passed in the terminal), pink thong
pulled up to show when I bent over, matching pink cami with spaghetti
straps and bare midriff, no bra, hair in a ponytail and yes... three inch
white heels. Nothing to win me Slut of the Year awards by any means but
enough to catch my new husband's attention.
We greeted and hugged, a few comments on the long lines and what a pain
TSA can be, and then we took seat to wait for our flight to board.
Instinctively I sat next to Steve across from Greg and Amelia.
"Well, now that we're all here maybe it's time we got things started off
on the right foot?" Greg suggested, nodding at me.
Ooops! Already I could see this wasn't going to be as easy as I'd
thought! My every instinct was to be with Steve so it was going to take
a conscious effort to pretend not to be his wife for an entire week.
Looking at Steve and biting my lower lip, I stood up along with Amelia
and we quickly exchanged seats. Greg immediately reached over put his
hand on my bare upper thigh, giving it a squeeze.
"That's better honey," he said to me, "I'm looking so forward to our
honeymoon together."
Meanwhile Steve and Amelia held hands. It was a little awkward for all
of us at first, especially it seemed Amelia who kept stealing glances
over at her real husband.
The gate attendant starting into her routine and we stood up with the
rest of the waiting passengers. Greg handed Amelia her ticket and asked
me if I had mine. Holding up my phone I smiled. Like who prints
anything anymore?
As we waited to board Greg planted his hand over my butt. Hmmmmmm, he
wasn't wasting any time! Not that I minded of course, just an
observation. Steve, not to be outdone, did the same with Amelia. Was
that a slight pull away I noticed? Maybe I was just imagining things as
Amelia moved up closer to Steve.
Although my official seat assignment was next to Steve, I sat in the seat
next to Greg where Amelia should have been. As nobody actually checks
those, unless there was a seat mix-up it wouldn't be an issue. Steve had
signed up for "comfort" seating and was in the second row behind First
Class. Evidently Greg didn't have a father paying his way so we had just
regular coach seats about two thirds of the way back where I couldn't
even see Steve. Well, I was now officially "married" to Greg so
technically it didn't matter although I still would have liked to keep an
eye on the two of them.
I had the window seat while Greg was in the middle, at least at first.
Fortunately the flight wasn't packed and so when nobody claimed the aisle
seat Greg moved over. Not exactly an auspicious start to our honeymoon!
Then again, I don't think Greg was quite as into the whole honeymoon
thing as I was (I LOVE weddings!) so I figured he just acted out of
instinct. Like who stays in a middle seat if they don't have to?
It was just starting to get light out as I looked out the window. Dang,
I was freezing! I reached up to turn off the air blowing down on me but
that only helped a little. Greg checked to see if any blankets were
available but apparently for those of us in Cattle Class that was another
cost savings measure.
Finally a flight attendant walked past and Greg asked for a blanket. She
took one look at me and raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything. She
returned with one of those ultra-thin airline blankets but at least it
covered my bare legs. It was a long flight so once we were in the air I
laid my seat back and pulled the blanket over to cover my bare shoulders
as best I could. Why do they keep these things so cold?
Having woken up at 2:00 AM I was tired so I closed my eyes to get some
rest. It was going to be a long day with the time zone changes so best
to grab some sleep while I could. Well, THAT wasn't to be as it seemed
just as I was started to fall asleep Greg decided to behave more like a
newlywed and moved over, raising the arm between us. I could feel his
hand on my thigh again under the blanket only this time it was right up
to my shorts. What the heck, why not get things started on the right
foot?
I placed my hand over his but on top of the blanket and gently pulled it
higher up onto my thigh. Greg quickly took the hint and moved it even
further until he was gripping my inner thigh with the side of his hand
pressing into my crotch - the only warm spot on my body at the time! I
spread my legs a little further apart to allow his hand to fit in better.
His fingers felt so good rubbing against the bare skin of my inner thigh!
"Want more?" I whispered. Greg just grinned and so I pulled the blanket
up over me a little more secure and put my arms underneath which wasn't
entirely for his benefit - I was still feeling chilly. My shorts were
buttoned on top but not for much longer as I quickly undid them and then
put my hands up to my chest to keep them out of the way. I closed my
eyes, pretending to be asleep as I waited to see what Greg's next move
would be.
I didn't have to wait long as the hand on my leg moved up and rested on
my bare belly. His hand lay flat on my stomach, moving ever so slightly.
With the arm rest up and the blanket over me, I doubted that anyone
walking by would even notice. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he started to
work his way under my shorts until his fingertips encountered my thong.
"I thought you said you never wore underwear," he whispered to me, barely
audible over the hum of the engines even with his face up close to mine.
I kept my eyes closed and just smiled slightly to let him know I heard
him but other than that he could read into that smile whatever he wanted.
Had I planned on sitting next to my husband I wouldn't be wearing any as
Steve hated having to work around panties or thongs. Since I knew I'd be
next to another man I figured why not give him a little more to deal
with?
It was almost like being on a date back in high school when a boy would
want to feel me up in a movie theater yet was worried I'd object so he
would take forever to get anywhere. It was funny back then as I never
stopped them or even hinted they should yet it might be 3/4 of the way
through the movie before they even got their hands on my boobs! Greg was
no high school boy so I assumed he was more concerned on someone seeing
us than worries I'd object. I mean like he'd fucked me just a few months
ago so not like this was new territory for him.
A shiver unrelated to the cabin temperature ran through me as his
fingertip moved over my clit. A deep breath escaped as I'd been holding
it back for what seemed like forever as he drew close. Mmmmmmm, it felt
good to feel him rubbing me. It was even better being rubbed on the
plane!
My shorts were so tight he was having a difficult time working his finger
into me so I put my arms down and grabbed them by the sides, working them
down enough so my crotch was freed yet not so far I couldn't easily hide
the fact I was for all intents and purposes bottomless on my seat. Not
having flown much this was all new for me and while I'd often fantasized
about what I'd do in such a situation, the reality was much more erotic.
Just then the attendant came by and asked if we wanted anything to drink.
I have to hand it to Greg, he handled it like a pro!
"Sure, just a moment," I heard him answer as I kept my eyes closed
feigning sleep, "My wife's out so just a water for me please."
Keeping his right hand under the blanket, I could hear Greg use his free
hand to lower the tray table in front of him and then he must have taken
the glass of water from her and set it down. Keeping his hand in my
shorts was probably the smartest move as had he jumped and pulled it out
quickly at best he would have appeared guilty and at worst the blanket
may have pulled off revealing me with my shorts pulled down!
With that distraction out of the way, I felt his finger pushing down my
now wet pussy slit until the tip pressed just slightly inside of me, the
palm of his hand now applying pressure over my clit area as he mini-
fucked me with his finger. It was too slow to get me off enough to ever
orgasm but I loved the sensations it created. One advantage of being a
girl - you don't have to orgasm to be satisfied!!
How long this went on I have no idea but I enjoyed it while it lasted.
Sometimes just being fondled and groped can be just as erotic as being
fucked depending on where you're at. Just being touched isn't
necessarily what gets me off. It's WHO is touching me, WHEN he's
touching me and WHERE we are when he touches me that determines the
response my body returns. It just proves the truth of my old adage about
sex being 80% mental.
Finally Greg must have had enough as he pulled his hand out from my
crotch. Before he could do anything though I reached out from under the
blanket and took his hand, pulling it up to my mouth where I sucked on
his finger. Oh yeah, I tasted GOOD!
With that I opened my eyes and smiled at Greg. Then came the toughest
part - getting those dang shorts back on again! When I put them on this
morning I had the benefit of lying flat on the bed and lifting my hips as
I tugged them on. Well, it wasn't easy then and it was REALLY not easy
now, especially while trying to keep that flimsy blanket over me.
Finally I had them more or less back in place when I was rudely reminded
why I hate thongs. It was hard enough just getting the shorts up but now
the thong was all in the wrong places and sitting in this cramped seat
was making it impossible to get it right.
"I need to use the restroom," I said softly to Greg. He grinned and I
knew what he was probably thinking - I wanted to go finish myself.
Actually that wasn't a bad idea but my number one priority was getting
that damn thong pulled out from my pussy slit and butt crack.
I made my way to the back of the plane where the flight attendants were
doing whatever it is flight attendants do. Of course both restrooms were
occupied so I had to stand there with my arms folded and wait. I could
see both the attendants looking at me but they didn't say a word. I
guess they must teach discretion in flight attendant school.
It only took a few minutes to get myself in order once I was finally able
to lock myself in the tiny cubicle. Checking myself in the mirror, it
was plain to see how chilly it was as my nipples were in full erection
mode, poking through my thin cami like it wasn't there. Oh well, so
what?
Making my way back to my seat, Greg was phasing out so I carefully worked
my way over him and dropped back down onto the seat cushion. Pulling the
blanket back over me, I turned on my side and didn't wake up again until
the flight attendant was fussing over my seat back not being in the full
and upright landing position.
After landing, we finally got off an joined Steve and Amelia where we
made our way to Customs. On the way I managed to pull up next to Steve.
"Well, have a nice flight?" I asked.
Steve just rolled his eyes which told me things either hadn't gone well
or maybe things just hadn't gone in the first place. Oh well, we had a
week on the ship to get things rolling.
As we worked our way through the never ending line at Canadian Customs, I
found myself thinking a little more about Greg and Amelia. I guess we'd
just assumed that since they swapped they'd be a little more obvious
about the objective of the cruise, well at least what I THOUGHT the
objective was. For me it was more than just changing beds with another
woman which is why I suggested the honeymoon ruse to provide an excuse
for a little misbehaving on board. Everyone expects newlyweds to be at
each other all the time so even if we pushed those boundaries a little at
least there would be a plausible excuse to fall back on. My fault I
guess for thinking things would start off with a bang. Oh well, it's not
like Greg and Amelia were TOO conservative or they never would have
swapped with us in the first place.
Chapter 4 - Vancouver Surprise
==============================
Other than a quick visit to the Canadian side of Niagara Falls with my
parents as a kid, I'd never been to Canada before and certainly not
British Columbia so I had no idea what to expect in Vancouver. First
impression - nice city but just another city. Whatever I guess. Not
like this was supposed to be our vacation destination. From the
brochures we passed there were obviously lots of things to do but we
wouldn't have time with our ship boarding the next morning.
The taxi took the four of us to our hotel which was right across from
where the ships boarded which should make it convenient for the next
morning. It came at a cost though, literally. Once again I was reminded
of the difference between planning a trip using someone else's American
Express gold card and having to pay out of your own wallet! Steve and I
hadn't given a thought to making the reservation but I noticed Greg
mumbling about the cost for one night when we checked in.
Speaking of checking in... it felt a little weird checking into a hotel
standing next to my new husband. In some ways it was like a honeymoon I
guess, doing things together for the first time. The girl at the counter
was so sweet, complimenting us on our wedding rings and newlywed status.
Greg had his arm around me the whole time as did Steve with Amelia when
it came his turn.
Thinking about it more it wasn't really the first time I'd checked into a
hotel with another married man besides my husband but those had been just
to get into a room and we didn't play into our roles as I was doing now
with Greg. I think the most memorable time was when my dad and I went
out on a father-daughter date night and stayed the night in a luxury
hotel in Cleveland. It was so obvious I was much younger than him yet we
both had on wedding rings which I assume led the clerk to think either I
was some kind of gold-digger or my dad had a trophy wife. In some ways I
guess he would have right on both accounts!
We were on different floors so Steve and Amelia stepped out before we
did, leaving Greg and me alone in the elevator for the next few floors.
I turned to him and pressed in tight, my hand planted firmly on his
crotch.
"Ever do it in an elevator Greg?"
Greg laughed and nervously looked to see where the hidden surveillance
camera might be located. What a kill-joy. Being watched by security was
half the fun! It's not like I was am minor and so he would have been
molesting me.
The door opened and I removed my hand just in time before a father and
his young son stepped in looking to be heading down to the swimming pool.
The boy might have been eight or nine I was guessing while his dad hadn't
seen the inside of a gym in years from the looks of it. I smiled at him
when his eyes finally worked their up past my chest and he quickly looked
away as if I hadn't seen him staring at my boobs and projecting nipples.
Silly men!
Once in the room I took a quick look around, checking to see the bathroom
was clean and the comforter wasn't TOO gross. Liked do they EVER clean
those things? Heck, I knew what I'd done in the past to contribute to
the collection of bodily fluids!
"Nice room," Greg mused as he looked around. Unspoken were the words I
was sure he was thinking, "Should be for over $400 a night!"
I was horny though so I didn't care about his wallet. What I wanted was
closely related though, located just on the other side of his pants.
"Whatever... fuck me Greg."
My tone of voice wasn't loud, it was just as if I'd told him to turn on
the TV or something. Just a straightforward request... I wanted sex,
simple as that.
"Our bags will be coming shortly," he protested as my hands started to
undo the buttons on his shirt.
"So?"
"Well so shouldn't we wait a few minutes for them to arrive?"
"No," was my simple answer. Well, if he wasn't going to let me undress
him then I'd just undress myself. Not as if I had all that much to take
off.
"Oh my god!" Greg sighed as I quickly stripped. Pulling down the
comforter (I wasn't about to lay on it naked if I could help it), I
pulled down the sheet as well, piled a couple of pillows on top of one
another, and made myself at home.
"So does my new husband like what he sees?"
"God you're beautiful," he sighed yet again. He looked back at the door
and then at the nude woman his bed. The frustration was clear on his
face. Just then his problem was solved as there was a knock on the door.
"Valet, your bags," a voice called through the door.
"Cover up!" Greg hissed at me as he started for the door.
"Why?" I teased him. He was speechless which was the best response I
could ask for. I giggled and pulled the sheet up until it just covered
my bust. With my clothes at the end of the bed there wouldn't be much
doubt to even the least observant bell boy that I was nude underneath.
The knock repeated just as Greg unlocked the door and opened it. The
bell boy was cute! He looked to be maybe in his late teens or early
twenties and all prim and proper in his uniform.
"Is everything OK with the room sir?" he asked before he bothered to
bring in the bags.
"Oh it's just fine, LOVE the bed," I called over to him, grinning from
ear to ear.
"We just got married," Greg told the bell boy as if that would explain
the actions of his wife.
The kid didn't respond and while he tried to avoid eye contact, I noticed
he still took a few glances at me although the sheets kept anything
interesting out of sight. Had it been Steve instead of Greg I probably
would've teased him a little more but I was still trying to figure Greg
out.
The poor guy dragged in our suitcases. It was the first time Greg had
seen mine and I could see him mentally counting mine compared to his
single bag. Not to mention the struggles the guy had lifting them.
Thank goodness for those handy scales for measuring your bag weights as
mine were all right at the limit.
"You know this is just a seven day cruise..." Greg started to say.
"You sound like we've been married ten years instead of one day," I
interrupted him as I threw back the sheet. "Why don't you quit worrying
about my bags and just fuck me."
It was more a statement than a question and this time Greg didn't
protest. Smiling finally he quickly undressed and soon was lying next to
me in the king-sized bed.
"Mmmmmmm, that's better," I murmured as I reached down and grabbed his
cock.
It was when I felt Greg's dick pressing hard into me, as if he was trying
to inject his sperm as deep inside of me as possible, listening to him
grunting and gasping as he came that it suddenly struck me. For the next
week this man was going to be my husband! I thought of Steve, wondering
if he was fucking Amelia at this same moment and if he was thinking of
me. Probably not. I mean I know Steve loves me more than anyone in the
world but it wouldn't be fair of me to expect him to think of his wife
while he was having sex with someone else.
Greg gave his final gasp and pulled out, rolling over onto his back
gasping for breath as I felt his cum almost immediately start to spill
out of me and drip down my butt onto the sheet. Damn, how much had he
cum? It was like a sea of sperm was spilling out of me!
"This week is going to be incredible!" he sighed as he closed his eyes
and drifted off.
I hadn't cum yet, too many things on my mind I guess, so instead I got up
off the bed and moved to a stuffed chair by the window. The curtains
were open and I could look don and see where our ship was moored. So
many people running around! Leaning back in the chair, I draped one leg
over the arm and started to masturbate. Yeah, maybe Greg wasn't the
lover my real husband was but I still had high hopes for the upcoming
week. I reminded myself as I rubbed my clit that what really mattered
was how much fun it was going to be pretending to be his wife, about all
the places on the ship I dreamed we might have sex. Would I "cheat" on
my new husband? Hmmmmmm, when else would I ever get the chance to commit
adultery without actually sinning?
My thoughts focused on my hand as I rubbed myself faster, my fingers
strumming my clit like a fiddle as my overdue orgasm consumed me. It was
so cool to see the people below me as I came, none of them seeing me yet
I could watch them as I trembled with the pleasure of my orgasm. Oh yes,
I was planning on doing a LOT of this as well in the upcoming week...
A few hours later we met Steve and Alecia for dinner. We decided to take
a walk to find something besides hotel food and ended up in a small place
where a crowd had gathered so we figured it must be good.
"So how's married life," I asked Steve as he sat across from me. Of
course my husband for the week was seated next to me.
"Let's just say we consummated our marriage."
Amelia actually seemed to blush but the way she looked at Steve seemed to
signal more than just mild embarrassment. Trust me, a woman knows and a
wife especially. It was almost the kind of look I probably gave Steve
when we first started dating. OMG, Amelia was infatuated with Steve!
Not that I could blame her as compared to Greg, Steve must have been
quite an upgrade in the husband department. Steve of course didn't seem
to have a clue and for that matter, neither did Greg or at least he
wasn't letting on he noticed anything. Like wow, they couldn't SEE it
right in front of them? Hmmmmmm, things could get interesting...
"You wouldn't believe what Kelly did to the poor bell boy," Greg told
Steve as if Amelia or I couldn't hear everything.
Steve grinned and looked at me knowingly. "Let me guess, she gave him a
BJ for a tip?"
"Steve!" I protested playfully.
Greg laughed. "Actually I think she would have if she wasn't so anxious
for him to leave so we could get at it."
Oh man, what an ego! The ONLY reason I didn't blow the kid was because
it would have likely embarrassed Greg to no end. And now here he was
bragging he was the reason I turned down the opportunity to blow a cute
guy in front of him.
Greg put his hand over mine and patted me like a puppy. I just smiled
graciously but my eyes met Steve's and I knew he wasn't fooled. Steve
had more than enough of experience with me to know better.
As we ate dinner I dropped my heel off one foot and reached out to touch
Steve between his legs. He glanced at me over his fork and then at the
other two who didn't seem to notice anything which only served to
encourage me. Mmmmmmm, I loved to play with Steve's cock in public!
After dinner I excused myself to use the restroom. I asked Amelia if she
would join me. Not like a girl can go to the restroom alone, right?
Besides, it would give me an opportunity to see what was going on between
her and my real husband.
"So what's with you and Steve?" I asked her when we were alone in the
lady's room.
"Sorry... what do you mean?" she answered as if she really didn't know.
"Oh come on Amelia, I saw those doe eyes looking at Steve."
She blushed but I put my arm around her and said, "Hey, I don't blame
you. I felt the same way about him seventeen years ago! He's quite a
guy."
"Yes he is!" she gushed and then caught herself.
"It's OK, I know my husband so it doesn't bother me in the least if you
fall in love with him. Just remember that one week from now and he's
mine again."
"But I'm not falling..." she started to protest.
I broke her off, kissing her on the cheek softly. "Like I said, it's OK.
Enjoy him for the week. I really want this to be a great trip so I'm
counting on you to please my husband... totally, understand?"
"It's just... well I never expected it to be this way," she murmured.
"I know this is probably different than your other swaps," I said
agreeing wither, "We've never done anything like this either. I mean,
one night is the longest I've ever spent away from him."
For a moment I thought she might cry! Then she blurted out something I'd
never anticipated.
"Easy then for you I guess. You guys must do this kind of stuff all the
time. We only did it that once with you!"
THAT stopped me in my tracks. Oh wow, I would NEVER have expected that
to be the case.
"You mean you guys had never swapped before you met us? But the way Greg
talked you did it all the time."
Amelia shook her head, her eyes red. "HE said that, I never did. Steve
is the only guy I've had sex with besides Greg... ever!"
Oh boy, wait until Steve found out! He was going to be in seventh heaven
if I knew him at all. When had been the last time he'd been with a woman
who had never had sex with anyone beside her husband? In fact, had he
EVER had such a woman? Now if the roles had been reversed it would have
been different as that was the sort of married guy I sought out. But
Steve wasn't out prowling for married mothers looking to cheat like I was
for married fathers. As if she could read my mind she pleaded with me.
"Don't tell Steve... PLEASE. And PLEASE don't let Greg know what I just
told you. He'd kill me!"
Well, hopefully that was an exaggeration but I could understand the
reasoning. Greg was already "competing" with Steve it seemed and the
last thing he would want Steve to know is his "amateur" status when it
came to being with other woman. Amelia hadn't commented on whether Greg
was been a virgin when they met but I wouldn't have been surprised since
it was the sort of thing such couples typically shared.
"Greg was so thrilled after having sex with you," Amelia continued.
"That's when he came up with this cruise idea. I thought it was going to
be just the two of us as we haven't had a vacation alone together since
the kids were born. I never even dreamed I'd be spending it in bed with
another man."
We'd been in there for a while now and thankfully nobody had come in to
disturb us but I knew we needed to get back before they wondered what was
happening. Too long and Greg might even get the idea that his wife had
spilled their secret and that wouldn't do.
"Don't worry, this will all work out fine. Just have fun, OK?" I
encouraged her, "Trust me, just do whatever Steve wants and you'll have a
great time."
"I'll try," she said, gathering herself together. "I was so afraid to
tell you... you're great Kelly, even if my husband prefers sex with you
over me."
What could I say? It wasn't my fault I'd had over 300 men more than her
to practice with? I just smiled and we walked back out to meet our
husbands, whoever they may be.
"Everything OK?" Steve asked when we returned. I just nodded and
wondered whether or not I should tell him the real story behind this
cruise. Nawwwwww, let him find out himself and if he didn't, so much the
better. Not to sound too boastful but all in all I think of myself as a
pretty darn considerate wife!
Chapter 5 - Cruise Highlights
=============================
Wow, I could write a book about our week so for now I'll just recap some
of the more memorable moments while on board. We stopped at several
ports where we did lots of things but those stories will have to wait for
another day... sorry!
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Not-So-Private Balconies
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Back when I first thought about a cruise I had visions of tiny cabins
with little portholes to peer out from, your basic claustrophobic
nightmare. Sure I'd seen photos in the brochures but it was hard to
imagine the real thing.
Once again the differences between our bookings was evident. Using my
dad's AMEX card we'd booked a full suite of which apparently there were
only about a dozen on the ship not counting the ridiculously huge suites
for the rich and famous. Greg and Amelia had booked a standard size
balcony room which were pretty much the standard for most people on board
other than the inboard rooms for those on a tight budget. We hadn't
really thought about the consequences until we prepared our luggage for
pickup and Greg commented that I should use Amelia's tags on my bags so
they would go to the right room. At first it didn't hit me but then a
light went off over my head - no, a blazing sun! Whoa! That meant Steve
and Amelia would be getting the big suite while I'd be in the smaller
room with Greg. No way!
I immediately called Steve on my phone and laid it out... it was on my
dad's credit card, I was his daughter, so I get the suite. Really, what
was there to debate about?
The phone was silent for a moment and my face flushed as I prepared for
battle should he disagree. Apparently Steve knew me well enough that he
didn't even try to argue as he simply came back with, "OK." I'd been
holding my breath so I let out it all out in a whoosh. I was almost
disappointed as I had a whole speech prepared in my head should he even
dare THINK about stealing that room.
Greg and Steve worked it out as Steve came to our room and exchanged tags
with Greg. Before he left though, he gave me a kiss and whispered in my
ear, "You owe me one." I just grinned from ear to ear. Meanwhile Greg
was looking pretty pleased with himself. Obviously getting the keys to
the bigger room while relegating his wife to one half the size didn't
bother his conscience.
This whole thing of switching places was making things complicated as to
get through Customs we had to have our passports and boarding passes that
matched so we went through as "real" married couples. Then when we
checked in to board we swapped boarding passes as another difference in
our experiences as when we showed our boarding passes came to light.
Apparently as suite holders, Greg and I bypassed the long check-in line
and went straight to a special desk while Steve and Amelia were shuttled
off to the cattle car line with a hundred people in front of them.
Greg and I checked in quickly and were led off to a special holding are
with snacks and drinks. We bypassed a large room with chairs where
everyone else had to wait to board - no food or drinks there! Poor
Steve! Oh well, it wasn't like I hadn't earned it when I convinced my
dad to pay out a fortune for the trip.
We struck up some conversations with other couples. Most were a lot
older as apparently to reach this level you had to have taken a LOT of
cruise before or paid a LOT of money for your cabin so that probably
leaves out most younger families. One couple was on their 58th cruise!
Of course I told all of them we were newlyweds. It was so much fun!
Finally the ship was ready to board and yet again we got to enjoy special
privilege as out group was boarded before everyone else. Not that it
really made any difference as it wasn't like a plane where overhead space
was at a premium. A few wrong turns and we finally found our room which
had balloons and a sign announcing our honeymoon. How sweet!
Walking in my eyes widened. OMG! No claustrophobia for me. It was
bigger than our hotel room with a couch and chair, a queen bed, closet,
restroom and a shower. It even had two TVs, one in the bedroom and the
other you could watch from the couch.
Then I saw the balcony. Wow! It was the size of two balconies below us.
One thing I noted was the balconies were staggered such that the people
above could see about half of the balcony below. Above us we only had
one room as it was a suite like ours but below were two sets. The walls
between adjacent balconies were high such you couldn't see over them but
anyone in the balcony above us, or even the ones to the sides of it, had
a pretty good view of ours. I guess that wasn't so bad... if you don't
mind people watching and if there's one thing I LOVE, it's people
watching me.
Being larger than most our balcony had two lounge chairs plus a table and
four chairs. I noted the ones below us only had smaller tables and a
single lounge chair not to mention ours seemed much nicer. I guess that
would be what Steve would be getting. Oh well...
"Hello neighbor," a voice from above called down. I looked up and saw
another woman, maybe in her fifties, looking down at me smiling.
"I'm Nancy and my husband is Ron, we're from Chicago," she introduced
herself and her husband who was out of sight.
I replied with our first names as well and added in we were on our
honeymoon. May as well lay the groundwork from the start.
"Oh that's so sweet!" Nancy gushed, "Now you lovebirds behave
yourselves," she teased.
"I wouldn't count on that," I warned her. Nancy laughed, thinking I was
joking apparently. She'd find out differently before long if things went
my way.
Greg joined me and I introduced him. Ron also made his appearance,
evidently having heard his wife talking. They both seemed like your
typical Midwesterners. Nancy explained to Ron that we were on our
honeymoon. Ron looked down at us and congratulated us but I was pleased
to see he wasn't paying any attention to Ron. My cami was pretty tight
which served nicely to show off my boobs and nipples. It was cut low and
while it offered a nice cleavage view, it was also tight so what you saw
was what you got, nothing to gain from looking down from his vantage
point. Hmmmmmm, maybe I'd have to keep that in mind for later though.
The next couple of hours were busy with unpacking and the silly lifeboat
drill. Well, no lifeboats, just cramming into one area with a hundred
other people holding our lifejackets listening to what would happen
should the ship sink. Somehow I couldn't see the actual thing being
nearly as casual and calm!
Later that night after we'd had dinner and explored the ship a bit, we
returned to our room. It had been sort of surreal already, touring the
ship with Greg and no sign of Steve or Amelia. There were over a
thousand people on board and their cabin was a couple decks down and on
the other side of the ship so it wasn't like we would routinely pass each
other. Still, I wondered how things were going with him and Amelia,
especially now that I knew her secret.
Returning to our room, I immediately made it out to the balcony. We were
already out of sight of land and the other balconies were all empty so
far as I could tell. Apparently the wonder of being at sea wore off
quick when there was nothing to see but water. Greg was fooling around
with the TV and his phone. Apparently there was some sort of app that
worked on the ship's Wi-Fi where you could make reservations and such.
Oh well, that was his thing to worry about. I didn't intend to use my
phone for anything more than a camera all week.
Back in the room, I noted there were two heavy robes hanging in the
closet. Hmmmmmm, they were nice! I thought for a moment and undressed,
checking myself out in the bathroom mirror before donning the robe which
came down almost to my ankles. If felt so soft and luxurious against my
bare skin!
Greg was still fussing with things as I passed by him, hardly even
acknowledging me as I went back to the balcony and rested my arms on the
railing. I felt so calm as I watched the waves and the setting sun. The
days were already getting longer and I wondered how it would be when it
stayed light out past midnight!
I did a quick look around and seeing nobody was in sight I dropped the
robe and tossed it over one of the chairs. Standing there at the railing
barefoot and naked, I stretched out my arms and closed my eyes as I faced
the sea. It was like a scene from Titanic, well, almost. It was a
little chilly but if anything it felt good against my bare skin for the
moment.
My thoughts drifted and I remembered what my dad had told me when I asked
him about paying for the cruise. He'd just finished fucking me and I was
laying on top of him, my boobs pressed into his hairy chest feeling his
dick under me. It was the perfect time to ask him anything and I took
advantage of it. Of course he'd said yes, what else COULD he say at that
moment? Then he mentioned something about how maybe someday we should
take a father-daughter cruise. It was just said in passing and I hadn't
really thought about it until now. As I looked out over the ocean,
feeling the breeze across my nude body, I wondered what it would be like
to have my father press in behind me and fuck me as I leaned over the
railing. It would be the most wonderful thing I could imagine!
Turning around, I laid out the blanket that was rolled up on the lounge
chair and spread it out, then I stretched out and laid back. Looking up
all I could see was the steel overhang of the balcony above with all its
pipes and wires. My hand reached between my legs and I thought about
Steve and wondered what he was doing with Amelia right at this moment.
Knowing my horny husband, they were in bed for what would be an all-night
fuck. Meanwhile, I was laying out naked on the balcony masturbating
while my husband was playing IT guru.
Through the glass of the balcony I could see the ocean and I thought how
it was the most beautiful scenery I'd ever had in front of me while
masturbating. I wasn't really working for an orgasm yet, it just felt
good to play with myself and touch myself. I tell people how much I love
masturbating and guys usually think it's like watching some porn scene
where the girl gets all hot and bothered and works like mad until she
comes to a screaming orgasm. Well, that's porn for you which explains
why in general I could care less about it.
No, what I was doing now was more typical. I looked down and dragged the
backs of my fingers over my flat belly, going from side to side and then
down, just over the top of my pussy and back up until they reached my
boobs. From there I traced lines around my breasts, lightly touching my
nipples and shivering as they responded. With my other hand I cupped my
breast, squeezing it softly and massaging it gently as the fingers on my
other hand ran over it. Oh it felt so good to touch my breasts!
Gripping my one breast with my left hand, my right moved down between my
legs. I had my knees bent so my feet were flat on the chair, each at the
edge of the chair with my knees bowed out. At first I just cupped my
crotch, my palm flat over it with my fingers pressing down barely into
the entrance of my pussy. The back of my palm rested perfectly over my
clit, pressing down on it gently. I felt so warm and increasingly wet as
I held myself while massaging my breast.
Slowly my fingers began to work their magic and for a while that's all I
needed or wanted, just the light touch of my fingertips tracing over me,
touching against my soft inner thigh, running up along the junction of my
leg and crotch, around my belly button and back between my legs again.
Around and around, a slightly different path each time as I closed my
eyes and listened to the passing ocean.
Gradually things heated up as my lust and sexual energy grew like a fire
starting from an ember. A warm glow at first, then the start of a flame
and finally my body felt ablaze with need and desire. God I needed to be
fucked! I suppose I should have gotten up at that point and sought out
relief from Greg but I couldn't take my hand off my pussy as my finger
worked its way inside of me, my imagination taking it as a dick seeing
entrance. I as incredibly wet and I replaced one hand with the other as
I licked my pussy wetness from my fingers as I coated the others with
more. Mmmmmmm, I loved the scent of smell of my own pussy, so sensual
and musky when I was aroused.
My hips thrust upwards into my hand as I dreamed of being fucked by an
unknown assailant, a man desiring nothing more than to quench my sexual
urges with the driving force of his dick inside of me. Again and again I
drove my hips into his monstrous cock as he fucked me. I could feel him
in me, swollen and hot with his lust for me. Oh god I came.... I came SO
hard! It was like the ocean had spilled over the railing and washed over
me with waves of pleasure. My head pushed back against the blanket as I
gasped aloud, moaning as I couldn't control myself while my hand worked
furiously to drive me even higher...
Laying back, sweating now despite the cooling night air, I struggled to
regain my breath. And people ask me why I like to masturbate! Are they
kidding? Oh sure I love sex even better but this had been perfect,
exactly what I needed at this moment. It was all about me and nobody
else but me which was fine with me. LOL
"Kelly?" I heard Greg calling, my reverie broken. Wow, had I passed out
or fallen asleep?
"Oh there you are," Greg said as he pushed open the sliding door to the
balcony, "Aren't you afraid someone might see you out here?"
Greg might be my "husband" for the week but he was certainly not my
husband! Of all the thing Steve might say had he found me laying naked
out on the balcony of a ship after satisfying myself, that was probably
the last thing on the list.
I may have calmed down somewhat at this point but that didn't mean the
needs and desires that had overwhelmed me were quenched. I looked at
Greg and saw a man, a man I wanted to fuck me, a man with a dick designed
and created by God for one purpose... to fit into my pussy and deliver
his sperm. Well, it was time it served its purpose...
While I couldn't convince Greg to fuck me from behind as I stood at the
rail (what a prude!) it didn't take much talking to get what I really
needed most - his dick in me. So what if we did it on the bed and not on
the balcony? Another time and place that would have been fun but tonight
at THIS time and place I wanted one thing more than anything - a man to
give me his dick and become one with me!
As my mom always told me, sometimes it's the simple things in life that
brings the most pleasure.
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Movie Night
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If there's one thing that turns me on it's having sex in the middle of a
bunch of people and they don't know it. I remember the first time my
boyfriend fucked me at a beach in the water with me leaning over a float.
Leaning over the inflatable raft, I was holding my bikini bottoms tucked
into my hands (I didn't trust him not to get carried away and lose them)
while he entered me from behind. My feet were off the bottom but he was
able to just stand up to keep us balanced. The water was up almost to
his chest and being lake water nobody could see anything more than a foot
or so below the surface.
I was SO turned on! I mean like people were all around us, mostly kids
but a few adults trying to keep herd on their kids passed by as well.
Not one of them seemed to have a clue that Steve's dick was the warmest
dick in the lake! Some of them ever said hello or whatever as they
passed by and I simply smiled and said hello back, all the while trying
not to cry out as I felt my boyfriend's cock moving behind me. He didn't
even have to try as the movement of the water and the raft floating on it
were enough to make me move relative to him.
Funny thing about it was if I tried to do that today with my husband I'm
sure people would have thought differently. So many things I could get
away when I was a teenager that now as a thirty-something mother of two
were off-limits unless I wanted to get arrested. We would still look for
opportunities - doing it behind a clothes rack in a store was still an
old favorite of mine as I could watch the people shopping and quickly
drop my skirt if someone approached too closely.
Greg and I faced a similar quandary on the ship. Well, maybe not so much
Greg but I did. I think Greg would have been happy to stay in our suite
all day and just fuck me on the bed but why be on a cruise ship if you're
not going to take advantage of it? The problem was where to do it. I
was a little surprised at how difficult it was to find a spot private
enough to have sex yet public enough to be in view of others. The pools
and hot tubs were full of kids. There was one "adult" pool but because
it WAS adult only, it was always full of adults! Not that I wasn't a
natural-borne slut and ready to be a little playful, but there ARE limits
to what you can get away with before they call the captain in.
Nonetheless I was always keeping an eye out for possibilities. While
looking at the ship's app on Greg's phone I noticed there was a movie
playing that night out on the upper decks. Apparently they did this
every night on the screen I'd noticed while walking around. People could
see it from the pool and the surrounding chairs, as well as a couple of
decks worth of tables and chairs surrounding the pool area.
Hmmmmmm... my mind was working overtime as it seemed such an obvious
answer to my quest. Now to just get Greg to go along with. Yet again I
found myself wishing my "real" husband was with me - he'd be over all
this... and me as well.
After dinner I mentioned my idea to Greg. At first he seemed pretty
unsure of things, immediately saying something about being caught and
all. He was easy to convince, just as all men are when you ask them
while you're sucking their dicks!
The movie would start in an hour so I needed the time to get ready. Guys
have it so easy but girls always have so many things to deal with, not
the least of which is what to wear. The only thing Greg had to think
about was keeping himself "accessible". If he wanted me to play with him
then he had to wear something that wasn't too difficult to navigate - NOT
the time for tight pants he'd outgrown or buttoned jeans. Fortunately
he'd brought a loose-fitting pair of cotton pants more fit for a Bahamas
cruise than Alaska but perfect for what I was planning.
In the end, after several false starts and changes, I finally chose a
floral wrap meant to wear to the pool over your bikini. Along with it I
chose one a bikini top that wasn't so much revealing as accessible and
easy to maneuver. What I mean is that it wasn't one of those tiny ones
that has to be positioned perfectly to not cause a nipple slip or a
complex string contraption that I had to be looking in the mirror to get
right. I always wanted to avoid anything that couldn't be put back in
place easily so that left out anything tied behind my neck or I had to
put my arms through. In the end I chose a simple strapless bikini top
that was little more than a headband around my chest. People seeing me
would naturally think that I'd be wearing a matching bikini bottom under
the wrap. Those people would be wrong...
After finishing my makeup and hair, the last thing I did before dressing
was to do a quick touchup around my pussy to ensure I was nice and smooth
for Greg. Nothing's too good for my new hubby, right?
Greg looked me over and smiled his approval at my outfit. I didn't say
anything about how what he saw was all I was wearing but if he hadn't
figured that out by now then what could I say? It was day three of the
cruise and I had yet to soil a pair of panties!
It was tempting to wear heels but that would have been more snooty than
sexy from what I'd observed, especially in the outdoors areas. Only the
snobs wore heels to anything but dinner. So instead I just put on a pair
of flip-flops, grabbed my ever-present purse and I was ready to go!
I hadn't even bothered to check on what the movie was and wouldn't you
know it, it was some kids movie. Really, it was 10:00 at night so
shouldn't the rug rats have been in bed rather than a showing of, Lord
help me, Frozen? I mean give me a break! I'd long reached the
saturation point with the movie and all the marketing ploys that Disney
deluged us with. About the last thing I wanted to watch was yet another
showing and having to listen to "Let It Go" yet again. Thankfully I
wasn't planning on watching much of the movie.
The pool deck was mobbed with kids and parents so Greg started to lead me
to another deck where we could view it more privately. Where was the fun
in that?
"But I like it down here better," I protested, tugging at him like I was
just another kid in the mob.
"A little crowded, don't you think, for what we have planned?" Greg
replied looking at me as if I was crazy.
"That's the whole point, isn't it?"
Again he just stared at me uncomprehending my logic. Then he smiled
wryly. "You really get off from this sort of stuff, don't you?"
It was sort of like my panties, or lack of them... if he hadn't figured
that out by now, then when would he? While nothing major, I'd taken
every opportunity to play the newlywed game to the hilt. Every time we
were in the elevator alone (which unfortunately wasn't very often) I was
rubbing his dick through his pants or exposing myself to him. Come to
think of it, a few times the elevator wasn't empty. At meals I would rub
my foot into his crotch if he sat across from me and flirt with the
waiters. My motto for the week was, "Why button more than you need to?"
allowing plenty of other husband and a number of their sons to get an
eyeful while Greg looked on. There were a number of couples we seemed to
pass on a regular basis where their husband would be looking at me the
entire time waiting for me to tease him. Then there were our balcony
friends who soon learned I loved to lay out topless with just enough to
not be bottomless as well. Nobody complained so why not?
Most of the chairs and lounges were taken, at least all the "good" ones
but that was looking at it from the perspective that you intended to
watch the movie. There were a few off to the side with obstructed views
that nobody was taking so I grabbed a couple of pool towels and spread
them out on one. Greg was looking around for something so I asked him
what he need.
"I'll see if I can get another chair," he said as he started to walk off.
I ran after him and grabbed his arm.
"One's all we need, right?"
"A little tight, don't you think,"
I grinned, "Exactly my husband."
I'd brought one of the blankets from our balcony with but it turned out
they had more as with the sky darkening the temperature was starting to
drop. It was still likely in the upper 60's but without the direct sun
it felt a little more n the chilly side. Fine with me as it's hard to
justify being covered by a blanket when it's90 degrees out1
The movie was started but I didn't care. Like what adult can stomach
this one more than once? Before settling down I sent Greg off on a
mission for a couple of glasses of wine and some popcorn. Even if we
didn't watch the movie I wanted my movie food.
While Greg was out I arranged our seat better, grabbing on of the
complimentary blankets and adding it to act as more of a seat cushion. I
raised the back to a comfortable height and laid down on my back,
feigning interest in the opening. I looked over and saw a dad with two
princesses enthralled with the movie. He looked about as interested as I
was and when I caught his eye I smiled at him. He smiled back and I was
pleased to see his eyes wandering. Too bad I was married! I laughed at
the irony and settled back to wait for Greg. I had to be careful with my
wrap which kept trying to UNwrap. Flashing husband is one thing, little
kids not so cool!
Greg finally made it back, huffing about long lines or whatever. He
handed me a glass of white wine while he had gotten himself a beer. Best
part was a bag of popcorn!
"Take a seat," I offered as I scooted over on to my side. The wrap
pulled back and exposed my bare legs up to about 3/5 upper thigh but
enough not to show any butt so I didn't try to pull it back into place.
I'd disposed of the flip flops when we arrived leaving me barefoot.
Greg worked his way onto the chair on his back with me on my side more or
less draped over him to fit without falling off. It really wasn't meant
for two people, that's for sure!
"Here, pull this over us," I told him, grabbing the blanket we'd brought
and tossing it over us.
Greg arranged the blanket such that we were covered from neck to feet. I
giggled thinking about the guys who had probably been watching wondering
if my wrap was going to go any higher. Ahhhhhh, they must be so
disappointed to see me covered up now. Any bets they wished THEY were
under it with me?
"What's so funny?" Greg asked, sounding a little annoyed as he was
probably thinking I was giggling at his discomfort.
"Oh nothing, let's just have fun, OK?"
For the next half hour or so I munched on popcorn as Greg felt me up
under the blanket. I wondered if people could see his hand moving under
the thick cloth, especially when it was on my butt. What they couldn't
see of course was he'd discovered I wasn't wearing a matching bikini
bottom... or ANY bottom for that matter. He'd started to say something
when his hand first touched my bare butt but I just shushed him and told
him to enjoy the movie. Yeah, like he was watching it any more than I
was.
Over time the accessibility qualities of my top became apparent as Greg
pulled the band down off my boobs, leaving me effectively topless with
just the blanket covering me. Together with pulling the wrap away from
my butt, had anyone pulled off the blanket I may as well be naked in
terms of what would be hidden from the general public. I glanced around,
looking to see if we were generating any interest but it seemed everyone
was just watching the movie, even the movie dad a few feet away.
After what seemed to be a reasonable waiting period, I figured it was
time to make this more interesting. Sort of like when do you date after
your husband dies. You may want to do it right away but you have to wait
an appropriate period before it's socially acceptable. So too was
fooling around in public. You might want to start immediately but things
you can get away with later on are not considered acceptable from the
start.
So far Greg had done little more than a typical guy on a date back in
high school. He'd felt up my butt and groped my boobs but that was about
it. As for me, I'd just relaxed and enjoyed it with my head on his chest
and my arm wrapped around him. I had my right leg draped over his right
leg, my crotch pressed tightly into his hip bone. Now and then he would
play with my hair which I loved as well. Anyone watching would think we
were just your average newlyweds enjoying a night out.
One by one I unbuttoned his shirt and then spread it out to uncover his
chest. Running my fingers through his hairy chest, I slowly but surely
made my way down until I met the resistance of his pants. As it's been
said, "resistance is futile."
"Feel good?" I asked him as I nuzzled in closer to press my breast
against his bare chest.
Greg couldn't help but look around as he just nodded but at least he
smiled.
"It gets better," I teased him as I started to move my hands down to his
pants.
Greg started to reach to push my hand away as I started to slip it under
his pants but I wasn't about to take no for an answer.
"You know... the more you move around the more people will notice."
He seemed to grasp my logic and relaxed as my hand slipped further down
until I could feel his dick. It wasn't exactly responding yet, most
likely he was too nervous but that could be overcome based on plenty of
past experience. I remember one guy I was dating that about leaped out
his seat when I put my hand on his crotch while sitting next to him in a
booth at a McDonald's. It wasn't all that crowded so the risk of being
seen was low and once I had my hand on his bare cock he didn't seem to
mind at all!
I could feel the warmth of Greg's cock as I just held him in my hand to
start. His thick pubic hair acted as a bed for my hand to rest, my thumb
gently stroking under the lip of his cock head, right where men tell me
it feels best. I lifted my head up just enough to look down and while I
could definitely make out my arm under the blanket, it wasn't like it was
TOO obvious what we were doing. Besides, who would say anything?
"Your cock feels so good in my hand my sweet husband," I murmured to him.
Greg countered by moving his arm on the side where I was laying so his
hand was twisted to feel my bared pussy. By now the poor wrap had pretty
much given up any hope of covering me, leaving just the blanket between
me and the cool night air.
"Mmmmmmm, I like that," I softly cooed as he fingered me. With my on leg
on top draped over his and my other lying flat it left him a nice space
in between to fit his hand without drawing attention.
Between my grip on his cock and the feel of my pussy, I could feel him
responding, slowly thickening and growing in my hand. The only thing
better than feeling a guy growing as I hold him is to have him grow as I
suck him. I've always been fascinated by cocks, especially when they
change magically from this flaccid small thing to a magnificent hard
erection. Even before I knew much about sex I use to stare at my dad's
dick when he would watch a porn movie or even just a sexy girl on TV and
his cock would grow until it emerged from his boxer shorts. Of course I
didn't know any better back then so I just assumed all men popped out of
their shorts when they grew. Even today as a 31 year-old housewife and
mother of two, I still get all horny and itchy when men send me photos of
their dicks growing stiff and hard looking at photos of me. It's the
perfect therapy for a girls with low self-esteem like me!
Eventually his dick grew until my fingers barely wrapped around him.
Without thinking I slowly stroked him, like a reflex reaction to his cock
in my hand. Stiff cock - stroke cock, right?
"Ohhhhhh," he groaned softly as my fingers played over his cock.
"Shhhhhh!" I warned him.
Yep, just as I knew it would Greg's little head began to wrest control
from his big one. I'd only been stroking him for maybe five or ten
minutes and not very fast at that when he started to leak precum. It was
like one thing led to another as his precum lubricated his shaft making
it all the easier for me to stroke him which just led to even more until
it was like a stream of liquid pouring from his stiff dick. If not for
the consistency and the fact it didn't small like a bathroom it was
almost like he was peeing in my hand!
The only negative was the more he was consumed by his growing lust, the
less he was able to focus on his hand by my pussy until eventually it was
just still between my crotch as I pressed down onto it and gently rubbed
myself on him. Typical man. Oh well, not like I wasn't enjoying the
hand job I was giving him.
I sort of lost track of time as it wasn't like I was in any rush to make
him cum. People walked by all the time but Greg wasn't paying any
attention now to anything but his cock in my hand. His eyes were closed
and he had that rather dazed look men get when I suck ion them and
they're getting close to their orgasm.
"Don't stop," he whispered hoarsely as he let out along breath. Yeah,
like THAT was something I was planning to do.
If there's one thing guys could never accuse me of it was being a
cockteaser. Oh maybe when I flirted but once I had a guy's dick in my
hand or mouth I wanted them to cum just as badly as they did. There was
none of this getting you close and quitting crap when you dated Kelly!
It was sort of like my fascination with the erection process. So too do
I LOVE to see a man ejaculate. It's just the coolest thing! The best
thing is once that train leaves the station, it never stops in that once
the process starts, there's no stopping him until he does it. I could be
sucking on a boy and his parents walk in and if he's starting to cum I
don't care what happens between him and them, he's cumming in my mouth
one way or the other!
I felt his dick surge as the launch sequence counted down to zero. Greg
gasped as his first load shot out onto his stomach and then another,
followed by several more. Mmmmmmm, he was a horny guy all right! His
whole body seemed to quiver beneath mine as I could feel him jerking just
a little as he climaxed. Nothing anyone would have noticed had they not
known what we were doing but enough to turn me on.
"Geeze, what a mess," Greg whispered as almost instantly he switched from
horny guy squirting sperm to boring guy worried about the loads of cum
now all over his belly and how know what else.
Maybe in my teen years I might have put my head under the blanket and
licked him off but OK, I'll admit it... I'm not a teen slut anymore and
mothers my age just don't do those sort of things in a public place
surrounded by little kids and their parents. Not the sort of thing I
enjoy confessing but that's life I guess.
So instead I grabbed a pool towel I'd been thoughtful enough to stash
next to the seat within reach beforehand and used it clean up things as
best I could. Greg worked on fixing his pants and shirt while I pulled
up my bikini top, hopefully high enough to keep from flashing all the
eight year old boys and girls.
"Had enough of the movie?" I asked him teasingly once we were more or
less in a state of dress ready for public view.
"Movie?" he joked and we both laughed. Not like either of us had watched
a frame.
Now came the tricky part - standing up without exposing my bare ass to
everyone. I'd tried to pull down the wrap as best as I could but without
standing up it was pretty much impossible to get it right. Hmmmmmm,
maybe I should've worn the thong after all?
I ended up using the blanket as a wrap as I stood up on my bare feet
while Greg followed once I was off of him. Trying to hold the blanket
together with one hand, I reached inside and did my best to adjust the
wrap until I was pretty sure I wouldn't hear any gasps when I dropped the
blanket. Sure enough, I dropped it and no gasps.
I looked around for my flip flops and grabbed my purse. Before we left I
looked after at Movie Dad whose kids were still mesmerized by their
little princesses. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I just smiled
back and winked. Something told me he hadn't been watching much of the
movie either!
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Formal Night
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When I first found out that there was going to be a "formal night" I
immediately had visions of the movie Titanic and everyone dressed up in
tuxedos and gowns. While some people actually do go full out, more
research told me a really nice dress would suffice. Of course that meant
buying a new one as what girl wears a used dress to such an event? Well,
at least not me.
It took a while but I found one I really liked. Steve wanted to see it
but I teased him, telling him I wanted my "husband" to be the first to
see me in it. Even though I was just teasing he didn't seem all that
thrilled about it. Oh well, there you go. It's not like this wasn't his
fault in the first place.
A few hours before dinner I started to get ready. Greg was taking a nap
so I undressed and got in the shower. Yet again I was reminded how nice
it was to have a full suite as the shower was much larger than I'd
expected. The hot water flowed down over me as I washed and rinsed my
hair. I thought about Steve, wondering how things were going with him
and Amelia. Would they be dressing up? I knew Steve had brought his
suit. I tried to get him to rent a tuxedo but that went over like a lead
balloon. Steve's not a "suit guy" to begin with so just getting him to
put on a tie was quite an accomplishment!
The more I thought of my real husband the more I missed him. Was it
worth doing the cruise without being with him? I probably could have
convinced my dad to pay for one just for the two of us although it had
been a lot easier once he found out the circumstances for this trip.
Sure I was enjoying myself but I knew by the end of the week I'd be more
than ready to return to the arms... and dick... of my husband!
With my eyes closed and the water cascading over me I caressed my
breasts, cupping them and squeezing them together as my nipples poked
between my fingers. God was I so dang horny! My pussy itched so bad I
squeezed my thighs today almost like I was trying to hold back going to
the bathroom. It didn't help. Keeping one hand on my breast, I reached
down and palmed my pussy, fingers reaching between my legs and pressing
down on my clit. Mmmmmmm, felt so good to rub myself!
I began to fantasize about Steve fucking Amelia while Greg and I watched.
It was so hot to imagine her with my husband, only the second man she'd
ever had sex with. After being fucked by Greg, I knew she was getting an
upgrade this week. Would she ever be fully satisfied by her real husband
ever again or would she remember how it felt to have Steve fucking her
whenever she was with Greg?
My mind wandered to thoughts of leaving Greg and lying next to Amelia as
my husband thrust slowly in and out of her. I could almost taste her
boobs as my tongue flicked over her rock hard nipples, feeling her hot
breath on my neck as I sucked on them. My head turned to the side, I
could see Steve's rock hard erection appear and then disappear again
inside of her as he fucked her slowly, making her beg for more, crying
out to be fucked harder and faster but he just teased her with his cock.
I rubbed my clit, just as I would watching my husband enjoying the feel
of another woman's pussy around his hard cock. I'd kiss her, tongues
intertwined as she moaned with the ecstasy of the best orgasm a man had
ever given her, like none her husband ever had.
My own orgasm swelled within me as I pictured Steve starting to
ejaculate, spewing his sperm into another woman as I watched, fingering
my own pussy as he came inside of her. Was he thinking of me when he
shot his cum into Amelia or was it just blind lust driving him, focusing
on nothing more than the feel of her warm wet pussy surrounding his
incredible dick?
My whole body jerked violently as I came, my cries echoing in the shower
as my orgasm peaked and filled me. I clasped my free hand over the first
and pressed down hard into my crotch, bending over as I held my breath
and tried to maintain this feeling as long as possible. Finally I
couldn't hold back any longer and exhaled and then just as quick drew in
a deep breath, groaning with pleasure.
It was like I couldn't move, like I was frozen in this position in the
shower stall. The water felt so good over me, like my entire body was
sensitized to the slightest touch.
Did I ever mention I LOVE to masturbate?
Finally I turned off the water and sighed. Opening the glass door I
reached for a towel and dried myself off standing on the mat outside the
shower. Now THAT's what I call a shower!
Checking on Greg, he was still sleeping so I returned to the bathroom to
dry my hair and get ready. It was almost an hour before I checked out
the results in the mirror and smiled. OK, so sue for being a bit
egotistical me but I think I looked pretty damn good for a 31 year-old
mother of two.
In the closet hung a clothes bad with my dress. Pulling it out, I
checked it over and it seemed to have weathered the trip pretty well so
far. It was actually quite similar to a dress I'd worn to a school dance
way back in high school. Of course it was black - what else? I'd
debated long and hard as to whether I should invest in a fancy thong to
wear under it - no way was I going to wear a bra in any case. While my
boobs were now solid B's, actually close to a C since the birth of my
second daughter, I was fortunate to defy gravity in that they were almost
as firm and perky as when I was eighteen. How many more years I'd be
able to claim that was unknown but I wasn't complaining.
Like my school dress, this one was long - down to the floor WITH four-
inch heels. It draped over one shoulder, leaving the other bar as it
curved down and revealed as much cleavage as possible without my boobs
popping out. My nipples aren't as dark as some girls nor as large as say
my BFF Beth's. It was actually fortunate (though Steve might disagree in
that assessment) as had mine been like hers the dress wouldn't have
covered them fully.
From there it fit me like a piece of Sara Wrap to my hips where it feel
to the floor with a slit up the left side. This was where it varied just
a little from my high school dress. Back then since I had to wear it to
school I couldn't get one that came up TOO high on my hip as the jerks
chaperoning the dance would likely have sent me home. As it was I got a
few second glances and not because they were admiring my exposed leg.
The new version I'd bought didn't have to contend with such narrow-
mindedness so it came up almost to the side of my hip. Standing up it
closed and was almost invisible but all I had to do was start walking and
it opened and closed like a flag waving.
Sitting down was the most fun as I had several options. If I wanted to
be the most modest I could grab the upper portion and keep it down and
over myside, almost entirely hiding anything underneath. At the other
end of the spectrum I could pretend not to notice how it would ride up,
especially when I crossed my legs, and display my entire leg from the
side. Something told me which option I'd be choosing for most of the
evening and it wasn't the first.
Of course a new dress requires new shoes and I'd bought a matching black
pair with stiletto heels that made me over four inches taller. This late
in summer my legs were tan and having just shaved this morning they would
be smooth to the touch. Hmmmmmm, I wondered who would put that to the
test?
Around my ankle I'd brought a light ankle bracelet to remind me of the
man who'd made this all possible - my father. He'd bought it for me when
I was still in high school before we even started having sex, just to be
a wonderful father! Of course like all gifts he gave me I had to pose
wearing it and like all gifts, all I could wear was his gift for the mini
photoshoot session. Since then I'd treasured it and wore it to many
special occasions.
Around my neck I wore a present from my mother - a gold chain with a
small diamond cross. I loved it and not just because my mom gave it to
me shortly after I'd lost my virginity. It also reminded me of my faith
and religious obligation to be a loving and submissive wife and daughter.
If what I was doing this week didn't demonstrate my submission to my
husband then I don't know what could.
Next was a pair of diamond earring from my husband - a gift after I'd
announced I was pregnant for the first time. They always reminded me of
him as well as our beautiful daughters.
Finally came a matching gold bracelet, a gift that I'd never told anyone
who it was that gave it to me. It really didn't matter WHO he was but
more what it represented. He'd been married at the time and I knew his
wife from church. Their marriage was struggling and for the first time
he was considering cheating on her. Their daughter was in my youth group
so I often would see him and we'd get to talking. I knew from listening
to his wife at Bible Study, asking for prayer for their marriage, that
things weren't going so well which only served to perk my ears as such
opportunities don't come around every day. It took a few months but
eventually I was able to bring him around to where he was able to
rationalize committing adultery with me. While he was initially hurt by
my refusal to repeat out initial tryst, in the end I watched as their
marriage grew stronger now that he had these urges addressed. Then one
day he'd given me a present - a gold bracelet, as thanks for what I'd
done for him. I was overwhelmed and to this day I treasure it.
All decked out, I returned to the bedroom to find Greg out on the balcony
watching the beautiful scenery go by. Somewhere along the line he'd
woken up and gotten dressed for dinner. I had to admit he cleaned up
pretty good! Stepping out in the glare of the sunshine, I stood by his
side, my arms on the rail as I took in the spectacular view.
"Beautiful," he said softly looking straight ahead.
"Scenery or me?" I teased him, standing up and striking a pose.
I knew what he's meant but when he looked at me I could see in his eyes
that he was about to change his answer.
"Wow!" he whistled, "You look incredible!"
"Oh yes she does!" I heard above us. Sure enough, Ron was hanging over
the railing staring down at me!
"Hey, you looking down my wife's dress?" Greg taunted him.
"Can I help it if the scenery in Alaska is so beautiful?" he replied back
with a grin but I saw his eyes never left my bust.
We all laughed and then Greg put up a finger as if to tell me to wait.
Turns out that was exactly what he meant.
"Wait here a minute, I've got to get my camera!"
I was about to protest as one of our rules for the week was supposedly no
photos but then I guess that was more pertaining to nudity and sex.
Heck, every guy on the ship would be seeing me shortly so why not let
Greg take a few?
"Back up to the rail Kelly," he directed me when he returned.
"Spectacular... great mountains, great tits, REALLY great legs."
I twisted a bit, allowing the slit to do its thing as it opened up and
exposed my entire leg and most of my hip.
"Whoa, are you wearing anything under that?" Greg asked as he snapped one
after another. Thanks goodness for digital cameras!
"You'll just have to find out later," I teased. I looked up and Ron was
still watching, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was staring at another
man's wife while his own must have been someone close by.
"I vote for nothing!" he called down grinning. I wasn't about to settle
the question on way or another but I did pull back the back half to show
off a little more of my butt though not enough to put to rest any
questions over whether I had a high-top thong or not.
"That dress shows off your legs perfectly Kelly," Greg complimented me.
I was beaming. I love it when men tell me I look good, but then what
girl doesn't? Why else do they make dresses like this one in the first
place? I felt like a princess. It was so light and without anything
under it I could almost imagine I was naked.
"About time to go," Greg said, looking down at his watch. Looking up at
Ron, he grinned as Ron gave him a thumbs up. A few naughty thoughts went
through my head but by then we were inside with the sliding glass door
shut once more.
"You know, I'd bet anything he'd fuck you in a heartbeat after seeing you
in that dress," Greg laughed.
"isn't that the point?" I said teasingly.
"Damn, you ARE a slut," he sighed.
"And you just figured THAT out now?" I laughed, tossing my hair back over
my shoulders.
"Good point," he nodded, "Let's go... I can't wait to show you off."
Yeah, he was just like my "real" husband. Steve always tells me the same
thing, about how he loves to go out and show me off like I was his trophy
wife. It's probably the same train of thought as when he tells me he
loves to watch me being fucked by other men. The more he sees the desire
of other men for me, the more they want to fuck me, heck the more they
actually fuck me, the hotter it is for him knowing when the day is done I
go home with him and he gets to claim me as his.
We stepped out into the passageway where other couple were already on
their way dressed in their fancy outfits. I was thrilled to get my first
stares - one of appreciation from the husband and another of jealousy
from his wife. Perfect!
I'd expected this to just be for dinner but it turned out to be an entire
affair as a couple of photographers were taking pictures of everyone
(which I'm sure would be available later at some ridiculous price).
Maybe half the people I saw were dressed up with the rest apparently not
into this sort of thing but so far as I was concerned it was their loss.
This was fun! I looked around to see if I could spot Steve and Amelia
but without any luck. It was a big crowd so it wasn't surprising but I
was curious what she had brought to wear and how it compared with my
dress.
"Do you mind if we get a portrait made?" Greg asked me as I held his arm.
I just smiled and shrugged. Why not?
We got in line and I checked out the other women - just as they were all
doing themselves. The husbands were doing something similar but in their
case it was for different purposes. Women were being critical, looking
for any flaw in the other whereas the men were just checking the ladies
out, no doubt fantasizing about a few of them - hopefully I was one of
those lucky ones.
When it was our turn we took our position and I smiled as I noticed a
number of women pursing their lips in disapproval. I wondered if they
realized that their jealousy was more of a compliment to me than the
stares from their husbands! I made sure to turn just enough to cause my
dress to open and pushed my leg out to bare it even more as the
photographer took the shot.
"Yep... you're indeed a sexy slut!" Greg whispered in my ear as we moved
off to the side with his hand planted on my butt over my dress. So long
as he kept it over the dress I was fine but without any panties on I
wasn't going to let him get away with anything more. The whole point was
to tease, not to flash.
We made our way to the elevator where along with a number of other
couples we waited to board to go to the deck where we would eat. The
elevator was crammed tight with us in the back, perfect for Greg's
purposes as it turned out with his hand immediately snaking in through
the slit in my dress to check out my bare butt.
"Naughty boy," I whispered as I pressed back hard against the wall of the
elevator to trap his hand before he could get any further. The elevator
opened then, depriving him of further opportunity as we all got out and
headed to the dining room.
"Kelly!" I heard someone cry out and then I finally saw Amelia, Steve
dutifully by her side. She was dressed in a black dress as well but
nothing compared to mine. While it did a nice job of exposing some
cleavage, other than that it seemed a bit baggy to me and even with her
plus size figure she should have worn something a little more tight
fitting.
"That's a beautiful dress," Amelia gushed as we met. Then she looked
down to where my leg was exposed and I could see her eyes widen. "Oh
my...I could never wear anything like THAT!" was all she could say.
Whether she meant she couldn't because of how revealing it was or she
couldn't because of her figure, it didn't matter as both would probably
been right.
"So... how are things going?" I asked her as the guys compared notes or
whatever it was they were discussing beyond earshot. It could have been
most anything given they were guys.
For a moment he eyes dropped and her happy expression cracked just a bit
but then she beamed again although it seemed more forced this time.
"Everything's OK," she said. Just OK? She was shacking up with my
husband, only the second man she'd ever been in bed with in her life, and
things were "OK"?
"You're husband has been so wonderful," she added, "I couldn't ask for
anything more from him."
As in more dick or more polite? I almost laughed as I pondered the
question but I didn't want to do anything to upset her.
"Well Greg has been great as well."
Amelia smiled wryly. "So I've seen."
My eyebrows raised and I waited for her to continue.
"I saw you at the movie, I couldn't believe what you were doing!"
"We were just laying down watching the show," I countered.
Amelia shook her head. "More like BEING the show from what I saw."
"Well, isn't that sort of the point this week?" I asked defensively.
"Maybe," she said, looking over to see if the dining room was open yet,
"But I guess I didn't expect you to be... to be... well, to be so brazen
about it!"
Just then the doors opened and the crowd started to move. Steve and Greg
took the arms of their respective "wives" and we made our way to our
assigned tables. We had seats at opposite sides of the room so that was
the last I saw of them that night.
"Everything OK?" Greg asked as we walked to our table, "Amelia seemed a
little agitated."
I debated whether to tell him anything but then figured why not? "She
saw us at the movie."
Greg just grinned. Obviously he didn't mind that his wife had seen
another woman jerking him off in public under the cover of a thin
blanket. But then what mad wouldn't if given the chance?
"So how did Steve say things were going?" I asked, a little curious.
"I don't know, we didn't talk about it."
Figured!
We introduced ourselves to our dinner companions. No doubt Greg was
happy that I was the youngest women there by at least ten years. From
the initial looks I was getting, the other husbands didn't mind either.
With the table serving as cover, I crossed my legs and didn't bother to
arrange my dress, allowing it to fall between my legs in front, exposing
pretty much my entire leg and hip on the one side. With more self-
control than usual I restrained myself from looking but I couldn't help
but wonder who was checking me out from the table next to us!
Dinner was rather uneventful. I loved the king crab - red Lobster would
never be the same again! Amazingly Greg was able to eat with one hand
most of the meal as his other was planted on my bare leg the rest of the
time. He probably would've gone further fi he thought he could have
gotten away with it but it wasn't like I had a blanket over me like he'd
had during the movie. It must have been making him horny though as we
finished quickly and he announced we were leaving - the first at our
table to do so. My suspicions were confirmed as we walked out and he
whispered in my ear that he couldn't wait to get back to the room!
Well, I had better ideas. I hadn't bought this dress to just wear for a
photo and dinner. Having left so early, we were one of the first to walk
out which had the advantage of making it easy to get an elevator by
ourselves. Greg reached for our floor but I pushed his hand away and
pressed the top button. He looked at me and I just smiled.
"I'm not ready to go back yet Greg," I said softly, "I want you to fuck
me."
"That was sort of the plan," he said looking a little confused.
"Not in our room silly!"
I grabbed his hand and pulled it in so his hand was finally free to roam
underneath. The elevator started to move as I felt his palm against my
bare butt and then his fingers checking me out.
"Ohhhhhh, so you really aren't wearing any," he announced with a grin as
he reached under and between my legs, his finger finding my pussy without
anything in the way.
"Surprised?"
Greg laughed, pressing his finger into me, "Can't say I am. Actually I
would have been surprised had you BEEN wearing any."
I pretended to be shocked although I did nothing to deter him from
feeling me up. "Greg, just what kind of girl do you think I am?"
"I know exactly what kind of girl you are," he practically growled, the
lust in his tone becoming more pronounced.
Just then the elevator stopped and he barely got his hand out from my
dress when the doors opened. Nobody was there though... false alarm. We
stepped out and made our way over the enclosed walkway to the lounge at
the stern of the ship. I hadn't been here yet but I'd read about it in
the brochure. It was supposed to offer a great view being one of the
highest points we could go on the entire ship. One additional feature I
liked - nobody under 21 was allowed in so no kids to worry about.
Greg escorted me into the lounge as I hung onto his arm like we were
newlyweds. It was pretty deserted as apparently we were there well
before the usual activities started. I didn't even see anyone at the
bar. Off to the one end was some dude with his computer doing something
and other than that the only other couples were two old folks sitting
near the window watching the wake behind the ship and a foursome sitting
off to themselves seemingly having a good time laughing and joking.
"Want to dance?" I asked Greg.
Greg didn't look exactly enthusiastic about my idea. "There's no music,"
he answered.
"So?" I responded smiling sweetly at him, "C'mon, let's have some fun."
"Fun" wasn't exactly the way Greg seemed to think when it came to dancing
but then he'd never dance with me. Nobody seemed to be paying any
attention to us as we centered ourselves in the tiny so-called dance
floor. We assumed a classic dance position holding hands with my other
hand on his shoulder and his on my back.
"Really?" I teased him reaching back and pulling his hand down, "You've
been trying to grope me all night!"
Greg finally smiled as he planted his hand firmly on my butt. "You have
such a sweet ass," he said softly as he gave it a squeeze.
We just kinda shuffled around but it didn't matter as dancing wasn't
really on our minds. I pressed in tight against him with my head into
his shoulder as he continued to rub and squeeze my butt.
"You know, I didn't pick this dress out so you would rub my bottom over
the top of it," I tried to hint.
At first it was like he didn't get it but it seemed he wanted to check
out the "crowd" before doing anything so blatant. Like who cared? Not
me, that's for sure. It wasn't like we were surrounded by kids this
time.
Finally! I could feel Greg shifting to slip inside the side of my dress
until his warm bare hand was on my hip. He just kept it there for what
seemed the longest time until slowly - and I do mean SLOWLY, he inched it
under more and around to the back. Sheesh, I felt like a teenager again
being felt up in a guy's car by some horny teenage boy afraid he was
going to get shot down if he moved too fast. Back then I never told them
to stop and some things haven't changed in the fifteen years or so since.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels good," I murmured into his shoulder as he cupped my
buttock in his hand. Funny I guess. For someone who simply HATES anal
sex, I LOVED my butt to be touched and played with. So long as a guy
stayed away from my asshole he had free rein so far as I was concerned.
"Amelia would kill me if I ever did this with her."
I wiggled my bottom just a little and replied, "Well, I'm not Amelia, am
I Greg?"
Greg chuckled saying, "No, that's for sure!"
"I bet she wouldn't do this either," I said reaching in between us and
rubbing his crotch with the palm of my hand.
"You can say that again," he sighed, "Maybe we should go back to the room
now."
"Later," I said firmly this time, "But not until I get what I want."
"Oh?"
I wasn't about to tell him what I wanted. Heck, if he couldn't figure
THAT out with the way I was gripping his now erect dick in my hand
through his pants then there was no hope for him. I reached my hand
around and started to pull down his zipper.
"Kelly!" he hissed at me, "People can see us."
"Exactly," I giggled as I started to explore inside his pants. He
started to tug at my hand but I fought back. "You know, the more of a
scene you make the more people will wonder what's going on. Just stay in
close to me."
"Oh fuck, I can't believe you're doing that," he groaned as I finally
wormed my way through his open pants and underwear until I had my prize
in hand... literally!
"I love holding your hard dick in my hand while we dance Greg," I cooed,
"This is so beautiful... the ship, the ocean, your hard cock..."
"Can we at least take a seat?" he asked with a hint of desperation.
Well, he certainly was no Steve, that was for sure! My hubby would have
been egging me on rather than trying to go hide.
"Whatever," I sighed, pulling my hand out.
Greg led me over to a circle of chairs as far away from everyone as he
could find. I could still hear the laughter and carrying on although
from this distance it was hard to really see what they were doing. I
guess that was Greg's thoughts as well. Oh well, half a loaf is better
than none, right?
"Now where was I?" I giggled as I reached over and found his cock again.
It took a little work, especially since he didn't seem to want to help,
but I was finally able to free him enough to get maybe half his cock
poking out. Greg kept twisting his head around keeping an eye on
everyone but apparently nobody was paying us any attention. Well, his
big head might be all worried but his little one certainly didn't care.
Mmmmmmm, he was so nice and hard!
"Do you like it when I stroke your cock Greg?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "Of course... it's just insane to do it here
though."
"Why? I think this is the perfect place," I countered, "But then, any
place is perfect when it comes to sucking a man's dick, don't you agree?"
Before he could react to what I was implying, I was on my knees between
his legs working on his cock with both hands, pushing down his pants to
expose as much as I could without unbuckling him. While I might like a
little fun I also know how far to go. Well, usually I do, LOL.
I quickly too his dick in my mouth and I felt him jump at the contact
with my tongue on the head. Then I let it out and licked up and down
along the side, my eyes looking up at his and I tried to smile best I
could while my tongue ran along his shaft.
"Oh my god," he sighed, shifting his weight to slouch down which allowed
me better access to his horny cock. Yep, right on schedule as the little
guy was taking control from the big one.
My biggest fear was he would cum too soon and spoil everything. At
Greg's age it wasn't like he was a teenage boy with the recovery rate of
an Energizer Bunny. If I got careless and overdid things then we WOULD
be heading back to the room!
"Ever get a blowjob from Amelia in public?" I asked naughtily as I kissed
the tip of his cock.
"Shit, just GETTING one is hard enough," he groaned as I took him back in
my warm mouth. "I thought this sort of thing only happened in porn
movies."
That made me giggle which must have felt good to him given his dick was
still engulfed in my mouth as he jumped a little. Ooops! Not too much
as I had a better place for his sperm waiting for it. Obviously he
wasn't going to last much longer so I accelerated my plans a bit.
"I want you to fuck me Greg," I said softly in a husky voice as I stroke
his dick all slick with my saliva.
"Well, let's get going then!" he grinned, not understanding my intent. I
guess that's the sort of mindset a man gets when married to a woman like
Amelia. Well, Greg was about to learn what it was like to be married to
a woman like me...
"Nope," I grinned, "I want you to fuck me NOW!"
"Kelly!" he started to protest but I wasn't having none of it. I stood up
and did a quick check to make sure we wouldn't be TOO noticeable. Coast
was clear - relatively speaking, so I pulled my dress to the side
revealing to him my bare pussy as I climbed aboard the Greg Express. The
chair was wide enough for my knees to fit and straddle him. As wet was I
was at that moment he easily slid inside of me as I reached down to guide
him while I dropped down onto his lap. Before he even knew what was
happening I was sitting on his lap with his erection buried inside of me!
"This is crazy!" he hissed but his instincts betrayed him as he revealed
his lust for me as his dick pressed up into me.
"God I've been wanting you in me all night Greg!" I sighed as I put my
arms around his neck and kissed him. "Fuck me... Oh Greg fuck me!"
Other than our obvious position I doubted that anyone even close by would
actually SEE anything as my dress covered my butt. Oh sure in front my
bare crotch was exposed such that I could look down and see Greg's dick
as it disappeared inside of me but that would be hidden from anyone
else's view. It wasn't like I was riding a bucking bronco but the gentle
rhythm of me riding his dick would have been a dead giveaway.
Greg's breathing and the expression on his face spoke volumes. Yep, he
was almost there already! Again I couldn't help but compare him to the
teenage boys I use to fuck, cumming so quickly the first time. Only
thing with Greg though was instead of packing a loaded revolver he had a
musket that was only good for one shot so I needed to make it count.
"Cum in me Greg," I whispered into his ear as I rocked my hips to draw
him in and out of me, "Give it to me... give it all to me."
"OH!" he suddenly let out more loudly than I'm sure he would have liked
had he been thinking straight but what man thinks at all when he's about
to orgasm? The train was leaving the station and nothing was going to
derail it now no matter what happened.
I could feel him bucking under me, thrusting his cock even deeper into me
as he came. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine the tip of his dick so
deep inside of me and the sperm that it was spewing out to fill me. Each
time I felt him jerk I imagined another stream of his adulterous sperm
shooting out like a firehouse as one load of his cum after another
entered me.
"That's it Greg, give it to me," I moaned into his ear, "I want it all!"
"Oh shit," he groaned as he finished, his shoulder slumping as his head
went back and he stared into the ceiling.
For a few moments I just stayed there, my bare butt planted on his lap
with his now spent dick still within me. It felt so warm in me! Nothing
make me feel more complete, more like a woman, more sensual and
desirable, than when my body is coupled with a man's, my pussy no longer
empty but filled as it was meant to be.
"Satisfied?" he asked as I felt him trying to lift me off of him.
Typical man! Now that he'd cum who cares about the girl? I would have
loved to just stay like this, our bodies blended as one trying to keep
him in me as long as possible as he dwindled. Oh well, maybe I'd get
more later if I was lucky.
"Oh you wanted it as much as I did," I teased him as I backed off his lap
and stood up, straightening my dress back around me.
He didn't argue that time!
"So NOW can we go back to our room?"
"Well... only if you promise to fuck me again," I teased him as he zipped
himself back up again.
Greg smiled as he stood and took my hand to lead me out. "Now THAT's a
promise I can keep."
We kissed briefly and headed out. Just before we hit the ramp I heard
clapping. We both turned around and saw the small group looking at us
and applauding. Greg's face turned a brighter red than I would have
thought possible.
"oh god!" he groaned.
"Hey, it's no fun if someone doesn't see us," I teased him.
"You're incredible Kelly," he sighed as we walked out, "Steve is a lucky
man."
Speaking of which, I wondered how things were going with Steve and
Amelia. Too bad they couldn't have been in the lounge to watch us!
Maybe Amelia might have learned something about how to please your
husband. Then again, if I knew my Steve he was probably giving her
lessons right then.
By the way... Greg DID keep his promise!
Chapter 6 - Back Home
=====================
All in all I enjoyed the cruise, enough that I'd like to take another
soon so maybe I need to work on my dad some more! Only next time it's
going to be me with my REAL husband and someplace where we can do more
wearing less clothes like in the Caribbean.
I'm not sure who was more thankful to have her real husband back - me or
Amelia although I'm not so sure Greg wouldn't have minded extending our
time together. Steve, on the other hand, was definitely ready to take me
back!!!Once off the boat we pretty much split up and that was the last
interaction we had. Given our normal policy is not to repeat even our
usual one-night swaps with the same couple, a week was definitely more
than enough for me. If anything, it made me all the more thankful we
imposed that rule from the start even though there had been times when an
encore performance would have been fun. Really, what's the point in
having sex with the same guy twice unless he's family? It's not like
there's any shortage of ready and willing dicks available. Like I've
always said, any girl who can't get laid within thirty minutes simply
isn't trying.
Surprisingly, we both pretty much slept on the lights home. With the
time changes and spending weird nights without much darkness, we were
both fairly exhausted. It was rather ironic that all week I'd been
dreaming of being back in my husband's arms having sex and now that I had
him to myself I just slept with my head on his shoulder.
I suppose it goes without saying that when we got home we made up for
lost time! With the girls still with their grandmother until the next
day Steve and I got to do what we hadn't in ages - fuck all night in our
own bed with no interruptions! God I missed him!
Although we were supposed to pick up our daughters the next day, first
things first. It just happened our first full day back was Sunday which
meant church which meant spending some quality time with my dad
beforehand. It was rare we missed a week but the last Sunday was
unavoidable with our trip and all. So now not only had we missed a week
but I also owed my dad a BIG thank-you for funding our cruise. Of course
he had never stated anything about owing him a thing but there are just
things you do out of simple respect and courtesy.
Fortunately I'd set the alarm on my phone or I probably would never have
woke up in time. I had no idea when Steve finally ran out of steam (or
sperm should I say?) but it was late and thankfully very dark for the
first time in over a week. As tempting as it was to hit the snooze I got
out and showered as once I start down that road I'd be in bed another
hour. It's not like I had a reputation for being early, quite the
opposite in fact. All too often we ended up doing just a quick BJ or
maybe squeezing in a quick fuck and then it was racing to church to get
there before the first hymn was over. Today of all days I wanted to be
early!
The shower felt good, especially getting my hair clean again. Steve had
been extra horny last night, that was for sure. Usually he would cum in
my pussy or at least on it, then maybe now and then in my mouth but he
knew I really preferred not getting it all over me, especially my hair
where it seems to be impossible to get out and even more so if allowed to
dry. Still, there are times when he gets carried away and I guess I
couldn't blame him last night. Heck, one week was the longest we'd gone
with sex of some sort since we said our vows!
Soooooo, when Steve was ready to cum quickly when I started blowing him
in bed, he insisted on playing macho porn star and jerked himself off to
finish so he could shoot it into my open mouth. Ladies... things like
this happen when your husband watches too much porn. The problem was
that he got so carried he was jerking all over the place and cum was
flying everywhere. A little on my tongue but the vast majority on my
face, in my eyes, forehead, and inevitably in my hair. While I wiped
most of it off my face with the sheet (Steve, ever the homophobe, refuses
to kiss me if I have cum on my face or mouth) I still could feel it in my
hair and I just knew it was going to be a pain in the neck sooner than
later.
Well, several passes with my shampoo and conditioner and I finally got
the mess out but the entire time I was muttering about how this was never
going to happen again. Yeah and while I'm at it I may as well declare
the sun will never again rise in the east. Still, a girl can hope,
right?
While on the cruise I'd found a pretty sundress at a shop in one of the
stops we made and convinced Greg to buy it for me. It made me smile to
see him frown at the rice but then if you want to marry a slut then you
better be ready to deal with the maintenance fees. Just ask Steve - he's
always complaining to my dad about me being "high-maintenance" like he
expects to get any sympathy from him after having raised me through my
teen fashion years!
The sundress was a light peasant girl style in that it was strapless with
an elastic top around my boobs that always appeared to be one slip away
from falling down and letting my boobs pop out. Maybe I should have
brought one size bigger but I actually liked the look. Of course I would
never admit that I'd tested it out in the dressing room by bouncing hard
up and down and the girls stayed home no matter how hard I tried to free
them. Why ruin the suspense?
It was definitely not the shorted sundress I owned but then it wasn't
exactly conservative either. It was just long enough that I could sit
down without having to tug it down hard to keep it under my butt. With
some of my shorter ones I could hardly sit down in certain places because
unless I grabbed the hem and held it down as I sat the next thing I knew
I could feel the chair seat against my bare bottom.
Not that I went commando or anything like that. First, the dress was
just a little bit sheer. Opaque enough that inside it wasn't an issue
but outside with the sun behind me it didn't leave much to the
imagination. Second, I WAS going to church and while I'd never shied
away from having fun at church, THAT was done in the proper time and
place rather than flashing the pastor and any other guy with his eyes
riveted to my ass. I suppose it comes with the territory as you get
older in that you learn to be more respectful of others even when it's
not what you WANT to do.
Often times when I was running late I'd just through a pair of panties or
a thong ion my purse to put on after my dad was done with me since they'd
just be coming off anyways so why waste the time? Yeah I know, it take
two seconds to take them off but it just SEEMS like something unnecessary
I guess more than anything. With what was looking to be more than twice
the usual time we had most weekends I decided to surprise my dad and wear
something under my outfit.
It was sort of like when I lived at home in that the only time I wore
panties on a consistent basis was on dates. Actually those were also the
only times when I wore a bra as well. My mom had told me before I
started dating that guys love to see a girl in her underwear and more so,
to take it off of them. Sure enough, as always (well, mostly always) mom
was right. Oh sure guys fantasize about girls with no underwear but I
could tell they were so much more turned on after undressing me than if I
just dropped my dress and was naked.
Ready to go, I took one last look at my husband passed out on the bed.
Hopefully he'd wake up and be ready to go when I was back from church.
It was so strange not to worry about my girls and I missed them, even
when my little angels WERE a bit of a nuisance. I smiled seeing Steve
stretched out nude with the covers thrown off. After spending a week
with Greg I was definitely ending up with the better half of the deal
compared to what Amelia most likely had in her bed right now.
I gazed lovingly at Steve's limp cock, flopped over lying on a thick bed
of male pubic hair. Mmmmmmm, I wanted to run my fingers through it and
kiss his cock but I knew better than to tempt myself that way or I'd
never make it to daddy's house...
"Daddy!" I cried out when I finally arrived after driving over to his
house. He was waiting at the front door for me, evidently as anxious to
see me as I was to see him.
"So how was the cruise?" he asked, even though I'd told him a lot when
we'd talked on the phone over an hour while waiting at the airport the
day before. Of course I hadn't told him EVERYTHING.
"It was incredible daddy," I gushed, "Thank you so much for letting me
go!"
My dad smiled. Even though I was now in my thirties he still loved it
when I called him "daddy". Once when I thought I was getting too old for
such things I'd tried calling him by his first name. Whoa, I'll never
try THAT one again! I was always his little girl, his baby, or my
favorite, his little slut and I knew that wouldn't change even when I was
in my sixties.
"Nothing's too good for my little baby girl," he replied cheerfully,
hugging me close to him.
A couple hours later as I sat next to my dad in church my mind started
drifting during an especially boring sermon. I squeezed my crossed legs
together a little more tightly and felt the tingling sensation in my
crotch I always feel after being fucked well. I'd wiped off most of his
cum that was threatening to dampen my dress with his handkerchief on the
drive over but you never knew what still make an appearance. Well, it
wouldn't be the first time I'd stood up and had my dad walk behind me to
try and hide the wet spot on the back side of a dress.
Sometimes you don't know how good you have it until you don't. A whole
week without my dad or husband! Except for when I was away at school, I
couldn't even remember the last time that had happened. Heck, usually I
was counting the time in hours, let alone days and certainly not weeks!
Sitting in church was the perfect time to pray and be thankful for
everything in my life. A loving husband, two perfect daughters, parents
who loved me, a father who wasn't afraid to SHOW me his love, so many
friends! Who could ask for anything more?
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