Taking a vacation by myself was my husband's idea. True, we hadn't been getting along as well as formerly, especially in the bedroom. Maybe we'd started too young. I was barely eighteen when Bernard swept me off my feet. But after ten years of marriage, everything was routine. I mentioned this to him in a casual way. Something like: "Things aren't as exciting as once upon a time."

"Once upon a time?" he said. "No, I guess our life isn't a fairytale. Maybe some time apart..."

"Time apart? What do you mean?"

"Nothing permanent. Just a little vacation."

"You're getting rid of me?"

"No, not at all. But absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"So where would I go... on this... vacation?"

"Close your eyes, he said. What do you see?"

I closed my eyes. I saw the sea. The endless waves have always comforted me. I said to Bernard, "Maybe some kind of cruise?"

"Perfect," he said. "My friend Gerard is in that business. I'm sure he could arrange something."

So there I was, enjoying the Mediterranean on a small sailing yacht. Gerard himself along with his boy made up the crew. Then there was a newly married couple, honeymooners, and a single guy, Robert. Robert was older, a doctor, maybe in his early fifties, but quite fit, and he didn't hesitate to flirt with me. "What a nice bikini," he remarked on our second day out. I was on the rear deck, stretched out on my back, enjoying the sun. "But I hope it doesn't give you a tan line," Robert went on to say. "It would be a shame to spoil your beautiful bottom."

"So my bottom is not to be spoiled?" I flirted back. "In fact my husband gave me this swimsuit. A bon voyage present."

"Good of him. A generous man. I'm sure, though, that he'd want to give the sun a taste your breasts," Robert went on. "I'm sure he'd want to allow your breasts and the beams of sunshine that pleasure."

Robert was grinning in such an affable and persistent way that eventually, nonchalantly, I took off my top. And the sun did feel good. And it felt good knowing Robert was admiring my breasts.

Of course I knew we couldn't go too far. After all, Bernard's friend Gerard was on board. A de facto chaperone.

After a time of sunbathing I got up. I strolled to the rail. The sun was lovely. The water and the sky were lovely. Everything was lovely. I breathed the air and I felt good. At the same time, something was missing. And then Robert was standing beside me. I'd hoped he'd make some kind of move.

We stood side by side looking out at the sea. We didn't say anything. Sometimes a wave would rock the boat. Sometimes Robert would follow this motion, swaying against my body. I'm sure he could have prevented it, but I was happy he didn't. And then his hand was upon my bottom, resting gently. I let his hand remain there. I was pretty sure we were not in view. The honeymooners kept to their cabin. The crew, Gerard and his son, were assuredly in the wheelhouse. And anyway Robert's hand was not directly on my skin. His fingers rested on the material of my little bikini bottom, the gift from my husband.

But then his fingers gave the material a slight tug, slight but strong enough that I could feel the fabric now pressing against my sex lips, pressing my pubis, pressing my clit, and the boat rocked with the waves, and Robert kept the pressure firm until the fabric slipped between my labia, and I could feel the tug deep in the core of my cunt. I shivered with the pleasure. I said, "You're making me wet."

It was true. I hadn't meant to say anything. It just came out. Robert responded by saying, "Oh, I wouldn't want your beautiful bathing suit to get soiled. What would your husband say?" and before I could respond to that I felt his finger against the inner flesh of my thighs. No longer was the suit pressing me. His fingers had created a small space. My clit missed the pressure, but only for a moment, because his fingers were soon toying with the outskirts of my anus, teasing there, tracing the shy, secret skin in a way that made me squirm. I couldn't help but clench. Robert took this as a signal to explore further. His finger pushed forward, found my moisture, and drew it back against my asshole. I squeeze myself tight, keeping his finger out, but he timed his caresses so that when I relaxed, he pushed in, just a tiny amount. I squeezed him out, but when I relaxed, he pushed in again, a little further than before. I squeezed hard once more, but he wouldn't go out this time, and when I relaxed, he pushed in more, and I squeezed, and he stayed there, and when I relaxed he pushed in what felt like all the way, and I cried out, an airy gasp, like the cry of a faraway bird, and his finger stayed there, and it felt good.

We stay like that for a while, his finger in my asshole, with the ship rocking on the waves and me squeezing, timing my squeezes to the waves. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I was fine with it, at least for the moment, and the next moment, and the next. And then his other hand was at my front. His fingers were inside the suit, what there was of that triangular patch, and his palm was pressing down upon my mound. Just then a seabird swooped, smashing the waves, snagging a fish, and lifting up, the fish all but swallowed, and just then Robert's middle finger sluiced through the crease of my cunt and straight into my hot, welcoming wet. His fingers fucked me, my ass and my cunt, and almost immediately I came, a hard, wrenching come, my asshole and my cunt gulping at his thrusting fingers, and were it not for the ship's rails and perhaps his fingers anchoring me I would have fallen into the sea and drowned. At that moment I wouldn't have minded—truly I wouldn't have minded.

After a time Robert withdrew his fingers. I managed to keep my feet. I was ashamed to look at him. My body felt so good. So peaceful. Still it was mixed with the cling of shame.

"Nothing like the smell of sea air," Robert said. He made a show of sniffing his fingers. "Nothing better except the smell of a freshly fucked woman." He smiled at me. "Would you like a sniff?"

I shook my head.

Disregarding my professed wishes, he put his fingers, the ones that had been in my cunt, under my nose. I breathed my cunt scent. It smelled good.

"Have you ever tasted a woman?"

I shook my head again, even as I remembered Deidre when we were eleven and twelve, exploring each other, tasting each other, our vulvas flowering and flowing, our orgasms unexpected and outrageously thrilling.

The doctor again ignored my wishes. He inserted his fingers in my mouth. Gently but firmly he fucked my mouth with his cunt-scented fingers.

"I'd like to taste you," he said. His eyes were sly and serious. Above us, seabirds circled and soared.

He continued fucking his finger into my mouth until I sucked them, using my lips and tongue.

"Ah, you suck so good," he said. "Would you like to suck my big cock?"

I pushed his fingers out of my mouth. I put my hand on the front of his swimming trunks. The bulge of his cock.

"You're going to suck me now, aren't you?" he said.

I shook my head side to side. But even as I did, I pushed his suit down. I knew if I sucked him I'd want his cock in me. It's always that way. Sucking cock makes me desperate to get fucked. But I couldn't fuck him. I couldn't. His cock stood up. It was big. It was warm in my hand. The skin was silky smooth. There was a gleam of cum in the slit. He was so excited. His cock excited me. I moved my hand up and down the shaft. Only a few strokes, and his semen jetted over the rail and into the sea. Before anything else could happen, I turned and walked quickly to my cabin.

I squirmed out of my bottoms and fell face down upon the slim bed. My skin still tingled from the excitement and shame of the finger-fuck and from the trill of Robert's ejaculation into the sea. My fists still felt the warm stalk of his cock flesh. I tried to relax. In the neighboring cabin the newlyweds were fucking. I could hear the rhythmic slap of their bodies, her steady moans, now escalating as her excitement grew. My cunt squeezed emptily, aching for a cock to fill it. The ship creaked and rocked, rocked and creaked. The couple fucked and fucked. How could he last that long? My cunt wanted cock, but might have settled for fingers. Like a good girl, I kept my hands buried beneath the pillow, beneath my head. I imagined Robert entering my cabin. Approaching the small bed. Kneeling behind me. Prying open my ass. Bending low and licking me there, right on my exposed asshole. I knew his cock would be next. "No," I moaned, the fantasy so real.

Only a month before, my husband Bernard and I were downtown. A pair of boots in a shop window caught my eye. "Buy me those boots and you can have my ass," I'd joked. Bernard often pestered me for anal sex, but always I'd refused. I was sure it would hurt. I'd made this joke without thinking.

"Okay, it's a deal," Bernard said, snapping up my offer like a greedy fox.

Now I was stuck. He led me into the shop. He fetched a clerk, who happened to be a young woman. "Those boots in the window for my lady," he told her.

She had me sit, to make sure of my size. I didn't want to. I had a secret. I wasn't wearing panties. A private naughtiness. And the skirt of my dress was short. If I sat and she knelt before me and looked up... I couldn't let that happen. But Bernard insisted. It all happened just as I'd feared. The girl knelt. She measured my foot and looked up. No way could she not see my pussy. No way could she not smell the musk of my arousal, of my shame. Her eyes caught mine. She knew. She saw. Something passed between us, but her words were ordinary. "I think I have something to fit you. Be right back." I stood up. She brought the boots. "Shall we try them on?" she asked. "No," I answered, "I'm sure they're fine." Bernard said, "Try them on. Wear them home. To break them in," he added slyly. I knew what was on his mind. I had to sit again. I had to lift my leg so the salesgirl could slide the boot onto my foot. She zipped slowly, her eyes feasting on my cunt. When the zipper was all the way up, her eyes met mine. "Perfect," she said. "Now the other." She worked the zipper so slowly I thought I might come. She knew what she was doing. The second boot was on, the but girl's middle finger lingered behind my knee, caressing there as if she were caressing my clit. Another instant and I would come. I bolted to my feet.

She was right, the fit was perfect. As we were leaving the shop, the girl said, "I've put my card in the package, in case you need anything else."

At home Bernard said, "Don't forget your promise. Wear the boots but nothing else."

Meekly I went into the bedroom. I pulled my dress over my head. I lay face down on the bed, waiting for Bernard. The minutes seemed like hours. He entered our bedroom. I wouldn't look at him. I felt his eyes staring at my ass. I tried to relax, but I couldn't. "I can't do it," I told him. "You can take the boots back. I'm sorry."

After that we were both shy about sex. Day by day the distance between us grew.

I lay in the ship's cabin. The couple next door were quiet now. I must have missed their orgasms. The sun was slanting low on the water, streaming through the porthole. I should dress for dinner, I thought. But something kept me from moving. Maybe the imaginary weight of those once-upon-a-time red boots. And then there was a knock on the door.

Go away, I said, but not aloud. There was another tap, and then silence. I waited. I must have dozed off. My eyes blinked open. The porthole was dark. And Robert was tapping at my door again. Wouldn't he ever give up?

I got up from the bed and opened the door. But it wasn't Robert. It was the young bride from next door. I stepped back. "Sorry," I said, my hands covering my breasts. "I thought you were..."

She stepped into my cabin. Her gauzy nightgown shimmered gold from the cabin light. "Yours is so neat," she said, looking around. "Like an old fashioned pirate cabin. Ours is modern."

"The bed is pretty hard," I said.

"Ours is bigger," she said. "Maybe that's why they gave it to us. We're on our honeymoon."

"I guessed," I said with a smile. I let my hands fall from my breasts.

"I hope we're not disturbing you too much."

"No, not at all."

"Good. Anyway I came over to ask a big favor."

I waited.

"Do you happened to have any extra condoms we could borrow?"

"Oh," I said. "Um, no. Sorry."

"Rats," she said. "We went through the box so quickly. I don't suppose the old ones can be washed out?"

"Um, I don't think so. You saved them?"

"Yeah. I was afraid if we threw them overboard some fish or bird would choke on them."

"Very thoughtful of you."

"It's not that we don't want a baby, but not right away."

"I know what you mean."

"But we love each other so much."

"I can tell."

"You can? How?"

"Well, from the noises. And from how flushed your skin is."

"Oh. You can see right through my nightgown? Oh. It's rude of me to be wearing this when you're naked. I'm sorry." And just like that she removed her nightgown.

I couldn't help but grin. "You are very thoughtful."

"Thanks," she said, sitting in the little chair. Her lips formed a pout. "No extra condoms, huh?"

"I didn't bring any. Actually we're trying to get pregnant. In theory. And anyway, my husband's not here. So..."

"So Dax and I are fuck out of luck."

I laughed. "I guess you could put it that way, but there's always 69."

"What's that?"

"Surely you've heard of..."

"Is that where you kiss my pussy and I kiss yours?" She smiled impishly. Her hand reached between my legs. Her fingers found the quick of my cunt. "Oh, you're so hot and snug and slippery. I can see why men so love cunny." While her fingers probed, her thumb manipulated my clit. Her eyes held mine. Her lips parted. We could hear the work of her fingers. Her thumb knew what it was doing. Her fingers pressed forward. I was an inch from orgasm when again there came a knock at my door.

"Come in," the bride girl called out. Her fingers and thumb continued the ravishment of my cunt. With a harsh gasp and a deep shudder I gave way, coming hard on her hand.

I slumped back onto the little bed.

"Hey Dax," the girl called out. It registered fuzzily that I didn't even know the name of this girl who'd just made me come. The condomless bride. "You're just in time. She was just teaching me to 69."

"Huh?" Dax said.

"Actually you're too late. She gazzed really good." Condomless Bride sniffed her fingers and wiggle-waved them at her husband.

Dax was looking at me through slitted eyed. "What about me?" he said.

I was too done in even to shrug. Condomless Bride had indeed gazzed me good.

"You're not really part of the equation," she said. "Unless you want to be under the bed."

"Under the bed's good," he said, and within a minute he was naked and lying head under the bed, body sticking out, cock sticking up.

"Want to help me with this?" Condomless Bride asked before bending over Dax and taking his cock in her mouth. After a minute or two of sucking, she paused to say, "He might be a while what with all the coming he's done today. If you'd take a turn on him, I'd appreciate it."

It occurred to me that CB (as I thought of her now) didn't really understand 69 after all, but I let that pass and managed to get on the floor on the other side of Dax. CB had him back in her mouth. She seemed to enjoy sucking Dax's cock. I enjoyed watching her. Dax clearly enjoyed getting sucked. He was making little mewling noises. CB's sucking made little squelching noises. Her eyes smiled at me as she worked. Not long later she let him out of her mouth and directed the cock towards me. I didn't really think to refuse. CB held the stem while I fitted my mouth over the helmet. He wasn't too big—a comfortable size, about the same as my husband. CB stroked his shaft, her fingers softly bumping my lips at the end of each upstroke. I sucked to the rhythm she'd established. I wondered if Dax could tell the difference between my lips and CB's. I backed away enough so that my tongue could twitch his little slit. He pushed his hips up, obviously wanting to be in my mouth. I obliged. "See if you can take him all, right down to the balls," CB said. Her hand went away, and I pushed forward until his cock was against the back of my throat. I was a couple of inches short. He was a couple of inches long. I didn't want him in my throat. I pulled away. "Can't do it," I said. "Neither can I," said CB, and then she took him in her mouth again. I put my hand on his stem like CB had done. I stroked him, like CB had done, taking care not to bash CB's lips. I stroked harder and faster. Dax moaned. CB hummed. I stroked. I could feel the surge. Dax was coming. I stroked while he jizzed in CB's mouth.

Some of the cream seeped out. Dax grunted and bucked. I stroked. CB popped her mouth from Dax's cock. I gave him one last stroke. A scant bubble of cum edged up from the slit. CB eyed me mischievously. I knew what she wanted. I bent over Dax's spent cock to meet CB halfway. We kissed. We sucked Dax's cum from each other's tongue. We kissed long after the last of Dax's cum had been swallowed down.

And now I really needed to be fucked. As I said, sucking cock does that to me. But clearly Dax was in no condition. And anyway we had no condom. I sighed.

"Oh, right," CB said. "We'll leave you alone now. Don't want to wear out our welcome. Let's get going, Dax." They struggled to their feet and out the door. I lay on the floor a while and then made it to the bed. I replayed giving Dax head in my head. I replayed CB's fingers in my cunt. I replayed our cum-soaked kiss. "Fuck," I said softly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Almost matching these sounds were the taps on my door. Could it be that Dax and CB were back? Could he have revived already? I got out of bed and opened the door.

It was Gerard and Robert. They smiled big at my nakedness. "Guess what?" Gerard said.

I shrugged.

The top to my bikini dangled from Robert's hand. "You left this on deck," he said, waggling it.

"Littering," Gerard said.

"We rescued it," Robert said.

"What if it had been swept overboard?" Gerard said.

"Or snatched up by a seagull?" Robert added.

"And I understand it was a gift from your husband," Gerard said.

"It's disrespectful to shun his gift with your bare breasts," Robert said.

"But you were the one..." I started to say.

"Very disrespectful," Gerard said.

"But, gentlemen that we are, we'll help you out," Robert said, dropping the bikini top to the floor.

The two of them sat me on the bed, sat themselves on either side of me, and took my breasts into their mouths. Their lips and tongues on my nipples sent tingles straight to my clit. My legs slipped apart. A finger found my clit. A finger found my slit. A finger found its way into my asshole. Still they sucked me. The clit finger fingered my clit. The slit finger fucked my cunt. That ass finger fucked my asshole. The lips and teeth and tongues lipped and nipped and lapped my nipples. A succession of orgasms seized my body. I screamed. I screamed and screamed. They wouldn't let up. My body thrashed with the almost unbearable pleasure. It was too much, and I wanted more. I couldn't get enough of it.

And then I was sitting on one of them, which one I have no idea. His cock was in my asshole. How it got there I don't know, but it was in, in all the way, and it felt so good, and now the other was between my legs, lapping my clit, and I was coming, and then his cock was at my cunt, and I tried to shout "No! I can't. I'm not protected. I'm..." and I may have said something and I may have only thought something but it didn't matter because the cock was in my cunt, fucking me, while the other cock was in my ass, fucking me, both fucking me, one pushing and the other pulling, both pushing, both pulling, deep deep deep, pushing and pulling and pushing and pulling, and then they were coming, coming in my ass and in my cunt, pushing pushing pushing their hot cum into my cunt and ass, and I was coming with them. Oh God was I coming. Oh sweet Jesus. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. My body was glowing with goodness inside and out.

The next morning when I awoke, a wash of guilt flowed over me. I took a deep breath and went next door and got in bed with Dax and CB and I sucked Dax's cock while CB licked my ass and then I sucked CB's cunt while Dax fucked mine and then we hunted up Robert and Gerard and the party went on and on until we docked two or three or however the fuck many days later.

"How was it?" Bernard asked when I got home.

"Okay," I said. "I had sex with three guys and one girl pretty much non-stop. I practically drowned in cum."

"Yeah, right," he said.

"You don't believe me?"

"Sure," he said with a smirk. "Let's go to bed."

"Can't," I told him. " I need to rest. All my holes are a little sore. But thanks for letting me go on the trip."

The next day I found the card the shoe clerk girl had given me and called her up. "Remember me?" I said. "The girl with the size 6 red boots and the bare cunt? I have a couple of friends with a yacht. Would you like to go on a round the world cruise?" She said she'd love to. "Good," I said. "We sail in a week."

I gave Bernard a blow-job as a goodbye present. As always it made me horny, but I really was too sore.

End (for now)

—Thanks very much to an Italian friend for the inspiration for this story.