This is the first part of Swinging At Sea.
As always this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about pandemics, STD’s, or the need for birth control. Please forgive the creative liberties I took with the rules and regulations aboard cruise ships.
Featuring:
Blizzarde: First person narrator of this story. A thirty-four-year-old wife seeking to rekindle romance and erotic fun with her husband.
Xander: My thirty-nine-year-old husband who has taken me on a cruise.
Calliope and Zane: Former neighbors of ours who we run into our first night aboard.
As always I welcome your comments. I hope you enjoy reading!
IsabellaEmily
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First Day Aboard
My husband Xander and I were on a cruise. We’d hoped the romantic getaway would help us rekindle our sex life and get us used to being alone together again.
Up until the last year or so we’d had a pretty great sex life. We were both adventuresome and curious when it came to sex, and there wasn’t much that we hadn’t tried together. After several years of dating and then marriage we’d tried every position we could imagine, along with lots of toys and outfits and even several roleplays.
We even enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure to each other so much that we’d once gone to a swinger’s club. We’d spent the evening dancing while almost completely undressed, and we’d even spent time in a semi-private room watching three other couples’ fuck. We’d left the club so turned on that he fingered me to two orgasms while he drove us home, and I went down on him, getting a mouthful of salty cum just as we pulled into our neighborhood.
I kept sucking him through his orgasm and he stayed hard, and before our garage door was all the way back down, he had me bent over the front of the SUV and pumped me full of another load as I orgasmed over and over on his cock.
We’d decided that on the next visit to the club we’d go even further, and then two things happened to derail that plan.
The first was that the club closed. Apparently, the owners had passed away in an accident and their extended family didn’t want to run a business like that so the building was sold.
The second was that my sister moved in with us. She was going through a divorce and needed a place to stay for a few months, which turned into a year.
I love her dearly, but she sure killed our sex life. We went from creative and constant sex with nonstop nudity and foreplay to keeping our sexual encounters in the bedroom while doing our best to keep the noise to minimum.
After a year of biting pillows during orgasms and not being able to enjoy each others naked bodies in every room of the house we had really gotten into a fairly boring routine. When she moved into her own place we rewarded ourselves by booking a cruise.
We figured that the warm weather, change of scenery, and time spent alone together would be just the thing to jump start a new chapter of adventuresome sex, and a chance to pull ourselves out of the sexual rut we’d found ourselves in.
Our hope was that a week of fucking and sucking and tickling and teasing each other in a new environment would remind us how to be perverts once we got home. We’d even heard that many swingers frequented these cruises, so we agreed that if the opportunity came along to play in front of another couple, or even with another couple, we’d definitely go for it.
On our first night aboard we’d been lounging naked on our private balcony, in the beginning stages of what promised to be some steamy foreplay when we realized that we hadn’t used our free drink vouchers. They’d been given to us when we came aboard and were good for the first night only.
Reasoning that we had the rest of the nine-day voyage to fuck each other silly we got dressed and with just eight minutes to spare before midnight, we found a nearly deserted lounge. A few minutes later we found a comfortable table and sat down with two margaritas.
“To a perfect getaway.” I said, holding my drink up.
“To romance.” Xander replied.
“To draining so much cum out of your cock this week that you forget your name.” I said with a wicked smile.
“To fucking you in every position I can imagine.” He said with a chuckle, clinking his glass against mine.
We each took a drink, and I felt a free sense of adventure. We needed this vacation.
“So what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked. “Do you expect to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”
“I plan to get you down on all fours and tease you until you beg for some cock.” He said.
“That shouldn’t present too much of a challenge,” I said, “I’m practically ready to start begging right here in this lounge.”
“Shame on you Xander!” boomed a deep voice.
We looked up and saw a tall handsome man standing next to our table. Next to him was his wife, a stunning brunette.
“I agree!” she said. “You should know better than to make Blizzarde have to beg for anything!”
“Holy fuck!” I squealed in delight. “What the hell are you two doing here?” I jumped up and wrapped my arms around both of them at the same time.
Their names were Calliope and Zane and they’d been neighbors of ours until about six years ago. They’d moved north to take care of Zane’s elderly mother, and we hadn’t seen them in all that time.
They both hugged me back, and then Zane lifted me up and twirled me around, before dropping me and catching Xander in a bear hug as he too stood to join us.
“We take lots of cruises, remember? Besides aren’t we entitled to a little vacation?” asked Calliope, leaning in to give Xander a kiss on the cheek.
“But how the hell did you end up here? On this cruise?” I asked, gesturing at the two of them to join us at our table.
Zane sat down next to Xander, and Calliope slid in next to me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
“First things first.” Said Zane. “We need to catch up. Are the margaritas good?”
“They’re excellent.” Xander said.
“Then I’ll go get us all some.” Declared Zane.
He moved off towards the bar and Calliope gave me a squeeze.
“I can never decide which is prettier.” She said. “You or your name. After all this time I still don’t know where it came from. Who on earth decided to name you Blizzrde?”
“My parents had been married for just about a year when they were snowed into their apartment for several days due to a horrible snow storm.” I replied. “My mother told me the power was out for two whole days and they had absolutely nothing to do but fuck and sleep and fuck some more. She’s fairly certain that’s when I was conceived.”
“Well that sounds like a perfectly good way to use ones time.” Calliope said.
“That’s our plan for this cruise.” Xander laughed.
“Well Zane and I promise not to keep you from your sexual pleasure too much longer!” smiled Calliope. “You both looked about to dash back to your cabin when we came in.”
I blushed and Xander and I both laughed.
“Was it that obvious?” I asked.
“Oh my yes.” Replied Calliope. “Being a wanton slut who enjoys sex more than life itself I can always recognize that level of lust in another.”
Within moments Zane returned and there were four more margaritas in front of us. We toasted first to ‘old friends’, and then to ‘new adventures’.
Not only were Zane and Calliope old neighbors and old friends, they were the ones who had first invited us to the swingers club all those years ago. At the time we’d been too hesitant to take them up on their offer, but it had resulted in adding a layer of flirtation and openness about sex between the four of us.
More than once we’d ended up in their pool late at night swimming naked, and Calliope and I had had some erotically flirtatious conversations many mornings over coffee after our husbands had left for work.
Often those conversations left me so horny that the minute I was alone I’d masturbate to two or three orgasms. Calliope had been the first woman I’d ever seriously fantasized about while I came.
They were a few years older than us, but that hadn’t kept them from being among our best friends in our neighborhood. Xander is thirty-nine and I’m five years younger than he is, and Calliope was forty-seven while Zane was fifty-one.
“So how did you end up on this cruise?” I asked again.
“Carter and Emily told us.” Said Calliope. “We called them to catch up and we got to gossiping about the old gang, and when we asked about you they said that you’d had a houseguest for an extended time and were about to celebrate getting your freedom back by taking this cruise.”
“We’d actually invited them to come with us,” said Xander, “but they’re a bit preoccupied with a houseguest of their own at the moment.”
“Emily told us that,” said Zane, “and after we got off the phone with them we got to talking about old times, and decided to surprise you two.”
“Well we’re glad you’re here.” Said Xander.
“Are you sure you feel that way?” asked Calliope. “After we got aboard I began having second thoughts. I was afraid we were intruding on your time together.”
“Of course we feel that way!” I said. “We’re just planning to do some reading in the sun, some drinking, some eating, some sightseeing, and have lots and lots of sex to fill out the rest of the week!”
“To cruise sex and old friends!” said Zane.
We all laughed and raised our glasses with the other couple and drank. This was my second margarita in the space of several minutes, and I felt pleasantly warm and relaxed.
“So how has your sex life been?” asked Calliope, looking at the two of us.
“The past year has been fairly uneventful,” said Xander, “what with having Blizzarde’s sister living with us and all.”
“This cruise is really our first chance to cut loose for an extended amount of time.” I told them. “We definitely have been running low on kinky and perverted fun for a while now.”
“Well,” said Zane, “one of the reasons that we love to cruise is that it always does wonders for our sex life.”
“We sure could use that.” Said Xander. “Things were definitely on the right track a year ago, but the past twelve months have taken a definite toll.”
“Oh, please tell us about the right track!” said Calliope with a twinkle in her eye. “That sounds very promising.”
“We finally visited the club you had invited us to all those years ago.” I said. “And we loved it. So much that we were planning a return visit when it closed down.”
“We had heard that it closed.” Said Zane. “A setback for perverts all over the state!”
“Well a setback for us anyway.” Said Xander. “We hadn’t fully enjoyed our first visit since we were just sort of exploring. The second trip was going to be the one where we really cut loose.”
“And when did your sister arrive?” asked Calliope.
“About the same week the club closed, two weeks after we were first there.” I said. “Just in time to throw a wet blanket on our lust.”
“Well at least you got to play that first visit, even if you didn’t really take full advantage.” Said Zane. “Our first visit was certainly our tamest one as well.”
“We didn’t really play even, that first time.” I said. “We just watched and kept our hands to ourselves.”
“Until we got in the car to head home.” Laughed Xander.
“Okay I’m going to need some details,” said Calliope. “and another drink.”
“We’ll happily share any details with you that you want to hear,” I said, “but only if you tell us about some of your visits to that club, and let us buy the next round.”
“Your wife drives a hard bargain!” Zane declared.
“I happen to like hard things.” I said with a wink.
“Nevertheless,” Zane said with a laugh, “It’s one bargain we will happily accept. Come to the bar with me Xander, while the ladies find us somewhere a bit more private and comfortable to talk. And to share.”
Xander and I looked at each other, and as strange as it sounds, their confidence, the alcohol, the late hour, and the fact that we’d been ready to fuck already once that night all worked together in the moment, and we simultaneously shrugged as if to say ‘why not?’.
We weren’t certain, but it felt like something sexual could happen between the four of us, even if it didn’t go any further than a flirtatious conversation.
The four of us got up, and as the men headed to the bar I followed Calliope around the corner and up a short flight of stairs to a secluded observation balcony, with comfortable high backed booths grouped around short patio tables in cozy conversation circles. The booths were arranged in such a way as to provide almost total privacy.
We selected two near the railing and settled in to enjoy the soft ocean breeze. Calliope kicked her sandals off and stretched her bare feet out past the railing, and she looked so comfortable I did the same.
“I can’t get over what a surprise it was to see you.” I told her quietly. “We had even agreed that if the opportunity to play with another couple came up on this cruise that we were going to go for it. And who should appear but two people that we’re already comfortable with and attracted to.”
“Attracted to?” she asked with a grin. “Well that’s certainly encouraging news.”
“Oh yes.” I giggled. “Xander used to stay hard for hours after the four of us would swim together naked at your place. Your body really turns him on.”
“Well it’s good to know that at least one of you is interested.” She said softly. “Both of us certainly are. We used to fantasize about playing with you both as well.”
“It’s not just one of us.” I said to her, looking into her eyes in the soft moonlight. “You and Zane have both always made me horny.”
“If I knew that some of those morning coffee conversations could have been much more interesting.” She said with a wink.
Even as I suddenly blushed I could feel my belly tighten with pure lust as I realized what she meant.
“You mean……?” I asked. “That you would have…..”
“Blizzarde,” she whispered, “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy and make you cum since the moment I met you.”
“Oh wow.” I said, feeling my heart skip a beat. “I think this cruise just got even more sexually interesting than we’d planned for it to be.”
“Sexually interesting is our plan for this cruise too.” She assured me. “If you and Xander aren’t ready to play with us, or if you just prefer to concentrate on each other, we are definitely planning to keep an eye open to opportunities to play.”
“I think we’re definitely interested.” I said softly, thinking back to how hard Xander would pound my pussy with his throbbing cock after seeing Calliope naked.
“Well then,” said Calliope, sliding just a bit closer to me on the loveseat. She placed her hand on my thigh and I felt a bolt of heat push through my entire body.
But we were suddenly interrupted by the arrival of Xander and Zane.
“I told you we’d find them here.” Zane told Xander. He held out a champagne glass to me while Xander handed one to Calliope. “My wife is a creature of habit, and this is one of her favorite places to be after midnight on this ship.”
“Champagne! How positively perfect!” Calliope said. “Xander was this your idea?”
“The champagne was my idea my dear!” said Zane, “But Xander insisted on this being their treat.”
Zane sat down next to me and Xander held out the bottle of golden nectar and poured some for each of us in turn. Then he sat opposite me next to Calliope, and without a word we clinked our glasses together and sipped.
“Splendid!” exclaimed Calliope. “On behalf of my husband and myself I want to thank you both!”
“A bottle of champagne seems a small price to pay to reconnect with some old friends.” I said with a smile.
“So what sort of interesting things shall we discuss, now that the four of us are experiencing a bit of privacy?” asked Zane as he settled in beside me.
“Blizzarde was going to tell us about their visit to the swingers club.” Calliope said.
“The two of you had invited us, and we really wanted to go but were a bit shy about it.” I said. “We weren’t sure we were ready to take that step. But more than once both of you said it was a turning point in your sex life.”
“Indeed!” Zane said. “It’s turned everything around for us. Not just our sex life. Our entire existence has turned around.”
“You make it sound like some sort of cult.” Chuckled Xander.
“Nothing like that.” Calliope said with a laugh. “It’s just that after we’d been married for a few years we’d fucked in every position we could think of, and we’d tickled and licked and sucked everything we could imagine in an effort to give each other pleasure.”
“The sex wasn’t bad,” Zane put in, “both of us had orgasms and both of us were enjoying it. We’ve both always enjoyed sex a lot. But it just felt a bit dry and stale.”
“Absolutely!” Calliope nodded. “We were definitely enjoying it. We both wanted it and needed it. But we found ourselves no longer lusting after it.”
“It was a matter of quality, and quantity.” Zane said. “It just wasn’t new anymore. We both wanted more. We both craved more.”
I looked over at Xander and saw him looking at me. We could both definitely identify with this.
“Can you folks relate to any of this? Does this make any sense?” Zane asked.
He took the bottle of champagne and began to top off everyone’s glass. I took another sip while trying to figure out an answer.
“I think we both can.” I said softly. “We’re just as interested in sex as we used to be. But the frequency has fallen way off. Before my sister moved in we would walk around the house naked and fuck just about everywhere.”
“I remember stopping by to return one of your coolers once.” Said Calliope. “I came around the back of the house to put it by your back door and I happened to glance through your kitchen window. You were sitting on the counter with your legs spread and Xander was licking and sucking your clit like you were going to die if he didn’t.”
“Well I didn’t die.” I said. “So he must have done his job well.”
“Very well from my vantage point.” Said Calliope. “It took all my willpower not to barge in and ask for some of the same.”
“You should have.” Said Xander. “After all what are neighbors for if not to help each other?”
“Not to mention that having Xander’s tongue on your clitoris is one of the greatest favors you can do for yourself.” I said. “Trust me.”
“Xander I’m going to definitely need to test that claim for accuracy.” Said Calliope softly. “And sooner rather than later.”
“Anyway,” I continued, “once my sister moved in all of that fun stopped. At least the stuff outside the bedroom. No more kitchen orgasms, or living room hand-jobs or garage blowjobs or fucking on the dining room table.”
“We go to hotels now and then,” Xander said, “but that gets expensive if you pay for a room every time you want to fuck.”
“Plus at a hotel you have to keep the noise down.” I said. “Which was also a consideration at home even with just the two of us.”
“I do recall Xander telling us once that you are a bit of a screamer.” Zane said.
“You recall correctly.” Said Xander with a laugh.
“So to answer your question,” I said, “there’s nothing wrong with our sex life, except that it’s been on life support for months, receiving only occasional transfusions.”
“We are definitely looking forward to getting back to what we once had.” Xander said. “Or maybe even having more than we once had.”
“Of course,” Calliope said, “we were the same. That’s what caused us to venture into the world of swinging. We wanted more. We each wanted to give more pleasure, and we each wanted to receive more pleasure. And we discovered that opening up our relationship gave us those opportunities in erotic ways we couldn’t even imagine. Opportunities to share that pleasure with others.”
She paused and made eye contact with first Xander and then myself. The sound of the waves below and the gentle ocean breeze added to the moment.
Zane took the bottle and poured the remainder equally into our four glasses. He silently raised his glass and held it there a moment, before winking and taking another drink.
“To the giving and receiving or pleasure.” He said softly, putting his glass down.
“And so the real question is,” Calliope said, looking from me to Xander and then back to me, “what sort of pleasure do you need to give? And what sort do you need to get?”
“Before we go much further,” Calliope said, “let’s play a game. Let’s answer some really personal questions about what we like sexually together. Is that okay with both of you?”
“It’s okay with me.” Xander said. He looked over at me. “How about you Blizzarde?”
“That’s fine with me.” I said. “I’ve always enjoyed oversharing about my sexual inclinations.”
“We’ll start simply enough,” Calliope said, “what was your first trip to the swingers club like? What did you do? What did you see?”
“What we did mainly was dance.” I said. “We picked outfits for each other to wear, and we went with the intention to watch.”
“What did she pick for you to wear?” Calliope asked Xander.
“It was a tight pair of pants.” Xander said. “Almost too tight. And once we were there she had me put my shirt in the locker with our cell phones and keys and she gave me a vest to wear. A vest with no buttons.”
“To show off your gorgeous abs.” smiled Calliope. “I can’t blame her a bit. And of course the pants were to show off your cock.”
“Absolutely.” I said. “I wanted every woman there to see what he uses to fuck me with every chance he gets.”
“And how about you Blizzarde?” asked Zane. “How did Xander dress you?”
“Like I stepped out of a wet dream.” I said. “A hot pink tube top, blue plaid skirt, thigh high boots, and blue eye shadow.”
“I wish I had been there to see that.” Zane said. “What a vision of erotic lust you must have been.”
“Every guy in the place thought so.” Said Xander.
“So you mostly danced?” asked Calliope.
“Oh yes. I love to dance, and the music was great. The dancing alone would have been worth it even if that was all that we did.” I said.
“So what else did the two of you get up to?” asked Zane.
“We went upstairs.” Said Xander. “Later in the evening after we needed a rest.”
“We just went to look around.” I said. “The later it got the less clothing everyone was wearing while dancing, and it just sort of seemed like if we had come all that way we might as well see everything.”
“And did you shed any clothing?” asked Zane.
I blushed and glanced at Xander.
“She rolled the tube top down under her tits.” Said Xander. “So everyone could see them bouncing as she danced.”
“Another sight I’m sorry I missed.” Said Zane. “I recall you having fantastic breasts Blizzarde.”
In a burst of lust and boldness I lifted my shirt and unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts to the warm evening air. I felt my nipples constrict out in the open air, as both Calliope and Zane stared at me lustfully.
“Exquisite.” Zane said. “And you went upstairs that way? Showing off your magnificent body?”
“I did.” I said. “But by that point in the evening every breast in the club was out, and most of the cocks. I hardly stood out.”
“I’ll bet that’s not true.” Said Calliope. “I imagine you would stand out anywhere. So if most of the cocks were out did you get to show off your husband’s to the crowd?”
“Not till we got upstairs.” I said with a grin.
“So what did you do upstairs?” asked Calliope.
“We went into a few of the private rooms.” Said Xander. “People who wanted an audience would leave the doors open and we went into a few of those rooms and watched.”
“See anything good?” asked Calliope with a wink.
“Lots of fucking. One lady taking two men at the same time.” Said Xander.
“And the blowjob.” I said. “Don’t forget the blowjob.”
“I’ll never forget the blowjob.” Said Xander. “Lucky bastard.”
“There were three women having a contest to see who could make a guy cum. Each one got twenty seconds and then had to tag out.” I said. “I’m not sure what was hotter. Watching the three of them or watching the guy.”
“Did he take any more of your clothes off?” asked Zane. “Or did you just watch?”
“No more of my clothes came off.” I said. “Although I did unzip Xander so his cock could get some air.”
“Like I said the pants were awful tight.” Xander told us. “Once I started getting hard they were brutal.”
“I’ve never seen it hard.” Calliope said with a grin. “But I’ve seen it around the pool and it was impressive enough limp. I’ll bet you got some attention waving it around like that.”
“He did have a hand-job offer while we sat there watching.” I said with a laugh. “But he turned it down.”
“We agreed that we were just going to watch that first time.” Xander said. “Letting her stroke me would have gone against our agreement.”
“You’re a strong man of undeniable character.” Said Zane. “How long after leaving the club were you able to hold out before begging for an orgasm?”
“He didn’t have to beg.” I said. “By the time we left I was as horny as he was. We played in the car the whole way home.”
“We didn’t make it home the first night we went.” Said Zane. “Of course we’d gone with the intent to play, so we didn’t hesitate to cross those lines once we made it upstairs.”
“What did you do?” I asked, feeling my body physically respond to both the conversation and my imagination.
“Calliope gave me the most splendid blowjob.” Said Zane. “Making it last a long time and building it up to the point where I was desperate for relief.”
I glanced at Calliope and she made eye contact with me and licked her lips. I felt a pulse of pleasure shoot through my cunt.
“There was another lady there in the same room sucking her husband’s cock while I sucked Zane.” Calliope told us. “When Xander was close she came over and jerked him off all over my face.”
“Of course Calliope returned the favor,” said Zane, “by stroking her husband while he came all over his wife.”
“Wow.” Said Xander. “We sure missed the boat by not going with you.”
“Xander enjoys giving facials.” I said, wondering if I’d get a chance to stroke him while he came all over Calliope.
“Well that’s good information to know.” Said Calliope. “Let’s keep getting to know each other.”
She looked around and saw that we were still the only four up on this observation deck.
“What is something kinky that you enjoy?” she asked. “Something that just grabs your fantasies whenever you think of it?”
She looked all around our little group, and her eyes settled on Xander.
“Blizzarde is right,” he said, “I love cumming all over a woman’s face.”
“I am a bit peculiar,” said Calliope, “and my kinky desire is a bit of a turn off to some. I enjoy peeing in unusual places. And being watched while I do it.”
“That’s my kink.” Declared Zane. “I love watching women pee.”
All of them turned to look at me, and I hesitated just a moment before deciding to go ahead and share with them.
“I like watching a man cum.” I said. “I enjoy seeing that physical pressure inside his cock release itself by spurting into the air. It always turns me on to watch that happen.”
“Well aren’t we a group of degenerates?” asked Calliope. “Let’s share what each of our favorite sexual positions are.”
She looked expectantly at me, and I smiled. Talking about sex has always been one of my favorite things. And Calliope knew that.
At that moment I wondered if Calliope had known at the time exactly how wet I’d often gotten during those morning chats we’d have over coffee, comparing our favorite sexual fantasies and memories with each other. Or if she’d guessed how badly I’d wanted to hold her in my arms while she masturbated herself, or how I longed for her to hold and kiss me while I made myself cum.
“Even though it’s hard to choose just one, missionary is my answer.” I said, staring back into her eyes. “I know it seems boring, but I love the sensation of being pinned down.”
“And how about you Xander?” asked Calliope softly. “What position do you prefer to fuck in?”
“I love doggy style. I can set the speed and the feeling of being able to push into her pussy as deep as possible is such a rush.” Xander said.
Calliope turned to her husband. “I suppose it’s our turn to answer.” She told him.
“I agree with Blizzarde’s answer,” said Zane, “although my reason is different. I like the feeling of control that comes with being spread out on top of my partner. The feeling of being able to pin her down.”
I felt my heart thump as he made eye contact with me and winked. I remembered Calliope telling me that Zane could be a rough and demanding lover, arousing her by pulling her hair and using his physical strength to push her around the bed. At the moment the thought of him pinning me down and pumping me full of his cum made my cunt clench with desire.
I leaned back in the comfortable booth and shifted a bit, feeling arousal deep inside me. I’d soon be soaking wet, if I wasn’t already.
“I like being on top as well,” Calliope said, “the ability to set the pace that I need. The ability to make him cum or keep him from cumming.”
“How about to have an orgasm?” Zane asked. “Does your favorite position change when it’s time for you to surrender control to physical pleasure Xander?”
“My answer would stay the same.” Said Xander. “I love to feel myself orgasm when I’m in as deep as I can get.”
“My answer wouldn’t change either I don’t think,” said Calliope, “my favorite way to fuck is also my favorite way to orgasm.”
“I’m going to change my answer,” said Zane, “this time to copy both Xander’s answer and his reasoning. I love to let loose buried as deep into an inviting cunt as I can. Plus that position gives me something to hold on to.”
I smiled happily. Finding these two perverts on board this ship was a happy delight. Not only were we picking up where we’d left off with them conversationally, but they seemed as willing as we were to do even more.
And there was no denying that talking about sex in their presence was having a physical effect on me. It had been far too long since Xander and I had played like this. The fact that we were in a semi-public place and that there were others here was an erotic bonus.
I stole a quick glance at Xander’s crotch and saw a telltale bulge in his pants. He was obviously feeling the same way. When I looked up I found myself in direct eye contact with Calliope.
“I prefer a hands on check myself,” she whispered, “because it lets me know exactly what’s in store for me.”
With that she reached over and ran her hand over the front of Zane’s pants. She softly stroked her palm back and forth like she was petting a dog.
I couldn’t help but stare as the stiff tube outlined by his khakis grew thicker as she touched it. She looked over at Xander and myself and smiled seductively.
“Now I’m extremely interested in your answer my dear Blizzarde,” murmured Zane with an audible tremor in his voice.
“I’m not changing my answer. Whether I’m being fucked with a cock or a tongue,” I said, “I like to be on my back with my legs spread so I can just let go and enjoy the sensations.”
“You married well my friend.” Said Zane, giving Xander a wink. “Blizzarde’s answer was positively delicious.”
Xander grinned back at him. “If my opinion counts for anything I’ll happily say that all of Blizzarde is delicious. Her answers are merely the tip of the depraved iceberg.”
Xander bent forward and pulled my shirt back up, giving him access to one of my breasts. He gently kissed it, his tongue flicking in and out over my stiff and sensitive nipple. Before I could react he was rolling it between his fingers.
I felt a blast of heat pour into my cunt and I closed my eyes for just a moment to savor it. When I opened them I saw both Zane and Calliope continuing to stare at us, and Xander pulled the other side of my shirt up and bent to suck at my other nipple, leaving the first one exposed to the night air and feeling stiff and electric.
“Of course, a visible check is often as useful as a hands-on inspection.” Said Calliope softly. “Wouldn’t you agree Blizzarde?”
I knew instantly what she was going to do and I beat her to it. I reached over and unzipped Xander’s shorts, before thrusting my fingers in and guiding his stiff cock out into the open.
“Oh my.” Calliope smiled at Xander. “You certainly appear ready to put that thing to work. And speaking of delicious it looks good enough to swallow whole!”
I glanced around and satisfied myself that no one could have possibly seen us even if there had been others around. But this upper deck was still completely deserted except for the four of us. I quickly reached behind myself and began working my arms clumsily through the loops of my bra to get it off without completely taking off my blouse.
I placed the bra on the seat between Xander and myself and squirmed closer to him, with both of my breasts jutting out into the air through my rolled up blouse. I put my hand back on his cock and smiled at our friends.
“Where were we?” I asked.
“Being drive to distraction by you two sexy perverts.” Said Calliope. “But I am curious about something else. Xander, what is your favorite position to be in when your partner is having an orgasm?”
“Well I know it’s not her favorite way to orgasm, but I absolutely love when Blizzarde reaches her climax while she’s riding me.” Xander said, smiling tenderly at me. “I love to watch her face while she cums, and I always enjoy seeing her breasts.”
“Zane is enjoying them too,” declared Calliope, “if this growing wet spot on the front of his pants is any indication.”
“How about you Calliope?” I asked. “What is your favorite position to be in when your partner has his orgasm?”
“As you said earlier it’s sometimes difficult to narrow down to one, but let me show you the one that’s on my mind at the moment.” She answered.
She slipped down out of the booth and onto her knees. Before any of us could react she was in front of Xander and she pulled my hand away and took his cock into her mouth in one fluid motion.
“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed, making eye contact with me and struggling to maintain control.
I looked over at Zane who was making no effort to hide the erection he had that was straining against the front of his pants. He smiled at me and reached over and slapped his wife’s ass.
She pulled away and settled back into the booth, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes looked big and happy.
“I didn’t know we were allowed to act out our answers.” I said.
“There are no rules with us,” said Zane softly, “you are allowed to do anything you like.”
“Tell us Zane,” asked Xander, “what is your favorite position to be in when she has an orgasm?”
“I like to be on top of her when she cums,” said Zane, “pounding as hard as I can and feeling her clench around my cock and fuck back at me while her control slips away.”
I swallowed hard and was suddenly consumed with the mental image of Zane fucking me towards an orgasm while his wife and my husband sat close by watching.
“That leaves you Blizzarde,” said Calliope, sliding close to me and putting one arm around me and the other on my thigh. “What position do you prefer to be in to enjoy your partners orgasm to your utmost ability?”
“Well,” I said, feeling bold “I love to feel him cum while he’s fucking me from behind. I love to feel him coat my insides as deep as he can push himself in. But I think I’d change my answer if I ever got the chance to fuck another woman.”
“Oh yeah?” whispered Calliope, leaning over and brushing her lips against my ear. “How exactly would you like to enjoy another woman’s orgasm?”
“Well,” I said, feeling my heart pound in my chest, “I guess it depends on our exact circumstances.”
“Such as?” Calliope whispered, her tongue flicking against my neck.
“If we were alone I’d want her on her back so that I could be totally in charge of her pleasure.” I said. “But if there was someone else with us I’d want her on top of me while someone fucks or tongues her from behind. That way I could enjoy her orgasm with her.”
I felt her fingers begin to roll the same nipple Xander had teased with his fingers earlier. It was still rock hard and the sensation jolted through me like an electrical current, starting in my nipple and landing in my clitoris.
Her breath was hot against my ear. “I think that’s the best answer yet.” She said. “It certainly arouses my interest.”
I put my hand on her thigh and drug my fingers up the soft flesh until they were under her skirt. Where I expected to find panties however my fingers encountered the smooth silken feeling of a completely hairless pussy.
My fingers probed along her soft lips for a moment and then I parted them, pushing a finger into her slippery heat.
“Not just your interest is aroused.” I moaned, as her fingers continued to massage my breast.
“I’m picturing you under me so we can kiss while your husband fucks me.” She said.
“And what about me?” asked Zane. “What am I supposed to be doing while she’s under you and he’s fucking you? Am I off somewhere reserving a table for dinner?”
“If you’re there you should be next to the two of them, letting Blizzarde suck your cock.” Said Xander. “She loves sucking cock more than any woman I’ve ever met.”
“Now that’s something I’ve wanted to experience for a very long time.” Zane said softly. “Feeling Blizzarde’s wet mouth on my cock.”
I pushed my index finger against Calliope’s clit and heard her gasp into my ear.
“Maybe we should all find someplace a bit more private.” I moaned, feeling my control slip away.
I needed an orgasm and I needed one pretty soon. Xander’s cock had been leaking precum and the slick fluid had been all over my fingers. Now I had my hand between Calliope’s legs and the slippery heat coming from her cunt while she rolled my nipple in her fingers was almost more than I could bear. I reached out with my other hand and took hold of Xander’s cock again. I was between them with my hands on both of their most sensitive parts, and I don’t think I had ever been in a state of physical need this badly.
“One more question.” Calliope said, speaking to all of us but remaining pressed up against me. “What is one thing that you’ve always wanted to try, but have never been able to?”
“That’s easy,” said Xander, and I felt his cock throb in my hand. “I’ve always wanted to have sex with two women at the same time.”
“I believe you are awfully close to living out that fantasy my friend.” Zane told him.
“Of course he is,” said Calliope, “after all he came on this cruise to have sex, and why should he be denied something so easily granted?”
She reached around me and wrapped her hand around Xander’s cock. He closed his eyes and shuddered as she started to slowly stroke him. I moved my fingers down to cup his balls.
“And what about you Blizzarde?” asked Zane. “What would you like to try that you haven’t yet had the opportunity to?”
“Something I had the opportunity to do long ago and wasn’t brave enough to take advantage of.” I said.
I reached up and took Calliope’s face in my hands, pulling her towards me and pressing my lips against hers. She moaned as I slid my tongue into her mouth, and I felt her open her mouth as she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, tilting her face with mine and pushing her tongue into my mouth as she her body trembled against mine.
“Before we go,” she moaned, “one more quick demonstration.”
She put one leg over my lap and straddled me, leaning in to kiss me again, even more passionately than before. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue dance against mine, moaning when I felt someone unzip my shorts and push a hand down against the front of my panties.
Calliope pulled away, and then continued moving over and past me until she was straddling Xander.
“Watch the stairs,” she whispered, “this won’t take long.”
She unsnapped his pants and opened them, before tugging his underwear down and letting his still hard cock spring back up. She hunched forward and sank down on it, wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning as he began kissing her throat.
It was Zane who had put his hand in my shorts, and he pulled it out and lay back on the booth. His cock was still straining against the front of his pants, and I reached for it, unable to resist the lure of seeing and feeling it.
“Not yet,” he said, “climb up here.” He pointed to his face and I felt a quick spasm of lust in my cunt.
I stood up and realized that I’d be able to watch the stairs from the position he’d indicated. I skinned off my shorts and panties and knelt on the cushioned seat of the booth over Zane’s face.
His hands were on my inner thighs and his tongue began to stab at my clitoris and I grabbed the back of the booth and began to breath hard.
A jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I started to rock my hips back and forth, sliding my slippery lips over his face, feeling his tongue push inside me and then flick my clit as I moved past his mouth over and over.
“Do it! Do it! I’m getting there!” Calliope screeched behind me, and I turned my head to see her pounding up and down on Xander’s cock while he sucked at one of her tits and held her ass.
I felt my own insides turn over and knew that I was close to an orgasm of my own. I looked at the stairway and then looked back over my shoulder as Zane clamped his arms around my thighs and held me in place to suck my clit.
“Now! Now!” screamed Calliope as she came on my husband’s cock, and I felt my own control fall away and I came with her, feeling her husband suck my clit through a burst of pleasure that took my breath away.
I got to my feet, struggling to keep my balance, but afraid to give in to more pleasure until we were somewhere less public.
I pulled my shorts on and tucked my blouse back in, getting a lewd thrill out of leaving it unbuttoned. I wadded up my panties and bra and hoped no one would be able to tell what they were.
Calliope was smoothing her skirt and top, and I noticed that Xander’s cock was still rock hard. Neither guy had cum and both would have to walk to one of our cabins trying not to have someone see the tents they’d each be sporting on the front of their pants.
Calliope noticed their dilemma as well. With a glance at the stairs she said “We shouldn’t be too greedy. I think they’re both sufficiently aroused that a couple of quick orgasms here won’t wear them out.”
She went to the edge of the booth that was closest to the railing and up against the deck. She motioned for Xander to join her, positioning him to lean against the corner of the deck and railing, and sat right in front of him.
“Both of us together can probably make this happen pretty quick.” She said.
I moved over next to Xander and took his cock in my hand and began kissing him while I started stroking it. He moaned into my mouth and I knew he was close.
Calliope took my hand and moved it to his balls, and she again sucked him into her mouth all the way. She had his cockhead all the way back in her throat and I was tickling his balls.
I looked to my left and saw that Zane was splitting his attention between enjoying the show and watching the stairs. If anyone appeared they wouldn’t be able to see anything since we were at the far end of the deck and Zane would be blocking their view anyway.
I heard Xander moan and returned my attention to him and Calliope. She had backed her face away from him a bit, and I grabbed the base of his cock and started stroking him while she sucked him.
“Where do you want him to cum?” I asked her.
“In my mouth!” she hissed. “Would you cum in my mouth Xander?”
“Fuck yes,” he moaned, and I started stroking him faster as she put her mouth back onto his cock.
“Do it.” I whispered. “Blow your load into her hot mouth. Let her taste your cum.”
“Now!” he groaned, bucking against the railing as I felt his cock throb in my hand.
Calliope moaned as I pumped that throbbing cock into her mouth, feeling him sag against me in relief.
I moved so he could get out of the corner, and he pulled his shorts up before sitting down hard on the edge of the booth. Zane was moving towards us and unzipping his own shorts when I felt Calliope pull me down next to her.
I went to my knees and she grabbed my hair and leaned in to kiss me again. I kissed her back as her tongue pushed a bolt of Xander’s hot cum into my mouth. I savored the taste and used my own tongue to push it back into her mouth.
She pulled away and smiled, and then leaned over me and let a river of his sperm run off of her tongue and into my mouth. This time I swallowed, feeling my body pulse with need.
She had a drop of his cum on her chin and I pulled her towards me and lapped it up, before turning my attention to Zane’s cock that was pointing at the two of us and throbbing.
She took it into her mouth and I leaned in to lick and tickle his balls. He moaned and I knew he was even closer than Xander had been to losing control.
I looked up at him and saw a look of complete ecstasy on his face, as he closed his eyes and began to lurch at us.
Calliope took her mouth off of him and began to stroke him rapidly, aiming his cockhead at my face.
“Oh yes.” He grunted, and suddenly his cock began to pulse thick streams of white liquid heat onto my face. The first blast landed on my nose and forehead, and the next two hit my cheek.
Calliope dipped her head and closed her mouth around him, and he lurched again as he deposited his final spurts into her mouth.
He pulled away and started to zip up, as his wife started to kiss me, sharing the cum that was in her mouth. I kissed her back, and she sucked my tongue before standing up beside her husband.
“You’re the sexiest woman on this fucking ship.” She said, and her husband nodded. “We’ve got to clean you up before you walk out of here though.”
I reached behind me and grabbed my bra and panties and held them out to her. She took my panties and began to wipe her husband’s sperm from my face. By the time she was done the panties were a sodden mess.
“A trophy worth keeping.” She said, balling them up in her hand.
I laughed and got to my feet. I folded my bra up as small as I could get it and then extended an arm towards Zane.
“May I help you to your cabin sir?” I asked him.
“Of course my dear!” he replied. “Just don’t move too quickly. I’m a bit dizzy.”
“Would it be too forward to ask you to escort me back to my cabin?” Calliope asked Xander.
“I’d be delighted.” He said, and they linked arms. They started for the stairs as Zane looked around the booth.
“I think you and I are on cleanup detail.” Zane said to me, as he picked up one of the empty glasses and the champagne bottle.
I gathered up the other three glasses and we followed Calliope and Xander down the stairs. As we passed through the now empty lounge we placed our glasses and the bottle on the bar.
“Thank you my dear,” said Zane to the female bartender, “it was most perfect.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you folks enjoyed yourselves. Have a great rest of the night!” she answered with a big smile, and I was suddenly certain that she knew exactly what the four of us had been up to.
I wondered briefly how she could tell, and I realized that I didn’t care. Just knowing that she knew that the four of us were on our way to share some more physical pleasure made me even wetter.
I had no idea what else this evening had in store, but my pussy was drenched with desire and I was ready for whatever else this evening held.
“I’m sure glad that you two surprised us tonight.” I told Zane. “Seeing you both again is definitely the highlight of our cruise.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” He said, quickly brushing his lips against my own and giving my arm a squeeze.
I looked ahead of us and saw that Calliope had stopped against the railing, and with her arms around Xander she was kissing him passionately. My heart began to beat faster and I leaned in towards Zane, kissing him deeply.
It was a good kiss, soft and sensual, and I could have lingered there longer exploring his mouth with my own, but he tugged my hand and pulled me around the corner and we began to walk down a corridor, following Xander and Calliope, who were moving like they were on their way to the last lifeboat.
We hurried to catch up to them, smiling and laughing at their anxious speed and at our own. Finally we reached their door, and a few seconds later the four of us were in a cabin that was identical to the one that Xander and I were sharing.
Calliope turned on the light in the bathroom, which gave off just enough light that the rest of the cabin was bathed in a soft yellow glow.
She turned to face us and her skirt dropped to the floor. She lifted her blouse over her head and stood before us in just her bra.
“Perhaps we can continue our sexual conversation over breakfast.” She murmured. “Right now I need a tongue on my clit.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and crooked a finger at Xander, flashing him a wicked smile. He glanced at me, and with a grin he dropped to his knees and put his face against her inner thigh.
Zane pressed against me from behind, and I felt his cock poke against me through his pants while his hand pushed into my shorts and his fingers found my wet slit. I moaned as I felt his lips on my neck.
“Hot! Fuck yes!” Calliope screeched, and I looked to see her staring at the ceiling with her hands clutched in my husband’s hair as his tongue pressed against her pussy.
Zane found my clit with his thumb and pressed against it as I turned to kiss him, grabbing his still stiff cock with my hand. I was soaking wet, and as much as I loved a nice long session of foreplay, right now I just wanted to be fucked.
Right now I needed to be fucked.
Right now I fucking ached to be fucked.
I started to work his belt buckle while I glanced at Xander and Calliope, and I saw that Xander had his shirt off and was kicking his shorts off while licking her slit.
“Our cabin is just around the corner,” I said to Zane, “and these beds are so fucking narrow. Come with me and we can check in on these two later.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door, and as it closed behind us we heard Calliope let out a moan that spurred us on. I practically ran down the corridor with Zane on my heels, and within seconds we were in the other cabin, pushing the door closed with our feet and kissing passionately while helping each other shed our clothes.
He pushed me towards the balcony.
“Out on the deck my dear,” he said, “I want to taste your delicious ass out in the night air.”
“Oh fuck yes!” I moaned. “This fucking cruise is getting better by the minute.”
We stepped onto the darkened balcony and he took me in his arms.
“My dear Blizzarde,” he whispered in my ear, “Calliope and I have wanted to share pleasure with you and Xander for a very long time. This week will be an answer to a long held fantasy for us, hopefully we can broaden your horizons and make up for lost time.”
He paused and kissed me softly.
“But first,” he continued, “I need to taste you again and then fuck you.”
He turned me around, knelt behind me and pulled my hips towards him. His flicked across my tail bone, down through the cleft of my ass, and then I heard myself gasp as his mouth pushed against my anus and his tongue probed into the tight star of sensitive flesh there.
“Holy fuck,” I moaned, “don’t stop. Your tongue feels so fucking good.”
I was clutching the pole running from the railing to the sunroof of my private deck. We were visually secluded from the other passengers but close enough to be overheard over the waves and wind if someone were listening.
The door connecting my private patio to our cabin was wide open, but all the room lights were out, giving it a unique feeling of privacy and exhibitionism at the same time.
I felt Zane’s hands spread my ass cheeks even further, as his tongue continued to explore my sensitive anus.
All of it was intoxicating.
The ocean air against my skin.
The salty scent of the water.
His tongue probing a spot that was both naughty and erotically responsive.
The waves.
His fingers.
The need to be as quiet as possible.
The forbidden feeling of being here with a man who wasn’t my husband.
The sexual urgency that had so quickly overwhelmed us when we’d entered my cabin.
The feel of my nipples hardening in the cool night breeze.
The feeling of my aroused cunt as I spread my legs standing on the balcony.
And the suddenness of this aggressive encounter.
He gave me one more deep lick, and then he began to move his tongue, sliding it along my ass crack, up and over my tailbone, up the small of my back, up along my spine, and then I felt his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me over the edge of the railing, and I immediately knew what he wanted.
He was going to fuck me from behind, right here on the balcony.
“Yes,” I hissed in the moonlight, “do it! Fuck me! I need it!”
His cock pushed against my inner thigh, and then I felt the tip brush against my opening before he forcefully thrust up into me. My cunt clenched around him and I felt his fingers on my clit as he began to pull his hard cock out of me, dragging each inch of it along my sensitive hole.
Before I could respond he was back in me up to the hilt, settling into a rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure and lust soaring through me. He continued to stroke my clit with his fingers, and I knew that my orgasm was close.
“So hot!” he grunted. “So fucking good.”
“Yes! Fuck me yes fuck yes!” I said through clenched teeth, trying to stifle the scream that was welling up inside me.
He began to thrust harder and I felt his hands reach around and grab my breasts, pinching both nipples as my body suddenly exploded in orgasmic waves.
“Now! Now! I’m cumming now” I bumped the words out in rhythm with his pounding strokes, and the orgasm crested and broke. I suddenly felt dizzy and hot.
He pulled me to him and suddenly he was on one of the lounge chairs and I was on top of him, grinding my cunt against him as he fucked his throbbing cock up into me.
“So fucking wet! So fucking tight!” he grunted.
I leaned forward and felt his mouth on my breast, biting at the nipple while his hands roughly grabbed my ass. I put my head back and moaned up into the night, feeling an animalistic surge of pleasure overtake me.
“I’m close. I’m so close. I’m gonna go!” he said in a low whisper.
“Me too. I’m going to cum again when you do! Make us cum! Fuckmepleasemakeuscum!” I choked the words out as quietly as I could.
He grabbed me and stood up. I could feel his cock still pushed deep into me as I felt him lift me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around him and felt three quick bounces as he shuffled towards the bed in the dark cabin.
He lunged forward and fell on the bed, pinning me between himself and the mattress as my whole body clenched in anticipation.
“Ooooooff!” I screamed, “Oh fuck me!”
He began to pound against me, and I felt another, more powerful, orgasm begin to well up inside of me.
I clawed at his back and my eyes rolled back in my head as I felt two things happen simultaneously.
The first was that my orgasm hit a peak and stayed there, my cunt pulling and clutching at his cock as every nerve ending in my body throbbed.
The second was that at that exact same moment I felt a sudden flood of hot liquid pounding against the walls of my cunt as his cock began to lurch and throb as he unloaded spurt after spurt of his seed inside me.
He leaned forward and moaned against my neck as I closed my eyes and savored his orgasm and mine as both of us rocked back and forth together, slaves to our pulsing pleasures.
I opened my mouth to scream and before I could his mouth was on mine, smothering my scream as my pleasure pushed back and forth through my body. With a sudden jolt I felt a final explosion, so satisfying that I suddenly felt completely content and complete.
I closed my eyes and relaxed under Zane, feeling his still stiff cock inside me, moving slowly as he too ran out of energy and tension. I wrapped my arms around him and felt incredibly sleepy.
I let myself begin to drift away.
And then.
I blinked rapidly in the bright room. I tried to focus my eyes on the patio window, and I realized the sun was up and shining directly through our patio door.
My whole body felt like I’d run a marathon. I tried to recall what had happened to make me feel this bad, but I couldn’t focus on last night.
“Uggggg.” I groaned, reaching up to hold my head as I sat up.
I was alone in our small cabin. Zane wasn’t there, and my husband hadn’t come back yet.
My dizziness seemed to be diminishing, and I quickly forgot it as I realized that my bladder was full. And not just full but bursting. In fact, I realized I had a limited number of seconds until I was going to lose control and begin peeing whether I was in the bathroom or on the bed.
Figuring out what time it was, where Zane had gone, and where my husband was would have to wait.
I lurched to my feet and made my way towards the bathroom. I realized that at least some of my strange feeling was due to the motion of the ship, and the rest of it was likely from the alcohol I’d had the night before.
I stepped carefully into the darkened bathroom, careful not to fall since I felt a bit off balance. Making a quick decision I reached into the shower stall and turned the water on full blast. My morning routine at home often includes relieving my bladder while standing in the hot water during my morning shower.
And today of all days I figured the faster I could get into the hot water the better. I hoped that a hot shower might be just the thing to steady me out. I left the lights out, figuring everything I needed to accomplish immediately I could do in the dark.
As soon as I felt steamy air begin to rise over the shower curtain, I pushed it aside and stepped in. The hot water immediately cascaded over me, and I felt better. My head cleared and I felt in control. I knew that in a few minutes I’d be back to feeling normal.
“Fucking seasickness,” I thought to myself.
That would explain it. The champagne I’d had last night combined with the motion of the ship had caused whatever the hell was wrong with me.
The worry about what was happening to me lifted like a weight from my shoulders and I smiled to myself. Suddenly I was even more aware of the pressure from my bladder.
I closed my eyes in the hot water and relaxed myself. I’ve never felt a sexual connection to urination, but I’ve always gotten a very primal satisfaction from letting my bladder just flow freely while I stand in a hot running shower.
I willed myself to relax and was rewarded by the pleasant feeling of relief that accompanied the emptying of my bladder. I felt the hot wetness run down my legs and I held onto the wall of the shower and allowed the peaceful relaxation to flow through me.
While that happened, my thoughts drifted back to the night before, and I smiled.
And then they drifted to the day ahead. And my heart thumped in erotic anticipation.
To Be Cuntinued