We’re going on a cruise.
We’ve never done anything like that before. Jenny and I have been married for over ten years. We’ve done a lot, more than most couples, including some travel.
Jenny and I own VJ Enterprises, Inc. That’s V for Vince and J for Jennifer. Over the years, the company has been very successful, allowing Jenny and I to live comfortable, stress free lives with time to spare while we’re still in our middle thirties. We have eight employees, including Jerry our Chief Technical Officer. Recently, we’ve enjoyed our time with Jerry and his wife, Madison, and we consider them our closest friends.
The suggestion to go on a cruise came from another woman we know. Jerry and I met Marylyn and her friend, Blair, playing golf and the six of us subsequently went to dinner together. Apparently, Marylyn enjoyed our company and thought it would be a good idea to include us on a cruise she and Blair were considering with their husbands.
Marylyn called Jenny on a Sunday evening and suggested the possibility of a cruise to her. Jenny agreed it was a good idea and contacted Madison who agreed enthusiastically.
Initially, I had some reservations. Jenny was quick to notice my less than enthusiastic endorsement. “What’s the problem?” she asked. “You’ve fucked Madison and Blair multiple times. I thought you’d be delighted to spend some more time with them and for twelve days none the less.”
“That was before I knew they were married,” I said lamely.
“What made you assume they weren’t married?” asked Jenny.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was the way they approached everything with such abandon,” I guessed. “I guess I just didn’t think married women would be that uninhibited.”
“You had a great time the last time, didn’t you?” she asked.
“I did and I think you did too,” I said.
“True,” admitted Jenny. “I was more uninhibited than I’ve ever been. I’m married and that didn’t seem to bother you. We’re a changed couple because of it. We’re both happier and more comfortable with sex than at any time in our marriage. I discovered sex for the joy of sex and I’m a better woman for the experience. I have to admit I had a blast and I’m looking forward to the opportunity to party again. I think you had a blast too.”
“I did and I agree we’re a better couple than before, but that was between friends,” I countered. “You know, just Jerry and Madison.”
“Don’t forget Marylyn and Blair. They were there too,” Jenny reminded me.
“I didn’t,” I said. “It was just the six of us. It seemed to work wonderfully. Everyone was comfortable and easy. Now, suddenly, I find out they’re married and their husbands and going on the cruise with us. I guess I’m concerned about the chemistry between all of us with two additional men in the group.”
“Hold on a second,” cautioned Jenny. “Let me get this straight. You didn’t have a problem with four women and two men or that I was fucking Jerry. Now the thought of me fucking two additional men is a problem for you?”
“Now that you put it that way, you may be right. We’re talking about two men we’ve never met. I’m concerned for you. How do we know what kind of men we’re talking about? They could be Neanderthals or perverts. I want you to be safe,” I explained.
“And jealousy has nothing to do with it?” Jenny asked.
“You think I’m jealous?” I asked.
“What other possibility is there?” asked Jenny. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I’m not afraid of Neanderthals and perverts might actually add interest. Either way, you’ll not be far away if I need help. The only thing I can think of that makes you uneasy is dealing with me fucking two other men besides you and Jerry.”
“You might call it jealousy. I think of it as concern for you.”
“Well, I really like the idea of fucking more men. It’s who I am now and you’re going to have get used to it. It also means that you can fuck their wives or girlfriends without a problem from me.”
“I get that, I like the result but I do have reservations I need to deal with,” I offered.
“I’ll find a way to send the little green monster back into his closet before we leave,” committed Jenny.
“That would be nice,” I said unenthusiastically.
After that, neither Jerry nor I could think of a reason not to go, so the plan was set. Jenny and Madison provided all the necessary details, names, ages, passport numbers and credit cards, and Marylyn made all the arrangements. We were booked on a twelve-day Caribbean Cruise with port stops at several islands, Central America and the Panama Canal in late November.
Jenny declined to tell me how much the cruise had set us back and I decided it wasn’t in my best interest to know. However, I did see the expense associated with the wardrobe, and bathing suit, upgrades, with material downgrades, for the cruise. Jenny modeled a couple of the bikini’s and, to my credit, I never mentioned those expenses either.
Marylyn was on the phone again in mid-October. Since none of us had ever met her, or Blair’s husbands, and their husbands had not met us, she thought it was a good idea get together before the cruise for a get to know your fellow cruisers evening. Jenny had been musing on my concern about Marylyn and Blair’s spouses given the obvious potential for partner sharing during the cruise. Madison shared her concerns so the date was set. We were all going to Marylyn and Jacques’ place in the middle of November for dinner and games.
The four of us dressed casually and drove together to the pre-cruise party. Jenny counseled us to wear our best underwear. On the way, Jenny cautioned Jerry and me to be extra careful when talking to Marylyn and Blair’s husbands. To her knowledge, their husbands knew nothing about Marylyn’s and Blair’s extracurricular activities and they believed neither Marylyn nor Blair had met either Jerry or I before this evening. “Even a simple statement like, ‘Nice to see you again,’ might cause someone to imagine things weren’t as straight forward as they seemed and cause them to ask uncomfortable questions,” counseled Jenny.
Marylyn and Jacque’s home was a huge, faux war-damaged, French style estate on about a dozen acres south of the city. Marylyn met us at the door, barefoot and wearing a wrap-around aqua dress. She led us through a huge marble tiled foyer, with dual curved stairways to the second floor and into an even larger great room. The room was furnished in three distinct areas. Nearest to us was a small, conversation area for four people. The center section was dominated by a blue felt, regulation sized Snooker table, six pockets, with the fifteen red balls, six colored balls and a cue ball stacked at one end. A dozen cue sticks hung on a nearby section of wall.
Blair and two men were sitting in the third area, a large conversation pit with a huge, semi-circular sofa large enough for at least a dozen people facing a huge wood burning fireplace. Marylyn introduced Jenny and Madison to her and Blair’s husbands, Jacques and Owen, and Blair to me and Jerry. Jacques and Owen shook hands with Jenny and Madison and shared air cheek kisses with them. Jerry and I did the same with Blair. Blair had an over large martini glass with a pale pink liquid and lime in it on a table in front her. Another similar glass was next to it. The men picked up their old-fashioned glasses with an amber liquid and single ice cubes as they sat down.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” suggested Marylyn to Jenny and Madison, “while I get you some of what we’re having.” She headed out of the room, I supposed to the kitchen.
Jacques put his glass down and stood up again. He asked Jerry and me what he could get for us. I looked at Jerry, Jacques and his glass. “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I responded. Jerry agreed and Jacques headed for a fully stocked bar in the corner of the room. Jacques returned with two old fashioned glasses with two fingers of a copper gold colored liquid and a single ice cube. I sipped the liquor as I sat down.
“Wow, this is really good,” I said. “May I inquire what it is, Jacques?”
“It’s a Highland single malt scotch. Dalmore King Alex III to be exact and it better be good. It’s almost $250 dollars a bottle,” Jacques answered. “And Jacq is fine. We’re all friends here,” he added.
I looked suitably impressed and took a smaller sip of the scotch.
Marylyn returned with two more of the light pink drinks for Jenny and Madison. It turned out that they were Pomegranate Cosmopolitans. She sat on the sofa and picked up her glass.
“Welcome everyone,” Marylyn said holding up her glass. “To a wonderful evening tonight and a entertaining cruise next month,” she said and took a sip of her drink.
“Here, here,” was the group response.
We spent the next twenty minutes or so, discussing the cruise. Marylyn told us we had two, two-bedroom suites, next to each other on the ship and described a few of the amenities available on the ship. She spent a few minutes provoking the women with descriptions of the spa on board. She told us that the ship had three pools, a children’s pool and family pool. The third pool was an adults only pool on the top deck. She casually mentioned that it wasn’t unusual for women to go topless, or more, in the adult pool. Marylyn was beginning to set the tone for the cruise and possibly that evening.
Marylyn added information about the available meals on board. There was the main dining room, four specialty restaurants and a buffet. All were included in our reservations as was unlimited beverages, alcoholic and otherwise. She didn’t recommend the buffet, too crowded. She suggested we try all the restaurants and, just for the experience, have breakfast or lunch in the buffet.
“Speaking of food, I have to get dinner together.” Marylyn stood up. “What say you ladies give me a hand?” she asked.
All the other women thought that was a good idea and followed Marylyn toward the kitchen.
Alone, Jacq changed the subject. “You have to excuse Marylyn. She’s an energetic woman and sometimes her enthusiasm takes over.”
“She’s seems wonderful,” I offered.
“That she is,” agreed Jacq. “However, I get the feeling you know her better than I’ve been led to believe.”
Jerry tried to look smaller on the sofa.
“Shit,” I thought. I must have shown it.
“Don’t be upset, fellows. I’m not upset at all. Actually, I’m alright with it. It’s Marylyn’s way. She doesn’t share her activities with me but Owen here does. Blair doesn’t keep secrets. It’s never been a problem and I usually benefit in some way, like this evening.”
“You’re okay with it?” I managed to say.
“I am. So relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. I believe it’s going to be a hell of a ride,” Jacq said.
“Sounds challenging. What do you think Marylyn has planned?” I asked.
“We’re going to have dinner and then, I expect, Marylyn has some sort of game planned?”
“Game?” I asked.
“Yes, a game.”
“What kind of game?” I asked tentatively.
“Probably something to get everyone’s clothes off,” Jacq confirmed my thinking.
“You’ve done this before,” I said.
“No. Never. Except for with Blair and Owen here.”
Marylyn interrupted our discussion. “Dinner’s ready,” she said.
While we were walking to the table, I had a few seconds to talk with Jenny.
“Jacq knows all about our trysts with Marylyn and Blair,” I told her.
“I know,” Jenny responded. “Marylyn told me that she knows he knows.”
“How?” I asked.”
“Blair doesn’t keep secrets,” she told me.
“Jacq told me Marylyn’s plan was to get us all naked later,” I informed Jenny.
“You knew that before we got here. Do you have a problem with that?” she asked.
“No.”
“Or what follows later?” she asked further.
“No. What about you and Madison with Jacq and Owen?” I asked.
“That’s part of what this evening is about. Madison and I get an opportunity to experience Jacques and Owen before we spend twelve nights with them on the cruise. So far, they don’t seem to be either Neanderthals or perverts. I don’t have a problem.”
“That’s good, I guess,” I said.
“Time to eat,” called Marylyn. “Buffet style. Take what you want and find a seat at the table preferably not next to your spouse.”
The meal had been catered. The selections were set out on a giant sidebar with plates and silverware. I took a half-dozen things that looked good and found a seat at the dining room table between Madison and Blair.
After dinner, the men retired to the sofas in the great room again while the women cleaned up the dinner mess.
“I should really help clean up,” I said.
“Stay here. Marylyn won’t allow it. She’s more chauvinistic than I am. Trust me. I’ve tried and been sent packing more than once.
The women arrived about fifteen minutes later.
Jacq refreshed our drinks with a pitcher of margaritas. After some small talk, mostly complements on the dinner, Marylyn suggested we play a game “to get to know each other better,” she explained.
“What do you have in mind?” asked Jacq with a sly smile while looking at me for confirmation of his prediction.
“Something simple,” said Marylyn. She reached into a pocket on her dress and produced eight dice, four red and four white. She passed them out, the reds to the women and the whites to the men.
“Here’s what I propose,” she explained. “We each roll a die and the lowest number loses.”
“Loses what?” asked Blair who I think was already in on the plot.
“Oh,” paused Marylyn. “Something simple, like a piece of clothing.”
If Marylyn was expecting some reaction, she was disappointed. Everyone just nodded in agreement.
“What about ties?” asked Blair, following the script.
“Multiple losers,” said Marylyn simply.
“If we lose everything?” Blair again.
“We keep playing.”
“Why?”
“Dares,” explained Marylyn.
“Dares?”
“Yes dares and nothing’s off the table,” asserted Marylyn.
Quiet filled the space for several seconds.
“Let’s roll,” said Marylyn.
“Wait,” said Madison. “We’re not all dressed the same. Some of us have more clothing than others.”
“Not a problem,” answered Marylyn. “Just grin and bare it.”
There were a couple of smiles but no laughter.
Marylyn rolled her red die on the table in front of her. The rest of us rolled our dies. Madison and Owen rolled ones. Owen looked at Blair and quickly tossed a shoe over the back of the sofa. Madison paused for a second and looked at Jerry. Jerry shrugged his shoulders and Madison tossed a shoe over the sofa behind her.
Without pause, Marylyn picked her die and rolled it again. The rest of us followed her lead. An unbelievable five ones stared back at us. Jerry, Jacq and I tossed our first shoe. Madison and Owen tossed their last shoes.
Roll three started the drama with three more ones. Jenny and Blair tossed a shoe and Madison had an early decision to make. With both shoes already behind the sofa, she had to decide between her blouse and her jeans. Jerry gave her a hint by touching a button on his shirt. Madison slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it from the waist of her jeans, slipped it off her shoulders, down her arms and tossed it over the back of the sofa. She sat unflinchingly in her white bra.
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Marylyn said and tossed her die again. Seven more dies hit the table. There was a three-way tie with twos. Jenny, Jerry and Jacq all threw shoes over the back of the sofa.
Things got interesting on the fifth roll. Marylyn managed the sole one. “Finally,” she said. She stood up, untied the belt holding her dress together and, with a florish, she spun around and her dress flew off in her hand. She twirled again and threw her dress over the back of the sofa. Marylyn stood in front of everyone, naked.
The other three women’s mouths fell open and then they covered their mouths with their hands. Three of the men stared intently at her, smiling. Jacq laughed hysterically, clapped his hands and yelled, “You go girl.”
Marylyn sat and picked up her die. I lost another shoe, Jerry and Owen lost a sock each and Madison had to face reality. She pulled her jeans from under her bottom and then off over her feet. Her white panties matched her white bra. She was slightly disturbed by her near nakedness. Sitting next to a totally naked Marylyn helped.
The next four rolls of the dice were pretty mundane. Jerry, Jacq and Owen were all barefoot, and Marylyn’s second loss earned her the first dare of the evening. A discussion ensued about the nature of the dare and who should make it. Everyone agreed it should be one of the men. A roll of the dice gave Jerry the honor. Jerry had a difficult time deciding on the dare. He wanted Marylyn to do something sexual but she was the only one naked and he didn’t want to require someone else to compromise themselves to partner with Marylyn. In the end, he dared Marylyn to choose one man and let him suck on her nipples for two minutes. Marylyn happily climbed into Jerry’s lap and pushed her tits into his mouth for one minute each.
The next two rolls, I lost a sock, Blair lost a shoe and Jacq and Owen lost their shirts. Then I lost my other sock and Madison was back in the spotlight again. She only had two choices and neither was ideal. Tits or pussy? Which would she reveal? Tits won and Madison tossed her bra over the back of the sofa. Jacq and Owen were delighted. Madison’s breasts were new territory for them. Jerry’s and my reactions were subdued. Jerry was her husband and had seen her breasts often and I had used her tits for my personal playground more than once.
We played until all four women and Jacq were naked. Marylyn was facing her fifth dare. Jenny had survived two dares of her own. Her tits and pussy had been kissed by Jerry and Jacq respectively. Marylyn had gleefully done the same dares plus having Jerry finger her pussy. Now she prepared to take it further and Jacq, her husband, held her future.
“Marylyn,” said Jacq. “I want you to fuck Vince.”
“Here?” asked Marylyn.
“Take him wherever you want. I trust you to tell me the truth later,” suggested Jacq.
Gleefully, Marylyn leapt off the sofa, grabbed my hand and led me laughing from the room. We rushed up one of the curved stairways in the foyer and down the hallway to the largest bedroom I’d ever been in. I didn’t have time to examine the room. Marylyn pushed me on the bed, pulled off my boxers and jumped on top of me. “I’m going to fuck you silly,” she said as she tried to focus my erection.
I rolled over on her. “You’re going to fuck me alright,” I said. “But first, I’m going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop.”
I plunged into the heat between her legs. Marylyn laughed and tried to stop me. “Stop. Stop,” she yelled.
“Too soon,” I said. “Not until you have at least one orgasm,” I said.
I went to work with my tongue and lips on her clitoris. Her laughing and wiggling evolved into moans and shaking. I worked fingers into her vagina and rectum and her shaking became an earthquake and her screams silent. Then I slid up on her body and slipped inside her.
Marylyn wrapped her body around mine and laughed with me. I chased her tits with my mouth and she wiggled around trying to deny me the pleasure of catching her nipples between my lips. We rolled over several times, almost falling out of bed twice. She finally managed to pin me down when I relented. The movement of her hips against my pubic bone and her resulting orgasm, caused me to erupt inside her.
Marylyn leaned into me and kissed me. “That was really fun, but, next time, I’d like to go slow. I want the emotional feeling that I have when we’re focused on prolonged sex.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, “but you’re going to have to wait for awhile.”
“I may have a solution for that,” she commented.
Marylyn rotated around until we were head to toe and lay on top of me. She spread her legs and her mons descended toward my face. The results of our recent playful fuck coated everything including her thighs. Marylyn’s mouth surrounded my flaccid penis at the same time as I sucked her clitoris between my lips again and buried two fingers in her body, one in her ass.
“Oh shit,” cried Marylyn. “I thought we were going to go slow,” she managed to say.
“We haven’t started yet. We’re pausing during the intermission. This was your idea, remember?”
“Can’t deny that,” she admitted. “But I was going to work you up. I was already there.”
“I’m waiting and you’re neglecting your duties,” I reminded her.
It took Marylyn almost fifteen minutes to satisfy herself as to my ability to go to the next level. I just kept her ready until the time came.
I let Marylyn set the pace. We hugged and kissed until we were reminded that my erection was ready to play seek and hide. We were gentle with each other, touching and caressing. When I entered her, it was a natural extension of our care for each other. We moved unhurriedly together and settled in a classic missionary position where we could nuzzle, kiss and look into each other’s eyes. Over the next fifteen minutes, the passion climbed and my erection swelled and deepened within her. Marylyn’s orgasm announced the start of the next phase of our lovemaking.
Marylyn began to move more vigorously and I responded. Her knees came up alongside my hips and then her legs extended over my shoulders. I moved more deliberately within her, not more forcefully but more insistent. Marylyn pulled my hips closer with her arms and clamped her legs around my head as her second orgasm approached. When her orgasm engulfed her, I released my orgasm within her. We shook together and she cried.
We lay alongside each other and I wiped the tears from her cheeks. She kissed me and said, “Vince, you know that I don’t love you. I don’t want to steal you from Jenny and marry you but I love the way you fuck me. How can that be?” she asked.
“Marylyn,” I responded. “I can’t answer that. You’re right. We wouldn’t last a year married but I could have you in my bed forever. There’s something about how we fit together, how we instinctively know exactly what the other needs and how deep the emotion gets, but the emotion is a love for making love, not a commitment for a life together.”
“Ah, Vince, do you mean that?” Marylyn asked.
“Mean what?” I asked.
“That you want me in your bed forever,” she clarified.
“As long as we’re capable of having sex and, after that, just for the comfort,” I told her. “And as long as Jenny and Jacq approve,” I quickly added.
“I don’t care if Jacq approves,” Marylyn said.
“Maybe so,” I said, “but you owe him the courtesy of being honest with him. Otherwise, I might get a little nervous.”
Marylyn laughed. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Jacq and I have an understanding. I do what I want and he doesn’t ask.”
“But he knows anyway,” I said.
“Thanks to Blair,” Marylyn said.
Just then, someone knocked softly on the bedroom door.
“Speaking of Blair,” Marylyn said to me. “Come in,” she called to the door.
Blair opened the door. She was naked and she noticed how we were sprawled on the bed. “Did I interrupt anything?” she asked.
“No. You’re about five minutes late,” answered Marylyn.
“Then it’s time for me to have Vince. Jerry’s up the hall,” Blair said.
“Perfect timing,” admitted Marylyn.
Marylyn got out of the bed, and went to the door. She blew me a kiss, left the room, closing the door behind her. I patted the bed where Marylyn had been for Blair to take her place. Blair looked at the bed. “Get out of the bed for a minute,” she said. “We need to fold down the covers and hide the evidence of Marylyn’s performance before I get close to you,” she finished.
We folded the covers back over themselves and got back in the bed together. Blair ran her fingers through my hair. “Are you exhausted?” she asked.
“I was until I saw a beautiful angel in the doorway,” I said.
“You don’t have to say that,” Blair said. “I’m going to fuck you anyway.”
“I meant it. You are beautiful and the closest to an angel on earth that I’ve ever seen,” I said honestly.
Blair leaned over and kissed me. “I’m so glad we played golf with you,” she said.
“I think Marylyn is a bad influence on you,” I posited.
“No she isn’t,” Blair told me. “She’s a really good influence on me, just in a bad way.”
We laughed together and Blair started to kiss down my body. When she reached my genitals, I said, “I haven’t cleaned up.”
“That’s perfect,” Blair said. “I love the way Marylyn tastes.”
She tasted Marylyn. She spent the next ten minutes cleaning every spot of Marylyn from my penis, testicles and everything nearby. When she was done, I was more than clean. I was ready.
“I love this next part,” Blair commented.
She straddled my hips. Her eyes closed and her back arched as she lowered herself on my erection.
Her technique was different from Marylyn, Madison and even Jenny as she rotated her hips against my pubic bones. She opened her eyes and stared into my soul. I reached up and palmed her breasts.
Blair took a deep breath, leaned over, pressed her breasts against my chest and kissed me longingly. Her kiss was open mouthed and wandered all over my lips and her tongue found a home in my mouth. Her hips shifted back and forth, slowly increasing in pace until my back arched. I tried to hold back my release but I failed in the onslaught of her sexuality. Simultaneously with my first pulse of semen into her, Blair screamed and flooded us both with her effluent. Blair fell on my body, we rolled on our sides and I fell out of her.
“God, I missed that,” she moaned.
An hour later, I was exhausted and we were both covered with drying slime. We took a quick, friendly shower. I found my shorts and put them on. Blair went looking for her clothing. Downstairs, Jerry, Marylyn, Owen and Madison were waiting for me, sipping something that resembled margaritas. Jenny and Jacq were somewhere else, presumably together, and Blair was still looking for her clothing.
Six of us were sitting in the great room, sipping margaritas and talking about the pending cruise when Jacq and Jenny finally surfaced.
Jenny didn’t sit down. She offered me her hand and suggested that it was getting late and we should leave. The four of us said our goodbyes and I drove Madison and Jerry home. On the way to our house, I asked Jenny, “That was a quick exit. Was there something wrong?”
“Not at all. Something’s very right. I just didn’t want to delay my time with you a minute longer,” Jenny shared.
“How was your ‘interview’ with Jacq?” I asked. “That is, if you’re willing to share.”
“Jacq is very gentle and aware of a woman’s needs. He’s quite the gentleman. Owen is like an eight year old in a candy shop. Playful and hungry.”
“So, we’re going on the cruise?”
“We are and I can’t wait. But first I’m taking you around the world.”
We left as soon as we got home.
The four of us, Jerry, Madison, Jenny and I, got to Fort Lauderdale the day before the cruise was scheduled to leave. We stayed in a motel near the port and slept with our own wives. The next morning, we met Jacq, Owen, Marylyn and Blair for a late breakfast and headed for the departure hall after noon. Departure was late in the afternoon. We checked in, received identification badges with our pictures and coded for the amenities that were included and were shown to our cabins early. Our luggage would be delivered sometime later.
We shared two, two bedroom suites in the front of the ship that were across the narrow passageway from each other. We faced our first decision of the cruise. Which couples would share each suite? The cruise line had randomly assigned us to each suite, with Jenny and me sharing with Jerry and Madison and the other two couples sharing the second suite. We sat down in the crowded living area of one of the suites to make a few decisions.
We left the original suite assignments as they were since they were identified on our credentials. The consensus was that original assignments had little impact on who slept where during the cruise. That discussion took a little longer. After ten minutes of discussion without a resolution, the women told the guys to “take a walk” while they settled the matter between them, a plan we didn’t contest.
When we came back thirty minutes later, drinks in hand, the women had it all worked out. Their plan was inspired and practical. They had divided the eleven nights on board into five periods. The first and last nights, the couples would spend the night with their spouses. The other nine nights were divided into three, three-day periods during which, each woman would spend one night each period with each of the men not including her husband. The result was that each man would spend two nights during the cruise with his wife and three nights with each of the other women in a predefined rotation. Room keys were exchanged so that each of the women had keys to both suites.
We had a further discussion that established a night to be between ten pm and seven am the next morning and the rest of the time on board was a free for all, each of us spending unscheduled time with any of us or with others on board. We confirmed our reservations in the main dining room for eight pm and planned to spend the time until dinner touring the ship to familiarize ourselves with the various venues on board.
Jenny and I wandered the decks, waving to folks on the pier when we leaned over the rail. We located the main dining room, the other restaurants and the buffet, a huge area amidships where we thought most of the passengers would eat. We found the theater and a schedule of evening events during the cruise. I found the small casino. Jenny told me to cool my jets about the casino suggesting I wouldn’t spend much time there with all the other gamboling I would be doing. “If you lose your shirt anywhere it should be with one of us,” she told me.
We leaned over the rail while the ship departed. Many of the passengers were waving to relatives or friends on the dock. We waved at everyone and no one. Many of those we waved at waved back. I threw kisses at a couple of attractive women and Jenny elbowed me and laughed when one of them threw a kiss back. We returned to the suite with several hours to spare before dinner. We closed the door to our bedroom and had an early warm up to test the bed prior to our first night together. We cleaned up, dressed and came out of the room at about seven thirty. Madison was sitting in the living area, naked.
“What?” asked Jenny.
“Jerry’s in the shower and I’m waiting my turn. I’ve never seen a smaller shower.”
We acted as if waiting naked in the common area wasn’t unusual. We told Madison we’d meet them in the dining room and she could use the shower in our room.
“This is going to be a delicious two weeks,” said Jenny as we walked to the main dining room. “I think I’m going to like it,” she added.
The dining staff set us at three four-person tables they had moved together so all eight of us could sit together. Dinner was incredible and each of the couples went their own way. Jenny and I walked the deck together and then retired to what was essentially my bedroom in our suite. Jenny is an incredible lover. In the bedroom, we hugged, kissed and generally played as we slowly undressed each other and fell into bed. We had long, sensuous sex culminating with me filling her vagina while pumping into her from behind.
We rested, possibly napped, for a while and repeated our lovemaking. Jenny shared that she wanted it to be special since we wouldn’t be together until the end of the voyage.
“Jenny,” I told her. “Maybe we won’t spend all night together but, with all the free time, I plan to fuck you every day we’re on board.”
“Sounds nice,” she admitted. “I’ll try to accommodate you if possible. If not, feel free to give your sperm to someone else.”
About one in the morning, Jenny sat up in bed. “I’m hungry. How about we get a snack before we go to sleep?”
“I think there’s food somewhere all night. I bet we can find it,” I agreed.
I pulled on a pair of shorts and a golf shirt left untucked. Jenny just threw on a one-piece smock for our middle of the night foray. As left the bedroom, Marylyn was coming into the suite from the passageway, naked.
Surprised, Jenny asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Madison just showed up in Jacq’s room complaining that Jerry had fallen asleep and she still needed some personal care, Marylyn explained. “So I left her with Jacq and came over here to see if I could succeed where Madison failed.”
“Naked? In the hallway?” questioned Jenny.
“It’s the middle of the night, nobody’s around and it’s only a five foot walk. And, so what if someone saw me.”
“Good luck,” said Jenny and we headed for the all night food supply. As we walked, Jenny said, “I guess the all night requirement has some exceptions.”
“It looks that way to me,” I agreed. “Actually, I expected there would be exceptions.”
“Really? How?”
“Well, the original plan was for couples, one guy and one gal, all night. That didn’t leave room for the possibility of other combinations. For example, three or more of us. Also, the plan doesn’t allow for you ladies to have some valuable time with each other. That’s a major oversight.”
“You think I’ll be sexual with the other women?” Jenny asked.
“I not only think it, I expect it,” I responded.
“And you think you might get lucky with two or more of us gals at the same time?”
“I do and I’d be delighted if you were one of them. I also can’t rule out one of you ladies with two of us gentlemen at the same time,” I informed Jenny.
“That could be interesting,” Jenny mused. “I wonder how that would feel.”
“See, you’re already planning to make it happen,” I said.
We found a small bar with snacks, mostly cookies and desserts, and adult beverages, open near the casino. Jenny and I shared a decadent chocolate cake with some Bailey’s on the rocks and walked back to our stateroom.
Marylyn was sitting on the small sofa when we returned. “Jerry is hopelessly comatose,” she said. “Can I spend the night with you?” she asked.
I gave Jenny a “Just as I predicted” look and signaled Marylyn into our bedroom.
The rest of the night was our first three-some. Jenny was fascinated watching Marylyn fuck me and she loved having Marylyn orally stimulate her genitals, so much that she insisted in stimulating my genitals as the same time. We finally fell asleep after I fucked both of them and they each feasted on residue I left in each of them.
Marylyn popped up at about six-thirty in the morning. “Time I got back to Jacq,” she said and I have clean up a little first. “Thanks for the memories,” she said as she left the bedroom.
“That woman’s crazy,” said Jenny when Marylyn was gone. “I don’t think she ever sleeps.”
“Are you complaining?” I asked.
“Not at all. Sex with her is amazing and I can’t believe I had an orgasm just watching your erection slide in and out of her.”
“Sounds like you’re going to have a good time the next ten days,” I said.
The ship docked in the Bahamas in the morning and we all wandered around the port until early afternoon. We were back on the ship by three and the women changed into naughty swimwear and headed for the pool on the top deck. I took a nap.
At dinner that night, all the gals could talk about was the adults only pool and spa. “It’s really nice. It’s on the top deck and gets lots of sun but it’s well positioned to insure privacy,” described Blair.
“She’s right,’ agreed Madison. “I’ll bet half the women were topless,” she added.
“How about you ladies?” asked Owen.
“There were about a dozen men there as well,” offered Blair.
“So you were afraid to go topless in front of them?” pushed Owen.
“Marylyn wasn’t,” said Jenny.
“Oh,” said Jacq. “Marylyn went topless and the rest of you just sat around looking at the men in their speedos. Somehow, I don’t believe you’d let Marylyn be the only one with her tits on display.”
“All right,” admitted Madison. “We all took off our tops.”
“Go girls,” said Jerry.
“But Marylyn was the only one to take off her bottom too,” added Madison.
Jacq laughed.
“Shit,” said Jerry. “I sorry I missed that.”
“Well, you can catch up tomorrow,” suggested his wife.
After dinner, Madison and I walked around the deck together. We were scheduled to spend the night together and Jenny suggested we get an early start. We ended up in the darkened nightclub, sipping drinks and watching the dancers. Madison’s hands wandered all over my thighs and everything in between. I discovered, without much surprise, that Madison wasn’t wearing panties. We ambled back to my bedroom before the ten pm curfew. Jenny was somewhere else, probably with Owen.
Sleeping all night with Madison was an experience. Madison didn’t sleep. She just rested while she waited for me to catch up. We feasted, fucked and feasted some more. Renewing my sexual experiences with Madison was amazing. I felt twenty years younger. I couldn’t get enough of how she tasted and almost strained my tongue reaching as far inside her as possible.
Madison had her tongue in my ass more than once and her finger more times than that. The fucking was emotional, satisfying and neither of us wanted to waste a moment together. The sun was streaming through the glass door to the mini balcony outside the room when I asked her how she could keep up the pace.
“I can’t,” she admitted. “But I really enjoy being with you and we don’t get any chances at home so I wanted to make the best of it,” she said. “I’m probably going to take a nap later.”
“I think we need to create some chances at home,” I suggested.
“I’d like that,” Madison agreed.
We were going to be at sea all day. We needed to find interesting things of do aboard ship. At breakfast, the four women elected to go to the adult pool in the morning. They convinced Jerry and me to join them. After yesterday’s description of the environment, it didn’t take much convincing.
We settled in on adjacent loungers poolside. Jerry and I gladly applied sun block to the women’s backs when they stretched out on their tummies to get some sun. They all undid the backs of their suit tops when they were settled.
I sat between the women on my lounger, with sunglasses and e-reader. The sunglasses served to hide my eyes and the e-reader a prop to hide where I was looking. There were about a dozen ladies poolside, most of them younger than I was. All but one of them was topless and three of them were totally naked.
Twenty minutes later, Jenny turned over and dropped her top next to her lounger. She offered me the sun block and told me to get to work. I covered her legs, arms and chest with sun block and rubbed it in. I was especially concerned with protecting her breasts. By the time I was done, the rest of the women had turned over and discarded their bras. Blair, on my right, asked me to apply her sun block. I gave her the same treatment I had given Jenny. Jerry was hard at work with Madison and Marylyn.
Jenny, on the lounger on my left, tapped my arm and said, “You’re not fooling anybody. We all know what you’re actually looking at. Some of those girls are putting on a show to get your attention.”
“I’m too old for them,” I said.
“But they’re not too young for you,” Jenny said with a smile.
“I wouldn’t,” I said.
“If I said it was all right with me if you did, would you?” asked Jenny.
“I could be coerced,” I told her, “but it’s improbable.”
“We’ll see,” Jenny predicted.
I settled back in my lounger and pretended to read. I caught the eye of a woman, nearer to my age than many of the others, when she looked directly at me. She stared directly at me when she picked up her sun block and rubbed the lotion suggestively onto her uncovered breasts. Her tongue slid back and forth over her lips as she rubbed.
Near noon, Jerry and the women went looking for lunch. I hung around. If Jenny was right, I guessed that nothing would happen until she left and I wanted to see if she was correct.
After everybody left, I looked for the woman again. She was waiting, her eyes already focused on me. When she had my attention, she held up her bottle of sun block and offered it in my direction. I guessed, from her motions, that she was asking if I wanted to help her rub the lotion over her body.
I lifted my sunglasses and peeked at her from under them. I smiled and wiggled a finger at her suggesting that she could come to me if she was serious. She stood up and headed in my direction, swinging her sun block in one hand, her bathing suit top swinging from the other hand and her breasts swinging from her chest.
She sat on the empty lounger next to mine. “Vince,” I said.
“Tiffany,” she said.
“Tiffany?” I asked.
“Yes. Tiffany. I get that a lot,” she said.
“You’re concerned about sun burn?” I asked.
“I am,” Tiffany confirmed.
“And you need help applying sun block?” I asked.
“It’s always better when someone else rubs it in,” she said.
“Where should I start?” I asked.
“Not here. Some place more private,” she suggested.
“Where?” I asked.
“How about my stateroom?” Tiffany suggested. “It’s on this deck,” she added as incentive.
While I was considering the possibilities, Tiffany said while pointing at a nearby door, “I’ll wait inside the door over there. Five minutes. Join me if you resolve your indecision.”
Amazed at my reluctance, I picked up my towel and followed Tiffany through the door, about halfway down the narrow passageway and into her tiny stateroom. The most available space was on the queen-sized bed that consumed most of the room. Given the room size, falling out of the bed wasn’t an option.
Tiffany closed the door, managed to slide by me and sat on the bed. She patted the bed and I sat down next to her. “So tell me, Vince, what are you doing here?”
“Here?” I asked innocently referring to her room.
“I think I know why you’re here. Tell me why you’re on this cruise.”
“Just a little vacation trip for the eight of us,” I said.
“There are eight of you?” Tiffany asked.
“Yes. Four couples,” I confirmed.
“Those women you were with?” Tiffany asked.
“That’s them,” I responded.
“You seemed quite familiar with a couple of them,” Tiffany stated.
“All of them actually,” I told her.
“That familiar and more?” asked Tiffany.
“Much more,” I said.
“And four guys?” she asked.
“Four guys,” I confirmed.
“How does that work?” she asked.
“Quite well,” I told her. “Four rooms, four women, four guys, all day, all night, nothing off the table except clothing,” I bragged.
“Fuck,” Tiffany said.
“That too,” I answered.
“Sounds like fun. Do you recruit?” she asked.
“It takes a unanimous vote,” I said.
“How do I apply?” Tiffany asked.
“It’s a pretty rigorous interview,” I said.
“Vince,” she said, “You’re a terrible salesman.”
“But a great interviewer,” I said.
Tiffany leaned over and kissed me tentatively. She followed up with a more intent kiss and I fell back on the bed with her tongue in my mouth. Her breasts rubbed on my chest. I rolled us over, kissed her with my tongue in her mouth and then circling her nipples, erect on her tits.
She turned us over again, knelt on the floor and pulled off my swim trunks. There was no doubt about my intentions. She moved me up into the center of the bed. She held the base of my erection in her right hand and covered the rest of it with her mouth. Tiffany was a natural, an artist, a potential professional. Within minutes, I was asking her to stop. There was a danger if she continued.
“Would that be a problem?” Tiffany asked.
“We might have to skip the rest of the interview,” I told her.
“That would be a problem,” she agreed.
Tiffany stood up on the bed, her feet on either side of my waist. She balanced precariously because of the movement of the uneven surface of the bed, looked into my eyes and untied the strings of her bikini bottom on her left hip. I watched, fascinated, as she repeated the movement with the strings on her right hip. Her suit bottom fell forward. The gusset stuck for a moment until the bikini bottom fell on my waist.
Tiffany had a full complement of dark hair, neatly trimmed into a perfect upside down triangle. The point of her triangle was glistening and tiny drops of murky liquid and pointing past her genitals directly at my erection. “Is this part of the interview?” she asked.
“You’ve been peeking at the answer book,” I said.
Tiffany laughed and began to lower herself to me. On her knees on each side of my hips, she moved to slide her fully exposed labia along my fully exposed erection. Her heat was intense. Her intensity was hot. She settled down on me and I disappeared inside her. She lay on my chest and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth completing the union.
When she moved her hips, I almost lost it all. “Careful,” I said.
We lay like that for several minutes. Eventually, Tiffany moved again. “Better?” she asked.
“Perfect,” I agreed.
We moved together, surrounded by the heat and sounds of our sloppy union. I turned us over, held my weight above her on my arms and pushed my hips into her without losing a beat. I pushed into her repeatedly and she pushed back just as often. She bit her lip and I felt her tense and then shake.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Fine,” she answered. “Just a small quake.”
We moved again and I ended up behind her on our knees. Tiffany sloped her back until her shoulders were on the bed and her face buried in a pillow with her hips high in front of me. I pushed as deeply inside her as I could. I’m not a slouch in the size department but she took it all with room to spare.
I knew I wouldn’t last forever. I was trying to wait until she experienced a major quake but I was losing the battle. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another plunge, Tiffany screamed into her pillow, her vagina constricted and ounces of murky fluid pushed out alongside my erection.
At the last second, I pulled out and came forcefully on her back.
We didn’t move for several minutes, gasping for breath and gaining control of our muscles.
“Why did you do that?” Tiffany asked.
“What?” I asked.
“Cum on my back,” she said.
“Not knowing the circumstances, I thought it was the appropriate thing to do,” I answered her.
“My fault,” she admitted. “I should have told you to cum inside me.”
“Would that have been wise?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m on the pill, but even if I wasn’t, it would have been worth it,” she said.
“Next time? I asked.
“Even if I fail the vote?”
“You’ve got my vote,” I said.
“You said it had to be unanimous,” she reminded me.
“I guess I’ll just have to be a better salesman,” I said.
“Thank you,” Tiffany said.
“I didn’t do anything worthy of a ‘thank you’,” I said.
“You showed me that sex can be fun and that’s enough,” she said.
“I think there’s a story there somewhere but it’ll have to wait for a later time. I hate to do this but I have to go and arrange a vote.”
“That’s the only thing you could have said that I would let you go so soon.”
“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to come back for more, even without a vote,” I said.
“I’d love that, but I’d like a unanimous vote,” she said.
“That means I’d have to share you with seven others,” I told her.
“The women too?” she asked.
“The women too,” I .confirmed.
“Oooh,” she hesitated.
“You’ll love it,” I said.
“Really?”
“They all do,” I told her.
“Then you better hurry and have a vote,” Tiffany said.
Nobody was in either suite so I changed and wandered up to the buffet. I found five of them sitting around a large table. They had all eaten. I grabbed a plate and several of the more appealing offerings and sat at the table with them.
“Where have you been?” asked Jenny with a grin as if she didn’t know.
“Interviewing,” I said.
“Interviewing?” asked Marylyn. “What does that mean?”
I looked around. There were people everywhere. “Not here,” I said.
“Where?”
“How about in our suite in thirty minutes. Where are Jacq and Owen?”
“They went to the casino,” said Blair.
“They should be there too,” I said. “I think we’ll need a vote.”
“A vote? Sounds interesting,” said Blair. Marylyn and I can vote their proxy if they are too busy to come.”
Everyone left Jenny and me at the table. “You connected with someone at the pool, didn’t you?” Jenny asked.
“I did,” I said simply.
“There’s more,” isn’t there?” she pushed.
“She’s a good person and she could use our company,” I said.
“And we could use hers?” Jenny asked.
“That’s what I think but it has to be unanimous.”
“This whole trip is about sex, morning, noon and especially at night. How does she fit in?”
“She’s looking for sex. Good sex. But there’s something deeper going on with her. I think she needs to fit in somewhere and she’s using sex as a way to get there but I think she’d benefit more from just the human contact and being part of something bigger than sex. We have that and the sex too.”
“You had sex with her?” asked Jenny.
“I did but she was a little tentative. She wants to throw herself into sex but she doesn’t have all the skills. I think she’s a novice putting on a brave front. Its working for her but, if she crosses paths with the wrong guy, I think she’ll just come apart. We can protect her from that at least for the rest of the voyage,” I extrapolated.
“So we should fuck her for her own good,” said Jenny.
“It sounds predatory when you put it that way,” I said. “Maybe we should just provide her a safe group to be part of and fuck her when she wants to be fucked.”
“Sounds like a difference without a distinction,” said Jenny. “What happens to her when we get back to Fort Lauderdale?”
“I have no idea. Maybe something will come up in the next week or so,” I said.
“We need to talk about this further but first we need to have a group meeting.
“Look, I’m out on a limb here,” I said. “How about you and I have dinner with her tonight and we meet with the others after that. At least you’ll have a sense of what I’m thinking.”
“Good plan. Invite her to dinner. I’ll get us a table in one of the restaurants for seven,” said Jenny, “and I’ll let the others know that the meeting is after dinner.”
I didn’t know how to contact Tiffany. We didn’t exchange phone numbers and the cell phones didn’t work on board anyway. I found my way back to her cabin and knocked on the door. Tiffany answered with a towel wrapped around her body.
“Vince. What are you doing here? I didn’t expect you so soon. Did you vote?” she asked.
“Not yet but it’s in motion. However, I think you should meet my wife before we vote and I thought dinner tonight would be the perfect time.”
“Meet your wife? Is there a problem?” asked Tiffany.
“No. No problem. Just have dinner with Jenny and me. She wants to meet you. She could be a great advocate for you.”
“Okay, then. Where?”
“Seven tonight and I call you with which restaurant,” I said.
I wrote down her cabin number so I could call her. Tiffany dropped her towel. “Just a reminder of how I want the vote to go,” she said. I went back to see Jenny. Jenny wasn’t alone when I got back to the suite. Our bedroom door was closed and the sounds confirmed what I suspected. I knocked gently.
“Who’s that?” I heard Jenny say through the closed door.
“It’s me,” I answered.
I heard some indistinct discussion before Jenny said, “Its okay. You can come in.”
Jenny was naked in bed with Madison, also naked. “Close the door,” they both said.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” I said without conviction.
“You did,” said Jenny, “but we agree that you could add some spice if you wanted to.”
“Just for the fun of it?” I asked.
“Just for the fun of it,” echoed Madison. “But I could use some serious fucking,” she added.
“We’re on for dinner,” I said to Jenny as I got undressed.
“Great. Seven in the Italian restaurant,” confirmed Jenny.
“Dinner? With who?” asked Madison as I stripped and settled between the women.
“Some bimbo Vince met this afternoon,” answered Jenny while nibbling my nipples.
“She’s not a bimbo,” I defended Tiffany.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” accused Jenny.
“You fucked her?” questioned Madison who was teasing my penis to attention.
“Before you imagine something more than it is, Tiffany is a nice person. She’s alone and looking for companionship. She’s also fragile. I thought we could be a group she’d be comfortable with and safe at the same time. Jenny wants to meet her before I introduce her to the rest of you,” I stated.
“Tiffany, huh. Sounds like we could all fuck her,” judged Madison.
“If that what she wants. We could also be her friend.” My erection was aching for more attention.
“I’d like to meet her too,” said Madison.
“Meet me first,” I said shifting my hips suggestively.
Madison held my erection vertical. “You first?” she asked Jenny.
“You want me to warm him up so you can finish him?” asked Jenny.
“That would be nice,” agreed Madison.
Jenny settled her pussy onto my erection and Madison settled her pussy on my face. After they each had an orgasm, they changed places and I had my chance while inside Madison.
As we untangled from each other, Madison said, “I want to meet Tiffany soon.”
“After dinner,” agreed Jenny. “Remind the others to meet us here at nine,” she concluded.
Jenny and I had dinner with Tiffany. Tiffany was distant at first but warmed up as she talked with Jenny. They monopolized most of the conversation at dinner while I nodded and added an occasional comment. By the time we finished the Tiramisu, Jenny and Tiffany were fast friends.
The three of us got back to our suite about eight thirty. Tiffany was astonished at the size and luxury of our suite. “Two bedrooms?” she asked.
“We share with another couple,” Jenny told her. “There are two more couples across the hall,” she added.
Jenny took Tiffany into our bedroom, winked at me and closed the door. I sat on the narrow balcony watching the sea ripple and the stars emerge.
Right at nine, Madison led the other five into the suite. I came in from the balcony. “Where’s Jenny?” asked Madison.
“In the bedroom,” I said. “I’ll get her.”
I knocked on the door. “Time,” I said.
“I’ll be right out,” Jenny called.
Jenny looked as if she had dressed hastily when she exited the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind her.
“Okay. Why are we all here?” asked Blair.
Jenny took the floor. “Vince met someone this afternoon and we had dinner with her. We’d like to propose that she become part of our group for the rest of the voyage,” she informed everyone.
“Pretty fast,” said Marylyn.
“She’s very nice and she could use some friends,” said Jenny.
“I interviewed her this afternoon,” I added.
“You mean you fucked her,” stated Marylyn.
“It was an intensive interview,” I smiled.
“Sounds like you two have made a decision,” said Jacq. “What do you need from us?”
“We need unanimous agreement,” said Jenny. “Her involvement with one of us is involvement with all of us.”
“Including us gals?” asked Marylyn.
“That’s an affirmative,” Jenny answered.
“You fucked her too,” challenged Marylyn.
“Just enough to confirm Vince’s opinion,” Jenny said.
“How would she fit into the schedule?” asked Madison.
“I think the schedule should proceed as planned and she would float as she wished among us,” ventured Jenny. “I also think she would be part of our days together and an interesting third if she wanted to spend the night with us and not in her stateroom.”
“The use of an extra room would be nice,” suggested Jerry.
“Does she have big tits?” asked Owen.
“Christ, Owen. Is that all you think about?” challenged Blair. “When do we meet her?”
“She’s asked that we protect her privacy unless we all agree. She would feel uncomfortable the rest of the trip if saw us and we had rejected her,” explained Jenny.
“Reasonable,” said Jacq. “Sight unseen, I vote yea.”
“Does anyone vote nay?” asked Jenny.
No one had any issues. “Then we’re all agreed. We’ll officially ask Tiffany to join our group for the duration,” she added.
“Now can we meet her?” asked Blair again.
“Wait here,” said Jenny and she headed for the bedroom.
There was a sense of anticipation in the room while we waited for Jenny to return. She was gone for about three minutes when the door opened. Every eye was on the door as Jenny led Tiffany into the room. Nobody said a word as Tiffany settled on the sofa between Jenny and me.
“Don’t you dare say anything,” whispered Blair to Owen when she saw Tiffany’s modest breast size.
Jenny did the introductions and we all spent some time getting to know each other. Tiffany answered most of the questions honestly, from what I heard. Each of us answered her questions as well. Tiffany shared her observation that four of us were in our forties, four others in our thirties and she was twenty-eight.
“When do we get to see more of you?” asked Owen.
“Do you want me to strip here?” Tiffany asked hopefully.
“No we don’t,” interrupted Jacq. “If I understand correctly, we’ll have more than enough opportunities for that later.”
It was getting late, near ten pm. Folks began to wander out of the room in pairs. Jenny left with Jacq and Madison with Owen. Jerry and Blair went into the other bedroom. Marylyn hung around with Tiffany and me.
“What’s going on?” asked Tiffany. “I thought you were married to Jenny.”
“I am,” I said.
“Then why did she leave with Jacq?” Tiffany asked.
“We have a schedule. Tonight Jenny and Jacq are paired together,” I told her.
“Is that why Marylyn is still here? She’s paired with you tonight?” Tiffany asked.
“True,” I said.
“I’m looking forward to a long night,” tossed in Marylyn with a smile while fingering the buttons on her blouse.
“What about me?” asked Tiffany.
“You’re a free agent,” I said. “Follow anyone, stay here or head back to your room,” I said. “Your choice.”
“Is it okay if I stay with you?”
I looked at Marylyn. Marylyn looked at Tiffany and then at me. “Why the hell not,” she said and walked into the bedroom. I looked at Tiffany and nodded toward the bedroom. Tiffany stood up and headed for the bedroom with a spring in her step. I followed with a spring in my step.
By the time Tiffany and I got into the bedroom, Marylyn had her blouse and bra off. She turned and watched us enter. Tiffany noticed Marylyn’s state of undress, smiled and started to take off her blouse. After Tiffany took off her bra, the women took turns helping each other until they were both naked. Then they turned their attention to me.
My second three-some, the second with Marylyn, and we’d only been at sea for three days. As expected, Marylyn took the lead. Tiffany started slowly. Watching Marylyn bouncing on my hips, fucking me, fascinated her and seemed to start her engine. She settled on my face and leaned in to kiss Marylyn. Marylyn loved the idea and the resulting combination almost smothered me.
The women changed places and I struggled to breathe again.
In the morning, I woke on the edge of the bed. Marylyn and Tiffany were in a tangle on the rest of the bed. I had wonderful memories of sex, both oral and pelvic with each of the women. I guessed, from how the women were sleeping, that they found plenty to do with each other after I fell asleep.
I peed in the tiny bathroom, brushed my teeth in front of the tiny sink and took a shower in the tiny shower. Marylyn came in and peed while I was in the shower. Tiffany waited until I came out of the bathroom.
We sat on the edge of the bed before getting dressed. “It’s after seven,” said Marylyn.
“What does that mean?” asked Tiffany.
“The schedule is ten to seven,” I told her.
Marylyn picked up her clothes, kissed me and then Tiffany, headed out and closed the door.
“She’s leaving like that?” Tiffany asked.
“It’s okay,” I said. “She only has to go five feet to across the hall.”
Tiffany pushed me back on the bed and kissed me. “I want to thank you. Last night was the most fantastic time I’ve ever had.”
“You’re welcome,” I said, “But you really owe most of your thanks to Marylyn. After all, you spent most of the night with her.”
“I can fix that,” she said.
Tiffany straddled my chest and kissed me again when someone knocked on the door. “Come in,” she called.
Jenny opened the door and stopped. “Am I interrupting anything?” she asked.
“You’re early,” Tiffany said. “Anything hasn’t started yet.”
“Funny,” responded Jenny. She came in, closed the door and sat on the bed.
“You want to join us?” asked Tiffany.
“Not now. I was hoping to get Vince to go to breakfast with me.”
“Can I come?” asked Tiffany.
“You’ll have to get dressed or you can wait here until I bring him back.”
“I’ll get dressed, have breakfast and come back with you,” Tiffany suggested.
“Fine. I’ll wait outside,” agreed Jenny.
When the door closed, Tiffany pushed a tit into my mouth. “Just something to look forward to,” she said.
We got dressed and went to breakfast. We found the others in the dining room. They made room at the table for the three of us. I was seated next to Owen. He leaned over and whispered, “Are you monopolizing Tiffany?”
“Not at all. Ask and maybe she’ll take a ride with you,” I said.
The ship had docked at Aruba overnight. After breakfast, we headed for the gangway to satisfy our curiosity about Oranjestad. Owen and Tiffany disappeared. Blair shrugged her shoulders. “Had to happen,” she opined.
We spent the afternoon at the adult pool. I went with Jenny, Blair and Madison. They went topless almost as soon as we got there. When they turned over, they also removed their suit bottoms. “I’m looking for a nice cheek tan,” Jenny informed me.
Later, Jenny and Blair turned over without restoring their suits. Madison turned over but placed a towel modestly on her hips. Jenny tried to get me to remove my swim trunks. I politely refused even when she pointed out an older man sunning himself au natural.
We went to dinner together. We hadn’t seen Tiffany all day. When asked, Owen also had no information as to her whereabouts. Tiffany caught up with us in the bar after dinner.
Blair and I wandered off. We toured the ship in the dark. We found a quiet spot on the top of the ship and marveled at the stars together. We made out like teenagers, kissing and feeling each other up without restrictions or guilt. When another couple walked past us, the woman made a critical comment. I zipped up, Blair straightened her clothing, leaving her bra unhooked, and we headed back to the suite. We forgot Blair’s panties on the deck.
Surprisingly, Blair and I weren’t uninterrupted all night. It was better than any night so far for me. Blair and I were beginning to know each other’s needs and wants and we were becoming proficient at fulfilling them all including our need for sleep.
After breakfast in the morning, seven of us left the ship to visit Curacao. Jenny stayed behind to spend the day with Tiffany. Madison put her arm in mine as we left the gangway and we spent the morning wandering the port alone while the other five went their own way.
The days were beginning to be comfortable and ordinary even though we had defined partnerships over night. Relaxed and carefree governed our days and our nights were intense and orgasmic.
We were scheduled to spend the entire next day at sea. Relaxation was the focus. Jenny and I spent the entire day together. We spent some of the day in bed, some of the day eating and some of the day walking the deck for exercise. We also had time to actually talk to each other.
Jenny wanted to bring me up to speed concerning Tiffany. “First of all,” she said, “Her name isn’t Tiffany. It’s Anne.”
“I didn’t think she was a Tiffany,” I said.
“Don’t interrupt. The short version of her story is that two years ago she was engaged to be married. She was raised in a strict Christian environment. Her father was a pastor and her parents were invested in her marrying into another Christian family. Her engagement was blessed by both families. At twenty-six, she was still a virgin and she thought her intended was as well. They had an agreement to remain chaste until after marriage.
“A month before the marriage, her finance became insistent that they have sex before they were married. His rationale was that it would improve the quality of the honeymoon they had planned. She resisted his advances and when she shared her problem with a girl friend, she discovered her future husband wasn’t a virgin at all. He had been having sex with a local woman who had recently broken off the relationship. He became sexually frustrated and that fed his efforts to have sex with her. One evening, when he forced himself on her, she felt overwhelmed and relented to avoid injury or worse. He left her bruised and bleeding.
“Anne broke off the engagement the next day. Her parents, especially her father, were incensed. He didn’t believe her story and demanded she apologize and go through with the wedding. She refused. He disowned her and she moved out of the house.
“As a result, Anne’s been searching for meaning in her life. No longer a virgin, she’s engaged in modest wanton behavior and a series of sexual unions, all better than her first experience but none fulfilling. Her partners left satisfied without regard to her. Her depression deepened and she booked this cruise to escape to a safe space.
“She can’t explain why she flirted with you at the pool but she’s glad you responded. She was embarrassed to tell me that she’d never experienced an orgasm until she met you. I know you didn’t know that and I shouldn’t have told you except that I want you know how important that first meeting was for her and that you should treat her appropriately.”
“That’s quite a story,” I said. “I almost feel awful about including her in our carnal group.”
“Don’t feel bad. She’s having the time of her life. For the first time, sex has meaning. She’s having multiple orgasms every day. It’s approaching an obsession. I think she’s in love with all of us and that’s an issue. The cruise will end, we’ll all go our own way and what will happen to Anne?”
I didn’t have an answer.
The rest of our day, we relaxed again at the adult only pool. I tried, and failed, to ignore the undressed women walking around the pool deck and lying on loungers nearby.
We had dinner in the Chop House restaurant, including Anne. Jenny helped Anne explain her use of an alias and Anne apologized for the deception. After dinner, some were headed for the casino, the lounge or the show room. Marylyn took my arm and rushed me to my suite and the bedroom. When we passed Anne in the hallway, Marylyn told her, “This time I want him alone.”
Anne responded, “Have a fuckin’ wonderful evening.”
The ship docked in Columbia Tuesday morning with the usual visits to the shops at the port in Cartagena.
Blair caught up with me that afternoon and we were together the rest of the day. After dinner, we headed for my suite and an early start on more sex. About eleven, there was a soft knock on the door. Blair got out of bed and answered the door naked. Anne was on the other side, also naked. “Could I join you for a while?” she asked.
Blair looked at me and I responded in as noncommittally as I could. “Sure, why not?” said Blair.
Anne almost ran over Blair in her haste to get to the bed. Laughing, Blair followed her. We had a three-way orgy of tits, pussies, asses, erections and limp cocks until early the next morning when we fell asleep.
Jenny knocked on the door after seven am. When no one responded, she opened the door. “Did someone lose something?” she asked while holding Anne’s clothing in her hand.
“I didn’t need them until now,” answered Anne.
Jenny waited patiently while both women dressed and left the bedroom. She started to take off her clothing. “Can I have a rain check?” I asked. “At least until after breakfast?” I added.
Jenny laughed. “I’ll wait outside while you get decent,” she said.
Wednesday, after breakfast and a quick but intense screw, we spent the day cruising the northern portion of the Panama Canal and Gatun Lake. All of us spent most of the day at the railings, with thousands of others, to watch the workings of the canal and see the sights. That night, Madison and I spent our third, and last night together on this voyage. Madison was resolute that we would find additional opportunities to be together after we got home.
We made it to Costa Rica the next day with predictable results. There was a sadness from Madison when we woke together the next morning. She told me she was melancholy about when, or if, we would be together again.
The next two days were spent at sea. The longest, non-stop portion of the voyage. We all knew these two days marked the end of our joint time together. Multiple, mix and match sexual encounters were the consensus solution. Most of us missed lunch and, if the women exposing themselves at the adult pool missed our ogling them, we never knew it. Marylyn and I had our last night together.
Our last day on board was more of the same except we all had to take time to pack everything except clean underwear and other essentials for departure. We had a last group dinner in the main dining room, including Anne, that lasted until we were asked to leave.
We put our luggage in the passageway for movement by the staff to the departure area. Jenny and I retired early to relax in each other’s arms for the last time on the ship. About an hour after we retired, someone knocked on the bedroom door.
“Who’s there?” asked an annoyed Jenny.
“It’s me, Anne,” came the reply. “Can I join you tonight?” she asked.
Jenny looked at me for a decision. I nodded slightly. “Come in,” called Jenny.
Anne entered hesitantly and closed the door. She sat on the edge of the bed. Jenny made no effort to cover herself, an indication of her pique.
“I wanted to spend my last night with the two of you. Without you, none of the last ten days would have been possible and I wanted to thank you in person. All of your friends are remarkable people and you’re lucky to have them in your lives, but the two of you are exceptional. I didn’t understand caring about someone from love rather than responsibility before we met. You cared and you set me free. I’ll never forget your kindness.”
Anne reached out and lifted Jenny’s exposed breast in her hand. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
Jenny melted. The women hugged and kissed each other. When Jenny started to remove Anne’s clothing, I moved from the bed and out onto the balcony where I sat, naked, watching the sea and the stars until I was needed.
I woke when a naked Anne sat in my lap and kissed me. “Sorry to leave you out here so long but I wanted you to be last.”
“For me,” I said, “Jenny has to be last.”
“Perfect,” said Anne and she led me back to the bed where a very happy Jenny was waiting.
The ship docked at six am and we had to be off before ten. The three of us grabbed a quick breakfast from the buffet, left the ship and waited for the others in the large reception hall near the baggage. By nine-thirty, everybody had collected their baggage and we were having a last group meeting on the walk outside the building.
Anne was adamant that Jenny and I exchange contact information with her, which was her cell phone number, her email address and her Facebook page. She was unsure about where she would be staying and promised to let us know when she settled. Jenny and I had emotional goodbyes with Jacq, Marylyn, Owen and Blair and headed for the airport with Jerry and Madison. I looked back as the taxi pulled away and saw Anne standing alone on the sidewalk with her baggage looking forlorn and hopeless.
Anne’s situation dominated the conversation among the four of us all the way home and continued later between Jenny and me in our own bed.
“We can’t leave Anne alone like that,” Jenny stated.
“I agree but what can we do?” I asked.
“We can give her a place to live,” suggested Jenny.
“Where?” I asked.
“Here,” Jenny suggested.
“Here?” I asked.
“Yes, here. We have a spare room. We can help her until she can help herself,” Jenny insisted. “It’s the Christian thing to do and Anne would relate to that.”
“Won’t that create a problem?” I asked.
“What problem? I don’t see a problem,” Jenny stated.
“She’s a beautiful woman and we’ve been sexually active with her for the last two weeks. Don’t you think that sets an expectation if she stays with us?”
“An expectation for her or for you?” asked Jenny.
“Don’t leave yourself out of that equation,” I said.
“You have a problem with fucking her once in a while?” Jenny asked.
I couldn’t answer that. I thought Jenny might have a problem with it. The woman I loved more than life itself was suggesting I could have a prolonged sexual relationship with another woman. She was remarkably tolerant up to now but it was always on a temporary basis. This was somehow different.
“What’s the matter?” Jenny said. “Cat got your tongue.”
I took Jenny in my arms and kissed her lovingly. “No,” I said. “You have my heart. You’re a remarkable woman. I love you.”
Jenny called Anne in the morning.