Prologue
I felt giddy, like a wide-eyed girl walking through the gates of Disneyland as Tony and I walked up the colorful embarkation gangway to board the massive cruise ship. Party music filled the air, interrupted by occasional blasts of the ship’s fog-horn, as if showing off its colossal presence to the other ships at the pier. Size matters with cruise ships. It also matters with what I was prepared to get a lot of during the next six days cruising around the Caribbean: the undivided attention of Tony’s massive dick. I have been preparing for this sea-bound vacation for six months, ready to mesmerize him with an unrelenting amorous assault that would surpass his greatest fantasies.
Tony and I met in college. Our mutual passion for one another was instantaneous and insatiable. We married just weeks after graduation and couldn’t keep our hands off each other the first two years of marriage. We were both also fortunate to be employed quickly. I work for a small creative design company, while Tony stepped onto the fast-track management path of a large downtown company. Life was awesome. Over the last three years our passion has faded. Tony’s work demands his attention like a mistress attempting to steal my husband. I booked this cruise six months ago to steal him back. Every day since booking the rendezvous, I have fantasized and planned for the ways I can seduce him back to our original passion. The best thing about the trip was my seduction would go unrivaled by the mistress of his work. The laptop was not invited, leaving his lap free for my imagination. His cell phone will be off, useless at sea with no reception. I will be turned on with more reception and apps than he can shake his dick at. His constant work preoccupation with proposals and performance will take on whole new meaning over the next six days and beyond.
We followed the crowd up the gangplank and onto the ship. Smiling members of the crew welcomed us enthusiastically. The ship’s photographer was busy, snapping photos to capture how pale and tightly-wound guests are as they come on board. He asked me to stand in front of Tony for the photo. Tony put his hands on my shoulders. I put my hands behind my back, and secretly took hold of his dick as if it was a large rope. “Smile!” the photographer said. Tony’s eyes were wide with surprise. Click. “Perfect,” the photographer said. We were directed to our cabin and encouraged to join the bon voyage party poolside.
“Get used to that,” I said with a wink and a smile as we moved toward our mid-ship balcony cabin. “There’s no telling what surprises this next week will hold.” I knew that would be true for Tony; I had no way of knowing how true it would become for me. We slipped the key card into the door and walked in to our home away from home for the next week. “Oh yes!” I said, having looked forward to this moment for so long. The room was better than I had imagined. Our luggage had already been delivered. We decided we didn’t need a lot for a cruise, so we packed all of our clothes and necessities into one medium-sized suitcase. Tony had no idea I had packed the second small suitcase with new lingerie and items to fulfill every sexual fantasy I could imagine. He will discover that soon enough. We stepped onto the balcony to absorb the warm humid Miami breeze. I couldn’t help from smiling. I have him a long passionate kiss and moaned as I felt Tony’s dick begin to harden between us. The fantasy had begun.
Chapter One
Before we knew it, the gallant fog-horn blast announced the ship’s departure. I turned and gave Tony another long passionate kiss as we felt the movement of the ship beneath us.
“Let’s get in our swimsuits, and go up to the pool.” I said.
“Now?” Tony asked.
“Yes,” I said with a coy smile. “We’ll be back. I promise. Let’s go party.”
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the bed. Tony followed suit. My bra came off quickly and landed on the t-shirt, freeing my firm, round 34Ds. Tony and I simultaneously dropped our shorts and miniskirt respectively. We both smiled, admiring the familiar sexy physique of the other. Tony is 6’2″ with a muscular build. He has dark hair, the most amazing translucent blue eyes and broad smile. I am a petite 5’3″ strawberry-blonde with freckled skin that Tony swears he loves from my round tits to my small ass. Tony’s still semi-hard dick stiffened as we locked eyes for what felt like the first magical moment I had dreamed of for this cruise.
I pulled Tony’s swimsuit from the suitcase and handed it to him. As he took it, I knelt down in front of him. “Well, hello,” I said to his growing member. “I can’t just ignore you, now can I?” Tony’s dick immediately grew hard as a rock, reaching it’s impressive eight inches I had enjoyed so frequently throughout college and the first couple years of our marriage. My mouth immediately engulfed its head, taking advantage of its sensitivity, before descending down the length of his shaft until it disappeared between my lips.
“Oh god, yes!” he said as he leaned back against the small cabin dresser. Tony’s entire body responded to every pass of his dick through my tongue, against my cheeks and down my throat. “Oh, god, oh god, take it!” he begged.
I pulled my lips off his member and took hold of it with both hands as I stood. “I will, lover boy, I will.”
“Oh, don’t stop Jill,” he begged. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promised with a smile as I continued to lightly stroke is throbbing member. “I have you right where I want you. Let’s go to the party.”
“You are cruel,” he answered. “Cruel.”
“Yes I am,” I said with some satisfaction. “That’s just one of the many things you will call me this week. Let’s go up to the pool and party. I promise, we will finish this later.” I gave his dick one final squeeze before pulling one of my new string bikinis out of the suitcase, purchased for the occasion. It was a yellow leopard pattern, that was really more string than bikini. “You like?” I asked holding it up. Tiny triangle patches of leopard-print barely covered each nipple, held in place by strings of thread over my shoulders and around my back. I pulled another small triangle of the same material up my legs, barely covering my shaved love box before tying the small strings in a bow over each hip to hold it in place.
“Wow,” Tony said, “Nice. Why where anything at all?”
“Because, what you can’t see, is only for you. Although, with the way I am feeling right now, I must say, if the cruise allowed it, I probably wouldn’t wear anything.”
We made our way up to the crowded promenade deck and found lounge chairs near the pool. Within seconds, servers welcomed us and asked if they could get us something to drink. “Maybe two Caribbean Magics, the drink special of the day?” the server recommended.
“Absolutely,” I said. “Let’s get this party started, and keep ’em coming.”
“Right away,” the server said.
Tony and I both began to relax under the bright, warm, tropical sun as the live band played party tunes from the center of the deck. After a half an hour and three “Magics,” a conga line of strangers started to make its way around the deck.
“Come on!” I said, beginning to feel the effect of the drinks. I reached for Tony’s hand and stood up.
“No Babe,” he said. “Let’s just relax.”
“Come on, Tony. We came to party. No holding back.” I took his hand and pulled. He reluctantly obliged. I jumped on as the line came past us, taking hold of the slender hips of the woman at the end. I felt Tony’s strong hands grab my hips as we began to follow the dancing procession around the deck. My body was already sweaty from laying in the humid sun. I loved the way his grasp felt on my skin, knowing my all-but-bare ass danced in front of him. Dozens more immediately joined the line, putting us in the middle of a long dancing conga snake making its way around a crowded jungle of pool-deck strangers.
The music beat intensified, dictating the conga’s speed and forward momentum. We didn’t make it more than a few feet before I felt my breasts begin to shake loose from the tiny bikini fabric. Shock and fear sent cold-chills through my body when I realized what was happening. I was helpless as the forward momentum of connected dancers continued to build. Every vigorous conga move, proved Newton’s law of motion in ways the scientist had never imagined, causing an equal and opposite reaction of my tits shifting out of their small leopard-print confines. The tiny threads and bikini isosceles were no match for the animated choreography of my firm round tits. My nipples became more exposed with every step, like stowaways in peril of being discovered.
My mind immediately flooded with panicked debate. I felt a bizarre responsibility to hold on to the woman in front of me for the sake of the long line of strangers behind me. Nobody joins a conga line on a cruise ship only to have some weak link let go to leave them stranded. And, if I dare stop to adjust my top, I would call attention to myself. Everyone would see my bare tits, like a mermaid decorating a ship’s bow, with a long line of angry conga refugees behind. However, not stopping to adjust my top meant giving in to my tits’ eminent brazen escape. Within seconds, my bikini would be little more than loose string draped over each shoulder. My tits would dance in the Caribbean sun in full view of hundreds, as the conga line continued its parade across the endless poolside deck. I tightened my grip on the gyrating hips in front of me.
“Oh god,” I said out loud. My words were drowned by the intensifying music. My tits moved with determination. I looked down in mortified suspense, knowing everything would be exposed with my next step. I watched helplessly as my tits rose to the rhythmic conga movement, before throwing my bikini top off in playful defiance. Stunned embarrassment filled my face. I quickly looked up to catch the eyes of those we were dancing past, to see if anyone noticed. I quickly looked back down in disbelief, reconfirming the rebellion of my bare dancing breasts. My glance down became an invitation to follow my eyes to those around me. Women offered stunned gasps and laughter, relieved it wasn’t their breasts exposed in all their glory. Men cheered and pointed, calling more attention to my liberated tits. Every step multiplied the applause, catcalls and eyes.
“What’s going on?” Tony yelled, seeing the growing wave of concentration in my direction.
“My tits just fell out of my bikini,” I yelled, calling even more attention.
“Don’t let go,” he yelled back, keeping step with new enthusiasm. Tony realized this conga line wasn’t such a bad idea after all. He smiled proudly at the thought of my exposure. He loved that I was helpless while my beautiful, round, sweaty tits danced into the fantasies of hundreds of strangers around us. He felt his dick begin to harden as he watched men lust and drool at the beauty of his wife’s freckled melons. “Don’t let go,” he repeated. “You said you came to party. No holding back means no letting go.”
Normally, I would have run for cover. The buzz of a few drinks took over. The hot tropical sun beat down on me; sweat glazed the surface of my body. I relished the grasp of my husband’s undistracted hands after six months of my sexual juices boiling in anticipation. In the heat of the moment, I fantasized how “no holding back” might mean Tony getting the idea to untie each small bow precariously laying defenseless under his strong hands on my hips. In an instant, he could strip me bare. If I thought of it, he might too. There is no telling what would happen if he released the last remnant of the tiny material from my body; there’s no telling on a poolside cruise deck filled with inebriated body-hungry strangers. I danced as hundreds of sexy men and women riveted their hungry eyes on my rebel tits and glistening body.
The fantasy had begun.
Chapter Two
My unintentional topless conga ignited a wildfire in me. My face flushed with a mixture of pride and embarrassment as cameras replaced fingers aimed at my dancing tits. No doubt that in these days, images and video captured from around the deck would be seen anywhere around the world in a matter of minutes. I felt beautiful, desirable and daring all at the same time. The music’s Cuban beat continued to intensify. There was no going back now. There would be no holding back. My entire body, inside and out, was hot and wet. I wanted Tony and I wanted Tony to want me.
I felt the string ties over my gyrating hips begin to give way, repeating the rebellion of my former top. Bikinis that look this good aren’t made for actual use in swimming pools or conga lines. They are worn for one purpose: seduction. Any other use is at wearer’s own risk. I couldn’t help smiling at my immediate resolve that if I lost the last vestige of leopard print on my body, I would receive it as a sign to surrender to anything that happened next. I knew it would start by fucking Tony for all he’s worth in the middle of this crowded sun-scorched pool deck. After that, there’s no telling. I felt the tiny precarious fabric between my legs moisten at the thought.
Cheers erupted as the music stopped, bringing the eventful conga line to its finish. The snake quickly dissipated into the crowded deck like a flash mob blending back into a teeming mall. I let go of the feminine hips in front of me to turn and plant a long passionate kiss on Tony. His hands moved quickly to my slippery bare breasts. Cheers erupted again. I wondered if a line might form behind Tony. I had never felt this hot.
Tony and I made our way back to our lounge chairs near the pool. I tried in vain to reposition the small leopard-print triangles hanging around my neck to cover my nipples again. My nipples stood ¾ inch tall and erect in protest, determined to expose my arousal from my first experience of public exhibitionism. Drinks from admirers began arriving — one Caribbean Magic special after another. I had no way of knowing if they were gifts of appreciation for what I had just done, or gifts from people wondering what I might do intoxicated with more liquid courage. I wondered myself.
After 45 minutes and five more Caribbean gift specials in me, the buzz of their magic was in full swing. Drinks affect people differently. For me, umbrella drinks not only work to melt inhibition, they are an aphrodisiac. In our early days, Tony enjoyed taking full advantage of it. He knew I loved how they taste, and he loved what they did.
I reached over to Tony and ran my hand across his sweaty abdominal six-pack. “I’m feeling the magic of these drinks,” I said.
“And you still have two more to go,” he answered with a glance to the small table on the other side of my lounge chair.
“You will never forget what I am going to do to you tonight, and what I am going to let you do to me,” I said, allowing the alcohol to tip my hand that I had a plan of seduction. “I am so hot right now.”
“I like what I’m seeing and hearing,” Tony answered. “You are hot. So you have a plan?”
“I’m going to make your sexual fantasies embarrassed when they realize the reality of what I have planned for you.”
Tony turned his head to look at me and smiled at my passion-filled words. Just as he looked at me, his eyes glanced up past me at the stunning sight of a Brazilian bombshell walking across the pool deck toward us. It seemed as if the whole ship became silent and shifted to slow motion as she moved across the deck with a rare buxom sultry confidence. Some people are beautiful. She looked like a Latin sex-goddess. She was a tall 5’10” with long black hair blowing in the light Caribbean breeze, deep piercing brown eyes and self-assured natural white smile that seemed as bright as the southern sun. Her statuesque body flowed from her petite olive-skinned shoulders, to her large 36DD breasts, beautifully firm stomach, equally tight ass, and endlessly long toned legs. She wore a bright patterned neon orange bikini and matching short wrap around her waist. On anyone else the bright tropical bikini and wrap would appear gratuitous, but on her, they served only to highlight the vision of her perfection. Her body glistened from a thick layer of applied oil. Only a rare or blind man could resist taking a second look at her. Even in envy, no woman could deny her exquisite beauty. She glided across the deck to a lounge chair across from us, next to the pool. Everyone, including Tony, watched as she ceremoniously covered the lounge with her pool towel, removed the wrap from around her waist, and laid herself out as if on display on the poolside recliner.
“Want a camera?” I said, sarcastically interrupting Tony’s lust to draw his attention back to me. “It will last longer and be less obvious.”
“No,” he said embarrassed at being caught staring. I felt a sting of jealousy. Yes she was beautiful, but I had just made a bold pass at him by challenging how I will leave his sexual fantasies in a shambles when I was done with him tonight. As sexy as she might look, she could not compete with how I sexed I will make him. Drinks are an aphrodisiac because they heighten every sexual impulse in me, including jealousy. No one was going to take my man, or his attention.
I picked up the next Caribbean Magic waiting for me. “You’re with me lover boy,” I said playfully with a hint of protectiveness. “I promise, I have plenty planned to keep your attention.” I wrapped my lips around the straw and emptied the fancy cup of its contents.
The gorgeous Brazilian dream across from us continued to rivet attention from anyone in direct line of sight, 360 degrees around her. She was one of those people that others can’t resist looking at, if only to grab another glance to see if someone can really be that beautiful. The irony was that she didn’t flaunt her beauty or vainly look around to see if anyone was looking at her. Her apparent humility made her all the more irresistible. After 15 minutes baking her oiled body in the hot sun, she stood and moved toward the pool to cool off. In her natural sultry manner, she slid her body into the pool slowly. She walked to the middle where the waterline came to just under her breasts. Activity of others in the pool caused small waves of water to splash against her cleavage, gently moving her large firm breasts with them. She took a breath, lowered her body to immerse her head, and reemerged as she pulled her long black her behind her with both hands. Gasps at her stunning beauty were almost audible. She walked back to the edge of the pool and climbed out using the ladder. I looked over to see Tony’s eyes, and dozens of others, glued to the vision of her wet body ascending out of the pool. Her body wasn’t the only thing rising; Tony’s swimsuit and my temper rose with her.
“Stop it Tony, you’re pissing me off,” I said with my eyes honed on his obvious hard-on to make my point. It’s impossible for Tony to have a subtle erection.
“I, I’m sorry Babe,” he offered moving his hand to try to tame the flagpole in his swimsuit. “I opened my eyes just as she, …” his voice faded realizing his explanation wasn’t helping.
I knew Tony’s dick, and that of any red-blooded man would have an involuntary Pavlov-ian response to watching her come out of that pool. A fast glance around proved me right. It also proved I wasn’t the only woman upset at the validation of Pavlov’s theory. I looked over at the Brazilian bombshell to offer a polite jealous glare of disapproval that women understand between themselves. She caught my eye and offered me a friendly smile back. My competitive juices flowed.
Down deep, I realized the drinks exacerbated my jealous hypersensitivity. I had anticipated and planned too long to have some Latin bimbo fantasy invade his imagination. “You know how I get,” I said back to Tony. “So do me a favor. Either stop staring at her and get all of me, or be happy with just fantasizing about her — because that’s all you’ll get.”
“You’re the only one I want,” Tony said as genuinely as he could. I knew his words were true relationally. I know he loves me. But I also couldn’t help realizing that if he were alone with her in that pool, on an otherwise completely empty ship, in the middle of the Caribbean, it would be hard for him to resist fucking her so hard that the waves in the pool would rival the ocean.
“Show me,” I answered. He knew I meant he could show me by not being distracted by the view across from us. I secretly also wanted him to show me by taking me in the middle of that pool. With the drinks in me, and the way I felt, all he would need to do is ask. He leaned over from his lounge chair and gave me a long loving kiss. I wanted more, but felt reassured.
The Latin loiterer across from us rolled over to sun her back. I took it as her concession of defeat. She reached around and untied the string of her bikini to prevent a tan line across her back before closing her eyes under the hot sun. I couldn’t help admiring her beautifully round olive-colored ass covered only by a small strip of orange down the center. It was a form that all other asses wanted to be made from. Like the finest of art in a museum that draws a person to be consumed by its beauty, her ass not only dared to be caressed, it begged to be fucked. I realized she didn’t roll over to concede. I picked up the last Caribbean Magic, moved the straw to the side with my finger before throwing it back. The icy drink coated my throat. My head spun with its enchantment. I laid back and closed my eyes.
It was only a few minutes before my light doze was interrupted. I looked over to Tony and saw him staring with concentrated attention in front of him. Jealousy surged through me and was confirmed when I turned and saw the Brazilian bombshell turning back over. Sweat dripped off her body like flavored sugar down a popsicle. Her large brown tits almost escaped her unsecured bikini top as she sat up, leaned forward and reached for the loose strings on each side. She worked to lasso and secure her breasts within the tiny material. She held the gripped attention of everyone around in suspense.
“That’s it!” I yelled louder than I meant. “I lay here like this for you, and all you can do is stare at her?”
“No, no!” Tony said trying to explain. “That’s not true.”
“Give me a break!” I said, standing up aiming another glare at my competition across from us. My head spun and body buzzed from the continuing affects of the drinks. “Enjoy yourself. I’m going to the cabin,” I said red-faced from the sun and anger. My heart pounded with jealousy and passion with every lone step across the long wet deck. I felt sexually frustrated from the build up of anticipation for the cruise, the drinks working their magic in me, the sexual excitement of my conga exhibition, and now seeing Tony look at another woman. It was the last straw. I felt like I was going to explode. It made me competitive more than angry. How could he?
I stomped past a pick-up game of ten men playing basketball on the small basketball court near the entrance to the mid-ship elevators. Recognizing me from the conga, they paused to delay their game long enough to shout catcalls and cabin numbers in appreciation. I slowed my pace considering the possibilities. I was ready to harness my passion and fury in a way that would drain every one of them dry, and leave me wonderfully wrecked in the process. I smiled and winked at them. “Thanks boys,” I said as I continued past. “Your flattery will get you everywhere.”
I walked to the cabin, moved the “do not disturb” sign out the outside handle and slammed the door behind me. This isn’t the way I imagined the cruise starting. I asked myself again, how could he, when I look like this? I wondered what he was doing? Was he going to hit on her? Would he follow me back here?
I turned the shower on to rinse off, pulled my infamous bikini top off and threw it on the bed. Shower steam began to fill the cabin, signaling the hot water was ready. I untied the strings at each hip, tossed the small fabric on the bed next to the top and stepped into the hot shower.
Tony sat alone on the deck where I left him, stunned and feeling a bit awkward at my dramatic exit. Things had started so well. He ordered another beer, knowing I would need time to cool off. He laid back and closed his eyes thinking it would help make the awkwardness go away.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I did anything to make your girlfriend upset.” Tony opened his eyes toward the smooth sultry feminine Latin accent. Her beauty was even more breathtaking up close.
He immediately sat up, hoping his dick wouldn’t. “She’s my wife,” Tony clarified. “No, you didn’t do anything. It was me. She thought I was staring at you, and got angry.”
“Were you?” she asked.
“No. Ah, yeah a little, but only in admiration,” he said feeling awkward and not wanting to insult. “I mean, we both noticed you and how beautiful you are, but I love her.”
“I can tell,” she said. “It’s ironic. I sat over there because of her. I saw her in the conga line and thought, that’s someone I want to get to know on this cruise. I came over here to sit closer to her to hopefully meet. She seems fun.”
“She is,” Tony answered. “She’s awesome.”
“My name is Gabriela.”
“I’m Tony,” he said offering a handshake. “My wife’s name is Jill.”
“Nice to meet you Tony. I feel badly,” Gabriela confessed. “I’d like to try make it up to you.”
Tony felt his dick begin to respond dangerously to what she might mean. “Ah, that’s nice of you Gabriela, but I’m loyal to Jill and at this point in the cruise I think it’s a good thing if I stay that way — as tempting as any offer might be.”
Gabriela laughed. “No, no. I’m flattered, but my offer isn’t anything like that. Your wife is upset at you. She may be upset at me. Where I come from, women can share with each other in ways men never can. We can make things all right. I’d like to go try.”
“I don’t know,” Tony said. “She doesn’t know you, and…”
“Exactly,” Gabriela interrupted. “I know I can make her feel better.”
Tony hesitantly pondered her offer. She sounded confident, like she’s done this before.
“What have you got to lose?” she asked. “You can sit here all alone and do nothing, or let Gabi do what Gabi does.” Gabriela smiled. There was a lot about Gabi that made her difficult to refuse.
“OK,” Tony agreed. “OK.”
“What’s her cabin number?” she asked.
“1025,” Tony answered, still hesitant.
“May I have your keycard please?”
“Keycard? Why?” Tony asked.
“If I knock on the door, do you think she will let me in?”
“Probably not,” Tony answered. “She’s too stubborn and competitive.”
“Then I’ll need your keycard to fix this.”
Tony felt nervous about giving a stranger his keycard, even one this beautiful.
“I’ll tell you what Tony. Here’s my keycard.” Gabriela held her card in front of Tony’s face. “I am in cabin 1069 on the same floor. You can go try it right now.”
Tony took her keycard.
“If I don’t fix this,” she added, “and you don’t have a place to sleep, then you can have me and my cabin to enjoy all night.”
Tony looked at Gabriela and couldn’t imagine a better offer. He pulled his keycard out of his swimsuit pocket and handed it to her. “OK then,” he agreed. “She’s in 1025. One way or another, I suppose I’ll see you later.”
Gabriela smiled. “Yes you will. For this to work, I’ll need you to not interrupt us. Promise?”
“OK,” Tony agreed. “She’s all yours.”
Tony watched as Gabriela sauntered across the long pool deck. Most of him hoped she could work things out with Jill. Gabriela stopped at the bar and ordered two Caribbean Magic specials to take with her before disappearing through the large doors toward the cabins.
The hot shower felt good after our day of travel and the sweat that coated my body from the conga and scorching sun. I let the water run over me before caressing my body with my hands filled with liquid soap. My fingers slid easily over my rebel breasts, across my stomach and between my legs. With one hand I pinched my slippery nipples, while the other began to do its work in my love box. I moaned as my imagination took me into a fantasy of interrupting that basketball court of ten men by challenging them to a game of horse, wearing nothing by my infamous bikini. Rather than costing a letter, any missed shot would lose a piece of clothing. When the clothing is gone, then I’d willingly give them anything else they wanted. If it were tennis, I would have half a chance. I was runner up in State championships in high school. But the one sport I’ve never been good at is basketball. To walk onto that court in real life or fantasy meant one certain outcome. The possibilities sent chills through my body; my skilled fingers worked to bring the massive pent-up orgasm to fulfillment. “Oh god, oh god,” I said as my knees began to weaken. I imagined twenty big strong hands with ten long hard dicks moving in and over my body in every way they wanted. “Oh god!” I shouted louder as the orgasm grew close to the point of no return.
I heard the sound of the keycard beep, the handle turn and the door to the cabin open between my moans. “Damn it,” I thought to myself. I didn’t want Tony to have the satisfaction of hearing me explode in pent-up orgasm. I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing it was happening, even if it was from a fantasy of a full court press by ten men in the middle of a cruise ship basketball court. I took long deep breaths to regain my composure, allowing the water to continue to pour over me. The long hot shower filled our cabin with a thick fog of steam. I didn’t say a word, forcing him to sit in the steamy silence as I finished my shower. I turned off the water and pulled the curtain back to reach for a towel. I ran my hand along the wall where I knew the towels had been, but couldn’t find one. “Can you hand me a towel please?” I asked, breaking the silence in a stiff tone.
A towel silently appeared through the steam in front of me. I took it and began to dry off. I resisted the urge to say, “thank you.” I refused to give him anything, even a polite word, until I was ready. To make matters worse, he interrupted an incredible fantasy and massive orgasm that I was more than ready for.
“You’re welcome,” the sultry female Latin voice said softly.
I didn’t recognize the voice. “Who are you?” I asked panicked, slightly comforted that the strange voice is a woman. “Are you our cabin attendant?”
She offered a small laugh. “No.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m a friend. I’m here to see you,” came Gabriela’s simple replies.
Her voice was calm and reassuring, but we didn’t know anyone else on the cruise. “How’d you get in here?” I asked.
“Tony gave me his keycard.”
“I don’t understand,” I said confused, feeling a little reassured that it was someone Tony knew. “Look, whoever you are, I don’t have anything on — I mean anything” I quickly finished drying myself off. The cover of steam shielded my nakedness; the same steam prevented me from seeing my intruder. My face still felt flushed from my near-orgasm.
“Fair is fair,” Gabriela said. “You want me to take my clothes off? I’m only wearing a bikini.”
“What?” I asked. “No. What do you want?”
“Here,” her voice answered. I felt nylon material of a bikini top come through the steam and land on my shoulder. I recognized the bright orange pattern instantly.
“It’s you!” I said stunned. “What are you doing in my cabin? Get out.”
“My name is Gabriela,” she answered with a small laugh. Another piece of material penetrated the fog and hit my breast. “There. Now you have more clothes than I do.”
The Latin bombshell, possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, was standing naked on the other side of a wall of steam in my cabin. The last person on the ship — on earth, I would have expected.
“What do you want? What are you doing?” I asked again.
“I’m here to help.”
“Help? I think you’ve done enough.”
“Look Jill, neither of us have anything on; two women with nothing to hide on a cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean ocean. The only two keycards for the room are inside with us, and the ‘do not disturb’ sign is on the outside. You can open the cabin door anytime you want. But, until then, I have another Caribbean Magic drink for each of us.”
“What do you want?” I asked again.
“I’ll be honest Jill, I want you.”
“What do you mean you want me?” taking a step back into the shower, still hidden by the thick fog of steam.
“Look, come take your drink and let me explain. Nothing’s going to happen here that you don’t want.”
I stepped out through the dissipating steam into the main room of the cabin. She was more perfect naked than in that skimpy bikini. Something in me hoped there might have been at least one small flaw under that tiny bikini.
“Here,” she said handing me the drink. “Salute.”
I took a sip of the familiar drink, and immediately felt its buzz.
“You completely misread me out there on the pool deck,” Gabriela began with the friendly warm smile like the one she gave me earlier. “I purposely sat across from you because I saw you in the conga line and decided you were the most impressive, interesting, fun person I’ve seen on this entire ship so far. Time is short, so I decided to move over to where you were sitting to hopefully meet you.”
I was surprised and strangely flattered. I took another sip.
“I had no intention of distracting Tony from you. Don’t get me wrong. He’s handsome. I like men, and if he were available on this cruise, he would be on my short list. But, I find you every bit as attractive as him.”
“Me?” I said shocked, that she would find another woman attractive, and that she herself was the definition of beauty.
“You’re beautiful Jill. You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. There isn’t a man or woman on this ship that wouldn’t want to have their way with you.”
“Except Tony,” I answered sulking.
“That’s not true, and I suspect you know that. He might admire what he sees when glances at a beautiful woman, like any man does, but you’re the one he wants.”
A magnetic pause of truth filled the room.
“He’s not alone.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look at you. You’re one of the sexiest people on this ship, but for some reason you’re sabotaging the possibilities. You look like you’re all worked up. From one woman to another, if I have ever seen sexual frustration, it is written all over that gorgeous face of yours.”
I felt like this complete stranger was reading me like a well-worn book.
Gabriela reached over and caressed my arm. “If you are going to enjoy this cruise, we need to do something about that.”
“We?” I asked. I nervously poured the rest of the drink down my suddenly-parched throat.
“You and me,” Gabriela answered. “We both like men, but no one knows what a woman wants like another woman, right?” I allowed her to take the towel from my hand, and remove it from covering my body. I felt the buzz of the drink intensify. “I can tell you are a one-man woman. That’ll never change. But it doesn’t mean two friends can’t help each other out and enjoy what only women-friends can know.”
“Tony knows you’re here? He knows about this?” I asked surprised.
“He gave me the keycard and I think his exact words were, ‘she’s all yours.'”
Her words enticed me. They seemed genuine, unrushed and inviting. My near-orgasm in the shower ached for release. Somehow I knew she would be as good as she was beautiful and confident. “I’ve never been with a woman,” I confessed. “I just never…”
“And look at you,” Gabriela interrupted. “We both know if you don’t do something to deal with that pent-up sexual frustration, you’re not going to be with your man either. This cruise will never be what you dreamed it might be with Tony.”
Everything I felt inside confirmed Gabriela’s words. The permission and aphrodisiac properties of the drink stirred my curiosity. She laid my wet towel on the dresser, finished her drink and took a step toward me.
“Were you masturbating in the shower?” Gabriela asked boldly in a soft tone.
It seemed there was nothing she didn’t know about me. Her gentle tone made me feel safe, like an old friend. “Yes,” I confessed with a reminiscent small smile, “but I got interrupted before something amazing was about to happen.”
“Well, that’s not very nice of me,” she answered back mischievously. “But I’m glad. If I promise to make it more amazing than it was going to be, would you let me make it up to you?”
My head spun from the conversation and rum. Inhibition vaporized like steam from the shower. I felt desperate for an orgasm that would set me free. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen stood in front of me, glistening with oil and promising to take me on an amazing excursion like only a woman can. I’ve never had interest in being with a woman, but something in me wanted to be consumed by her. Part of it was my competitiveness that took satisfaction from the idea of having her before any man on the ship, including Tony. More compelling was a deep intuitive confidence that Gabriela would know how to take me in ways beyond anything I had ever experienced. My eyes revealed my answer before my words. She gently kissed my neck as one of her hands moved around to caress my back and the other moved to my breast. “Yes,” I moaned softly in concession. I surrendered to anything she wanted. Cold-chills covered my body. There really was no holding back.
Her thick lips offered slow gentle kisses up my neck and to my cheek. Her large oiled breasts pressed against mine as she pulled herself close. My body began to melt at her calm sultry whisper in my ear. “Relax Jill. Relax and let go. Relax your mind. Let go of all inhibitions. Let fantasies run free.” I surrendered to her soft permissive words and Latin accent. Her lips moved to mine; our long first kiss felt like soft satin. I dropped my head back as she slowly lowered herself in front of me with tender kisses down my neck. My nipples immediately hardened in anticipation. Her long fingers of both hands took hold of each small cheek of my ass to pull me close. Her tongue played with my erect nipple on my left tit before sucking it in between her luscious lips. I moaned. Her lips, tongue and teeth took turns massaging my nipple in a way that awakened my love box. She moved to my right breast to give equal attention.
“Oh god,” I said out loud. I had never felt such an immediate powerful connection between my nipples and cunt. It was as if she was using my nipples to sound an alarm below for what was coming its way. My knees began to buckle. Her hands moved from my ass, down the back of my legs to the back of my weak knees. She seized the moment by pulling them toward her, lowering my back on to the bed behind me. She slid on top of me; as her mouth continued undeterred, engulfing much of my right breast. My hands moved to the back of her head, running my fingers through her long black hair as encouragement.
Gabriela slowly descended my body, kissing my abs as she made her way toward the ultimate prize. My shaved pussy buzzed in anticipation. It had been more than four weeks since my last orgasm. I used the month before our cruise to shamelessly tease Tony in hopes of building sexual anticipation. I told him four weeks of seductive teasing without giving would make us so sexually hungry, we might never leave our cabin. The only downside of sexually preparing Tony for our cruise was my own heightened need for release. I couldn’t remember feeling more sexually pent-up. The combination of four weeks of anticipation, the aphrodisiac properties of Caribbean Magic, my hot shower, the fantasy of being taken by ten basketball studs, and the masterful touch of this Brazilian bombshell were all coming together as a perfect storm. I felt Gabriela’s long fingers spread my pussy lips wide. The button of my clit throbbed like a beacon for my pussy desperate to be rescued. If the skills of her tongue and lips on my nipples were any indication of what they would be on my pussy, the imminent flood of the cabin may require life vests. I looked down and caught her large brown eyes looking at mine as she lowered her thick expert lips to my waiting pussy.
Gabriela went down on me with ravenous hunger. Every extremity of my body convulsed. Goose bumps covered me as if the massive orgasm was trying to soak me from every pore of my body. I felt dizzy; the room spun with increasing speed. Where did she learn to master a woman’s touch like this? Tony was always good, but it was as if Gabriela was inside me. I felt like she knew exactly what I was feeling, and what I needed next. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I screamed enraptured in the moment. Gabriela had no intention of stopping. Over and over she led me to the breaking point, only to hold it at bay in order to summon every drop within me. She knew exactly what she was doing. She would take me when she was ready, and she would not be ready until she knew she would have all of me. Images of every sexual experience and fantasy of my life flashed across my mind. It felt like all of the orgasms from my life were gathering for a giant reunion, all about to arrive at the same explosive moment.
Without any interruption in her oral assault, Gabriela stood up and skillfully rotated her body 180 degrees. She climbed onto the bed on her knees, positioning her body over mine. Her large bronze tits hung over my stomach; her knees straddled my head. I looked up and watched as she lowered her neatly trimmed pussy toward my virgin mouth. I would gladly reciprocate as long as she continued the greatest oral excursion of my young cunt’s life. I reached up to spread her lips as she had mine. I welcomed her glistening pussy to my parched mouth. We both moaned in harmony as I tasted my first snatch.
The bed rocked as we both moved closer to the point of no return. Gabriela masterfully held me at the place of impending growing orgasm as her own body responded to my tongue’s attention. The closer she got, the more her ass rocked up and down, attempting to fuck my mouth. The sweat from my body mixed with the oil that covered hers, causing our bodies to glide freely over one another. I felt the buzz of her love juices on my tongue. She was close. I grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy into my face. She moaned as her orgasm came first, filling my mouth and soaking my face with her cum. The sweet taste of her juices made me more thirsty for her. I realized the delicacy Tony enjoyed so much from me. Her ass continued to buck, moving my head with her as if her pussy and my face were one. I held on to lap up every drop.
In that moment, Gabriela unleashed the greatest orgasm of my life. She commandeered my body as a ship’s captain and sailed it into deep unchartered supernatural waters. My body moved into a state of perpetual orgasm beyond my control or imagination. Wave after sublime wave swept over my body like a tsunami covering the deck of a ship. Everything in me felt like it came together into a tight ball, while simultaneously being released into nirvana. My tits ached like they were being squeezed from a grip within. Both nipples stood an inch tall, a new height, as if reaching for the ceiling of the small cabin. My mouth alternated between smiles and wide-open moans; tears flowed from my eyes. Gabriela refused to let up, taking me beyond anywhere I had ever been.
Both of our bodies fell limp in exhaustion, Gabriela’s pussy on my face and her face on my pussy. It wasn’t only that we couldn’t move; neither of us wanted to. The aroma of our juices filled the room. We both turned our heads toward the door at the sound of a keycard beep and the turn of the handle. The door opened and Tony walked in using a new key he got from the main desk.
Chapter Three
“Whoa!,” Tony said shocked. Tony staggered at the vision of Gabriela’s naked, perfect, oiled, Brazilian body on top of his wife with our mouths positioned at each other’s pussy. Gabriela and I were too spent to move or care. It wouldn’t change anything. He was stunned, confused and aroused at the sight. We both watched as his tight swimsuit strained to contain his hardening dick.
A quiet, “Hey,” was all I could offer. Gabriela couldn’t resist making another pass with her skilled tongue down my spent pussy in front of a watching audience. I could only moan.
“What the…,” Tony answered awkwardly. “I never…”
“Why don’t you get out of that swim suit and join the party,” I interrupted without thinking. Somehow it just seemed right. This was supposed to be a romantic cruise with Tony. It still could be, by turning my spellbinding romp with Gabriela into an even more torrid threesome. I wanted Tony, and to be honest, I wanted more of Gabriela. Without a word, Tony’s eyes and dick communicated he wanted me, and like any red-blooded man, would love to have a piece of Gabriela too. A threesome was a new experience for us. Tony was always fiercely loyal. Gabriela would be my gift to him. With Gabriela’s pussy in my face, I had no way to see her interest in my proposition. Without words, Gabriela dropped her lips to my pussy for a second serving. She wanted more. My back arched in response.
Tony maneuvered the top of his swimsuit past his enlarged dick and pushed it to the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it on the chair and accepted my invitation.
I felt the second orgasm slowly rising within me from Tony’s approach and Gabriela’s tongue. “Yes!” I said, “you’re going to take me again.” I didn’t think it would be possible, but I had never met anyone like Gabriela. My words only served to encourage her, and tell Tony this ménage à trios was far past its beginning. I took hold of Tony’s dick and forced it down and into my mouth. With four weeks of anticipation and build up, I knew it would not be long before Tony would blanket me and our cabin with his thick love juices. Tony stood above me, fucking my mouth. Gabriela’s slick body laid over me as she drew me toward another freaking orgasm. Her ass rocked up and down, and slid backward and forward on top of me, following the lead of her mouth’s work on my pussy. My head began to spin again. I ravenously sucked Tony’s dick as I watched Gabriela’s round, brown, oiled ass rock back and forth.
I reached up with both hands and squeezed Gabriela’s ass. I spread her cheeks wide, exposing her virgin ass hole. I knew Tony had always wanted to fuck my ass. It was something I never felt comfortable with, but something he fantasized about. I couldn’t help smiling at an idea that flashed across my drunk mind.
Tony’s shaft thickened with the approach of his first orgasm in four weeks. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and gently stroked it to keep the momentum. “Oh god girl, you’re good,” I said to Gabriela. “You game for this?”
“I’m game if you are,” she said. “You’re the boss. This is your cabin and he’s your husband.”
“Anything?” I asked with a plan in mind. “You up for anything?”
Gabriela paused her attention on my love box to look back at me. She smiled as she watched me stroke Tony’s impressive dick. If given the opportunity, her imagination already had plans for it. Tony was astonished at the agreement taking place. I locked eyes with Gabriela and smiled back seductively.
“Anything,” she confirmed willfully. “This party’s started. No holding back now. You want it, you take it. That’s what I’m going to do.” I knew she meant it. She turned her head back and dove again into my pussy.
Endorphins flooded my body. “Oh god, yes, its so close.” My body shuddered involuntarily. I squeezed Gabriela’s left ass cheek again, half in response to my impending orgasm, half to open the way for Tony. I continued to massage Tony’s long thick shaft with my right hand and aimed it toward Gabriela’s round ass. Tony looked down at my eyes, shocked again at what I might be suggesting. I smiled back at him with a wink and whispered “fuck her ass for me Tony. Fuck it like you’ve always wanted to fuck mine.” If he wanted to pound some ass, this was his chance.
Tony smiled at the permission. He straddled my head with his knees, and aimed his thickening long dick toward Gabriela’s raised ass. His sack of orbs hung over my face. He ran his dick over her ass cheeks, soaking it with lubrication from the sheet of oil that coated her body. His large hands took hold of each Brazilian ass cheek and spread them wide. Gabriela continued undaunted on my snatch. Tony pressed the thick swollen head of his eight-inch rod against her tight un-expecting asshole. I sucked one of Tony’s enlarged balls into my mouth as my orgasm passed the point of no return. Tony took hold of Gabriela’s hips and slowly pushed the length of his shaft deep into her arse, not stopping until it disappeared from sight. All three of us simultaneously screamed loud enough to set off a fire drill: Tony from the tightness of Gabriela’s ass squeezed around the length of his dick and his love ball in my mouth, Gabriela from the invasion of Tony’s massive shaft deep into her back cavity, and me for the colossal orgasm flooding my surrendered body. Gabriela immediately raised her head from the backdoor intrusion. Tony gently reached up to guide her head back to finish what she had started on his wife. “Don’t stop,” he gently instructed as he slowly withdrew the length of his member toward the exit of her ass, before re-entering. My body bucked out of control from the wave after wave of a second orgasm slamming my body.
Tony reached around to finger Gabriela’s love box and caress her large tits as his dick worked her ass. Gabriela’s body quaked at the attention; it was not her first backdoor experience. She began yelling “Oh, sí, mi amante. No te detengas. Más rápido.” Tony didn’t understand a word she said, but he knew exactly what she wanted. He took control, sensing the moves of her body by responding with his gift of touch on both sides. Gabriela’s words intensified. “Oh, sí! Oh, sí! Oh, sí!” The orgasm rocked her body causing her ass to clamp down on Tony’s penetrating shaft like a vice grip. “Fuck me, fuck me!” she demanded using universal language.
My earlier preparation of Tony’s dick and the pressure of her narrow canal around it made him more than ready to unload into her ass. Cold chills covered his body. “Do it, Tony. Fuck her,” I added as I lay below my husband as he pounded the most beautiful Brazilian ass either of us had ever seen.
“Agghh!” Tony and Gabriela both let out a yell of satisfaction as thick cum filled her passage, fighting for space against his massive piston moving in and out of her body. Each pass unloaded another enormous deposit of white lubricant, further encouraging his long overdue dick to return for more.
“Don’t stop baby, don’t stop.” The thick custard from his shaft quickly overflowed her ass, pouring onto my face below. I lapped every drop I could as large loads rained down from above me. His cum tasted like a delicacy, all the sweeter by watching it fall from his fulfilled ass-fucking fantasy. Anything missed by my mouth, painted my face and tits, waiting to be lapped up by Gabriela when Tony was finished with her ass.
The three of us laid mesmerized, collapsed together on the small cruise ship bed. We spent the remainder of the afternoon and night making use of the cabin, shower and balcony. There were no rules. There were no limitations. We drank in the moment and one another. There was something exhilarating about a passionate threesome on a cruise ship balcony under the star-filled Caribbean night sky. We woke the next morning, sober and wrapped up in one another.
The fantasy had begun.
Epilogue
Our night together with Gabriela was not only the beginning of our fantasy Caribbean cruise, but also a new beginning to our life and romance. We will never think of a midnight chocolate buffet the same, nor do we need a cruise ship to enjoy one. I have Tony back, and he has me in ways we had never before imagined. Since the cruise, every moment becomes an opportunity for creative romance, no matter where we are. The giddiness I felt walking on that cruise ship at the beginning of our adventure has become the giddiness Tony and I feel every day for how we might rock each other’s world.
It is now noon on a Friday, six months after the cruise. Things have never been hotter between Tony and me. I love Fridays because weekends especially have become enchanting. We love to make nostalgic pitchers of rum-filled Caribbean Magic, and then use the two and a half days to surprise each other with the unexpected.
We haven’t seen our Brazilian bombshell since we left the ship and returned home to begin our new life together. Tony has no idea, but Gabriela emailed me last week. She’s in town for some meetings this Monday and wondered if we’d be available to hook up over the weekend. At my encouragement, she cancelled her hotel accommodations and is on her way over. I can’t wait for Tony to get home. The truth is, I have no plan to. He’ll find Gabriela and me just as he did before, and join in for an adventurous weekend to remember. I feel giddy, like a wide-eyed girl walking through the gates of Disneyland.
The fantasy continues.