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Following our routine, Ellie went to the late show in the theatre on deck 8
at 9 pm after dinner, while I returned to our cabin and lay down. Like any good
husband, I had gone with her to the shows the first two days but then told her
to go on her own. The performances didn’t interest me much, and the theatre at
the front of the ship always made me queasy.
Watching YouTube on my mobile, I had drifted off to sleep and jumped up,
startled, as the cabin door opened and closed.
Sitting on the bed, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Hi, honey,” I greeted
as Ellie entered.
“Hi,” she replied.
“Did the show finish?”
“Yes.”
She leaned against the wall for support as the ship rocked. It was moving
faster now, like it always did late at night.
I glanced at my watch. “Oh, it’s half past eleven.” Surprised, I added, “Was
the show longer tonight? It usually finishes by ten.”
Ellie stayed silent, her gaze fixed on me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sensing something.
“I—I have a confession to make,” she said, quickly walking up to the bed,
trying to keep her balance in the swaying cabin. She sat on the edge, her eyes
still locked on mine.
“Go ahead,” I prompted.
“I went to the bar after the show. For a cocktail.”
“And?”
“There…” She hesitated, biting her lip. “There was this guy, Bob, who came
to my table, and he talked to me.”
“He chatted you up?” I asked.
“Yeah, kinda.”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for more.
Ellie sighed. “He said he’d seen us at the jewellery shop when I was looking
at that expensive ring with the yellow diamond, remember? He asked if I thought
it would be a good present for his wife, who couldn’t join him on the trip. Her
mum fell ill, so he was cruising alone. That’s how we started talking. I told
him about our kids, that my mum is looking after them. I told him I’m an
accountant. He bought me a second cocktail.” She paused, biting her lip again.
“He’s from London. He said he knew our area well.”
I chuckled. “So, this is what you wanted to confess? A guy from London
chatted you up at the bar and bought you a drink?”
“Well… when he asked what you did for a living, I mentioned you were
writing, and he said, ‘Erotica.’”
My eyebrows shot up. “He said that?”
“Yes. I didn’t deny it and confirmed. Then he teased, ‘Hotwife erotica,
right?’”
“Wow! How did he know?”
Ellie bit her lip. “I asked the same. He said he guessed. Then he asked if
we practised the lifestyle.”
“He asked you that?”
She nodded. “Yes. I told him we didn’t.
But before I could stop myself, I mentioned you write about it, though we’ve
never tried it. Maybe he took that as interest, because he offered to take us
to his swingers’ club in London next Tuesday. He said it would help your
writing and that we didn’t have to participate—just have drinks and observe. He
asked for my number to send the address… and instead of declining, I gave it to
him. Then I got up and left the bar. I’ve been walking around, feeling so
stupid.”
- - - - - -
As I watched her walk, I noticed something different. It looked like she was squeezing her legs together. Is she still loosened? Is she still feeling it between her legs?
A moment later, I dismissed the thought: Nah, it’s just my imagination! I’ve got to stop obsessing over it.
Then my cock throbbed, and I thought: Why should I stop? It turns me on thinking her pussy is still loosened. I’ll just think about it and enjoy it!
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The waiter appeared with a tray of six glasses, each around 50 millilitres, filled with Ginja liqueur. He placed the tray in the middle of the table and, after saying, “Enjoy,” walked away.
Mark took the lead by picking up one of the glasses. He raised it to his mouth but didn’t sip, waiting for us to follow suit.
We had little choice but to take a glass each and down the liqueur in one go upon his prompt, “Bottoms up!”
Amy grimaced after gulping her liqueur. “Urgh. It’s strong.” She set her empty glass on the table and leaned back into Jack’s embrace. Immediately, Jack wrapped his arm around her waist.
“It’s not that strong,” I remarked, placing my empty glass on the table. “I actually found it tasty.”
“Did you? When taking it as a shot?” Raul asked.
I nodded. “Yes, I did.” I wasn’t lying. Despite downing it in one go, I had tasted the liqueur and liked its taste, which was similar to vermouth.
Amy fanned herself with her hand. “It’s tasty but still burns your gullet.”
“It does, but at the same time, it kinda gives you a fleeting cool sensation,” Jack said, and his hand, which had been resting on Amy’s hip, slid onto her side, exposed by her crop top. “It feels cooling, don’t you agree, Amy?”
Everyone’s gaze followed Jack’s hand as it slid under Amy’s crop top, cupping her breast.
Amy trembled but didn’t push his hand away. Leaving it to rest on her breast, she said, “It feels cooling.”
“The cooling sensation you feel is because the shot was chilled,” Raul interjected, his eyes glued to Amy’s chest, “but overall, it will warm you up. The alcohol causes blood vessels to dilate, increasing blood flow to the skin, making you feel warmer after the initial illusion of coolness.”
“You’re probably right,” Jack said as he gently squeezed Amy’s breast under her crop top. He asked me something, but I didn’t catch it. I only heard my name at the end of his question, too distracted by my throbbing cock.
I mumbled, “Say it again.”
“Do you find the liqueur cooling?” he repeated his question. Amy’s chest was moving fast, her breathing heavy as his hand kneaded her breast.
“No, actually, now I feel it warming me,” I managed to say, then swallowed in nervous excitement, shifting my gaze from Amy’s chest to her face. Our eyes met.
Biting her lip, she raised her eyebrows as if to ask me: Are you seeing what he’s doing to me?
I smiled. This was my silent answer: Yes, I’m seeing what he’s doing to you, and I like it.
She held her gaze on me for a moment before smiling back. Despite my unspoken assurance, she took Jack’s hand and slowly pulled it from under her crop top, saying, “It warms me up now. No more shots for me.”
An awkward silence fell at the table. What were Amy and I going to do from this point on? Were we not supposed to draw a line long before? Would it be too obvious if we stood up and left now? We couldn’t just sit and pretend nothing had happened. And if we stayed, how much further was this going to escalate?
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***
I
was fired for watching porn at work. Naturally, I didn’t tell my wife why I
lost my job. I looked at her with teary eyes and, choking back tears, said,
“Laurie, I couldn’t take it anymore. I know quitting was stupid, but I had to stand
up to them or lose my professional integrity.”
Laurie
embraced me, and I even cried on her shoulder. I played it well. No questions,
no accusations. However, despite avoiding Laurie’s recriminations, it was still
painful for both of us because she was also between jobs, and we had two young
kids to look after.
Two
months after losing my job, the stress of making ends meet started to take a
toll on us. We didn’t talk about it nor show it to the kids, but when we met
Laurie’s best friend, Alex, over a coffee, Laurie and I opened up about our
struggles, and Laurie broke down in tears. Alex comforted us, assuring us that
things would get better and that she would find a way to cheer us up and help
us turn the corner.
We
didn’t give much thought to Alex’s assurances, so when she visited us the next
day and presented us with a prepaid weekend beach holiday in Croatia, including
the flights, offering to look after the kids while we were away, we were
totally taken off guard. Our first reaction was to decline the offer, but Alex
told us the holiday was paid for by her publisher, Alistair, who owned the
beach resort where we were going. We had never met Alistair, but we knew from
Alex that, apart from owning a publishing house, he was a very wealthy
entrepreneur who engaged in philanthropy, helping artists and authors like Alex
progress, sometimes even supporting them financially. So, learning that
Alistair and not Alex paid for our holiday, we couldn’t resist the temptation
and accepted the generous offer. Immensely grateful to our benefactors, we
packed our luggage and rushed for the airport to catch the evening flight to
Croatia, leaving Alex at the house with the kids.
The
next day, having already enjoyed a whole morning on our small private beach
nestled between the rocks and our bungalow, Laurie and I were sitting at the
coffee table on the veranda, watching the gentle sea waves break on the sand as
we sipped our early afternoon coffee. Laurie, lightly dressed in a T-shirt and
short denim shorts, looked stunning.
Both
of us were feeling very horny. We hadn’t had the chance to have sex the night
before since we had arrived at the resort quite late, and in the morning, we
had been too eager to dip into the crystal-clear waters of the sea.
I
had just suggested having sex on the beach, enjoying the privacy of our
secluded spot, and Laurie was giggling when a Jet Ski caught our eye. It wasn’t
the Jet Ski that attracted our attention but the fact that it was heading
directly towards our tiny piece of beach.
The
man driving the Jet Ski almost beached it on the sand before killing the engine
and deftly jumping off. That was when both Laurie’s and my jaws dropped. The
guy was completely naked!
Not
only was he naked, but he had no intention of covering himself up. Instead, he
grabbed a small rucksack from the storage compartment of the Jet Ski and
approached us with quick steps, his large cock swinging between his legs.
Without asking for permission, the intruder briskly ran up the three steps to
our veranda, his cock and balls bouncing even more, and stood in front of us,
dropping the rucksack onto the floor.
With
her hands covering her mouth and her eyes fixed on the man’s impressive
manhood, Laurie whispered, “Oh, my God!”
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Gabi
inspected the contents, then faced him with a smile. “Thank you, Warren!”
He
grimaced. “So, I get nothing?”
She
tilted her head, giving him a flirtatious glance. “’Thank you’ isn’t
nothing.”
Warren’s
frown turned into a smile. “You’re a skilled cockteaser!”
Gabi
giggled. “Perhaps.” Turning away, she set down the bag and bent over, her skirt
rising to reveal her naked backside.
Warren
watched, entranced.
Pretending
to sort through the bag, Gabi announced, “Two sandwiches, two apples. Nice.
What else?” She leaned further, parting her legs.
Warren
was now staring straight at her pussy from behind.
“Two
salami snacks, two cans of coke,” she continued.
Unable
to resist, he reached out his hand to cup her pussy, but she quickly stood,
alert to his move. Turning to face him, she said calmly but firmly, “Teddy
and I need a ride to the trail across the river.”
Warren
laughed. “Right, and I’ll get another ‘visual thank you’ for the favour.”
“No,
this time. . . .” Gabi paused with a sly smile. “This time, we’ll switch roles.
I’ll do you a favour, and you’ll thank me.”
“And
how’s that gonna work?”
“You’ll
take us across the stream to thank me for this!” Gabi turned around, bent over,
perking her butt up, and spread her legs wide apart. She pretended to look
into the bag again.
Without
waiting for a further invitation, Warren cupped her pussy from behind; she
trembled but didn’t move away.
“God,
it’s warm,” slipped through his lips.
“It
always is,” she quipped.
Warren
spread her pussy lips apart and tried to shove a finger into her vagina, but
Gabi grabbed his hand, pushed it off her pussy and stood up, turning around. She
met his gaze with a playful smile.
“You’re
so wet!” he murmured.
She
nodded. “Yes, I am.”
“And
warm.”
“I’m
always warm and wet down there, Warren. Now, my tip!”
“Your
tip?”
“Yes.
Favours for favours, remember?”
Laughing,
Warren conceded, “You’re growing on me.”
“I
know,” Gabi said, her tone knowing.
He
rubbed his erect cock through his trousers, holding his gaze on her.
“So?”
She gestured towards the stream.
“OK, you win, you charming thing!” he relented, laughing, and gestured towards the jeep. “Jump in!”
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