by Lexi Archer
I reached out and got grabbed my wine glass. I downed it all in one quick swallow as I watched my wife being carried around the dance floor by another man. As I watched her staring up at him with adoring eyes that were more turned on than she usually got when she was out dancing
Finally the music came to a close, fading away as they stood out there, his hand cupping hers and his arm around her waist as they stared at one another, their chests heaving in equal measure. Their bodies still pressed together.
He leaned down and whispered something to her just as the music was fading and then they broke apart and were making their way back over to the table as though he hadn't just been practically dry humping my wife on the dance floor. Sure he was doing the dry humping to a very classy dance, but still.
And yet I couldn't deny how hot I was. How hard I was. I looked forward to whatever was to come when Melissa got back to the table.
4: Propositioned
When Melissa got back to her seat and flopped down I noticed a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. She was still breathing heavily, and she looked absolutely amazing with light from the dance floor reflecting off of her sweaty body.
After the display she'd just put on dancing with another man like that I wanted nothing more than to take her back to the cabin and rip that dress off. To feel that sweaty body pressed against my own as I plowed in and out of her. As I imagined another man plowing in and out of her body while I was fucking her for everything she was worth.
"Did you have fun out there baby?" I asked.
"You bet!" she replied.
"So what did he whisper to you there at the end?" I asked.
She looked across the table to the Captain who winked. Then back to me. "I don't think we should talk about that here."
Color me intrigued. Still, if she wanted to play games then I was perfectly fine with playing games. I could wait until we were out of here, until we were back to our room, to find out why she was deciding now of all times was a good moment to start keeping secrets.
The rest of the evening was far more innocent than what transpired with my wife out on the dance floor with the Captain. I started talking a little more since the guys had gotten used to my wife at the table and weren't staring quite as much. Sure they would occasionally try to catch a glimpse, not that I could blame them, but things became far more laid-back as the alcohol flowed.
Except for Captain whatever-his-name. He still only had eyes for my wife. It was as though he was trying to remember every last detail of her body. It was enough to make me slightly uncomfortable, and I wasn't even the one who was getting the eye!
I even danced a few more times with Melissa, but there was never another dance with her and the Captain. There was never a dance with her and any of the other officers either. It seemed she'd been rendered off-limits as soon as that dance happened. Which was very interesting. Why would they be keeping their distance from her after their Captain danced with her?
I kept thinking back to what that guy told me. That quick whisper in my ear. He did this on every cruise. Married or not, it didn't matter. The result was always the same.
I looked at Melissa. Was the result going to be the same this time? No, that couldn't possibly be the case. She'd had a little fun, but I was sure we'd still stick to the original plan. Go back to our cabin and have a little fun together.
I was crazy thinking that guy was saying anything approaching the truth. It was probably a joke they pulled on poor unsuspecting husbands who brought their wives over to the Captain's table. I'm sure they'd all have a big laugh about it after we left. Only I couldn't shake the feeling that junior officer was telling the truth, no matter how much I wanted it to be a joke.
"How serious were you about me being a little naughty tonight?" Melissa asked.
I turned to her. I looked her up and down again, only this time there was none of the usual heat to that look. I was just curious now. Curious about her body language which looked somewhat hesitant. Curious about that worried look on her face. Curious about what had been whispered in her ear out there on the dance floor. What was going on here?
"Why do you ask?"
"At the end of the dance the Captain, Gerard, he whispered something to me…"
"Oh? Did he give you his room number? Are you expected to go up there and have a good time or something?"
"Yes," she said. It barely came out above a whisper, but it might as well have been a shout. It might as well have been a loudspeaker. She could almost be using a bullhorn for how loud it echoed inside my head.
"Bullshit," I said.
And it really did have to be bullshit. Maybe they had her in on the joke or something. Yeah, pull one over on the husband and get his wife in on it. Very funny. Maybe that was why we got invited over to the Captain's table in the first place. They probably picked some unsuspecting son of a bitch every cruise.
"I'm not lying baby," she said.
I searched her face. Looked back and forth between her eyes. And I realized that no, she wasn't lying. Lying just wasn't something we did to each other, and if one of us was pulling a joke like this then usually we'd admit it by now.
I let out a deep breath and leaned against the wall. I suddenly felt very much as though I needed something to support myself, because my legs were suddenly so wobbly, so weak, that I was seriously having trouble staying upright!
I locked eyes with her. Searched once more as I said my next words.
"What do you want to do Melissa?"
She collapsed against the opposite wall. I smiled. At least I wasn't the only one who was having some trouble staying upright! It was nice to know she was at least having some of the same reservations I was, even if she did seem interested. And the fact that my wife was interested had me interested, even if I was also extremely fucking hesitant for reasons that should be extremely fucking obvious!
"I mean he was a hottie, and he was so into me out on the dance floor…"
I opened my mouth to say something but then she started up again. She talked right over me.
"At the same time… With another man? I suppose teasing people is one thing, but it just seems like such a big step! How do you feel about it?"
She was genuinely asking me how I felt about it. She wasn't asking for permission or anything. It was a simple situation where she was interested in trying something, but she was genuinely worried about what it would do to our relationship. Those were all feelings I could identify with in a big way because they were the same thoughts that were running through my own head on repeat.
What did I think of the idea of my wife getting with another man? It was hot, it was something that had always run through the back of my head as a fantasy scenario, but now that I was facing it in reality I wasn't sure that fantasy and reality were two things that should ever mix.
"I just don't know," I said. "It is a big step, I'm hesitant, and I think that's our answer right there."
Melissa smiled and bridged the gap between us. God she felt so good pressing against me. And yet all I could think about was her pressing against the Captain out on the dance floor. Although I guess I should start thinking of him as Gerard. First names seemed appropriate considering how up close and personal he was trying to get with us!
"I think that's the right answer too," Melissa said. "Though it would've been fun…"
"It would've been a hell of a lot of fun!" I said.
Melissa cocked an eyebrow at me. "Wait, you're serious? You actually get hot thinking about me getting with another guy? Not just the teasing stuff?"
"You know I get off on guys watching you," I said. "It seems like the one is a natural extension of the other, right?"
"I know, it's just a little crazy."
I took her face in my hands. Leaned down and gave her a kiss. A very thorough kiss that left absolutely no doubt in her mind exactly how passionate I was about her regardless of whether or not she was getting with another man to fulfill a fantasy that seemed to have taken
hold of both of us.
"Hey, I might fantasize about that, but just having you in my life is more than enough to make me happy. Inside the bedroom and out!"
"I know baby," she said. She smiled and her eyes twinkled mischievously. "How about we head back to the cabin and have some of that bedroom fun right now?"
"Sounds good to me!"
5: Reconsidering
I kicked the door shut behind us and my mouth was on Melissa's. She gasped and moaned, her hands wrapping around my neck.
I started angling her towards the bed. It was a decent size. The whole cabin was a decent size. After all, I spared no expense when I paid for this trip. Why wouldn't we have a nice king-size bed even though most people on this ship talked about their cabins as though they were lucky to have a couple of twin-sized beds and a porthole.
She fell back and then I was on top of her. Her body was even softer than the damn sheets! She was moaning as her hands ran over my body and already her hips were churning, her pussy pressing against my rock hard cock.
I came up for air and grinned down at her. "It seems like somebody is very turned on tonight!"
And I had a sneaking suspicion that she was turned on as much by the dancing and what she almost did tonight as she was by getting with her husband. If anything that just turned me on even more than I already was.
She started clawing at my shirt. "Shut the fuck up. After the night I had I need you inside me, and I need it now!"
I didn't even have time to be surprised at this sudden vixen who'd replaced my wife. My shirt was over my head and I was reaching up to the straps on her dress. Pulling it down so one of her tits popped free. Immediately I cupped it, kneading it in between my fingers, exploring that oh so familiar territory that I loved so much.
A thought popped into my head. An image of Captain Gerard over my wife. His broad chest, his muscular body, dwarfing her petite frame. His massive powerful hands gripping her tits. And that thought was so sudden, so odd, that I very nearly blew my load as I was grinding against her pussy.
Fuck!
I pulled myself back to reality. Back to where I was the one who was groping her. That's what I needed to concentrate on. On my wife in the moment. On how incredible she felt. On the glorious taste of her kiss. On the way she smelled. On the intoxicating sight of her hair falling down around her as she moved her hands up and stared at me with lust in her eyes.
Her hand moved down and she was fumbling at my belt. And it in my mind she was fumbling at Gerard's belt. She was pulling on those crisp white uniform pants all the crew on the ship wore. It wasn't my cock she was grabbing. No, she was reaching down and wrapping her fingers around Gerard's cock. Jerking his shaft which was massive in my imagination even though I had absolutely no way to know what size he was.
This was my fantasy world that was intruding on a very real world fuck session with my wife, after all, and if my erotic imagination wanted his cock to be massive as my wife was running her petite hands up and down his shaft then that was my business!
I pulled myself back into the moment. Back to where it was my wife who had her hand wrapped around my own cock, which was very decently sized and always got the job done thank you very much. God her hand felt amazing. Back and forth her hand moved and I was gasping. I felt that familiar tingle at the base of my balls and starting to travel up my shaft.
"Stop!" I managed to get out in a strangled gasp.
Melissa stopped, but I wasn't sure if it was going to be enough. It very much felt like too little, too late. I could feel the orgasm building and I wondered if I was about to have a dishonorable discharge in my pants instead of blowing my load in my wife like the good Lord intended.
She moved her thumb to the base of my cock and that extra stimulation almost sent me over the edge, but at the same time it prevented me from blowing my load.
I stayed there on top of my wife, my arms to either side of her, our bodies pressed together except for where I'd pulled my hips back slightly to give her better access to my cock. I took in deep breaths, concentrated on anything but blowing my load. It was touch and go for a few seconds, but then with a gasp finally the feeling went away.
I could still feel the first shots of what was shaping up to be one hell of an orgasm before I told her to stop dribbling out of the tip of my cock, but I was still ready to go. My cock was still rock hard. And more importantly, my wife was still under me looking so fucking sexy with her dress halfway down revealing one tit.
"Did you really almost?" she asked.
"I don't know what it is…"
She grinned. "I think I know exactly what it is baby."
"What are you talking about?"
I was playing innocent. Not so much because I felt the need to play innocent, but mostly because I was afraid that if she started giving voice to some of the fantasies running through my head right now, particularly with her hand on my cock like it was, I was going to be in very real danger of coming all over her hand and wherever it happened to land on her dress. That wouldn't do when what I really wanted was to come in deep inside her. That was always my favorite place.
"Take off your pants," she said.
I rolled off of her and then I was frantically clawing at my pants. Almost as frantically as she'd been clawing at my shirt just moments ago. My cock sprang free and I heard her giggle. Not because of the size, but probably because of how eager I was to get out of my pants and get on top of her.
A moment later I was completely naked and I rolled on top of my not quite so naked wife. I didn't care that she wasn't quite so naked though. I wanted her just the way she was.
Besides, having her dress bunched up around her like that was fueling the mental image of Gerard on top of her. Pressing his cock against her as she looked up at him with her dress a hot mess underneath him. Only one of her tits out, her hair messed up as she reclined on his bed. In my imagination he was so eager to get with her that he didn't take the time to unwrap her properly. No, she was such a prize, she was so hot, that no man would be able to resist. No man would be willing to wait the time it would take to properly get her out of her clothes.
And so I descended on her, my cock moving up between her legs, and I realized that at some point in between getting into the room and getting to this moment where I was on top of her with my cock pressing against her pussy, she'd managed to take her panties off. There was absolutely nothing separating us.
I sighed as I sank inside her familiar wet warmth. As I imagined I was another man sinking into my wife for the first time, that her pussy wasn't so familiar, that I was fulfilling one hell of a one night stand fantasy by fucking this married woman who was acting like a wanton slut.
"Are you imagining him inside me?" she asked. "Are you imagining him pumping his cock in my pussy and thinking about how incredible it feels?"
"Oh God!" I groaned. "Keep that up and I'm going to come pretty damn quick!"
I knew I was supposed to wait. I knew I was supposed to make sure my wife had a good time as well. I was a guy who got the job done. Only tonight I was so worked up, I was so close to the edge, that I might as well be a teenager who was fucking for the very first time. My cock was operating on a hair trigger, and it wasn't going to take much to set me off.
"You want to know something baby?" she asked.
"What?" I managed to gasp out.
It was taking all of my concentration not to explode. To avoid ruining this experience for my wife.
Only it seemed Melissa had absolutely no intention of turning this into a long fuck session. She leaned up and whispered in my ear.
"I'm imagining it's him inside me. Blow your load. By your load inside me Gerard," she said.
Fuck! That was it. I was already so ridiculously turned on. I couldn't help myself. With a quiet whimper I buried myself to the hilt inside my wife and then I was exploding. I felt that delicious tingling sensation that meant an impending orgasm, only in this case it was overtaking my entire body. I was helpless
in the face of this fantasy. I was helpless with my cock buried inside my wife. All I could do was concentrate on maintaining consciousness, on holding on for the wild ride, as I kept myself buried deep inside her exploding over and over!
Just moments ago I'd been worried about my wife not getting over the edge. About not being able to provide enough stimulation. It turns out I shouldn't have worried about that though.
Apparently she was getting just as turned on by this forbidden scenario as I was! Her pussy was grasping at my cock. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes were squeezed shut. She was letting out gasp after gasp as I emptied myself deep inside her. Again and again I exploded, again and again she moaned as I continued pumping my balls in her body.
Fuck!
She was shuddering, she was still bouncing, and it felt like she was having one hell of an orgasm to match the intense fucking feelings that were running through my body, but finally those feeling started to subside. Her gasping started to get a little quieter. The bouncing grew less fevered. And then it was just the two of us smiling at each other.
"That was more intense than…" I said.
"I know," she said.
I paused for a moment, my cock still lodged inside my wife's body. That had been fucking intense. And the reason why it had been so intense was obvious. I was ridiculously turned on by the idea of her with a guy. And I was still turned on by that idea in a big way even after I'd blown a load. I figured that said something.
"You know I've been thinking…"
She grinned. "Thinking that maybe we should revisit our decision not to take the good Captain up on his offer?"
I smiled. "Do you think we have enough time?"
She smacked me playfully on the chest. "As quick as you were stud? We still got all night!"
