High Seas Hotwife: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Lexi Archer

  6: Getting Ready

  I was alone with my thoughts as Melissa availed herself of the shower. It wouldn't do for her to take the good Captain up on his offer while she was still freshly fucked from our intense session! So she was showering and getting freshened up. Preparing for her little rendezvous.

  I was going to be stuck with my thoughts for quite a while. We both agreed that the offer was just for her. It probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to come along and say I was interested in watching even though there was nothing I'd love more. No, this was strictly going to be Melissa flying solo and telling me all about it when she got back.

  I hated it even as I loved it. Even as my cock throbbed thinking about it. Thinking about another man climbing on top of her while I was back here thinking about it.

  It said something about how intense this fantasy was that it had me so turned on so quickly after I'd already blown a load inside my wife. I wasn't exactly plagued with performance problems, but I had found that as I got older the spirit was still willing but my ability to fire off multiple shots in one night got difficult.

  The sheer craziness of what we were about to do was killing me. The anticipation of what we were about to do was driving me wild. I never would've imagined we'd go from enjoying guys watching my wife to her actually getting with another man, but here we were.

  The shower ended, but I knew it would probably still be a little while before Melissa was completely ready. Sure she'd already been ready from going out to dinner earlier, but that was before we had our fun. Besides, she'd never give up an opportunity to take a good half hour to prepare herself even if she was already good to go.

  Having this much time to think about it wasn't good. It almost would've been better if she'd just left right after we made the decision. If she'd gone straight to his room. If I hadn't had time to think about the craziness of what we were doing. But now I had plenty of time for second thoughts, only every time one of those second thoughts came up, every time I considered that maybe this wasn't such a good idea, the thought of my wife under another man as he slammed in and out of her filled my mind and once more I realized that no, I wanted this. It was crazy, but I wanted this. I needed this.

  Finally the noise in the bathroom came to an end and Melissa stepped out. She was still wearing the same tight black dress that she'd had at dinner. I cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

  "Same dress?"

  She shrugged. "I figured he might think something was up if he realized I was wearing different clothes from what I had on at dinner. This way he'll just think that I got cold feet before I finally decided stepping out on you would be fun."

  "Makes sense," I said. I hesitated, then blurted out what was on my mind even as I hated myself for potentially ruining this chance. Still, if I was having second thoughts then she had to be having second thoughts too. I wanted to make absolutely sure we were both cool with this.

  "Bbefore we actually go through with this, are you absolutely sure?"

  Now it was a Melissa's turned into cocked an eyebrow at me. "I'm pretty sure. The question is are you sure? Because if you're not sure that I'm not sure."

  I took a deep breath. This was my last chance. I could say something now or forever hold my peace. I could risk our relationship for a little bit of pleasure, or I could open up our marriage to one hell of a compelling fantasy that had the potential to revolutionize our sex life.

  "I'm sure," I said.

  I still wasn't sure, not entirely, but I wasn't telling her that. Something about the way she looked told me she wasn't sure either, but she wanted to go through with this as well. It was something we needed to explore now that we'd broached the subject, and what better place to do it than on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean? We were about as far from civilization as you could get, and if things went all pear-shaped it's not like it would cause a huge explosion that would involve people we actually knew.

  At least I told myself that's why I wanted to go through with it here and now. If I was being perfectly honest with myself in the moment, which I most certainly wasn't, then there was a far more compelling reason why I was going through with this. I was thinking with the brain down below, and it wasn't known for its logical or analytical thinking ability. No, it was consumed with the thought of my wife with another man, with making that happen no matter what the stakes.

  Was it risky? Sure. But it wouldn't be the first time I'd done something risky because I was horny.

  Melissa took in a deep breath. Let it out.

  "In that case I guess we're really doing this," she said.

  Melissa moved over and sat down next to me on the bed. She reached out and took my hand. Gave it a squeeze.

  "I love you honey," she said.

  "I love you too," I said. "Now get out there! The sooner you go the sooner you can get back and tell me all the details."

  My cock twitched and I very nearly came as I said that. Damn. If just thinking about her telling me all the details was enough to get that reaction then I couldn't wait to see what was going to happen when she finally returned with stories of her adventures.

  Melissa leaned down and kissed me. Then she was up and walking across the room. I took a moment to enjoy her ass, one of her best assets, swaying back and forth hypnotically in that dress like it had earlier in the evening. I had no doubt that the intoxicating sway of her ass in that dress was part of what had drawn attention to her in the first place.

  The door to our cabin opened, closed, and then I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts as my wife made her way through the ship to the Captain's quarters. It was happening. She was going to spend an evening with another man.

  I could bore you with the details of my long wait. Melissa was gone for awhile, and the entire time thoughts were running through my head of what could be happening. I thought she might send a text letting me know what was going on, maybe send a picture. That was how it happened in all the fantasies, right?

  Only fantasy and reality turned out to be two very different things.

  No, in my fantasies, in all the porn I'd watched, it was always about the guy having fun watching the girl or getting updates while the action was happening. No one ever said anything about how damned boring it could be shuffling around in your boxers waiting for your wife to get back from her dalliance. I briefly considered going out and availing myself of some of the twenty-four hour fun that was available on the cruise ship, but I didn't want to be away from the room in case she came back early. Not that I even had any idea what the hell "early"meant. She could be out all night long for all I knew!

  I couldn't sleep. I turned the lights out at one point and tossed and turned, but sleep wasn't coming. No, not with her out there doing who knows what. Not with thoughts running through my head of her doing who knows what with that guy. Sleep wasn't happening.

  TV didn't help either. I was never a big television watcher to begin with, and not having access to my favorite streaming shows meant I was at the mercy of whatever happened to be on the channels available in the ship's system. And what was available on the ship wasn't very good. I sighed in frustration as I clicked it off.

  Yeah, it looked like I was destined to an evening of twiddling my thumbs, thinking about my wife getting with another man, and dealing with a combination of anticipation and boredom that was pure torture.

  The torture lasted right up until she knocked on the door. I ran like a kid running for a Christmas present first thing in the morning on December twenty-fifth. The door flew open and Melissa stood there.

  God she looked beautiful. Her hair was a mess. Her dress was at an odd angle as though she'd pulled it on quickly. Her makeup was smeared in a couple of spots, particularly around her lips which had my cock throbbing. She walked unsteadily as she moved into the room.

  In short, she looked exactly like a girl who'd just been well and thoroughly fucked. And I found myself wondering. I'd had no word from her for the past couple of hours. Had she done it? Had s
he gone through with it? Had another man's dick been inside my wife for the first time since we got married so many years ago?

  It certainly looked like it, but I just didn't know.

  I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, but she held her hand up and stopped me before I could get it out. She walked into the room and wobbled a couple of times. Then she collapsed back on the bed and turned to me with a smile on her face.

  "Well? You want to hear what happened?"

  I closed the door and made sure to lock it. I'd heard enough horror stories about people disappearing on cruise ships that I didn't want to take any risks. I turned back to my wife. I grinned.

  "Fuck yes I want to hear all about it!"

  "Well what are you waiting for? Get over here!"

  Melissa didn't have to tell me twice! I dove for the bed and fell on the fluffy sheets next to her. She propped herself up on one elbow, a move that caused one of the straps of her dress to fall down very nearly revealing one of her tits. Not quite, but close enough that I was getting one hell of an eyeful. And there was something about getting that eyeful right now that was different from before. It was more intense. Knowing that another man had probably been looking at that same sight was driving me crazy.

  "So?" I asked. "Did you?"

  Melissa smiled and leaned forward to kiss me. Did I detect a hint of a different taste on her lips? Something wasn't the same as her usual taste, a mix of lip gloss and her. I didn't know what that new taste was, but I had a pretty good idea what it was and wanted to find out.

  "Patience while I tell you all about it baby."

  Melissa leaned forward and then her lips were pressing against mine. She was pushing me back against the bed and then climbing on top of me. Grinding her pussy against me, and I found myself wondering if she'd been grinding against the Captain earlier.

  More than anything I found myself wondering why she was doing this instead of telling me what had happened, but I figured I would wait. I'd let her tell the story in her own time. That seemed to be what she wanted. And what she wanted was very much what I wanted right now.

  Melissa pulled away from the kiss and looked down at me, her chest heaving. Her entire body heaving as she continued grinding against me. And damn, I could feel wetness already seeping through from her panties through my boxers and against my cock. I wondered if that was just her arousal, or if I was feeling the combined naughtiness of my wife with another man as she continued grinding up and down the length of my cock.

  "I got to his cabin and he was waiting for me even though it was late," she said.

  "Yeah?" I asked.

  I didn't have anything else to add to the conversation. I decided it would be a better idea to sit back and shut up while she told her story.

  "I was so nervous when he opened the door. When I saw him smiling at me. He looked so hot, so powerful, as he stood there. He was still in his uniform, but it was undone like he was getting ready for bed."

  She shifted ever so slightly and moved up so she was pressing down against the tip of my cock. Still through my boxers, but knowing the warm heaven waiting beyond the thin strip of my boxers and her panties drove me wild. I welcomed the sensation, but I also felt like I was in very real danger of exploding against her even though I'd already had some fun with my wife earlier in the evening. And so I reached down and gently put my hands on her hips. I pulled her off to the side and she looked at me with confusion written plainly on her face.

  "If you keep telling that story and grinding against me like this then we're going to have one hell of a premature problem pretty soon," I said.

  She grinned and leaned forward to kiss me, then pulled back.

  "Sorry," she said. "I was getting so carried away thinking about it. I'll try to be a little less seductive while I'm telling you the story."

  "Seductive I don't mind! I just want to make sure I last until you tell me everything."

  "Well in that case I'd better be sure and tell you everything!"

  And so she did. She launched into her story and told me everything. Every delicious detail.

  7: Melissa Steps Out

  "He was all over me baby. I let out a shriek as he reached out and pulled me into his cabin. Pulled me against him. He must've closed the door because I heard it slam shut behind us, but I didn't have time to think. No, his mouth was on mine and then he was pressing his tongue against my mouth.

  I was so surprised that I wasn't sure how to react at first! I pushed away from him, but he was like a man possessed, and it was kind of sexy having a man trying to possess me like that. Taking control of the situation!"

  There must've been something about the look on my face, because she quickly leaned forward and ran a finger down my chest. Smiled at me with a twinkle in her eye.

  "Don't get me wrong baby," she said. "I love fucking you, but you're just always so sweet and nice. Sometimes a girl just wants to be taken!"

  I smiled but didn't say anything. Apparently there were some moves I was going to have to add to my lovemaking repertoire if I wanted to keep my wife interested. I'd been turned on by the idea of her with another man, but I'd never realized I might actually learn a thing or two about my technique from hearing about her with another man!

  "He pulled me into his room and then we were moving back towards his bedroom. It all happened so fast that I could hardly believe it. I thought he might be slow, that he might try to be seductive or something, but instead there was just raw animal passion. His hands were all over my body as he carried me. I wrapped my legs around him and started grinding against him like I was grinding against you just a minute ago. It was so damn hot!

  He's feeling my tits, going down to cup my ass, and then I feel my dress start to loosen. He was pulling down on my zipper! Can you believe it? Apparently he decided me coming to his room was all the confirmation he needed! Although I guess the making out and the way I was grinding against his cock was a pretty good go-ahead..."

  Damn. I thought back to what the junior officer told me about the Captain and his behavior when on cruises. He did the same thing every cruise. The end result was always the same. Something told me my wife wasn't the first girl he'd been so insistent with. Something told me she was just another notch in the bed post on his probably considerable list of women he'd been with. Something told me he was so forward, so brazen with my wife precisely because he wasn't a man who was used to ladies putting up any sort of resistance whatsoever. Why would they when they were confronted with the dashing captain taking a particular interest in them?

  And from the way Melissa was going on about how she acted, wrapping her legs around him and letting him feel her up like that, it's not like she gave him any indication otherwise. It's not like she wanted to give him any indication otherwise. She went up to his cabin to be fucked. To act scandalized when she got what she was looking for seemed a little silly to me, but I went ahead and let her tell the story the way she wanted to.

  "He threw me down on the bed and he was so passionate. He hadn't said a single word the entire time. It's like I was a little fuck toy for him to use, and for some reason I was so wet thinking about him using me like that!"

  Melissa stopped her description and looked at me with obvious worry in her eyes. It was obvious she was trying to see how I was taking this. It was obvious she was worried I was taking this the wrong way despite the fact that I'd given her my blessing to go out and have this sort of fun.

  And so this time I was the one who leaned forward. I was the one who kissed her, brushing my lips against hers and thinking about another man brushing his lips against hers. I pulled back and smiled.

  "You had permission to do everything you did tonight baby," I said. "I'm not going to get mad at you now that you went out and did it. Not after I asked you to!"

  Melissa breathed what I took to be a sigh of relief and launched back into her story.

  "So I'm down on his bed and my dress is already loose. He was on top of me, grinding his cock ag
ainst me. He was so fucking intense! He let out a growl as he started pressing against me, as though his cock was about to rip through his pants and my panties at the same time!

  My panties weren't the only thing in danger though. Up above he yanked down on my dress and I was worried he was going to rip the damn thing, though luckily he got enough of it down that he didn't destroy it."

  She paused and bit her lip. "That would've been kinda hot though...

  He yanked down far enough that my tits bounced free. I have to admit I felt a little hesitant at first. I felt a little embarrassed. I mean this was the first time any man but you had seen my tits in years. What if he didn't like them? What if I didn't still have it? Only I got my answer as soon as he looked at them.

  He moved down and then his tongue was wrapped around a nipple. He was still growling, still feeling me up with his free hand. And it was so hot. It had been so long since any guy other than you felt me up. It reminded me of when we were teenagers and we were exploring each other for the first time. There was just something about the sexual energy he was giving off that made everything feel so new, so incredible!"

  I was on a hair trigger. I felt like even brushing against my wife's incredible body would be enough to get me to explode inside my pants considering the incredible story she was spinning.

  "I loved it!" she said as she bit her lip and smiled. "He was all over me. His tongue was like magic dancing between my tits. And it was weird feeling another man. It was so much like you, and yet so different."

  "Before I knew it his other hand was down under my dress, he was moving his fingers into my pussy. His hands were a little more rough than yours, and it was so different. So incredible. They were thick, it was almost like he was fucking me with a cock and he didn't even have his cock out yet! I was gasping and moaning, my pussy was grasping at his fingers and I was so turned on.

  He looked down at me. "You are so beautiful," he said. And I felt so fucking beautiful, so fucking hot, as his fingers continued exploring me.