4 comments/ 19840 views/ 2 favorites Ship of Fools By: juanwildone TRICK OR TREAT Steven Trenton hopped forward struggling to get out of his costume. After all Scarlet O'Hara was crawling on her hands and knees across his bed. She stopped, hitched her voluminous skirts up over her hips and leered at him. As her skirts cleared her ass the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. He hopped again - his erection tangled in his underwear - and nearly fell over. GODDAMNFUCKINGCOSTUME! "C'mom baby hurry." Steve heard the pleading in his wife's voice. He wanted to say: I am hurrying or it's not my fault! Actually she was the reason his dick was so entangled - not to mention hurting like hell as he struggle to free it. But he didn't dare say: Hey it's your fault I'm all tangled up. That would likely mark the last time he'd ever get a blowjob while driving; he laughed silently to himself relishing the reality: I got a fucking blowjob while I was driving! Damn! Thinking about Debbie's drive home blowjob made his dick harder. He'd been begging her to do it for years. He'd even rented that Steve Martin movie where the wives talked about doing it (except he'd forgotten about the car wreck part...that sure didn't help his cause.) No way he was going to jeopardize a repeat performance. "Almost there Deb." Surprised? That did not begin to describe the experience. Surprise was when Deb had appeared at his arm and said it was time to go home. Up to that moment he had always been the one ready to leave a party. They'd hardly started home when Debbie had unbuckled her seat belt and dove for his zipper. He was just about to say something when she sucked his dick into her mouth. Instead he moaned an enthusiastic (and encouraging) "oh yeah." She was relentless. Lips and tongue, sucked and swirled, her left hand stroked the exposed shaft of his cock while her right fondled his balls. He tried to search through her skirts to finger her only to have his hand placed squarely on her right breast. He pinched her nipple and gave it a twist; a mouth filled groan was her response. He felt the tale tell tingle of his orgasm and said nothing as it increased. He was silent as the point of no return was passed, although he did groan appreciatively. His cock swelled and began to spurt as he turned onto their street; how he managed to park he couldn't remember. Debbie noisily swallowed, stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipped him up, and whispered in his ear, "I need to be fucked so bad." Debbie backed out of the car with her right breast completely exposed. She flipped her nipple up and down as Steve marveled at her. She stood slowly and sashayed toward the front door. Steve limped, hopped, and hobbled forward in her wake. He had been right behind his wife as they entered their bedroom. This was turning into one crazy night. The party they'd been at was definitely adults only - not that it was an orgy or anything - it was just that so many of the women attending either wore so very little or if they did dress up it was almost scandalous. He'd seen one women in a Grecian toga that clearly revealed that she was bra less, panty less, and unbelievably gorgeous. Even Debbie in her Scarlet O'Hara costume had half her areolas showing! Steve had lurched from one degree of sexual arousal to another. While not by nature a dedicated party attendee he was disappointed when Debbie said it was time to go home. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me like you did at the party. I've never felt you so deep in me...hurry Stevie." Debbie Trenton wiggled her ass having already flipped her costume up. She was frantic horny; screwing her husband at the Halloween party they'd attended earlier this evening had her at fever pitch. A part of her was still shocked that she had instigated it. Debbie like many women - preferred that her husband initiate sexual activity. Steven Trenton, by no means a demanding alpha male, was actually a really nice guy. It was just the way he was; need a favor, who better to ask than Steve? Need an extra hand? - you could count on Steve showing up and being prepared to work. Steve always ready to jump in and help someone out. But Steve demand sex, Steve take charge in the bedroom? - not likely. Steve would ask his partner what she wanted; inquire if he was moving too fast or too hard. That said, he certainly got the job done once he got going. Once he got going - "once" that was the operative word. Debbie had lived for years in that silent frustration of wishing for more frequent sex. But tonight, the party, the drive home, and now this - for Debbie it was unbelievably liberating. Empowering! After tonight she was going to have more sex, more often! "All Steve, all the time" she liked the sound of that. She was sure she'd like the feel of that. The ride home, the wild ride home was more accurate! Debbie had been out of control frisky on the return drive, constantly groping him to the point of distraction. He had hinted (okay more than hinted, he rented that silly movie!) at wanting her to blow him while driving since before they were married. She'd always declined. But tonight she was out of her mind horny - and she knew why. Debbie was in full rut because earlier that night she had taken a wrong turn while searching for a bathroom. She opened a door and found herself standing not five feet from a very vigorous threesome. A woman, naked save for her stockings and garter belt, was standing bent forward at her hips with a man at each end. The guy behind her was fucking her like the Energizer Bunny, a blinding blur of hip to hip - slap, slap, slap - contact. The guy in front was standing with his pants around his ankles, head tilted back, and his hands on her head. Debbie starred at the ménage a trois for she didn't know how long. It was only when the man getting the blowjob noticed her and suggested she strip and join them that she excused herself and left in search of her husband; her lust at a boiling point. She'd found Steve quick enough - he was to only one at the party wearing the "Scream" costume. She dragged him to a quiet spot, turned around, lifted her skirts (she'd come as Scarlet O'Hara and was now determined to cum as Scarlet O'Hara) and told him to fuck her "right here, right now." That he hesitated at all had her royally ticked off. "Get your dick out and in me now or I'll find someone else to do the job." He complied and rammed his cock into her. Debbie had been shocked at his aggressive thrust (it was so unSteve-like), but quickly encouraged more as Steven was deeper in her than she had ever experienced before. God he was so deep in her. The race to orgasm was close, he came first, but she wasn't far behind. Debbie was a little peeved when Steven pulled out, zipped up and left her with out a kiss, cuddle, or even a kind word - he was taking this Scream thing too far. Except that by the time she had her skirts rearranged and her boobs pushed back into the corset bodice she was getting horny just thinking about what they'd done. She decided that she was going to find Steven and suggest it was time to go home. She knew Steve would leave - he was not a big fan of Halloween. Who would look forward to Halloween considering some of the things that had happened to him? As the youngest of three brothers when Steven was finally old enough to go out with them they gave him a bag with a hole in the bottom and told him to walk in front of them unaware that his candy was falling out piece by piece, only to be picked up and eaten by his older brothers; it was years before he figured out what they had done. It didn't get any better as he got older. Invited to his first boy-girl Halloween party he was talked into going as the Mummy; wrapped head to toe in toilet paper. It was a really good costume until one of the older guys pushed him into the pool. Steve had spent the rest of the party wrapped in a scratchy blanket, shivering while he waited for his parents to pick him up. But that was then and right now Steven had finally shed his costume and reached the edge of the bed. His cock was hard and ready. He looked down to align his cock and was surprised at how red and swollen Debbie's cunt appeared. More surprising was a persistent little voice that kept saying, "didn't you hear what she just said?" "C'mon Steve - hurry - do me like you did me earlier. The way you fucked me at the party was so awesome." Steve felt his erection wilt as his stomach did a dizzyingly quick flip-flop while the little voice said, "That's what I was trying to tell you." That's what Debbie had said before. No mistaking what she was talking about. Steven staggered to the bathroom and threw up. God this can't be happening to me - I hate Halloween - and he threw up again. He rinsed his mouth out and stared at the haggard image in the mirror. This had to be some kind of nightmare and any second now he was going to wake up. Debbie pushed the door open, "Oh poor baby, are you getting sick? Let's get you into bed right now. And don't you worry one little bit about me babe. I'll just relive that incredible fucking you gave me earlier." Steven Tenet groaned - he hadn't fucked his wife earlier, but he sure as hell knew who had. ********** Alexander Agnew was backing away with both hands raised. "It just happened Steve. You have to believe me. I mean c'mon man, she was wiggling it right in my face. She was insistent; she said she'd go find someone else if I didn't do her. So in a way I kind of helped you out..." It was a scene, an event that Alex would never forget: his best friend's wife begging for it. He was just about to identify himself when she hitched her skirt up and wiggled her bare, wet cunt at him. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't stop himself - her scent was overpowering. This was too perfect, too kinky; he didn't want to stop himself. He simply walked up close behind her and just went for it. He figured if he fucked her hard and fast she'd be too preoccupied to notice any difference. He'd figured right about that. What might happen later he really hadn't thought about - until now? "Help me out? Help me out! Helped yourself is more like it. I'll tell you what I would have done. I would have, I would have...I would have identified myself you asshole. All you had to do was lift the mask and say "Sorry Deb, I wanted to scare Cathy so I talked Steve into letting my borrow his costume." Steve was starting to lose it. He couldn't believe Alex was arguing for some kind of a free pass - "don't you get it? You screwed my wife asshole!" "That's true but you weren't there. I was and in the heat of the moment. I just reacted. I'm sorry." And considering the increasingly aggravated husband in front of him, he really was sorry. "What would you have done?" "What would I have done? I wouldn't have - God Damn you! - You fucked my wife Alex. It was practically rape." Steven was clenching his fists and waving his arms now. The veins in his neck were beginning to bulge. "Whoa Steve. I did not rape Debbie." Alex was alarmed that Steve was dropping the "R" bomb on him. He hadn't forced himself on anybody - he simply took advantage of an opportunity that presented itself to him. But the glow of last night's dalliance was fading fast and Alex realized that a shit storm was blowing his way - a quick piece of ass was not worth this much trouble. "I made an honest error in judgment." "Error in judgment!" Steven was incredulous at the statement. Did Alex think he was going to get a free pass on this? " Didn't he understand how serious this was? He tried a different tack, "Do you think Debbie will think it was a simple error in judgment when I tell her what you did? Will Cathy agree with you? For that matter, what if the situation was reversed and you'd just found out that I had taken advantage of Cathy - what about that?" "Look, I am truly sorry for what I've done. I was wrong to do what I did, but I can't undo it." What if either of the wives found out? Alex knew he goose would be cooked. He knew Steve wasn't going to let this go either and sooner or later something would have to be done to make it right. "Steve, I'm asking you not to say anything to Debbie or Cathy. Give me a chance to make this right...please. Just give me a chance." WATCH YOUR STEP The two couples walked slowly up the gangplank. The girls were ecstatic that they were about to leave on a romantic four day, three nights cruise down to Mexico. Steve had to hand it to Alex this was a pretty dramatic mea culpa driven patch things up apology. "I'm never going to complain about your golfing again baby." Cathy Agnew hugged her husband close. "A cruise for four just for hitting that little white ball into a hole." "It was a hole in one sweetie. A once in a lifetime experience." Alex smiled and kissed his wife. He wondered if Steven had caught the irony in his choice of words. "What can I say? Right place, right time - to pull that off; I am one lucky guy." "And you're going to be an even luckier guy tonight." Cathy couldn't wait to reward her husband. Was he really changing? Money spent, especially any kind of vacation usually benefited Alex's desires. This was the guy who included golfing and sport fishing on their Caribbean honeymoon - when she did neither! Sure he hadn't paid for this trip, yet here they were. No golf, no fishing, no sports on TV just four wonderful days and three hot nights. Yes, Alex definitely needed to be rewarded for this good behavior. "Yeah, once in a lifetime is right asshole." Steve muttered under his breath. That said he had to hand it to Alex; while they had played in a local charity golf tournament, there had been no hole in one and certainly no cruise awarded for it. This was Alex's effort to balance things out between him and Steve. Even Steve had to admit this was a pretty good set-up. The couples eventually found the accomadations (surprised to find their cabins on opposite sides of the ship) and set off to explore. When the women discovered the duty free shops the men split off in search of a bar. They found one that overlooked a swimming pool. "So how much did this set you back Alex?" Steve knew that Alex had been putting money aside to buy a fishing boat and suspected that the down payment money had paid for the cruise. A deeper, darker curiosity was how much did Alex think fucking Debbie was worth? Steve quickly pushed that thought out of his head and chose to think that Alex was making a good faith effort here. Their strained friendship - they had actively avoided one another - was slow to heal after the Halloween party incident. The pairing up at the charity golf tournament was unavoidable having paid for their spots months in advance. But it was there that Alex had floated the idea of a cruise for the four of them, using the tournament as cover. Steve had cautiously accepted the proposal after eighteen holes of Alex's active encouragement. When Steve finally agreed Alex had said there would be more but wouldn't elaborate until they were all on the cruise ship. Alex smiled and raised his glass. "The cost is unimportant Steven my friend, and I do mean friend, I really do. By the time this ship returns to this dock you will not be merely even with me...in all likelihood, you will be ahead." "How do you figure that?" Steve was wary - how are you suppose to trust a guy who knowingly took advantage of your wife? Yet... "You know what I did at the party, I know what I did - so let me say this with all sincerity "I'm truly sorry for the pain it's caused you." Debbie doesn't know, Cathy doesn't know and I think you'll agree with me that due to the passage of time - it should stay that way." Alex paused, waiting for a nod that didn't come. "I mean if you were to confess to Debbie now that you had let me borrow your costume and it was me that night..." "Yeah, I get it. What are you driving at?" Steve was getting angry again. Alex always had to spread the blame around when something went wrong for him. Steve had done nothing more than a favor that had turned into a terrible nightmare. As your basic good guy, willing to forgive and forget Steve was willing to give a little here. Damn - this was a big one to get past though. "Steven, I am trying to make this right and that means that you and I need to be on the same level. We need parity, balance - we need equality." Alex glanced quickly around until he was satisfied that they were private enough. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic baggie. "These little beauties cost me one hundred bucks... special blend of GHB, Ecstasy, and something called psuedopyschoscylici - oh Hell, I forget what it's called. I bought four of these little red devils." "There are only three there." "Right you are. I already tried one out and it worked like a dream. Two weeks ago I dropped one of these in a glass of wine. Cathy drank it, fifteen minutes later she was acting like she'd drank the whole bottle. Thirty minutes later she was pretty much passed out and stayed that way for three hours. The way this stuff works is amazing, because the next morning she did not remember anything that happened after dinner! Not only did I fucked her until I couldn't get it up anymore, but I finally took her virgin ass; I've been trying for years to get into that. And you want to know the best part? - while we were fucking she might have been mentally out of it but her body wasn't. Instead of just lying there like a lump she was squirming and pushing her hips up; totally into it - it was incredible. Next morning, no hangover, couldn't remember anything. Best part was her asking me what I said that finally convinced her to try anal. I told her that was my secret, and then she said, "Well don't forget it." Is that awesome or what?" "Okay, so now you're drugging your wife so she'll have sex with you?" Though the words were meant to bite, Steve had lightened his tone when he spoke them. He had no idea where Alex was going with this. Alex smiled back - this was going to work, he just knew it - and waved the waitress for another round. "Yeah, I suppose so. I'll tell you one thing, I'm going to make sure I always have a couple of these around. But back to the reason I have these, here, now...the reason I have these is you. Say the word Steven and I'll pop one of these into Cathy's drink sometime after dinner. When she gets all loopy I'll take her back to the cabin, and undress her. Then I'll return to where you are give you the key to our cabin. You my friend get two undisturbed but memorable hours with Cathy and when you're done, we will have balanced the books and she won't remember a thing." Steve looked slack jawed at Alex. "You'd drug your wife so that I could...you want me to...fuck her. Are you crazy?" "Steve, I already did it once and it worked perfectly. You and I will be the only ones who know. Look, Debbie had been drinking at the Halloween party when I took advantage of her. Cathy will have been drinking and you can take advantage of her. It's perfect - we'll know, they won't!" Alex saw the hesitation in Steve's face. "You have three nights - pick one. Personally, I think we should plan on doing this tomorrow - Saturday night. Think about it okay, it's all set and ready to go all you have to do is say the word and enjoy giving Cathy a good screwing. Let me say one more thing and I am being completely straight here Steve. I can't think of anything else I can do to make this right between us, and I can't imagine a better time that this cruise. Just say the word buddy." "You'd set it up for me to have sex with your wife?" Steve shook his head is disbelief. If the situation were reversed - like that would ever have happened - could he propose something like this - it was audacious. "Your serious aren't you?" "Serious as a heart attack man - look we'd better get back to the girls. If you're game just say the word, Steve." Ship of Fools ********** The first day was perfect and dinner that night memorable. The couples went back to their cabins and both men discovered that duty free shopping included sexy lingerie. Alex got very lucky. Steven got laid too- but he had a lot on his mind. "You seemed a little distracted honey." Debbie lay on her back beside her husband, both enjoying their post orgasmic glow. "I mean, one minute you're making love the next you're fucking me hard, really hard - not that I'm complaining about the hard part. I mean I kind of like it when you get all macho with me. Makes me feel like you're...I guess I mean I really like it." Debbie rambled on as Steve considered the options before him. The bottom line when all was said and done was clear enough. Alex was offering Cathy to him on a silver platter. Alex didn't seem to mind; hell he was practically insisting that Steve screw his wife. Steve had to admit to himself that a free pass to fuck Cathy was tempting in the extreme. "Earth to Stevie. Oh look at you." Debbie wrapped her hand around his erect cock. "I can't believe you're hard again so fast...looks like I'm the lucky one tonight." Steve watched his wife straddle him, impale herself, and slowly post up and down on his cock. He had to smile; Debbie didn't need to know that the erection she was enjoying was courtesy of his fantasizing about fucking Cathy. He watched his wife fuck with a smile of deep enjoyment. He realized that she had done nothing wrong - what had occurred at the Halloween party was all Alex's fault. Cathy had done nothing wrong - once again, it was Alex's fault. Steven's choice was easy. Debbie shifted forward, grinding her pubic bone against his, then leaning back and coming forward at a slightly different angle. He realized she was trying to accomplish something. "Hey careful honey, you don't want to break anything. We have plenty of time to enjoy." Debbie looked at him and frowned. "I'm trying to find the position or angle you used when you fucked me at that Halloween party. That was some of the best fucking you've ever given me...you were so deep, I came so hard." Steve was speechless - she was still thinking about that damn Halloween party? Well fuck that! Tomorrow night should work just fine he thought. He reared up, causing Debbie to squeal in surprise. He moved behind her positioning her on the edge of the bed. Steven gripped his wife's hips and thrust into her as hard and as fast as he could. Debbie complained at first, but Steve didn't miss a thrust. He was so preoccupied with his own orgasm he had no idea if his wife came. Once he was finished he pulled out, lay down and was asleep in seconds. "I should be angry with you Steven Tenet. I am so damn sore this morning," Debbie glared at her husband then let her face soften into adoring love as she lightly fondle Steve's morning erection. "I'm way too sore to fuck...howse 'bout a good morning blow job?" Steven stared up at the ceiling as Debbie sucked and slobbered all over his cock. His anger from the night before had dissipated and once again he was unsure. He let Debbie finish - no need to stop a perfectly good blowjob - and then they showered and headed off to breakfast. ********** Something was going on. Debbie watched Steve and Alex talking quietly off to the side of the room. It had started at breakfast and here it was again at lunch, something was up with those two. She speculated that they were probably going to sneak off to one of the pools and look for young girls wearing thong bikinis or even sunbathing topless. She leaned toward Cathy to comment about that and was reminded at once of the soreness of her bottom - thanks to Steven and his short, thick cock. That's when it hit her - short and thick, not long and deep - and Debbie sat back up. It wasn't Steven at the party she knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Someone else was wearing one of those Scream costumes and that someone else had fucked her! Good Lord. Suddenly things began to fall into place. Debbie had been fucked by a longer thinner cock; that's why it touched places so deep inside her. She understood now why she hadn't tasted herself on Steven's cock when she gave him the blowjob on the way home. He hadn't cleaned himself in a bathroom or anything, because he hadn't fucked her. Then when they got home - damn - Steven hadn't reacted until she was begging him to "fuck me like you did earlier." DAMN! Steve knew he hadn't fucked her and that someone else had! That's what he was sick about! But if Steve knew it wasn't him why didn't he say anything to her? One possible answer stunned Debbie - he did know who had fucked her. Maybe there wasn't a second Scream costume, Steven might have lent it to someone he knew - but why hadn't he said anything? Debbie perked up, this question and others began to form in her mind. She loved a challenge and what was more she loved Steven. He knew that she'd had sex - mistakenly - with another man and hadn't beat her over her head with the knowledge. She smiled at his understanding and compassion - "oh Stevie." Having accepted that another man fucked her (and very well thank you) that night; Debbie was fairly positive that Steve hadn't set her up (frankly she doubted he'd have the imagination or the kink to do such a thing [but what if he did? That was filed away for future exploration]). She was fairly certain that he knew who did, even if that knowledge was realized after the fact. Debbie did feel for her husband, it must have been a terrible shock to know someone else had fucked his wife...that certainly explained his throwing up that night. She traced the events that followed the party and was surprised when she noticed that she and Steve hadn't done much socializing with Alex and Cathy until this trip. Debbie and Cathy talked and met often enough but either Steve or Alex always had a reason that kept the couples apart. Then Steven and Alex played together in a golf tournament and now they were all together on this cruise. Something didn't quite fit. By dinnertime Debbie had discovered a juicy, yet puzzling piece of information. There had been no charity golf cruise prize - at least not as far as the cruise line was concerned; they hadn't offered any such thing. It didn't make sense that the guys would have paid for this out of their own pockets - no way; not without talking to either her or Cathy. Did this cruise somehow figure into the events of the party? She had a suspicion but nothing more. At dinner the table conversation was subdued. One thing however was obvious to the point of irritation. Both men seemed overly focused on Cathy. It wasn't blatant, but there it was before her. Or was she just jealous the Cathy was bra less and she wasn't. Debbie had a bunch of puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together. Something was going on but she just couldn't see it yet - or was she just being overly suspicious? At 9:47 PM, unbeknownst to Debbie, a significant piece of the puzzle was played. Alex had gone to the bar and returned with fresh drinks. Debbie missed the wink the husbands shared. Cathy's slight slurring didn't go unnoticed but it was also expected as everyone knew that Cathy couldn't hold her liquor. When she was suddenly unable to stack her chips, Alex stated she'd drunk too much too quickly and was "done for the night." There was nothing unusual when Alex decided to escort her back to their cabin saying "I shall return." Everything seemed so normal; Debbie began to wonder if she had got it all wrong. Maybe the only thing to do was reward her husband for his patience and understanding. Ten minutes later Steven pushed his pile of chips toward his wife, "I'm gonna go find a bathroom, stretch my legs, then check out the midnight buffet. Don't loose it all on one hand babe." He was rewarded with a long, pink tongue being stuck out at him. He slipped off the stool, headed out of the casino and turned left. The plan was to meet Alex in a small lounge area near their room so there was no need to mess with keys. Alex would give Steven until midnight to enjoy Cathy's charms. Debbie smiled and waved him off and laid out her bet as the cards were dealt. She had just looked at her cards (Black Jack! - an ace and a queen) she turned to express her joy when it struck her - she was alone. She looked over her shoulder towards the exit in time to see Steven turn left - fresh air and food was to the right. She swept up her chips and left the casino. She followed slowly, waiting for Steven to turn a corner before following. Where was he headed, what was going on here? ALEX SAYS "SHIT" FOUR TIMES Alex woke in the dark cabin and fumbled toward the bathroom. He turn the overhead light on and stood in front of the toilet before releasing a satisfying stream of piss. He gave his cock two shakes and looked down. "SHIT!" His pubic hair was a congealed mess of cum and other bodily fluids. He quickly ran the water in the tiny sink and began to clean himself. He couldn't help but smile - even with the events of last night he was still one up on ole Steve. Getting Cathy back to the cabin had been a bigger chore then he'd expectedwet. Fortunately undressing her had been fairly easy - good thing he'd talked her into going commando that night. He'd been tempted to enjoy a quickie before leaving the room but decided against it figuring Steve wouldn't have appreciated getting sloppy seconds. Sloppy seconds - Alex watched as his cock grew. He'd done it in college on more than one occasion; sloppy seconds, wet decks, a hot buttered bun. Cathy and he had rolled played it many times, but following yourself in your wife couldn't possibly compare to following another man. He stroked his erection; Alex found the idea arousing. Last night he'd been too tired - not any more. Alex turned off the light. He was going to enjoy his sloppy seconds - to bad if Steven felt otherwise. "SHIT!" What if after he left Debbie had fallen aback asleep? What if Steven tried to get some action when he got back to his cabin? Alex sighed - why had he fucked Debbie a second (and third, and than a fourth) time last night? Why - because he could and she was willing. Damn she was more than willing, she was insistent. Alex had scarcely finished watching Steve close the cabin door when Debbie appeared at this elbow. Alex hemmed and hawed and then in an inspired bit of chicanery he exclaimed. "I didn't have a choice. I couldn't think of any other way to protect our marriages." "Protect our marriages? Is Steve in there with Cathy? He is isn't he - what the fuck is going on here Alex?" And the question was no sooner asked then Debbie saw the puzzle pieces fall into place. "It was you at the Halloween party wasn't it?" Twenty minutes later, Debbie and Alex were naked and engaged in some serious oral sex. This was followed by an energetic doggy style fuck during which Debbie recognized Alex's cock by the places it touched inside her that Stevens didn't. The second go round was Debbie straddling Alex, his cock even deeper inside her. The fourth and final was Alex in Debbie's ass. She tried it once with Steven but his dick was just too thick to be comfortable, Alex's long, thin cock filled her bottom deliciously full. Alex had left Debbie's cabin and wandered back to the casino they'd all left earlier and enjoyed a drink - it seemed the perfect nightcap for a thoroughly delightful evening. At quarter past midnight he wandered back to his cabin. Stripping off his clothes he crawled into bed beside his naked wife and fell immediately to sleep. Alex dried his erection and walked back into the cabin. He realized how badly he wanted his wife now. He wanted her after he'd let another man fuck her. Alex's cock throbbed in anticipation. He rolled on top of his wife and eased the tip of his cock up and down the seam of her cunt. When the tip was good and wet he pushed slowly forward. Oh she was wet all right; he couldn't help but moan as he entered her. Cathy moaned too and tilted her pelvis up allowing Alex's thrust to fill her completely. Her legs wrapped around him and he began a slow steady motion. Alex was surprised how long he lasted; usually an early morning fuck found him quick on the trigger. He was actually sweating as he thrust harder and harder. He was just about to call it a "good effort" and go shower when Cathy made her pre-orgasm sounds - she never came in the morning from straight fucking! He kept a steady rhythm and was rewarded with a tightening of the legs around him and a gentle scratching of his back. They came within moments of each other. After some post coital kissing Alex started to pull his limp dick free - he was spent. His wife had other ideas. "Your not done yet mister. After last night, you owe me, I can't believe how you tortured me last night." Alex perked up - what the fuck had Steven done? Had Steven gotten carried away? "You were so kinky such a very bad boy." Alex was really paying attention now. "How did you resist me? It was torture lying naked with you and you wouldn't do anything to me. I guess I drank too much because I couldn't do anything to you. It was exquisite agony when you got up and left me; I wanted to scream, "come back here and fuck me you bastard." Then you finally did come back - you were gone so long - then you fell asleep immediately. I was going crazy half the night before I finally slept." "What do you mean I didn't do anything sweetie. I gave you a good fucking..." "Yeah just now - but last night was so frustrating." Cathy squeezed her cunt around Alex's cock. "Your naked hot skin next to me and you touching my boobs and stuff but you never did enough. I was crazy for it and all you did was barely touch me - not even a good finger fuck. Then you left and I would have chased you naked down the corridor but I still couldn't move. When you came back into the room you fell asleep. Thank God you finally did me this morning, now I want more." Cathy slid down and began to suck her husband's cock. A couple of times she stopped and looked up at him with a puzzled expression - his cock refused to respond. She licked, she fondled, she sucked - no response. Alex hardly noticed Cathy's efforts to arouse him. He was mystified by what she had just said. Steven hadn't done anything to her; he hadn't even tried anything? And while that may have been puzzling, something else was positively worrisome. Five little words thundered in his head - "you were gone so long." Alex panted on the verge of hyperventilation at the implication. "SHIT!" "I guess you are done." Cathy released the limp organ from her hand. "You better chug some vitamins today big boy, because I'll be demanding satisfaction tonight. Why don't you shower first, I need to take the edge off and you don't get to watch...you had your chance. Now go." At the closing of the bathroom door Cathy's hand dove between her legs and she rubbed her cunt; alternately dipping her fingers inside her then rubbing her clit. Within a couple of minutes she knew it wasn't going to happen quickly enough without a little something extra. She licked her fingers (God she loved her own scent and taste) Cathy waited for the sound of the shower before she rolled out of bed and rummaged through her bag. She was looking for her Rabbit "Don't leave home without it!" Vibrator. Joy toy in hand she turned and inadvertently stepped onto Alex's discarded clothes. She bent forward and picked them up. She brought his briefs to her face and sniffed (she liked his scent too!) Something was different. Something else was there. She sniffed at the briefs again, then her fingers. She did it a couple of times, her curiosity slowly giving way to ire. The bathroom door opened and she looked up with a ferocious glare and threw the briefs at her husband. "You fucking bastard." "SHIT!" FACTS ARE FACTS "May I come in?" Steven stepped aside as Cathy Agnew entered his apartment. He offered and she accepted a glass of wine. "I don't know if Alex has already told you..." "I haven't seen or talked to Alex since the ship." Steven looked at the beautiful woman before and wondered again why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night. He knew the quick answer, the nice guy answer - she had done nothing wrong. Of the four she was the most innocent. Yet he couldn't deny that if he had done something what transpired later may have been less painful for all concerned. "Oh. Okay, well then I'll just say it; Alex signed the divorce papers today; he chose not to fight it. So that's it. I'm done with him." Cathy sighed and chugged down her wine. Steve refilled her glass. Her expression said "your turn." "Nothing really to say about Debbie and me. We haven't really talked since everything fell apart." Steven gave Cathy his best effort at a "your turn" expression. "That's it?" Cathy looked at him and shook her head. "I always thought you were one of the good guys Steve, guess I was wrong." "How many times do I have to apologize for touching you?" Even as he spoke he knew it would still sound lame, even wimpy. Why had he ever let Alex talk him into it? Steven knew his reason, he thought he could teach Alex a lesson. Steven looked down at the floor and shook his head. "I never intended..." "I'm not talking about that!" Cathy glared at him. "It's not like you did anything anyway. I'm talking about what you did to Debbie." "What I did? What I did! I didn't...she and Alex...they...you expect me to apologize for that? What they did, they did on their own." Steve felt his anger rise up again. He hated that it still burned within him, hated that what Debbie had done still affected him. His voice turned cold. "I didn't do half what she did, besides - I was drunk (he mimicked Debbie's voice.) Isn't that the universal excuse?" "C'mon Steve, Debbie is as much a victim here as you are, as we all are - except my ex husband, the Incredible Asshole. Don't you see, every time something wrong was done - Alex was involved? Debbie didn't know it was him at the party; you know that. You know he drugged me too; and I know you feel bad about that but Alex talked you into it - don't you see? And then he had a drunk and confused Debbie thinking that you and I had been having a long-term affair. He told Debbie that I would leave him if he didn't allow it to continue. She wasn't thinking straight. He manipulated her, just like he manipulated you and me." Cathy moved next to him and took hold of his hands. "But what you did to Debbie ..." "What I did?" Steven's misery came to the fore. "You don't know what its like to listen from the other side of the door as your wife moans about how great it feels to be fucked in her ass! She always refused me but she didn't refuse Alex. So I went and got drunk, there was a girl in the bar; we went back to her cabin. I spent the night - I saw no reason to contact Debbie." "She was crazy with worry. She didn't what was going on? Nobody knew where you were until the captain made that announcement asking you to contact the crew if you were on board." Cathy moved closer still and turned Steven's head to look directly in his eyes. "I thought you loved her but when you finally showed up you just ignored her. Do you have any idea how devastating that is? Do you? I had no idea you were so cold hearted." "You seem to be forgetting that she had sex with Alex on two separate occasions." Steven was uncomfortable. As much with Cathy's proximity as with his weakening resolve. Alex may have been the grand manipulator here but he had gotten a thorough assist from Steven. "Oh come on Steve. She wanted to have sex with you at the party, she didn't know it was Alex. She did nothing wrong, unless wanting to give her husband a special treat is wrong, is it wrong to love some one so much?" "No, but..." Steven's anger was ebbing. Ship of Fools "When she realized how Alex had used her she was so ashamed. She loves you so much, how do you think she felt when she realized how she had been going on and on about the great sex at the Halloween party - but that it wasn't you. How do you think she feels knowing that she's the cause for your pain even though she was the one sexually assaulted - yes, assaulted. Alex assaulted her; he forced the situation, he stole from her, and from you too." "You can't blame everything on Alex." That was as close as Steve could come to blaming himself for his part. "Oh yes I can Steven." Cathy saw the uncertainty in Steven's eyes. "On the boat, Debbie started figuring things out. She followed you when you left the casino. Then Alex, that bastard, convinced her that you and I were having a torrid affair; that it had been going on for some time. Oh but poor, poor Alex found out and was forced to accept it or have both marriages break up. Can't you see what a mind trip he was putting on her?" "Yeah, but..." Steven hit empty. Had he thrown everything away over so little? Was he going to let it all go...because of Alex? "Did you know he had a video camera in our cabin? He said it was for him only; he had a fantasy of seeing another man have sex with me. Maybe he would have used it to blackmail you, maybe threaten to show it to Deb. When you turned up missing and Deb was frantic his sordid little game began to fall apart." Steven looked down at the floor. "I didn't know that." "Then you show up stinking of some girl. That's why you have to apologize first. Then Debbie can apologize to you." Cathy knew he was close to seeing things her way. "Can't you see that Steve? Can't you see how much it hurt Debbie...she's the biggest victim here?" "I guess that makes me the biggest idiot." Steven sagged back into the cushions of the couch and stared into space. He shook his head. "I have a confession, I didn't do anything with that other woman; just some kissing. Mostly we just talked, it was here idea that I tell Debbie we'd had sex; I wanted to hurt her." "What is with you? Do you get off playing games with women or what?" Cathy stood up and glared at him, then blushed and looked down at the floor. "Because I know I don't turn you on...I mean, God Steven there I was already naked. Primed and ready as it were. Do you have any idea how humiliating that kind of rejection is? I had a husband who cheated on me whenever the opportunity presented itself; Debbie wasn't the only one you know. And then there's you - the Man with the Golden Tongue - Debbie was always bragging about how good you did her. I guess I shouldn't be surprised you weren't interested in me - you've never even hit on me." Steven was confused and stunned. "You're wrong Cathy. You have no idea how hard it was not taking advantage of you. I've always had a thing for you, and Alex knew it. He always kidded me about it. Under different circumstances I would have gladly made love to you. That night in your cabin, I wanted to do it. I have too much respect for you to do anything against your will. I know that sounds kind of corny, but..." "Actually I think it sounds very sweet. Thank you for saying that Steven, that means a lot to me." Cathy put her glass down and stood up. "Okay. Well I've said what I came here to say. So since men don't seem to find me attractive enough to want to do anything about it I will go home to my lonely house and proudly take care of my own unmet needs." Steve smirked as Cathy thrust out her chest and walked toward the door. "Lonely house? - I think it sounds like a lucky house, if you ash me. Ask me. Whoa, I'm feeling pretty buzzed." "Oh really, is that what you think?" Cathy stopped and faced Steve unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. "Is this a lucky house Steven?" Steven watched as Cathy slowly stripped. He tried to tell her to stop, then wondered why on earth he wanted that. Good Lord what a body! Cathy swayed slowly in her panties and bra or was he the one swaying? There went the bra - oh fuck - he remembered those nipples. Steven was having trouble standing, so he stopped trying. Cathy was pulling his pants down and Steven couldn't stop her - why should he. "Oh fuck." ********** "You drugged me last night." Steven tried to sound angry but he was too mellow after a long night of sex. All resistance evaporated when Cathy had sat down on his cock. She used him and he had to admit he wasn't sorry. "Guilty! I got a hold of the stuff Alex used on me. I put one in you beer yesterday, plus I added a Viagra." Cathy smiled, oh she felt bad about drugging Steven and using him, but she was feeling pretty good herself. "That said, the effect of the drugs only lasts a couple of hours. That means from about ten o'clock on it was all you buddy-boy. And I mean all of you." "Why?" Steven was surprised by his calmness. He wasn't ready to admit to feeling good about last night, but he wasn't feeling guilty either, nor any anger. "It was time to wrap up this part of my life. Basically I really wanted you...bad. Being ignored that night on the ship messed with my head. I know that sounds crazy but I needed this. Plus I'm planning on moving away from here and I doubt that I'll be back. Finally, I had to do something to get you out of your funk. Now that you've cheated on Debbie maybe you can talk with her, meet her on even ground." Cathy put her hand over Steven's mouth when he started to object. "I know, I know, it's not the same. I took advantage of you, I admit that. Kind of the same way that Alex took advantage of Deb." Steven relaxed and let his objection become a kiss to Cathy's fingers. "I'm not drugged now and I don't need a Viagra." Cathy looked down his body and smiled, "No you don't." ********** Steven watched Cathy drive off. It had been a crazy forty-eight hours. He walked slowly back to his apartment got a beer and sat down to watch some Sport Center highlights. Between his second and third beer he reached for the phone and dialed. "Hi its me. Well actually that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I wanted to say I'm sorry Deb - for everything. Oh really, you think it's that simple. Okay. Look I'm willing to try if you are. Just so you know, I've changed...I'm not the guy who left with his tail between his legs. I know, I know...but that's how I felt. Look wouldn't you prefer to talk face to face. Okay good bye. Oh and Deb...I love you. Oh don't cry sweetheart. It'll be all right." TWO MONTHS LATER Steven stowed his golf clubs in the garage and walked into the kitchen. Beer in hand he was thinking of some TV when he noticed the message machine blinking. He pushed the button: Cathy: Hi guys it's me. I guess you're both busy so I'll make this quick. I got the job in California and they want me to start ASAP. So the short version is... Debbie: Cathy it's me, don't hang up I just got back from the store. How are you? Steve and I were just talking about you this morning. He's out golfing right now. Cathy: Well as I was saying I got the California job. I'm flying out Monday morning. Once I get established I'll come back and settle everything here. Debbie: Ohmigod, that's great about the job, we're going to miss you though. Cathy: Well I guess that's what happens. God, I can't believe I going to be living on the other side of the country. Everyone I know will be so far away. Oh and I'm sure you'll like this; I've decided it's time for me to start dating." Debbie: That's great! I hope you get laid well and often. Cathy: Me too! I'm not looking for anything serious; I think I need to have some fun for a while. Not that I'm opposed to meeting anyone special...its just guys like Steve aren't easy to find. Debbie: Don't I know it? (giggle) Cathy: Speaking of Steve. Did you ever tell him about...? Debbie: Please don't go there. Steve and I are together and I mean to keep it that way. Cathy: Okay...I just think he has a right to know that... Steven looked down at the message recorder as it flashed "memory full." The words thundered in his head, "KNOW ABOUT WHAT?"