2 comments/ 71870 views/ 12 favorites A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 01 By: GlennH Barb and I had been married over 30 years. There were no children at home anymore so it was just the two of us and our pets. We had been drifting along getting further and further apart. She had her volunteer things and I had my sporting events which I enjoyed with my friends as she wasn't interested at all. Our dwindling sex life was just a symptom of our marriage. It wasn't just that she was sexually conservative; she blamed her absolute lack of desire or interest on her hormonal imbalances. Tests had shown among other things a very low level of testosterone. Either way, she was simply unwilling unless I absolutely demanded sex, how romantic. I just figured it was her lack of interest in me. I also wondered if there was someone else in one of her volunteer organizations. It was getting late in the year which meant the weather in the Pacific Northwest was getting cold, wet, and windy. I suggested we take a vacation together to somewhere warm and sunny. This would give us some time away from it all to focus on each other and our relationship. As we discussed it, she brought up how she had always wanted to go on a cruise. As we looked on the internet together, she actually showed some interest bordering on excitement. I figured we should do it right if we were going to do it as this may be the only cruise we ever go on. So, we looked at cruises in sunny places on first class ships for cruises without children or irresponsible drunk young people. We found a 10 day cruise in the Bahamas in early December. In that it was during the school year, it was less likely for children to be on board. A 10 day cruise would be out of the price range for most young people, at least the kind who would make trouble. Booking the cruise became quite a spending adventure. Our usual spending habits were fairly conservative. Starting with the cruise and the room we chose, this grew and blossomed into quite an event. As this might be the only cruise we ever went on, we wanted an outside room with a balcony looking out over the ocean. Then, of course, we needed airline tickets to Orlando. We decided to fly out two days early to ensure we and all of our luggage actually got there prior to the ship sailing. In December, you never know about airports, bad weather, cancellations, lost luggage, etc. So, now we needed a room in Orlando before the cruise. We found a place near the port, which would pick us up from the airport on arrival and deliver us to the ship terminal on departure day. Next, I found out we just had to have new luggage; silly me. Then of course, we needed new clothes mostly for her. There were three nights of formal dinning and she just didn't have anything appropriate to wear. How could I possibly expect her to wear the same thing over and over again? We also booked several excursions on some of the islands we would be visiting. I was able to arrange for a house sitter who would come in often enough to be able to also take care of our pets. All of this was adding up to quite a sum. Throughout it all, Barb kept promising me it would all be worth it. To me, this meant sex, great sex, and lots of it. Oh, I had my fantasies going in full gear. Caribbean beaches with blues skies and clear waters would only be more alluring when I got Barb topless on those beaches. What I really wanted was Barb fully nude in the sun on the beach, but hell, even I knew better than that. Oh and the wild sex we would have back on board in our cozy room with a balcony overlooking the ocean. With a little internet research, I found out the islands we were visiting had "strict no nudity laws". Somehow, this did not add up with all I had heard about the Bahamas. Barb told me she wouldn't go topless even if it was legal. Even if it was clear around the world with people we would never see again, she doesn't do "that kind of thing". Still, I was hopeful. As the time got closer and closer to leave, I had hoped we would start being more sexually active and open to each other to get some momentum started for our big vacation. The truth was, we were both extremely busy trying to get our work loads arranged so we could be gone for the little over two weeks. Just push and push a little more so we can finally let down and relax. We were both working overtime and had even less time than usual for each other. By the time we were both home together, we were so tired and stressed, even I wasn't in the mood. When I was in the mood, she wasn't. I love my wife and no means no. It also usually means I get a lot less sex than I would like. With me being ready for sex a lot more often than Barb, it promotes her to the "Queen of Sex". She is the dictator who decides if we have sex, when, where and just what is actually going to happen and not happen. Have you ever noticed hotel / motel sex is so much better than at home? I couldn't wait to get away. It had to get better than this. The time finally came and we were all packed. We got to the airport ahead of time with all of our documents, money, tickets, and luggage. You would have thought we were on our way to another planet. Finally, we were sitting on the airplane for the first leg of our trip. I looked over at Barb with the biggest smile I could muster. I am sure she could read in my expression all of the hopes, fantasies, and expectations I had spinning in my head. What I saw was that look on her face. You know that look; the one which says. "Oh my God, now I am alone with him and I'm going to be attacked relentlessly. I promised and now he expects me to deliver. What am I going to do?" The flight was long on the crowded airplane full of coughing people and poor service. We made our connecting flight and arrived in Orlando only an hour late. All of our luggage also arrived. We got to the hotel and checked into our room. We were exhausted, dirty, and muggy. With enough luggage crowding the small room to clothe an army, Barb needed something out of almost every bag. After our showers, she explained in detail how this was not the time to get romantic. She was tired, on the verge of one of her headaches, and just wanted to sleep. Barb was up first in the morning and quickly popped into the shower. The Orlando humidity had already taken its toll since last night. She demanded I take one too. By the time I got out of the shower, she had already dressed and gone to breakfast. When I met her in the dinning room, she explained her not waiting for me because she was trying to avert the headache she was about to get by getting some food and coffee. Following breakfast found her lying on our bed in a t-shirt and shorts with a cold wet towel over her face. After closing the drapes and turning on some soft music, I left her there. This was not the way I had planned to spend this day in Orlando. I knew Barb likes massages and sometimes it helps her headaches as much or more than her pills. I decided to get some massage oil and the few things we had already discovered we had forgotten. Can you believe? With all that crap, we had actually forgotten something. It was a two mile hike from the hotel near the port to the nearest shopping center. I eventually found the massage oil and other items. I also bought a nice bottle of wine, some sandwiches, and some fresh southern barbeque meals. We would at least eat well. When I returned, I found Barb in her one piece swimsuit lying on a shaded lounger next to the pool in the hotel courtyard. I offered her a massage. She opted for something to eat. By evening, Barb was complaining of stomach cramps. The barbeque had not set well. This was not going to be my time either. The next morning started just like the one before. I found Barb in the dinning room eating her breakfast. As soon as we were back in the room, we had to hurry to get our luggage to the hotel lobby in preparation for the jaunt to the ship terminal. As soon as the hotel was notified which pier and terminal our ship was located at, we and several other couples loaded all our gear into a large van with a trailer and took off. We arrived at the terminal by 10:30 well in advance of the 11:00 beginning of the boarding process. We did not actually step onto the ship until 1:45. But hey, we were there on time on target on task. Finally, this was it; the big vacation. We were on board all right, but, we couldn't actually go to our room until 4:30. So, we stored our carry on luggage in a checked area and began to explore the ship. I had my digital camera and lots of memory cards. I planned to get lots of pictures of everything. We wanted to remember this vacation as we may never go on another cruise. It was easy to see we were among the youngest on board. With me at 58 and Barb at 54, I had not expected this. Many of the other voyagers were talking about this being their 10th or 20th cruise, and they were so surprised this was our first. We were definitely among an older more affluent crowd. I was undaunted as we were paying our way and had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Looking back on it, I think Barb was impressed maybe even starry eyed. We were sitting at a table by the inside pool on the main deck. Barb had ordered a bottle of wine to celebrate. I left Barb there for a bit to find a bathroom which took longer than one would expect. By the time I got back to the table, Barb was sitting there with another couple. Barry was an engineer with an international company currently stationed in South Africa. His wife of 10 years, Jean who was much younger than him, about our age, had met him in Brazil when he was there on one of his assignments. What made all of this so strange is Barb is not at all outgoing. She prefers to be quite private and almost invisible in public. It turns out with everyone held out of their rooms; tables inside out of the hot muggy weather were a premium. They had simply asked Barb if it would be ok to share our table. To show their gratitude, they ordered another bottle of wine for the table. It was strange to watch Barb during the conversation. Barry was so full of himself talking about how he went here and there and did this and that. The whole time Barb was transfixed on him. I was trying to figure this out but I am a light drinker. Even the little bit of wine I had consumed had me somewhat buzzed. I also can not hide anything as absolutely everything shows on my face and that's when I'm sober. I looked over at Jean and was shocked to see her watching me watching Barb focused on Barry. She could tell I was confused and, to tell the truth, a little jealous. The smirk on her face really pissed me off. Her look changed to one of concern. Soon, the announcement came allowing everyone access to their cabins. Barry and Jean thanked us again for sharing our table. As they left, Barb was all over herself being gracious. She was almost bubbly. I retrieved our checked luggage and we headed for our cabin. We were finally alone in our cabin at last. Alone was right. All of our tickets for our excursions were in an envelope on the table but only two of our bags had made it to our room so far, both of them Barb's. She wanted to clean up a bit and change for dinner. I was all for her taking her clothes off, even quite willing to help her. There was so much to see and do and she was excited to see it and do it. Barb just couldn't be "bothered". There would be time for "that" later. I washed my hands and face and combed my hair. I wore what I had on as if I had a choice. While I was getting ready, Barb started putting her stuff away. You know, there isn't much room in those small cabins. I don't know where she thought I was going to put my stuff when it showed up. Dinner was great but the portions were small. There was food somewhere on board all of the time. I did not go hungry. After some more exploring and picture taking, we ended up back in our cabin. Barb was not happy about my questions concerning Barry. Tonight wasn't going to be my night either. That first night trying to sleep on a rolling boat was miserable for me. Barb slept like a log; snoring off and on. I was frustrated and upset. I was still confused and wondering what was the deal with Barb being so focused on Barry. I was hoping this trip would have her focusing her attention on me. Day One: At Sea I made it a point to be the first one up and into the shower that morning. As Barb finished her shower, I went into the bathroom and pulled her out onto the bed. She was unhappy as she was still wet. She was unhappy the curtains were open. We were going to miss breakfast. She was just getting her wind up when I told her to shut up. There wasn't anyone out there for a hundred miles. I had been put off enough. This WAS going to happen and right now. If she kept yapping, I was going to get my camera out. She just laid there while I took her. No, it wasn't romantic. It hadn't been in a long time. But, I was hard and it felt good to come inside of her instead of in my hand for a change. I had waited too long for this and I wanted it to last longer. It didn't as all too soon, I came. It wasn't as good as it was when she used to give herself to me and participated in it. But, I was taking what I could get. Breakfast was very quiet. The food was good. After we ate, she changed into her one piece swim suit and went to the main pool to sit in a lounger in the sun and read one of the books she brought with her. I had gone with her to get some sun also. I knew I didn't dare interrupt her train of thought while she was lost in her book. It wasn't long before I got bored with that. So, I pulled my shorts and t-shirt on over my suit and began to wander the ship again. One of the things I needed to take care of was the double booking of our first excursion. It was a tour of the island with several stops at local points of interest and our first introduction to island rum punch served on the beach. They had booked me for two people and her for two people also. I eventually found the ship's office and cancelled two of our reservations. Then, I was off to explore some more. As I roamed around the ship, I found out the top deck wasn't really the top deck. There was a Teak wood track which went all the way around the upper deck and looked down into the main deck swimming pool area when the roof was rolled back during good weather like that day. I was able to look down and see Barb reclining with her book on her lounger. There were benches on both sides of the deck so you could sit in the open air and sunshine while you looked out across the sea. Toward the back of that deck was a staircase which went up to a partial deck above. It had not been advertised in the online brochure about the ship. This turned out to be a clothing optional area where only adults could go. It was clothing optional but if you didn't get with the program fairly quickly, you were asked to leave by the staff. This was not an area for lookylews. With the brief glimpse I had, I saw a few women both topless and fully nude with the men there being fully nude. As one would expect, there were more men than women. I had been so surprised I had just stood there. But, it had been long enough to get asked to leave. I did not take any pictures and they were quite unhappy I even had my camera with me. I made my way back to poolside to check in with Barb. Guess who was there with Barb. Jean was in a revealing two piece floral print swimsuit lying out next to Barb with Barry sitting sideways on the other side of her facing them. As I approached, the animated conversation between Barb and Barry halted. Apparently, HE could interrupt her precious book. The comment I had overheard as I approached was about Barb not getting as much sun as Jean with the difference in swimsuits. I asked what was up. I was told they were just catching some sun and getting acquainted. I had bought Barb a sexy two piece swimsuit for our trip. I had had to pack it in my luggage as she wasn't going to even bring it. Why bother? She certainly "wasn't going to wear anything like that in public". Barb didn't ever just "get acquainted" with anyone. She didn't share her personal stuff until she had known someone for awhile. Here she was acting like they were long lost close friends. I noticed the empty margarita glass on the table next to Barb's lounger and wondered if it was her first. The other thing I kept noticing was Jean's suit. How in the hell did they find enough cloth to put whole flowers on that thing? My analytical mind was at work. When they put the blossoms in the right places and the stems went certain ways it sort of worked. My close observation of Jean's suit did not escape Jean. When I came back to reality and my eyes met hers, she gave a little wiggle with her whole body. All the right things moved in just the right way. Barb noticed that and turned following Jean's gaze to look at me. By then, I had turned away to pull another lounger over closer to the group. I may be a man but I am not completely stupid. There we were, three loungers huddled close together with the fourth sort of off to one side. Soon, it was time for lunch. The women both put their cover ups on to leave the pool area. The ship required cover ups over swimwear going to and from the pools. We just HAD to go to lunch together. Once again, I got to listen to Barry going on with the same self serving song just another several verses. I got to watch Barb once again staring at him with complete fascination. She was simply lost in rapture. I would have thought she would have learned something after our "discussion" the night before. I guess NOT. Barry was certainly aware he had her absolute undivided attention. He began to make large arm movements and broaden his chest as he boasted on and on. By the time lunch was over and we could escape to our room, I was looking forward to some time together and maybe a way to smooth things over from that morning. I was wondering just why I had to smooth things over after sex anyway. Barb changed into her exercise clothes to get to a yoga class she had signed up for. Off she went in a huff. I went to the small outdoor pool at the back of the ship on the same deck as the main pool. The first day at sea was crossing the open water to get to the islands. The ship was pushing to make the schedule. With the water a little rough to boot, the ship was lunging into the waves. By my calculation, this was bringing the bow up about 25 degrees from level. Lunch was not setting well. I knew it wasn't just the ship on the water causing it. When I got back to the room, Barb was there sitting out on the balcony reading a book. I went out and tried to start a conversation. She didn't want to be bothered. She had been enjoying the peacefulness of the sea, the breeze, and the sun before I had shown up. I went inside to leave her alone until it was time to get ready for dinner. I am sure they slowed the ship down to serve dinner. They didn't want passengers with food all over them. The food was great. I learned you can order more than one dinner if you aren't getting enough in one meal. It really was ok. I didn't have to choose between the steak and the fish. Or, I could have two of either one. There were some pretty large people there who were really putting it away. They were getting their AND my money's worth out of this cruise. The ship had an entertainment group on board who put on two shows of one kind or another every night of the cruise. I chose to go to the early show while Barb opted for staying in the room and reading her book. After the show, I went to a small room off the library to see a movie I had always wanted to watch, "The Bucket List". After the movie, I went back to the cabin to find Barb conveniently already in bed "asleep". Maybe she was and maybe she wasn't. I didn't feel like taking the risk to find out. Day Two: Our First Island Having moved out of the open sea, the ship's movement wasn't so exaggerated. We got up, got ready, and moved on to breakfast as smoothly as the old married couple we were. Each knew what needed to be done next. Even in the small cabin, each moved just so and put the next thing in the right place so efficiently. We got to breakfast on schedule. The food was great. With smoother sailing, the good food tasted better and felt like it was going to stay there. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 01 We had our tickets for the island tour along with our bags to carry the things we would need for the day out. Barb brought shorts to change into if the weather improved and her pants made her too warm. With her hormonal thing, she easily got too warm quickly. I carried sun screen and a couple of bottles of water. We made it through security and onto the pier. It was a short walk down to the gates where the taxis, vans, and busses were waiting to take their passengers out on their adventures. We had been at the assembly point for our tour about 10 minutes when up comes Barry and Jean. The excursions had been booked way ahead of the cruise with most of them booked full by sailing. It seems they had enquired the day we left port, probably after they had shared our table with us, and put their names on a waiting list. Wouldn't you know it, two vacancies came open and they got them. So now we could all see the island together; how wonderful. Once everyone was there and all the tickets had been collected, we started loading the van. In that we were the youngest in the group and more able to move, we were put in the very back seat of the van; the hardest one to get to. This was a smaller version of a Volkswagen like van with all seats. Every seat except the back seat had a fold down seat on the end to get one more person jammed in there. There were 12 passengers and the driver all jammed into the small van. I don't know how that thing managed to drag us all up and down the mountain and all around that island. But, they do it every time a ship comes into port. Barry and Jean were in the seat just in front of us with the least mobile passengers closer to the front by the sliding door. Off we went. The van would stop at every point of interest and we would go through the ritual of unloading one person at a time until we could fold up the seats to make a path for us to get out also. By the second stop, the sun had come out and the island was warming up. We had been back in the van and rolling along for a couple of minutes with me trying to take pictures of this and that as we passed. I noticed Barb moving around. I looked over to find her removing her pants. She sat there in just her panties and t-shirt while she rummaged around in her bag to find her shorts. Part of me couldn't believe she didn't get her shorts ready before she started. Most of me was stunned she would do such a thing in a small van full of people on a public road. With her focus stuck in her bag, she didn't notice me get a couple of pictures of her sitting there in just her panties. They were full pink panties, not quite see through with a white inner lining in the front part of the crotch. The white part was quite visible as was her abundant pubic hair above the liner. Barb made quite a sight which Barry and Jean didn't miss either. Before Barb got her shorts out of her bag, Barry dropped his arm from around Jean's shoulders down to where he could stroke the top of Barb's right thigh. His hand went up further than the shorts would eventually cover but stopped way short of her panties. Barb just looked up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, but not a word. If I had tried that, she would have slapped me silly. She put her shorts on and fastened them up turning her face outward away from us all as if she was watching the countryside. I didn't know what to say or to whom. I know this is the kind of thing I had wanted, but it wasn't quite the way I had envisioned it. If something like this happened, I wanted to be the one doing it. At the next stop, I managed to pull Barb aside and ask her if she was ok and just what the hell was going on anyway? She said she was having one of her hot flashes and just had to change. She figured with the tour guide talking, everyone's attention would be elsewhere. She didn't expect anyone to notice. It had taken longer than she thought. And well, Barry hadn't done anything really bad. We are all adults after all. She was ok with it; so why wasn't I? After we were all back in the van and back on the road, I put my arm around Barb's shoulder on the pretext of pointing out the thing the guide was talking about. After pointing it out, I brought my hand back but only as far as her right breast. I gave it a firm squeeze before I moved my hand down onto her thigh. Her quick hard elbow into my stomach told me all I needed to know. A couple of stops later, it was lunchtime. The van pulled into a café sort of place. We went in and chose a simple meal off a menu with only three choices. We sat at a table near a window with a view of the ocean. We were part way up on the mountain and had quite a good view. We could even see the ship in the bay. During the meal, Barry made a comment about how warm it was getting. I thought maybe he was referring to what happened earlier in the van trying to get a response out of Barb. As we finished eating, Jean said she was headed for the ladies room and invited Barb. Why do they always have to go together? What is that anyway? As they came back to the table, it was plain to see both ladies had removed their bras. I got it. Barry had been telling Jean to get Barb out of her bra. Don't get me wrong. I loved the idea. But, it should have been my idea she was following and not his. As we went out to get back in the van, Barb told me to "not get any ideas mister". The next couple of stops allowed everyone who was already out of the van to watch as Barb made her way bent forward walking between the cramped seats with her D-cup breasts swinging loosely in her thin t-shirt. By the time she stood up outside, her nipples were erect and everyone was staring at them, including me. I loved it, but not entirely. The last stop for the tour was at a beachside bar where we were served complimentary cold rum punch drinks in large plastic cups. The four of us took our drinks outside onto the beach. There was a long row of white plastic loungers along the shore down the beach. We walked down the beach sipping our drinks with Barry leading the way. When we were some distance away from the bar, Barry sat down on the foot of one of the loungers. Jean sat in the main part above him. Barb sat in the lounger next to them. Barry told Jean he wanted to see. She simply reached down, took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it up over her head and off; tossing it into her bag. Then he looked Barb in the eyes and said I said," I want to see." Just like she was in a trance, she like Jean took her top off too. Jean reached out to take it from her and tossed it into her bag as well. Barry reached out his wrinkled old hand and caressed Jean's right tit. She was probably somewhere between a B and C cup with her tits hanging down pancaked flat to her chest as she sat up. Her erect nipples stuck straight out about the size of the end of my little finger. I have large hands. Barry pulled his hand back and as he sat there, he quietly said," I want to see it all." Jean unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down and off. She wasn't wearing any panties so her shaved pussy was out there for all to see. She calmly dropped her shorts into her bag with her top. At this point, I am stunned but not as stunned as I was when he turned to Barb and said, "I said I want to see it all." Without even looking at me, she unbuttoned her shorts and took them off. It was only then I realized she must have taken her panties off in the restroom back at the cafe. And there was my conservative prudish wife sitting on a public beach totally nude. Her erect nipples were bouncing as her quick breathing had her full round tits moving up and down. She just sat there staring into his face. Jean managed to casually take Barb's shorts from her and drop them into her bag along with all of her other clothes. I managed to get a couple of pictures. I noticed Jean was photographing the event now too. Barry moved over to Barb's lounger reaching his hand out to caress her stiff right nipple. This made quite a pose for Jean and her camera. Barry pushed Barb back against the lounger as his hands began to wander all over her breasts and down into her thick curly pubic hair. She just sat there saying nothing. He pushed her thighs apart and brushed two fingers of his left hand up and down the lips of her cunt. Brushing the thick hair on her lips to both sides, Barry made her puffy lips quite visible. They were wet. He pushed two fingers up into her wet pussy with no trouble at all. His right hand began to pull and twist her left nipple almost as if he intended to pull if off her chest. When Barb is horny, her nipples are hardwired directly to her pussy. Barb slid down onto the lounger to spread herself more open for him. Her pussy juice was dribbling down into her ass crack. Barb's face was blank and she made little moans as her head moved from side to side. Jean and I were both snapping away with our cameras. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pushed them up into her butt replacing his fingers with his thumb in her cunt. He continued to thrust into her cunt and ass for a minute. Then he focused on rubbing his thumb around on her clit while his fingers continued to saw in and out of her well lubed asshole. Just before Barb reached her orgasm, he stopped withdrew his hands and stood up. He took Jean by the hand. She stood up totally nude with her bag in her hand as they casually strolled away down the beach toward the bar and the van. Barb sat there confused and in such need; her legs still wide open. I sat down next to her and reached out to help her finish. She slapped my hands away saying, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" That was only about the third time in all our years together I ever heard her use that word. I said I was trying to help her finish. She said she was done and we had to hurry up or we would miss the van back to the ship. Then she started looking around for her clothes. I told her they were gone with Jean. She looked down the beach and saw Jean putting on Barb's top and shorts. She thought surely she will leave the bag so she could get dressed also. But, they didn't. Jean picked up the bag and they walked all the way back to the van. Barb said, "Oh shit! What am I going to do now?" I told her I would take care of it. I had our bags. I reached into her bag and pulled out her pants from that morning and pulled off my t-shirt for her to wear on top. As we walked back to the van I tried to talk to her. She just told me to shut up and leave her alone. When we got back to the van, everyone was waiting for us to get on first. Everyone noticed the change in wardrobe. Nobody said anything. The ride back to the ship was very quiet in the back of the van. After we got out, Barry told us we should stop by their suite to pick up Barb's things and gave us their room number. The two couples walked back to the ship and boarded separately. Once back in our own cabin, Barb got washed up and changed into her own clothes. I tried to ask her what happened on the beach. She asked why I didn't stop it. I asked why she didn't stop it. She didn't have any trouble stopping me. She couldn't reply to that so she just layed on the bed and cried. I tried to rub her shoulders and console her but she wasn't having any of it. We went to dinner. It was very quiet. The food was great. After dinner, Barb wanted to go get her stuff and go back to the cabin. I told her I didn't think that was a good idea. She said nothing's going to happen. Look, you are six inches taller, 50 pounds heavier and 15 years younger than him. Nothing is going to happen. I told her nothing happens she doesn't want to happen; it never had. When we got to their suite, the cabin boy was just removing their dinner cart. They had chosen to dine in their suite that night. Barry invited us in and closed the door. Their suite was essentially two cabins built into one large suite. It was very nice. Barb told him she wanted her clothes. He said that was no problem except Jean happened to be wearing them at the time. She walked in from the other room and sure enough, there was Barb's whole outfit including the bra. It was almost comical hanging out somewhat crumpled over her much smaller tits under the t-shirt. Barry told Barb to get her clothes back she would have to take off what ever Jean had on so Jean would take off the same thing and give it to her to put on. Barb just stood there speechless and red faced staring him in the eyes. I was about to step over and deck the son of a bitch when Barb stomped her foot and pulled her silk top off over her head. What the hell was this? I decided to watch and see. Jean took off the t-shirt. After that, it was almost mechanical. Barb took off her bra followed by her pants and panties. True to Barry's word, Jean followed right along taking every piece off in turn. There stood both women naked again; this time not in public. Barry told Jean to open the curtains to their balcony. Barry walked over to the sliding glass door turned and told Barb to come over to him. I couldn't believe it. After all of her talk, she just did it. Barry told her to get on her knees in front of him in front of the open window and down she went. As I started to intervene, Jean stepped in front of me and kneeled down like Barb. I was about to push her out of the way when she started undoing my pants. Barry was telling Barb to do the same for him. I watched as Barb undid his slacks, pulled them down so he could step out of them, and set them aside on a chair. Without even being told, she took his boxers off and began to fondle his soft cock. It wasn't any bigger than mine maybe even smaller. It was hard to tell as he wasn't very erect. What the hell was going on here? He told her to kiss it. As she did, Jean was also kissing mine. Mine was already stiff and hard and as large as it ever was. Jean moved over to the take their camera off the table and snap a few shots of Barb kneeling there naked kissing and sucking his soft cock. It was responding very slowly to her efforts. I pushed Jean across the small table in the middle of their suite. She spread her legs as she propped herself up on her elbows so she could continue to take pictures. I later found out their digital camera also did video clips. I began finger fucking Jean in the pussy from behind with two and then three fingers which she easily took without complaint. She was content to continue to play photographer. I lubed my thumb in her pussy and moved it up to her assshole placing my fingers back into her pussy. She had no problem with that either. She just said, "Oh yeah baby. Do me like that." I heard Barry tell Barb she was doing a good job. He went on to tell her the next morning we were to meet them back there at their suite dressed to go swimming after we all went to breakfast together. He didn't want her to wear that one piece thing either. He wanted her in the two piece suit I had bought for her. Then he stepped away from her and told her to put on her clothes from this morning, bundle up the clothes she arrived in and for us to go back to our room. As she did, Jean pushed my hand away, walked over to him, and taking his hand walked out onto the balcony. There she kneeled down and continued with sucking his cock. I went into the bathroom and took a piss and the opportunity to wash Jean off my hands while Barb got dressed and gathered up her clothes. As we left, Jean was still at it out there with her floppy tits bouncing as her head went back and forth in the evening light. She didn't seem to mind we were still close enough to the island port there were still boats here and there on the water. Back at our cabin, I told Barb to take her clothes off. She asked why. I told her I wanted what she had just been giving to Barry. It had been along time since she gave me a blowjob. She told me to fuck off. She was going to bed with her book. There was that word again and so soon after the first one. I have to tell you I was having trouble getting to sleep. I was so pissed. Here she was doing the things I wanted to do and had looked forward to with her but she was doing them for him. To top it off, she refused to do the same things for me. What the fuck is this? Day Three: Another Day at Sea The next morning as I was getting out of the shower, Barb was rummaging around in my drawers. I asked her what she was looking for. She said her new swimsuit. I said, sarcastically, oh you mean the one you said I might as well not bother to bring because you would never were a thing like that in public? You mean the one you evidently told Barry about and now he has ordered you to wear it? She said, "Yes! God damn it. Now, where is it?" I told her to get out of my stuff and I would get it for her. She moved and I did. She did look great in it. I always knew she would. That was why I had bought it. I just was wishing she was wearing it for me. She put her cover up on. We were soon ready to leave with all our sun lounging things in my bag and off to their suite. Barry and Jean were waiting for us when we arrived. They invited us in instead of just leaving for breakfast. I didn't like the feel of that. As soon as the door closed behind us Jean gave Barb a big excited hug like we were about to embark on some great adventure. Backing away from the hug, Barb gave Jean a funny look. She said, "Glenn, Jean doesn't have any top on under her cover up." Barry said that's right and I assume by that comment you do have one on under yours. Barb told him yes I wore the damn suit you demanded and I am wearing the whole thing. Barry told her, "Let's get one thing straight here. Before we leave for breakfast, you are going to take off that cover up, take off your top, and put the cover up back on." Before I could move, Jean moved between him and me taking my hands up under her wrap and onto her stiff nipples. Barb saw that and just did what he had said. As soon as she had her wrap back on, she walked out the door and 10 feet down the corridor finally stopping to wait for us. At last, she had finally drawn some kind of a line but not much of one. Breakfast was interesting. Barry and Jean were talking away as if nothing was amiss. Barb and I were much quieter. She was watching them mostly Barry and I was watching her watch them trying to read her face. The food was great. I had no idea what the hell was going on. Depending on where the clouds were in the sky as the ship sailed on, the sun made brief appearances through the dinning room window. When the light hit the girls wraps from the side with them sitting at our table by the window, their tits and especially their dark nipples were clearly visible through the light wraps. I looked around and noted the girls had the undivided attention of at least three men who were praying for the sun to come out to stay. Their wives were not so pleased. After our audience made their retreats to other parts of the ship, Barry announced it was time for a swim. He led the way out of the dinning area to the main pool inside. He stopped for a minute near some loungers and looked around. I thought Barb's heart was going to stop. Jean wasn't concerned in the slightest. I am sure Barb stopped breathing; letting out a big sigh when he finally picked up his bag and moved out of the main area to the back deck where the smaller outside pool was. Again he stopped. I could see the agitation in Barb's face as this wasn't much better than the other pool. She was obviously concerned with how many people were around. I knew he was fucking with her mind as nudity was absolutely forbidden around these pools. Again, Jean didn't appear to give it second thought. I figured she would do anything anywhere he wanted her to. Barb seemed relieved again as he took off once more up the back staircase and then on up the next set of stairs too. I knew where he was headed and I knew she didn't. I hadn't told her. Honestly, I was torn between wanting to see her naked in front of all those people up there and wanting to tell her what was about to happen and get her out of there. The curious part of me won out. I wanted to see how far she was going to take this, or let him take this. Hell, I was horny and I wanted something to happen. He didn't have these women topless for no good reason. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 01 Once we cleared the door at the top of the stairs Barb saw all of the naked people and turned back toward the door. Barry put his hand on her shoulder pushing her toward a nearby lounger. Putting his bag down near the lounger, he told her to take her wrap off, NOW. She very dutifully did it. He guided her to lie down on the lounger with her head toward the outer wall and legs pointed in toward the main area. He removed his shirt and shorts sitting down on the side of her lounger. I remembered I needed to get naked too if I wanted to stay there with Barb so I quickly removed my clothes. I retrieved Barb's and my clothes putting them into my bag so as not to have a repeat of the beach event. Jean had stripped naked and laid down on the one next to them. Jean reached out and pulled me by my semi-hard cock to sitting next to her. Jean had been down this road before and was quite adept at keeping men's minds confused, the lines blurred, and their cocks hard. After all, men are men and she was good at it. I looked around. There were two other couples and three unescorted but probably married males up there with us. There was a staff person there handle the towels and keep an eye on things so nothing got out of control. With Barb on her back, Barry began to rub tanning lotion on her starting at her face and neck working his way down to her heavy round tits. He pulled and twisted her nipples before moving down across her abdomen. When he reached her suit bottom he simply grasped them on both sides. Barb even lifted up so he could pull them down and off her. I took them from him and put them in my bag by the wall. Then he was running his spread fingers through her thick curly dark brown hair. By the time he got to Barb's pussy, one of the couples had packed up and left. The other couple had moved to the far end of the area away from us. The three men had moved much closer and were quite frankly starring at the live sex scene unfolding in front of them. Jean had handed me another bottle of lotion encouraging me to do the same things to her Barry was doing to Barb. Barry had pushed Barb's thighs apart enough to be able to spread lotion all over her cunt and inner thighs. I followed right along with Jean. Barry turned to watch me fingering her hairless pussy. He had a smile on his face but I don't think I did. He told Barb to turn over with Jean turning as well right on queue. He quickly rubbed some lotion down across her back moving directly to her plump ass. Jean's ass was much thinner but an interesting contrast after so many years. Barry pushed Barb's legs apart once again moving to brush his hand up and down her pussy lips. As he brushed more lotion into her ass crack and on her pussy, he spread out the thick hair covering her vaginal opening. Her lips were puffy and spreading open all on their own. I was doing the same things to Jean who moved to help give me easy access to her brown hole and open pussy. Jean was on her stomach but propped up on her forearms so her tits hung down. As I thrust my fingers into her cunt and my thumb into her ass she only said, "Oh yeah baby. Do me like that." By now the staff member was coming over to put a stop to this. Barry just held up his electric blue suite key card. I had never noticed before. Everyone else's key cards were bright silver like ours. Just like that, the staff person turned away and went back to folding towels. I also noticed one of the men had a digital camera and was taking pictures of the whole goings on. Again, this wasn't allowed up there but Barry was getting special treatment. Having lubed up Barb's ass crack and pussy, Barry pushed two fingers into her pussy and began thrusting them deeply into her. Barb moved her left arm over her face to cover her embarrassment but didn't say a word. Just like the day before, he pushed his thumb up into her ass and still not a word out of Barb. He kept pushing into both her holes as she began to moan from under the arm covering her face. I pulled Jean up onto her hands and knees. After spreading her knees apart and standing beside her, I resumed finger fucking her pussy and ass. Not to be outdone, I moved up beside her head. I grabbed a handful of her hair at the crown of her head and turned her face into my groin. Thank God for long arms. As I continued to finger fuck both Jean's holes, I shoved my hard cock into her mouth so roughly it went clear to the back of her throat. She moaned along as she rocked back and forth on my fingers, her hanging tits flopping all around. I told her to twist her nipples and pull them hard. As she did it, I looked to see the man with the camera had moved much closer getting it all. The other two men were standing there masturbating their dicks. If I couldn't get a blowjob from Barb, then I sure as hell would take the one Jean she was more than willing to offer. I looked over to see Barry pulling Barb's arm away from her face and wrapping her hand around his semi-hard cock. Camera man moved over closer to them to get better pictures of the show making sure to get Barb's face in the pictures. With her legs spread wide and Barry's fingers flying in and out both her holes, Barb's moans turned to gasps and then she started shaking in an all over all consuming orgasm. She shook and moaned and wailed and stopped breathing and then did it all over again and again. Barb was having one orgasm after another. I shoved my cock deep into Jean's mouth with Barb's orgasms triggering my own. I shot spurt after spurt into her mouth and throat. I really don't know if Jean came or not and quite frankly, I didn't give a damn. Then, everything stopped. Barry and Jean moved to get dressed without a word. I sat there recovering on the lounger next to Barb's. Camera man moved in to get a couple more snaps of Barb lying on her side with her legs spread wide open. Her cunt and ass were all wet with the hair all matted down with the oil and her frothy cunt juices. Her chest, tits and face were all red with that just fucked flush. He then stepped over to Jean and handed her THEIR digital camera back. This was all a set up. As he was walking back toward his own clothes, he stopped in front of Barb reaching down to caress her tit and roll the nipple between his thumb and finger. She sprung up off that lounger so fast and slapped him so hard with her right hand, I'll bet it was a week before he could hear out of his left ear again. Now, that was the Barb I could relate to and had been waiting for. With one hand over his head and the other trying to cover his cock and balls, he jumped away from her. The old fart was whining to his friends as they all hurried to get dressed. The staff member came over and began to complain about the trouble WE were causing. I told him if he had kept those rich bastards off my wife, there wouldn't have been any trouble. He said just the same, we had better leave. We spent the rest of the day with Barb sitting out in the sun on the balcony of our cabin. She was wearing a big floppy hat with her sunglasses and only the bottoms of her swim suit. From time to time, I brought her something to drink or eat. She was content to just sit there reading her book. She didn't object when I took the opportunity to take a few pictures of her topples out there. She gave me that smile which just said, "Men, what can you do with them?" We dressed and went to dinner. Every evening at dinner we sat with people from all over whom we had never met before. We shared pleasant conversation with them without sharing anything too personal about ourselves. They did the same. The company was good. The food was great. That evening was more of the same. After dinner, Barb retired to our bed with her book while I went to see some magician -- juggler show. After the show I came back to our cabin to find Barb once again conveniently "asleep". Oh well, the next day was going to be a busy one. I did my best to get to sleep too. But my thoughts kept going back to the things which had happened. In two days, my conservative prudish wife who would hardly ever be nude outside of our bedroom had been nude in public twice. How the hell did that happen? Barb had allowed him to finger her ass and in public no less. She wouldn't let me play with her asshole. Neither would she let me play with her cunt in public. Why was Barb allowing all this to happen and what were they up to? It was obvious they had done this kind of thing before probably several times before. I wasn't too interested in actually fucking Jean as I was afraid of what diseases they might have acquired. It had been great to come in her mouth. It had been a very long time since I had felt that. But, I didn't have any feelings for her. Things were complicated and I couldn't quite figure it out. This wasn't the sex adventure I had fantasies of. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 02 Day Four: The Second Island We were up a little early so we could get ready and right out to breakfast. The food was great and I was hungry. Back at our cabin, we got our things together for our excursion. That was the day for swimming with the turtles, playing on the beach, and of course rum punch. On the islands, rum was cheap and such an easy quick way to make the tourists happy. We made our way through the security station and out to the bus to take us to our turtle adventure. It was such a relief not to find THEM there. I didn't even want to mention their names. We boarded the bus and went to the dock where the boat was waiting for us. It took us way up the coast line to a spot in the ocean very much like everywhere else we could see. By the time they had issued each of us life vests, masks, and snorkels, I could easily see the turtles swimming all around the boat. They just happened to have waterproof cameras for sale, of course. So, I bought one all loaded and ready to go. They lowered the ramp at the back of the boat so we could walk off hand in hand into our adventure. It was a beautiful day. There were a few different kinds of turtles in different sizes. They swam all around us as the guides fed them. I am sure they were conditioned to be there every day to get food. We had a great time. I used the whole roll of film and got several shots of Barb with the turtles. Remember cameras and rolls of film? Back on the boat, it was rum punches all round as we moved on to the beach party part of the day. We swam in the clear blue warm water. We rode the big banana behind a power boat. We ate a little food had more rum punches. Well actually Barb had several while I had a couple. I guess she was trying to block out all that other business and just enjoy the moment together. Later, in the afternoon, we got off the boat and took the bus back to the pier terminal. As we were moving through the terminal toward the exit to the ships, there was Barry and Jean. She was finishing loading the tobacco into his pipe from her baggie out of her day bag and handing it to him with his lighter. She did absolutely everything for him. He did almost nothing for himself. They went through the port security station and walked along with us toward the ramp back onto the ship. As we were walking, Barry suggested we all dine together that evening. It was the first of the three formal dinning events of the cruise. And of course, he added we could meet them at their suite when we were ready, so we could all go together. Now, I figured either camera guy hadn't told him what happened after they left the upper deck, or he wasn't planning on anything more happening, or he was about to learn a thing or two. But before I could conjure up a reply or say anything, Barb said, "Great! We'll meet you there around 6:30." I was still thinking and it was all done; bam just like that. We took it easy back in our cabin until it was time to get ready for dinner. Barb had purchased new dresses for these dinners. She hadn't let me see them. It was quite the humorous mess with packing, the airport, the hotel in Orlando, unpacking in the small cabin. It had been like the bride on the wedding day thing. So finally, there she was in this stunning light gold dress with a swooping low front between two small sleeves at either shoulder. It showed a lot of cleavage while remaining quite appropriate but conservatively daring. With her new sandals and pearl earrings and necklace, she was gorgeous. I asked about the top of her dress staying up. She said the strapless bra she was wearing gave her the extra support needed to keep it secure. I had spent the month of November in the gym so I would once again fit comfortably into my best suit as I hadn't been t interested in buying a new one. I had three shirts in different colors with matching ties which complimented the suit. That night, in honor of her gold dress, I wore the cream colored shirt with the cream and gold tie. We were ready. We looked great together and we were off. At their suite, they invited us in again instead of just being ready and leaving. They welcomed us with big hellos and smiles. Jean handed each of us a glass of champaign. Barry commented on how wonderful we looked together. I already had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Then, here it came. Barry said there was just one thing which would of course make Barb's outfit so much nicer. The top of that bra was slightly visible at the neckline of her dress. The whole outfit would look so much sharper if she just wasn't wearing that bra. Of course, the first thing Barb did was move over to a mirror and look. She said she had been afraid it would show and did it really look that bad. Jean spoke right up. Oh yes, I'm afraid he's right as she reached over to unzip the top of Barb's dress at the back. Jean unsnapped Barb's bra and pushed the shoulders down her arms a little so she could reach around and pull the bra free of her tits. Barb just stood there. So, Jean dropped the bra on the table and began caressing Barb's tits and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Barb just leaned back into her. I swear her eyes rolled up into her head. Jean was humming into her ear and said ever so softly, "You know, I'm not wearing a bra or any panties either. It is so much fun to be naughty at dinner like that. Wouldn't you like to try that too?" I'm not sure Barb even replied. Jean pulled the top of the dress up over Barb's tits and rezipped it. She then kneeled down behind Barb and lifted the hem of her dress up so she could reach Barb's panties and pull them down. Barb stepped out of them by moving one foot and then the other. This gave both Barry and me a great view of her bushy cunt. Jean leaned in and gave Barb a kiss on the cheek of her plump ass before dropping the hem back down. Before anyone else could think of another thing which just had to be done, I took Barb's hand and pulled her out the door into the corridor. Off to dinner we went. The ride down in the elevator and the walk to the dinning area at the back of the ship was filled with comments about what each couple had done that day on shore. As we walked, I noticed the neckline of barb's dress was a little lower displaying more tit than before. Even though there was no areola showing, her unconfined breasts had moved more to each side leaving much more of the valley between her tits on display. We got the dinning area and were assigned a table for dinner. As the waiter led us to the table, there was a little fancy footwork. All of a sudden Jean was by me and Barry was ushering Barb to the other side of the table. The waiter sat Jean down with me next to her. We were looking across at Barry at the end of the table with Barb in the middle seat on that side. A couple from Iowa, Wayne and Bonnie, was seated across from each other at the other end of the table. There were introductions and idle chatter as the menus came and each dinner ordered. Every time Barry was say something to the other couple or Barb, his gaze would drop right into the front of her dress. Sitting down, the dress had a little more slack in the material of the front because it wasn't hanging. That slack made a little more space between the neckline and her tit flesh. I guessed he could just about see her whole breasts. With the slack front, I couldn't tell if her nipples were stiff or not. As dinner went on, Barry kept saying things to Wayne. When Wayne would turn toward him to reply, Barry's gaze would drop into Barb's tits. It took Wayne a lot longer to catch on than his wife Bonnie. As soon as Wayne finally caught on, the conversation between the two men picked up with poor Wayne sometimes making nonsense replies to Barry's statements. He wasn't able to get his focus off Barb's tits until after Bonnie had kicked him under the table. That got his attention. All along, Jean had kept making comments to me to draw my attention away from what was going on over there and more toward her own tits which were entirely on display to me. Sitting like Barb in the center seat, she was turned toward me and away from Bonnie. She was wearing one of those wrap over dresses where one side of the top crosses over the other. With both sides being cut low in the first place, the whole front gapped wide open toward me. I also noticed the front of her dress must have been hiked up a tad when she had sat down so the slit now came almost all the way to her pussy. As dinner went on, the slit parted more and more until I was able to see her puffy cunt lips when she moved her napkin out of the way. She seemed to be timing that with the comings and goings of the waiters. Barry had ordered a bottle of wine when we first sat down for dinner. He ordered two more throughout the meal always keeping Barb's glass full and letting Jean or I have whatever we chose to serve ourselves. As dinner progressed, he started leaning more and more toward Wayne as he talked with him, often putting his arm behind Barb on the back of her chair for support. With dinner done and the plates off the table, desert was ordered and of course a "superb simply divine" bottle of desert wine. Barry told Barb to drink up the rest of that dinner wine so she could try this really great wine with her desert. After the deserts were served and the waiters gone, Barry leaned toward Wayne to say something. Again his arm was behind Barb. But, this time Barb got an odd look on her face. Barry had unzipped her dress a few inches letting the neckline loose. As Barry kept talking without any change in his speech, his hand went from behind her up onto her right shoulder. As if stroking her shoulder, he pushed the shoulder and sleeve of her dress down her arm a bit. It was enough that the front of her dress hung forward no longer even close to her tits. Now, almost all of Barb's tits were visible to us. I'm sure Barry and Wayne could see both her full round tits and nipples. By now, the conversations had revealed Barb was my wife and Jean Barry's. Barry made a comment or two to Wayne who just sat there speechless starring at Barb's tits. Wayne didn't care whose wife she was. She had great tits and they were his for starring at. Suddenly, Bonnie stood up telling Wayne she had eaten so much on the cruise; she didn't need desert that night. She was leaving. Not being entirely stupid, Wayne stood up to go with her. She stomped off in a huff while he wandered along behind like a lost calf looking for its momma. I think he even said, "Momma, wait up." This had Jean rolling in laughter. Barb quietly sat there looking down at her desert, her left hand in her lap and her right hand holding her fork. Jean told me to watch this as she moved her napkin again. With her right hand she was eating desert. Her left hand was pushing two fingers into her pussy. I swear I could hear the squishing of her wetness as her fingers worked in and out of her slit. When I looked up, Barry had put Barb's left arm up on the table by her plate and was reaching up under it with his left hand. I believe he planned on grabbing her tit and playing with it. Barb slapped his hand down. Then, both of his hands went to the shoulders of her dress to push them down. He was obviously trying to expose her tits to that whole side of the dinning room. Barb moved her chair over toward Wayne's empty chair reaching over her right shoulder to zip her dress back up. She stood up saying the desert just wasn't that good but the wine had been great as she started walking toward the exit. Jean was quickly by her side as they walked out together. In the corridor, Jean invited us back to their suite to help finish off that bottle of champaign they had left cooling on our way to dinner. Barb thought that sounded great and she needed to pick up her underwear she left there anyway. I obviously didn't have anything figured out or a thing to say about it. Back in their suite, Barry took off his coat, tie, and shoes inviting me to do the same as Jean poured the flutes of champaign. After everyone had a couple of sips, Barry turned on some soft music. Jean asked me to dance with her. Without waiting for a reply she took me into her arms, pulled me close and started swaying. Barry asked Barb to dance too. Jean moved her arms around my neck leaving the front of her dress hanging open for me to see her tits all I wanted. She asked me if I liked seeing them. Of course I did. I'm a guy aren't I? Her hand opened the buttons on my shirt so she could rub her hand over my hairy chest. As she was playing with my nipples, she said I could do the same to her if I wanted. I moved my hand into her dress reaching her stiff nipple and pulling on it. I looked over to see what they were doing. Barry was dancing with Barb her head on his shoulder. His hand was stroking over her bare back. Each time it went by, it pushed her zipper down exposing a little more of her back to his stroking. Soon, it was open clear to the bottom of the zipper at the small of her back. I had been switching between Jean's tits. She pushed my shirt off my shoulders, pulled it down my arms and off. Then, she shrugged her shoulders dropping her dress down to her waist. Now she was rubbing her naked tits into my hairy chest. As we danced, her dress fell to the floor. She simply danced right out of it. Barry had turned Barb so she could watch. He moved back enough to keep her head on his shoulder but allow him to pull her sleeves down her arms and drop her dress to the floor too. There we were two couples dancing with both women nude except for their stockings. I still had one hand on Jean's tits. She pulled my other hand to her pussy. With Barb watching us, she didn't do anything while Barry's hands wandered all over her tits and hairy cunt. With my hands busy, Jean busied herself with opening my suit pants. Once open, she pushed my pants and briefs down to my feet. Quickly kneeling down, she sucked the head of my cock into her mouth while she freed my legs. Barry was holding one arm around Barb from behind stroking her tits and pulling her nipples while they watched us. His other hand was dropping his pants. Having already taken his shoes off and not worn underwear, he too was nude. He turned barb around to face him so he could kiss her as his fingers pulled and twisted her nipples. I could hear her moaning into his mouth as he wrapped her hand around his cock. He reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands so he could pull her hairy cunt in to rub against his cock. Barb was rubbing the head of his dick up and down through the thick hair along her wet slit. He bent forward to suck and bite her tits. While I had been watching all this, Jean had been sucking my cock like it was the last one she would ever get. She was the best at that I had ever had. Fortunately, I had drunk enough alcohol, I hadn't come already. I was glad to be able to continue experiencing this wonderful wet mouth. Her right hand had gone from caressing my balls to rubbing her fingers over my asshole. I know it is hypocritical because I like to do it too but I didn't want it done to me. I pulled Jean up and leaned her over the small hardwood table in the middle of the room. She took that opportunity to pick up their camera and begin videoing Barb and Barry. I could see the screen on the back and the green flashing light. By now Barry had bent Barb over the back of the couch. He was pulling her tits with one hand and ramming his fingers into her cunt from behind. He was standing to one side so Jean could get a good view of it all on camera. He must have taken something during dinner as his cock was firmer and darker red than I had ever seen it. I shoved three of my fingers into Jean's cunt. I was ramming my fingers into her but I wanted my cock in her again. Hesitating to fuck her outright, I pulled her to the end of the table so I could shove my cock back into her mouth like I had up on the nude deck. I saw Barry move in between Barb's open thighs and shove his bare cock into her cunt. He went all the way in on the first thrust. She was so wet. He began thrusting his cock into her again and again pulling himself into her by his hands pulling back on her tits. She braced herself on the couch back on her forearms moaning and wailing away. Here I was fingering Jean's cunt and he was fucking Barb. So I pulled my fingers out and shoved my cock up her cunt. She was casually filming away. After ramming her several good hard thrusts, I took two of my gooey fingers and shoved them into her ass. As I shoved my fingers in and out of her ass and rammed her cunt with my cock she said, "Oh yeah baby. Do me like that." That was the exact same phrase she had used every time I had gone into her asshole. It dawned on me; this was her signal to him I was in her ass. It was like me giving him permission to use Barb's ass because what could I say? I was in Jean's ass. I realized Jean's cunt wasn't just wet, it was sloppy loose. She had been fucked a lot by something or someone much larger than Barry or I. Sure enough, after hearing Jean's comment, he pulled his cock out of Barb's cunt and was trying to push it into her asshole. He must not have been quite stiff enough as he was having trouble getting in. Barb reached back with both hands and held her ass open to make it easier for him to get it in. Maybe he had told her to. I hadn't heard it. In all the years we were married, I had only got to try anal sex with Barb twice. Both times ended quickly and abruptly and here she was helping him to do it to her. Well fuck that! I could have just fucked Jean's ass. I was certainly hard enough, she was definitely loose enough, and she would have been more than willing. Hell, that was probably their plan all along. But, that isn't what happened. Using my ass gooey hand, I grabbed Jean's hair at the back of her head, pulled her head back and slammed her forehead into the hardwood table she was leaning on. The camera dropped onto the table and her wet cunt slipped off my cock as her body crumpled. I used my hair hold to guide her unconscious body to the floor. Barry was so focused on tying to push his cock up Barb's ass he didn't even notice. I used the three steps across the room to build up my momentum like a punter. I caught him right in the groin with my full body weight behind the kick. I lifted him up a couple inches. He fell forward and off to Barb's left side over the back of the couch. He dropped down onto the floor all folded up clutching his balls. I grabbed Barb by the hair and pushed her onto a nearby chair. I snatched their digital camera off the table, opened the bottom and removed the memory card. I know these cameras also have internal memory but I wasn't willing to take the time to fuck with their camera right now. So, I stepped over to the open sliding glass door and threw their camera as hard as I could out the doorway over the balcony railing. I watched it tumble through the air out past all of the balconies below and splash into the ocean. All that softball had been good for something. I flipped open the top of their camera bag on the counter by the television and took all of the memory cards inside. I shoved the memory cards into my pants pocket as I pulled my pants back on. I put my arms back in my shirt and buttoned it up as I went back over to Barry. He was still laying there all curled up holding his nuts. I grabbed the shaggy grey hair at the back of his bald head and pulled his ear up close to my mouth so he would be sure to hear me clearly. I told him if he ever touched Barb or spoke to Barb or him or his friends ever contacted us again, I was going to tie him up so he could watch me cut Jean up into small parts until she died. Then, I was going to start on him. I bet him I could keep him alive for days. He would be astonished to see what I had learned in Viet Nam. Then, I raised my right fist high into the air and brought it down as hard as I could into his right temple. I dropped his unconscious head onto the floor. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 02 I pulled Barb off the chair by her arm and took her over to Jean lying on the floor. I pushed her down until she was squatting over Jean's face. I told her to piss. She asked what? I said to piss in her face. She said she wouldn't do it. I grabbed her hair and shoved my shitty fingers into her mouth telling her to do it, NOW. The piss gushed out of her all over Jean's face. It came and came probably due to all that wine at dinner. When she finished, I let her stand up. Telling her to get her dress and shoes on, I went over to Barry and began pissing on him. I pissed all over his face and down onto his grey hairy chest. When I was done, I began picking up all our stuff. I grabbed Barb by her hand and headed for the door. Just as we got to the door, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and forcefully stepped out into the hallway pulling Barb behind me. I pulled the door shut behind us before they had a chance to go in. I was relieved when the door closed as it automatically locks when it closes. The new visitors were a man wife couple and camera guy. They said they were coming to "see" Barry and Jean. I told them they were not feeling well. Something at dinner had made them ill so they had taken something and gone to bed. Having heard the knock on the door as we were leaving, they had told us to tell them they would see them in the morning. At that, we walked off down the corridor holding our stuff in our hands. As we got down the hallway, I could hear them knocking on the door and calling softly. But, when no one answered, they too went off down the corridor in the other direction. We went directly to our cabin. Once inside, we put our stuff on the couch and I grabbed Barb by the shoulders and pulled her close to my face. I told her those people at their door were there so Barry could give her or us to them to use. Barb couldn't believe it. I further told her Barry and Jean didn't care about her or me or our marriage. We were just play things to amuse them. As soon as one of us would have put our foot down, they would have told us to fuck off, go away, and leave them alone. Barb asked how people could be like that. I told her we were the only ones there concerned about our well being; we needed to get some shit straight between us and right now. I asked her just what the hell was going on. She asked what I meant. I said her letting him do all that stuff to her. Her letting him get her nude in public. She said she thought I wanted her to be sexy on this trip. And after all, I had been doing things to Jean too. I told her to cut the crap and quit playing games we couldn't afford right then. I told her I wanted her to be sexy with me. If someone else saw it, that was fine. But, I never planned to be the one watching while others were doing those things to her. She asked what was all that crap about Viet Nam as I had never been in the military. I said, "Yeah, but he doesn't know that. I am the right age and unless he has a death wish, he isn't about to find out. I may not torture them, but I did feel like I could kill him. I'll bet we don't see them again for the rest of this cruise. Anyway, quit changing the subject." Then we began to talk; I mean really talk. At one point I asked why all these years she wouldn't do those things with me. She explained it was like when we were dating. When ever she would let me do something more like the first time I caressed her breasts, then every date after that went at least that far. And when caressing her breasts while we kissed became opening her blouse and bra, then, every date after that went that far. It was like she was conquered territory. Once it was captured, it was mine from then on. She had really liked some of the things which had happened, but if she let me do them to her then, I would always want and expect to do them. She wasn't ever going to see him again. He didn't cause that ongoing risk. While she was talking, I realized something more. Barb had been raised by her mother to be a "good girl" and all that came with it. I was thinking about my comment "nothing happened with Barb which Barb didn't want to happen. Barb wanted to be more daring and do more daring sexual things. But, she couldn't ask me to do them. Good girls could even talk about such things and certainly couldn't admit to wanting them. Barb wanted someone to make her do them so she wasn't responsible. She could pretend to still be the good girl. Doing these things with Barry was her way of telling me the kinds of things she really wanted to be a part of. Even now talking together, she couldn't bring herself to talk about them to me. I was going to have to figure this out on my own now that I was on notice. But, that phrase "nothing happens with Barb that Barb doesn't want to happen" kept tumbling through my mind. Then came the part where she said even though she had allowed Barry to do things to her, I was right there doing essentially the same things to Jean. I asked what she thought I was going to do; leave and go get a root beer. But I hadn't wanted to actually fuck Jean because I was afraid of what they might give us until I saw her let Barry fuck her. She told me, "Hell, that boat sailed when I sucked his cock and you let Jean suck yours. We could get pretty much the same diseases doing that, not just fucking. You were just rationalizing it because you were thinking with your dick." I knew inside she was right about the disease and blowjob thing. I just hadn't thought about it like that. She thought maybe I was trying to put it all on her. I didn't think so but maybe in a way she had a point. We talked about how they must have done this kind of thing many times before. They didn't care about us or our marriage. He had exposed her in public again and again and tried to do it in the dinning room too. Then, they had those other people coming to give her or us to so we could be used by them too. That could have been camera guy's chance to get even with her for slapping him. Who knows how far they planned to take this before the end of the cruise? They had it all set up from the beginning with the camera even using another to photograph part of it. They had phrases to communicate certain situations to each other. Jean was certainly much looser than either Barry or I could have caused. By then, Barb had gotten the picture well enough. At another point, I wanted to know just how it was she came to like having something in her ass. She said it was true, she was beginning to enjoy it. But, she quickly added, if she let me do it all the time, she was afraid she would loose control and have poop slip out into her pants at work or in a store or something. I said I understood her concern but again, how did she come to learn she liked it. It sure as hell wasn't with me. Then it came out. It was Tom Anderson, one of the guys volunteering with her at the community center. Tom had stayed late after one of their community event planning meetings to help put away chairs and pick up stuff. Most people just get up after a meeting and leave. But, Barb was always one of those who would stay and help finish up. He had stayed too and timed it so they were the last two left in the room as they carried the last two chairs back into the storage room. There he had pushed her up to one of the storage racks and held her around the waist from behind telling her to keep her hands on the rack. He kissed the back of her neck while his hands fondled her breasts through her blouse and bra. While he kissed her neck and fondled her breasts, he told her how wonderful she felt, how hot it made him, and how good she was holding still for him. It had been the way he had told her. It was as if she didn't do it, he would walk away and ignore her. She couldn't help herself. After that, every meeting he went a little further. He had made her wear skirts to the meetings. Then, he had her going to the bathroom and taking her panties off before the meetings and putting them in her purse. He even demanded to see them in her purse before the meeting started. Of course, that lead to him taking her top and bra off, pulling her skirt up, fingering, and eventually fucking her pussy. He had begun to finger her ass too during his foreplay. I asked her if he had fucked her ass yet. She said not yet but he really wanted to. I told her we would deal with him after we got home. We eventually got to deciding what we were going to do between us about all this. First of all, we agreed we loved each other and both wanted to stay together. We had both made mistakes. Now, we needed to learn from them and move on together. Next, other than getting even with Tom Anderson, we were both done doing anything with anyone else. We made a thousand mile rule. There wouldn't be any going in the ass play unless we were at least a thousand miles from home. That wouldn't happen very often but I already knew I was going to make it happen every now and again. I was going to get oral and vaginal sex with her at home when I wanted it. Barb was willing to do it and not to just hurry up and get it over with. This would continue until her doctors could get her hormones corrected enough for her to once again enjoy and want it on her own. We had both come to realize Barb has a submissive side. So, we adopted two secret words. The first was the word I would use when I was taking charge of her. Barb was going to do whatever I said without question. The second word was her safe word in case what I came up with was just too much and she had to stop. Barb was willing to pose for me and my digital camera at home and in our private back yard if I would pose for her also. I was surprised by that one, but pleasantly so. There would not be any sharing of any of those pictures with anyone else period. Adding on to the thousand mile rule, we would both dress sexier and do more daring things only with each other and only while that far away from home. And finally, we were both free to suggest and discuss more rules as we went, but would only go by those we both agreed to. By then it was early the next morning. We showered to get into bed. As Barb came out of the shower, I mentioned the strange looking thingymabob on her shoulder. She asked what? I said smile for the camera and she did. She turned this way and that as I snapped away. We were both exhausted but she kept smiling away. I moved her onto her hands and knees on the bed getting a picture of her face and swaying breasts as she smiled into the mirror behind the bed. I took pictures between her spread legs of her hanging breasts framed between her thighs and below her beautiful hairy pussy. She held her butt cheeks open for a couple of pictures up close of her brown hole and another with my finger in it. We were over a thousand miles from home. I moved up and slid my cock, which was as hard as it ever had been, smoothly into her wet pussy. I caressed her swaying breasts in my hands as I pulled her body tightly to mine and kissed her back. God, how I loved that woman. She used one hand to rub her clit while my thrusts got faster and faster. We both reached satisfying orgasms, maybe not skyrockets and sirens but real good. Day Five: Another Day at Sea We slept but not so long as to miss breakfast. The food was great. We talked while we walked around the upper deck track a couple times. Then, it was back to the cabin for a nap. Of course, both of us were nude in each other's arms. Now, we were getting to the cruise I had had fantasies about. Barb woke me from our nap taking pictures of me after she had pulled the covers off. I smiled for her like she had for me. Then, she sucked me hard so she could get a couple of pictures of my stiff cock all shiny with her saliva. After rubbing a little KY between her tits, she asked me to take a couple of pictures of her pumping my cock between her breasts. In one, she stopped and posed with my cock sticking out above her breasts with her sucking the head between her smiling lips making sure I got a couple of good pictures. I was in Heaven. All of a sudden she stopped saying to hurry and get dressed for lunch. I could see I wasn't going to get to be the only tease. Lunch was good. The food was great. After lunch, Barb got dressed and went to her yoga class. This gave me free time to look at the memory chips I had taken from Barry and Jean. Their camera used secure digital memory chips the same as the ones in my camera. I was able to pop them into my camera and view them. That was quite an eye opener. They had gotten everything either in pictures or video clips. From that first day on the tour of the island to that last evening in their suite, they had it all. Someone had even had taken pictures of Jean getting Barb out of her bra and panties in the ladies room of the restaurant that first day. About the only thing they had missed were the shenanigans at the dinner table. Most of their chips were 256 megabytes. There was one two gigabyte chip which was full of pictures and video of both Barry and Jean servicing two big large cocked black men. I wasn't too surprised to see Jean with a cock in her mouth and the other in her ass. But, I was surprised to see Barry in the same position later. With them living in South Africa, it would be a huge problem for them and especially for him and his career if that all got out into the public domain. Now, I was a lot more confident we would never hear from them again. Before Barb returned from her class, I stashed the chips in a small ziploc bag in the room safe with our passports, tickets, and money. I never did mention any of that to Barb as we had only agreed not to share any pictures. Even now, I look at them every now and then. Watching Barb's multiple orgasms up on the nude deck blows my mind every time I watch that video clip on my computer at home. While Barb was in her class, it also gave me some time to think more about, "Nothing sexual happens with Barb that Barb doesn't want to happen." Barb had wanted to be on the tour without her bra and panties. Barb had wanted to be nude on the beach and be fingered in public. Barb had wanted to be exposed in the dinning room and undressed on the nude deck. She had wanted to be taken in public. When she didn't want camera guy to fuck with her, she knocked him into next week. Barb had wanted to be played with and exposed at dinner but only up to a point. When she was done playing in public, she walked away. She had wanted to be fucked. She wanted me to see she was willing to be fucked in the ass and if I wouldn't do it, then she would let him. She had been doing things and keeping secrets she couldn't live with and part of this was her way of letting me know about it. But the biggest part was she had wanted me to take charge and put a stop to all of Barry's shit. She wanted me to take charge and do the things to her her good girl couldn't ask me to do or tell me she wanted. And, she wanted me to be the responsible one to see to it there were no bad concequences to either of us when I did it to her or made her do it. I not only could do it; I had to do it. And, I wanted to do it. I would get better at it as I went. I was already starting to have some ideas. Our trip wasn't over yet. We chose to get dinner from the casual buffet line and eat at a table outside by the small pool. The weather was good. The food was great. We talked as we ate. It was good. We were reconnecting. We skipped the show that night and spent the evening in our cabin. It was just the two of us. We were both nude with the curtains and glass door wide open. We rubbed massage oil all over and into each other. I was informed our thousand mile rule wasn't just for Barb's ass; it included mine too. Because it was Barb and not my doctor or when Jean thought she was going to try it, it wasn't so bad. She lovingly lubed me up and only used one finger "this time" while she rubbed her best parts up against my body and kissed me. Maybe I will be like Barb and eventually begin to like it too. We made love to each other and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up later to close everything up and turn off all the lights. I watched her sleep and remembered how much I loved her. As I watched her sleep, I remembered how just a while before she had kissed me all over moving steadily downward from my lips and eyes to my neck, my chest, my nipples, my abdomen, thrusting her tongue in my navel, and down to my aching cock which had waited so long it was stiff. I remembered how she had sucked and licked while she squeezed the base in her small hand and how she moved up over me to impale herself down on me. She had ridden me swaying up forward and down and back to rub her clitoris along my shaft. This had also swung her heavy tits in front of my face and lips so I could kiss and nibble her nipples. I remembered how she had forced her body down hard on me and gave that quick wiggle forward and back which brings on that elusive climax for her. I remember her gasps and moans and holding her breath until she collapsed on top of my chest holding me tight. I remembered her falling asleep in my arms with her head on my chest. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 03 Day Six: The Third Island Up and out to breakfast. The food was great. We had to hurry as we were to go swimming with the stingrays. I had purchased another roll of film for the underwater camera. Rolls of film are actually hard to find in the islands. We smoothly made it through security and out to the waiting bus. We were old hands at this by now. Swimming with the stingrays was much like swimming with the turtles except they were inside a large fenced in area of the bay. They were not called in each day with the food. Barb wore her two piece suit. I got several pictures of her with the stingrays. It was actually safer to touch them than it was the turtles. Turtles bite. I followed Barb around in the water getting several pictures of her open legs with the skimpy bottom stretched across her plump ass. As the time was ending, they held the stingrays so we could take turns petting them. Then, they held the stingrays up in the air so they would spit water out of their mouths all over the tourist. Only a tourist would spend that much time, effort, and money to travel that far so a stranger could make a stingray spit all over them. For a minute, I had a vision of me pissing all over Barry. It made me laugh to myself. Back in the staging area we showered the salt water off. Everyone kept their suits on. By the time we made it back to the ship, we had missed lunch. We got food from the all day buffet and ate outside again. The food was good but not great. We decided to get some sun. So, we put our suits back on and went to the back of the main deck where the loungers were. For a moment, I moved as if to go up to the nude deck. Barb just followed right behind me without a word. She was willing to go if I took her there. But we lay out on loungers on the main deck instead. Every now and again we would jump into the pool to cool off. For awhile, Barb laid on her front with the straps of her top untied so she was only covered by the skimpy bottom across her plump butt. I made sure I got a good view as her legs were slightly spread. I asked her about our dinner plans hoping she would lean up on her elbow to reply. Then maybe I would get to see her breast. She was way ahead of me only turning her head to the side to reply. Back in our cabin, I stripped her suit off her and would not let her into the shower until after I had licked and sucked her entire body. I mean every little place – all of it. After her second orgasm from my tongue, I let her stumble into the shower on shaky legs. She waited until after my shower to push me down on the bed and suck my brains out through my cock. I had to lie there several minutes watching her dress before my head cleared and I could get up to get dressed myself. Dress for the evening was smart casual. We went to dinner. The food was great. We decided to go the show that evening. The group was doing some song and dance thing. I wore what I wore to dinner but I made Barb change. I made her wear only a sundress I had brought for her with her white sandals. She was nervous as her breasts swayed while we walked down the corridors to the theater in the back of the ship. I reminded her I loved her, I was proud of her, and I had no intention of hurting her. And, it didn't hurt she was such a sexy thing. I took her arm in mine and she rubbed her breast on the back of my arm as we walked along. By the time we were in the theater, she was slightly flushed in the face and her nipples were erect. She looked lovely. We sat in the cushioned bench seats with my arm around her shoulders. We watched the whole show and walked back to our cabin. By the time we reached the cabin, she was on fire. She had waited the entire show for me to do something to her and had herself so worked up she was about to scream. Sometimes less is more. I pulled her dress off over her head and removed my clothes. I took her out on our balcony. I put her hands on the railing and told her to leave them there. I slowly and firmly caressed her all over. I kissed the back of her neck and pulled her nipples. I reached up between her legs and rubbed her pussy lips. She wasn't very wet. Pushing her legs further apart, I used some KY to lube her slit and a little more to lube her ass crack. As I fingered her pussy working the jelly deep into her channel, I put some KY in her hand and wrapped it around my cock. When I was fully stiff, I pushed it into her pussy using one hand to caress her tits and the other to rub more KY into her ass crack. She asked if I was really going to do it this time. I said yes. She said, "Good; you are the only one who ever did or does or will do that to me. But, when you are ready, I would prefer to move to the bed. It is your choice." After enjoying thrusting into her outside in the open air for awhile, I chose to move to the bed for our first successful anal sex. On the bed, I rubbed her back until she could relax a little. Then, I used a little more lube at her opening just as I pushed to enter. I waited a minute for her to adjust to it. When she said, "Go ahead, I want it all. I want to give it all to you." I did. Each time I slowly thrust a little deeper until I was fully inside her ass. I held her and stroked her skin as I kissed her back. I slowly pulled out and thrust all the way in again. Before long she was making cooing sounds. She said she loved me and asked how it felt. It was wonderful. How could I describe it? It wasn't just my cock in a tight place but the whole giving of herself to me in love. That was just beyond words. With almost tears in my eyes, I continued to take what was lovingly given. I moved faster and faster. She began rubbing her clit and pulling one of her nipples. She asked me to twist and pull the other one. When she began coming, the spasms in her vagina pulled on my cock in a way I had never known before. Unable to take it, I began coming too. I shot spurt after spurt into her bowels as I held my breath. I almost passed out; it was so intense. We just laid there recuperating as I softened and slipped out of her. It probably hadn't lasted over five minutes; certainly not ten; but, I'll never forget it. Day Seven: The Fourth Island We got up the next morning and were slow to dress and get out to breakfast as we kept taking moments to hold each other or rub up to each other from behind with a gentle hug. We were hungry and the food was great. I wished these people would do our breakfasts every morning at home. This was a day for touring the city. The afternoon before each island stop, the ship's entertainment crew would give a presentation on the island. They would tell us what there was to do, what to look out for, what and where the special deals and sales were. The way they pushed certain stores, they must have been getting a kick back or maybe the cruise line ran those stores. This island had a big city and all kinds of great deals. We left the ship and took a shuttle bus into town. They let us off at a stop in down town and made a point of pointing out the stores we had been told about. It was so convenient how they brought us just to this stop. We walked around and looked at some things. Many things were too big to get home or too expensive. Some of those great deals weren't so great face to face. We found a good place to get lunch. The food was ok but after eating on the ship for several days, it just didn't compare. As we walked along this canal, we walked into a park kind of thing, maybe a grotto. It had high walls with entrances in each of four directions. There were a few fountains with meandering paths in between. There were grassy areas with flower beds here and there and benches along the paths. It was quite beautiful. I got my camera out to take pictures. Of course, I wanted Barb in several of them with the flowers or fountains. When we had dressed that morning, I had chosen a blue blouse and white shorts outfit for Barb to wear. She had been ok with that until she realized I did not include a bra. She said her breasts are so large it makes her uncomfortable when they don't have the support and hang loosely. But, she went along with it for me. Now, there in the park, I was taking pictures of her sitting on the edge of a low fountain. I told her to unbutton the next two buttons on her blouse and readjust her collar for me. She looked around and realized I had chosen a spot where she faced only me and high wall and flower beds behind me. The only thing others would see was the back of a woman sitting getting her picture taken. She opened her blouse displaying the fantastic valley between her full round breasts. She looked up and smiled at me like the cat who had swallowed the canary. I love the way her eyes sparkle when she is happy. Then I told her to spread her legs more open. Her quizzical look told me she didn't realize how baggy the legs of these shorts were. I wanted to get a picture with her panties showing and her tits almost on display. She didn't figure it out until I moved lower to get a better angle. As we were leaving the park, she started to button her blouse back up. I told her to leave them open. She compromised leaving one of the two open. As tall as I am and short as she is, it was still quite a site as we walked along. We walked past a shop with windows displaying lingerie and swim suits. I wanted to go in and she didn't. She still thinks she is fat and unappealing. We went in but she wasn't so happy about it. I picked out a swim suit I wanted her to try on for me. She said it is too small and revealing. And anyway, her bulges would all hang out. I told her I wanted her to try this thingamabob on right now and come out of the dressing room wearing it so I could see it. I had learned long before she would go into a dressing room only to come out several minutes later saying whatever it was looked terrible and walk off. She took the suit and went into the dressing room near the back of the store. It was a small walled off area with a door. Although I stood near the dressing room, I was more near the center of the store as I waited. She peered around the open door and motioned for me to come there. I told her to come to me, NOW. She pushed the door open and stepped out. I had picked the suit because it was revealing. The top covered more than just her nipples, but it displayed a lot of breast above and on both sides of the cups. The bottoms were full enough to cover her ass crack and most of her abundant pubic hair. It did fluff out on both sides of the suit. The 30-ish woman running the store said matter-of-factly Barb would need to trim a little to wear this suit but all in all it looked good on her. She and I stood together as I handed Barb the next suit I had picked out as she had been changing. Without questioning, she took it and went back into the changing room. This one was skimpier. When she opened the door, she did not want to come out. I told her to hurry up. She came out but couldn't look us in the face. The "cups" were smaller triangles just covering her nipples which were obviously erect under the thin material. The bottom was narrower in the front and a lot of her pussy hair was showing on both sides. I asked the woman what she thought. She said it was probably not my wife's style. I handed Barb a nighty set with a robe to try on. As she turned to walk back to the dressing room, I saw the thong string coming out the top from between her ass cheeks. Here entire ass was on display. I loved it. Barb came out in the lingerie set and stood before us. I asked her to turn so we could get a better view of the whole set. She looked lovely. After she turned, I told her to take the robe off and turn again. She froze for a moment and then shrugged the robe off her shoulders handing it to the woman. As she turned, I could see the outlines of her breasts and the points of her nipples pushing against the silk. The French cut panty covered her front and back. I asked her if it was as soft and comfortable as it looked. She said yes but it is very expensive. The woman suggested another set which she quickly got and handed to Barb. When Barb opened the door this time she didn't want to come out again. I told her it was just the two of us and not to be silly. She came over and stood before us. Again, I had her turn. This material was more transparent. Even with the robe on, I could almost see her full round breasts and her erect nipples were obvious. I told her to take the robe off. There she stood in the middle of the store with her breasts and pussy fully on display. I told her to turn for us and she did. There was her full plump naked ass. What a lovely sight. I asked if the material was soft like the last one. She said not really. I stepped forward with my hand out to feel the material. I reached up and at the last second decided to cup her breast through the material. I lifted it from underneath and squeezed it popping the nipple forward against the thin material. She gasped and the woman smiled without saying anything. I handed Barb a bra and panty set. As she went to the dressing room to change, I told her to leave the door open this time. She stood inside the well lit little room with its mirrors on the wall and lifted the nighty off over her head. The woman and I stood there looking at her nude body as she moved to begin to put the bra and panties on. Once she had them on, I told her to come out to us. She said, "What's the point? You've both already seen it." The woman said she wanted to make sure the bra was the right size and fit correctly. I told her to come over and let her check. Barb came over and stood still as the woman very businesslike moved about touching and cupping and holding and lifting Barb's tits. The woman stepped over to the counter and came back with another bra the same color and unsnapped Barb's bra. She slipped it down off her tits and told me to look where it had made marks on the sides and underneath her breast. To do this, she lifted Barb's naked tit up holding it firmly in her strong black hand. It was so fascinating to see Barb's full white tit and erect pink nipple in contrast to that small black hand. The woman dropped the breast with a bounce and put the next bra on her. Then she showed me how it cupped and supported Barb's tits more fully without cutting into her soft skin. I told Barb to get dressed to go as I was making our purchases. I stepped over to the dressing room with her to put her panties, which were lying on the chair, in my pocket. Back on the street, I suggested to Barb we might want to go back to that park and get a couple more pictures. She said, "You're in charge. I will do whatever you say." Back in the park we had to wait a few minutes to have the same spot as before to ourselves. Again Barb unbuttoned her blouse and opened her legs in the baggy shorts. After a couple of pictures, I told her to undo the other two buttons. Nervously, she did. This left the full insides of both breasts fully visible. For the next picture, I told her pull the blouse open to both sides and pull the leg of her shorts over past the middle. I just love that picture of her full round breasts and stiff nipples out in the sunshine. Her dark curly pussy hair was showing as several people unknowingly walked along on the other side of the fountain. I took three pictures just incase something happened to the other two. I had her button up. We walked hand in hand along the canal sharing small talk about this and that. We never did find that shuttle stop again. We ended up taking a taxi back to the port terminal. Back on board ship, we stored our purchases and changed for dinner. It was another of the formal dinner nights. That night she wore a silver sequined dress with black onyx jewelry. I wore my suit with the mint green shirt and tie. The food was great the company was so–so. Back in our cabin, we undressed each other taking time to hang up our good clothes. We moved to the bed where we caressed and kissed each other. As I kissed her, my hand began to stimulate her clitoris and vagina. I had been hard for some time, so when she was moist enough, I moved over her and pushed between her puffy pink lips. We moved slowly together making soft sounds for each other. I rose up on my knees and lifted her ass up onto my thighs so I could watch all of her as I continued to thrust into her. She is so beautiful when she gives herself to me like that. I love the way she smiles and her eyes sparkle. I love the way her breasts bounce with each thrust. I love the way her arms just lay out to both sides back on the bed as she surrenders herself completely to me. Being up like this allowed me to rub her clitoris with my finger and bring her to her orgasm. Her face is so open and blank when she has her orgasm. Her orgasm triggered mine. I lay down on her holding her for a little while before rolling to my side of the bed. I went to sleep. She read her book for awhile before going to sleep. Day Eight: The French Island This is the morning we got up at a more leisurely pace and had a peaceful breakfast as we were on our own that day. We had not scheduled any excursions on this island. The food was great. We chose to eat outside at the tables near the outside pool. What a beautiful sunny morning. We had asked others about the island. Several had mentioned a particular beach which would be good for swimming, lounging, and such. All we needed to do was take a water taxi across the bay from where the ship would dock. The name of the beach was French and sounded to me like three islands. When we got to the boarding area for the water taxi, I asked if it went to and I tried to say the name as best I could remember it. I never was able to say it correctly. In his French broken English, he said yes so we got on and bought two round trip passes. We made our way across the bay eventually coming to a dock next to a beach. People were getting off and others were waiting to board. It looked good to me, so we got off there too. It wasn't until after we left that beach and boarded the taxi for the return trip we discovered this taxi went to several different stops. The beach we had asked about was actually stop number three from the ship terminal. Oh well, you learn as you go. Once we left the dock, we walked down the beach. It stretched along a calm waterfront in front of several cottages and small hotels. There was a four foot stone wall to keep the waves from encroaching on the properties with each property having a set of steps down onto the beach from the top of the wall. There were palm trees here and there along the wall which gave shade to spots on the sandy beach below. By the time we arrived, it was already late morning and the sun was already getting quite warm. We moved past the hotel area and stopped short of the next large group of people on the beach. We pulled a couple of loungers over to a shady spot near the stone wall. There were not a lot of people out on this beach. We had passed a few couples who were laid out on loungers in front of what was probably the hotel they were staying at. Most of the women were topless. The thong bottoms on one was so small, she was essentially nude. Past where we had stopped were a group of, I am guessing, Italians. They were milling around the area they were in having loud conversations about something which sounded exciting the way they said it. Most of the women were in sort of a group and most of the men in a separate group. It appeared the men were taking turns walking into and around the women's group. Most of the women were topless and some of the women had towels around their shoulders probably because of the sun. When the men would stroll by the women would open their towels and wiggle their tits at them. I didn't see any touching going on but there sure was a lot of flirting. When that group was preparing to leave, the women would take a bottle of water and pour about half of it over themselves toweling off their upper half. They slipped a top on. Then they dropped their bottoms and poured the rest of the water over their front and back and down their legs toweling that off before pulling on some shorts. Each one did it in turn just in the same fashion. No one made any fuss about it; so much for anti-nudity laws. I got to see each one's full dark bushy pussy. I was exciting to watch them briskly rub their towel back and forth over their pubic hair to dry it. I thought a couple took a little extra time as it probably felt good and maybe even better with others watching. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 03 Barb had worn the two piece suit I had bought her for the cruise under a white sundress. When we arranged our area, she had taken off the sundress and begun to rub suntan oil into her skin. We kept our sandals on the whole time we were on this beach as the sand was course. At the water line and into the water the bottom was pebble sized bits of broken coral which would have been too sharp for our tender feet. Our sandals were waterproof, so it worked out well. After observing the group preparing to leave, Barb has slipped off her top. With her behind me as I had been watching the group, I didn't notice her exposed breasts until the group started to walk by on their way to the dock. Barb was casually sitting there reading her book wearing only her bottoms and sandals. I did notice her nipples were hard and fully erect. I turned to watch her as they passed by. Several of the men had lingered to get a good look. Everyone likes something different. Barb was white and her full and round tits were maybe a little different shape than what I had just seen on their women. Barb's nipples were pink where theirs had been a darker brown. I noticed as the men lingered, Barb had slightly opened her legs giving them a view of the crotch of her bottoms where a few hairs were showing out each side of the material. After they had all passed and moved on down the beach, I asked her what if she had not had any bottoms on at all. How would it have felt to have them stopping to look at her then? She told me having them look at her breasts had excited her and opening her legs had encouraged a couple to linger a little longer to stare at her pussy. That had shot it up a notch and now she was all wet and excited. Barb asked me to rub some more lotion on her as she didn't want to burn. I was more than happy to oblige. She laid on her front as I rubbed lotion all over her back and shoulders. As I progressed down, I hooked both sides of her bottoms and just pulled them down her legs and off. I rubbed lotion all over her full plump ass and into her ass crack as well. I ran my finger over her rosebud dabbing it with lotion too but I didn't go inside. I moved down her legs to her sandaled feet telling her to turn over so I could get the front. She turned over and put her sunglasses and hat back on. I started at her shoulders and arms working down onto her full tits with her large stiff nipples. I love how big they get and how far they stick out when she is excited. Her tits needed extra lotion; I was just sure of it. Then it was down her abdomen to her full curly bush. I certainly would have hated for those pink lips to have gotten burned. She was right; she was wet, very wet. We laid there in the shaded sun for some time taking turns going into the water to cool off. This left one to guard our stuff as every now and then someone would stroll by. With both of us in the water together, it would have been easy to loose something important. It also allowed me to watch her go to the water and cavort around in it nude and then walk back up the beach to me all wet with that big smile on her face. She was so free and happy. I just loved it. I wanted to join her in the freedom of being fully nude there. How is it a nude woman on a beach is exciting and alluring while a nude man is some kind of sexual predator or pervert? Even not a one of the Italian men had been nude while the women felt free. Somehow everyone knows better like some unwritten rule. Oh well, I was definitely enjoying watching Barb. As we were laying there, another group of people walked by. It appeared to be three older white couples. What made this group stand out was they were all carrying the same day bags we were which had been given us on board at the beginning of the cruise. They were on our cruise with us. Like others before them, they walked by with the men moving a little slower. The men didn't pick it up until their wives made some comment about their eyeballs falling out. The Italian women had never said a word to their men. Even so, one man in a goofy hat had still hung back. Barb casually moved her left knee up and out slightly as if turning her hip to a more comfortable position. This showed her pussy fully so even the pink lips were slightly visible inside their dark nest. The man with the goofy hat stopped and stared into her hairy cunt until his wife came back and grabbed his shirt sleeve giving it a yank. We could hear her "talking" to him as they went down the beach following the other two couples in their group. With them gone, I asked Barb how excited she was now. She said she thought her heart was going to pound itself right out of her chest. I leaned over and caught her right nipple in my fingers and twisted and pulled it outward lifting her breast up off her chest. She moaned. I moved over beside her lounger and traded hands so I could keep exciting her breasts as I reached down into her pussy to finger her wet slit. I started thrusting two and then three fingers into her. Her hand moved down my stomach and into my trunks to pull on my stiff cock. I moved my hand lower so I could run my thumb into her pussy and two very wet fingers into her ass. Barb began to moan and gasp. Then, she began to orgasm and shake and stop breathing. She moaned some more and then started all over again. I was able to bring her to four orgasms one after another. During the last one, I was kissing and biting her nipple pulling her breast up with my teeth while I continued to thrust my fingers into both her holes. After she laid there for a few minutes to gather herself, she became self-conscious and wanted to leave. That sounded like a good idea. So, we got our stuff together and left. Back on the water taxi, we sat up on top. With the sun in her face and wind blowing her hair, Barb looked just radiant. I got a few pictures of her like that with the blue waters and bright beaches in the background. She was so beautiful. As the taxi made its several stops before reaching the one at the ship terminal, we realized we had gotten off the taxi too soon and not gone to the really good beach everyone had suggested. We laughed so hard together at that one. It seemed to us we had found the right one. We were entirely satisfied. Don't get me wrong. It did seem like a very nice beach with restaurants even. But all in all, I think we found what we were looking for. Back on board ship, we got a quick bite to eat at the buffet before going to our cabin. We stripped and showered the lotion and grime off. When I got out of the shower, Barb laid me down in the middle of the bed and got over on top of me. She kissed me and began to rub her silky pussy over my cock. She began to talk to me about what we had seen and done that day and how it had made her feel. Her talk excited me and soon I was as hard and big as I ever had been. She caught the tip of my stiff cock in her pussy lips and moved down onto me burying my shaft inside her wet channel. She continued to talk to me as she brushed her excited breasts across my face and lips while she rode my cock. God, she knows me so well. I couldn't help it, I came. I didn't want to help it. I wasn't supposed to help it. I came hard not wanting it to ever end, but just like always, it eventually did. I laid there totally empty as she moved off me and back into the bathroom to clean up again. We spent the rest of the afternoon just lounging in our underpants. We were on the bed or out on the balcony. Barb got some time to read her book. I just sat and pondered all of the events which we had been through so far on this cruise. We didn't feel like going to the dinning room for dinner so we dressed and got our food in the casual dinning area. We ate at the tables outside at the back of the ship. What a beautiful day it had been and the sunset was breathtaking. We turned in early as the next day promised to be full and busy. I was tired. I slept hard. Day Nine: The Private Island By the time we got up, the ship was anchored in the bay of the private island the cruise line owned. There was another ship from this cruise line also in the bay. It was another glorious sunny day. We got breakfast. I had slept so hard after a full day the day before that now I was hungry and I ate. I was all good but I am glad I stopped. There comes a point where good gets too good and then it isn't any more. Getting to the island was and adventure in itself. We went to a much lower deck than before which exited out to a small landing at water level. They had lifeboat / taxis which came along side and loaded up about 20 of us at a time to ferry us to the island. The small boat bobbed and lurched along but we eventually got there. The island was quite a place. It was very nice with permanent structures and bathrooms with running water. The beach was huge and pristine with rows and columns of hundreds of loungers all the way down the beach. The beach was very fine white sand which sloped extremely gradually into the water. At the back of the beach up against the scrub were lounge chairs shaded by clam shells. Another part of the island had jet skis and paddle craft which could be rented. We had booked a couple of the shaded loungers, so we went to the beach and were taken to our spot. We spread out our stuff. We felt a little safer leaving our things as we were not on a public beach of an island full of desperately poor people. With the people around us quickly establishing who was where, it would be more obvious if someone else started going through our stuff. On this island, they did not take money and the only id we needed was our room keys which I could keep in the pocket of my swim trunks. From the other ship in the bay, there were a number of families with children on shore among us. We spent the day laying in the sun on some of the empty loungers and then moving to our shaded loungers for awhile. When we got too warm, we went for a swim in the clear water. The water was so clear we could easily see schools of fish swimming here and there. The water in the bay was very calm so I felt safe bringing my digital camera out into the water. Most everyone, especially the ones with children, stayed in close to the shore. The bottom sloped so gradually, we were out maybe 200 to 250 yards from shore and I was still only shoulder deep. Barb is short enough; she had to use the air mattress we had rented to stay above water. When we moved back toward shore to where Barb could stand up, we were still quite a bit out past everyone else. I told Barb to take off her swim suit top and hand it to me. She looked around and said she was uncomfortable doing it with children around. I reminded her they were way back by the shore. To them, we just looked like two heads on top of blue water. They couldn't see what was happening under water unless they were much closer. She took it off but hesitated when I told her to hand it to me. I took a couple of pictures of her there topless in the water. Then I told her to take the bottoms off and hand them to me too. She simply complied knowing I was going to take more pictures. I moved around to where I was able to take her picture with our whole cruise ship in frame in the background. There she was entirely nude with her hands up out of the water and a big smile on her face with her sparkling eyes. I love that picture. I took three just be sure I got a good one. I handed her suit back to her along with mine and the camera. She held both suits between her legs as I moved to where she had been so she could get a picture of me too. She was only willing to take one as she was more interested in giving me back the camera so she could get her suit back on. Then it was back to shore. Part of the dinning staffs of both ships came on shore to prepare and put on a huge barbeque for everyone on shore. They had a large open pavilion where the food was prepared and served. There were surrounding shaded areas of picnic tables for people to sit and eat. The food was free the beverages weren't. The food was great. As we sat and ate our food, an older couple asked if they could share our table. We said it was fine. As they sat down across from us, I noticed this guy's goofy hat. This was the guy from yesterday and his wife. He had spotted us and made a beeline for our table. They were a couple from Wales. They, mostly he, told us all about their home and family. He was quite animated and happy with himself as he talked along. His wife mostly sat and watched only adding a comment here and there. She smiled as she watched him so focused on Barb. She knew he was excited to get to talk to the woman he saw the day before knowing that was all that was going to happen. She seemed quite happy to let him have his moment. As I looked at her, I wondered if she had already benefited the night before from our adventure. She saw me looking at her and sat up a little straighter pushing her chest out a little more. She had probably never done or will do what Barb had done, but she still knew she had something. I watched him looking intently at Barb as they talked back and forth. I didn't feel threatened either. Soon, the meal was over and both couples went our separate ways. I still don't believe Barb ever, even to this very day, figured it out that was the guy from the day before. I found that to be very funny. Barb asked me what I was laughing about. I just told her I thought they were a very cute couple and I hoped when we were older, we were that cute too. After more lounging in the sun and swimming, it was late afternoon and time to head back to the launches and back to the ship. After we had showered and changed, it was time for dinner again; the last dinner of the cruise. I went all out for this dinner. I had both the steak and the lamb. For desert, I had both the chocolate cake and the key lime pie. The food was GREAT and I ate it all. As soon as everyone was back on board, the ship had taken off. The next morning we would be leaving the ship back in Orlando. After dinner, we didn't have too much time to relax or play around with each other as we needed to get all of our stuff packed and our luggage in the hallway so they could process it for disembarkation the next morning. I had to go the ship's liquor store to retrieve the mango rum and other liquors we had purchased during our cruise. They had not let us have the liquor in our cabins as then we wouldn't buy their expensive drinks on board. So, the evening was spent getting the bottles and other souvenir purchases safely padded inside our luggage and all the right airline and ship disembarkation tags on each piece of luggage. I had purchased the expedited disembarkation package so they would take our luggage off the ship, we would walk it through customs, and they would take it to the airport and check it onto our flights for us. Hopefully, by leaving early and with as little effort as possible, we would not run into anyone we were not interested in seeing. So far, we had not heard a peep from Barry or Jean or any of their friends since our exit. All we needed to keep out was the few toiletries we needed for the morning, the clothes we would wear to travel back home, our carry on bags, and of course all of our id and paperwork. I had laid out my clothes for the next day. I also took a look at what Barb had chosen for herself. In that the northwest was having a cold streak, we were wanting to dress somewhat warmer to arrive back home. Barb had chosen a long pair of pants with a blouse and sweater set. I replaced the pants with a skirt and the cotton blouse with a lighter taffeta one. I put her warmer items in my carry on. As we finished packing, we had changed into just a clean set of underwear so we could pack our dirty clothes in the luggage. I just slipped on my tomorrow pants long enough to put the bags out in the hallway. There was luggage all the way up and down both sides of the hallway. By then, we were tired. We just went to bed and held each other as we quickly went to sleep. Day Ten: Back to Orlando I woke up early while Barb was still sleeping. I got up and checked the hallway. All of the luggage was gone. I went out on the balcony. It was still dark and I could see the lights of Orlando coming closer. When I came back into our cabin, I left the curtains open. I went over to where Barb had taken off her underwear to go to bed the night before and put it in my carry on bag. We needed to get up a little early anyway to get breakfast before our early express departure. I let her sleep another 45 minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore. I woke her up by kissing her eyes and face. She was not moving too quickly so my kisses moved down her throat to her chest and breasts. I kissed, sucked, nibbled and caressed her breasts. When she is excited, there is a hard wired connection from her nipples to her pussy. Now, I had her attention. Her hands began to wander over my body and caress me here and there as we held and kissed each other. I flipped the blanket off of us so I could see all of her and I began to stroke and caress her body. She readily opened her legs for me so I could caress and cup her hairy pussy as she grasped and stroked my cock. I began to finger her wet slit as her clitoris became erect and popped out of its little hood. She moved down to suck me but instead I pulled her up off the bed and over to the sliding door with the curtains open. I stood in front of her as she kneeled in front of me. I put my hard cock into her mouth and gently held the back of her head guiding her back and forth while I thrust my cock into her mouth. With all of the lights in the room on, we could only see the lights on the outside of the buildings we passed as the ship entered the Orlando port. But, anyone watching the ship come in could easily see us there in our cabin. I was so hoping they were watching. I pulled her up onto her feet and turned her around with her hands on the little hardwood table to support herself as I bent her forward. I thrust my hard wet cock into her hairy pussy from behind holding her hips with both hands to pull her to me. As I fucked her, I could see on the glass of the sliding door the reflection of her large breasts hanging down and bouncing all around with each forward thrust of my cock. Now I was really hoping someone out there was getting to enjoy this show. Just the thought of exposing her while I fucked her got me so excited I came hard. I moved her over to lie down on the end of the bed with her legs open facing the open curtains. I got down between her legs and began to lick, suck, and nibble her wet hairy pussy while I caressed and pulled her nipples with my large hands. I sucked her fat clitoris like a little cock while I repeatedly pushed two fingers into her pussy. She moaned and gasped and came hard shuddering and shaking her whole body. She was spent and just lay there as I got up to clean up and get dressed. As she came out of the bathroom to get dressed she asked about her underwear. I told her we were still more than 1000 miles from home so she couldn't wear any underwear today until our layover. Then, she noticed the wardrobe change. I told her she was still mine and had to be available for me to play with. I also reminded her I loved her, I respected her, and I had no intention of hurting her. She was just going to have to trust me. We had a good breakfast; the food was great. We were on time for our express disembarkation. We made it through quickly as all of our papers and finances were taken care of. We found our luggage in the terminal and walked it through customs. Just outside of the terminal, the cruise line took our luggage again to transport it to the airport and check it in at our airline for us. THE TRIP HOME: With just our carry on luggage, we got a taxi. As the taxi made its way toward the airport, I took Barb in my arms and began to kiss and caress her face and neck. I nibbled her earlobe and kissed that tender spot on her neck just below and behind her ear. This always makes her tingle. As I kissed her deeply on her lips, I caressed her braless breasts through her thin blouse. She tensed up a little at this as the driver might be watching. I told her he probably was so let's give him a good show. She just relaxed and dropped back into her seat letting her right arm rest in her lap with her left arm still around my shoulders. She kept her eyes closed while I continued to kiss her face and neck and rolled her stiff nipples between my thumb and finger. Barb's breathing was fast and shallow as she gave out little moans when I pulled her nipple as I rolled it. I opened the two top buttons on her blouse and reached in to cup and fondle her naked breast. I lifted it up to my lips as I kissed the nipple and captured it between my teeth. Rolling her stiff nipple between my teeth while gently pulling it outward caused her to give a deep low moan which filled the car. A Cruise to Discovery Ch. 03 If the driver hadn't been watching before, I was sure he was by now. I continued to kiss her lips, face, eyes, and neck while I worked over both her heavy full tits and their stiff nipples. As we neared the terminal, the taxi began to slow down. So, I buttoned up her blouse and got some money ready to pay the driver the fare showing on the meter and a good tip. Barb just laid there all limp in her seat with her arms at her side and her legs wide open. She was flushed from the neck up and exhausted like she had just run a long race. If her skirt had been a little shorter, I'll bet he could have seen her wide open wet pussy. Inside the terminal, we skipped the lines as the cruise line had already checked us in and printed our boarding passes for our flights. We wandered down toward our gate in no big hurry as we had about two hours before our flight. There was a row of about four pay phone cubicles along one wall. The end cubicle had two inside walls with the cubicle wall going out from there and hooking toward the next cubicle leaving just an entry way. I had Barb enter while I put my carry on against the wall just inside the entry way and her carry on stacked on top of mine. With me standing in the entry way between our carry ons and the end of the cubicle wall where the phone was, no one walking by could see inside to whatever Barb might be doing sitting in the chair in front of the phone. I had Barb stand up, lift her skirt up around her waist and sit back down with her legs open to me. Now I could easily see her thick curly black pubic hair all matted together with her juices she worked up during our taxi ride. I told her to unbutton her blouse completely and pull it wide open for me. There were her full tits and stiff nipples all flushed like her neck and face. I made sure the flash was off on my digital camera before I began to snap a picture of her like this. I told her to lift her breasts from underneath and pull them out toward me. Without further instruction, she began to twist and pull her nipples. Barb's face had that far away look as she pulled hard enough on her nipples to lift her heavy globes fully off her chest. I told her to spread her pussy lips wide open for me so I could see if her big clit was sticking out of its hood. Her fingers brushed the wet curly hair to both sides then gently pulled both lips away from each other and held them there for me. I could see her clit all erect and wet as it throbbed with her heart beat like a little cock. I told her to catch it between her thumb and finger and roll it back and forth while she continued to play with her nipples. I also told her to try to be sort of quiet when she had her orgasm which started just seconds after she began. She stopped rolling it to let herself come down from her orgasm. I flipped the camera over to video clip mode and told her to put two fingers inside her pussy and catch her clit between her thumb and the base of her fingers. With her finger tips running a little race on the underside of her pubic bone and her thumb working her clit, I knew another orgasm was not too far away. With her face blank and her breathing almost stopped, she pulled and twisted her nipple so hard I thought she might damage it. Her other hand kept working her pussy and clit. I could hear the wet noises as her fingers worked inside her. Her breathing stopped as she began to come. Her face flushed so much, I thought it might turn blue. There was a look of complete rapture on her face in contrast to the absent stare of her wide open eyes. Her orgasm rolled on and on cresting three or four times before she began to come down. She just sat in the chair all disheveled trying to catch her breath before speaking. As she began to button her blouse, she said she needed to find a restroom where she could go to the bathroom and pull herself together. With her blouse buttoned, her skirt fell into place when she stood up. On wobbly legs, she made it down the corridor to the women's restroom. About ten minutes later, she came back out looking much better. We found our departure gate. The seating there in the waiting area were the usual rows of seats back to back with one row facing the next one over. As we sat there, I notice the couple sitting across the aisle from us. She was going on and on telling him something he obviously was not that keen to be listening to. His attention was focused on Barb. I looked at her and noticed her skirt was caught on one knee but not up high enough to be a problem. I figured he was just hoping. I leaned over and told Barb she had an admirer. He was looking at her legs hoping to see more. I asked her what she wanted to do. She said, normally she would cross her legs and pull her skirt down to put an end to that. But, right then, she felt like it would be exciting to go ahead and give him a peek. She finished saying she wanted me to decide which she would do as I was in charge. I told her to turn toward her bag in the seat on the other side of her. This would allow her to make sure her skirt came up another inch or two and her knees were a little wider apart. Then she should look in her bag for a minute or so to find the map from our trip. This would give him a teasing glimpse. I was watching him as she did just that. She looked in her bag for a long while and then began to turn toward me with the map in her hand. Her turn started with the knee closest to me moving my way, holding her knees wide apart for a few seconds, and the other knee then moving to catch up with it so she ended up with both knees together pointing toward my seat. She casually pulled the hem of her skirt down as she handed me the map. She had made sure he got a good look at her pussy instead of the teasing partial view I had intended. We sat there looking at the map together. We were talking and laughing about what had just happened and not about the map or the trip. Even though I knew she really was enjoying this game, I also knew she had taken this one past where I had told her to. I knew we would play these flirty little games again. When we finally boarded the plain, I grabbed a pillow and blanket on our way to our seats. We were on the side of the plane which had three seats in the row. Barb sat in the middle and I sat on the aisle so my long leg could stick out when no one was in the aisle. The other seat was eventually filled with a woman probably in her mid 70's. She introduced herself as Claire. I figured our fun was over with this set up. After the takeoff, I put the armrest between us up so Barb could put her pillow on my shoulder and cover up with her blanket. With my arm around her to steady her, she closed her eyes. The woman next to her put her pillow against the outside wall of the plane and covered herself with a blanket too. With both women peacefully resting and me being the pervert I am, I began to think maybe I could still have a little fun here. I slowly moved my right hand between Barb's body and her right arm. I moved it up to gently cup her soft full breast through her thin blouse. As I gently squeezed and lifted the breast, the nipple became stiff in my palm. I began to concentrate on the nipple. She asked just what I was thinking. I told her to unbutton the top three buttons on her blouse. She very slowly and carefully did it trying not to attract any attention. I moved my hand into her open blouse to caress her soft naked breast. The other nipple was already hard and stiff. I continued quite a while to work both of her breasts and nipples slowly moving from one to the other from time to time. I began to think it was about time to stop this game and put everything back together. As we were beginning to disengage ourselves, Claire leaned over and told Barb she wanted her to lift her blanket so she could see my hand on her breast before we stopped. Barb froze and looked at me with a question on her face. We had been caught. I gave her a wink. She moved her right hand to her left shoulder and lifted the blanket a few inches away from her chest. This was enough room for Claire to see inside where my hand was cupping Barb's right breast from underneath. Her left breast, closest to Claire, with its erect nipple was fully on display. I moved my thumb and finger to roll and twist her nipple as I cupped her tit. Then Barb put the blanket back on her shoulder. I saw Claire's right hand slip from under her blanket up under Barb's blanket. I am sure she was caressing Barb's breast and nipple for a minute. The whole time she did, Barb just looked at her with a soft look on her face. Then Claire removed her hand and acted like nothing had ever happened. In short order, we were all back together and sharing idle chit chat largely about nothing. Before long, the plane landed at our layover. We had just enough time for Barb to take my carryon into the women's restroom and change into her warmer outfit and then get something to eat before we needed to get to our next flight. I noticed that even though Barb did put on the warmer slacks with the blouse and sweater outfit, she chose to leave the bra off. I was glad she was becoming more comfortable with that. We did get something to eat in the terminal as the food service on the plane was almost non-existent. We made it to our plane on time and were finally on the last leg home. This flight was the longer of the two and it gave me time to think. When we left for this cruise, I had wanted to see Barb naked on the beach and fondled and caressed in public. I learned I need to be more careful what I ask for as the first two times it happened it wasn't with me. I ended up angry and hurt. I am not normally a violent person; but I did eventually get angry and hurt enough to hurt Jean and Barry. I had to admit to myself I really did enjoy hurting them even though hurting them did not make my anger towards them go away. I had to admit to myself a large part of my anger had been and still was with Barb. I had done things with her I had only had fantasies about before. Part of doing those things to her was because of my anger as well as my sexual gratification. I had many more fantasies I planned to make happen. I wondered if part of my motivation to make her do these things was to in a way get even with Barb for what she had done. I was also angry with myself for letting things with Barry and Jean go as far as they went. Part of me had enjoyed seeing her put on display and used when she didn't seem to be willing to let me do it. I had just wanted to see it happen anyway it could. I had used Jean also. I was not without fault here either. I decided I was never going to let myself be put in that position again. Why couldn't she have just been able to tell me what she wanted? I thought about the Tom Anderson thing. Sure he was aggressive or assertive and she was submissive so he could bully her into it. But, on the other side, she had let it go on for months and progress to the point she let him fuck her and begin playing with her ass all without telling me a thing about it. She said he forced her but she participated and kept it a secret. She said he was the only one and this was the only time anything like this had ever happened. Should I believe her? Why would I believe her? I had seen the pictures of Jean getting Barb naked and playing with her in the bathroom on that tour. And I had seen the pictures of the other woman, who had taken those pictures, also playing with her in that bathroom. I remembered how easily Jean had taken off Barb's bra and panties and played with her in their suite on our way to dinner and how Claire had played with her tit on the plane. I wondered if there had been other women before and just how interested is she in other women? I wondered just what had been going on with Barb and how long had it been going on for her to get to this point? I remembered my thought that nothing sexual had ever happened to Barb that Barb didn't want to happen. I still believed that was true and had never changed. She said I was in charge but I believed she was just using that to convince herself she doesn't have to be responsible for whatever she does or happens to her. One thing was for sure, the cat was out of the bag and she likes to play. Is she going to be able to control herself? Hell, I like to play too. Am I going to be able to get this under control and if so can I keep it in control? Will she continue to go nuts without me knowing? She had said I was in control but then she made sure the man at the airport got a good look at her pussy instead of just a teasing glimpse. Would she play flirty flashing games when I wasn't around and didn't know about it? If she did and the other person was dominant, would she let them "force" her into something? Our relationship had changed forever and would never be the same again. We were going home to the same house but as different people. Would we survive this and stay together? Did I still want to? Did I still love her enough to do whatever it takes to make this work even though I didn't know just what that would be yet? Yeah, ...yes, ....yes I did. At least, so far I did. Time would tell. Our plane finally landed. We disembarked and found our luggage. We transported everything out to our wagon and made the long drive home. The drive home was quiet without much conversation. I am sure Barb was having thoughts of her own. I wondered just what was going through her mind. So, I asked her. She said she was thinking of all the things which had to be done before we returned to work. I didn't believe her. When we drove up to the house, Barb went in and turned on the lights while I started unloading all of the luggage and carrying it into the house. Barb suggested we unpack and clean up the next day as we had it off. So, she got in the shower to get ready for bed. As she was in the shower, I went into my shop and got a decorative ceramic piece of a broken drawer handle. When I came in, she had finished her shower so I took mine. When I came out of the shower, she was already in bed. I told Barb I wanted her right then. She said no, she was too tired and it had been a long day. I showed Barb the ceramic piece and said this thingymabob says you are going to come with me right now. I could see her think about it for just a moment. This was the moment which decided if what we agreed to on the cruise was going to carry on at home in our real lives. And just that quickly, she got out of bed and said, "What do you want me to do?" I took her out to the living room where I opened the drapes. I know the window and sliding glass door open out onto the deck and overlook our private back yard. But, to me, it was the idea of it. I pulled her nightgown off over her head and tossed it aside. With the lights on, I had her on her knees sucking me. When I was fully erect, I laid her down on the carpet, pushed her legs wide apart, and thrust myself into her fully on the first stroke. She was wet, very wet. I continued to forcefully shove myself into her on each stroke as I kissed her face and neck. I made her hold her tits up for me so I could lick, suck and bite her nipples as I fucked her. About the time I was ready to come, I could feel her begin to give that quick sideways wiggle to her pussy which she uses to bring her orgasm on. We were both able to reach orgasm while we were locked together. I had no idea where all of this was going to lead to. But, the Queen had been dethroned.