0 comments/ 62609 views/ 12 favorites Amy's Demise Ch. 01 By: SweetLeigha Amy's Demise: The Decadence Of Stateroom M-34 Chapter One of Two Chapters Welcome Aboard! Seven days. Seven wonderful days. No job. No children. No cell phones. Just Steve and she. Finally! It wasn't the most luxurious liner in the fleet but it was fine with them. Amy was pleased that Steve had gone to such lengths to find the perfect ship, the perfect room. Although she didn't care at first, he had insisted on finding the perfect situation, a stateroom with a private balcony overlooking the ocean. There was nothing between their balcony and the ocean except a sheer drop of several stories. Now, she was glad he had been so relentless. He was right. It was perfect! Being so high on the ship, their room had sliding double glass doors that led out to the miniscule balcony. They could leave their curtains open and have a beautiful view of the sea. On each side of the balcony there were small partitions that blocked them from the adjacent cabins. Well, almost. It would only keep honest people honest. Amy knew that if one really wanted they could easily see into each other's cabins. But, who cared? They would just take it all into consideration. They were both anxious for some down time, some relief from everyday life and the two children that were like sponges, drawing every breath from the couple with their demanding schedules. Amy would never have dreamed that two preschool children could be so involved, so much in need of their parent's time. Between the kids and their jobs there was nothing left for the young married couple. Nothing. And that's exactly what Amy had been getting...nothing. The thirty two year old wife still had the same voracious sexual appetite that she had five years before when she was twenty seven, prior to electing to start a family. She wasn't surprised that with children their love life would have slowed down. It was a shock to her system that it had totally disappeared. Over the years it had slowed a little, then over the past year even more. Finally, a few months before this cruise, it suddenly ceased. Amy had not taken a cock in almost three months. Oh, there had been heavy petting, a never ending stream of "almost" where their hands and mouths tantalized each other to the brink. But then it would end. No screwing. No cock for Amy. Steve would sort of just walk away and leave her to later finish up by hand. She often wondered why it didn't seem to effect him at all. But not her. She wanted it and she wanted it bad!! And she was absolutely sure the time was now. Tonight!! She was flowing between her legs, the anticipation almost as pleasurable as the act itself. But at the moment it was only four in the afternoon. They had not even pulled away from the dock. Each of them understood that sex would come later, would be excruciatingly anticipated before being consummated. But even before then there would be surprises. For both. Hers would be immediate and overt, hung out for the world to see. His would be cloaked, a carefully concocted fragile situation with little chance of success but, if fortunes turned his way, would produce a payoff like a sexual Fort Knox! Amy sent him down to the pool in advance to "save" them some lounge chairs. No use losing the nice sun that would be theirs for hours. Steve was surprised that she sent him ahead of her but wasn't going to question. He had a little chore to take care of and she had just made it much easier. Twenty minutes later his cock was standing at full staff, his swim trunks unable to contain the bulge. So was every other male on the pool deck. Amy had just stood above his lounge chair on the pool deck and casually dropped her transparent white swim cover to her feet, exposing a black string bikini that totally revealed an absolutely perfect body that belied her thirty two years. And certainly it denied the birth of two children. No extra tummy...no nothing. Amy smiled at their reactions. For all her other trials and endeavors, one thing that she enjoyed was working for a company that was keen on fitness and health. She was allowed thirty minutes a day in an outstanding company gym and she made use of it. Every day! What the admiring crowd could see was the perfect body...five feet seven inches with nice firm breasts escaping in every direction from a scanty top that did little more than cover her hardened nipples. Perfect legs and ass protruding from the tiny "tell all" bottoms. That's what they could all see. What they couldn't see and only Steve knew was that under that tiny strip of black cloth was a carefully trimmed blonde thatch. Yep! That ultra short cropped blonde hair on her head was the real thing! And in between those gorgeous thighs were matching soft curls, their abundance curtailed only by a carefully wielded razor. Steve was stunned. And proud. He knew she was perfect but to have her suddenly reveal herself as she did blew him away. Everybody was looking, each admiring. Some with more interest than others. For two of them, it went well past interest. It cascaded into anticipation! But first, a drink. Barrier breaking alcohol masked with a funny glass and an umbrella. It wouldn't take Amy more than two of these to make the deck roll even more than that caused by the gentle seas. Then, the introductions of those sitting near them. Amy knew that Steve mingled well. He knew no strangers. It wasn't a surprise at all that he already knew somebody. But what was a very pleasant surprise was who he had met. About Steve's age, Robert and Cathy Dorsett were in their mid thirties. Cathy was just gorgeous. Breathtaking full breasts, nice legs coming out of the bottom of a reveling white one piece suit. Still, both Steve and Amy knew that the younger wife held her own with Cathy. Amy was hot!! But Robert was a different story altogether. Over the next few hours Amy couldn't quite put it together. It wasn't so much his good looks. (Yeah, she'd give it to him that he was more attractive than her own husband or, for that matter, any other man on that sun deck.) There was something else, though. His attitude? His self assurance? His absolutely unmasked and totally undivided attention to her? At the moment Amy was so sexually saturated, so hungry for satisfaction, that her mind automatically wandered to sexual thoughts. Robert looked at her straight on, making no attempt at all to hide the huge bulge in his tight swim suit. Slowly, his eyes totally undressed her time and time again, his uninhibited stares and her imagination allowing him to slowly strip her of even the tiny attire she was wearing...one tiny string at a time. She was correct in her assessment of him. Mentally, Robert Dorsett could easily envision her wet pussy, a sensitive clit stiffened by all the attention she was receiving. Especially from him! And he was right. Amy could swear her pussy was contracting and releasing, trying to capture and fold into her wet crevice all the openly lurid looks she was getting from him. She was thrilled. Steve was very proud and pleased. This was going well. Three hours of the sultry atmosphere did little to suppress Amy's sexual excitement. Instead, she found herself constantly squeezing and adjusting her legs, a vain attempt to send relief to a clit that had gone from full and anticipating to outright begging. They had the late sitting for dinner with an eight o'clock appetizer. If Amy had her way about it they would have deferred, settling instead for a sandwich sent to their room that she would munch on while she was slowly riding Steve's rigid cock. But Steve would have no part of it. Instead, once they were back in their cabin he selected a very reveling dress from her closet. She had brought it with her but had little intention of actually wearing it. Short skirted, the top was extremely low cut and was way too revealing for her taste. It had hung in her closet for years, waiting for her to gather the courage to wear it in public. Steven laughed and encouraged her to step out of her shyness. "Hey, this place is like Vegas. What happens here stays here." It didn't help any to find that they were assigned seating at the table with Robert and Cathy Dorsett. Robert immediately stood up when they arrived and hustled Amy into the chair adjacent to his. He had been on these cruises before and knew that, for some reason, people always returned to the exact same chair at each seating. Always. For the next six nights he would be shoulder to shoulder with the voluptuous Amy. If all else failed, that in itself was worth the price of the ticket! Amy didn't exactly shy away. Already fully primed with alcohol and mentally prepared and anxious for a sexual explosion, it didn't bother her any to be gently brushing arms and legs with a great looking gentleman. The occasional brush under the table with his hand on her exposed legs didn't go unnoticed but was quickly dismissed without concern. That was hidden...that was under the table. Above it, Amy's breasts were brazenly on display. The front of her dress was so low cut that that it openly advertised her bra. What she exposed as a supportive garment was really nothing more than just a low cut transparent symbolic gesture that supported nothing and provided tiny glimpses of nipples. When she leaned over (and it was often) she was there for the world to see. At those times Amy Matthews was on display, from her short cropped hair right down the front of her dress almost to her belly button. For those lucky few at the table, in front of a proud and anticipating husband, there could be no denying the sexual electricity that buzzed from the lady from stateroom M-34! Amy was in mental turmoil. It was both breathtaking and frightening that she was displaying herself with such abandon. For the moment, she was a totally unrecognizable, brand new Amy and everybody at the table was a source feeding her pleasure. Men and women alike! Her confidence grew by the minute. The conversation was as varied and exciting as the food. Although all eight people at the table were friendly and chatted casually, to Amy it was obvious the real attraction was between the Dorsett's and the Matthew's. As they chatted she never asked which room they were assigned. She assumed it was one much more expensive than theirs so why bring it up. At the moment, she felt like a queen. No use in spoiling it by presenting themselves as a poor cousin! Finally, they all agreed on one thing. It had been a long day, with all of them traveling on airlines before arriving at the ship terminal. For Amy and Steve, the day had started at five in the morning. At least, that was the situation as presented to each other. For the other two nice couples who shared their table, it was enough for them and they cheerfully bid a pleasant good evening. For the other four, the Matthew's and the Dorsett's, it was another thing altogether. The sexual tension was high. Very high. Amy knew where her own mind and body was...a sexual volcano about to explode. She also surmised that her presentation, her frame of mind, was like hot lava flowing down and engulfing all in her presence. That's what she knew. That's what she felt. That's what she saw. She never saw the looks passing among the other three. The slight of hand passing from Robert to Steven followed by a quick touching to Steve's mouth. A small swallow of water. The clock was set. Time was clicking. As they left the table it was a cheerful Cathy who suggested they give the ocean view a last minute quick glance from the upper front deck. The men quickly agreed. Amy relented. This burning body thing wasn't just consuming her soul, it was draining her strength. Were they ever going to get to their cabin and fuck? Or was she going to be mentally and physically depleted to the point that they would instead hang a note on their cabin door that read, "Unable To Perform!" She had no idea this was a stall, a necessary ruse to allow technology to have enough time to work and overcome nature's fragilities. Viagra doesn't work instantly. The information Steve and Robert had received prior to the trip had been right. With the ship going in and out of Mexico on a weekly basis, Viagra was easily and cheaply obtainable from any number of crew members. Every cabin boy knew where to get it. WHOA!!! Who would have thought it would be so windy up top. With very little lighting it was hard to see but the drafty gusts took both women's skirts and sent them well above their waists. Amy quickly grabbed hers, holding tight while fighting a futile battle with the wind. The men weren't stupid. They both stepped back a few steps, enjoying the dim view while the girls fought the blustery wind. Even in the diminished light the glimpses of thongs were abundant. It was a relief when Amy suddenly felt the presence of a body pressing against her back, stopping the wild fluctuation of her skirt while at the same time introducing to the crack of her ass the presence of a hard cock. An extremely hard cock!! She moaned quietly and gently reached back to feel his presence, pleased that he was so hard. The fact that he had caught the back of her skirt just as it had been caught up in an upward wind only added to the sensuality. Her miniscule skirt was bunched up in the back above her waist, leaving nothing between the ominous cock in his trousers and her ass except the hidden tiny string of her thong sliding down between her cheeks. She closed her eyes to enjoy the hands sliding slowly up her stomach before cupping her swollen breasts. Suddenly a deep gasp and an involuntary twisting, Amy escaping from both her thoughts and her position. She had just dared to glance sideways and realized that Steve was standing right behind Cathy. It was Robert, not her husband, who was leaning so closely against her with his hard cock so apparent against her exposed ass! It was her sudden gesture of escape, not any spoken words, that announced the end of that little episode. Steve and Robert shared quick glances at each other in the darkness and shrugged. Who knows what she was thinking about what had just happened...what the two of them had allowed to transpire. Amy didn't want them to know. She preferred them to think that she was irate about it. Embarrassed! Instead, like everything else, what had just occurred in the windy darkness had only added to the fire between her legs, her burning anticipation. Thine Eyes Have Seen The Coming... There was no possible way she could be more ripe, more willing, more agreeable to anything Steve wanted. There could be nothing that could surprise her, nothing that she couldn't handle. That's why, fifteen minutes later, as she stepped out of the small bath room wearing a wispy, transparent red and black top with a matching nonexistent thong she never protested at what she saw. He was lying on the bed, the biggest hard she had ever seen on him waving in the air...and every light in the room was on. Not only were the curtains wide open but the sliding door was fully opened as well. Her immediate concern was squelched when he offered his hand, inviting her into the nuptial bed she had been so long denied. Over two hours later an exhausted Amy closed her eyes and molded her limp, depleted body to his. She was asleep in five minutes. For a full one hundred and twenty minutes she had been nibbled, kissed, fingered, sucked, fucked, massaged, complimented, softly made love to, and plummeted unmercifully with a cock that showed no exhaustion even after his obvious orgasms!! It had started well. Soft kisses, foreplay well beyond what she could endure, slow kisses from her feet to the very top of her cropped head. Nipples fondles, kissed, sucked, admired. Pussy licked, sucked, fingered, teased, foraged, filled, led to blissful explosion after explosion...only to start all over again. But then, it took an unexpected turn. The sensitive nether crevice just scant millimeters away was not forgotten, either. Amy was amazed how sensual, how sexually delicious a ten minute delicate licking of her anus could be. Even before he shifted his attention to her ass it had been totally saturated with her come, the gushing moisture running freely from her pussy down her nether crack. Unlike in the past, though, tonight when he teased her with his fingertip there was no discomfort, no complaining, no objections. Only pleasure. The first digit that he eased into her was wonderful as well. It was slow, very slow. Even then, she still may not have been able to accept the entire finger if he hadn't entered her pussy with his cock once again, causing her sensations to bounce from one raiding appendix to the other. But she did. After all those years of his futile attempts to extract anal pleasure from her, this time the soft sounds he heard escaping her lips were definitely moans, not groans. And what was amazing was that they did it sitting on a stiff chair right in front of the open window! Steve was sitting on it, looking out the window. Amy straddling him stomach to stomach. His cock was slowly gliding in and out at her own speed, his finger molesting her well lubricated ass in the well lit room. If there had been anybody outside looking in, his forbidden foraging would have been easily detected. Oh, yes! The open window, the well lighted invitation for a visual intrusion, had not been totally forgotten. For Amy, the exposed window had quickly become a passing thought that drew an occasionally whispered, "The window," as she pointed towards it with a weak gesture. It never failed that her concern was answered with an especially hard suck, a sudden quick pounding, a deep kiss ...each action quickly quelling her concern and quelling the concerned distraction. They had started on the bed. During the two hours they had moved to the floor and every piece of furniture imaginable. Several times, including that luxurious stint with his finger pleasing her accommodating anus, they were right in front of the window almost begging to be seen. He never suggested moving to the balcony. If he had, she would have been in no mood to say no. But now it was over. As her eyes closed and gave way to her much needed rest, Amy smiled one last exhausted little curl of her lips. It could have not been better. It had been perfect. Minutes later, Steve removed her leg that curled around his and slipped out of the bed and onto the balcony. It was late. All lights were out by then, the moon coming across the water in an unending light. Steve stood silently for a minute or two. Then, out of the darkness and around the abbreviated panel that separated the cabin next to theirs, a silent hand came across, palm out and fingers up. Steve tapped it gently with a "high five." On the other side, an excited and exhausted Robert Dorsett gave him an additional circular touching of the thumb and finger, quietly signaling an "A-Okay" signal. It had gone perfectly. If nothing else went as planned or hoped, this evening had been utterly fantastic! For the past two hours Amy Matthews had been fucked and sucked like never before. For that same two hours a cautious Robert and Cathy Dorsett had watched her from around the inadequate partition. Looking constantly and carefully around for incidental intruders that might detect their voyeurism, they were totally spellbound with the highly erotic show the young couple in the next cabin had presented in the well lit atmosphere. Through the open door, even the smallest of Amy's sounds had been there for them to capture. And capture they did, not only with their eyes and ears but with two high dollar digital cameras. They wouldn't just remember Amy's fantastic sexual performance...they owned it! Amy's Demise Ch. 02 AMY'S DEMISE: THE DECADENCE OF STATEROOM M-34 Final Chapter SETTING THE STAGE Separating themselves from the crowd wasn't easy. It had to be negotiated. Amy had no idea what was going on. The ship was going to be docked for seven hours and they were standing on the beach, ready to take an ATV tour with a large group. There must have been fifty or so people in all, two or three of them tour guides. It was very specific where they would go, what they would see. And especially, not getting separated from the crowd. Too easy to get lost out there and miss the ship's departure. Dressed in a loose pair of white shorts and a halter top, Amy was like the others. There wasn't a woman there that didn't have a bathing suit on underneath their outer clothes. Part of the trip was an occasional dip in the ocean. For Amy, it was that black string bikini that she had worn the first day. For Cathy, a tell-all white two piece that featured a thong that did little to cover her red mass. Cathy hadn't even bothered to wear a top to cover her bathing suit...for a great reason!! Amy couldn't help but glance at her while watching Robert talked intensely with the tour guide. My god, the woman's breasts were perfect! Large and full while not being massive. While she was glancing at the hardened nipples sported by her new friend she never saw Steve slip the tour guide money. Robert wanted the four of them to separate from the group at the river about three miles down the beach. He had been on the same tour several times and was well aware of his surroundings. It was amazing how fast fifty dollars subdued the guide's objections. He had heard enough to know that Robert knew exactly what he was doing. There was little danger. Of getting lost, that was. For the innocent Amy, there were other dangers that were imminent, obvious, should have been easily detected. And it didn't take long for the first clue. When Cathy calmly climbed on the back of Steve's machine instead of Robert's, Amy's hair tingled a bit. She knew she was expected to ride behind Robert. It should have been innocent enough except that her tantalized crotch would be pressing against him. Except that less than twelve hours before, his uninvited fingers had teased and tormented her clit until she had exploded. Except that, in the heat of passion at two in the morning, she had allowed her husband to extract an open admission of guilt, of desire, concerning the handsome stranger. Now she hugged his hard body close, her hands firmly grasping his taunt stomach and her crotch pressing hard against his back. It didn't help any that the vibration from the bike they were riding was agitating her pussy much like the vibrator she had used at home so often the past few months. Steve and Robert played with the machines, circling each other at times, side by side at others. Yelling and kidding with the others around them, it was all fun. Amy began to relax but held on tight to Robert. Her fear of falling off was almost that of her fear of the vibration causing an undesired, spontaneous orgasm! Maybe she was way out of line, much too skeptical of her environment. Maybe she should just relax and have some fun. Certainly it was time to have her mind involved with something that wasn't sexual. Too bad her clitoris didn't agree. Agitated with the constant vibration, the tiny black patch of cloth that was suppose to cover her blonde thatch had already slipped in between her vaginal lips. Much to her chagrin and for all her planning, her swollen clit was already starting to cry for relief! Slowly, carefully, the two men backed away from the others. It was obvious they wouldn't be missed. When the others crossed a small bridge over a tiny river to proceed on the beach, Robert slowed and veered to the left to follow the small stream. There was a well defined trail that ran along its bank. Suddenly they came over a small hill that opened to what was effectively a small beach on the river. It was beautiful. Fantastic. Very, very relaxing. "I want to stop here a minute and snorkel in the fresh water. You guys want to go in with me?" Robert was already getting off the bike and pulling out a small bag of equipment. There was hesitation from the other three. Amy wasn't much on doing anything in the water but she didn't want to be "odd man out!" Evidently, neither was Cathy. "Well, what's up above." Of all the others, of course Cathy was the one that could question him without embarrassment. "Oh, there's a beautiful little waterfall just up the river. You can be there in less than a minute." Robert pointed and held up his hands. It was up to them. "Let's go there," Cathy suggested to Steve. "How long you going to be?" Steve wondered. He was proceeding with caution. "Not long," Robert went back. "I just want to check it out." "Steve can drop me off, then come back for Amy," Cathy proposed. "Oh, no. No. You don't have to do that. I'll wait here." Amy didn't want to seem a burden. After all, it was very pleasant here, very relaxing. And with the other two so close she didn't feel in any danger. She was right. The other two departed and from the sound of their ATV she knew they had not gone very far. "Thanks for staying, Amy," Robert offered. "I know it seems safe here but until you go in you never know what you're going to find." Amy smiled and nodded. A little "thank you" goes a long way. He went in. She laid back on her beach towel that had been provided by the ship. She wanted to slip out of her outer clothes but felt it wise that she not. No use making a fool of herself...or a target. He was a perfect gentleman. Coming out of the water a few times, he invited her in. "It's real easy, Amy, and it's really pretty under the water. Totally different from the sea." She smiled, nodded, and turned him down. Thanks but no thanks. After thirty minutes he offered her an alternative. "If you would like, you can walk down the trail to where they are. It will only take about two minutes and they're probably in that waterfall." At first she shrugged it off. After a few minutes she realized he had no intention of leaving anytime soon and she certainly wasn't going to suggest they move on. Besides that, it was getting hot and humid just sitting there. She got up her nerve. "You know, I think I will go on down where they are. Do you mind?" "Oh, no. Not at all!" he insisted. Amy picked up her bag and towel and headed up the trail. As soon as she was out of sight Robert quickly came out of the water and gathered his own gear. He gave her just enough time and space to keep himself out of sight. The ATV would be okay where it was. It was hard for him to walk with such a huge bulge in his swim suit. There was about to be a life changing incident for an innocent young wife. One way or the other. THE TRUTH, THE WHOLE TRUTH... Amy walked carefully along the path. No matter what she had been told they were in what appeared to be the tropics. And you can't have tropics without snakes, can you? She was getting close. There was the definite sound of water falling just ahead but so far she couldn't see anything. It was amazing that there were little hills much like sand dunes this far from the ocean. Actually, the path was sort of up and down the entire way. She trudged over one more. Suddenly, there was a sizeable opening in the landscape. Like the one she had just left, there was a small beachlike sandy area and a sizeable pool caused by hundreds or thousands of years of the waterfall. How beautiful! How peaceful! How...how...how could this happen!!! Suddenly Amy dropped weakly back down behind the little hill she had just climbed, her legs barely able to function, her heart beating wildly. Her eyes spurting water much like the falls just ahead of her. It had been quick but there was no mistaking what she had just seen...what was happening only a few yards away was very obvious and left nothing for judgment. Lying on the very edge of the water was Amy Matthew's husband and Cathy Dorsett. They were both stripped naked. Cathy's eyes were closed. Amy couldn't tell if Steven's were. She couldn't see them. His face was totally submerged into Cathy's red crotch!! There was no doubt about it. Now that she was alert, was holding her breath, she realized that even from behind the little dune she could hear Cathy's soft moans. It was very difficult to cry as hard as she wanted to without making a sound. It all had to be transferred instead to her shaking body, her quaking and heaving chest. How could he do it? All these years, how could he hurt her like this? She wanted to throw up...to run...to wildly rush them and confront them both!! That's what she wanted to do. She laid still, trying her best to not make a sound. God, she wished she had never seen them, had not walked up on them like this! Maybe she should go back to where Robert was, to lie to him about not finding the spot...to come back once more preceeded with the noise of the ATV announcing their arrival so that they could forego their cheating, lurid actions. Maybe it would all go away! She lifted her head. It hadn't gone away. Cathy's legs had been lifted over Steve's shoulders, her ass gyrating in the air as she responded to the deep licking he was obviously giving her. And it was being loudly announced about how she felt about it! The low moans were starting to rise, the sound rising as if to invite all who cared. That's what Amy could see, could hear. What she couldn't see was Cathy carefully opening her eyes every few seconds, glancing around for what was essentially instructions. Under her breath she spoke softly to Steven, encouraging him and keeping him aware of their sensitive situation. Their trap had been set. This was graduation day. Or a late arriving "April Fool's " day. There was no guarantee this wasn't going to fall back in their face...that for all their planning Amy wasn't going to just slither back into the jungle. Or worse. She also might just slither right out of Steve's life! That would certainly do none of them any good! But first, where was she? Had she taken the bait? Or was she still downstream taking in Robert's hard body and calling his bluff. Amy didn't seem to be the adventurous type. Dink! There it was. Dink! Again. Through her half closed eyes Cathy caught a quick glimpse of shocking blonde hair barely over the top of a dune. Blonde hair was not exactly abundant in this Mayan jungle. "She's here." It was spoken very softly, so gently that it couldn't possibly carry more than to the bottom of Cathy's toes. After all the months, after all the planning, part two was now unfolding. Deep down, neither of them had never really thought it would happen. It was such a wild chance, a dubious venture. Now they would find where the young wife stood. They would find if the game playing, the incidents of the past two days, had taken effect. Could she be coerced? Would she be willing or wooden? Thirty minutes. They would all know in about thirty minutes. Amy hid and cried softly. As hard as she tried she couldn't suppress the sobs and they drifted gently over the dunes to reach the naked couple. Cathy felt Steve hesitate. It hadn't been lost on him. "Easy, baby. Easy. You knew it would be like this." The advice was softly whispered. Steve nodded. Yeah, he knew. Still...it wasn't easy. Amy thought she could control it. The urge to look, to glimpse once again at her tormentors. Who in their right mind wanted to see the adulterous cheating anyway! She couldn't resist. Every thirty seconds or so she barely lifted her head to see if the sordid scene in front of her was still going on, was still being allowed to persist. Amy couldn't tear her eyes or attention off the sordid disappointment in front of her. She never looked around her. Never behind her. All of her senses were directed at the hurtful scene only yards in front of her. Cathy did. Through slanted eyes she was searching in vain for their comrade in this. Finally, there. Way off the path to Amy's left. No telling how long he had been there, what he had witnessed so far. He was hiding and watching all three of them, waving his hand slowly in a signal. Cathy finally caught it and carefully formed a "V" with her right hand. That was the signal. Bob was telling her that he had a watching Amy in sight. Cathy was saying she was already aware. They all knew that, for whatever reason, the "watching" Amy had neither exposed herself nor fled the scene. For three of four, the news was good. It could not be better. Cathy softly relayed the information to the anxious ears just inches down from her mouth. "Show time, Sweetheart. Showtime." The three plotting friends could only hope for one word to describe the developing situation. Mesmerized. No matter how lurid, how disgusting the scene in front of her. No matter how hurt, how angry, how totally disappointed Amy was. Would she be so mesmerized and overwhelmed by what she saw and felt that she wouldn't respond to the depravity of it and run, so overwhelmed that she couldn't make a move in any direction or try to stop the scene in front of her. She had been so carefully primed, so prepared for this exact moment. It was hoped that Amy's hurt would somehow turned to erotic curiosity. If that happened, the experienced Bob and Cathy knew it would all start to turn. The curiosity, the erotism, her natural sexual reaction to it all would eventually permeate her senses. They knew that what was now Amy's damaged and dulled senses could soon be overwhelmed with the eroticism of it all. If they were fortunate, what was now perceived as hurtful cheating would slowly become a seductive magnet. It was time to take it further. Slowly, Cathy pulled on Steve's head. Lifting his body high enough to expose a hard cock artificially enhanced by a quick pill, Steve slowly slid up the pefect body in front of him. Trailing kisses alone the way, he stopped for several minutes to pay delightful homage to her perfect breasts. He wasn't flying by the seat of his pants. Cathy would casually turn her head and cover her mouth as if in ecstasy, only to give little suggestions, little instructions. She knew what women wanted! She was right on! The blonde crop popping up over the dune was no longer so intermittent. More and more it hesitated, making it visible to the searching Cathy. Amy was stunned, hurt, appaled at her husband's infidelity. Why couldn't she tear her eyes away from the nasty scene? Over the past few minutes they seemed to have taken on a mind of their own. They didn't want to close. Neither did her ears. The sounds were more and more audible, more intense. Suddenly, Amy witnessed "the plunge." Steven had suddenly dropped, burying his hard shaft deep into Cathy's waiting pussy. There were suddenly moans from four people. A soft one from behind the hidden dunes. And one more twenty yards away hidden in the bushes of the jungle. Amy's moan was quiet, hurtful, appalling. But more than that...resigning. If she had envisioned a sudden turnaround of events, it had not occurred. Bob's was even quieter, one of erotism and relief. He had seen what just went on with the wanton couple and how the distraught wife had reacted. Amy's head had dropped but she hadn't turned away. That was huge!! But the sounds coming from the parading couple by the waterfall was loud, uninhibited, a highly exaggerated audible announcement of the pleasure at hand. They both knew that their exaggerated moans and groans would be absorbed without being analyzed by the unhappy voyeur just yards away. A straight thinking person would notice the exaggerated sounds. Mesmerized. That was their plan. That Amy would reach the point that, no matter the hurt or disappointment, she would allow herself to be swept up in the erotism, her senses tantalized by the unmasked vulgarity of what she was watching. She had been carefully primed for months. Now, could they ignite an explosion? No. Not at first. Instead it was a quake within, a barely sensed movement of her legs. The crying had stopped, the hurt had not. How could they fuck in front of her like that? To allow her husband to rise and fall in such long strokes? To have Cathy wrap her legs hard around his waist in acceptance while their mouths hungrily searched for each other? To extract long, mournful sounds from each other as if it were their first time to experience such delight? Amy was hurting but was becoming very angry, too. By God, SHE had made him do that before, too. Many, many times!! He didn't have to act like he'd never been there, had never succumbed to a great piece of ass! Her great ass! Was that tiny trickle of sensation between her legs wonderment or anger? Should either sensation make her nipples be so sensitive and stand out as stiff as they were? Amy couldn't move. She knew she was exposing herself more and more but as the minutes went by that seemed to diminish in importance. She couldn't seem to close her eyes. Even through the watery eyes she could see perfectly, could see the slow, exaggerated strokes going in and out of Cathy's gyrating crotch. "That should be for me. I should be the one churning under his weight, moving my hips to meet his thrusts. It should be us, not them, making sweet love in front of a tropical waterfall." That's what she thought. That's not what she said. What came softly out of her mouth was, "Cheating son of a bitch! Conniving, cheating slut!!" Amy was stunned when she got a softly spoken, gentle reply!! It wasn't from the couple down below responding in an attempt to defend themselves. Instead, it was spoken softly from behind, from out of the jungle. Amy's attention to the scene down below had been so absorbed she had not detected Robert's stealthy approach from behind. She turned and went white, jerking down behind the little dune as if hiding herself from the couple below would relieve her of her situation. Her eyes flew open. Her mouth moved but no words came out. It wasn't just that she was caught, that she had been discovered watching the sordid mess in front of her. It was Robert! He had shed all clothing and was kneeling a few feet behind her with his massive, hard cock swinging menacingly in the air. "Is it really any different, Amy? Is it really any worse than what you and I did last night? Does it make any difference if she uses her pussy to bring off your husband or if I use my fingers to make you come?" Her mouth moved. Nothing. His hands moved. Now was the time to strike. He had been there before. At the moment, hesitation could be costly. He was right. Amy froze. She could only watch as without hesitation her shorts were slowly unbuttoned and slid down her legs in one smooth motion, down past her knees for further removal. "Does it make really any difference, Amy?" His voice was again soft, consoling. Questioning. And creating confusion. His left hand went to her right breast. When she instinctively moved her hands to protect herself, his right one quickly drew the tiny black string on her bottoms. It only took one. The other was rendered useless and the tiny black strip fell to the wayside. For Amy, it became a slow motion blur. In seconds she was undressed. In minutes, she lay on the sand being casually explored, fingers and mouth finding every possible offering. Not that she didn't make any attempt at all to fight him off. Not that she didn't oppose his sudden freedom with her. Not that she forget that she was in hiding and at times became vocal with her protest. Amy's Demise Ch. 02 It was just that her protests were so weak, so unconvincing. She never really knew when she resigned herself to her captor. He used his mouth where his fingers had played the night before. He used his fingers where his mouth wasn't. His hard cock stayed in waiting, swinging around in a menacing manner but not taking part in the battle of her senses. That was only for her temptation, reserved for later, for a certain circumstance. Twenty minutes. He would tease, extract moans, please her in ways she couldn't recognize from the past. But always, always, he would slide her up on the dune far enough that she could see the couple down below who were by then writhing in the sand in an unbridled display of ecstasy. Each time, the hidden couple would spend more and more time watching the erotic show below. Eventually Amy didn't want to tear her eyes away from them but she certainly wasn't going to pass that information to Robert. She didn't have to. He could see it, hear it, feel it from her responding body. Finally. No announcement. No formality. No nothing. The distraught, sexually saturated wife offered no resistance. What the hell! Pulled on her knees, Amy was entered from behind. Robert's hard cock started with gentle short thrusts at first, followed by long hard ones that buried his shaft to the hilt before grinding against Amy's ass in an exaggerated circle. Amy gasped at the uninvited cock invading her preciously saved pussy but it didn't hide a glowing realization. For the first time in many, many years the cock rocking her grasping pussy did not belong to Steve Matthews. Amy was being taken by a total stranger. How about that, you son of a bitch?? Serves you right!! Let me see how YOU like it. Robert read her mind. Slowly, he guided them forward so that she could see the cheating, devious couple below. Her asshole husband, his whorish partner! Amy never realized how much she and Robert had become exposed to the couple below. While they watched the two below Bob became more physical with his new captive, shoving harder and harder into her and spreading her legs with his knees to go as deep as possible. Then he would back them down, away from the scene below. Each time a little slower, exposing them more and more to the couple below. Again. Then back. Over and over. Each time a little more exposed, a little more hesitation before he eased her back. If the two down below hadn't seen them in action it certainly wasn't his fault! Again. This time...nothing!! Amy gasped! They were both gone. Disappeared. Amy had never seen the little signal, the information being sent to the partners below that their well planned episode had resulted in one hundred percent success. But down below what had first been only glimpses of the top of Amy's blonde head as it bobbed up and down had turned to full exposure of her head, her face contorted in anguish and her body obviously rocking at the impact of each hard thrust. They had done it! There was no doubt that Amy was reacting to the swollen cock that was not only rocking her head but also her previously protected world!! They all three knew there was no way Amy Matthews was going to turn back, was going to refuse any offering no matter how repugnant or repulsive. If she were allowing Robert to put her on her knees behind a sand dune and slam into her unmercifully she was well past the point that anything offered would be less than erotic...intensely pleasurable. No matter how sordid or how obvious an audience. Slowly Robert slowly rolled her over on top of him, keeping her ass glued to his stomach, her legs spread wide, her naked front totally exposed to the world while revealing his cock still buried deep inside her. It was there to see...her pulsating pussy grasping the hard shaft, her tiny ass visibly puckering with each stroke. Amy couldn't speak, couldn't react. For all she had been through she was still totally stunned! She was looking straight into the face of her astonished husband not five feet away!! Steve knew it was happening. He fully realized that their long planned dream had been fulfilled. He knew another man's cock had been invading his wife's pussy. But until he had actually seen it, he still would never have believed it. Even now. Even with his old friend's cock so obviously buried deep inside of his wife's pussy! Amy mistook the reaction on his face. She thought that his look was one of shock, of hurt. She thought that she had at that very moment just been caught, that she had just been discovered! Caught with another man's cock shoved deep inside of her. Cheating!!! She thought that all of the foreplay and scandalous action from the days before, her "accidental" discovery of the debauchery down below, the uninvited abuse of her body by Robert...she innocently assumed that her loving husband knew nothing of all of this. Any of this! She thought that he was flabbergasted at what he saw. Was hurt beyond his will to survive it. She looked more deeply into her husband's eyes. And more. Then why was he so hard? Was the look on his face one of wonderment, of gratitude, instead of anger and hurt like hers had been? Why was he not irate? For the silent Steve, he wondered how his cock could surge as it did at the scene in front of him when it was already so stiff. More likely it was just his senses that did the surging. There was no spoken urging. That would have dulled the moment, created questions in her mind. This was still sensitive. Instead, there was just an unspoken invitation. SHARING IS CARING "Would you care to join us, Steven?" Simply by opening his hand and gesturing, the quiet, wordless suggestion came from Robert. After all the planning, the hopeful thoughts...words were no longer necessary. Amy's mouth flew open. She thought she was well past the point of being surprised, that nothing could be a shock to her senses. But this? She had seen the silent invitation, the gesture for Steve to join them. She watched as Steve smiled and slowly stroked his hard cock. Even then she had no idea the depth of all this, the planned depravity, the final objective. It wasn't just that he was going to have her along with his old friend. Instead, everybody except Amy knew that hopefully this was just a beginning...that there would be dozens of such erotic adventures in her future. The glass had been broken. The lock had been removed. Perhaps the treasure door would be opened for many to taste. Steve kneeled down. "What's your pleasure?" Bob offered. There was no answer. They had been through this many times. Steve knew that Robert was enjoying Amy's pussy for the first time. Let it be. He had a special interest...one denied him for years. Steven gently lifted Amy off Robert and turned her over, putting her stomach to stomach with Robert and allowing him to penetrate her pussy to the max once again. Now she was back on top of Bob, riding him slowly with her ass exposing a gently invitation to Steven. Amy was so saturated mentally that she wasn't absorbing it all. In an hour she had gone from being a repentant, cheating spouse doused in guilt to being a distraught wife watching her husband screw another woman. Then, with no notice, she was being fucked by a stranger before being offered as a sex toy to be shared by her willing husband and that same stranger. In one of her ears Steve encouraged her, speaking softly into her ear about how sexy she was, how the excitement she emulated could not be described by mere words. He was telling the truth and she knew it. During it all, Bob kissed and nibbled the other ear, softly backing up Steve's assessment of the bride, reminding her of how anxious she was for fulfillment and encouraging her to rid herself of all boundaries. Amy was bewildered by it all, her senses totally devastated by the sexual overload...the gently whispered guidance. All she could ingest at the present was the four hands fondling her body, the unthought of pleasures that those hands and two mouths could create. Not to mention Bob's hard cock lying very still inside of her, gently allowing her to ride up and down as she pleased. So many hands. So many mouths. So much distraction. There was little concern when Robert's hands finally reached down and slowly spread the cheeks of her undulating ass. She was not privy to the secret look and nod the two men had given each other. Amy moaned loudly. She couldn't suppress the surprised pleasure when her husband's tongue flicked gently at the little rose bud protecting her sacred anal entry. They were in no hurry. This could last for an hour. The men knew that. Amy found that out. The teasing, the anxious hard cock lying in wait for her total surrender...it all finally took it's toll. Over a period of time she was ready to totally succumb. They teased, made her hold back. There was one more thing. She wasn't quite ready yet. There was still one more surprise. Steve leaned back only a few feet. When he reached his hand back, a small tube was placed in it by a forgotten party, a player who was intentionally hidden at first, staying away from the sexual coupling in front of her. Cathy knew that at the moment she would only complicate things, cause Amy unnecessary embarrassment that could wreck their plans. If this ever involved her at all it would be later. Much later. Steve squeezed the small tube, generously covering his extended cock before slowly sliding that same hand up and down Amy's exposed ass. She felt the soft cream covering her entire crevice as it was spread but there was no alarm...no connection. Not yet! Steve was ready. A slow nod to Robert. They had been there so many times before. Amy felt several hard, sudden thrusts from Robert's hard cock then a sudden halt, leaving her own gyrations to be the only movement. Slowly, the approach. Just a gentle touch, much more an introduction than anything else. Amy felt the swollen head as it slipped up and down her inviting ass, her slippery crevice adjusting as he explored. Then slowly and perfectly placed, the anxious head quietly and gently nudged her unsuspecting anus. As in the past, there would be no forcing of the issue...no unwanted entry. Instead, only a gentle invitation. The swollen head quietly informed the soft innocent Amy, "I'm here." The gauntlet had been thrown out. Would she respond? Then again, although it would not be a forced issue but there were certainly no rules forbidding gentle persuasions to lead the innocent wife into this new depravity. A gentle, coaxing invitation to a new world. Robert sought her mouth and resumed a slow thrusting, his cock barely moving in her, slowly coaxing her ass to continue as it had, to return to her own gently heaving thrusts barely accentuated by the tiny circles she couldn't seem to control. Steve didn't force. He only kissed the back of her neck and silently invited her involvement. He never pushed. Instead, Amy felt him nudge her ass gently with the head of his cock and she sucked in her breath. It was very obviously an invitation. A suggestion to move further into depravity. Had she really lowered herself to this level? Could her good girl morals accept this as pleasure, even if her body did? Was there no end now to her decadence? She wanted so badly to be able to defend her actions, to justify her unhindered fall into the clutches of the conspiring partners. To be able to at least mentally defend her total loss of chastity. But she knew differently. Her point of no return was already short history. More of a result of her own gyrating motion than any pressure from her two partners she felt Steve's swollen head slowly enter her, stretching her sphincter to the max. "A-a-a-u-u-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h-h." She whimpered a low groan. The two men weren't surprised . There was no way he could enter her without at least some discomfort, no matter how sexually immersed she was. Even though Robert wasn't moving at all there was already one swollen shaft down there, each stretching a membrane to the max. Even in her discomfort, Amy felt the close proximity of the two cocks as they stretched her. Steve held his poise and still didn't invade. He only gently introduced. Both men knew that once the head was in he would offer no more. Today was her first time. Although there would be discomfort, all three of the conspirators knew that, at the moment, her objection would be more moral than physical. Later, with all of her inhibitions washed to the side, the two men would show her the way. All the way! They was right. Even now, after a few minutes of receiving both men, it was still too much for Amy. It wasn't so much the unexpected pain, the intense pressure invading her rectum. It was more the sensuous aurora of it all...the simultaneous moans, the groans, the sudden excitement of the erotic double entry she had always thought a myth. It took a little time of gentle persuasion but slowly everything seemed to gently meld. The gentleness of her two suitors, the innumerous kisses and words being softly spoken into her ears. She should have felt violated. The conspiring three would have certainly thought so! Had expected it! Instead, slowly she felt like a pampered queen! The sensation of the two cocks simultaneously tantalizing her senses was gradually overcoming the uncomfortable pressure, the burning of her ass stretching around Steve's gentle lubricated cock. It was hard to physically react being sandwiched in between the two men but she did. Soon both men felt her attempt to shove down and back on each their shafts. Slowly they timed it so that she could do just that...accept each cock as it penetrated her almost one on one, each cock giving her a certain pleasure at a certain time. Ten minutes. It took ten minutes. Bob and Steve had been there before. So had Cathy. Still, it was a shock! Assuming Amy would react in a positive manner at all, they knew what to expect from her. A massive, explosive orgasm that bordered on nasty! It amazed them that, when it happened, she came it was so slowly, so deeply. They had assumed an explosion. What they got was a shuddering, never-ending soft surrender of her body to their offering. Was it possible for a female orgasm to go on for five minutes? Surely not. Was she ever going to stop coming? Steve and Bob wondered, grimacing at each other. She was slowly tearing them up, draining every bit of manhood they could muster as they tried to sustain from coming so soon. They couldn't hold back. After coming the first time only the Viagra only prevented them from gimping out, from being exposed as the weak link in the coupling. Their sensitive cocks couldn't help but feel her continuing gyrations but it was becoming less than pleasurable...almost painful. That was the physical part. Mentally, all three partners were overwhelmed! From her hidden perch Cathy wondered how Amy was doing it, how she had such self control. Christ! Lying just feet behind the exhibition with her fingers slowly pleasing her swollen clit, Cathy had already come much harder than Amy...twice!! Amy had no idea that she had stolen control from the conniving trio...that over a period of just minutes she owned them. Not the other way around. Her attempt to grasp each offering as it entered and then retreated had created a nonstop internal undulation within her heaving body that was way too much for her two benefactors. The men acknowledged her prowess, knew she had made them the vessels of her pleasure and were thrilled about it. How could their plans have happened any better? She had first succumbed her innocence to them then slowly took control. Amy reveled in her new environment. Through the pressure and slight burning she loved the never-ending kisses, the whispers in both ears that always ended with a tiny nibble on her ear lobes. And the fact that Cathy was watching somewhere, having to live with what she saw! Eat this, bitch!! Careful, Amy. Careful with your words and thoughts. Be careful for what you wish! But more and more she was realizing the effects of two cocks. No matter how carefully Steve and Robert had planned on controlling the anal entry, planning only to tease her with a glimpse of what could be, she had slowly absorbed more and more of the hard intrusion. There was pressure. There had been pain. Now, it was a temptation. She had reacted naturally to the immense pleasure permeating her senses from so many places. It had slowly reached a point when her rotating, undulating, grasping receptors had became too much for the experienced men. She knew when Steve had shot first. Her tight ass grasping then releasing his cock was too much. But he didn't get soft. The chemicals he had taken in his mouth prevented that. He would stay with her, pleasing her, as long as what she was experiencing was pleasure. He had no intention of penetrating her ass any further. It wasn't long before the same gyrating ass, the warm pussy grasping then releasing in reaction to the two cocks, caught up with Robert. He was too deep inside of her for Steve to feel his come as it spurted deep inside his young wife. Minutes before, Robert was certain he had felt Steve's. After a while Steve offered to pull out. He would step aside, leaving it to the experimenting couple and their straight fuck. "Wait! Wait!" Amy moaned softly. It wasn't begging. It was more an appreciative suggestion to him. Amy wasn't through. There was more of her to give. "Not yet," she moaned softly. "Not yet!" She had already entered the forbidden gates of hell. She might as well get the most out of it! Besides, the adjustment had been made. The sensations she was now experiencing was definitely not pain! She reveled in the closeness of the two men. When she shoved back against Steve it was very obvious. Robert smiled. Amy was gone. Totally decadent. Oh, she would never freely flaunt herself but he knew that, at her own beckoning, she would be open to most suggestions that her husband might offer. And Robert already knew that was where that option would always and forever stay...with Steve. After this cruise he, Robert Dorsett, would enjoy her again only if life took them that way. But he would never again be an instigator. After today he would never ask. He knew that for the rest of the cruise it would be a non ending fuckfest for all four of them. After that, he would only be an anxious and willing prospect like all others. That had to be left totally to the young couple. They were friends. After this initial conquest, as in years past sex would be secondary in the two men's relationship. He looked at his own wife a few feet away. Cathy shrugged. Now that it was right down to it she didn't know what to do. If it were the right thing to do she would softly dissappear from the scene. Then again...? Robert mused the situation. He raised an eyebrow to his wife and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "You think?" After all, at the moment Amy was totally destroyed from a morality standpoint and sexually saturated to a point of no return. They all knew she would stay that way as long as they wished. And, at the moment, all three of them knew that nothing would be off limits. Nothing. Amy didn't know that because nothing else had been offered, wasn't yet a part of her present temptation, wasn't included in her present debauchery. Over the next few days it would be, but not now. Cathy wisely shook her head. Not now. There was still four more days and nights left on this cruise. Maybe. Maybe. She picked up her clothes and quietly left. She would quietly retire to Robert's ATV and leave this bewildered bride to her own vices. There was going to be a time very shortly when this all ended. It was already going to be awkward enough among the three of them as they dressed. She sure didn't want to make it worse with her presence. Amy's Demise Ch. 02 Just as she walked away she heard Amy began a slow, mournful utterance that within seconds elevated to the point that it permeated the jungle. Cathy didn't help but stop and look back. She couldn't pull her eyes away from Amy as the young wife's body suddenly froze in midair, then visibly shuddered before convulsing violently on the two cocks. The sudden, unfettered shrill scream that jolted the woods out of it's solitude told Cathy and the rest of the world that the young wife had finally, totally surrendered to her pleasure. Now THAT was the orgasm they had all anticipated, the one announcing her total demise into her new decadent world. Cathy smiled. It was tempting. She even took a few steps back towards the undulating mass of bodies before hesitating, then retreating. As far as she and their new partners were concerned, now was not the time. There would be another time. Soon. After all, they would be right next to stateroom M-34 for four more glorious days!! THE END Or is it? Tell me!