28 comments/ 118004 views/ 56 favorites Jaime and Mike's Unexpected Cruise By: bobfr "Love, exciting and new . . ." As Jaime and Mike Fisher stepped off the plane into the jet way in Ft. Lauderdale, they were enveloped by Florida's sweltering heat and sticky humidity. Only three hours earlier they had boarded a small commuter jet in Moline, Illinois. Before the plane could depart, it had to be deiced by spraying the leading edges of the wings and other critical areas with a pressurized foam. For the attractive, excited couple – who could have cared less about the weather they left behind in Iowa and Illinois – this would be an unimaginable adventure. They had abruptly flown to Florida to board Royal Caribbean's huge ship, "The Freedom of the Seas," for a 7-day tropical cruise; their very first. Unlike all of the other passengers, this cruise wasn't something they had planned. The opportunity was presented to Mike just two days earlier when his co-worker, Andy Simpson, also an aviation mechanic, approached him at work in the big maintenance hanger. "Hey Mike, got a minute?" "Sure, Andy, what's on your mind?" "I want to talk with you about our cruise." That sure didn't surprise Mike. It seemed as if they hadn't talked about hardly anything else lately but the cruise that Andy and his pretty wife, Judy, were leaving on in just two days. He couldn't imagine what more Andy had to tell him. Andy sat down on a metal step of a movable work staircase. "We got a problem, Mike," Andy said as he looked up with big sad eyes. "Judy's dad was rushed to the hospital last night and she drove over to Des Moines this morning. He's going to be operated on tomorrow so, guess what? No cruise for us. I was a cheap, stupid ass and didn't buy cruise insurance." "That's too bad Andy, sorry about Judy's dad and about your cruise, too." "Look. I was thinking that this might be an opportunity for you and Jaime." He saw the quizzical expression on Mike's face, stood up, and explained. "You give me five hundred dollars and I'll call and transfer our cruise over to you, that way I won't lose everything and you guys get a fantastic deal. Hell, you can fly to Florida for free, just like we were going to. You've got the time coming, Mike. If Jaime can also take a week off from her call-center job and you can arrange for someone to take care of the kids, then you'll be set. What do you say?" He asked enthusiastically. Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing. Most of their friends and family had taken cruises – many of them several times – and, without exception, they all loved them. Jaime and Mike had assumed that it wouldn't be possible for them to sail off in the blue Caribbean for years, now he was being presented with an opportunity that seemed too good to be true. "Two days isn't much time to prepare." "It's a fucking cruise, Mike." Said Andy, obviously exasperated. He dropped his arms in front of him with palms up, as if to say, 'what's wrong with you?' But, he bit his tongue and said instead, "grab some cutoffs, trunks, an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny bikini and shorts for Jaime, a couple of sexy dresses for her at night and you're ready to sail." "Let me call her." Jaime Fisher – Wilson before she was married – had lived in Davenport, Iowa all of her thirty-four years of life. She and Mike had married right after high school, fifteen years ago. They had two children, Billy who was fourteen and Jane nine. The long, cold, gray winter days were getting harder and harder for Jaime to endure. She envied their friends like Andy and Judy Simpson – maybe not exactly friends but acquaintances for many years – who could somehow manage to take an annual break, in the dead of winter, and head south to warmth, sunshine and sapphire blue skies. Jaime was on her morning break in the canteen room when her cell phone rang. "Hi honey," she answered, when she saw that it was Mike calling. "Are you sitting down?" "As a matter of fact I am." "Well, you won't believe this. Andy just told me that Judy's dad's in the hospital and they're not going on their cruise." "That's too bad," said Jaime without much interest in what her husband had said. "Too bad for them but maybe, just maybe, it's great for us." "What are you talking about?" She asked as she sat up straighter in the metal chair. "Baby, you won't believe it," he said with enthusiasm in his voice that she hadn't heard for sometime. "Andy has offered us their cabin for five hundred dollars . . . only five hundred dollars and we can, of course, fly to Florida for free." "You've got to be kidding. Just, five hundred dollars for a week's cruise?" Mike was right. She couldn't believe it. "I'm not kidding baby but we only have two days before we leave." He reminded his wife who seemed much more interested in the proposition than he had expected her to be. Jaime was excited about something for the first time in days, maybe weeks, maybe even months. "I know I can get time off here and because Andy is your lead mechanic, well, he has obviously given you the time. I'm sure that my mom and dad would love to come over and take care of the kids," she said confidently. "Should I call them?" With a few telephone calls it was arranged for Jaime and Mike to take time off and for her folks to stay at their house and watch the kids. An hour later Mike told Andy, "I think we're all set." Mike smiled and handed Andy his check for five hundred dollars. "That's fucking great man." Andy couldn't complete a sentence without saying 'fucking' this and 'fucking' that. "Okay, I'll call the agency right now and switch everything over to you guys. Do you have passports?" "Yes we do but they've never been used." "Pop home at lunch and get the numbers for me. Like I told you before, Lifestyles has pretty much taken over the ship, so most, if not all, of the passengers will be swingers." Mike remembered that Andy had told him about the annual swinger's cruise months ago. It would be a huge problem if he told Jaime what kind of a cruise it was. Until now he had blocked the swinger issue from his mind. He knew she would think it was just another one of his crazy schemes to get her to open up and go along with some of the wild things he had been suggesting to her for more than a year. "So Mike, is the swinger thing okay?" Andy asked him with real concern. "Yeah, I guess so," he said, tentatively, knowing that it wasn't okay at all. "Mike, have you told Jaime it's a swinger cruise?" He asked as if he were a prosecutor questioning a terrorist suspect. "No. No, I haven't," he answered somewhat sheepishly. "Oh, oh. Shit, that'll be trouble. I mean the pools are clothing optional on this cruise. Dancing will be unlike any dancing you two have ever seen. You sure you still want to go? I can give you your check back," Andy said as he held out Mike's check. Mike didn't hesitate. He held his hands up in front of him, took a step back and shook his head. "You keep the check. We want to go." He thought that this would be the perfect place for his wholesome wife to remove many of her lifelong inhibitions. "Pal, you better be sure about this. I'm warning you Mike . . ." he said almost ominously, "I mean if you get on that ship, Jaime will get fucked. Pardon my straight talk but if she's not menstruating, she'll get fucked. I know that's what you want but you've told me a thousand times that she doesn't." "She won't be having her period," he said with certainty. "And, yes Andy, I want that to happen and, you're also right that she doesn't but . . . well, I just thought this might be the best place for it to happen." "Oh it will happen all right," Andy said without equivocation. Then he cautioned, "you just better be sure that's what you want." "That's what I want, like I said, but how can you be so sure that it will happen?" He asked with a tinge of scepticism. "Trust me. You'll be away from home. Being on a cruise is one of the most romantic places in the world. Women just can't resist being seduced there. And, someone who looks like Jaime, I mean . . . well think about it Mike, she'll be the best looking and hottest woman on the ship, hands down. Let's face it. Some of the smoothest men in the world will be constantly hitting on her. By the time the ship gets back to Florida she'll have been fucked dozens, maybe even a hundred times," he declared with confidence. "I don't see how that's even possible, I mean dozens of times, even a hundred times?" Before Andy could respond, Mike added, "and certainly not Jaime. Andy, you know she's never screwed anybody else and, guess what, I doubt that she will on this trip." "Oh one hundred times is possible my friend. She will get fucked a lot, believe me," Andy said. "Look. The agency has made all the arrangements for everything. The people seated at your dinner table will all be seasoned swingers. The last couple of years, Judy's had a thing for . . . oh never mind, you'll figure it out soon enough. Every cabin on your deck, and probably all of the others too, will be occupied by couples that fuck around. Mike, I can guarantee that before you finish the first dinner some guy's going to hit on Jaime big time." Andy accepted the fact that Mike didn't want to hear more. He shrugged his shoulders, folded the check and placed it in the pocket of his work shirt knowing that he had told his friend, in good faith, almost everything there was to tell about the impending cruise. "Suit yourself but you can't say I didn't warn you." Mike and Andy had worked together for nearly ten years and had become good friends even though they had little in common other than: their work, the fact that they lived in Davenport, Iowa and were each married to a beautiful woman. There, the similarities ended. Andy and Judy had no children. They were a few years older than the Fishers and they were major league party animals. Years before Andy had confessed to Mike that they had also become swingers. Andy took full advantage of his flying privileges and almost every month they were flying off to attend this party or visit that club. When they returned, Andy would regale Mike with tales of their adventures, mostly Judy's adventures, and Mike envied Andy. Mike never held what they were doing against them, in fact he was intrigued by it, but when he first told Jaime that the Simpsons were swinging, she about had a fit and didn't talk with either Andy or Judy for months. As time went by, she accepted what they did for recreation but that wasn't for her, and it never would be, she had told herself. Chapter 2 "Come aboard we're expecting you . . ." Jaime and Mike grabbed a cab at the airport and told the driver to take them to "The Freedom of the Seas." This would be the Haitian cabbies' seventh trip to the cruise ship that day. Like cabbies all over the world, he knew everything that was going on in his city, and he knew that most of the Freedom's passengers on this special cruise, were swingers. He could hardly believe that the beautiful woman in his back seat, laughing at nearly everything her husband said, was a swinger. She looked so innocent. Oh well, he thought enviously, lots of guys are going to have fun with her on this trip, wish I could be one of them. Jaime and Mike were impressed with how smoothly everything went when they checked in. Each of them was struck with how much easier it had been for thousands of excited passengers to clear passport control, be processed and checked aboard the giant, gleaming white ship than it had been for fewer than a hundred passengers to clear security at the Quad-Cities Airport and board the small, crowded plane to Florida. They were on the fifth deck in room 5227. Their compact interior cabin was okay with both of them; a double bed pushed into a corner, a bathroom with a small shower, not a tub. They were so excited to finally be on board the glistening, white ship – that they thought was more like a city than a ship – the location and size of their cabin was unimportant. Within minutes of their arrival, the two black roller bags were brought to their room by a porter. They quickly unpacked and settled into the room that would be home for the next seven nights and days. Jaime and Mike both wore jeans and T-shirts for the flight. The jackets they were wearing when they boarded their plane were inadequate to warm them and protect them from the weather when they departed. But they were way too heavy to be used where they were going, so they were packed away for seven days. Jaime hadn't really brought much with her; what Andy had suggested to Mike almost become her packing list. Two brand-new dresses for night time. They were not dresses that she would have chosen but dresses that Mike thought were appropriate for tropical nights. One was black, fell to mid-thigh and was very low cut. The other was yellow, just as short as the black dress, with spaghetti straps over her bare shoulders and buttoned down the front. Two pairs of high heel sandals were purchased for the evenings that bared her painted toes. A couple of pairs of short shorts, one white and one khaki, two bikinis, one white and one black – which they talked about for a long time before purchasing because she had never worn anything but a one-piece bathing suit in her life. Flip flops and new white tennis shoes completed her wardrobe. She remembered that when she had taken out three bras and five sets of panties, Mike asked, "what are these for?" "Well, duh, my underwear." "And, why do you need those? We're going to the tropics." "Mike. I don't care where we're going. I'm going to wear a bra and panties under everything but a swimming suit." For more than a year he had been urging her to dispense with underwear. He wanted her to be freer, so he said, and sexier. Sometimes she did go without them just to make him happy and to put an end his begging. Finally, the underwear remained in her dresser drawer, not in her black canvas roller bag. She had to admit that it did feel very daring to go without them, especially being pantie-less. She could actually go braless without a problem – unless her nipples were on high beams as Mike called it – because they were still perky and nearly as firm as when they first met. They were like two teenagers as they explored and discovered the huge vessel. There were enough elevator lobbies to move the huge population of passengers up and down the fifteen levels without having to wait very long. They were told that the casino was closed and wouldn't open until they were sailing in international waters. Shops, lounges and cafes were everywhere. They discovered where the dining room and the theater were at the opposite ends of the floating city. The enormous dining room was on two levels and occupied the rear – or to be nautically accurate, the stern – of the ship while the very large, tiered theater, that reminded them of pictures they had seen of Las Vegas casino theaters, was located forward or at the bow of the ship. Jaime was so caught up in discovery that she didn't notice that this group of passengers was much less inhibited – in both apparel and behavior – than a more traditional group would have been. How was she to know that almost everyone she saw was a swinger? She couldn't have known, because her husband hadn't told her, that most of the men and women she saw were there primarily to have sex with people to whom they weren't married. She didn't notice hands on asses as couples strolled by, or even couples passionately making out in the lounges at five in the afternoon. They were thrilled as they stood at the rail on a top deck and watched as the 160,000 ton ship – that seemed so large to them as to be immovable – pulled away from the dock and out into the channel. They had been watching as the lines that held the ship to the dock were released. The giant ship was no longer tethered, it was free, it was on its own. At that moment Jaime felt that she too was freer than she had ever been. With each foot they moved away from land she felt less constrained than she could remember. Did all of the rules she had been taught still apply to this new, floating world. She wondered. They watched until the people turned into specks and then disappeared. Even though they were moving slowly, they kept looking until the buildings and the land from which they had left vanished from their sight. Maybe Andy was right, Mike thought, when they returned to their room. Jaime stripped off her clothes, leaned against the door and pulled him to her. She was kissing him more intently – desperately even – than he could ever remember, urging him on with her tongue, her hands, her thighs and pelvis. She unbuckled his belt, pulled down his jeans and along with them his boxers, dropped to her knees and took his tumescent penis between her moist lips and sucked him inside her mouth until her nose was buried in the cushion of his crinkly pubic hair. Her tongue and cheeks went to work. It didn't take long for him to warn her as he always did, "stop baby I'm . . . I'm about to cum." She took his hard wet cock out of her mouth, nearly choking it in her hands, looked up at him with pleading, hooded eyes and begged him, for the very first time, "please, please come in my mouth," then she opened her mouth again, engulfed him and sucked him while cupping his swollen balls until he couldn't hold off any longer. He emptied his warm semen into her oral cavity as she swallowed voraciously. "What was that all about?" She seemed almost shy, a dribble of his sticky ejaculate seeped from the corner of her mouth. "Just wanted to do something nice for my husband that I've never done before. Thanks for this cruise baby. Maybe I can come up with a few more ideas," she said lewdly. "Oh baby, there are a lot of things . . . a lot of things that I can think of for you to do to be nice to me." "Yes, honey, I know all of the things you want me to do . . . " "Well?" She didn't answer him. After a few minutes he said, "turn about is fair play," then he carried her to the bed and buried his face between her legs. This time his tongue and his lips danced with her nether lips and un-hooded nubbin until she screamed out, "I'm coming." He stood at the end of the bed and looked at her supine form in amazement, even though he had seen her naked and freshly satisfied thousands of times before. She truly was magnificent. Andy was right. She would be the most beautiful woman on the ship; she always was anywhere. She was four inches shorter than his height and stood at 5'6," but when she was wearing her highest heels they were about the same. And, while he had gained more than thirty pounds during their marriage and now weighed nearly 200 pounds, she weighed the same as she had the day they married, 120 pounds. Her boobs were B cups which was just fine with him. She wondered, like most women, if she wasn't on the small side but he reassured her that she was really perfect. Her legs were long, her high waist narrow and her tummy flat. For the last six months, at his urging, she had kept her pussy bare except for a small, shaped brunette tuft above her cleft. As perfect as her figure was, her face was her best feature: Big, deep-blue eyes that could smile even when her full lips – that were made to be kissed – didn't even move. Lustrous brown hair fell to a couple of inches below her creamy shoulders and framed her movie-star beautiful face. The total package was breathtaking and made to be starred at. They had discovered sex together but the Iowa girl was still an Iowa girl. He had tried everything to add a new spark to their lovemaking and, finally, concluded that he needed more than just the two of them to take their sex to a forbidden place that had been his fantasy for years. For some reason, he wanted to watch her get fucked by other men and had told her so. She was furious with him when he first mentioned it to her. She was sure that he must be having an affair and needed to assuage his guilt by offering her the freedom to do what, she assumed, he had already done. Eventually, she came to accept the fact that he hadn't strayed and for some strange reason he really did want her to reach a level of sexual satisfaction that couldn't be experienced with only one very familiar partner. Jaime and Mike's Unexpected Cruise He was reminded that, sexually, she was very special indeed. He knew that most women were able to experience clitoral orgasms, far fewer were able to reach vaginal orgasms and very few women ejaculated when they climaxed. Jaime always climaxed vaginally, clitorally and usually ejaculated. There was no debate about whether or not she had a Grafenberg (G) Spot at the top and toward the front of her vagina, she did have a cluster of nerves there that could be easily stimulated by Mike's fingers or his cock. Mike knew that his penis was nothing special in girth or length but it was very special to Jaime; it was the only one she had ever seen in the flesh, the only one she had ever touched, the only one to enter her pussy, her mouth or her ass. Mike's was the only penis to ever ejaculate deep inside her, the only one to cause her to reach mind-shattering, seismic, gushing climaxes. They stretched out and slept for an hour until they were awakened by the announcement of a muster drill. Even the drill for these first-time cruisers was exciting as they quickly dressed, retrieved the bright orange vests from the closet and then followed the crowd two decks below to their assigned muster station where they received instructions on what to do if there was an emergency at sea. When they returned to their cabin, they continued their naps that had been interrupted by the muster drill. Chapter 3 "Love, life's sweetest reward." It was eight in the evening when they awakened. Jaime read the schedule for the first night and said, "honey we're missing the welcome aboard cocktail party, want to try to make it?" He knew that before the day was over Jaime would know that this was a Lifestyles Cruise. For certain she would be really pissed at him for not telling her and giving her a choice about going. He thought that it couldn't hurt to delay her learning about what kind of cruise they were on so he responded, "let's just get dressed for dinner and skip the cocktail party." She took her time getting dressed and when they left the cabin an hour later she was perfect. She wore the black dress and black strappy sandals and nothing else but a small black purse attached to a gold chain that she slung over her right shoulder. The purse contained her door entry card, gloss lipstick, a small flat hair pick and blush. Mike knew that she would never have gone out in public wearing the black dress at home. He wore khakis, loafers and a blue polo shirt. They were the first to be shown to their table, #96, by a waiter named Guillermo from Panama, according to his name tag. Guillermo was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white bow tie. Their round table was on the main level, almost in the middle of the huge room, and set for eight people. They were excited as they had their choice of seats. Neither Jaime nor Mike had ever sat at a table setting with a greater variety of forks and knives from which to select. Guillermo, with an elegant flourish, like a matador with his cape, thought Jaime, unfolded and placed the napkin across her lap. A minute later, Guillermo led another couple to the table to join them. The woman sat down next to Mike on his right and her husband on the woman's right. Though Jaime tried to be discreet, she knew that her mouth dropped open and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise and disapproval, when she realized that the very black woman with short, short hair was wearing a cream-colored dress that was so sheer you could clearly see her areolas and nipples. Jaime thought the gown was more suited for the bedroom than the dining room. She was sure that had she been paying closer attention before the woman sat down, she would also know if the black woman shaved her pubes. The handsome black man said, "I'm Raymond, this is my wife, Flo." "Jaime and Mike," Mike responded. "This your first cruise?" Mike asked. It was Flo who said excitedly, "we've been on two other cruises but this is our first Lifestyles cruise." Mike saw the perplexed look on Jaime's face at Flo's strange answer to his question and realized that he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from Jaime for much longer just what kind of a cruise they were on. To change the line of the conversation Mike asked. "Where are you guys from?" "Seattle," Raymond answered. "You?" Jaime spoke, "we live in the Quad Cities. Well," she laughed and continued, "we live in one of the Quad Cities, we live in Davenport, Iowa. We have two kids, a fourteen-year-old boy and a nine-year old daughter. Mike's an aviation mechanic and I've been working at a call center to help out since the economy turned." Mike was surprised by all of the information she had volunteered. Normally, she wasn't so talkative, especially to strangers. Flo smiled and offered, "Raymond's a lawyer. We don't have any children. This is a second marriage for both of us." Just then the waiter returned leading two black men to their table. One of them sat next to Jaime and the other next to his friend. They were both big and handsome with shaved heads and were well dressed. Mike thought that they probably played ball in college a few years before or even pro. "I'm Blake Bishop," the man sitting next to Jaime said, "and this ugly guy is Derrick, my twin brother." Everybody laughed, as they were expected to, because both men were very handsome. "We're from Los Angeles," Derrick chimed in. Everyone leaned and shook hands in an awkward way and in no particular order but, somehow, it all worked out. Guillermo led the final couple to their table, a tall thin gorgeous black woman, who looked like a fashion model holding the arm of a tall black man with an Obama haircut and a mustache. The woman was wearing a dress that seemed more like a slip than a dress – in a different way it was as daring as Flo's frock. They soon learned that her attractive companion was not her husband – even though she explained that she was married, just not married to her cruise companion. This information shocked Jaime whose warning radar was sweeping the table and whose inner-voice was screaming, 'what's going on here?' Vanessa and Alexander were from New York City. Leather-covered dinner menus were handed to the eight diners and the next few minutes were spent deciding what each wanted to order. The menu would have impressed the most discriminating gourmet and so it was spectacular to the novice cruisers from the Midwest. For a few minutes Jaime's concerns were placed on hold as she and Mike discussed the menu and what seemed especially appetizing. They decided to share a couple of dishes. When her shrimp cocktail was set before her, she could have sworn that she could feel Blake's long thigh pressing against her own. Even the black man's knee and the outside of his calf came in contact with her corresponding anatomy. While Jaime had fended off flirts since she was fourteen, nothing like this had ever happened to her in her life. She understandably assumed that she must be mistaken; the man's moves must have been innocent, so she scooted a little closer to Mike. However, the seating at the table was very tight and there wasn't really anyplace for her to move. Blake just smiled at her and slid even closer to her. He chuckled softly when he saw her cheeks turn beet red. Then, he pressed his muscled black thigh even closer to hers and felt her recoil. To make his intentions crystal clear and his interest in her unmistakable, he boldly placed his big black hand on her warm bare thigh which was followed by him slipping off his Italian loafer and running his long bare toes over the top of her foot. Jaime was so horrified she thought she might choke on the shrimp she was trying to chew and swallow. Dealing with something like this was way beyond her experience. She didn't want to cause a scene on the first night of the cruise and spoil everything but, she was already getting the idea that there was something going on here that Mike hadn't told her about. Maybe there was a reason why the tickets were so cheap, she thought. And then it hit her with the force of a Tsunami wave. Of course, Andy and Judy were swingers. This must be a swinger's cruise. As she scanned the table again and then looked at the other tables in the dinning room, it was obvious that this wasn't an ordinary cruise. Flo and Vanessa's attire weren't extreme by the daringly, dress standards displayed by the other women she could see in the dining room. They would be at sea for two days before their first port of call in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. She was trapped. What could she do? She could stand up and return to their cabin but she didn't do that. She looked at her husband who was talking with Flo, trying his hardest to look at her eyes and not her tits. Jaime reached under the table, grabbed Blake's hand firmly and lifted it off her thigh. He just smiled at her but before she finished her shrimp cocktail his hand was right back where it had been and was gently rubbing the smooth, bare skin inside of her thigh, slowly working his way up. She dug her nails into his wrist, firmly moved it again, turned and glowered at him. He just smiled back at her. Jaime couldn't have known that Andy had called Blake the day before and explained that he and Judy couldn't make the cruise. Blake was very disappointed when he heard the news because he had a real thing for Judy. Every time they saw each other for the past several years at a club, resort or convention they connected. For this trip they had something special planned when they arrived in Jamaica; that's one of the reasons why both Andy and Blake had confirmed that they would be seated at the same dinner table. However, Blake's interest in the cruise, even without Judy, was renewed and his disappointment replaced with expectations when Andy explained, "look buddy, I sold my tickets to a friend that I work with. You absolutely won't believe his wife. I'm telling you . . . and this is no shit man, she's drop dead, I mean drop dead gorgeous. Her name is Jaime, but, well, but . . . there's a problem." "What's the problem?" "They're not swingers." "Impossible!" Exclaimed Blake. "I can't imagine a non-swinging couple booking this cruise, of all cruises. That's just crazy." "Not as bad as it sounds, my friend," Andy said. "She doesn't know it's a swinger's cruise. Anyway, her old man really wants her to fuck around and he's all for it. I'm sure that with his encouragement and cooperation she'll come around. And, if she does, you'll find her to be the hottest woman you've ever been with. I've had this feeling about her for years and my feelings about these things are usually right." "Okay Andy, thanks for the heads up. I promise to do my part to make her husband's wishes come true," he concluded with a soft chuckle. The call to Blake wasn't the only one that Andy made that day. He also called Raymond, Flo's husband and explained to him too why they couldn't make the trip. The two couples had met a year earlier at a huge incredible club in Lynnwood – just outside Seattle – 'New Horizons.' The couples were very compatible, had such a great time that they kept in touch with each other. They had planned the cruise together and all four of them were looking forward to reuniting that first night at dinner. Raymond was disappointed when Andy told him that Judy wouldn't be there. Raymond thought Judy was about the hottest gal he had ever been with. He couldn't wait to spend time, once again, between her long legs. Andy told Raymond the same thing he had explained to Blake about the Fishers, promising that patience would have its rewards and wished them a bon voyage. His final call was to Rick, Vanessa's husband, a hot-shot, Wall Street, deal-maker. They had met at a very exclusive private party in the Hamptons two years previously. Somebody knew somebody, who knew somebody who got them an invitation to the weekend party. Andy knew that Judy was his ticket to the ultra-posh party at the toney village on the end of Long Island. Had she not been on his arm, he understood there would have been no invitation. Rick explained that he had a deal closing and couldn't make the trip either but his buddy, Alexander, would escort Vanessa. Rick was sure that Judy would love Alexander. They would just have to wait and see about Jaime Fisher. Everyone at the table knew a lot about the white couple and each other. It was only Jaime who was just starting to get an inkling of an idea about what was going on. At the table Mike felt Jaime squirming and he could feel her leaning into him, strangely crowding him. He saw that she was having a hard time concentrating on sipping her soup, her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. As he looked at Blake, he could swear that the handsome black man gave him a conspiratorial wink. Mike leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear, "are you okay?" She put her spoon down, looked at him aware that the entire table was watching and whispered in his ear, "I'm not okay. Something has been going on, that I don't know how to handle." "What?" "Something you couldn't see. You'll have to use your imagination." Then she said coldly, "I've figured out what this cruise is all about though." Mike understood that the cat was out of the bag so he whispered back. "What should we do about it now?" She wasn't exactly sure if he was asking her, 'what they should do about what had happened to her that he couldn't see?' Or, if he was asking her, 'What they should do about the fact that she had just discovered that this was a cruise for swingers?' She didn't answer him. The conversational subject at the dinner table in the enormous dining room suddenly changed. If Jaime hadn't already have guessed about the nature of the cruise minutes earlier, she would have known when Flo asked. "Vanessa, How long have you been swinging?" "Five years. My workaholic husband couldn't get away for this cruise but he wanted me to go anyway." She laughed and explained, "he loves it when I fuck around, so he arranged for Alexander to accompany me." She lowered her voice and spoke to both Flo and Jaime, though the men could clearly hear, "you won't believe his fucking package." She laughed at herself. "Get it? Fucking package." Everyone sort of got it, though no one else really laughed. Alexander was embarrassed looked at his plate and played with his food. Jaime thought that if a joke required an explanation, it wasn't a very good joke. "Great husband," said Flo as she looked over at her own husband as if to say, 'see if you can't take me on a trip like this you should arrange for someone else who can, someone with an impressive fucking package.' It was Alexander who posed the same question to Flo and her husband. "Little complicated, responded Raymond. My first wife wouldn't swing, period. I did everything possible to bring her along without any success. None, zilch, period." He turned toward Flo, looked at her adoringly and said, "when Flo and I got serious, it was understood before we married, that she would have to fuck other guys. We've been doing this for three years and love it." Eventually the question that was sure to be asked was directed at Mike by Derrick. "How about you guys Mike, how long have you been swinging?" He asked, with a smile, already knowing the answer because he and Blake talked about everything. Mike was quiet. He wasn't sure how to answer. He was surprised when Jaime replied softly with a non sequitur, "this is our first cruise." She didn't raise her eyes from the soup bowl. Everyone understood that Derrick's question wouldn't be directly answered but everyone knew that the anxious white couple had never been in a swinging environment. Alexander pointedly asked Blake and Derrick. "Where are your wives?" "Neither of them could make it on this trip. They're on a photo shoot." Derrick spoke for both of them. "By the way our wives are white." His unnecessary declaration regarding the races of their spouses, received a slight frown from Flo and Vanessa, thought Jaime. "But, we both love swinging and actually have business in Jamaica, so this trip is perfect for us," said Derrick. Guillermo served the entries. Jaime had ordered the lobster and Mike the steak which they intended to share. The food was great but Jaime found it difficult to eat because she was so upset. Jaime noticed that Vanessa, seated directly across the table, was squirming. She saw that both Alexander and Derrick had only one hand above the table. Jaime assumed, correctly, that two hands were exploring Vanessa's long black legs and, most likely, what was above and between them. Chapter 4 "Let it flow, it comes back to you." The conversation around the table was mostly about swinging. Mike and Jaime didn't say much because they didn't know hardly anything about the subject but, as they carefully listened, they learned a lot. They learned about on-premises and off-premises clubs, house parties, clubs in other countries, resorts, conventions and much more. Jaime realized that the thousand or more diners that surrounded them and the other six people at their own table, except for how Vanessa, Flo and the other women were dressed, seemed like regular people. These were people that if she met them in any other setting, she wouldn't think anything was out of the ordinary. She thought of Judy, Andy's wife, and how her feelings toward her had changed after she learned that they were swingers. Now she wondered if she had been unfair and judgmental to the woman who she knew was, otherwise, a great person. Jaime and Mike were told that at clubs, private parties and even on the ship, when a door was open it was an invitation for others to drop in. They were warned that when they returned to their cabin, several of the cabin doors along the passageway would most likely be propped open. Then there was a spirited disagreement among the seasoned swingers after Flo told Mike and Jaime, "the rule at every club, every party everywhere and always is that 'no means no.'" Blake said, "that's just pure bullshit. No doesn't always mean no and often means yes." Vanessa defended Flo. "Blake you know that 'no means no.'" "I'll prove you're wrong." He sat up, finished the red wine in his glass and said, "a thousand times I've been told, 'no' and when I've asked, 'do you really mean no?' Guess what the chick almost always says?" He paused for effect, scanned the table, looked at everyone. "I'll tell you what she says, 'no.'" He chuckled victoriously and added, "which, 'no' meant 'no'? That's easy, it was the second one which really meant the first no meant yes, or at least maybe. A double negative is a positive. If I thought no meant no I'd still be a virgin." The subject was dropped. It was after ten-thirty when deserts were finished and the last coffee cup drained. Jaime saw that the huge dinning room had nearly emptied. Everyone at their table, except for Mike and Jaime, agreed to meet in the disco in an hour. It was obvious that Jaime and Mike had to spend some time talking. As the giant vessel headed south over the glass-smooth, warm sea; the night sky was black and the stars were twinkling. The nervous couple from the heartland held hands and walked slowly on the top deck. Jaime's brown hair billowed in the breeze. Nothing was said by either of them for several minutes. Finally, it was Jaime who said, "Mike, I feel trapped." "I'm sorry baby. I should have told you about the cruise." "Yes, you should have," she said without allowing him an inch of wiggle room. "Jaime, this is very serious. Can we put it on hold until we get back to our cabin? Why don't we go see the late show in the theater?" They loved the performance in the giant theater. They thought the dancers and singers were the most professional they had ever seen or heard, not that they had much exposure to live entertainment. While they were watching the show in the dark theater, sitting as close to her husband as possible, she was reminded once again what kind of a cruise they were on when she felt the pressure from the leg of a man, sitting on her other side, for the second time that night. No subtlety about it. She crossed her left leg over her right, breaking contact with him, but he still pressed against her at the hip. Thank goodness, she thought, as the show came to an end and the lights came on. As she stood, she glanced at the man who had been pushing his hip into hers. He was older than her dad, a little gnome of a man with a ruddy face and a fringe of white hair. The woman with him was half his age, beautiful, statuesque and blonde. Jaime couldn't help but think, in a catty way, that 'the guy must be very rich.' The gorgeous blonde confirmed Jaime's suspicion by flashing the ring on her left hand that must have been five carats, as she smiled at Jaime knowingly. Jaime and Mike's Unexpected Cruise As they walked down the passageway toward their room, they saw and heard that what they had been warned about at the dinner table was true. Several doors were propped open, some all the way, others just cracked. One didn't have to guess what was happening inside the rooms because a familiar symphony of ooohs, aaaahs, groans, grunts, skin slapping against skin and squishy, wet sounds was unmistakable. When the door to their small, pitch-black cabin closed behind them, it was Jaime who was the aggressor. Her shoes, dress and purse were dropped where she stood. She pulled his shirt over his head, undid his belt, unzipped his slacks and then dropped to her knees in almost exactly the same spot she had earlier. "Uh, uh," said Mike as he pulled her up, lifted her in his strong arms and carefully carried her to their bed. "This time I need to be inside you." "Oh Mike . . . oh baby, fuck me fuck me and don't ever stop." "I'll fuck you baby," he said as he pushed inside her, "but I'll have to stop." "Please . . . please don't, please . . . don't stop . . . don't ever stop." Her pleas, she knew, would be futile, and even conflicted, because she was grinding against him harder than ever before. The laws of physics would have to be suspended if she were to get her wish for him to, 'don't ever stop,' because she was also determined to pump him dry as soon as possible. Jaime didn't get her first wish but she did pump him dry. After, her face was pressed into his neck and he was holding her so tightly that he thought he might be hurting her. She seemed to be pressing against him even harder as if – by osmosis – her skin might mingle with his and they would be physically joined in a different way. Neither slept nor even dozed. They were lost in a melange of their private thoughts. Each was waiting for the other to bring up the subject that they had avoided since they decided to see the late show in the theater. "Andy told me that if we went on this cruise you'd get fucked." "Oh, he did, did he? Well I guess Andy was right," she said softly, "I've just been very well fucked." Then Mike continued sharing what his work mate had told him. "He also said that if we went on this cruise you'd get fucked dozens of times, maybe even a hundred times." Her stomach did flip flops when she heard those words. "And, is that what you want . . . what you want to happen?" She asked with a catch in her voice. "Yes it is." "Michael Fisher! I can't believe you. You don't know what you're talking about." "Jaime Beth Fisher!" He said, matching her formality and intensity, "I know what I want." "It's not going to happen Mike." "A guy can dream can't he?" She didn't answer his question right away, then said, "yeah, I guess a guy can dream so long as he doesn't expect those kind of dreams to come true." It was after eleven in the morning when they awakened. Neither of them could ever remember sleeping in so late. They knew that they had missed breakfast in the dining room so they would have to eat in the buffet on an upper deck. When they had finished eating, Mike asked, "want to head to the pool and catch some sun?" "Absolutely. This all seems so unreal to me. I can't believe it's happening. I mean being here, this incredible weather, on this amazing ship. Hurry, let's go change," she said eagerly. In their cabin she slipped into her black bikini. This would be the second time she had ever worn it. The first was in the dressing room at the store in the mall. She thought the suit was way too revealing, but when Mike stuck his head through the dressing room curtain and saw her he said, "baby, that's perfect, it was made for you." Now she wasn't so sure. It was really nothing. It barely covered her nipples and if she hadn't been shaving down below before, she would have had to in order to wear the bottom. On the top deck they walked toward the blue lounges at the end of the sparkling pool and saw someone waving at them. It was Vanessa. "Hey Jaime and Mike, over here." They waved back and walked toward her. They didn't realize, until they were within a few feet of her, that she was completely naked. Then, they saw that all of the women around and in the pool were at least topless and many completely nude like Vanessa. "These two lounges aren't taken," she said indicating the two blue chaise lounges on her right. Jaime sat down on the lounge next to Vanessa's and stretched out. "Where's Alexander?" She asked politely. "He spent the night with Flo. Guess they're still together. Raymond's still asleep," then she laughed and said, "thought I might have fucked him to death. I checked before I came up here though and he's still breathing and his heart is beating." "You gals want a drink?" Mike asked nervously, wanting to change the subject for some reason. "Ain't you sweet? Sure, something tropical with rum," answered Vanessa. "Sounds good for me too," said Jaime though she hardly ever drank at home. When Mike left them, Vanessa said, "Jaime, get that suit off. People gonna think you're a cop or something." "Oh, I couldn't do that," said an embarrassed Jaime. "Jaime, you've got about the best figure I've ever seen. You'll be the only woman here with her boobs covered and if you want an all-over tan, then the bottoms gotta go too. I promise you'll love the freedom, nothing like it. Go on girl. Get naked." She urged. Jaime's fingers had a life of their own and didn't want to pay attention to that part of her brain that was supposed to control them. They untied the wispy string at her back and pulled the skimpy top off that didn't cover much anyway. I guess, it won't hurt to be topless she thought. My boobs are okay and the sun's rays – licking at the virgin skin that had never been touched by them before – did feel incredible, she thought as she lay back down. "Uh uh. You ain't finished girlfriend. Get them drawers off too." Why am I doing this? She asked herself as she lifted up off the cushion and hooked her thumbs in each side of the black bikini bottom and slipped it off her legs. What's happening to me? She wondered as she was naked outdoors for the first time in her life in front of dozens of people. It was a wonder that Mike didn't drop the three drinks he was carrying when he saw that in the few minutes he had been gone Jaime had taken off her bikini. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined her completely naked in public. Not his Jaime. It couldn't happen. But, it had. Both women sat up and took their drink. Mike sat down on the lounge next to his wife's. "No sir!" said Jaime sternly. "No what?" "This is a no clothing area. If you want to stay here, lose the trunks mister," said Jaime with a huge smile. Vanessa was right. It felt incredible to stretch out without clothes, she thought as she drifted off to a pleasant sleep. When she awakened a half hour later, Vanessa asked her, "What are you wearing tonight for dinner?" "I have a yellow dress." "Tonight's, lingerie night. Your dress won't do. Wear some sexy undies." "That'll be a problem." "Why?" Asked Vanessa. "I didn't bring any. Mike doesn't like me to wear them but at home, I usually do anyway. Well, he talked me into leaving them in my dresser for this trip." "Good for Mike. Look, come to my cabin before dinner. I have a couple of things that will look great on you." They stayed in the sun for another half hour then moved into the shade area. The pool area was much more crowded than it had been when they first arrived. Mike was proud of his beautiful wife and couldn't help but notice that most of the men checked her out and many made unnecessary trips so they could get closer views. Before Mike and Jaime headed back to their room, he saw that she was becoming comfortable stretched out naked in public. He was sure that she was aware of the attention she was receiving and was subtlety teasing her admirers by spreading her legs, just enough to flash wet pink, to anyone who was looking closely and almost all of the men, and many women too, were looking closely. Back in their cabin a few minutes later they were laying together naked under just a sheet, each drifting in and out of afternoon naps. Their respective slumbers were interrupted by questions and the need by the other to respond. "Did you like that up at the pool?" He asked. "Like what?" "Being naked." "It felt great to have the sun on my bare skin, the breeze flowing over my body, the sound of the sea and the music. Yeah, I liked it." "Did you like the people looking at you?" "Come on Mike, there were so many beautiful women there, I'm sure nobody paid any attention to me." "Jaime, you're going to have to stop this. You know that everyone was watching every move you made. Sure there were a lot of hot women at the pool but you know that none of them were in your class. Tell me the truth could you feel them looking?" Softly and slowly she said, "yeah, I can always tell when someone is looking." "Do you like it?" "Yeah. I do like it. Does that make me a slut?" "It makes you human. Would you like them to do more than look?" "Mike if we do this, we'll never be able to undo it." "I don't want to undo anything. I can't help it baby, the thought of you with other guys drives me crazy, I can't stop thinking about it . . . " "Yes but what if the guys are black like all of the men at our table last night?" "Better yet, baby. I haven't told you this before but that's my ultimate fantasy, you with a black guy." She looked at him seriously then asked, "a black guy, or black guys?" "Oh shit, baby, you're going to give me a heart attack." She held his face in her hands, starred into his eyes, and said, "we don't want that now, do we?" "No. We don't want that." Chapter 5 "Love boat soon will be making another run." Jaime was wearing her black heels, shorts, a T-shirt with her black purse over her shoulder when she left their cabin to meet Vanessa. It was agreed that she and Mike would rendevous at the dinner table at nine. Flo and Raymond were already at the table when Mike arrived. Flo was wearing black stockings held up by a garter belt and a long flowing dark-blue peignoir that didn't do a very good job of covering her ample breasts. Alexander arrived a few minutes later and reported that Vanessa and Jaime would be there soon. Blake and Derrick showed up before the women did. Vanessa led the way. She was wearing a white diaphanous baby doll pajama top but obviously no bottoms. A step behind her he saw Jaime who was wearing an identical baby doll pajama top, but black, and just as obviously no bottoms. He could tell that she was very nervous. When she sat down he leaned over and said, "You look beautiful honey." Like the previous night the menus were passed around and the first few minutes were spent ordering their meals. Jaime wasn't surprised this time when she felt Blake's hand on her bare thigh, though she tensed. She turned to her husband, whispered in his ear, "I'm being touched again. What do you want me to do about it?" "You know what I want," he whispered back. When Blake felt the woman sit up straighter and relax her long leg just a teeny bit, he smiled as his hand slid to the inside of her thigh, gently squeezed the firm warm flesh, only this time with no rebuff from her. What the hell am I doing? Jaime asked herself. I'm being pawed by a man I don't even know and my husband is encouraging it. I'm here on a ship, which is something that I've always dreamed of doing, but this cruise is sure different than what I wanted for so long. There's not a question that the black guy's attractive and that he wants me, but do I want him? She asked herself realizing that she didn't know the answer to her hypothetical question. However, it did feel to her as if someone had thrown an invisible switch, of some sort, that released an unfamiliar current of electricity to flow through her. Because the black hand on her left thigh was driving her crazy, her legs had parted which Blake took as an invitation but he wasn't in a hurry and didn't rush. His finger tips were gently tracing circles on her inner thigh flesh and ever so slowly working their way higher and higher. When they were within half an inch of her moist bare pussy lips, they would glacially reverse their direction. When the touching and fondling had first started last night, Jaime had felt infuriated and violated, now she felt aroused and frustrated but, also, in some inexplicable way, grateful that the strange black man's digits had not come in contact with her genitalia. For the moment, only Mike's hands, fingers, tongue and cock had touched her there but she sensed she wouldn't be able to say that for much longer. Then, she felt her husband's hand on her right leg. Mike wasn't nearly as patient as Blake. Her husband's familiar hand wandered up her leg and then his fingers were where they had been many times before, touching the wet lips of her pussy, cleaving her slit and rubbing her swollen clit. Even though they were in a formal dining room surrounded by more than a thousand people and though she tried with all of her might, she couldn't keep from coming which wasn't lost on Blake. Then, there were fingers from two hands parting her lips. One of the hands was white and familiar the other bigger, black, new and different. Mike couldn't believe what was happening, what Jaime was allowing to happen. Right here, right in front of all of these people. His fingers and Blake's were touching and working together in concert. Four of them were wedged inside her, two black and two white. She actually was scooting down a little on the dining room chair to impale more of the digits inside her, her legs were as wide spread as possible between the two men and her juices were soaking their hands. She wanted to scream but suppressed the urge with great difficulty. Both Mike and Blake were pleased with the obvious satisfaction they had brought her as they removed their hands from her depths. Both men were smiling as they openly wiped their hands on the linen napkins and then calmly finished their meals as though nothing had happened. But, everyone at their table and, many seated at the surrounding tables, knew exactly what had happened at table #96 on the second night of the cruise. Like the previous night after dinner Mike and Jaime went up to the top deck. Everyone at the table had agreed to meet at the disco later. She felt like a whore knowing that her ass cheeks could be seen by anyone behind them and if she took too long a stride her slit and pussy hair could be seen by anyone walking toward them. "What now?" She asked her husband. "I guess we go to the disco." "You know what's going to happen, don't you?" She asked seriously. "I think so." He answered. "And, Mike, you're sure about this?" "I'm sure, are you sure Jaime?" He asked as he held her shoulders in his hands, stepped back and looked at her imploringly. She shook her head, then looked down at her feet. "No, I'm not sure about anything anymore," They soon discovered that there were several dance clubs on the giant ship and none of them were called a disco. They had been to two clubs looking for their new friends before they saw Vanessa and Alexander on the dance floor of the third club. They were dancing closely and he held her ass with a black cheek gripped by each of his hands. When their eyes got used to the dim lighting, Jaime noticed Flo scrunched up in the corner of a red sofa. Her dark blue peignoir was parted. Her right leg rested along the back of the sofa, her left shoeless foot rested on the floor. Between Flo's splayed black legs was Derrick's smooth shaved head. As Jaime took in the rest of the club she was shocked by what she saw. It had only been about forty-five minutes since they had finished dinner but in that time things had sure heated up in the club. One woman was dancing nude with two men who were also naked. On another red sofa, a white woman was getting fucked by a Latino man while she was sucking the above-average size cock of another Latino. Jaime thought that she was way out of her league here. She had never even seen anyone else have sex in her entire life – except for video porn – now, suddenly, she was surrounded by real, wet squishy sex. She knew the best thing to do would be for them to return to their cabin, instead, she just gripped Mike's damp hand more tightly. As they watched the vertical orgy massed on the dance floor and the horizontal ones taking place on the red sofas along the walls, she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder and wasn't surprised when she turned her head to see that it was Blake. He didn't say anything he just leaned down and pressed his thick lips against hers. She gripped her husband's hand even harder and felt him return the pressure. The tip of Blake's tongue was tracing her lips and nudging them. It was no secret what he wanted. Slowly, she opened her mouth and his tongue shot past her teeth and explored the inside of her mouth. Then their tongues dueled. This was the first time she had been kissed by another man since her wedding. And before she was married, only a few clumsy boys had french-kissed her. Blake knew exactly what he was doing. He was making her toes curl. He turned her body toward his, pressed against her and took her hand from her husband's hand and redirected it around to his broad shoulder. They continued to kiss for several minutes. Their mouths were wet with their mingled saliva. Jaime felt herself moistening between her legs. No matter what her mind told her she should do, her body wanted her to do something else. Over the years of marriage her body knew that when she made out this long and became this aroused, the next thing to expect was a hard cock. In preparation for penetration, she was secreting the fluids to make what her body anticipated and wanted comfortable and satisfying rather than painful and disappointing. Blake broke the kiss, looked at her and asked, "want to dance?" "I don't think my legs will hold me up," she said breathlessly. "I'll hold you up," he promised as he walked her to the floor. As Mike watched his wife and the black man pressed tightly together on the dance floor he sensed that someone was standing by his side. "Haven't seen you before," said an attractive woman who he guessed must have been over fifty. She had short auburn hair and a gorgeous body encased in a black gossamer teddy that looked as if it had been painted on her. "I'm Megan Porter." "Hi Megan," said Mike while out of the corner of his eye he watched Blake and his wife. "That your wife?" "Yes, she's Jaime and I'm Mike, Mike Fisher, we're from Iowa." "Swinging long?" "No, this is a first for us. We've never done anything. I've wanted to for a long time but Jaime was dead set against it. Then we had an opportunity for this cruise and it looks like things might work out after all." "Well, Mike, it won't be long before she'll have a big black cock inside her. How do you feel about that?" "I think I'm okay with it. Since this is the first time, I'll have to get back to you on that," he laughed nervously. "My guess is she's going be busy for the rest of the night. In my experience when a black guy can't get it up any more he always has friends nearby who can. Feel like some company?" Megan's question caught him off guard. He hadn't even thought about doing something himself. It was all about Jaime, at least in his mind it had been. Now an attractive woman was offering herself to him. "Megan, how about if we have a drink and get to know each other a little, I kind of want to keep an eye on Jaime, if you understand." He didn't want to leave the club where his wife was grinding against a black man. Jaime and Mike's Unexpected Cruise "Sure I understand. Having a drink together is great by me," she said as she took his hand and led them to a small table for two in the corner that didn't have a very good view of the dance floor, not much of a view at all. Blake's tall black body was molded to Jaime's tight white body. Their lips were once again connected. His hard chest pressed into her breasts. Between her legs, separated by his pants and perhaps boxers or briefs, was his hard penis and her wet pussy. Her pubic bone was riding on top of his shaft that felt huge to her. "Can we go somewhere?" She asked softly after she had broken their long kiss. "Sure we can," he teased, "what do you want to do somewhere else?" He wasn't making this easy for her. "Do what we've been doing, fool around . . . oh, I don't know, maybe make love." "Don't you mean fuck, Jaime? He asked emphasizing the word that nice girls didn't say. "Don't you want me to stick my black cock in your cunt and fuck your brains out?" "Well, well . . . maybe I do." "Maybe you do what?" "Maybe I want to go somewhere and fuck our brains out," she said in concession. Blake took her hand and they left the club. Mike didn't see them leave. He was talking with Megan and then a few minutes later when he tried to see his wife and Blake on the floor he couldn't find them. They were gone. As they left the club, they walked without saying anything to the nearest elevator. As the doors closed Jaime pressed #5. On the fifth floor she led him to their room and fished the entry card out of her small black purse. While they had been dining, the bed had been made and the room tidied up almost as if it were expecting company. And, now her company, Blake, smiled at her, unbuttoned his silk shirt, kicked off his shoes and seemed to challenge her with his eyes. She set her purse on the bureau, stepped out of her heels and instantly shrunk four inches or maybe Blake grew four inches in height. Then the black man unbuckled his alligator belt, unzipped his linen trousers and stepped out of them. Jaime didn't have to wonder any longer if he was wearing boxers or briefs, she saw that he was wearing neither. He stood before her proudly and naked while she was still wearing Vanessa's black, see-through, baby-doll pajama top. Between his legs was an appendage that she hadn't seen equaled in the few porn videos that Mike had insisted she watch with him during the last year. She was beginning to think that this wasn't a very good idea. Oh, she was very aroused and had decided that she wanted to make love with him, now she wasn't so sure that she could even fit that thing inside her without pain or damage. Blake sensed the fear and trepidation as she looked down at his thickening cock. "Honey, have you ever fucked a black guy?" "Blake, I thought you knew that I've never been with anyone but my husband and well, well . . . he fills me up but he's not nearly as . . ." she just couldn't bring herself to anatomically compare the love of her life, the father of her children, with this stranger. To her it would be disloyal, so she said nothing more on the subject. Blake didn't say anything either. He saw that his selection for his first conquest on this cruise was the right one. He held the hem of the baby-doll in each hand as she lifted her arms for him. Then, she was naked. Oh, shit he thought, perfect boobs, great tummy and a pussy made for munching. He held her tightly and began kissing her again. Within a few minutes they worked their way to the bed taking baby steps. She was on her back and he was between her wide spread legs. "Put it in, she begged." "Not yet baby, we're in no rush," and then his mouth was where Mike's had been yesterday, right at the center of her body doing exactly what Mike's had done. Well, not exactly what Mike's mouth had done, she realized, because he wasn't Mike. He had his own style, his own technique. With lips, tongue and fingers he made her scream to be fucked. She was a little embarrassed at how wet she had become. He's going to think I'm a whore, she thought to herself. Then she just didn't care what he thought. She didn't care about anything but being filled, being stretched, being pounded, being creamed. "Fuck me Blake, please, please fuck me." "You put it in honey." Her fingers wouldn't reach around the shaft that rested on her pubic bone. As best she could, she placed it at her swampy opening and pushed up which was his signal to push down. Then they were joined. It didn't hurt but she had never felt more full and then he started to move. How could anything feel so good that she had been told, over and over, was so bad? Within minutes she was coming all over his thrusting cock and didn't stop until after he had flooded her with his thick, grayish seminal fluid. Mike must have been right, she thought. Maybe I am cut out for this. It was wonderful! Not better than Mike, just different. After a few minutes she said, "If I help you," she said timidly, "if I help you . . . " her hand held his wet shrinking cock, "can you . . . well, can you go again?" He laughed then realized that it probably wasn't the right thing to do because she was so inexperienced at all this. "Honey, it will take me awhile to get ready for seconds." "Sorry, I just thought . . . " "Obviously you're not finished." "Guess, I never am, that's what my Mike always says." Wow! What have I got here? Blake asked himself. "Jaime, slip the baby-doll and your shoes back on and come with me." "Blake, I don't want to walk around the ship with my bare ass on display." "Then put on a dress." She was already stepping into her heels when she asked, "where are we going?" "Going to my place to have a drink, talk and see what else might happen." He wanted to take her to one of the two huge playrooms that had been set up but he didn't want to frighten her away and he knew that there would be plenty of time for the playrooms later. After she slipped the black dress she had worn the previous night over her freshly fucked, nude body, she sat down in front of the mirror, touched up her makeup, added a fresh coat of lip gloss and brushed her thick hair. Before they left the room she looked back at the bed she was sharing with her husband and saw the rumpled, now soiled white sheets with the big gooey spot, embedded with a few crinkly dark pubic hairs that had been shed during their coupling – unfamiliar body hairs that her husband, when he saw them, would instantly recognize were not shed by her. For some reason, she didn't straighten the bed, leaving behind the evidence of what had happened on its surface and securing it by placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign over the door handle when they left. Blake and Derrick were sharing a suite on the 8th deck fantail. The back of the suite was floor to ceiling glass with a balcony that ran the length of the suite, one of the largest and most sumptuous on the ship. The size of each bedroom and the parlor were impressive, especially when compared with their tiny cabin. But what Jaime liked the most about the black men's accommodations, after her brief tour, was the big bathtub. "This place is amazing," she said. "What work did you say you did?" "I didn't. I just said that Derrick and I had some business in Jamaica." "What kind of business?" "Let's not talk about business just yet. Jaime, I promise I'll talk about it later. I think one of our businesses might be something you'll find interesting." She let the matter drop and accepted a drink from him. While she was relaxing and sipping her drink, Blake was on the telephone. He completed several calls and then sat down by her and put his arm around her. She asked with a big smile, "ready for seconds?" "Not yet, but not to worry. I've put the word out that were having a private party. Won't be long before the door bell rings." Jaime sat bolt upright and said, "what do you mean by that? What . . . what's a private party?" "Baby, you know that this is a cruise for swingers. Everybody, maybe except for you in the beginning, came here to fuck. A lot of people have seen you and are very interested in getting together with you. I just put out the word where we are and that you might be in a frisky mood. Are you in a frisky mood, Jaime?" He asked playfully. "Well maybe for you or my husband, I could be frisky." Even to herself she sounded like a coquette. "Well, baby, you'll have to wait awhile for me and your husband's not here. How about somebody else?" She was quiet as she thought about his question. "I guess that would depend . . . " Just then the doorbell to the suite rang. Blake jumped up and said excitedly, "we've got company," and walked to the door. Jaime couldn't have been more surprised when Derrick, and four other men entered the suite. Of course Derrick was black, as was a man introduced to her as Duane, two men were Latinos and the other was white. Jaime sat up nervously as Derrick completed the introductions. "Guys this smokin hot fox is Jaime. Blake tells me she's the best he's ever had. He say's she's still frisky and needs some help. Jaime, like I said the brother is Duane, Jose and Eduardo are the guys from Guatemala and Reed is from Ireland. We've partied with them before and they're great guys. Hope you're not finished for the night, baby." "I'm not finished for the night. I was saving some more for your brother, Blake, and my husband." Derrick sat down in the place that Blake had vacated. Reed sat down next to her on the other side. "Baby," Reed said in a charming Irish accent, "myself, I been doin all this stuff a long time and you, my sweet colleen 're about the hottest lass I've ever seen. I have to tell you baby . . . jabbers . . . if I don't stick my big dick in you soon I think I'll explode. Hoot mon." Jaime couldn't help it. She laughed at Reed. "You sure know how to sweet talk a girl." Then to push him a bit she added, "laddy." Which made him laugh and seemed to break the ice for everyone. Jose sat down in front of her on the carpeted floor and very carefully removed her shoes as if he were removing Cinderella's glass slippers. Derrick leaned over and began to kiss her which wasn't initially encouraged by her then she realized that Blake's twin was exactly like Blake and she responded to him. Somehow Duane got behind her and told her to lean forward as he unzipped her dress. Then he asked her to lift up and raise her hands, which she did, as he smoothly skimmed the black dress over her head in a flash. She was now buck naked in a room with six sizzling hot men, one of whom she had already fucked. Duane had already taken one of her swollen nipples in his mouth while Reed latched onto the other. She felt as if she were nursing grown twins, but these twins had teeth and whiskers and weren't trying to get fed, rather they were trying to drive her crazy with lust and succeeding. Jose, lifted each of her feet to the edge of the sofa and buried his face in her snatch. She learned quickly that he was a world class pussy eater. Each of the men disrobed, including Blake. In front of Jaime was more naked cock than she had ever conceived. But it wasn't necessary for her to imagine a volume of swollen cock because they were here, they were real, in the flesh, hard, dripping and wanting to be inside of her; somewhere inside her, in her mouth, in her pussy or in her ass. Jose lifted up on his knees and eased his big brown dick inside her pussy, her hungry, yawning pussy. When he entered her, she came and didn't stop coming for what seemed like a long time to herself and the half dozen men. Jose was so excited that it didn't take long for him to shoot inside her. He was instantly replaced by Duane who was a little longer and much wider than Jose, almost as big as Blake she thought. Meanwhile, back in the club, Mike was a nervous wreck. Megan was trying so hard to calm him down but wasn't having much success. "I guess they must have left," he said with obvious anxiety in his voice. "I imagine that Jaime felt like an object on display and for her first time with another man she didn't want it be standing up in the middle of a crowded dance club." "Yeah, I'm sure you're right about that, Megan. Where do you think they went?" "Well, my guess is she took him to your room." "Think so?" "That's what I would have done." The conversation was strained. It was hard for Mike to talk about his work, his kids, when all he could think about was his beautiful wife and what she was doing. He did appreciate Megan sharing with him how she and her husband, Curt, got started and her initial feelings about doing something that was so unacceptable and wicked, to her. Finally it was Megan who said, "should we go up to your room and check?" Mike stood up quickly, accepting her suggestion. They stood outside the door to the cabin, saw the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door handle, listened carefully but didn't hear a sound from inside the room. Mike slipped his card in the door slot, waited for the light to flash green, then pushed it open and walked in. The room was empty. Mike was speechless by what he saw in the glow of the bedside lamp light. The bed he and his wife had napped on, the bed they fooled around on, was now a mess. The sheets were rumpled and both Megan and Mike saw and smelled the mingled fluid deposits left by Jaime and Blake. So Megan had been right. Jaime had brought Blake to the room and fucked a man, with whom she wasn't married, for the first time. This was only their second night on the great white ship and what Andy had warned him about had already come to pass. Jaime did get fucked. "Well, I guess we don't have to speculate anymore," said Megan matter of-factly. "They came back here, had a quicky and they've left. Who knows where they are? We could have missed them if they went back to the club or maybe they went somewhere else. A word of friendly advice Mike: on these cruises you'll drive yourself crazy if you need to know exactly where your mate is all the time, especially someone who looks like Jaime. I know women who kiss their husbands goodbye at the beginning of the cruise, hello again at the end, and didn't see them at all in between." Three decks above in Blake's suite, the party had moved into his bedroom. The fourth deposit of semen was inserted in Jaime's raw juicy vagina. Another was about to be shot into her mouth by Derrick. Blake had recovered and was fingering her tight asshole making it clear where he next wanted his hard cock to enter her body. Jaime wondered if something was wrong with her. By now she should have been totally satisfied, satiated, but it seemed like the more sex she got, the more sex she wanted. Could this be normal? Then she stopped thinking and reasoning and let her feelings take over. Blake didn't reach for the bottle of lube on the night stand but scooped up the mixture of semen and her own natural lubricant from her soaking pussy and smeared it over the puckered crinkly hole. Then he inserted his index finger and moved it in and out of her receptive body worming it, stretching the tight anus for something much bigger than his black finger. Blake instructed her to sit on his cock. It hurt at first but it wasn't long before he was completely inside her asshole. She and Mike had fooled around with anal and she was okay with that but, to her, it didn't compare to what she thought of as normal fucking. When she reclined on Blake's chest, her pussy gaped open and was empty but not for long. Reed knelt between Blake's and Jaime's legs and rubbed his cock on her slit. "What's going on here?" she asked in alarm. "Relax, baby," urged Blake, "there's room for one more." Reed pushed in very slowly and Jaime was filled with more cock than she ever thought possible. The three were still as their bodies adjusted. For Blake and Reed, they were old timers at this, for Jaime it was another first. It was Blake who took over the choreography of the trio's movements. He set the rhythm. As he pulled back a few inches so did Reed and Jaime, they were just barely connected by the heads of the men's large cocks in the entrance to Jaime's wet pussy and tight asshole. Then Blake and Reed slammed up and forward, respectively. After two or three strokes, Jaime synchronized with them and drove against them with equal force. Only once did Reed slip out of her pussy. Jaime quickly encircled his cock with her hand guiding it back home. She felt something wet on her cheek, opened her eyes and saw the smiling, swarthy face of Eduardo who was trying to get her attention. She opened her mouth and welcomed his brown dick inside. She decided immediately that this stranger would receive the same special treatment her devoted husband had yesterday in their cabin; she would welcome the brown man's ejaculate inside her mouth and swallow his every drop. All four of them were so aroused that none of them, well perhaps with the exception of Jaime, could last very long. It was almost as if it were an orchestrated crescendo when Blake stiffened and was immediately followed by Reed and then Eduardo. This time three creamy volcanic streams entered her body in three different places. At the same time she was soaking their cocks with pussy, ass and mouth juices. Somehow the four were disentangled. Jaime thought she must have dozed for minute because the next thing she knew she was alone in the big bed. Perhaps this had all been a dream, she thought for a moment, then reached between her legs and discovered that it was not a dream it was very real. "Jaime," she heard softly. "I'm running you a hot bath unless you'd rather sleep for a while," said Blake. "A hot bath sounds great, let me know when it's ready," she said as she rolled on her side and tucked her legs up to her chest hoping that the bath wouldn't be ready too soon. Chapter 6 "The Love boat promises something for everyone." Mike and Megan had returned to the club and sat at different table, this time with a view of the entire club. They quickly realized that Blake and Jaime hadn't returned as Megan thought they might have. Also, they didn't see Flo or Alexander on the dance floor, seated at a table or on the sofas. But, Vanessa, totally naked and Raymond, wearing just his silk boxers, were sitting on a Sofa talking. "I wonder if Vanessa might have some idea where Jaime is?" Mike asked. Megan smiled, rubbed his thigh thinking that she better get this show on the road or start scouting for a new partner, "can't hurt to ask, honey." Mike walked over to the couple. "Vanessa, Raymond, have either of you seen Jaime?" "Oh, she and Blake left a long time ago," said Raymond. "Yeah, I know. They were in our room. I meant, have you seen them lately?" Raymond replied, "Derrick told me when he left that they were having a party for Jaime in their suite. I'm not sure what the room number is but he said it's on the eighth deck along the rear, the door would be open. Vanessa and I are going to the playroom to check on Flo and Alexander. You and Megan want to come with us?" "I don't know about the playroom." He shrugged his bare black shoulders, laughed and said, "I won't even try to describe it, it's something you'll have to see for yourself." "Maybe we'll see you there later." As Mike walked back to the table, he kept reminding himself: Andy was right. Andy was right. Andy was right. He couldn't think of anything else. His buddy, Andy, knew women, at least women like his own wife, Judy, and even like Jaime, much better than he did. Mike had been certain that Jaime would never make love with another man. He had done everything that he could think of to get her to open up without any progress, or so he thought. And now, the second night on the ribald cruise, she had been with a black man and, by now, how many others?' Jaime and Mike's Unexpected Cruise When he sat down, he reported: "Raymond told me that they had gone to Blake's suite and they're going to have a party for Jaime." "Lucky girl," said Megan enviously. Her hand went back to Mike's thigh only this time the edge of her hand came in contact with the edge of his cock which, unfortunately, she thought, was still soft. She knew that this husband wasn't thinking about sex. Oh, she corrected her flawed thinking quickly, he was certainly thinking about sex, all the sex his wife was getting, he just wasn't thinking about having sex himself, at least not yet. Back in Blake's suite, Jaime heard faintly through a fog, "bath's ready." She stretched, sat on the edge of the bed for a minute and then stood up. My goodness she thought, I'm dripping like crazy and must look like a freshly fucked whore. "Blake, can you hand me a towel?" asked the embarrassed housewife. The fragrant, hot steaming water in a tub, twice as big as hers at home, was just perfect. "Let me scrub your back," Blake said after she sighed and scooted down in the tub. It felt wonderful to have her shoulders, neck and upper back washed by this black man who was really a stranger to her. She knew that his wife wasn't on this trip. She knew his wife was white. She knew he had a nearly identical twin brother. She knew he was from California and that he flirted with strange women under the table. She also knew he was an incredible lover with a huge cock and that he had business in Jamaica, but that's all she knew about him. "You were going to tell me about Jamaica." "Oh yeah. Jaime there are two very different Jamaicas. Tomorrow we'll anchor near Ocho Rios on the north side of the Island. Most of the tourists go to Negril and its miles of white sand, or Dunn's Falls, Montego Bay, raft down a river or speed down a zip line." "I take it that's not what you're going to do in Jamaica." "No, Derrick and I will go to Kingston, less than forty miles south, but it might as well be across the world." "What will you do in Kingston?" She asked with real interest. "We'll visit our house." "You have a house in Kingston?" "Not really a house." "Oh, I thought you said a house." "I did say a house, I did. But this isn't a house where we live, it's a house where we do business. It's a whorehouse Jaime." Not for the first time since they boarded the huge ship, Jaime was completely caught by surprise. When she recovered, she asked. "So you and Derrick have a whorehouse in Kingston?" "Yes we do. It's a special place. There's really nothing else quite like it. We discovered that if we could find the right women, beautiful white women who love sex and aren't professionals, if you know what I mean, we could keep them very busy, with big smiles of satisfaction on their faces, while at the same time making a lot of money." Jaime was speechless. "Well anyway, Judy was going to go with us to Kingston . . . " Before he could continue Jaime sat up in the tub so rapidly she splashed him. "You . . . you know Judy, Judy Simpson, Andy's wife from Davenport?" "Oh, do I know Judy. I know her very well, very well indeed," he answered almost lecherously. "Jaime, I just assumed that you knew that I knew her. I'm surprised by your surprise. Anyway, Judy was going with us to spend a day there, she had done it once before and if things worked out as well this time as the first, then she would arrange to come back for a longer stay." "You mean Judy, my friend Judy, was going to spend a day at your house in Kingston, well, doing what exactly?" "No secret at all Jaime. Fucking. The black men are crazy for these white women that we bring in. And the women, well they're crazy for the guys. This place is a little different. Nothing fancy mind you but it's got to be the busiest place in the Caribbean, hell for all I know the busiest place in the fucking world. It just never stops, never slows down. Judy liked that and wanted to try it again," he paused looked at her seriously and said, "a lot of women do." "I can't . . . I can't believe that." "Baby," Blake said as he held her wet shoulders and looked into her eyes, "I swear it's true. Why don't you call Judy and ask her yourself? That's easy to do from the ship but it will cost a few dollars . . . anyway," Blake continued, "Judy's not here and you are. How'd you like to come to Kingston with us?" "Why should I want to skip Negril, Montego Bay or Ocho Rios?" "If you go with us, I can promise you an experience unlike anything that has ever happened to you before, including earlier tonight, and an experience that won't ever happen to you again anywhere else." "What's so special about your place?" She asked with just a slight trace of scepticism resonating as she spoke. "Hell, Jaime, obviously I'm not a woman and I can only go by what I've been told, even by Judy, but the fucking is nonstop. It's very well organized and the men are ready, not just ready for foreplay and fooling around but ready to stick it in and fuck. They don't last very long and are immediately replaced after they come. Anyway, the women tell me, and I believe them, that they reach a point where they're on a sexual high, they are taken to a place that they just can't reach any other way. It goes on for hours. What do you say? Interested?" "No, that's not for me. I don't think that sex and money mix." She said knowing that was the proper answer to tell this man who she only met the day before. "Look, Jaime I already know you're special. I gave you my best and that's usually enough for almost any woman, for quite awhile but, you immediately wanted more. You told me that your husband said you always wanted more and I can believe that. Why don't you talk it over with Mike and then telephone Judy and talk with her? You sure don't need to decide now. Also, I hear voices in the other room. Let me see what's going on. Back in the Club Megan's hand with the sparkling diamond on the third finger was over Mike's cock and rubbing it through his khakis. She could feel some swelling and hoped that he wasn't so concentrated on where his wife was and what she was doing that he would be useless for what she had in mind. She thought he was handsome, in a rugged sort of way, and he was the right age for her to go more than just once a night. Mike was attracted to this older experienced woman. But his mind was on something else and he was having a difficult time controlling his thoughts. He was the one who had been telling Jaime that they should try a party with Andy and Judy and their friends. He slept with her back to him for a week and the back, that was usually naked, had been covered with flannel. He had introduced porn as a way of helping her understand that being with others wouldn't ruin their lives as she had been taught and believed it would. She watched the porn with him, at first reluctantly and then she found that she did get turned on watching others fuck but she still had no intention of ever spreading her luscious legs for any man but her husband. Mike was the one who kept the swinging nature of the cruise from her, letting her discover for herself what was going on. He wished that he could read her mind. Obviously, something had happened at the table. Her firm protests against ever doing anything with another man turned on a dime. She accepted his fingers and Blake's fingers inside her body in a very public place. She went off to their room and had sex with a black man that she didn't know. And, now she was somewhere else on the great ship doing who knew what and with whom? "What are you thinking about Mike?" "Megan, I can't help it, I'm thinking about Jaime. I thought we would be together the first time. . . of course I meant the first time she was with another man. I thought I would watch her. Hell, that's what got me thinking this way in the first place. I wanted to watch her get screwed." "I understand that, and, for sure you will, many, many times. But what about you?" "What about me?" "Want to dance?" "I really want to try to find Jaime, but that may be more difficult than it sounds. Sure let's dance," he said as he rose from the chair, took her hand and led her to the crowded floor. Chapter 7 "Set your course for adventure, your mind on new romance." In Blake's cabin two guests had arrived that he had never seen before. They were both big, almost fat, older white men, wearing muscle shirts, jeans and sandals with tattoos covering their arms and bare shoulders. One was wearing his thinning gray hair in a ponytail the other's pate was shaved smooth and he had an untrimmed, scraggly beard. "The first one stuck out his big hand – that Blake thought of as a paw – shook Blake's hand and said, I'm Paul, he's Randy. Our wives are at the playroom very occupied right now, if you know what I mean. Is Jaime here?" Paul asked abruptly. Blake thought he sounded like a fourteen-year-old, wet-dreaming boy, standing on his neighbor's porch with a lump in both his throat and his pants, inquiring of a protective, stern-looking mother regarding the whereabouts of her blossoming daughter. "Yeah I know what you mean about the playroom," said Blake. "Jaime's just finishing a bath. I'll tell her she's got company." When Blake stuck his head in the bathroom door, he could see that she was drying with the big white fluffy towel. "You've got visitors." "Who's here?" "Couple of white dudes named Paul and Randy. I don't know them but obviously words getting around about you. "What should I do?" "What do you want to do? Are you finished? And I don't mean are you finished with your bath." "Guess I'm never finished with what you're talking about. What are they like?" "Shit Jaime. They're men. You won't ever find them on the cover of 'Gentlemen's Quarterly' but I imagine they can fuck." "Can you hand me my dress and shoes from the other room?" "I'll make a deal with you. Let's compromise. I'll get your shoes." Then he explained. "Baby, guys go nuts when they see a naked woman wearing just high heels and, if you're going to fuck them anyway, then the idea is to make them go nuts." "Oh you. Please Blake," she looked at him with pleading eyes which she soon learned did absolutely no good. "I'll get your shoes – he said 'shoes' emphatically – and be right back." "Blake, can you bring in my purse too?" She asked resigned that when she walked out of the bathroom and met the two men for the first time she wouldn't be covered by her black dress and all that she had, all of her, would be on display. "So tell me Blake," said Randy, is Jaime as good as Reed says?" Blake laughed and said, "I don't know what Reed said about Jaime but speaking for myself, she's the best I've ever had. I think she's just discovering what a sexual being she really is." Jaime brushed her hair, painted her glossy lips once again and did as much with her make up as she could under the circumstances. She slipped on her shoes, took a deep breath and on trembling legs left the privacy of the bathroom and entered the parlor where Blake was entertaining two men that she thought must be bikers. She didn't find them at all attractive and for just a second was tempted to tell them, nicely, that she was tired and going back to her room. But she was reminded that they came there to see her and she was flattered. Someone had told them about her and they wanted to see her, to be with her, to fuck her and she found that to be incredibly arousing. "Hi, guys I'm Jaime." The cat seemed to have gotten the very experienced, almost jaded, older men's tongues. "Uh, uh, I'm . . . we're, well I'm Paul," said the man with the pony tail, "and he's Randy. Ha, ha, get it Randy, Randy." Blake thought it ironic and in a way cute when the naked Jaime stuck her hand out and shook each of the men's hands, somewhat stiffly, even formally, who had come there just to fuck her. The moment was awkward as the four stood facing each other. Blake finally asked the men, "Something to drink?" "Scotch neat for both of us, if you've got it?" "I've got everything. Jaime why don't you show them to the bedroom. I think you'll find Derrick's room will be the tidiest," Blake said, remembering the mess that was the evidence of the debauchery that had happened in his bedroom As Jaime led the two strangers to the opposite bedroom she could feel them leering at her ass and she realized that she liked it. She sat of the edge of the bed, crossed her legs and they sat down on each side of her. Blake brought in the two drinks and said, "you kids have fun. I'm going to meet up with Derrick and a few others. We may end up in the playroom and might see you there later." "Ha ha," said Paul, "if you do go to the playroom give our wives our best regards." And with that the inexperienced wife from Davenport was alone in a bedroom with two men who were there for only one purpose: to fuck her until her eyeballs crossed. Paul reached around her bare shoulders, pulled her toward him and kissed her. His mouth tasted of the scotch and she guessed cigars. "Are you ready to party some more?" Paul asked. "People tell me that I'm always ready for more. I guess we'll just have to see about that won't we?" She thought that she sounded like a tart. Megan and Mike were hardly moving on the packed dance floor. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that Mike was sure Megan must have known that he was wearing boxers under his trousers. He had never held any woman, including his wife, as tightly as he was holding the woman he had met just a couple of hours earlier. "Megan, I've been thinking and talking about only Jaime and myself. Where's your hubby?" "Curt's off with a woman that he gets together with, usually when we stay at Hedonism II." She saw the confusion in Mike's expression and explained, "Hedonism II is a resort in Jamaica, specifically in Negril that's favored by swingers from all over the world. Anyway, we met her and her husband there three years ago and while her husband, Fred, and I didn't hit it off, our spouses really connected, connected in about every way that a man and woman can connect. If things go like they usually do I don't expect to see Curt until in the morning which is okay by me." Mike's cock was swelling between his legs and pressing between hers. She smiled at him and ground her pubic bone over the hardening rod. "You know Mike, I'd really like to spend some quality time with you but I think we've got something between us, other than your hard cock, and that's your wife, Jaime. Until you know where she is and what she's doing . . . no, let me rephrase that, until you see where she is and what she's doing you're never going to be able to relax, let yourself go and that's what I really need tonight, baby." "Megan, what are you suggesting?" "Let's go to the eighth deck, snoop around and see if we can find Blake's room and the party." Jaime was facing Paul and lying on top of his gross stomach. His big fat cock was jammed into her super wet snatch. Her ass was sticking in the air and Randy could just swear that her asshole was winking at him each time she bore down and thrust against his buddy's penis. He knee walked between them and when they felt him they stopped moving so he could adjust. Then the tip of his cock was pressing between her firm cheeks against her anus and she was gently pushing back against him. Finally the big purple head plopped inside and the three of them were connected, for her the second time that night that she had experienced such a connection. As Megan and Mike walked along the passageway in front of the few luxury suites on deck eight, it didn't take very long to locate Blake's door. One would have to have been deaf or at the least severely hearing impaired not to have heard the sounds being emitted behind the door. The grunts, moans, gasps. The ooohs and ahhhs indicated that heavy lovemaking was taking place behind the door. This was confirmed when a familiar woman's voice screamed out, "ooh, ooh fuck me fuck me . . . I'm coming, don't ever stop." Mike tried to turn the door handle but it wouldn't budge. Then he just pushed on the door and it opened. He and Megan followed the sounds to the bedroom located to the left of the parlor. The bedroom door stood ajar so they walked on in. Mike couldn't believe his eyes. This was what he had dreamed about for years, this was his fantasy on steroids. His beautiful wife was on her tummy lying on the gross body of a man who must have been a Hell's Angel, he thought. The man's slimy dick was pounding in and out of the vagina that, until earlier tonight, had only had one penis inside it, his. Her pretty ass was high in the air and penetrated by another man who Mike thought must have rode a bike with the first guy. The three of them seemed to be lost in what they were doing, pure raw, animalistic fucking. Mike was tempted to leave and give them some privacy and probably would have if Megan hadn't let go of his hand, swiftly stripped off her black teddy, stepped out of her high heels and quietly walked naked to the bed. Mike saw that her boobies and ass sagged just a bit and that she had faint stretch marks on her tummy but in someway that made her very womanly and even more attractive to him. All three on the big bed felt Megan's weight as she knelt between them and placed her mouth on Jaime's taint. Then she licked up and down with her experienced tongue that laved each man's cock, the opening of Jaime's pussy and asshole and the space between them. With her hands, Megan cupped and gently squeezed each man's crinkly, hairy ball sack. Of course, the three didn't know who she was, nor did they seem to care because she was adding a new and exciting dimension to their combined pleasure. Welcome aboard, each thought. After a few seconds, Jaime did look back over her shoulder at Megan and out of the corner of her eye she was shocked to see her husband standing a few feet away. For the briefest moment their eyes locked. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a sense of shame and embarrassment. She felt so exposed and wished she could turn invisible or at least cover herself with something. She didn't want her husband to see her like this even though he had told her hundreds of times that this was exactly the way he wanted to see her. She turned her head and buried it in the mat of curly, gray hair that covered Paul's massive, tattoo-adorned chest. Jaime had stopped moving but the men did not stop their feverish movements, nor did Megan cease to continue her own contribution. In the heat of the moment Mike didn't try very hard to get grips on his feelings. He had never been so aroused in his life. This was the first time he had ever seen other people having sex – other than the more detached displays in the dance club – and one of the people was his beautiful wife. His cock was leaking and about to poke a hole in his khakis. Megan looked back at him, her face was soaked from forehead to chin and cheek to cheek with the secretions of the three people and her own saliva. She wiggled her attractive ass in invitation; an invitation that Mike quickly accepted. He stripped off his clothes faster than Clark Kent in a telephone booth, left them where they dropped, and then strode to the end of the big bed. Megan was perfectly positioned with her ass at exactly crotch level. All Mike had to do was stand at the end of the bed and press against the back of Megan's thighs. She dropped Randy's testicles, encircled Mike's hard dick with her hand and guided him to where she had wanted him to be since they first met, at the opening of her hungry, wet pussy. After he pushed in all the way, the five people were connected in both physical and emotional ways. The newcomers, Jaime and Mike, had never imagined, even in their wildest dreams, such a combination. Even in the several porn videos they had watched together, they couldn't remember ever seeing anything to equal this combination.