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Voyage of Discovery

By: rachlou



The sun tipped over the horizon in a pool of blood, colouring the sea with a rose tinted stain. Arielle stood towards the bow of the huge ship, her long dress trailing out behind her in the cool salty breeze. The deck of The Desdemona was deserted; the sailors were blessedly below deck eating and drinking their way into oblivion. 

It had been a long and interminable voyage so far. Ever since she agreed to take this arduous journey to meet her betrothed in the distant city of Corinnia, she had felt the pangs of homesickness and fatigue almost daily. She desperately missed her family; her sisters and parents were never far from her heart. If she closed her eyes tightly, she could still see their faces, laughing and giggling at jokes and silliness.

It didn't help that the crew and captain of this vessel were consistently taciturn and rude to her. They seemed to care little that she was a lady and made few allowances in their daily behaviour and language. Several times she had seen some of the men staring at her, openly ogling her lithe form in her simple silk dresses. It made her deeply uncomfortable and she longed for the journey to end. 

Surely it couldn't be too much longer before they reached the distant coast of Grazia? She thought she had seen landfall earlier on that afternoon, but when she had peered more closely, the horizon shimmered confusingly and her mirage appeared to be wishful thinking. There was certainly no point in questioning the Captain -- he seemed incapable of making an intelligent response to her polite questions.

Sighing heavily, she stared into the inky blackness. An old folk song popped into her head and she began to sing softly, the pure sweet notes floating across the gently rolling waves. As the song unfolded, her voice grew stronger and she allowed all the longing and homesickness to imbue the lyrics with her sorrow and pain. 

Far out amongst the waves, a pod of dolphins heard her song. They circled round and swam towards the ship, hypnotised by the haunting beauty of her voice. Her lilting words carried far out to sea, drifting on the gentle wind. 

A rough hand grabbed her shoulder causing Arielle to abruptly cease her singing. She spun round, a sudden pang of fear injecting her veins with ice-cold premonition. The toothless first mate, Blackie, leered at her, his rheumy eyes dropping into her cleavage with a lustful grin.

"Captain wants to see ye," he grunted after a few moments. 

Arielle shivered and tried desperately to show no fear. "What does he want with me?" she demanded haughtily, crossing her arms across her chest protectively.

"How would I know?" the man snarled. "I'm only the monkey, not the organ grinder."

He grudgingly stepped aside and allowed her to walk down the deck towards the Captains Quarters. A sudden wind whipped up and sent a dark chill down Arielle's spine. Despite her misgivings, she tried to reassure herself that the Captain wouldn't mean her any harm. Not when she was betrothed to the King of Corinnia. He wouldn't dare hurt her...

* * *

The cabin was lit with oily candles and wreaked of stale sweat and ale. Arielle struggled to contain her nausea and holding her head up disdainfully, she stood in the doorway. 

"Come in my dear," said the Captain silkily. "I hope Blackie treated you with the respect you deserve?"

She heard the first mate stifle a loud guffaw from behind her and she inwardly seethed. How dare he openly mock her! 

"What exactly do you want with me, Captain?" she said with an icy glare, her breasts heaving within the tight bodice of her dress. She saw his leering eyes stare at them hungrily before he looked up at her face again. 

"Well my dear, it seems we have a little problem." The captain took a slug of his ale and belched loudly while Arielle cringed in disgust. "A certain 'lady' has paid me handsomely to make sure you never reach your destination..." his words trailed off ominously.

It took a few seconds for the meaning to sink in. When she realised her perilous plight, Arielle felt fear spike through her and she broke out in an icy sweat. Surely she was in no real danger! These oafs would be sentenced to death if they harmed her - unless the person who lined their pockets thought that they were beyond the law of the King...

The stark reality of her fate washed over her. There seemed no way out of this dire situation. She was doomed to perish on this godforsaken ship. Tears seeped unbidden from the corners of her eyes, but she steadfastly refused to break down in hysterics. 

"How dare you threaten me!" she hissed in a low voice dripping with venom. "Have you any idea what the King will do to you if he finds out about this?" 

The captain fell about laughing, his huge bloated belly rippling with mirth. "Sorry to disappoint you my dear -- but he won't find out. I've been paid enough gold to disappear off the face of humanity for a very long time."

Arielle stared at the despicable man and wondered just who had paid him. Who on earth would benefit from preventing her marriage to the King? There was only one person whom it could be...

"Anyway, I'm tired of this conversation. Blackie, take the bitch and get rid of her. When you've done that, throw all her belongings over the side. She won't need those pretty frocks where she's going!" He broke out into another guffaw, the mug of ale shaking in his meaty hand.

Suddenly the large sparkling diamond on the third finger of her left hand caught his beady little eye. 

"Now that's a pretty little bauble, Blackie," he mused softly. "Seems a crying shame to let Davy Jones locker have it, don't you think?"

Arielle shrank back and bumped into the sold mass of Blackie's chest. He reached round and grabbed hold of her left hand, briefly admiring the huge jewel the King had sent as a gift. Seconds later the ring was pulled cruelly from her finger and thrown across the room towards the Captain.

"Nice..." he commented, holding the gem up to the light and admiring the way it sparkled brightly. Arielle felt like screaming. Was nothing sacred to these animals? 

"You thief!" she spat. "I hope you rot in HELL for this!"

The Captain just laughed in genuine amusement. "That's a given my dear!" he chuckled as she was removed from his cabin forcefully. 

* * *

Blackie dragged her down the passageway, his fingers dug painfully into her wrist. "Let go of me!" she snarled and spat at him. But it was no use; he was oblivious to her struggles.

"Shut up wench," he advised sagely. "If you make a fuss, I might have to throw you to the crew for their amusement first."

The dark horror of his words sank in and Arielle immediately stopped fighting her captor. She had seen the way the men looked at her, their eyes drawn to her shapely breasts and white skin. She could only imagine what they would do to her should they be allowed to have their wicked way.

Blackie hauled her up to the bow of the ship and briefly slackened his hold on her wrist to grasp a coil of rope from the deck. Arielle saw her chance and when he turned away for a moment, she tore herself from his grasp. Before the odious man could react, she flung herself over the railing and into the cold sea. At least if her wrists were not tied, she could try and swim for freedom.

She sank beneath the waves, the water enveloping her completely. For a moment she allowed the futility of her situation to wrest hope from her. What chance did she have of escaping this? She was stranded in the middle of the ocean, miles from any land. The chance of being rescued was so small it was infinitesimal. 

Her lungs began to burn from lack of oxygen and she forced herself to break the surface, gasping for air. Another wave washed over her and she coughed when the salty water went up her nose. The cold slowly began to seep into her bones as moonlight cast silver ribbons across the calm sea.

She looked over towards the dark hull of the ship, but the moon disappeared behind a cloud and pitched the sea into inky darkness once more. The ship was already moving away. Blackie could be seen in the light from a lamp, staring out over the water, obviously searching for her body. Dropping beneath the waves again, Arielle shut her eyes and floated weightlessly in the black depths. 

The cold was almost soporific. It invaded her body like a drug, inducing thoughts of a dreamy death deep down in the darkness before her buoyant body bobbed to the surface once again, her lungs sucking in essential oxygen. Soon the dim lights of the ship were almost out of sight and she watched hopelessly as they faded away, leaving her helplessly alone in the endless sea. 

She was utterly alone - cast out to die amongst the elements. Salty tears slid helplessly down her cheeks, the warm essence of her misery streaking her pale cheeks as the moon reappeared from behind the clouds.

Suddenly something nudged her body beneath the surface and Arielle screamed. Images of sharks and other ravenous sea creatures leapt through her mind in panicky flashes. Drowning was bad enough, but to be torn limb from limb would be horrific!

A low whistle and a plume of spray calmed her immediately. It was a dolphin! The grey creature swam round her, occasionally touching her gently with its bottle shaped nose. Arielle felt strangely reassured by its presence and suddenly her fate did not seem quite so hopeless. 

More dolphins appeared in the sea surrounding her. They dived and circled in the water as she floated within their circle. Eventually one of the dolphins nudged her hand firmly with its nose. 

"What do you want from me?" she asked in puzzlement. She wished they could talk to her -- she felt like they were trying to communicate but she didn't understand what they were saying. 

Once again the dolphin pushed its nose beneath her arm. It stared at her with its intelligent eyes, nodding its head fiercely. Arielle tried to comprehend what it wanted and grasped hold of its fin hesitantly. The dolphin shook its head up and down again and almost grinned at her.

It began to swim slowly, pulling her along easily. The other dolphins jumped and dived with joyful splashes, circling round Arielle in an exuberant dance of life. She clung tightly on to the slippery fin and felt an amazing serenity steal over her. Above her, the stars twinkled and unearthly silver light glowed across the gently rolling waves.

It seemed that the gods were watching over her this miraculous night.

* * *

Lady Miranda stared out across the dark ocean from her turret window high up in the castle tower. The moon was full tonight and the stars shone down upon the gently lilting sea. The water appeared calm and glassy, but she knew it could still be treacherous in the right circumstances.

Now her plan had been put into action there was no way on earth that Arielle would ever reach the city of Corinnia. Lady Miranda was not about to let the King marry that commoner. Oh no, her own niece, Imogen, was the rightful bride and Queen to be.

Once Arielle was declared lost at sea, Imogen would be there to provide consolation for the broken hearted King. Through Imogen, Miranda would then have a way of controlling the King. Like most men he was easily manipulated with the right feminine wiles.

She had had no problem convincing the greedy captain to assist with her evil scheme. Several chests of gold sweetened any doubts he had initially expressed. He and his contemptible crew of murderers and thieves would never darken these shores again. The amount of gold she had paid him assured her of this. No doubt they would be whoring and drinking themselves to an early death on the proceeds of this dastardly crime.

The dark haired witch smiled serenely to herself. Her plan was foolproof -- what could possibly go wrong?

* * *

On and on Arielle swam with the dolphins across the ocean. Every time she felt tiredness threatening to overwhelm her, another dolphin edged beneath her exhausted body, propping her up until she recovered sufficiently. Many hours must have passed, but time ceased to have any meaning in this strange watery world. 

Eventually the stars began to fade and a slow pink glow lit up the horizon with delicate streaks of vermillion. The dawn light crept slowly into the sky filling Arielle with renewed hope. All was not lost; she was still alive despite everything the god's had thrown at her!

Suddenly she realised she could make out a distant coastline. Land! As the sun crept higher in the sky, the white sliver of a beach grew ever closer. Eventually the dolphins slowed and when Arielle dropped her feet down, she realised she could touch the sandy seabed. Shallow waves tugged her towards the white gold shore and she reluctantly released the fin of her saviour and friend.

"Thank you for saving me," she whispered in a broken voice, her lips dry and cracked from the salty water. 

The dolphin tossed its nose in the air and stared back at her for a moment. Then, with a flick of its tail, it dived beneath the waves and vanished into the ocean once more. As she watched, she could see the creatures heading back out to sea, diving and playing in the waves.

Soon they were out of sight and Arielle hauled her weary body up into the dunes. She flopped down beneath a huge palm tree and closed her eyes against the glare of the hot sun, feeling the subtle warmth stealing through her aching body.

* * *

A gentle shaking eventually woke her from the deep dreamless slumber she had fallen into. She opened her eyes blearily to see a young boy with tanned features and jet-black hair staring down at her curiously. He scratched his head and smiled when she tried to sit up. 

Arielle attempted to speak, but nothing came out of her mouth. Her throat was as dry as the sand on which she lay. Only a hoarse croak found its way through her parched lips. She desperately needed a drink; her thirst was as intense as the sun that now reigned high in the azure sky.

The boy spoke to her in a foreign tongue and when Arielle looked at him blankly, unable to understand the strange dialect, he frowned slightly. She coughed and held her sore throat, wishing she could have a small drink of water just to ease the dryness. He seemed to understand this gesture for he reached into his shoulder bag and produced a leather bound flask. 

He pushed it towards her and smiled hopefully. 

Gratefully Arielle took the flask and drank thirstily. Tepid water flowed out and ran down her throat in a blissful stream. It tasted better than even the most exotic wine and she gulped the precious liquid down eagerly. Eventually she was sated and she handed back the flask to the boy. 

"Thank you," she managed to say with great effort. The boy seemed pleased with her response and he spoke again. Once more Arielle had no real idea what he was saying, but he appeared to be trying to tell her his name. 

"You are Nico?" she said hopefully.

"Si!" he grinned manically. "Nico!" He pointed to her with a quizzical expression.

"I am Arielle," she enunciated carefully. 

"A-r-i-e-l-l-e," the boy repeated slowly. "Arielle!" 

They both grinned happily at each other. At least now she knew the boys name. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Now all she had to do was figure out how to reach Corinnia in one piece. 

It took a lot of trial and error, but after a while the boy understood where she wanted to go. He shook his head doubtfully when repeated the King's name and Corinnia to him endlessly. 

"Corinnia?" he said for the umpteenth time.

"Yes!" she said hopefully. "C-O-R-I-N-N-I-A! I'm betrothed to the King -- we are meant to getting married in a week. You have to help me!" she pleaded slightly desperately, knowing that the boy would not understand a word she was saying. If she failed to reach the city in time, all was lost. The King and her family would think she had died at sea. It was too horrific to contemplate.

"Si, andiamo a...Corinnia!" grinned the boy eventually. Arielle stared at him praying that the unfamiliar words meant what she hoped they meant. 

His donkey looked less than amused at the prospect of a long journey and brayed loudly in protest. Arielle brushed the sand off her filthy dress and glanced with despair at her bare feet. How on earth was she going to walk what could possibly be hundreds of miles, in bare feet? 

Nico saw her pitiful expression and gestured at the donkey. "Giro!" he smiled. 

The clouds of incomprehension lifted and Arielle saw that he meant she could ride on the donkey rather than walk. Well it was hardly elegant, but it beat walking. Unfortunately the recalcitrant beast was none too happy about having a passenger. After dancing about for several minutes at the end of his rope, he eventually stood in resignation and allowed Arielle to climb up. 

Nico passed her a hunk of bread and cheese from his pannier and they set off down the winding track towards civilisation.

* * *

It took two days to reach Corinnia - two long, hard, dusty and tiring days. By the time the donkey plodded in through the city gates, Arielle thought she would never feel her bottom again. She had blisters on her blisters and her once beautiful silk dress hung in rags. She looked like a peasant with her filthy matted blonde hair and she seriously doubted that the King would even recognise her any more.

As they plodded along, the boy kept up a steady stream of conversation, although much of it was meaningless. Arielle did wonder why he seemed to be alone in the world, but she guessed that his family were poor peasants. The unlikely pair stopped at several villages along their arduous route and Nico was always greeted with smiles as well as food and drink. He was clearly much loved amongst these poor people. 

It was late evening on the third day when they were stopped at the first checkpoint into the city. The bored soldier looked up in surprise when Arielle stated her full name and the reason she was there. His face suddenly became animated and he called his colleague out to see her. For long minutes they chattered excitedly between themselves. 

Arielle was just beginning to worry that maybe they thought she was insane, when another, obviously higher ranking official, appeared from a hidden doorway. He spoke in broken English and asked her to repeat her name again.

Patiently Arielle told him who she was. The small man looked her up and down and gestured for her to follow him. Nico stayed behind and waved cheerfully at her as he stood next to a water trough. The donkey lifted his muzzle from the clean water and brayed mournfully as if he had suddenly realised he actually liked Arielle. 

The official led Arielle through narrow streets and into the depths of the ancient castle. The endless corridors became increasingly lavishly decorated until she found herself in a huge room overlooking the azure blue sea. 

The little man melted away and Arielle was alone once more. She stared out across the sparkling water and wondered what would have become of her if the dolphins hadn't saved her. She shuddered. It didn't bear thinking about 

"Arielle?" She spun round at the softly spoken question uttered from behind. 

It was the King -- the man she had been betrothed to for the last six months. He was just as handsome in the flesh as he had been in the painting she had seen. Her heart fluttered within her breast and she felt her cheeks grow warm and pink. What must he think of her looking as she did now? All her finery was gone -- no doubt adorning the coral reefs at the bottom of the sea by now.

"I thought you were dead," he said in astonishment.

"No Sire," she whispered, her eyes cast reverently to the floor.

"When your ship failed to arrive on time, we sent boats out to search for it. But there was no trace of you. You were feared lost to the sea..." 


Voyage of Discovery



Hi there. My name is Tihana, although I am not always that name. My first name was Charlize, the only daughter of Mariska and Tom. I became Tihana shortly after my mother died. My mother was Croatian, and a fashion model and sometime actress. She was a party girl and socialite, never far from the gossip pages of the more salacious press. Everywhere we went in Baska Voda her face and body adorned posters and advertorial campaigns for perfume, clothes and underwear. People stopped us in the street to seek autographs and have their picture taken with her-- she was the life and soul of the house. Glamorous, sexual, alluring, thrilling. She was also distant and cold at times. As if she wasn't there, vacant.

She was killed in a car crash when I was just 18. My father did not know the driver - the accident happened at 2am in the morning and the man was seriously over the limit. The autopsy on my mother revealed she had taken a cocktail of drugs, had recently had sex and had lain upside down in the car, slowly dying, trapped by her seat belt, for several hours. Found by passersby as the dawn rose, they pulled her from the wreckage but she had died before the ambulance had arrived.

She had said only these words: "Tell Charli to look after Tom". It was her dying wish.

My father was the head of a construction company building glamorous resorts, boutique hotels and luxury houses across the Med. An Irish charmer sophisticated and with a physique hardened from years grafting as he built his business literally brick by brick. They met at the opening of a night club and his Irish charm clearly worked its magic on the most desirable woman in Croatia.

The marriage and motherhood did nothing to dent her sexual appeal......or her party girl image.

I have always been considered beautiful and, as my family was well off, I had the best clothes, hairdressers, nails, teachers, even at an early point in my life. I was involved with family parties rather than being shuffled off. I learned to enjoy the attentions of older men -- and as a young, insecure girl became to rely on constant attention and adoration rather than building self confidence and being comfortable in my skin.

You may be wondering what I look like. Well I will try and describe myself as best I can. I have blue eyes and fair hair, worn long and straight. My face is symmetrical and with an Eastern European appeal - wide eyes, defined cheekbones, passionate full lips curled up at the edges in a permanent smile, small nose, perfectly proportioned and an elegant neck. My body is lithe and athletic, like a ballerina. Some find me on the skinny side and some of the bones are clearly visible. My shoulders are particularly defined, with my skin, a pale golden tone, pulled tightly across my frame. 

My breasts (yes I know this is the bit some of you are interested in) are on the small side - a C cup (sorry to disappoint), but are firm, pert and with small pink nipples, highly sensitive to the touch, even the fabric of clothes. 

I have a thin waist, with well pronounced muscle tone and my hips a little wide so I have very feminine curves, a nice firm bum and long toned legs. I move gracefully, almost floating, and I am light on my feet, have a straight posture and with my head tilted slightly up I appear taller than my 5 foot 8 inches.

My love life, did you ask? Well at that point in my life, not much to tell. I knew boys gawped at me in wonder and that was nice, but few had the courage to talk with me. Those that did were cocky and arrogant. Confidence is a turn on, but these boys were a turn off. 

I kissed a girl once (or twice, giggles), a few years ago, and we had a nervous fumble. She kissed my breasts and I had a dreamy moment and just as she was taking off my knickers with me fully aroused and in a state of nervous anticipation her parents returned home and panic set in. After that, whenever we met, there was an unspoken silence between us as we danced around each other, flirting, flushing with embarrassment, occasionally bumping each other, until.........but that's another story.

No boys though I had danced with plenty of older men at our house parties.....some more bold than others even though (or perhaps because) their wives were close by. Perhaps they had a thrill taking me in their arms, dancing slowly, talking innocuously about trivia, smiling innocently around the room whilst their cocks hardened against me. Sometimes I responded and rubbed myself firmly against their erection, moving my body seductively, encouraging a firmer hold, smiling at them whilst moistening my lips tempting a kiss (never received in public). Once, a close friend of my mother's after such a particularly sexual and tantalizing dance pursued me to another room and kissed me with such passion that I tingled all over and in a moment of madness I found myself naked with his lips all over me, searching out my swollen and moist womanhood until my knees went weak when he kissed me there until I fell to the floor with what I could only imagine was an orgasm and I felt his urgent, throbbing cock take my virginity. Afterwards, I felt alive, the colours in the room, the smell of everything so much more acute.

I had hoped that he might want to see me. We did meet again, but only at parties, and always the dance, the urgent coupling and the wonderful afterglow.

But, for many eighteen year olds, you can consider my experiences to be fairly limited. All that was about to change. I was to shortly begin my journey of sexual awakening.

My father was in pieces when my mother died. Not only had he lost a wife he had lost trust in the life memory he wanted to hold dear - a trust that evaporated day by day as stories emerged in the press about my mother's numerous affairs, drug taking, wildness and fiery temper.

For 6 months he was in a bad place. So I decided to take him on holiday to our villa in Majorca. I was nearly 19. I made a mistake. My mother had beautiful clothes, beautiful underwear, beautiful Basques......and so many shoes, some incredibly sexy...we were virtually the same size, though maybe she was a little taller. I took some of her clothes with me - summer dresses, underwear, cocktail dresses and some high heeled sandals on holiday, not thinking. 

I was like a magpie -- her clothes were classy, sexy, and I wanted to look like my mum did when she went out -- sophisticated, fun loving, sexy and desirable. I wanted people to look at me.

On the second night I came dressed for dinner in one of her dresses - backless, cream, very sexy, and short to show off my legs, clingy to show off the swell of my breasts and matching high heeled sandals. I thought I looked a million dollars and hoped to make an entrance and draw admiring glances.

My father saw not a lovely daughter to be proud of, but a ghost. Dinner was stilted, he was moody.

The next day he was even quieter, introverted, mopey, and lifeless. Just sitting by the pool in a black mood I had caused, not even reading or listening to music. I felt responsible. I wanted to make it up to him but didn't know how. I cooked him dinner and we drank but there was no joy. He went to bed early.

I sat up in the night air, having a drink. Then I heard him sobbing. I went and stood outside his door for ages then went in and whispered if he was OK. He said nothing. I went to get into bed with him to cradle him tightly from behind but saw he was naked. I felt he would like my body warmth so I took my clothes off too. When I put my arms around him, feeling his hard body, my body tingled. My stomach crawled with anticipation. I could feel my heart beating in my head. I could feel my nipples harden against his back and become tender and achy and my juices starting as she began to open. I felt natural and he became quiet and still as I comforted him. He said nothing for such a long while I wondered if I should just go to my room and leave him but, perhaps sensing I was pulling away, murmured "that feels lovely".

I took that as encouragement. I ran my fingers down his arms and over his chest, twirling his chest hairs playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He lay on his back and put his arm around me, so I could snuggle into him. I caressed his chest and he smoothed my shoulders. I kissed his cheek. I could feel his face was wet. I kissed his face again, loving away the tears. I moved my leg over his to get closer, to be more comforting. It was then that I felt his cock brush against my leg. It was big. Very big. He shifted a little, away from me, realising what had happened.

At that point, the moment could have been, still, just a tender, innocent father / daughter intimacy, borne from his need. However, the feeling of that cock sent me into a heady moment of lust and desire. (I apologise if this is too much for you, but for me it was my defining moment in life).

I knew then that I needed more from him. I wanted to feel the electric excitement of his cock against my skin again and thought that if I gave myself to him I would make my father happy again, my mother's wish. After all, I must be doing something right if he was so big, right? Warped logic, I now know. But at that moment the feeling was lovely, intense, unreal and there was an overwhelming mix of natural love for him compounded by the realisation that, despite the other man I had been with, the sexual urges I was feeling then were so much more than anything. I realised that I actually really fancied him....desired him in and felt natural with him.

We lay for a while, saying nothing. He was tracing his fingers lightly up and down my arm. That felt lovely. Every now and again I brushed my leg against his cock, still big, sometime letting it rest against him innocently, enjoying the sexuality of the moment -- part innocent, part seductive -- an amazing combination.

He asked if I was OK. I told him that I was just perfect. Because I was. That was the truth. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else or with anyone else. I asked if he was OK. He said he thought so but his mouth was dry and he could do with a drink! I laughed, slipped out of bed, naked, leant over and kissed him gently on his mouth....." yes dry lips" I laughed. He then laughed too --the first for ages. How good did that make me feel? And what a boost to my confidence.

I remember that moment with crystal clarity still today.

I grabbed a towel wrapped it around me and went to the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of champagne.

Before I returned I took a deep breath, freshened up my lipstick, quick spray of perfume and fluff up the hair.....all by instinct. Back in the room I went round to my dad's side of the bed put the glasses down, said "budge over". He lifted the sheet up.

I peeled away the towel, holding it in one hand as nonchantly and naturally as I could. I held his gaze; letting him look at me, appreciate me, taking in my girly figure, the curve of my hips, my toned and muscular stomach my breasts firm and heaving as I breathed deeply, my pink nipples erect, and my hips. His eyes lingered on "her" and I could feel her beginning to burn with expectation. I wanted him to desire me...this took only a few seconds but it felt like an age before I dropped the towel, smiling at him as I did, and snuggled in. As I passed him the glass I kissed him first on the lips again. His breath was fresh. It seems like he too had made an effort. We toasted each other, I kissed him again, still closed mouths, but just reassuring him and making sure that I was taking the boundaries down through frequent moments of intimacy. As he lay on his back I lay my head on his chest and ran my hands down to his groin circling my fingers around his cock - which although semi hard immediately began to grow firm.

He went silent and didn't move. After a while I could sense he was awkward (but for some reason I was not) so I just held my hand steady on him, gripping him lightly as he grew very hard. I daren't move, or caress him because of his unease until, after a while I casually took my hand off his cock and sat up to take a drink. My mouth was so dry with nerves. Come on, I said, lay your head in my lap and let me massage your head whilst I drink the champers. So we spent a comfortable 15 / 20 minutes as I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him relax, letting me finish my drink. When he murmured "that was nice" I snuggled down to him, pressing my body full length against his and wrapping an arm around his neck and looking into his eyes. I kissed him again, but slowly this time, with my mouth slowly open. Success. He responded. My tongue slipped into his mouth and he kissed me back....then stopped! 

"Charlotte" he said, "this isn't right". The moment.

I moved my body against him. Kissed him again. I could feel him against me. "I'm Tihana for you, not Charlotte". I pushed against him and felt his big, firm cock. "And this is so right for us both". I took him again in my hand and began to stroke him. I could see the pleasure in his eyes so I kept massaging him, running my nails up and down his shaft, squeezing his balls gently, then with more firmness, which he liked. As he began to moan I kissed him again and he kissed me back, with passion, desire, with gentleness and with purpose. He was caressing me now, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipple ( delightful, and he could tell, I loved it as I moaned with pleasure), caressing my bottom and running his finger along my bum hole, teasing it, calling me his beautiful Tihana and seeing the light in my eyes as he did so, all the time kissing my mouth, eyes, ears, neck, nibbling me sometimes, gently biting my lip, soft kisses, hard kisses, but by bit taking control of me and the situation. He was alive to my needs, guiding me, teaching me.

As he kissed my breasts and bit my nipples I know he could sense the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As he ran his hands along my waist and thighs he could feel me shiver with delight. I could sense his wonderment, his pleasure, his desire. When he went down my body slowly, teasingly, with my fingers wrapped in his hair, and my heart beating with anticipation, I squirmed under him, partly out of pleasure, partly out of nerves, until he pinned my body down, holding me still as he buried his head between my legs, "her" wet, swollen, aching, as he teased me, circling his tongue round and round, driving me wild with anticipation and needs, with me unable to move under him. I remember it clearly - his strength, my inability to move, the nervousness, the pleasure.

He was in total command now. I could feel the orgasm building...he could too. So he stopped, bringing me back from the edge. He took me in his arms; I kissed him hungrily, tasting me on him. It was so naughty. So erotic.

We started to caress each other in the most intimate way, pleasuring each other. I was so turned on by his cock in my hand and how hard he was, squeezing hard, then softly caressing. He asked me why I looked so serious. I couldn't explain. It was a mix of things but I think I wanted him to know that this was serious and genuine and very emotional for me. The way he had built me close to orgasm but then pulled back had also confused me and I wondered whether I had done something wrong? Then there was the sheer sexual delight and the emotions. 

He encouraged me to relax, to open my legs for him. When he finally pushed his fingers into me I finally came shortly after. And still he kept on paying attention to my clit and rubbing her. He was aware of my body and responses, voluntarily and involuntarily in a way that no one before had been. As the intensity of orgasms built I cried with pleasure and grabbed his wrist, digging my nails into it as a massive shudder went through my body as he pushed his fingers deeper into me, filling me up. He was talking to me now, smiling, enjoying me, and encouraging me. I responded to him, releasing the tension, telling him I wanted to be fucked. I had never spoken in such crude, yet intensely personal way before. Telling him to rub my clit, put his finger in my bum, kiss me, squeeze my tits....be directional. I could tell he loved it as he moved his cock in my hands, me holding it tightly, feeling it. This overt sexuality was completely new to me.....tenderness had given way to raw sexual power and as I screamed with joy he came in my hands, hot, sticky, beautiful cum.

We lay exhausted, we cuddled, and he was smiling and happy. I felt alive, my body tingling. He lay alongside me, looking down at me, telling me that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The most sexy. He continually called me Tihana. Or Tia. He could see that made me very content. He kissed me tenderly. Slow. Languid. Tongues working together. Biting my lip. Sucking my tongue into his mouth and sucking on it. He kissed my neck, my breasts, he sucked my nipples until I squirmed, he kissed my tummy then started on her, burying himself in me until I came again, helped by the fact that he was caressing my bum hole too, and then, when he was ready he lay on top of me and put his big cock into me again - I gasped. He was so much thicker than my love before and I was still tight and tiny. He just pushed slowly until he was in and then stayed there without moving. I could see in his face the satisfaction of that moment - the moment of taking me, sexual ownership, and possession. He had me and I gave myself willingly. After a few long strokes he rolled over onto his back, still in me, so I was above him.

I rode him, his hands on my breasts, my waist, caressing my bum. It was just so lovely looking down at his face, into his eyes. He guided my body with his hands, tilting my body to make sure he penetrated me in the right way so I could grind my clit against him, adjusting my rhythm slow, slow, hard, slow, fast, soft, building wave upon wave, taking me to the edge and then pulling back again, lots of nearly orgasms, controlling my pleasure and his. 

The whole experience was so profound for me. The sexual experience so intense and more than anything ever before. Add to that the illicit nature of what was happening and the natural bond of love developed over many years, the fact that I was clearly being adored and loved and that I was making my Dad happy made me cry with pleasure. Tears rolling down my face, dropping onto his chest. Part laughing, part panting, part grunting as the orgasms came, me riding him, him letting me dictate the rhythm, gently taking control for a second or two to direct me this way and then that. He let my orgasm come and then threw me over onto my back, pushing hard into me again until he too came.

I don't know whether any woman has told you how lovely it is to have warm cum inside them...but it is. Wonderful.

The next few days were very happy. My dad and Tihana became lovers. He encouraged Tihana to wear the clothes that had belonged to Charlottes mum. They went shopping. He bought her more clothes -- sexual, sensual clothes that showed off her figure, her looks. Bikinis that were provocative, sexy heels for going out, for the pool and for the bedroom.

They had lunch and came back to the villa and made love in the pool. They went for dinner, and walked hand in hand drawing glances. A pretty girl and her sugar daddy. He pulled her close to him as they walked. He stopped frequently and kissed her. They went walking in the sea. They went dancing -- she was making him young and carefree and enjoying her music. They danced close, her favourite, and she marveled every time that they danced that he grew hard for her so she could grind against him. He was making her a sophisticated woman. He taught her how to make love. How to listen to her body. How to touch his penis in the way he liked, rubbing wet fingers around the rim of his cock. How to suck him off and take him deep into her mouth. How to dress for sex.




Voyage of Discovery



He liked to tease her in public. A little pat on the bottom a little too hard knowing she would be shocked -- it stung, but he caressed her bum so gently that the pain was gone. But he had turned her on and he knew it. He grinned a lot when he knew he was shocking her....but loved it how much she embraced his wishes. He knew Tihana would do anything.

At dinner with another couple he made her go and remove her knickers.....she did. As he entertained the table, laughing and joking and pouring drink he had his hand rested between her legs. Her pussy was smooth now, and swollen, alert, reacting to every touch. It wasn't just the physical stimulation it was the mental fucking that worked the magic. As she sat at the table, not involved in the discussion, dipping in and out and laughing on cue, she concentrated on trying not to orgasm. The more she tried not to, the more she felt the urge too. The more she wriggled and grabbed his hand and tried to look cool, the more he grinned. She loved that.

When the time came to leave he was silent. The plane home was torture; He called her charlotte at home. Tihana had been left behind. Tihana came to visit sometimes at night...dressed for sex. But she left unfulfilled.

He took Tihana to Paris for a few days. They took up where they had left off. They went to a club....to dance. But it was also an up market sex club. He encouraged her to kiss another woman, to feel her breasts. Tihana enjoyed it. It was mild, not serious, but another little moment of development.

At home, Tihana was not welcome. Charlotte was lonely. Needy. Missing affection. She had a fumble with a nice boy. Sex was uninspiring. Tihana again visited. Still she was not welcome. Charlotte went to a party. She had too much to drink and flopped down next to a girl friend who asked her what the problem was. She told her friend that young men didn't excite her and that she had been seeing an older guy but he didn't want to know....her friend kissed her. It was spontaneous. Her friend confessed she thought she had feelings for her. Charli, leaning on prior experience took the lead and made love to her. They were happy for 3 months. And then she started seeing a boy, leaving Charlotte alone.

Tihana eventually came to Charlotte's dad. She told him that she loved him and needed him. He told her that he needed her too. Tihana and Charlotte's dad made love that night at home for the first and only time.

They decided to move to the south of France to live together. For four years they lived in love, together. He worked Tuesday to Thursday and they were together the rest of the time. Tihana studied art, film, antiques. She made friends and hosted dinner parties.

He took her to darker places......he loved to see Tihana with another woman but she didn't want professional people. He taught her how to seduce and then set he lose at a club, under his watchful eye, to identify and seduce a woman.

Tihana became very skilled -- she had beauty and technique. Sometimes he watched, Sometimes he was allowed to play -- but Tihana did not like him touching another woman. So he respected that. Always after he fucked her very hard until she screamed with pleasure, often tying her up and spanking her, mixing pain and pleasure until she became uncontrollable with lust.

They had dinner in masks and Basques or ball gowns or cocktail dresses. Or he liked her to dress like a school girl from St Tinian's. He got inside her mind.

She was his totally. Until Tihana got pregnant.

The abortion followed. He left. The pretence was over. Reality. Same blood. Tragedy.

It took her a year to recover. Still in France she regained her confidence. There was no shortage of charming, rich, powerful men interested in her favours. She became a regular consort, accompanying people all over the world -- looking wonderful, taking in the culture, enjoying the prowess of men with power. Superficially happy and carefree, but a mask to hide her sadness, her depth.

Tihana never again saw him. Charlotte still sees her father. He re-married but is not happy. Charlotte's relationship with him is strained. 



Voyage of Discovery



There are some people who will say what happened was wrong, but in all honesty no matter how often I tell myself it was, I just can't bring myself to see it that way. I can't really say why or how it happened, only that it did happen. And I know it will almost certainly happen again. 

Actually that's not quite true. I do know why it happened. It happened because life was so damned ordered and predictable. 

Paul and I grew up a couple of houses from each other in a typical middle class suburb. Neither he nor I were very confident around strangers in our younger days, so it was natural that we be drawn together. Despite Mum and Dad sometimes privately sniggering about the excessively prudish way Paul's mother dressed, and her close lipped attitude to what she referred to as 'personal matters', our parents were best friends, and it was generally assumed that one day Paul and Kate would become Mr. and Mrs. After all, that seemed to be the natural order of things. To be honest I don't even remember any proposal or acceptance, only that shortly after our eighteenth birthdays we were standing at the altar exchanging vows.

Even our wedding night was ordered and orderly. As the reception wound down, the guests formed a circle and we moved round accepting congratulations and thanking each of them for sharing the occasion, before finally escaping to the apartment our parents had arranged for us. In all the years we had been an item, even after it was officially decided we would marry, Paul had never once made any improper advances beyond an acceptably chaste kiss, and now that the time had come my nervousness was tempered with anticipation. I turned my back for him to unfasten my wedding gown, and then I stepped out of it and tossed it on a chair. 

Removing my underwear I turned to face him expectantly, but instead of coming to me he picked up a hanger and handed it to me with a pointed glance at my gown. He stood waiting with his eyes averted until I sighed with exasperation and hung the gown in the wardrobe, and then he went into the bathroom, returning wearing pyjamas and carrying a large towel on top of his meticulously folded clothes. Pulling back the bedcovers he spread the towel on the sheet, before opening the drawer of my dresser and handing me a nightgown. 

Biting my lip in disappointment at being denied my first much anticipated look at my naked husband, and, of course, at my first ever look at a penis, I pulled on the nightdress and lay on the spread towel. Carefully he folded the hem of my nightie to my hips, then parted my legs and looked briefly at my vagina. I held my breath, waiting for the touch of his fingers, but he merely moved over me and freed his penis from his pyjamas before thrusting it into me. I had expected some pain with the loss of my virginity, so I was relieved to experience only a slight twinge, and then he was moving in and out rapidly. The discomfort faded, and I was in the transitional moment between finding the act pleasant and finding it pleasing, when his gasp told me he had ejaculated. He withdrew immediately, then kissed me lightly. 

"Thank you dear. Get some sleep now, goodnight." 

Pulling the covers over us both he rolled off me and promptly went to sleep. I lay for several minutes, sure that there must be more to it than that, and then climbed out of bed to wipe between my legs, dropping the soiled towel in the wash basket before cleaning myself properly and returning to bed. It took me a little while to get to sleep, because I was baffled as to why he hadn't fondled my breasts or touched my vagina other than to enter me, and he had rejected my one attempt to hold his penis. Eventually I began to wonder if perhaps the only reason he had done anything at all was that, like our getting married, it was more or less expected. There had certainly been no fireworks, or even a spark, although in all fairness, since we had both been virgins I wasn't entirely sure that either of us was aware that there could be. 

I had always known he was, to put it mildly, conservative, but in the ensuing months I was to discover how sexually repressed he was also. He was clearly uncomfortable discussing the subject, declaring that the act itself, although admittedly nature driven and therefore at times unavoidable, was disrespectful to a woman. The thought of caressing a female body intimately appeared to make him uncomfortable, and the concept that a woman might gain pleasure from fondling a penis was unthinkable. On the few occasions I appeared outside the bedroom in my underwear, he was quick to rebuke me for flaunting myself.

Over the next five years we dropped into a routine. Although it was far from being a loveless marriage, because I was sure we loved each other in our own ways, it was certainly a marriage devoid of lust. It may seem harsh, but to describe Paul as 'imaginative' or 'adventurous' in bed would be a gross over exaggeration. The best that could be said for him is that he was 'steady' and 'reliable' not to mention totally predictable. That is not to say that he wasn't a good husband in every other way. He was kind and attentive and generous to a fault, but nothing could convince him that I might consider any physical approach not only acceptable, but welcome. 

The truth was Paul only had two passions. His work and his music. He was an extraordinarily skilled guitarist, and would spent at least an hour each evening practicing behind the closed door of the spare room. Despite his talent he rejected any suggestions that he join a band, arguing that to do so would necessitate many late nights, which was out of the question since he was accustomed to going to bed at ten thirty each night.

After our first time alone together he showed little further interest in looking at my vagina, almost as though having seen it once there was no further need. Of course there was no way that he could avoid seeing my breasts when I undressed for bed, and perhaps once a month he would ask me to fetch a towel to avoid soiling the sheets, then switch out the lights and pull himself over me to do his duty, and then go to sleep, leaving me to use my fingers to furtively finish what he had started. I can't honestly say I resented the way things were, because it was all I knew, and as the saying goes, you can't miss what you never had.

His work in real estate provided more than enough income for him to insist that, as the breadwinner, it was his responsibility to take care of me and the household running costs, and that my own earnings were mine to do with as I pleased. I worked as an order clerk for a biscuit manufacturer, which mostly entailed taking orders over the phone, although sometimes I was called on to fill in for representatives who were absent or on leave. The only real difference in the work was that instead of sitting at a desk, I could get out and visit the customers armed with their sales patterns and check the shelves, making a note on an order pad of what stocks were running low.

As our fifth wedding anniversary approached I decided to put my savings to good use, and as we sat in our favourite restaurant celebrating the occasion, I presented him with two tickets for a four week twenties and thirties sea cruise. He protested at the expense until I pointed out that it was my money to use as I chose, and then he made excuses about work commitments, but when I insisted he agreed to seek time off work. This was to prove easier than he expected, since I had already brought the real estate agency in on the plan. Two weeks later we flew from Melbourne to Sydney to meet the ship. As we boarded little did I know that my life was about to change forever.

After depositing our baggage in the cabin assigned to us, we went back on deck to watch the crew cast off. We watched Sydney harbour recede into the distance until we were summoned to dinner. Sharing our table in the dining room were a couple of men a little older than Paul and myself. We introduced ourselves and discovered that the pair were work mates who had won a modest prize in a lottery and decided to splurge on a cruise. Tall and gangling with a face too 'lived in' to be considered particularly attractive, Steve made up for this with an easy going manner which made him easy to like, whilst everything about Karl shouted 'average'. During an excellent meal we learned that our dining companions shared the cabin next to ours, so it was easy to figure out that seating was arranged on a corresponding basis. 

After the meal we parted company with our new companions, and Paul and I went for a stroll to familiarise ourselves as much as possible, returning to our cabin shortly after ten pm. Fitted with twin bunks, which I hadn't realised when I made the booking, the cabin was rather too cramped to be comfortable, but since it was only designed for sleeping I shrugged it off. I was a little disappointed of course because I had been hoping that the sea air and relaxation might make Paul a little more adventurous. He didn't appear to be the slightest bit put out though, merely remarking that since I was often awake long after he was asleep he would take the top bunk, so that I wouldn't wake him. 

When we undressed for bed he pulled the covers down on my bunk. "Fetch a towel please dear." Resigning myself to the usual disappointment I did as he asked, and lay down with my legs parted, half hoping that he would at least be inspired to look at my vagina or even my breasts. Needless to say he simply turned out the light as usual and fumbled his penis into me. Less than ten minutes later he kissed my cheek, and with a muttered "Thank you dear. Goodnight," he climbed into his own bunk. As I slid my hand between my legs, I told myself that sleeping apart for the next three months meant I had the consolation of not having to be discreet about finishing myself off, and for the first time in our marriage I came close to a climax. 

The next morning at breakfast our dining companions were just finishing when we arrived, and were discussing plans for the day, which seemed to centre mostly on lounging around the swimming pool. When Karl suggested we join them I looked at Paul, who gave a non committal shrug. "You paid for the tickets, so I suppose it's up to you to decide how you get value for money." 

Our first night on board had been a disappointment, and now, stung by both his remark and his tone, I snapped a reply. "Look Paul, this cruise is for both of us, not just for me. We are supposed to be a couple, but if you want to take that attitude, so be it. I didn't twist your arm to force you to come. You can please yourself, but I'm going to sit by the pool." Without waiting for a response I stood up from the table, and ignoring the just served breakfast I returned to the cabin, acknowledging a friendly smile from an attendant pushing a laden linen trolley. 

Knowing that my husband would almost certainly disapprove, but hoping that I would somehow be able to talk him round, I had bought a pair of not too short shorts just for our trip, and in my present mood I dug them out. 'This will show him,' I thought as I drew them up my legs. I was about to pull on a tee shirt, then I paused. 'To hell with him, I'm here to relax and let my hair down.' Inwardly shocked at my boldness, I reached behind me and unsnapped my bra, and before my courage failed I donned the shirt and took the lift up to the pool area on the top deck, secretly pleased at the way my unrestrained breasts jiggled. 

There was no sign of the guys at the pool, so I dropped in to a deck chair to watch the horseplay, envious of the unselfconscious way most of the girls paraded themselves in the briefest of swimwear. Not that there wasn't plenty to please the eyes of the girls. Within minutes the amount of skin on view made me forget that by Paul's standards I was as good as naked. A touch on my shoulder made me look round to see Karl and Steve, just as a beach ball thrown from the pool struck my chest. The latter kicked the ball back into the water and the two friends stood grinning at me. Or I should say they were grinning at part of me.

"Now that's a definite improvement," Steve quipped. I followed the direction of his eyes and felt myself blushing. There was a large wet patch where the ball had struck my right breast, and to my horror the light brown surround of my nipple was clearly outlined through the thin shirt. As casually as I could I draped a forearm across my chest as the guys dropped to the ground on each side of me, and Steve continued his banter. "Aw why did you have to spoil the best view around here?" For a fleeting instant, I had a feeling of pleasure mixed with resentment. If a stranger thought my breast was worth looking at, why couldn't my husband think so? A barely audible whistle from Karl distracted me. 

"Holy shit mate, look at the tits on that!" A hugely over endowed redhead, her enormous breasts straining at a bikini top that looked at least three sizes too small, walked past flanked by a couple of guys who were openly ogling her assets. I stared in disbelief, almost embarrassed for her. The three miniscule triangles of material seemed barely enough to preserve the modesty of a mosquito, and yet she was clearly basking in the attention she was attracting. 

Steve feasted his eyes for several moments, then nudged me playfully. "Tell you what Karl, that's what I call a cossie, but her knockers are too big for it. If she took the top off we'd get killed in the fallout. I reckon it would look better on young Kate here."

I shook my head "My husband would never let me wear anything like that. He'd have a fit if he saw what I'm wearing now."

They both looked at me in amazement and Karl said. "You're kidding? If I had a wife with a body like yours I'd want every guy in the world to look at it just to make them jealous!" 

His friend nodded in agreement and gestured towards the pool. "This lot are showing ten times as much as you and you still make a lot of them look pretty average."

I knew they were only saying it to make me feel good, but the important thing was it was working. Nobody had ever before told me I was attractive, not even Paul, and it was indescribably good to finally hear it even if they didn't mean it. At that moment Steve looked past me and grinned. "About time you got here Paul. Your little lady has been lonely without you." He pulled a vacant chair alongside mine. "Have a seat and you can hold hands. I'm going for a splash. Come on Karl, let's leave the lovebirds together." 

Paul looked me over as he dropped into the chair, then said bluntly. "I'm not sure I like you dressing like that." 

I felt my anger rising, but I kept my voice level. "Paul, this is a swimming pool, how do you expect me to dress? Look around you. I must be the most overdressed woman here. What the hell is wrong with you?" All of my built up resentment bubbled to the surface. "We've been married five years and we've never been naked together. I must be the only married woman in history who doesn't know what her husband's cock looks like. I booked this cruise so we could get away and enjoy ourselves, but if you don't want to that's your problem. I'm not going to spend the next month cooped up. In fact whether you approve or not, I'm going to buy myself a proper swimsuit, maybe even a bikini, and if men look at my tits so be it. Just think yourself lucky I'm not showing them my cunt, Christ knows you don't want to see it!" Ignoring the shocked look on his face, I rose and stalked off. 

I spent the next couple of hours browsing the on board shopping strip, looking at anything that would take my mind off the scene by the pool. I couldn't believe the way I had turned on Paul, but nothing I had said could be taken back even if I wanted to, and anyway most of it had been true. Maybe some of it would sink in and make him change his attitude, but I doubted it. He was too set in his ways. Recalling what I said about swimsuits, I stopped a passing crew member who directed me to a small boutique. I looked first at the one piece suits, then shook my head resolutely. That would be too much of a compromise, and the mood I was in compromise was out of the question. I picked out half a dozen bikinis and headed for the fitting room. 

Stripping off my tee shirt I studied my breasts in the mirror, for the first time wondering how they looked to a man. Judging by the way Steve and Karl had stared at the wet patch on my tee shirt earlier, maybe they really were worth seeing. I had been embarrassed at the time, but on reflection I had to admit I had enjoyed them looking at my outlined nipple. My palms brushed briefly across the soft buds, and I smiled as they began to rise. If the guys had liked what they had seen before, I had no doubt that they would like what I was looking at even more. I pushed the thought from my mind. I was a respectable married woman, and respectable married women didn't have thoughts of men other than their husbands looking at them. 

One by one I tried on the bikini tops, giggling at one of them but knowing I would have to reject it. No matter how daring I may feel, I wasn't brave enough for something that was more string than fabric. The two narrow strips of material were barely wide enough to cover my nipples, and holding the bottoms against me I suspected that if I opened my legs too far the tiny triangle would disappear into my slit. Eventually I settled for a demure pale tangerine two piece set that covered all but the upper slopes of my breasts, whilst not showing too much cleavage. Health regulations prohibited trying on any form of panties before purchase, so I could only hope the briefs wouldn't be too revealing. 

After paying at the counter, I hurried to our cabin eager to see myself wearing the full set. Locking the door behind me I stripped and pulled the briefs up my legs, a little disconcerted to discover they were briefer than I had thought. I donned the bra then studied the overall effect, smiling with satisfaction. The edges of my bush were visible, but that was nothing a quick trim wouldn't remedy. After snipping away with nail scissors I pulled a face. I'd clipped as close as I could, but the remaining stubble seemed to draw the eye even more than the hairs. Rummaging in Paul's toiletry bag I took out his razor, and slipping out of the briefs I stood in front of the mirror carefully working on the offending foliage. 

It was more difficult than I had anticipated shaping an even triangle, and the more I tried the less symmetrical the result. By the time I was through all that was left was an inch wide strip that did little to conceal my lower lips. In fact on closer scrutiny it wasn't difficult to make out the vertical dividing fissure. My pulse began to race at the thought of Paul's reaction if he saw how it looked, but I shrugged it off. He wasn't likely to see it anyway, and besides I found it quite exciting. I hadn't really looked at my vagina properly since the onset of puberty and now the thought intrigued me. Again my rebellious mood took over. If he was likely to disapprove of what I'd done, I may as well make him really mad. A few more strokes of the razor and I was as bald as the day I was born. Running my hand over the exotic smoothness, I was surprised at how sensuous it felt, and how readily the lips parted. Before I could give in to the sudden urge the call came for lunch, and I quickly pulled on a pair of panties. I reached for my bra and hesitated. The freedom of unrestrained breasts had been enjoyable, and a little exciting, so I tucked the bra under my pillow and slipped on a floral dress.

Paul was already seated when I entered the dining room, and he nodded curtly as I sat beside him. We ate in uncomfortable silence for a while, then he looked at the dress I was wearing. "That's better."




Voyage of Discovery



'Here we go again.' I thought, then keeping my voice down I said "Look Paul, let's not argue OK? I've had enough for one day."

He shook his head. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded. What I meant is you look nice."

I smiled, as much with relief as with pleasure. "Thank you, so do you."

When the meal was finished we stood up, and I linked my arm through his. "Let's go and sit by the pool for a while and enjoy the sun." He looked at my dress again, and I added "Just like this OK?"

After a moment he nodded, albeit reluctantly. "OK, if that's what you want."

We managed to find a couple of vacant chairs and we sat in relatively peaceful silence for a while. The warm sun felt so nice on my thinly covered boobs that I began to wonder why I had never thought to go braless before today. After all provided I wore a loose top nobody would be any the wiser. 

Paul started to grow fidgety, and then he stood up. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

I chased after him and turned him to face me. "What's wrong now? What can't you do?"

He shrugged and shook his head. "I can't tell you, you wouldn't understand."

"Look Paul, I'm your wife. We've known each other all our lives. What wouldn't I understand?" I'd never seen him look so miserable, on the verge of tears. "Tell me Paul, what is it?"

He waved his arm. "All this, you, me, everything."

"Tell me." I whispered gently.

He tried to meet my eye but instead he turned away. "I can't deal with it. I can't handle any of it, not even you."

"What's so scary about me?"

"It's not you as a person. It's all this... this... nakedness. And women. I'm not comfortable around women... Especially nude women... and I'm even less comfortable with it." 

"It? You mean sex? You're scared of nude women and sex?"

He nodded "I knew you wouldn't understand. You think I'm crazy don't you?"

I hugged him tight and kissed him. "My poor sweet baby, why should I think you're crazy? I admit it's odd, but I don't think you're crazy. Everyone has irrational fears but it doesn't mean they're nuts, just different." A sudden thought struck me. "If you're scared of sex how come you do it?" 

For the first time he looked at me. "Because I love you. Because you need it. Because I'm your husband and I'm supposed to. Just because I don't feel right about it, it doesn't mean I don't get hard sometimes, and when it happens I do it because it's what you want."

Holding both of his hands I smiled sadly. "That's sweet, but you need to understand that if it's not good for both of us it's not good for either of us." Even as I said it I knew it was the truth. He didn't like doing it and whenever he did do it he never failed to leave me almost screaming with frustration. Now I knew about his hang up it was impossible for me to be angry with him. "If you don't like doing it then you don't have to. In fact I'd prefer that you didn't, because knowing that you don't really want to will only make me feel bad. We can still love each other just as much without it." 

He nodded and squeezed my hand. "OK, let's take it slowly and see how it goes. But if ever you want to do it with somebody else I'll understand. I won't stand in your way, just as long as I don't lose you."

I shook my head in dismissal. "I don't want anyone else, and you'll never lose me. Promise."

We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the ship, and as we became distracted by other things, Paul began to relax. However, I couldn't entirely get my mind off what had prompted the confrontation. Choosing my words carefully, I put a questioning tone in my voice. "It looks like I wasted my money buying a swimsuit hey?" I knew I was manipulating him, but since I had made a concession to him I reasoned that it was only fair that I have my way in this. As I had hoped, he shook his head.

"I don't see why. I won't go to the pool, but there's no reason you shouldn't. I can find something else to do and we can catch up afterwards."

Now that everything was in the open, he seemed more at ease than at any time since the onset of puberty. Because it had always been there, I had never noticed a certain tension when we were physically close, and now I was conscious of a barely perceptible change. I had been so accustomed to Paul not touching me, other than those times he performed his 'duty' that I felt a pleasant tingle when he hesitantly put his arm around my shoulders. It was only a small step, but it was definitely progress and although I was tempted to press my body against him, instinct told me it might be too much, too soon. Habits acquired over years could take years to reverse, but we were young so there was no need to rush things.

After dinner we went on deck and stood at the rail watching the sunset. As the sun sank further my attention was attracted by the flare of a cigarette lighter a little further along the rail, and I drew in a sharp breath as I peered into the gloom. The huge busted redhead I had seen beside the pool was leaning with her ample chest resting on the rail as she chatted to one of her earlier admirers.

As my eyes adjusted to the fading light they half turned to face each other, and although I couldn't see anything, I was sure from the way she was giggling that he was fondling her massive breasts. After all, why would something like that bother someone who happily paraded herself almost naked? I felt a brief surge of anger, until I realised that what I was really annoyed about was not the fact that the redhead was seemingly being groped, but that it was her and not me. The fact that I thought she was being blatantly felt up bothered me less than how much she appeared to be enjoying the attention. It didn't seem fair that she knew what it was like to have a man feeling her boobs and I didn't. As I watched she laughed and pushed him away, thrusting her bottom back as though avoiding a more intimate advance. I felt a sharp pang of resentment, unable to believe she had seemingly rejected what for five years I had only dreamed of experiencing.

Unable to bear to watch any more I seized Paul's arm, and following the noise of music playing, I dragged him in the direction of the lounge. We managed to find a vacant table near the small dance floor, and Paul went to the bar for some refreshment. At the adjacent table, the second of the pair who had been with the redhead at the pool was sipping a beer, and staring at a couple of girls gyrating to the music. About twenty minutes later he was joined by the other two. It looked to me that his friend had met with a little more success because they both looked like the cat that had the cream. The trio sat laughing and joking for a while, and then the guy who had been at the table when we arrived leaned over and whispered to the redhead. Picking up her smokes she grinned and nodded, and taking her arm he steered her towards the door. It didn't take much to convince myself what they had in mind, and I told myself my suspicions seemed confirmed when they returned half an hour or so later. Her hair and wrap around skirt looked dishevelled, and I was sure that the top buttons of her blouse had been fastened before they had left the lounge. 

For the rest of the evening I was unable to take my mind off what, without the slightest shred of real evidence, I had convinced myself the buxom redhead had done first with one of her friends, and then almost immediately after had repeated with the other. When Paul and I finally retired to our cabin I lay in the dark, tossing and turning over the images my mind conjured up, until at last my fingers brought me enough relaxation to drift into a fitful sleep.

I felt like a zombie when Paul woke me next morning, and I reluctantly dragged myself out of bed and under the shower. Adjusting the spray to cold I stood shivering until my head cleared, and then gradually turned up the warm water. Lathering my hands I closed my eyes and stroked my palm across my smooth pubes, wondering if the two guys really had done the same with their flame haired companion. In the cold light of morning I told myself I was being unfair to her. In all probability they had only gone on deck for a cigarette, but I had believed otherwise for no better reason other than that I had wanted to believe it. When all was said and done, boobs like hers deserved to be appreciated, and if anything else followed on as a natural consequence then so much the better. Just because I was condemned to years of celibacy it didn't mean everyone else should be denied. My finger slipped into my slit, but no sooner had I touched my bud when Paul called through the door to warn me we would be late for breakfast. Heaving a sigh of frustration, I dried myself and donned my new bikini, covering it with a light summer dress. 

After breakfast we returned to the cabin where I collected a towel and Paul started tuning his guitar. Kissing him on the cheek I left to go to the pool, and literally bumped into Karl as he came out of the cabin he shared with Steve. He raised his hands defensively, and before either of us could avoid it his palms were pressed against my breasts. He backed away apologising profusely, but I could tell from his expression that he wasn't the slightest bit regretful, and to be honest nor was I. The contact had only been for a fraction of a second, but it was the first time anyone had ever touched my boobs, and I found myself wishing it had lasted longer. 

I took the lift to the pool deck and was pleasantly surprised to discover I had a choice of seats, so I stripped off my dress and stretched out on a sun lounge. It wasn't long before others started arriving, and I was more than pleased to find I was the object of several appreciative glances. I was even more pleased an hour later when Karl and Steve turned up. 

Steve's rather ostentatious wolf whistle made me smile, but Karl simply stared for a moment before sitting on the deck in front of me. I could feel his gaze on my breasts, just I could still feel his hands. My heart raced at the realisation that the two friends were undressing me with their eyes, and without forming the conscious intention, I used the pretext of making myself more comfortable to part my knees, so that when their eyes moved down to my crotch they had a clear view of the narrow strip of cloth covering my slit. It was such a new experience for me to have someone who actually wanted to look at me that I was too exhilarated to feel any embarrassment. In fact the more they looked the more I found myself enjoying the experience, and I amused myself by imagining the looks on their faces if I dared pull the crotch of my briefs aside. 

After a couple of minutes Steve grinned at his mate. "I don't know about you, but I think I'll take a dip." As he stood up I caught a momentary glimpse of the prominent bulge in his trunks, before he crossed the few steps towards the pool and jumped into the water, quickly followed by Karl. Nor were they the only ones who needed to cool down, and I lowered myself into the pool, keeping my distance for fear that if they came too close I might let them do what I dearly wanted them to do. Letting them look at me in a bikini was one thing, but I was a married woman, so regardless of how much I wanted it, allowing them to touch what technically belonged to my husband would be wrong, despite the fact that he wasn't interested. When the cool water had calmed me I lay in the sun to dry off before slipping my dress on and returning to the cabin to prepare for lunch. 

Over the next few days it became routine for me to relax poolside whilst Paul practiced on his guitar. Although Karl and Steve weren't always there, there was no shortage of admiring glances cast my way, and I became more and more pleased at the attention. I had discovered that most evenings there was dancing in the main lounge. The music was provided by a fairly competent seven piece band, and Paul and I became frequent attendees. Neither of us was very good at dancing, but because there was always a crowd and everyone was fully dressed, he was more relaxed and could hold me without feeling that I expected more. One evening the lead singer announced an upcoming talent competition, and after much cajoling I convinced Paul to enter. Three nights later he took his place on stage with his guitar, and after a nervous start his natural talent took over and he became lost in his music. The applause he received surprised him and delighted me, and although he didn't win, he impressed the band enough for them to suggest that he fill in for them between sets. This proved to be the catalyst, and he finally started to enjoy himself doing something he loved. 

It was after one of his performances that he was approached by the female member of a trio who had also been competitors in the competition. Aged around twenty five and far from striking, she introduced herself as Jane, and explained that their guitarist had quit before the cruise, and suggested that Paul might care to join them to make up a quartet in the afternoons in one of the smaller lounges. The alacrity with which he agreed surprised me, but if it helped him loosen up a little everyone would be a winner. It would mean that we could spend less time together, but I was too pleased to see how happy he was to feel any resentment. After all I was enjoying my personal time at the pool, so why should I object to how he spent his afternoons? In our own ways each of us was taking pleasure from being the centre of attention. 

Into the second week of the cruise I was in my customary spot on the pool deck when Steve and Karl showed up. They kept up the usual banter, but although my legs were parted they barely glanced there, and irrationally I felt almost as though they had rejected me. Barely hearing what they were saying I gazed despondently at other girls there, wondering what there was about them that held guys' attention. By the following morning I thought I had it figured, and as soon as I arrived at the pool I draped my dress across the sun lounge and slipped into the water. Fortunately I didn't have long to wait, and when I saw the guys coming I climbed from the pool and stretched out. Shielded by the wall of the pool I had pulled my briefs higher, and they gawked at the thin fabric clinging wetly and faintly hinting at the contours of my pussy. This was exactly the reaction I had hoped for, and a few moments later I was even more gratified when simultaneously they turned away and jumped awkwardly into the pool.

The rest of the morning passed in a blissful haze. I certainly seemed to have discovered the formula for holding the attention of my admirers, and it was with obvious reluctance that they left to dress for lunch. During the meal I steered the conversation around to Paul and his music. The quartet was quickly gaining an increasing following with its laid back style, and Paul invited our table companions to see them perform. I had wanted to suggest this myself, but was reluctant in case Paul got the wrong impression. Although I enjoyed hearing him play it could be a little lonely sitting on my own, so it would be nice to have some company, and now that he had mentioned it I was quick to add my encouragement. Neither of the guys had seemed very enthusiastic, and even though they didn't openly refuse, I didn't hold out much hope, so I was pleasantly surprised when they joined me as Paul took his place on stage.

The group opened with a couple of lively numbers, and as the tempo slowed Steve pulled me on to the tiny dance floor. His hands felt warm on my waist as we shuffled around the floor, and gradually I allowed him to pull me closer. A shiver ran through me when he slid one hand round and rested it lightly on my rump. Although he made no further move, the music seemed to fade as my thoughts became centred on the hand on my bottom. I had no awareness of the tune coming to an end, only that Steve was guiding me back to our table. 

Karl was grinning as I resumed my seat. "If I didn't know better I'd think you enjoyed that."

Choosing to take it as referring to the dance I nodded. "Yes, it was nice."

"Good, in that case it's my turn." Reaching for my hands he tugged me to my feet and into the throng of dancers. He was much more direct than his friend, and as soon as we were surrounded by other people he grasped my bottom firmly and pulled me against him. I gasped in shock and tried to ignore the conflicting thoughts flashing through my mind. This shouldn't be happening but it was. I didn't want him to squeeze my buttocks but it felt nice. I didn't want the tingly feelings I was experiencing but they felt even better. Confused and a little embarrassed, but not wanting to cause a scene I stepped back, lifting his hands to my waist. When the music stopped I spoke to Paul, and pleading a slight headache I fled to our cabin.

After dinner I considered staying in the cabin but then decided that might make the guys think I was ignoring them, so I showered and changed into a blouse and skirt. They were already seated at a table near the dance floor when we entered the main lounge, and Steve waved us to join them. I felt a little nervous at first, not sure how I would react if Karl asked me to dance again. As it happened I needn't have worried, because although during the first band set Steve asked me to dance, and as he had earlier he rested his hand lightly on my bottom, despite being his usual ebullient self Karl did and said nothing even remotely out of place. 

Paul took the stage for his usual fill in spot, and just as he started playing a minor scuffle broke out on the edge of the dance floor. One of the would be combatants barged into a passing waiter, and he and his tray of drinks went flying, most of it over myself and Karl. I looked at Karl, and seeing his soaked tee shirt sticking to his chest I realised that my blouse must be much the same. Hastily crossing my arms across my chest, I mumbled something about getting changed and beat a hurried retreat.

When the lift arrived I breathed a sigh of relief to see it was empty, and I dropped my arms and stepped inside, but turning to face the doors I was horrified to see that Karl had followed me. His eyes were fixed firmly on my chest, and despite my embarrassment my nipples stiffened and strained against the clinging wet fabric of my blouse. I moved to cover myself with my hands but he shook his head with a reassuring smile.

"No need to hide from friends." He said softly as he stepped toward me. I knew what was about to happen, but I also knew I wanted it to happen, that I had wanted it to happen ever since the time the beach ball had struck my chest. "I've wanted to do this for so long" he whispered as he cupped my breasts in his strong hands. I stood immobile as he flicked my nipples with his thumbs, lowering his face to mine, and for the first time I knew how it felt to be kissed. Properly kissed. A long lingering probing kiss. I was jerked back to reality as the lift jolted to a halt, and Karl led the way along the passageway. He held on to my hand as he unlocked the door to the cabin he shared with Steve, and I offered no protest as he steered me inside. 

'This is it' I told myself. 'A man is finally going to look at my bare tits. And maybe look at even more if I let him.' My nervousness was replaced by excitement as he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it from my shoulders. Of course I would let him look at more if he wanted to. It was what I had been dreaming of since he first saw me in my bikini. I knew full well what might happen if I allowed it to go that far, but I would not permit him to do 'it'. All I wanted was to know how it felt to have a man play with my tits, to look at and maybe touch my pussy, and then I would call a halt. A shudder passed through me when he took a nipple between his lips and my skirt fell unnoticed to the deck. Very slowly his hand began to explore further, easing under the waistband of my panties, and we both drew in sharp breaths as he brushed his fingers lightly across my shaven mound. 




Voyage of Discovery



I was conscious that I might be giving him the wrong message, but as eager as I was for him to see my slit, I was equally keen to feast my eyes on a cock, so I unfastened his belt and lowered his pants. As it sprang clear from his boxers I reached for his tool, marvelling at its glorious hard softness. Gently he eased me down onto the narrow bunk and drew my panties down my legs. At last the moment I had anticipated had arrived and I parted my thighs, prepared for the touch of his fingers separating my lower lips, but totally unprepared for what happened next. Deliberately and purposefully he moved between my widespread legs, searching for my clit with his tongue, and my body convulsed as my first ever full blown orgasm tore at my senses. 

For long interminable minutes he licked and explored, keeping me finely balanced on the peak of ecstasy, before he slowly moved up and over me. "NO!" I screamed silently. "NOT THAT! You're only supposed to LOOK!" but then he was deep inside me, lifting me higher than I thought possible, and I abandoned all pretence. This was so different from Paul's frenetic jabbing, seeking needed but despised release. Now I was being fucked, lustily fucked, with long firm strokes intended to bring pleasure to both of us. I could hear the sensuous squishing of my juices as his rampaging cock plundered my dripping twat, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, wanting to keep him inside me forever. For five years I had endured my husband's futile poking, not knowing any better, but now that I knew what it was like to be truly and expertly fucked I didn't ever want it to end. When he came, it wasn't the timorous twitching I was expecting, but a powerful full blooded throbbing as he pumped gout after gout of thick cum into my welcoming cunt. I continued to thrust at him, desperate to keep him hard and inside me, but inevitably admitted defeat as he slipped out with a satisfied grunt.

Now that passion was spent I was surprised that I felt not even the slightest vestige of shame or guilt for having cheated on my husband. The plain honest truth was I was glad I had. In fact I felt that for five years I was the one who had been cheated of my rights as a wife and lover, by a man who couldn't even bring himself to look at my body, let alone utter words like 'tits' and 'cunt' and 'fuck'. 'It' wasn't 'it', it was sex. It was lusty uninhibited healthy enjoyable fucking. Exactly as nature had intended it to be. Certainly he had problems, but they weren't of my creation. If anyone was to blame it would have to be his domineering narrow minded mother. Paul had told me he would understand if I wanted to do 'it' with someone else, but frankly I didn't care if he understood or not. I loved him and hopefully I could eventually help him to work through his hang-ups, but until then, now that I knew how good it could be, I was determined to make up for lost time.

Picking up my clothes I wrapped myself in a towel, and after Karl checked to ensure that the passageway was clear I slipped out and into Paul's and my cabin. I could feel Karl's cum slowly seeping out of my slit, and with a happy smile I massaged it into my smooth mound before showering and dressing to return to the lounge. Karl had already returned, and was chatting easily with Paul and Steve. I suppose in a way I was hoping my husband would notice something different about me other than my change of clothes, but he merely smiled and held my chair as I sat down.

When I got to the pool next morning I found Karl and Steve chatting and laughing with the redhead and her companions. They beckoned me over and introduced the trio as Connie, Andrew and Daniel. Contrary to what I had expected Connie was softly spoken, with just the faintest trace of an undefinable accent, and despite my preconceived prejudice I found myself warming to her. Understandably her spectacular figure was the centre of attention, and up close it was easy to understand why. Straining against the barely adequate triangles of fabric her nipples were hugely prominent, and down below her briefs were pulled tightly into her crotch in a blatant camel toe. She was well aware of the effect she had on men, but she was far from self conscious, frequently good humouredly admonishing the guys to "Listen to ze vords, not ze vagina" or "It is ze tongue vich is talking, not ze titties". 

More and more I found myself wishing I could be as outgoing as she was, and as lunchtime approached I plucked up courage and surreptitiously tugged at my bikini bottom in a less than successful attempt to match her camel toe. Being considerably more slender than Connie I had less to outline, but my efforts were not wasted on Karl, because he smiled suggestively and raised an eyebrow. Ensuring nobody was looking, I nodded almost imperceptibly, and mouthed the words "After lunch."

The next hour and a half seemed more like weeks, but eventually Paul picked up his guitar and left. I waited a few minutes longer to give him time to catch the lift, then quickly slipped into the cabin next door. Karl was waiting in his boxers, and in no mood to waste time on needless preliminaries, I pulled them down and gripped his cock as he relieved me of my dress and panties. As I ran my hand along his shaft he turned me round, cupping my breasts from behind and easing me forward. I knew that being bent over like this was presenting him with two options, and I held my breath hoping he wouldn't choose the wrong one. His strong hands on my tits, coupled with my own anticipation of what might happen, quickly brought me to the point where I didn't really care what he did provided he did it soon. I had waited so many years before discovering how amazing sex could be that I was prepared to try anything and everything, but for now I wanted to explore the joys of being fucked where nature intended, so I was relieved to feel the rubbery tip of his tool nudging apart the slick moist lips of my pussy. 

We were both startled by the intensity of the fuck. Our anticipation had been heightened by the delay, and it took only a few powerful thrusts to bring on my climax. Seconds after I had peaked, he dug his fingers into my boobs as his cock erupted. Ten minutes later we were sitting with the others listening to Paul and the band. Connie was in her usual effervescent mood, and although there was nothing overtly sexual about her words or actions, she exuded sensuality. Her friends, Andrew and Daniel contributed little to the conversation, seemingly content to sit and ogle her impressive upper deck. She clearly enjoyed being the centre of attention, and a couple of times Karl took advantage of the diversions she created to try to slip his hand surreptitiously up my skirt under the table. Afraid someone might notice, I solved the dilemma by excusing myself, joining Connie in a visit to the ladies' room. 

She looked at me in the mirror as she touched up her makeup. "Your friends seem very interesting" she said suggestively.

Refusing to be drawn I merely shrugged "Yes, they're quite nice, but I should think you'd have your hands full with Andrew and Daniel."

It was her turn to shrug as she pulled a face. "Zey are like puppy dogs. Zey are amusing but zey are not very exciting." She giggled. "Zey are like peanuts. You reach ze bottom of ze packet and when zey are finished you want more." 

We were still laughing when we returned to the table, and I was relieved but unsurprised when she sat beside Karl, leaving me to take the chair she had vacated. 

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully, and as I came naked out of the shower before dinner I was surprised when for the first time ever Paul didn't look away immediately. Perhaps it was because he knew he wasn't expected to 'perform', but he actually looked briefly at my breasts and pussy. I half expected him to make some remark about my shaven mound but he remained silent as I pulled on my briefs. Nor did he comment when I donned a blouse over my braless boobs. I selected a light wraparound skirt to match the blouse, then he picked up his guitar and we took the lift up to the lounge. 

I was surprised to find Steve sitting alone, and when I joined him he told me Karl had something he had to see to urgently. Our afternoon encounter was still sharp in my mind and I had been hoping for a more leisurely repeat, but I hid my disappointment and accepted Steve's offer of a drink. We sat chatting and listening to the resident band, and when Paul took the stage during the break Steve pressed something into my hand. 

"I think you left this behind yesterday. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your husband so I waited until now to return it."

I glanced down and blushed furiously as I recognised the panties Karl had removed for our first fuck. I was sure I had picked up all of my clothes afterwards, but obviously not. Steve smiled and squeezed my hand as I slipped the garment into my bag. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. If you don't mind me saying so I'm a little bit envious. Well a lot envious actually." I forced a nervous smile, waiting for him to try to make some form of advance, but he turned his attention to the stage. "You know, Paul is really quite good. Are you sure he doesn't play professionally?" 

I shook my head. "No, he doesn't think he's good enough. I've suggested that he join a band because he really loves his music, but he doesn't have the confidence. He only agreed to play during the breaks because he was still pleased about coming third in the competition. His afternoon sessions followed on from there. Hopefully by the time we get home he'll have some self belief."

Knowing that he at least suspected about Karl and me, I was a bit apprehensive when he asked me to dance, but apart from resting one hand on my bottom he made no move other than to the music. As the evening progressed, in between drinks we danced several times more, always when Paul was playing, and unable to shake how it had felt when Karl squeezed my buttocks, I was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with me when Steve didn't do the same. After all he had said he envied Karl, so he must have guessed that he had fucked me, and I was surprised he didn't chance his own luck, so I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved or affronted. 

When Paul finished his final session for the evening, he came over and kissed my cheek. "I'm a bit tired tonight, and I've had a few drinks so I think I'll turn in." I rose to accompany him but he shook his head. "No need for you to come too. You may as well enjoy yourself. Try not to stay up too late."

After he had gone, Steve pulled me out onto the floor for another slow number. Now that Paul was no longer present his demeanour changed, and he grasped my ass in both hands, pulling me closer and nuzzling my neck. "You don't have to be like Connie, you know" he said quietly. I gave him a puzzled look, and he continued. "You don't need a camel toe to make men want you. Neither does she really, but that's just her personality. It's all part of her being Connie." 

His hands started to move on my butt and I could feel his bulge growing, and without thinking I pushed my hips forward, pressing my pubic mound against his increasing hardness. We remained like that until the music finished, then I pulled away. "I think I need some fresh air to clear my head." I went out on deck, not in the least surprised that Steve followed me. As I leaned on the rail staring into the darkness he slipped his arm around my waist, then lifted my face to kiss me. My heart started to race, and I didn't object in the least when he put his hand under my blouse and cupped my breast. His fingers teasing my stiffened nipples, and his deep searching kisses brought my breathing up to match my heartbeat. Long dizzying moments later he took his hand from under my blouse and slid it into the overlap of my skirt, making me gasp when his fingers stroked my clit through the moist fabric of my briefs. 

Without any real conviction I tried to move away. "Someone might see us" I panted.

Continuing to stroke my slit he said quietly. "So let's find somewhere they won't see us."

Stopping only to collect my bag I followed him willingly to the lift and down to his cabin. We both wanted the same thing, so neither of us saw any point in observing the usual seduction routine. I waited until he undressed before taking off my own clothes and lying on the floor with my legs wide so he could look at my pussy. Unlike Karl, he was unexpectedly gentle as he parted the lips, pressing my clit this way and that before pushing a finger into my hole. I reached for his hardness, stroking slowly in time with his probing finger. My excitement grew with the thought that not more than two feet away, on the other side of a flimsy wall, Paul was sleeping blissfully, totally unaware that his wife was about to be thoroughly fucked in a way he was incapable of fucking. At least I hoped I was.

Urging him over me, I guided his tip to my hole and pulled his mouth to my nipples as he plunged into me. I lifted my hips to force him deeper, but after about fifteen minutes or so of energetic fucking the hard floor began to hurt my back, so I rolled him over and straddled him. He reached up to grasp my tits, and for perhaps ten minutes more I rode him steadily, then just as my orgasm started to build the door opened and Karl came in. I was too close to the edge to stop now, so I continued to rise and fall as he grinned and moved closer. Without giving it a second thought, I unzipped his pants and took his stiffening cock into my mouth. There was a pleasant and vaguely familiar smell to his pubic bush, and an unfamiliar taste on his prick, and it took me a few moments to put the two together. The scent was that of feminine hygiene spray, which led me to the inescapable conclusion that what I could taste was pussy juice. In view of the interest Connie had expressed that afternoon, I told myself that this was almost certainly the reason neither she nor Karl had been in the lounge this evening. I had no basis for assuming he had been with Connie, after all it could have been any other woman, but the thought of those mammoth jugs wobbling out of control as he rammed into her was enormously stimulating.

Rather than putting me off, the thought that the cock in my mouth had not long ago been in Connie's cunt excited me even more, and I sucked eagerly as I bounced up and down on Steve's tool. I'd never before done anything like this of course, but with my juices flowing freely and my orgasm threatening to shake me apart, I instinctively licked up and down Karl's shaft before taking the bulbous head as deep into my mouth as I dared. His hard rod jerked and flooded my mouth with sticky goo, and not knowing what else to do I held it on my tongue until Steve pumped a fountain of cum into my cunt, then deciding it didn't taste too bad I let it slither down my throat. 

It was an hour and a half after midnight when I finally crept into my own cabin. Even though I was totally sated I told myself that if the guys had been capable I would have been happy to let them fuck me until dawn. I knew I had acted like a slut, but my sexual liberation had been a long time coming, and I now wanted to cram as many different sexual experiences as I could into the just over two weeks that remained, before I had to return to my passionless married life. If this meant almost offering myself for sex then so be it. After the cruise was over I would never see any of my fellow passengers again, so who was to know? The last thing I wanted was to look back in twenty years and say 'I wish I had done this' or "I wish I had tried that.' 

There was no sign of Steve or Karl at breakfast next morning, and I allowed myself a smug smile at the thought that I had worn them out. Back in our cabin I changed into my bikini in the bathroom, and when I came out I was surprised to see that Paul had placed a folded towel on my bunk. I shrugged and started to lift the hem of my dress, but he shook his head vigorously. "No, not that. It's not for that. I just thought you might need a towel if you go in the pool." Letting my dress fall back into place I left the cabin, nodding to the attendant with his trolley of linen as I passed him, and took the lift to the pool deck.

More than an hour later the guys showed up looking as if they'd seen better days. Dropping down beside me Karl grinned ruefully. "Geez Kate, you were awesome last night. I didn't think I'd live through it. Never knew a girl who could get me hard as often as you did."

I wasn't entirely comfortable talking about it like this, but nonetheless I couldn't help feeling pleased. "I guess you just caught me in the right mood."

Steve laughed. "It certainly seemed like it. No regrets then?"

I shook my head. "None whatsoever. I needed it as much as you did so I enjoyed it as much as you did."

"That's good to know. Do you think you'll be in the right mood after lunch?"

"Do you think you'll be capable after last night?" I countered with a smirk. "It might be like trying to wake the dead."

"She's got you there Steve" Karl chuckled. "I suppose we can give it our best shot though."

Having virtually issued a challenge I could hardly back down, so I agreed to go to their cabin after the mid day meal. I wasn't really expecting much when I arrived, but when I saw they had pulled a mattress from one of the bunks and laid it on the floor, I undressed quickly and grasped a cock in each hand. Steve started feeling my pussy while Karl concentrated on my boobs and nipples, and as I became more aroused I sank to my knees and started sucking their cocks alternately. Unexpectedly Karl tensed and gasped, spurting a load of cum into my mouth.

"Oh shit, sorry babe" he muttered in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to go off that quick. I was just so horny after last night."

I shook my head and swallowed. "Don't worry about it." It was disappointing having him finish so quickly, because now that I was horny I was looking forward to another threesome, but at least there was still Steve. I pulled Steve's prick towards my mouth again but he pushed me down onto the mattress, and with my knees bent and my feet flat on the edges of the narrow mattress I parted my pussy lips so both guys could have a clear view. Karl stood trying to revive his spent tool, but after a few futile strokes he gave up, and pulling on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt he left the cabin. Dropping flat between my legs, Steve applied his tongue to my clit, licking steadily until my juices started to flow, and then he pushed my knees against my chest and drove his cock into my open hole. I could feel my creamy excretions oozing down between my ass cheeks as he fucked me until my climax mounted, and then I recoiled when he withdrew and pressed the tip lightly against my sphincter. 

"Do you want me to?" he asked quietly. 

My reply was hesitant and apprehensive. "I don't know if I can. I've never done that before."

He pressed forward tentatively. "You never know until you try. You might like it."

I was curious enough to wonder, and after all I had told myself that I wanted to try as much as I could whilst the cruise lasted, so I nodded. "OK but take it easy, and if I say stop you better stop."

I gritted my teeth and suppressed a groan as the head of his cock forced its way through the tight ring of muscles, and then he was in. It hadn't been as painful as I anticipated, and after a short pause he pushed deeper, and aided by the natural lubrication from my pussy he began to stroke in and out. I reached down to stroke my clit to try to rebuild my orgasm, then I exploded as he thrust two fingers deep into my cunt. The dual sensation of having both holes filled at once sent me over the edge, and I jerked my pelvis, urging him on to greater effort. His teeth were bared in a primitive snarl of lust as he plundered my virgin ass, and he grunted as his cock erupted, filling my ravaged passage with hot cum. 




Voyage of Discovery



Once the initial discomfort faded I realised that being ass fucked could be quite enjoyable. It was not something I would do for preference, but now that I knew what to expect, neither was it something I would balk at if I was horny enough, and I had definitely been horny enough to try anything. The slickness of Steve's cock cream was soothing to my strained butthole, and as his flaccid tool slipped out I reflected that I was discovering dimensions to myself I had never imagined. Not only did the newly liberated Kate enjoy acting and being treated like a slut, but even the slight pain of being butt fucked had excited me.

I returned to my cabin to clean up before heading for the lounge to listen to Paul and the group. As I stepped out of the shower I studied my body with a new appreciation, trying to see myself from a male viewpoint. Maybe it was my imagination, but my nipples seemed more prominent, and my pussy seemed more pouting and inviting than I remembered. What was more, I couldn't recall ever noticing the way my clit peeped out so teasingly. I picked up my panties then changed my mind. The freedom and overall sense of naughtiness of going braless made me feel more woman than I had imagined, so how much more exciting it would be not wearing panties. Slipping a dress over my nude body I took the lift to the lounge.

There was no sign of my fuck buddies or Connie and her 'puppy dogs', so I ordered a drink and sat at a vacant table. Acutely conscious of my naked pussy, I scanned the other people in the lounge, particularly the men, amusing myself by picturing their expressions if I dared to lift my skirt. I knew I was becoming obsessed with sex, but after so long without it I figured I owed myself some freedom. Sitting alone as I was I drew quite a few looks, and I began to wonder how I would react if I was approached. In my mind's eye I imagined some anonymous hunk taking me somewhere quiet, and sucking my tits as he drove his hard cock into my willing slit. 

My erotic daydream was shattered when I was joined by Paul and his fellow musicians. This was the first time I had spoken to any of them, and playfully mocking her parents' sense of humour, Jane introduced her fellow band members as her brothers Wayne and Shane. She went on to explain that although not identical the brothers were fraternal twins. In sharp contrast to her powerful singing voice, Jane was softly spoken and seemed content to take a back seat to her more garrulous brothers. Pulling up a chair she squeezed in beside me, and as we chatted I could feel the warmth of her thigh against mine. Trying not to be too obvious in case my interest might be misunderstood, I studied her out of the corner of my eye. Her hair was short and almost black, framing an animated and fairly attractive face with full lips. Underneath her fringed western style shirt her breasts appeared firm, and although a little smaller than my own they were far from mannish. 

After a few minutes I excused myself to visit the ladies' room, and Jane grabbed my arm. "Hang on, I'll go with you." As we were washing up in the restroom she looked me up and down. "You know I can't picture you being married to someone like Paul. He strikes me as a bit strange. Definitely different."

"Some women might see that as a challenge." I shrugged.

She shook her head. "Not me. I'm not his type. I'm not sure you are for that matter." With a mischievous grin she put out a hand and cupped my breast for an instant. "You're more my type than his." Giggling at the shocked look on my face, she squeezed my other boob and left the washroom.

I couldn't bring myself to admit to her that she was right, that no woman was his type, so I headed back to our table with my breasts tingling from her touch. The guys were on stage waiting for her, and I studied her as she joined them. It was difficult to tell for sure because she was wearing a flared skirt, but it seemed to me either her bottom was overly generous or she had wide hips. Whatever the case may be, she certainly swayed in a way that would catch the eyes of most men, so why should she be interested in women? I didn't know whether I should be flattered or shocked. Since Karl had first thrust his cock into me I had been determined to explore my new found sexuality, but women weren't even remotely a part of my plans. Now I was beginning to wonder.

A couple of minutes after the music started again, Connie and her two friends joined me at the table, and I found my eyes drawn to her massive tits in fascination. What would it be like to feel those huge nipples boring into my palms? How would it feel to have the lips of another woman teasing my own hard buds? And maybe more? I tried to shake off the thought and concentrate on the music, but every time I looked towards the stage I couldn't escape the feeling that Jane was watching me. Growing increasingly uncomfortable with the way my mind was working, I went for a walk to the pool deck to clear my head. It didn't prove to be such a good idea, because everywhere I looked were reminders of what I was trying hard not to think about. Eventually I gave up and returned to the cabin, where I stretched out on the narrow bunk and tried to nap. Every time I closed my eyes I saw bulging swimming trunks, bouncing breasts and enticing camel toes, and sighing in resignation I left the cabin and wandered aimlessly around the ship until dinner was served.

Once again there was no sign of any of the usual gang in the main lounge, and after about an hour I began to feel restless. Picking up my handbag I went on deck and stood leaning against the rail watching the sunset. 

"It's beautiful isn't it? The sky is so clear away from the pollution." I turned, startled, and saw that Jane had come out and was standing a couple of feet away watching me.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, I love sunsets. No matter how many you see there are never two the same."

She moved a little closer, not quite touching, and we stood in silence for several minutes as the sun sank lower. As darkness closed in she spoke quietly. "I think you liked it." It was a statement, although there was a hint of a question, and even though I knew what she was referring to, I didn't know how to answer so I said nothing. After a brief silence she turned to look at me, and this time it was a direct question. "You did like it, didn't you?" I still couldn't trust myself to reply, but I made no move to stop her cupping my breast. Her palm rubbed lightly across my nipple, and I drew in a deep breath as she lifted my chin and kissed me. It was a gentle exploratory kiss, with none of the urgent hunger shown by the guys, and although I told myself I didn't want to I felt myself responding. Her probing tongue tasted sweet, and I shivered with pleasure as her hand delved under my shirt and caressed my bare skin. Again, it was nothing like the demanding insistent groping of the men. Her hand was as soft as oiled silk, and her fingers were plucking at my nipples in rhythm with my thumping heartbeat. 

The warmth of her kisses radiated to my loins, and she suddenly broke away and took my hands. "Shall we go to my cabin?" I knew what she wanted, and I wasn't sure that I wanted the same, but my curiosity was greater than my uncertainty, so I allowed her to guide me to the lift. As we waited I grew apprehensive. She knew I wasn't wearing a bra, which was nothing unusual these days, but if it got that far how would she react when she discovered I wasn't wearing panties? Would she think I had left them off for a man, or would she think I had been waiting for her to make a move? I doubted that she would accept the truth that I simply preferred the freedom and the excitement that the freedom brought.

I stood fidgeting nervously in the lift as the doors closed, and Jane smiled and turned me to face her. "It'll be OK, you'll see." 

I wanted to feel her hands on my breasts again, reassuring me with gentle caresses, but I was too afraid to move. Even more so I wanted to put my hands on her breasts, but the same fear held me back. Suddenly afraid that things were moving too fast for me to control, I hesitated when the lift doors opened, but she gently but insistently urged me towards her cabin. When she opened the door and ushered me inside I realised it was far from tourist class like the cabin I shared with Paul two decks below. It was about half as big again as ours and was dominated by a large single bed. Still wearing the same reassuring smile she reached out, and I stood mutely as she unfastened my shirt and slipped it down my arms before revealing her own firm orbs. Taking both of my hands she stroked my palms across her hard brown nipples before pressing our breasts together and kissing me again. 

Now that the ice had been broken I stepped back and took her nipple between my lips, exploring the soft female suppleness. I felt her fumbling with the fastening of my skirt, and as it fell in a circle around my feet she gave a grin of delight and dropped her own garment. "I thought I was the only girl who likes feeling the breeze on her pussy." She pulled me down onto the bed and guided my fingers to her equally naked, equally bald slit. 

'If this is what my pussy feels like to others.' I thought as I probed her silky wetness, 'It's no wonder men are so keen to have a feel. And some types of women apparently.' Jane moaned and adjusted her position to suck my tits and thrust against my fingers. As her orgasm started she quickly moved above me, knees astride my head, and pushed her tongue between my lower lips and on to my clit. This was something that hadn't occurred to me might happen, and I jerked in surprise, causing her tongue to slide along the length of my slit and send arrows of fire to every cell of my being. Unable to resist, I opened her sex wide and applied my tongue, delighting in the delicate soft texture of her tender pink inner folds, and the hard bud of her clit. 

Guided by her greater experience I mimicked each move she made, as she brought me closer and closer to my peak. Her musky scent and the salty-sweetness of her juices made me eager for more and I lapped furiously, silently begging her to pour her cum into my waiting mouth. The explosion when it came was everything I hoped it would be. My entire body went into a spasm in an unbelievably intense orgasm, and my mouth was flooded by Jane's outpouring of creamy ladycum. When the first flush of passion ebbed we collapsed into a giggling girly heap of tangled arms and legs. I don't remember how many times we made love, but it was not until the small hours of the morning that I fell wearily into my own bunk. 

It took me a while to go to sleep because I couldn't stop thinking of what had happened. I was a little shocked at how easily I had entered into a lesbian relationship, although in truth I couldn't think of myself as a true lesbian because I enjoyed a cock too much to give up regular fucking. Nonetheless the softness of feminine curves and the taste of cunt juice definitely appealed to me, so I was in no hurry to give that up either. Nor was I willing to forgo the pleasure having my cunt licked by someone who instinctively knew the best way to do it. I would always prefer a good hard poking, but there would be times when soft tits a wet pussy and an educated tongue would be just what I needed.

There was no doubt I was in a state of eager anticipation of the rest of the cruise, with visions of spending my afternoons being joyfully plundered by hard vibrant cocks, and in the evenings surrendering to softly sensuous feminine curves.

The only blemish on my otherwise perfect holiday came at the start of the third week. I had been beside the pool as usual, and after more than an hour in the hot sun I began feeling thirsty. Neither of the guys was there to buy me a cold drink, so I decided to return to the cabin for my purse. Stepping from the lift I noticed the linen trolley outside our cabin, with no sign of the attendant. I didn't give it much of a thought as I moved past it and opened the door, but what I saw left me speechless with outrage. Kneeling beside my bunk and leaning forward so her upper body was hidden by the end of the bunk was a strange woman. Her skirt was pulled up to her hips, and the cabin attendant was kneeling behind her savagely ramming his cock in and out. I was about to explode and bawl them out for daring to use a passenger cabin for clandestine sex, when a voice gasped five words that burned into my brain. "Fuck yes! Harder Tony, harder." I was too stunned to do more than stare as I recognised the voice I had lived with for five years. As much as I hated to believe it, I could not deny the facts. The person I thought was a woman begging to be brutally fucked was my husband Paul, wearing one of my dresses. Pure blind rage and humiliation took away my capacity to speak, and I spun around and fled.

I was unable to face Paul, so I skipped lunch and dinner, snacking instead on a sandwich from the coffee shop. When I was sure he would be in the main lounge in the evening, I sought the solitude of our cabin to try to sort out my thoughts and feelings. After about an hour had passed there was a soft tapping on the door. I remained motionless, hoping whoever it was would go away, but a few seconds later Jane's voice came to me through the locked door. "I know you are in there Kate. Please let me in, I need to talk to you."

Reluctantly I turned the latch, and when she saw my tear streaked face she wrapped me in her arms. "Oh baby, what's the matter?" 

Unable to hold it in any longer, I clung to her and sobbed out what I had seen. To my surprise she didn't seem the least bit shocked. "I don't see why you're so surprised. Surely you knew he was gay? It was pretty obvious. I knew it as soon as I met him. That was what I meant when I said he was different. How could you be married to him for so long and not know?"

I shook my head. "It didn't occur to me. We grew up together and to me he was just Paul. To be honest I've never really understood what gay meant. Neither of us had ever been with anyone else so what we had was normal to us. I knew he didn't like to make love to me, and that he has never been comfortable around women, but I thought it was just a phobia. You know, the way some people are afraid of spiders and stuff. I thought if I could persuade him to get help he would grow out of it. But what I saw him doing was disgusting."

"What was so disgusting about it?" she asked calmly. "He's gay, and that's all there is to it." She lifted her skirt before continuing. "Realistically, what is so different between your husband sucking a cock and his wife licking this?"

I shook my head. "He wasn't sucking a cock, he had one up his bum."

She laughed without humour. "Now you're splitting hairs. You can guarantee if he likes it up his ass he likes it down his throat. That's just the way it is. The two go together. To be fair, you enjoy having your mouth on a wet cunt so why should you object to him enjoying his mouth on a hard cock?" 

I knew what she said was reasonable, but I was in no mood to be rational. We weren't just talking about any man, we were talking about my husband. Paul had betrayed me and that was all that concerned me. And to make matters worse he had betrayed me with another man. He didn't want to fuck his wife, but apparently he was more than willing to butt fuck a guy, probably in my bunk. Well two could play that game. He had hurt me and so I wanted to hurt him. Jane's skirt was still raised, and I pushed her onto her back and fastened my mouth over her bald cunt. She gasped with surprise, but as I probed with my tongue her gasp turned to a sigh, and she pulled my head tight into her crotch. It didn't take long to make her cum, and after I finished lapping up her fluids, I looked at her. "Can I stay with you tonight?" I pleaded. "I couldn't bear to sleep here after what happened."

She nodded. "OK, just for tonight, but you have to face him sooner or later." We only made love once more that evening, and I lay awake long into the night thinking about what she had said. She had been perfectly right of course. Considering the way I had been acting like a bitch in heat, I had no right to judge Paul for following his own urges, no matter what they were. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep, and was woken by Jane's mouth on my nipples and her fingers pushing into my pussy. My body responded instantly, and I moved quickly into a sixty nine. We licked and tongue fucked each other for almost an hour until our clits could take no more, and then we showered before she virtually frog marched me to my cabin. Pushing me through the door, she looked at Paul. "You two need to talk - now." She slammed the door as she left, and Paul looked at me questioningly.

"What was that all about, and where were you all day yesterday and last night?"

I didn't know how to start, so I took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "I was with Jane last night. I stayed with her because I couldn't bear to be near you after what I saw you doing with the attendant yesterday morning."

At least he had the decency to look embarrassed. "Listen Kate, I can explain...."

"Explain what?" I snapped. "How you came to be wearing my clothes and had a cock up your ass? I suppose you're going to tell me it just happened? That it was unintentional. That it was an accident and you didn't mean it to happen?"

He shook his head. "No, I can't say that."

In the face of his honesty I couldn't stay angry, or even resentful. And I sat beside him and took his hand. "How long has it been going on between you?"

"Just over a week. He comes here every morning after you go to the pool."

"I see. Why didn't you tell me you were gay instead of hiding it for all these years? Instead of letting me believe you just had a phobia about girls?"

He shook his head again. "It wasn't like that. I couldn't tell you because I hadn't realised it myself. Last week when I turned in early after a few drinks I bumped into Tony on the way back here. We chatted for a while then he started stroking my crotch and I couldn't help myself."

"OK, I'm trying hard to understand, but there are some things I need to know. You might not want to tell me but I really do need to know, OK?" For the first time he met my eyes as he nodded. "Do you suck his cock? Does he suck yours? Do you fuck him the way he fucks you? Do you like it when he sucks you? Do you ask him to do it? Do you like it when your cock is in his ass? Do you really want to do that too? Do you get excited at the thought?"

He nodded at each of my questions, and despite myself I found I was becoming aroused. "If we switch off the light could you pretend I'm him and let me suck your cock? Could you pretend I'm him and fuck my ass?"

For long moments he didn't reply, just sat with his eyes closed, and my eyes moved to his crotch, looking for signs of life. I could see he was thinking, and I put my hand on his thigh and tried to deepen my voice. "Come on Paul, show Tony that big wonderful cock." He froze when I reached for his zipper, then sighed and leaned back. I rubbed his crotch firmly, then took his semi flaccid tool out, squeezing it tightly the way I thought a man would do it. After what seemed an eternity it began to stiffen, and for the first time ever I was able to look at my husband's rigid cock. I slipped my hand along his shaft to gently cup his testicles, and leaned forward and took him into my mouth. 

My hopes were raised as I sucked and licked his hard prick, but after a couple of minutes it started to shrink, and Paul pushed me away gently. "I'm sorry Kate, it's just not working. I honestly thought it would for a moment, but it just doesn't do it for me. Maybe if I'd had a few drinks it wouldn't feel so different." The last was said almost jokingly, and I laughed in return. I wasn't too disappointed with my failed attempt to give him a blow job, because I hadn't really expected to succeed, but at least we had reached a sort of truce, an understanding.




Voyage of Discovery



Now that his preferences were out in the open, I undressed to change into my bikini to head for the pool deck. He was more relaxed now that I had ever seen him, and I was both surprised and pleased when he looked closely at my pussy, experimentally pushing a finger into me for a moment. At the pool I was in a buoyant mood as I lay soaking up the sun eyeing the bulging swimming trunks, and for the first time paying particular attention to the hint of pussies covered by skimpy bikinis. After everything that had happened in recent days I was realising how sheltered my life had been, and I started thinking of other things I wanted to try. Whether or not I would like them was another matter, but at least I owed it to myself to try.

The opportunity came after lunch when without hesitation I agreed to join Karl and Steve for another threesome in their cabin. I knew they regarded me purely as a sex object, as an easy and more than willing fuck, but the simple fact was that I regarded them in the same light. If it was a slut they wanted, then a slut they would get. The mattress was already on the floor and they were both in their boxers when I entered their cabin without knocking. Without wasting time on preliminaries I stripped off my dress, and tugging their shorts down I dropped to my knees and began sucking, careful to stop when I sensed either of them was about to cum in my mouth. 

After a few minutes I pushed Karl down and straddled him, and when he was comfortably buried in my dripping snatch I leaned forward with my tits flattened against his chest and gestured to Steve. Like my own, his thoughts were clearly on what had happened the day before, and without hesitation he moved behind me. In my eagerness for yet another new experience it hadn't occurred to me that I should use some form of lubrication, and I bit back a scream at the delicious pain as he drove his hard cock deep into my unprepared asshole. It hurt more than it had the first time, but the excitement of being double fucked by two hard cocks at once more than cancelled out any discomfort. After all this was what I had been hoping and planning for all morning, and I wasn't about to let a little pain get in the way of my enjoyment of the experience. I ground my clit into Karl's pubes as the two hard muscles plundered both of my holes in unison, and this time I made no attempt to muffle my screech of pure animal lust as my cum poured out over Karl's lower abdomen, moments after they each pumped their cum deep inside me.

I was feeling quite jubilant when I arrived to listen to the band, and when Jane caught my eye I grinned and gave her a thumbs up. During a break we visited the washroom, and I told her what had happened with Paul. "That's good then," she smiled. "You really needed to sort things out between you." She thought for a moment, and gave me a conspiratorial wink, reaching under my skirt to finger my pussy. "Now you have an excuse to share this with a couple of hot guys, and Paul can't complain."

"I already did," I grinned, and when she raised an eyebrow I told her about Karl and Steve, without going into detail.

Still working her fingers on my clit she grinned back. "Hmm, that gives me an idea. I hope you're not too tired tonight, because I may just have a treat for you if you're up for it." Before I could push her to elaborate she withdrew her hand and left to rejoin the rest of the gang. From then until dinner my mind worked overtime, wondering what Jane had in mind, but each time I tried to question her she changed the subject. I suspected she had seen me eyeing Connie's voluminous boobs after we had first spoken in the restroom, and having tasted what I suspected had been Connie's pussy juice on Karl's cock, I couldn't help speculating. There was no real reason for me to think Connie and Jane had been in any way involved, but there was no harm in hoping.

As the minutes ticked slowly by after dinner, I became more and more impatient. Eventually I could hold back no longer, and although I knew I would be more than half an hour early I showered, and as an afterthought applied a quick spray of perfume to my slit. As I approached Jane's cabin I noticed that the door wasn't fully closed, and tapping softly I pushed my way in. I had been expecting a surprise, but what greeted my unbelieving eyes was far from what I could possibly have imagined. She was lying with her knees drawn up against her boobs, and I walked in just as her brother Shane withdrew his spent cock from her cum filled pussy. Muttering an embarrassed apology, I turned to leave but she called me back.

"Don't go Kate, Shane was just leaving. Unless of course you want him to stay?" she added.

I shook my head, too shocked to speak as he nonchalantly pulled on his pants and pushed past me.

As the door closed behind him I found my tongue. "My god Jane, that was your brother! What were you thinking?"

She laughed at my expression. "It's not as bad as you think. I know I said he's my brother but the fact is he isn't really, we just grew up together. He and Wayne were fostered by my parents almost from birth. Their mother was only fourteen, and she couldn't look after them. She refused to let mum and dad adopt them, even though she had no interest in raising them herself. When they were old enough to leave they just sort of stayed on."

This seemed a reasonable enough explanation, but there was still one thing I was curious about. "OK, fair enough, so how did you come to be having sex with Shane? How did it start?"

"That happened a couple of days after my eighteenth birthday. Mum and dad were out and the three of us were clowning around. Wayne dared me to show my boobs and they both started feeling them. Next thing I knew Wayne was popping my cherry. It hurt a bit but not enough to put me off, and after Wayne finished I cleaned up the mess and let Shane fuck me. I think they had planned it between them, because I caught them perving on me a few times, but I liked it and we've been doing it ever since." She put her hand under my skirt to finger my slit before continuing. "Actually that was going to be the surprise I had for you, but you spoiled it by being early. I thought Shane would have been gone, and I was going to let you lick his cum out of me and see if you would know the difference."

I was a little disgusted that she could even contemplate pulling such a trick, but then I had second thoughts. After all I had tasted cum when I had sucked Karl's cock and that hadn't exactly been unpleasant, and I had tasted Jane's cum and loved it so why not both? The more I thought about it the more intrigued I became, and finally I nodded. "Why not? It could be fun." I stripped off my dress and joined her on the bed. She fastened her lips on my nipple, sucking greedily as she fingered my slit. 

When my juices were flowing she raised her head. "How would you like some company?"

By now I was ready to agree to just about anything, so I nodded eagerly and she banged hard on the cabin wall. Within seconds the door opened and the twins entered, the fronts of their shorts bulging. I hadn't thought that Shane would be able to gain another erection so soon after fucking Jane, but seeing was believing, and I certainly was in no mood to object. Divesting themselves of their shorts, they sat each side of me squeezing my tits. I wrapped my fingers round Wayne's stiff shaft, stroking slowly and after watching for a few moments, Jane took his hand and pushed it between my legs before leaning to take Shane's still glistening cock into her mouth. 

She had barely started sucking before Wayne pushed her backwards. "On your back Sis, Shane and me want to see Kate eat your cunt." With a sultry smile she lay back spreading her legs in invitation, and I quickly knelt between her thighs. The heady scent of recent sex permeated my nostrils as my tongue delved into her crack, savouring the mixture of male and female excretions. With his eyes glued to what I was doing, Shane moved alongside Jane and pushed his tool back between her lips, fondling her firm tits and fucking her mouth relentlessly. I redoubled my efforts, alternately flicking her clit and poking my tongue into her cum filled hole in search of more nectar, vaguely aware that Wayne was stroking my upthrust bottom and tracing the line of my pussy with a fingertip. 

He jammed two fingers into me making me jerk forward, pushing my mouth tighter into Jane's dripping wetness, and she grasped my hair as she ground her crotch against my face. After two or three strokes he withdrew his fingers, and I gasped as he drove his cock deep into my waiting twat. Ever since the first time with Karl I had wanted to explore new sexual experiences, and having my tongue on a clit and my snatch on a cock seemed close to the ultimate. Wayne's exuberant fucking soon had me hovering on the brink of orgasm, and I raised my head to draw in a deep breath, just in time to see Jane's throat convulse as she swallowed Shane's cum. This was all I needed to drive me over the edge, and instinctively I clenched my inner muscles around the pulsating shaft, urging Wayne to fill my hungry cunt with his thick cock cream, and we all collapsed in a sweaty heap. 

Panting for breath in a tangle of arms and legs, none of us moved or spoke for many long minutes, then I looked at Jane with an evil grin. Before she could move I pinned her down by her shoulders and knelt over her. "Time for some of your own medicine." I smirked, and lowered my dripping slit to her mouth. With the twins looking on, she eagerly started to lap at Wayne's cum, and I leaned forward and parted her puffy lips with my tongue. Her hips rose to meet me straining for another orgasm, and I tensed as I felt Wayne's now stiffened cock probing against my asshole. The memory returned of the exciting pain of my first anal penetration, and I pressed back, with a muffled screech of pleasure as he forced through the tight ring of muscle. It went in more easily this time, and I renewed my attack on Jane's clit as he fucked my stretched asshole with long vigorous thrusts. The double action of an educated tongue working eagerly on my cunt, and a hard cock driving in and out of my butt with equal enthusiasm precipitated me into an orgasm I could never have dreamed possible, and I screamed as Wayne's throbbing rod pumped his thick sticky essence deep inside my plundered ass. 

When I woke next morning I was feeling rather tender, so I decided to return to the cabin after breakfast to give my body a break. Paul gave me an anxious look as I stretched out on my bunk, and when I showed no signs of stirring he grew fidgety, constantly glancing towards the door. I had been so concerned with my own discomfort, that it took me a few second to realise he was more than likely expecting his lover. Leaving my bunk in a hurry, I stripped and slipped into my bikini. "Sorry babe, I should have realised you were expecting company. I'll get out of your way." He smiled his thanks as I grabbed a towel, and kissing him quickly on the cheek I headed up to the pool deck.

Stretched out on my usual sun lounge, I found myself thinking about my husband from a new viewpoint. Having had my ass fucked, I was coming to understand a little of how it must feel for him, and I realised it would be wrong of me to begrudge him whatever pleasure he could get. After about an hour none of the usual gang had put in an appearance, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to browse the shops until lunch time. There was no sign of Karl or Steve at lunch, nor did they turn up at the afternoon music session. In fact looking around the room I could spot very few of the regulars. The afternoon passed uneventfully, which suited me since I was really in the mood to simply relax over a couple of drinks.

With my revised attitude to his preferences I felt more comfortable with him, so when were changing for dinner I asked Paul how his morning tryst had gone. He seemed to sense a change in me, and without going into detail he admitted that he had enjoyed it immensely.

Taking the plunge, I asked abruptly. "Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?" 

He grinned sheepishly. "Both actually. He did me first then I did him."

"OK, did you really enjoy sticking your cock in his ass?"

He looked away as he nodded. "Yes, very much."

I could see he was becoming a little uncomfortable, but something within me just wouldn't let me let it go. "That's good then. But what's so different about fucking an ass rather than a cunt?"

"I really can't say. It just feels different. Better." 

Right from the start I hadn't realised where this was going, but I suddenly blurted out. "Well if that's the case what does it matter whose ass it is? Mine for instance?" A few days earlier I would have been horrified at the thought of having a cock in my ass, but a lot had changed since then. Admittedly I had suggested it to him once before, but inwardly I had been relieved when he hadn't responded. Now I really wanted my husband to fuck me willingly, because he wanted to rather than out of a sense of duty. If that meant taking it in the back door then so be it, even though I was still tender from the night before. I forced him to look at me. "Why have you never even tried?"

He shook his head in exasperation. "I don't know. I just never thought of it. Now can we drop it?"

Seeing no point in further antagonising him, I shrugged and finished dressing and together we made our way to the dining room. Paul was very moody throughout the meal, so we ate in silence. There was still no sign of our table companions, and as soon as I finished my main course I pushed my chair back and left. Later, in the music lounge, he was still subdued, and this was reflected in his music as he started on a succession of blues numbers. To my surprise Jane joined him, seating herself on the edge of the stage with a microphone, and I listened with a new appreciation. From the first note it was obvious that her voice was much more suited to this style of music, than to the more commercial songs I was used to hearing from her. Although she barely sang above a whisper, her voice seemed to soar and expand to fill the room. Before she finished the first song I had shivers from the sheer haunting beauty of her rendition of the old classic 'Summertime'. Together they made a superb duo, and I was disappointed when after just one set Paul packed up his guitar and left the lounge. 

Jane joined me at the table and sat down with a sigh. "I enjoyed that. I really love that style of music, but unfortunately most people prefer the more commercial shit." Before I could compliment her on her singing she moved her chair closer and pressed the fabric of my skirt into my crotch. "How are you feeling after last night? You looked as if you were enjoying yourself."

I grinned ruefully. "I was, but I'm paying for it now. I'm still a bit fragile back there."

She gave a sympathetic grin. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Wayne can get a bit boisterous at times." 

One by one the usual faces started to drift in, including Connie, who I hadn't seen for a few days. She appeared to be in an effervescent mood, but whether or not this was because she was without her usual pair of shadows was hard to tell. Waving to Jane and myself as she passed, she approached the stage and had a brief word with the lead singer of the band, before heading for our table. Easing herself on to a chair she grinned as Jane stared openly at her overloaded tee shirt, and then she spotted Karl leaving the lounge and hurried after him.

I winked at Jane. "Looks like someone might be about to get lucky." I laughed with an exaggerated leer.

She matched my leer with one even more lascivious. "Wish it was me, I'd love to get my hands on those tits."

Whether or not anyone got lucky, it certainly wasn't Karl, because he returned within minutes, and dropped into the chair beside me. "Hi girls. If you're interested there's a party happening tonight around midnight." 

Suddenly he had Jane's full attention. "Really? Sounds good to me. Where is it?"

He gave a cabin number a few decks above ours, and I raised my eyebrows. "Wow, those are the money suites, I wonder whose cabin that is."

Jane laughed. "Who cares? It's a chance to see how the other half lives." 

I had had a hectic time over the last few days and nights, and I wasn't sure I was up to partying, especially with such a late start, but my own curiosity and Jane's persuasiveness finally convinced me. A quick visit to the cabin saw me showered and changed, and telling Paul not to wait up, I went in search of the party venue. Loud blaring music made it easy to find, and when I knocked at the door it was opened immediately by a grinning Steve. "In you come Kate. Take a seat and I'll get you a drink."

My jaw dropped as I looked around. I had thought Jane's cabin was large, but this place was huge. Spotting Connie on a large couch, I wandered over and sat beside her. "This is a beautiful cabin," I commented. "Whose is it?" 

She smiled mischievously. "Why, it's mine Dahling. I do like to travel in style, and my husband can afford it. I am not sure he will be pleased wiz ze bill, but who cares?"

I looked around. "I didn't know you had a husband. Where is he?"

She pulled a face "I don' really know. He is off somevere on business wiz his secretary, zo I am here having a good time wiz his money." 

Steve returned and handed me a cocktail before taking a seat on the other side of Connie, just as Jane turned up, along with Karl and the twins. With a meaningful glance at the exotic redhead's mammoth superstructure, she winked at me and went in search of a drink. Returning my attention to our hostess I asked "So where are your two friends?" 

She lifted her shoulders in a dismissive shrug that almost caused her blouse to burst its buttons. "Zey are dull. Zey no longer amuse me." Glancing at her watch she looked towards the door. "Everybody vill be here soon, zen ve can start ze party." As if on cue, the door opened and all seven members of the band entered. Connie grinned with pleasure. "Ah, now for ze fun."

I looked apprehensively at her, but the question I was about to ask died on my lips as Steve casually unfastened her blouse to reveal her braless bosom. She looked on in amusement as he lifted a huge tit and brought the nipple to his lips, and then she lifted its twin and smiled at me. "Zis vun is for you," she whispered. 

The presence of only three girls in a room packed with men was making me nervous, and Connie must have picked up on this, because she whispered reassuringly as she parted her legs to allow Steve to slide his free hand under her skirt. "Don't look so worried Kate dahling, I promise nothin' will 'appen zat you don' want to 'appen. Wayne an' Shane will see to zat." 

Her promise eased my concerns a little, and I was finding her too tempting to resist, so I reached for her proffered breast just as I felt a hand grasping my own boobs. Startled, I turned and saw one of the musicians kneeling beside me grinning. It was becoming clear that all of the guys here had been invited to a gang bang, and although I was a little disconcerted that I hadn't been consulted before I was invited, I couldn't help warming to the idea. After all, this time next week I would be back to my humdrum existence, so I may as well enjoy myself whilst I could. Hitching my skirt up around my waist so he could see and feel my pussy, I reached for his cock as I took Connie's huge nipple into my mouth.



Voyage of Discovery



I met Peter at the local gym. He was a guy who attracted me immediately and he was also about my age in the early twenties, and from what I gathered he was unattached like me and looking for someone to romance.

I liked the way he put that; 'someone to romance' it was nice and I felt comfortable with him.

We are both a trifle overweight and keen to put off some of those proverbial pounds. 

Pete said that we drive too much, eat too much and just don't get the exercise we should.

The third time I saw him at the gym we had a coffee together afterwards in the health center canteen and got to talking about more general things.

I guess what really clicked it off for us was when he complained that the exercise was all very well, it did miracle for the physique but nothing for the nominal human desires; and that is when he said he would like to get into some real nice 'sexercise."

"You are unattached Roger, so you must feel the same.

"I do quite often, but the difficulty is finding somebody of like mind and I am not into casual sex."

"Neither am I Roger but it truly make a big difference in my life if I could really find someone to fill that gap."

"I know the feeling, Pete."

"Have you ever been with a girl Roger?"

"I have never had the inclination frankly. I have had girlfriends but just that, nothing more."

"Are you telling me you are gay Roger?" he paused awaiting my reply then he added "I hope!"

I had never had anyo0ne ask me that outright before. I felt my whole body numb and I must have flushed, hesitating to find the words which would declare something I had kept secret forever!

"You are aren't you? Well no need to be concerned because am too."

"You are. Have you ever been with another guy?"

"I wish but the only opportunity have experience is being touched up by sad old guys who want a quickie, usually in toilets and places like that. And I am definitely not into toilet bashing!"

"I was touched up by this guy sitting next to me in a coach, he kept whispering to me how nice it was and if I'd like to put a coat over my lap he would suck it for me."

"And did he, Roger?"

"No way. I didn't fancy him anyway and I am the sort of guy who likes to get to know someone first before going further."

"So you have never had a full experience with another guy Roger?"

"No, I am still waiting for that guy to come along!"

"Well I am here" he said with a broad smile and we both instantly knew we were compatible and life was going to be so different and so very exciting. We were both on a completely new voyage of discovery.

It was awkward at first though for both of us. We were virtually novices but that made it all the more interesting and thrilling, learning and discovering each other in those very intimate ways we had never shared before.

The first time we were intimate was when Pete asked me to come to his place to look at some pictures. He is a keen amateur photographer and some of the pics he showed me were magnificent.. He experimented doing natural shots of people and places and I think he ought to send them in to a publisher because surely he will get recognition.

That sort of broke the ice. Pete spreading his huge album of photographs across our laps on his settee and we sort of warmed instinctively to each other and when he simply pecked me on the cheek, thanking me for giving him encouragement - I returned the gesture momentarily pressing my lips to his.

It was as if a spark had fired and the next thing I realized was that Pete had put the album down and was engaged in giving me the most enthralling deep French kisses I would have be repulsed by normally, but just being with him changed all that.

I felt his first intimate touch then, as he French kissed me, and it was so very nice. He just squeezed me there and I felt myself instantly growing beneath my jeans, opening my thighs slightly wanted him to go further. It was soothing and lovely the way he was spoiling me there, still kissing me profusely. It was like we had both discovered our true sexual leaning simultaneously and we just were not about to let that go.

When Pete stopped kissing my lips was warm and numb. He gathered his breath and looked into my eyes deeply and asked if I was alright with that. That really he had surprised himself and had everyone that before to anybody, but with me it just seemed the natural thing to do and he hoped I liked it.

I told him it was beautiful and it was we were completely right for each other and please not to stop.

"You feel divine Roger, you really do, I simply love the way it responds every time I squeeze."

I took the opportunity to unzip. I wanted him to see me as much as I wanted to see him.

"Oh! That is simply gorgeous."

"For you to enjoy" I said

"We shall have to give him a name you know Roger, I have a feeling we shall be seeing a lot of each other."

We decided on Freddy and then I felt his first oral kiss. It felt lovely as he gently slipped back my foreskin. "It is so nice and tight and pliable" he said sniffing me there.

"Would you like to see me now Roger?"

I said I would love that and he immediately stripped and I thought it best to do the same so we were completely naked and he looked absolutely stunning, that well gym worked physique was all I could have wanted of a guy and as is by magic, it wasn't long before were both indulging in the thrill of exploration, discovering each other.

I have never ever touched a guy before but if I didn't know before I did now, that I was gay as much as was he and we were going to have some great times together.

His cock was a little thicker than mine, well exercised by hand he laughed, It felt remarkable and I loved the feel of it, so pliable and seductive. I found myself rolling my buttocks and felt s certain longing between, at that time I did not fully understand what it was all about. All I knew is the more Pete explored my balls and Freddy the more I had this inherent feeling I would like for him to enter me.

It was beautiful when I felt his fingers wonder beneath my balls, teasing me between my buttocks.

He whispered would it be alright if he kissed me there. I wasn't quite sure what he meant but I thought go for it. He was just doing things that were sending me crazy and all the time his cock was pulsing in my mouth. I felt a warm fluid on my tongue and momentary stopping massaging it with my mouth he whispered he was sorry, but it was just his pore-cum.

But it seemed fine. I wanted to show him my appreciation and swallowed it. I experienced a salty taste and felt his is something I could get used to. We decided to call his rocket because it was more pointed than mine and for the first time I was yearning to feel it inside me.

I simply caressed it as I enjoyed him teasing my anus making it softer by spitting on his finger and gently rimming me there

"Have you ever fucked Roger?"

I said I hadn't.

"Wow! So you are a virgin huh? Be honest Roger, would you prefer to take or give?"

I did not quite catch on as to what he meant but he made it clearer and I knew then what he wanted of our relationship.

He was very happy when I said I would like to take. I guess because of the feelings there, especially as he massaged me there some more, I knew I was a taker and that would be so nice.

"Would you like to try it now Roger?" Pete said with bated breath, I could tell he was really up for it

"Yes, I would like that, but it will be my first time remember."

"No problem Roger, I aim to give you so much spoiling, I have some lubricating oil which well make it better for penetration." 

I had never figured on that before, the thought of being penetrated made it all real, and I so wanted that penetration. He was so large though and I hoped he could get it all inside me.

It was going to hurt first time surely.

"We shall take it as it comes Roger" he reassured me, when you get used to it, because I plan to regularly fuck you, it will be fine, And your ass is just made for spoiling. I want to eat you all up."

"Then you won't have anything left to fuck" I laughed.

He laughed with me and he said he would like me to bend over so he could prepare me. That seemed very sexy and nice and yes, I felt I wanted to be all ass for him. I just had this feeling inside that to let him see me full spread. He made the very best of me and for the next few minutes I was treated to the most wonderful sexual journey when he sucked and licked me everywhere, told me he adored the smell and taste of me there.

It was a journey of discovery sure enough and I was thoroughly enjoying being utterly spoiled and wanted. I busied myself with his magnificent erection and his firm balls and, kneeling beside me, he relished my ass and anus to the full. The licking and touching and spreading was beautiful.

"I think we ought to have liftoff Roger, okay?"

I guessed he aimed to penetrate me."

I gritted my teeth, spread out on all fours on his bed so he could easily place himself to me. I was well lubricated and his fingers had busily stretched me there and it felt good.

How would that first fuck feel? Was bout to find out. I felt his know touch me first, just above the penetrating place, I waswonderi8ng if he had misjudged the place, but then I felt a slight stretch and he plunged into me. At firsts it felt like wanting badly to go to the lavatory but in reverse   and his cock veered into me, he asked me to help him by swaying my hips from side to side and yes it did,. I feeling although it hurt a but, felt so lovely and I knew I was about to be enjoyed like a woman. His cock was beginning to thrust into me already. 

It felt bizarre initially, having another with a cock like mine, fucking it into my ass and I was enjoying it.

It was soon done.

Pete apologized saying he just could not hold back but he would give me a good stiff wank to release me.

I was still smouldering inside and it felt like he was still inside me. He said it would be fine next time, that he would take his time so that we could both cum at once.

I knew I had been fucked good and properly and although it hurt some the wonderful feeling was there too and when he gave me a real good frisking whilst sucking my p-hole which soon made me spurt like a volcano. It was nice and wonderful that first time and I knew we were then an item.



Voyage of Discovery with Joe



I could not expect Joe to come running, just because I wanted a quickie. He was a nice guy whom I cherished very much but the last thing I wanted was to be a burden to him.

But I was simply overwhelmed by my relentless sexual drive to the point that I could not sleep. I was besotted by Joe and dreamed of how it was when we were together every night. The taste of him was always in my mouth and the feel of him up my ass. The way he loved me so passionately like he was partaking in a voyage of discovery with my body and my soul.

I felt his fingers exploring every cook and cranny, his tongue licking up my ass, over my balls and well sucked cock. I cannot fully explain how that felt. He loved to suck and lick me. And I did him I, loved the feel and taste of a wonderful stiff beating cock sucked deep in my mouth, teasing the epiglottis in the throat until I enjoyed the succulent warmth of his cream spurting over my face.

It was heaven on earth. It made for the most wonderfully endearing relationship I have ever known and hope to redeem shortly when Joe returns from Australia where he was filming.

And after that we went into over- ride and he was soon fucking me like a mad boar, lifting my ass with every thrust, twisting and turning for best effect, me taking it in every position until he had well and truly had his fill of my well worked asshole. And then it was mouth fucking time again, I am tasting my own scent on his cock and the remnants of his spunk mixed in. I suck it, closing my eyes and taking in the flavour of his passion. Joe is simply lovely and all in all, although he has had me several times, I am always ready for more, even the ass tanning her likes to give me occasionally. It stings like hell because his slaps are firm and heavy, but I enjoy the reward afterwards when he massages me with coconut cream and gives my fresh spanked ass a real work over with a newly generated throbbing cock, given off my own hand, wanking him until he has fully swollen again. I feel the zest of fresh cock sinking into my soul like a steam piston giving me what want, a real good seeing to and no messing, and there never is any messing with Joe. He simply loves his fuck of me and makes no issue about that, when he fucks, he fucks and has me how he wants me, I am his for the taking any way and method, any position. 

If he decides he wants to paddle me in skin tight jeans of shorts, or a thong it is always thrilling, then the pain soon changes to pleasure as he licks and sucks squirty dream off my ass and balls and says he is sorry. My ass is tingling and sore but it makes for a real strong wanting of his length up deep inside my ass, well anointed with his mouth and cream.

I relish him returning to me. As soon as he texts me and says he is back in England I text back and tell him straight that I cannot do without him, that it has been too long living without his fuck and everything.

"Have you been good for me Pete?" he asks when he phones me. "Have you been keeping that ass exclusively for me?"

I tell him I have. The only regular fucking is by my anal vibrator which has served me since he has been away. But it is absolutely no match for a real fresh cock

"I will give you what you deserve Pete, so you'd better have that ass ready for my service."

I adored the way he talked. I could almost feel him touching me as he spoke with those very sexy tones. I could feel a spur in my groin and an ache in my passage, dying for Joe's fuck.

Well no sooner than he arrived and he had me bent over the arm of the settee for a real good seeing to. He was like a hungry animal relishing the joy my ass could give him, he said he had missed that so much and now he wanted to fuck me all night.

You know you can Joe" I said stretching my legs wide for his need of me, the teasing, the sucking and licking of ass and balls was a delight and he was soon smothering me with his fully erect cock I had missed so much.

We had a lot of catching up to do and I was back in my heaven on earth. A new voyage had begun and we were set to take the rough seas and the smooth. He'd mess me with his agile fucking but I was no longer embarrassed because he consoled me, that he felt he had given me a quality fuck. I washed and returned fresh and squeaky from the bathroom when he went for it again, and there I was in my element, stripped and positioned on all fours for his bare back stiff fucking.



Voyage of Discovery



"Thankfully that was not the case," Arielle said softly. "It seems that somebody didn't think I should ever arrive..."

Arielle related the story of her journey and the King's face grew dark and stormy as the true nature of the betrayal became evident. 

They both heard the sound of voices. With a gust of wind, the outer door swung open sharply and Lady Miranda swept in on a cloud of acrid perfume. "Your Majesty, I was wondering—" she began ingratiatingly. Then she saw Arielle and her face blanched snow white. 

"Miranda my dear, perhaps you would like to be introduced to my bride-to-be, Arielle De Montfort." The King's voice was ice cold as he strode towards the treacherous woman. He grasped hold of her arm and yanked her within spitting distance.

"How dare you interfere in my intended marriage!" he seethed. "I had no intention of ever marrying your niece -- you should have known better than to plot and meddle with my affairs. For this you shall be banished from my land for the rest of your pitiful life."

Miranda's lip wobbled and she began to protest her innocence vociferously.

"GUARDS!" The King yelled at the top of his voice. Several well-armed men came running into the room, their weapons at the ready. 

"Please escort the Lady Miranda and her entourage from the city. She is leaving immediately," the King ordered harshly. 

Arielle watched with little sympathy as the scheming woman was hauled out of the room, crocodile tears falling in acidic floods. She was lucky to have escaped with her life - as was Arielle when all things were considered.

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Arielle stood on the cliff looking down at the sparkling sea. The sun shone across the turquoise water, reflecting off the glassy surface into a myriad of tiny rainbows. It was a beautiful sight.

Behind her Nico played in the rock pools, his unruly black hair tamed and brushed smooth. Smart clothes had replaced his rags for he was now a part of the royal household. The King had been much impressed with his kindness and had not hesitated in offering the boy a home. Naturally his poor parents had jumped at the chance for their boy to better himself. 

Arielle smiled at him before returning to gaze pensively across the bay. This was the morning of her wedding. She had asked for an hour to come down and pay her thanks to the sea for saving her life. It could have been very different if fate had taken a different course. 

Soon she would be married to a handsome man who had promised her the world. She was the happiest woman in the entire kingdom at this moment and she felt the excitement bubbling up within her breast. Joyfully she began to sing, the familiar words of her favourite songs flowing off her tongue. The golden notes danced in the warm breeze and floated off across the water like sparkling gems.

A loud splash caught her attention and she looked down, her song interrupted. A dolphin jumped up from out of a wave and whistled at her. Laughing in delight, Arielle clapped her hands joyfully. Her dolphin saviours had returned!

Soon more dolphins leapt and cavorted in the warm water, vying for Arielle's attention. It was a marvellous sight and she was enraptured. Suddenly something flew out of the water and landed at her feet with a wet plop. She stooped to pick up the green seaweed clad lump curiously.

A small hard object within the slimy mass sparkled when the bright sunlight caught it. Arielle carefully pulled the seaweed away, only to reveal the diamond ring that had been stolen from her. She gasped in surprise. How on earth had this turned up now? 

She stared in shock at her dolphin friends. "Where did you find this?" she asked them in astonishment, knowing that they could not reply even if they wanted to. They just whistled at her and blew columns of water high into the air jubilantly.

Then as suddenly as the pod had appeared, it was gone again, diving into the blue sea and disappearing beneath the waves. Arielle was left gazing after them with a sense of wonder. Some things could never be explained.

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One week after her marriage to the King of Corinnia, news reached the city of the remains of a ship washed up on a distant shoreline. Several bodies, including that of the Captain, were found trapped amongst the shipwreck. It appeared that the poor unfortunate crew of the good ship, The Desdemona, had met an untimely end at sea.

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