0 comments/ 69364 views/ 13 favorites Caribbean Cruise By: TheCaptain Rick Chaplain was one of those All-American boys; dashingly handsome, intelligent, and witty, with short-cropped dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a rough, matured, attractive face that was weathered and appropriately tempered by the elements. He was originally from Patton, Ohio, a small town in the middle of nowhere, and had learned from a very early age how to make his own fun and get his own level of enjoyment out of the most bleak and disheartening of circumstances. Having been discovered by a local oddity, a drunken ex-NFL superstar-turned-talent scout, – who saw potential in the young man’s football skills that few others imagined – and through his own passion to succeed at everything in life, Chaplain wound up on UCLA’s vast, formidable college football team, proving his worth against some of the best and brightest young football prodigies from all over the United States. It was there, when he was just 23-years-old, that Rick met and fell in love with 21-year-old Ashley Collins, a gorgeous, buxom blonde cheerleader with an I.Q. of 190 and a body to die for. She had a sexy, voluptuous physique with a nice round, meaty ass and a real big, firm pair of 34D-cup hooters. It wasn’t much intentional that he fell in love: Rick knew it was fated to be, and he thanked God every single day for having Ashley in his life. She was beautiful, kind, generous, sincere, and loved to laugh. She made Rick smile just by being with him, and every time she wasn’t by his side made his heart ache with longing. Their sex life together was the best Rick had ever know…full of passion and tenderness, fire and ice, a perfect blending of extremes that he could never in all his years that he lived imagine tiring of. They had been dating quite seriously for the past 3 years now. In the summer of the third year of their relationship, Ashley invited her boyfriend Rick to join her on a little yacht excursion to the Caribbean, which was a gift from her and her two sisters to their parents for their twentieth wedding anniversary, and he had readily accepted the invitation. He was now 26-years-old, and she herself was 24. He was a rookie for the Dallas Cowboys NFL team, and she was a student teacher at one of the local high schools. The fifty-foot catamaran must have cost a small fortune to rent out for an entire week, but then Ashley’s father, Andrew ‘Andy’ Collins, was an extremely rich man, making his fortune by investing in some sort of oil scheme quite a few years back. Andrew was 55-years-old, and formerly a U.S. Navy SEAL, Ashley told her lover Rick. The guy was a nice enough fellow, or so Rick found, but there was an underlying tension between them… Rick believed it was because Andrew suspected he was ‘putting it’ to his middle daughter, Ashley. His wife, Billie, was actually Ashley’s stepmother, but they got along like Mom and daughter. Ashley hadn’t known her birth mother; she had died when she was only a baby in a tragic skiing accident, so Billie was the only Mom she had ever truly known. Billie was actually the mother of Andy’s youngest child, Ashley’s half-sister Constance. Billie looked young enough that Rick had logically thought she was one of Andrew’s daughters the first time they’d met, not his second wife, but she was in fact 38-years-old. She was a lot better looking than Rick could believe, and he found himself becoming bewitched with her physical splendour every time he was in her presence. She and her daughter Connie looked much more like sisters than a mother and daughter. They both had dark tans and golden-blonde hair, and wear their hair in the same short, pixie style. Connie was slightly taller. Her mother was a lot fuller in the chest and hips, and of course looked older in the face. Billie had a full, luscious pair of 36DD-cup breasts, which Rick found so alluring and very hard to resist, despite the fact that he loved Ashley with all his heart. Connie was just 18-years-old, and had a tall, lithe body full of femininity and sensuous delights. Rick found himself drawn to Connie as well as her mother because she was so young and tender, so innocent, so gorgeous in her naivety. Perhaps it was the fact that she was so young, and so inexperienced with the ways of the world, that Rick felt an overwhelming urge to be there for her, to protect her and guide her, just like his girlfriend Ashley did. She had a firm, taut ass, and long, sleek legs that were toned from daily runs and exercise at gyms. Connie had smallish, cone-shaped 36B-cup tits, but these only seemed to lend to the rest of her youthful, feminine sensuality, which Rick found helplessly erotic. She was the only Collins woman without a date for the cruise, but she seemed to have attached herself almost desperately to Ash and Rick. Then, there was the eldest daughter, Kimberley, who was 27-years-old. When measuring the Collins women on their physical beauty, Kim Collins would win hands-down every single time (though Billie was definitely very close behind her eldest stepdaughter when it came to looks). She was a tall, gorgeous Amazon warrior-woman, one of the most erotic and intimidating women Rick had ever encountered in all his years. She had a voluptuous figure which she liked to flaunt at every opportunity, wearing the skimpiest of bathing suits and at times flashing her ample 38C-cup bosoms or moist, wet gash when the chance arose, which never failed to bring a smile to Rick’s face or get his meat-stick all hard and aching. Kim and Ash’s mother had been half-Cherokee Indian, so they both had that genetic trait coursing through their veins – with Ashley, it was not all that evident, as she had inherited much of her looks from her father’s family, but with Kimberley it was quite apparent. She was very much her mother’s daughter, and had the silky-smooth skin and the darkened complexion of the Native-American Cherokee. She also had her half-sister Connie’s obsession with exercise, as she always had to run and do push-ups every morning before the sun rose up too high in the east. With long, billowing jet-black hair, piercing emerald-green eyes, and an achingly sweet, feminine face, Kimberley was the best of both her parents, and seemed to be the living continuation, as it were, of her and Ashley’s mother, who had died all those years ago. She and her husband, Keith Stevens, were not getting along all that well as of late for some reason which neither party wished to share with the rest of the company. Rick could smell some serious marital problems in the air, and wondered to himself why they would even come of the holiday with everyone else if there were some serious problems between them. Keith at least should have stayed back on shore, so at least the entire Collins family could be together at this special time and have some fun. But their issues were now affecting the entire group, and there was little anyone else could really do to rectify the situation. On the first day of their holiday cruise around the Caribbean, they had just sailed around a number of pristine island inlets, heading away from the more popular, crowded islands and shipping lanes to try and find their own little piece of paradise to enjoy. Rick and Ashley spent much of the morning sleeping off their long flight down from Miami, seriously jet-lagged and just happy to have finally reached their destination. But when they finally awoke, Ashley was feeling a little bit amorous, and was looking for a good long servicing from her personal sex-stallion, Rick… Both he and Ashley liked to sleep in the nude, so there was no clothing to impede her access as she moved up against her lover’s naked body, rubbing herself up against his side. She slowly, laboriously slid her wet, dripping moot up and down Rick’s right thigh, leaving a long, glistening trail of pussy-juice down his leg. She then reached for her boyfriend’s right hand and, slowly grinding her pelvis now up against her handsome lover’s body, guided it down to her gaping cunt-slit. It was at this moment when Rick came out of his deep slumber into semi-consciousness, to find his right hand buried in the pink, fleshy folds of his girlfriend’s dripping, super-sensitive snatch. He began to slowly work one cum-slick finger into the inner depths of her ultra-tight twat as he became more alert and began to realize what was going on, driving and gyrating the piercing digit into the very deepest recesses of Ashley’s body, causing her to grasp and arch her back against his probing with pleasure. Then he pushed in a second finger, working it in around her tight pussy with the first digit til Ashley was grasping and hollering with lust. Rick moved slowly down until his face was level with Ash’s gaping gash, then he went in for the kill with his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking at his girlfriend’s budding, blood-red clitoris with a passionate relish. Opening his mouth to engulf his lover’s thick, throbbing love-button, Rick sucked back on the fleshy nubbin with all his might, causing her to scream with ecstasy as she came with a sticky flourish all over his face. While he kept working his fingers relentlessly in and out of her sopping wet cunt, mercilessly finger-fucking her pink pussy as Ash orgasmed, Rick drank back her potent sex-sauce with the need of a man parched with thirst. As she kept squirting creamy pussy-juice into Rick’s wide-open mouth, he began to work his tongue up into her tight, hairy smoo, lapping at the inner folds of her vulva and scooping out Ashley’s girly-cum for himself. He pulled his probing fingers out of her twat, licked and sucked the digits back into his mouth to get the sweet, savoury vadge-lube, then stick the two fingers back up her snatch again. This made Ashley screech at the top of her lungs with pleasure, as Rick filled her cunt-hole with his probing digits while licking and sucking at her sensitive clit at the same time. The sensory overload was, to Ashley, nothing short of exquisite… Rick’s stiff, throbbing 8” cock was sticking straight up towards the ceiling, the mushroom-shaped, bulbous head, swollen with blood and light purple in colour, covered with glistening pre-cum, which was literally pouring out of the tiny little piss-slit at the top of his dick-knob. It was 8” of thick, rigid, circumcised dick-meat, quite an impressive specimen of the male form indeed… Rick was more than a little proud of his big, fat dick, and knew that it had rocked the world of every single lover he had ever taken to bed. In the end, he knew, they all fell in love with his massive cock, and went weak at the knees imagining what his throbbing phallus would do to their tight little snatches. Ash noticed her boyfriend’s erection after finally coming down from her huge, mind-blowing climax, and quickly moved around and down between Rick’s legs to take his throbbing, blood-gorged pole of man-meat deep down the back of her throat. With little to no preliminaries required or necessary, Ashley Collins began to deep-throat her lover’s penis, using a good deal of spit to get his pulsating prick all lubed up so that it could slide in and out of the depths of her throat with more ease. As she sucked and slobbered on his phallus, Rick groaned with deep, pure animalistic lust, arching his head back and squeezing his eyes tightly shut as wave after wave of incredible pleasure coursed through his entire body. She had a lovely mouth… Rick had never known anybody who could suck cock as well as Ashley could – she seemed to have developed the technique perfectly, honing it down to a fine art. Rick didn’t particularly want to know how exactly Ash became so good at slurping at his dick, but she was definitely very capable when it came to cocksucking… Ash seemed to have no bounds when it came to sex, willing do whatever it took to bring the most intense pleasure to Rick when they made love. Every time they were intimate together, it was a new and vastly enjoyable experience for him, and Rick only hoped that he could make Ashley feel at least a tenth as good as what she made him feel. “Oh Goddamn… ah baby, yeah, suck my dick just like that! Jesus, you’re so fuckin good at that, Ash!” Rick cried out, grasping two good handfuls of her long, billowing blonde hair and forcing her head down on his rigid tool. Soon enough, his ball-sacs were beating a regular tempo against Ashley’s chin as Rick fucked her throat with his cock. Finally feeling his pleasure reaching its zenith, groaning with lust as he felt his orgasm began to come rushing down upon him, Rick quickly pulled his cock out of Ash’s mouth and hurried wanked his dong with his right hand. Ashley Collins let out a moan of lust, sliding over onto Rick’s right leg so that he could pleasure her meaty smoo with his foot as she licked and slurped at his cockshaft, then she spat a thick, gooey blob of saliva onto the very tip of her lover’s rigid staff. Following this up by moving down to take first one of Rick’s ball-sacs, and then the other, into her mouth to suck upon, Ashley then moved slowly up to lick a long trail up the underside of her boyfriend’s turgid, throbbing dick-stick with her tongue. Rick let go of his cock and allowed his woman to take back control of proceedings, giving himself over to her sensuous oral ministrations. This time around, Ashley concentrated upon the bulbous head of Rick’s prick, using her teeth and suctioning mouth to pleasure her love’s manhood. She looked up at her hunk with wide, luscious eyes, savouring the look of pure bliss that was plastered all over Rick Chaplain’s face at that very moment. He could hardly believe how good it felt to have Ashley biting lightly down on his swollen, ultra-sensitive cock-knob, while at the same time she was licking and slurping at the tiny little pee-opening on the very tip of his hardened member. “Oh Jesus, yesss!” Rick groaned out loud, rolling his eyes back in climactic pleasure as waves of pure orgasmic ecstasy coursed through his system. Ashley then pulled her lover’s penis out of her mouth, and moved down under his balls to take a swipe at Rick’s brown, puckered asshole with her tongue. Rick let out a mighty roar of lust as Ashley took another long, sensuous lick at his butt-hole, causing him to shudder and thrash about with agonized pleasure. Then it really got interesting when Ash pushed into her lover’s tight, puckered little bunghole with her tongue… Rick had never truly imagined that sex could ever be as incredible as what he was feeling at that very moment as Ashley Collins pushed into his tight brown butt-pipe with her tongue. He felt her thin, probing tongue sliding up against the walls of his anus as his rear-end gave in to his girlfriend’s determined probing, and soon he was arching his back and letting out a long, contented, protracted sigh of sexual ecstasy as Ash’s tongue finally worked its way into the very depths of his tight, constrictive bunghole. She had as much of her tongue as she could in Rick’s asshole, and it was one of the most intense, exquisite feelings he had ever experienced in all his years alive. It was something that Ash had never done to Rick before, but he had certainly done the same thing to her many times in the past, especially when he was about to have anal sex with her, which required a lot of lubrication… she had quite obviously liked the experience when he had licked and tongue-fucked her tight asshole, so Ash seemed to have decided to return the favour in kind. He had ever even imagined that his anus could be such a pleasurable, orgasmic orifice. Deciding now was the best time to fuck his lover, because he did not know how much oral stimulation he could actually bare in the intensely aroused state he was in, Rick reached down with both hands and cupped Ashley’s gorgeous face gently. He looked at her face with tender love and warm emotion, and then slid the thumb of his right hand into Ash’s mouth, which she instantly began to suck upon without a word of encouragement needing to be spoken. “Are you ready to have my cock inside you now, baby?” Rick asked his girlfriend in a soft, cooing voice. Ashley smiled broadly and nodded her head, acting all innocent and well behaved, which brought a smile to Rick’s lips as well. He shook his head as his grin widened endearingly, then wormed his way back on the bed, away from Ashley a little bit, allowing her to crawl forward until she had positioned herself just over the top of her lover’s rigid, upthrust dick-staff. Ashley was in the standard ‘cowgirl’ position, facing Rick as she lowered herself down onto his turgid dick-stick, impaling herself down upon his rock-hard cock. It was an incredibly exquisite feeling to have his dick swallowed up by the fleshy folds of Ashley’s moist, pink vulval lips, and Rick let out a soft, sharp grunt of pleasure when the swollen head of his throbbing phallus popped in past the outer ring of his lover’s cunt-hole. Ash then rapidly slid herself down the length of Rick’s granite penis, until pelvis was mashed against Rick’s and his twitching dick was buried to the very hilt inside her tight, wet pussy. Grunting and grasping softly as wave after wave of intense sexual stimulation coursed through her body, Ashley felt a huge orgasm pour out of her within moments of being fully penetrated by Rick’s cock. She reached down with her right hand, keeping her body propped up on top of Rick with her left arm all the while, and rapidly frigged her own budding clit through the thick, well-trimmed bush of triangular, razor-thin blonde pubic hair, magnifying her own pleasure ten-fold as she bounced up and down on the length of her boyfriend’s erection. After a while, she started to rock herself backwards and forwards on Rick’s rigid cock when Ash had his hardness buried deep inside her dripping gash. Grinding and gyrating herself around on Rick’s cock, Ashley used every trick there was to give herself and her lover as much pleasure as possible. She leaned down quickly for a long, passionate kiss on the mouth, sliding her tongue into Rick’s mouth and fencing with his own. After a long while French-kissing passionately, she pulled back and sat up again above Rick, continuing to raise and lower herself up and down upon his cock. Ash’s hands were everywhere; sliding up and down over Rick’s chest, squeezing and manipulating his cum-heavy balls as she bounced up and down on his cock, and diddling her own swollen, sensitive clit with her fingers. Rick grunted and shuddered with lust as his orgasm threatened to overwhelm him again – he wanted to wait, though, until Ashley had cum again before he allowed himself to climax. Rick didn’t have all that long at all to wait for Ashley to climax; she was quite close at that very moment. Rick reached up with both hands to grasp a-hold of Ash’s hips as he pounded into her thick-lipped twat with all his might, stretching the walls of her snatch to the limits with the girth of his swollen, rock-solid roger. Then he moved up higher still, to grasp hold of her full, luminous breasts and flicking her stiffened nipples with his forefingers. Rick soon had her grunting and moaning at the top of her lungs, as Ashley diddled her hardened nubbin of turgid flesh with a relish. He could feel the walls of her cunt twitching as her pussy squeezed Rick’s cockshaft like a velvety globe. He could hardly hold out against Ashley as he relentlessly slammed his dick in and out of her twat, but he did in the end maintain his composure, restraining himself from his own pleasure so that he could help her cum first. In the end, Ashley let out an ear-shattering scream and climaxed all over Rick’s rigid prick and cum-heavy balls, her body jerking and shuddering in ecstasy as her thick, gooey, clear pussy-juices bathing his rigid phallus and throbbing gonads. Ash didn’t waste much time in climbing off and moving back down to slurp at her lover’s cockshaft again, after a while actually taking the entire length of Rick’s dick down into the back of her mouth. She ran her tongue around the bulbous head of Rick’s cock, then pushed the very tip of her probing tongue into the little piss-slit on the very tip of his throbbing phallus. After a while of deep-throating Rick’s straining cock, Ashley looked up at her lover’s face, and then gave her a soft, sensuous little smile. She was so innocent, so gorgeous, and Rick finally felt his self-control give out at last. Caribbean Cruise I would like to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching my errors and making this story easier to read. Some of you will like it, but more will probably hate it because of the ending. So sit back with a beverage and get ready to be amused, angered and probably relieved this didn't happen to you. We had just dropped off our kids at my parent's house and were now heading towards the Canaveral Sea Shore port on the East coast of Florida. You see for Christmas last year, her parents had given us a gift of a seven-day Caribbean cruise and we had scheduled it for the first week of May. I was sipping on a cup of coffee when my wife Ann spoke up breaking the ice. "Well Tim, how long have you been screwing Kathy?" she asked. "Started just after I found out about you and Roger," I replied still keeping my eyes on the road. "I figured you must have found out because you haven't touched me or made any advances towards me in the last couple of months," she said with an edge in her voice. "What's the point? You'd probably just turn me down like always and if you did decide to grace me with your body, I probably wouldn't have been able to perform anyway thinking about getting Roger's seconds." "You never got Roger's seconds," she snapped back. "Well it doesn't make any difference because I'm getting all I can handle now anyway," I said with a stupid smirk on my face. "I thought about bowing out and giving up my ticket so you and Roger could sail off into the sunset, but thought, screw you. I earned this trip as much as you," I replied now getting a little angry. "You couldn't have done that anyway. Since 9-11, it takes a couple of weeks to switch tickets and besides, I broke it off with Roger over two months ago," she told me. "Is that supposed to make a difference to me?" I asked. "Just thought you'd like to know Tim." "Ann, I want to know nothing about you and your fuck buddy Roger or anyone else. I don't give a shit what or with whom you do anything with any more. I'm going to have seven days of rest and relaxation with or without you," I told her. "No problem, I'll make sure to stay out of your way," she said now looking out the side window. How did we get to this point in our marriage? I think we kind of got into a rut with work, the kids and took each other for granted. We were more concerned about surviving the day-to-day grind that we lost track of each other. I made more than a few stupid statements and did something really dumb, but Ann was the first one who took it to the next level. I followed her example, but I guess two wrongs don't make a right and now we're at the point of calling it quits. '****************** There are two things you just don't tell a wife, girl friend or any woman on the planet. Number one, "that she's lost her shape and isn't as sexy as she once was." Second, "that she couldn't pickup any man she tried to." Ann gave birth to our three kids in a matter of five years. All the baby weight didn't completely go away and she was carrying about forty-five to fifty extra pounds. Don't get me wrong, I still loved her to death, but I guess I wasn't as supportive as I should have been and some times I nagged her about her weight. Hell I'd gained about ten to twelve pounds myself since we got married, but Ann never said a thing. Things started going sour just after the first of the year. We were going to go to dinner with a group of business associates and friends. Ann was having trouble getting into one of her dresses and yelled at me to give her a hand. "Tim help me zip up the back will you?" she asked. With some difficulty I finally got the zipper all the way up, but the dress was way too tight. It didn't say it looked painted on, but you could see every wrinkle if you know what I mean. "If you lost a few pounds it would fit a lot better," was my first stupid statement of the evening as Ann now glared at me. "Don't give me that look, I didn't tell you to gain all that weight over the holidays," I came back with. Stupid statement number two went over like a lead balloon. "Maybe I should just stay home so you won't be embarrassed to be seen with me," Ann replied. "I'm just kidding babes. You look great," I said unsuccessfully trying to get out of this one. "Let's just go and get this over with," she said grabbing her purse and walking out the door. Dinner was a huge disaster. Ann ate very little and drank way too much. After the meal the band started playing and all she wanted to do was dance. I danced a few slow songs, but with two left feet, I soon hit my limit but not Ann. She was going strong all night and must have spent a good two hours on the floor. My only problem with the whole situation was that she was getting hammered and strange guys were putting their hands all over her body. Finally I'd had enough and pulled her back to the table. "You need to sit down for awhile and ease up on the drinks," I told her. When a young guy walked over and asked her to dance she said yes and I said no way. "You've danced enough for tonight," I told her as a few people looked on. "Oh I'm sorry Tim, am I embarrassing you?" she said more than a little too loudly. "I guess that since you think I look like a fat cow everyone else does too. Well I've been told tonight that I look pretty good for a woman who's had three kids even if you don't think so. So, if I want to dance God damn it I'm going to dance," she yelled out. "Ann sit down, you're making a fool of yourself," I said grabbing her by the arm. Well, when she spun around to get away my hand slipped off her arm and onto the top of her dress. When she tried to pull away, it ripped. Let me rephrase that, it split almost down to her navel as I hung on to it. I was embarrassed but she was mortified. It was bad enough that her dress had ripped, but Ann wasn't wearing a bra and now her breasts were both out there for the world to see. She screamed and tried to cover herself as I took my jacket off and threw it over her shoulders. She bolted for the ladies room with her best friend Pam in hot pursuit, as I stood there in shock with a stunned look on my face. I picked up her purse and the rest of our items from the table and headed out towards the ladies room. She was in there for about fifteen minutes before finally coming out. Her eyes were red, her make up was a mess and steam was coming out of her ears. "If you didn't want me to come tonight, you should have just said so. I'll never forgive you for what you did to me out there tonight," she now yelled at me. "Ann you were drunk and letting everyone feel you up on the dance floor. I didn't embarrass you, Ann you embarrassed yourself. Act your age for Christ's sakes," I yelled back at her. "What's that suppose to mean?" Now came the last stupid statement of the night, but it was a dozy. "Ann you're a middle aged wife acting like a twenty year old tramp. Those guys tonight didn't want you, only what they could get off of you." "In other words, you think I'm too fat and ugly for any man to want me; is that what you're saying Tim? Well fuck you. I know a dozen men who find me attractive and would love a roll in the sack with me," she now spit at me. "In your dreams," I said and soon as it came out of my mouth I knew I'd made a huge mistake. Ann slapped me across the face. "You asshole, at least now I know how you really feel about me Tim," Ann said in almost a dead calm voice. "Pam, will you give me a ride home? I wouldn't want my fat ass to sweat up his precious leather car seat," she said as she walked away. "Ann," I called out but she wasn't listening to me anymore. Can you say stupid? Because that's how I now felt right now. I tried to apologies and get Ann to come with me but she wouldn't answer me any longer. "I think I'll let her calm down before I make her any madder," I thought to myself. Ann left with Roger and Pam but she never came home that night. The kids and I had just come home from church when we found Ann upstairs moving all her stuff into the spare room. "Where were you last night?" I asked. "What do you care?" was her reply as she continued working. Without even looking at me she said, "If you must know, I spent the night at Pam and Rogers," as she continued hanging her clothes in the closet. "What do you think you're doing?" "Since I'm such an embarrassment to you, I'm moving in here. I wouldn't want you getting sick and throwing up looking at me naked coming out of the shower now would I," she told me. "Ann you're talking like a crazy woman," I said grabbing her arm. "Get your hands off me!" she yelled as she pulled her arm back. "So now you think I'm crazy too. A fat, ugly, crazy bitch; you sure married a winner didn't you?" There was no use arguing with her when she got in one of her moods, so I just went downstairs and piddled around in my workshop trying to stay away from her. "Let her get it out of her system," I thought but it had now gone way beyond just a simple argument. Dinner Sunday night was quiet to say the least. I tried to complement her on it but she just glared at me. After the dishes were done, Ann went upstairs and shut her door. I knocked a couple of times but got no response. About 10:00 I went up to my bedroom and slept alone for the second time in twelve years. Cards, e-mails, phone calls did nothing to put her in a better mood. She would prepare dinner for the three of us and shortly there after she headed out to the gym for the next three hours. That's the way my life went for the next two weeks. We never kissed or even talked to one another except when it was absolutely necessary. Our sex life wasn't the greatest before but now it was non-existent. "Do you want to fuck your whore?" she asked a week later. I thought she was coming out of it but I was wrong. We did it in the dark and there was literally no kissing as she barely moved beneath me as I tried to get her off. "What the hell was that?" I asked. "I don't want you going around telling everyone that I cut you off from sex. I'm just fulfilling my wifely duties," she told me. "So if you're done, I need to wash up before I go to the gym," Ann said as she got up and went into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and waited for her to come out. When she did I guess I kind of shocked her. "Why are you still doing here?" she asked. "You got what you wanted," she spit at me. "When are you moving back into our bedroom? I miss you." "For what Tim? I cook the meals, I keep the house clean, you always have laundered shirts, hell I even let you use my fat body; what more do you want?" she said looking at me with distain. "I want my loving wife back," I told her. "Good luck with that," she replied. "So if you don't mind, I'm meeting Pam at the gym and I don't want to be late," she said still holding the towel around her. I sucked it up and left the room shutting the door behind me. "That didn't go well," I said to myself as I went down stairs to get with the kids. At eleven, nine and eight, they had their own agenda and I wasn't into the video games so I just watched them. Ann came downstairs in her sweats, took one look at me and left. That's the way it went for the next two weeks. I tried to break the ice by helping more around the house and doing things for her. I cooked dinner a couple of times a week and even started doing the laundry once awhile. You know what semen and pussy juice looks like on the crotch of a pair of black panties? Not good, especially if it's not your semen. I must have starred at them for ten minutes before putting them in my pocket as I heard my wife walking around. I grabbed a zip lock bag from the kitchen and went into my bedroom. Once in the bag I put them in my night table. "At least I know why she's not horny any more," I said to myself. I followed her to the gym Wednesday night and waited outside. When Ann and Pam got out they drove over to her and Roger's house. Two hours later Ann came out. I beat her home by five minutes and was in my bedroom when she came upstairs. "Have fun at the gym?" I asked when she passed by my room. "What do you care?" came a sarcastic reply. "Just wondering," I told her as I watched her disappear into her room. I could hear the shower running as I snuck into her room. Looking through her sweats I found her panties. "Shit," I said dropping them and making my way back to my room. "I guess I have my answer," I said sitting on my bed with my head in my hands. '******************** Kathy was cute, single and we'd worked together for the last eight years. She was a good friend and I needed an ear so we started having lunch together almost every day. "I can't believe Ann's cheating on you?" she said one day. "I know marriages get stale at times but cheating isn't the answer. I'd told her about the night of the dinner and she told me I'd screwed up big time, but that didn't excuse Ann from cheating. "She won't even talk to me about it and right now I'm too angry to even bring it up," I told her. "I think if she came back with one of her cute replies, I'd smack the shit out of her," I said clenching my fists. "Don't get mad, get even," she said twirling her glass of ice tea. "See how she'd like it if you went out and got a little strange stuff on the side," she told me. "Yeah right. I'm not about to go bar hopping and pick up someone to have sex with. With my luck, I'd get a STD and then I'd really be screwed," I told her. "How about if I knew someone you could do it with and you wouldn't have to worry about her having any diseases?" she asked me. "I don't know Kathy. I'm just not sure. How well do you know this girl and why would she want to do me anyway?" "I know this girl very well and she hasn't been to bed with anyone in months and is horny as hell right now," she said grabbing my hands. "You?" I said sitting there dumb founded. "Who do you think? I live about five minutes away from here and if we worked it right, you could come back from lunch with one hell of a smile on your face," she now said sipping her tea. "Let me think about it," I told her. And I did. Dinner was quiet as usual. I saw Ann walk upstairs and followed her. "You want to have some fun tonight?" I asked with a smile on my face hoping she'd stay in tonight. "With who?" she shot back. "Fuck you Ann," I said walking out of her doorway and into my bedroom. She must have followed me because as I banged around a couple of drawers on my dresser I saw her. "Tim I..." is all I let her get out of her mouth, when I went over to the door and shut it in her face. "Bitch," I said under my breath. I don't think Ann went out because I heard her in her bedroom throwing things around for the next couple of hours. I went down stairs and told the kids it was time for bed and after complaining they did what I'd asked. I thought I'd heard sobs coming from her room but never took the time to confirm it. Thursday I opened a new chapter in my life. I brought Kathy a Starbucks coffee and said I'd be happy to have lunch with her, with a wink. So at 11:45 we headed out to her place. The first time it was hurried at best. No oral, just ripping each other's clothes off and trying to fuck each other to death. Friday was a lot better and by the end of following week we were into the groove. She was kind of a big woman at 5'8" and wasn't thin at 165 pounds. She had nice breasts and tiny nipples that I tried to lengthen by sucking and pulling on them every day. Her pussy wasn't shaved but trimmed close and loved to have me lick her to her first orgasm. Some times we'd take turns pleasing one another for the entire forty-five minutes and other times we'd just fuck. Her pussy was tighter than Ann's but anal wasn't even on the table. "What are we doing Kathy?" I asked one day as we cleaned up getting ready to go back to work. "You're getting a little revenge and I'm getting all the sex I need. You can't imagine how much better I'm sleeping at night now," she said with a laugh. "But where we going with this?" "No where. You have a wife and kids I wanted some no strings sex. Don't get me wrong, you're a great guy, but I'm not looking for anything permanent, I still want to travel the world before I settle down. So let's just enjoy the moment and go from there." And we did about four days a week. '******************** "I bought a few things for the cruise," my wife told me as I looked at the calendar. "If you've forgotten it's only two weeks away and your parents are watching the kids." Things were better around the house as I now didn't care anything about what Ann was doing. I was getting more sex than I'd ever gotten in my life and even Ann was now nice to me. "I have the best of both worlds," I thought to myself. Ann tried to get friendly one night after dinner but I told her I wasn't interested. She just gave me the look as I walked away from her. For the last month or so she wasn't the bitch she'd been before and was home from the gym earlier than she'd been before. She wasn't spending the night in her room any longer but now sat with the kids in the living room playing video games. I picked up my tux at the cleaners and started laying out my clothes for the cruise. I hadn't booked any excursions and thought I'd just wing it this time. I made sure I had the tickets, passports and everything else Saturday as I brought my big suitcase down stairs. Ann already had her two in the living room. "Give me my ticket and passport," she said opening her purse. "I'll take care of my own stuff if you don't mind," she said as I handed them to her. "Did you go to the bank and get any money for yourself?" "I'll stop at the ATM after we drop off the kids. I'll get us a couple hundred dollars," I told her. "Don't worry about me, I've got my own money," she replied. "This is not going to be a pleasant trip," I said to myself. '*************************** When we arrived at the port we checked in our suitcases and took care of all the paper work. When they wanted a picture of us both getting on the boat, she just told them she wasn't interest and walked away. We check in and went to our room. Thank God it had two queen size beds, but it did have a beautiful balcony. We'd never had a balcony before and I went out on it to see what I could see. Ann was locking up her purse and jewelry in the safe as we got the notice for the fire drill. We grabbed our life jackets and headed out. Boring and hot is all I can say for the drill. Twenty minutes later we were heading back down to our room. Her suitcases were waiting for us and I was going to help her with them when she stopped me. "Don't bother, I can manage. I wouldn't want to put you out in any way," she told me. She put her stuff away and grabbed an outfit and went into the bathroom. She came out dressed in a nice top and shorts. She'd lost weight. Ann had dropped all the weight she'd been caring around for the last couple of years. "See you at dinner she told me walking out the door," leaving me standing there. I was going to say something but thought she already had an attitude and it was only the first day, why ruin the week. I walked around the ship and checked in with the kids letting them know we'd arrived. When it got almost time for dinner I went back to the room to change, Ann was no where to be found. I changed and walked down to our assigned dining room. We were assigned to a large table with a couple of couples our age and three single people; one guy and two women who were traveling all together. I looked at my watch and around the dining room for Ann as I ordered a bottle of wine. When I saw Ann walk in my mouth dropped. She was drop dead gorgeous. The sleeveless sundress fit her to a tee. Her hair was done up and she walked with all the confidence of a model on the runway. Everyone noticed her as she made her way to our table. Caribbean Cruise "Sorry I'm late she said to everyone at our table. I got turned around and ended up at the other dining room. My name is Ann," she said reaching out her hand. As the steward pulled her chair back I told her I'd ordered a bottle of wine. "I'll get my own bottle if you don't mind," she said ordering a bottle of something I'd never heard of. The one thing I did notice, she wasn't wearing her wedding rings. "You're not wearing your rings?" I asked. "Why should I? We haven't been husband and wife in many months, why continue the charade?" she asked. I didn't have an answer. "Can we talk after dinner?" I asked. "Why, what would be the point? You've already made it perfectly clear to me not to bug you on the cruise and I'm going to respect your wishes. To bad Kathy couldn't join you," she said as she ordered dinner for herself. She talked to everyone at the table but me. The single guy at the table couldn't take his eyes off her and I was getting a little annoyed. I was going to say something but was beaten to the punch. "Ann, would you like to hit the club tonight?" Andy asked. "Love to," she replied. Why don't we get out of here and take a walk around the ship and talk," Lisa said as she got up from her chair. I was going to say something like," what the hell do you think you're doing with my wife?" but remembered my last conversation with Ann and kept my mouth shut. I'd screwed up for the second time. Did I spy on her? Not really. We just saw each other once in a while as I did the tour of the nightspots. I watched her dance not only with Andy but about three other guys. I wasn't much of a dancer, but was going to ask her to dance a slow song, but she was always tied up. About 11:00 pm I lost track of her. I check out all the clubs and even walked the entire deck but couldn't find her. About midnight I went back to our cabin, she wasn't there either. As I lay in bed I heard voices outside our room at about 2:00 am. I heard her enter and go directly into the bathroom. I heard the sink water run, the toilet flush but thankfully no shower. She turned off the light and I saw a naked silhouette slip into bed. I was going to say something but thought better of it. Ann was up and gone before I got up. I was dressed and heading towards the Lido deck when she came through the door in her work out clothes. "You want me to wait for you?" I asked. "No need. Maybe I'll see you later," she said as she headed for the bathroom and I out the door. I ate breakfast alone and just people watched for the next hour. I caught a glimpse of Ann with someone across the dining room and tried to find her, but she was gone by the time I'd gotten there. Two hours later I saw her by the pool on a lounger. "That suit looks great on you," I told her sitting on the lounger next to her. She just glanced at me and continued reading her book. "Are you ever going to talk to me?" I asked. Just as I thought she was going to answer, a tall guy walked up and told me that I was in his seat. He stood about 6'4" and must have been 250 pounds at least. He was about ten years younger than me and was growing impatient. I got up and walked away as I watched Ann start to talk to him. When he started to put sun tan lotion on her legs and back I thought I was going to lose it. "That's my wife, keep your damn hands to yourself," I wanted to run up and tell him, but I didn't. I couldn't watch anymore and left. I did a hell of a lot of walking around on the ship and started drinking about 3:00 in the afternoon. By dinner I was soused. I changed and made my way down to the dining room. Ann again made her grand entrance in a strapless number and everyone could see she was braless and smoking hot. I was on my second glass of wine when Andy asked what Ann was doing tonight. Before she could even speak I stood up and shouted that she was my wife and to keep his fucking hands to himself. Everyone at our table and all the ones around us went quiet as everyone now looked at me. A man in a dinner jacket came over to me and whispered to me that I had to leave and as he put it, "right now." I was escorted out of the dining room and informed one more such outburst and I would be banned from any of the dining rooms. "Sir, I suggest you sober up and get a good nights sleep," I was told. And I ended up doing just that, but only after two more drinks at the bar. What time Ann got in, I hadn't a clue. I just knew that she was gone when I came back from breakfast. We were in port and I decided to walk the town. I thought I saw Ann on the dock but wasn't sure with so many people milling about. I hit the tourist's shops and bought a few tee shirts for the kids. You know the ones with all the stupid sayings. I went back aboard ship, dropped off my stuff and went looking for Ann. When I saw her and Andy heading up to the topless sun deck I gave chase. She'd already removed her top and was putting lotion on her breasts when I walked up. "We need to talk," is all I said. "Are you sober?" she asked. "Yes God damn it," I replied. "Andy be a doll and get me something cool to drink will you?" she said in her sweetest southern voice. Andy looked at me and headed down to the bar. "What the hell are you doing Ann?" I asked. "Leaving you alone, like you told me to do." She replied as she put more lotion on her shoulders then moved down to her chest again. "I wouldn't want to get these puppies burnt," she told me. "Talk to me Ann, what's going on?" "Nothing, you've got Kathy and as you put it, you don't give a damn what I do or with whom. Isn't that what you said?" "I know what the hell I said and why. And if it wasn't for you fucking Roger, we wouldn't be having this conversation anyway," I told her. "Your right, I was wrong and broke it off when I realized he couldn't solve my problems; only I could," she told me. "I tried to talk to you after wards but you were already banging Kathy and no longer needed me. So I just started my own life, the kids and me. I left you alone and figured you eventually talk to me or divorce me, one of the two. So now where do we stand? I haven't a clue, but I'm not so sure I want you any more either. So enjoy your cruise and do whatever you want and I'll do the same. So if you don't mind, my drink is here and I'm a little thirsty," she told me. I walked down to the purser's office and asked if there were any other rooms. "We have two other rooms available. One is a suite and the other you'd have to share with a single gentleman," he told me. I took the later because paying for a suite wasn't in my budget. My stuff was out of the room within a half hour and moved into my new room. I was putting my stuff away when Bob walked in the door. "So you're my new roommate he asked. My names Bob," he said shaking my hand. "Tim," I replied. We have early dinner and told me it was the opposite dining room I'd made such as ass of myself the previous night, thank God. Bob was about fifty-five and recently widowed. "My wife was suppose to join me, but she died of cancer in December of last year and my kids forced me to come on this trips saying it would do me some good, and it has." We talked for the next five hours straight. We had dinner together and walked the deck for the rest of the night. I told him my story and he told me what a dumb shits we both were. "You don't solve your problems in the arms of someone else and you should have confronted her as soon as you found out. You're not any better than she is," he told me. "I would kill to have my bride back. I miss her so much I sometimes want to die just so I can be with her. Even in the worst of times we had together, it was better than being without her. I'm not going to preach to you because you already know what the right thing to do is. I only hope it's not too late for the two of you." We hung out for the next two days. I read, he slept and we even went to the floorshows together. I was on the direct opposite schedule of Ann and was glad. This way she couldn't break my heart by flaunting herself in front of me. When I woke that morning, there were three days left on the cruise from hell. Or, should I say two and the last one where we were off the ship by 10:30. I took a shower, got dressed and we headed to the dining room. Bob and I were just having coffee when Ann walked up. "I thought you left the ship. You never came back and it took one of the ship stewards to track you down for me." I stood up. "Bob this is Ann. Ann this is my new bunk mate Bob," I said as he rose and shook her hand. "Ann I told them I didn't want anyone to know where I was. I'd embarrassed myself enough on this cruise," I told her. "So if you'll excuse us, we're about to have breakfast and you must have a full dance card for the day and evening anyway," I said sarcastically. Ann started to tear up and Bob raised to his feet just enough to smack the back of my head. "Owe. Why did you do that?" I asked. "Because you're a dumb shit. Can't you see that she came to talk, not to listen to the same crap she has for the last few months," Bob said out loud. "So if you two don't mind, I'll leave you both so you can either work it out or call it quits, because it's time you do one or the other," he said walking away. "I guess you should sit down Ann. Have you eaten yet?" "No not yet. Where have you been?" she asked. "With Bob, pouring my heart out while you've probably been having the time of your life," I told her. "You were such an ass the other night, just like in January. You don't own me. I'm not some damn possession that you bought and paid for. I'm your wife, your equal partner," she told me. "I came within a heart beat of leaving you for good in January. I hated you for what you said and the way you did it along with embarrassing me in front of all our friends. I haven't been able to face them since," she told me. "Alright I was wrong, but that doesn't excuse you for cheating on me with Roger," I said getting angry all over again. "I said that I screwed up. Pam and I started going to the gym and since I drove all the time, I'd pick her up and drop her off. I didn't want to come home to you, so I'd sit at her place and talk to her. Roger and Pam have an open marriage and he'd always tell me how great I looked and what a dumb shit you were for not seeing it. It was a couple of weeks later, we'd had a few glasses of wine and I felt real grungy from working out. Pam asked if I wanted to take a shower and she led me upstairs. I was a little giddy and when Pam stepped into the shower with me, things got more than a little interesting," she told me. "Just a second," I told her as our waiter dropped off our food. "I don't think I want any stranger hearing about our personal life," I told her while starting to eat. "Well Tim, Pam came in and we were soaping each others backs when her hand moved between my cheeks to my pussy. It had been so long and I was so damn horny and I just let her continue with my eyes closed. Believe it or not, I was thinking about you when Roger came into the shower with us." "I see you ladies started without me," he told us as he now started working on my front as Pam did my back. "I climaxed hard. It had been so long and it felt so good, I just let them continue," she said starting to cry. "The next thing I knew I was on their bed and they were both working on me again. Roger was eating my pussy as Pam kissed me and worked on my breasts. It wasn't real I kept saying to myself until I got off again and Roger moved in between my legs. Tim I just closed my eyes and he took me. He wasn't any better or worse than you. All we did was fuck. Luckily he wore a condom and by the time he finished I was crying. Pam held me for the next hour and told me it was ok, but it wasn't." "Ann, I don't understand why you kept going back. I can understand one slip, but time and time again? I can't see how you can say you loved me and still kept fucking Roger," I told her. "I was still angry at you and Roger knew all the right things to say is all I can tell you. You were the one who made me stop. I finally got it through my thick skull that what I'd done was killing my marriage and I called Pam and told her no more. I was going to confess to you and started to when you slammed the door in my face one night. I figured I'd trashed my marriage but I still needed you and my kids. I still went to the gym, but came right home and hung out with them. By now you'd already taken up with Kathy and I decided to say nothing, what could I say, and to see where we'd end up," she said finishing her coffee. "I figured this cruise was to be our last days together as man and wife but when you shot me down in the car, I figured it was already over. I haven't done anything with anyone on this cruise. A few people saw my boobs, but that is the extent of it. I wanted to make you jealous so you'd fight for me, but my plan didn't work out very well," she said finally finishing. "So Tim, how do we end this? Do we go out in a blaze of glory blasting away or do we just walk away quietly into the night? I'm done, you decide." "You know what Ann? We took an ok marriage and trashed it. It wasn't great before but it had a lot of potential. You killed it and I buried it, so to speak but I think there's still hope for us if we're both willing." "I'm ready to give it another shot if you are," she told me. "But only if it's just the two of us, no outsiders." "Agreed," I told her. "Give me a hand, I need to get back to where I belong," I said grabbing her hand. After moving my stuff back into our cabin, we never left the cabin until we hit port. We ate in the cabin and spent the nights on our balcony reconnecting. We both had a lot of healing to do but were willing to try again. "By the way, if I haven't said it yet, I absolutely love your new body. You look fantastic," I said looking at her in her yellow micro bikini. "When I saw you that first night at dinner, I wanted to drag you back to the room and have my way with you," I told her. "Why didn't you?" she asked. "Oh that's right, I was in the teasing stage that night," she said as she undid her top. "Maybe if I'd worn this to dinner we wouldn't have wasted four days of the cruise," she said now untying one side of her bottoms as I got rock hard. "We've christened both beds and the shower, that only leaves one area left," she said grabbing me and slipping her tongue in my mouth. "It might be a little windy but what the hell," she said leading me out on the balcony. As she stood leaning against the railing, I ate her pussy until she screamed for me to stop. I turned her around and took her from behind as I held her breasts. The sounds of the waves hitting the ship muffled her screams but not quite all of them. When she dropped to her knees to finish me off in her mouth I thought I'd never stop cumming. We did it twice more that night on both the bed and on a chair on the balcony. The following morning we had just time enough time to gab a bite to eat before disembarking. I opened the door just as our next-door neighbor opened his. "I want to thank you for last night," he told me looking behind him at his wife. "My wife got so turned on when she heard the two of you going at it she attacked me. We made love all night and when I though she was done, she heard you two start again. She told me if the two of you could go all night so could we. If you guys ever decide to go on another cruise let me know, I want to get the cabin next to yours," he said with a smile. "Who was that?" Ann asked. "Just someone who is happy we made up," I said kissing her.