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Jennifer felt some nervous excitement as she entered the cabin. The neatly made bed took up most of the room, and through the sliding glass door was the brilliant blue of the Caribbean — and her husband on the small balcony.
“I’m back, Bob,” she called. She set her tote bag and her new purchase on the bed, slid the door open, and grinned to see that he was naked.
”I’m catching all the sun I can,” he said. “How was your time at the pool?”
“It was really good.”
“Really good and not merely good, huh?”
“Yes.” She sat down on the other chair. The balcony had solid walls, so that passengers in adjacent cabins could not see them, and last night they had had sex out here, Jennifer leaning on the railing while Bob banged her from behind. They had kept their voices down, but Jennifer wasn’t sure about the sound of his loins slapping against her ass.
“Well, I had fun in the casino.” Bob’s voice jerked her back to the present, the warm afternoon air and her sensible one-piece bathing suit and floppy hat. “I played for two hours and was only $50 down. What was the pool like?”
It was time. “The pool is a fine pool,” she said slowly, “but I met a really nice girl.”
“Yeah?”
“Her name’s Caitlin, she’s 28, and she’s having a girls’ vacation with her cousin. We hit it off and we talked for at least an hour about all kinds of things.”
“OK.”
“We started off with where are you from and work and family and the usual things, but we also talked about goals and dreams and relationships and also about sex.”
Now she had Bob’s full attention. “And what did you say about sex?”
“I told her it was our tenth anniversary and we were still hot for each other and we had been going at it like bunny rabbits since the cruise started. And she said she envied me being attracted to the same guy after ten years.” She smiled, to reassure Bob and herself. “She said she didn’t come on this trip looking for sex, but she’d be open to it. And she said she’s bisexual.”
“So? You’re not bisexual.”
“Oh, Bob. I think maybe I am.”
Bob sat up straight. “What are you telling me?”
“I’m confused,” she said frankly. “She said I made her feel good and comfortable. She put her hand on my arm, and I felt a jolt go through me. She was wearing a skimpy bikini and I was checking out her body.” She paused and looked at Bob, but she couldn’t read the expression on his face.
She went on, “And she said that I was good-looking and she dared me to come back tomorrow in a bikini. And I said, ‘If I did, would you sunscreen my back?’ And she said, ‘I’d love to.’ And the look she gave me, she’d do more than that.”
Bob shook his head. “I don’t know what to think of this.”
“That makes two of us.”
“We’ve been having such great sex on this trip.”
“I know. And you know what? I think that might have something to do with this. All the times we’ve done it, all those orgasms, I feel like my whole body is just throbbing with sexual energy. And then for this hot girl to tell me that I’m hot, when I’m in my late 30s and overweight –“
“You are not overweight.”
“According to the doctor’s chart, I am. I know I’m sexy to you, but gosh, for someone else to think that I’m desirable…” Her voice trailed off.
“So what do you want to do?”
“I’ll tell you what I have done. I went to the gift shop and I bought a bikini.”
Bob stood up. She could see his penis growing. “Can I see it?”
“Of course.”
“How long has it been since you wore a bikini?”
“Fifteen years, maybe more.”
“I really want to see you in it.”
Jennifer felt relieved. They were on familiar ground now. “All right, you wait here and I’ll change.”
In the cabin, she peeled off her one-piece and took the bikini out of the bag. It was royal blue, with side ties, cut in triangles. She put it on, fumbling slightly with the strings, and looked at herself in the mirror. She had always been tall and big-boned, and she had gained 30 pounds since her marriage. At least it was well-distributed — her breasts were big, her ass flared out, and her tummy and thighs could be called Rubenesque. Still, wearing a bikini this small in public would take every ounce of courage she had.
She opened the door to the balcony and was amused to see that Bob already had a rigid erection. His eyes widened. “Oh my God,” he said. “That is so fucking hot.”
“I’m glad you approve,” she said. She twirled and wiggled her hips. “Does the back look good?”
“It looks incredible.” Bob turned her toward himself and kissed her hard, his hands roaming over her soft bare flesh and his prick poking her belly. Even though Jennifer had expected this reaction, it still felt good. His hand dropped to her crotch. Stroking more gently, he said, “You are going to need a shave before you take this to the pool.”
“I know.”
“Can I do it?”
“Do you really want to?”
“Of course I want to be up close and servicing your pussy. What a question.” He ran his hand over the exposed hair tokat escort and the curve of the fabric. “And then when it is all neat and smooth, I want to lick your beautiful, delicious cunt until you come.”
“All right, I will let you.” Jennifer led the way into the room, feeling more confident. If Bob could be included in the preparations, he might feel better about letting her experiment. She faced him and struck a pose as she ceremoniously removed the bikini and lay down on the bed. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, part of her Greek heritage, and the trim that was sufficient for her conservative one-piece would not be enough for the bit of cloth now lying on the floor.
“I need an appetizer before the main course,” Bob said, nestling his face between her thighs. “Just for comparison.” He kissed the furry lips and ran his tongue lightly up her slit. “That will hold me for right now. Where are your things?”
“Razor and shaving cream are in my toiletries bag in the bathroom,” she said. “And get a warm washcloth.” Bob was back almost before she finished speaking. Tenderly, he spread foam over the edges of her bush. “How much should I do?” he asked.
“You can shave the sides altogether. Leave a strip in the middle.”
“You sound like you’re talking to your stylist.”
“Oh, this is much more fun than a stylist,” she said, tousling his hair. Even more than when Bob went down on her, she was enjoying the knowledge that her naked body was the full center of his attention. Methodically, he shaved in straight strokes down the very bottom of her belly. “Spread your legs wider,” he said. His gentle fingers separated her vulva from her thighs and carefully drew the razor over it.
“Your cunt looks like chocolate,” he said, giving an unnecessary caress to her inner lips.
“Does it taste like chocolate?”
“Different. But they are both delicious.” He gave her a quick kiss and wiped some shaving cream off his face.
“Ohh. That is high praise.”
“It’s the truth.” He wiped the entire area with the washcloth and gave her a hand mirror. “How does that look?”
“Wow. It looks different.” The straight strip of curly hair on her mound contrasted starkly with the soft, smooth skin around it.
“It looks incredibly beautiful and erotic,” Bob said. He made a kissing motion with his lips. “May I?”
“You may.”
Jennifer sighed with contentment at the sight and the feel of her husband’s face in her vagina. After ten years of marriage, oral sex was not as frequent as it used to be, but she did enjoy it. And right now she felt like a sex goddess. Screwing last night and this morning, the beautiful girl at the pool, her new bikini, Bob’s devoted attention to her pussy… what if it was Caitlin? She gasped slightly at the idea. She closed her eyes. Caitlin’s blond hair between her legs… Caitlin’s pert little nose buried in her bush… Caitlin’s tongue sliding over her clit…
“Oh my God!” The most thunderous orgasm of the entire cruise shook her body, and she clenched her legs around Bob’s head as her back arched. Her hands pounded the mattress. Then she opened her eyes and saw the familiar figure of her husband, with a look of awe on his wet face. “You liked that,” he said.
“Oh, God, yes.” No point in telling him why. She put her hand on his thigh and said, “You’ve been very patient. Do you want to fuck me slowly while I catch my breath?”
“Yes, please.” After all this time, Bob’s cock was still rigid, and quite wet with pre-cum. He positioned himself between her legs and eased it into her. He sighed with satisfaction, pulled back, and thrust again, a little harder and a little deeper. He felt good inside her.
Bob leaned forward and slid his arms under her. His cock pushed in to its full length. “So beautiful,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. She forced her mind back to the here and now. A cock, at least, did not remind her of beautiful Caitlin in a skimpy bikini, and her husband was good in his own way. She squeezed his butt in time with his thrusts and enjoyed the feel of his prick rubbing against her G-spot.
“Come whenever you want,” she said softly. “I’ve already had a huge one.” Bob picked up his pace, and very soon he grunted and went rigid. And his pleasure, on top of everything else in Jennifer’s mind, was enough to give her another, gentler orgasm of her own.
Bob pulled out, panting. He snuggled up beside her and wiped both of them with the washcloth. They rested on the bed and enjoyed the languid sea breeze blowing through the door. “That was wonderful,” he murmured. “That bikini is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you in. Hotter than the lace teddy on our wedding night.”
“That’s a high compliment,” Jennifer said. “You are already benefiting from my curiosity about Caitlin.” It was time to say her name again.
“Am I?”
“I bought this because she asked me to.”
“And you wouldn’t have for me?”
“Well, you never asked.”
“You make your own decisions about your appearance yozgat escort — not me.”
“I appreciate that. But you think I’m hot no matter what. And I really, really appreciate that, too.” She kissed his neck and patted his butt. “But when someone who was basically a stranger told me that, it landed in a different way.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Bob ran his fingers lightly over Jennifer’s skin, circling her chocolate-colored nipples. “I neglected these earlier,” he said, giving each one a lingering kiss. “So you really want to have sex with a woman?”
“I want to try being intimate with this particular woman.”
“Yeah.” Bob pulled his hand back. “You are your own person, and I can’t really stop you from doing anything. But… I have a request.”
“What is it?”
“Be intimate with Caitlin if you want, but I want to be in the room.”
“Whoa.” Jennifer rolled away slightly. “That seems weird.”
“It seems weird to me that you want to have sex with someone else.”
“Oh… that’s a fair point.” Jennifer looked with sympathy at her husband’s serious expression. “I don’t know what Caitlin would think.”
“You’re not married to Caitlin.”
“No.” Jennifer stroked Bob’s flank. “Would it make you feel better to see what was going on?”
“I think it would. Just to know. I would stay in the chair over there and I wouldn’t touch her.”
“Maybe that would work. Please don’t touch me, either, unless I specifically ask.”
“OK.”
“Would you masturbate while you watched?”
“Does that make a difference?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying to think of all the possibilities.”
“Yeah. I don’t know if I would or not. Maybe. Depending how I felt.”
“All right, sweetie,” Jennifer said. “I love you, and I appreciate this. A lot.”
Provocatively, she stroked his cock. “And I think you deserve a reward for being so open-minded.”
“What kind of reward?”
Jennifer smiled and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips. Bob gave a happy sigh.
They never went to dinner that day. They stayed in the cabin, keeping up a steady rhythm of intercourse and oral orgasms. It was the most epic sexual experience they had had since their honeymoon.
In the morning, Jennifer woke up first. She opened the door to the balcony. The soft Caribbean air felt good on her bare skin. She relaxed in the deck chair and looked complacently at her body. Easing her belly to one side, she had a good view of Bob’s shave job. The narrow strip of dark hair was less than she had had there in decades. She parted her vulva and wished she had brought the hand mirror outside. But she sighed at the feel of the outside air on her inner lips and clitoris.
Once more, she mentally replayed the events at the pool yesterday. Chitchat leading to connection leading to revelation.
“I hope I can find someone who gives me what your husband gives you.”
“Oh, I kissed a lot of frogs before I found my prince.”
“I have, too. But… I have to say, some of the frogs weren’t too bad. I take the good things in my life where I find them.”
“Relationship things, sex things?”
“Yes.” Caitlin’s smile was assured but also vulnerable, open. “My body has needs, my soul has needs, and they don’t all have to be long-term solutions.”
“No.”
“I mean, even right now, talking to you makes a deposit in my emotional bank.”
“Aw, that’s a very nice thing to say.” Jennifer paused before she said, “I feel the same way. It’s funny, since we just met an hour ago.”
“I think it’s partly the ship environment. Being thrown together with new people for a solid week.”
“Yes. You’re giving me something, too. I was never as thin as you, but it’s nice to remember being in my twenties with the whole world in front of me.”
“What’s all this talk about thin?” Caitlin flipped her sunglasses up and looked stern. Her eyes were gray with flecks of green. “You’re gorgeous right now.”
“You’re nice to say so. And I know my husband thinks I’m hot. But it’s a relief not to be putting myself out there anymore.”
“Oh, believe me, you could.” Caitlin lowered her sunglasses thoughtfully. She looked directly at Jennifer, but the glasses gave her some anonymity. “I have been with a few women, and I will tell you you’ve still got it.”
“What?” Jennifer pulled back slightly.
“Sorry. I mean, I’m not coming on to you or anything, but…”
The unfinished sentence hung in the air.
“I am basically straight,” Caitlin said, tentatively. “And I’ll probably never take a girl home to meet my family. But I have experimented, and I liked the experiments.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because we’re telling each other everything. You told me your husband took you from behind on the balcony last night.”
“I guess I did.”
“I’m sorry if I crossed a line.”
“No. I was surprised, but hey, we are being friends and being open.”
“And vulnerable.”
“Yes.” A long moment passed, and Jennifer added, “I appreciate zonguldak escort that.”
“Your outside and your inside. Both of them are making each other more beautiful.”
A longer moment passed. Jennifer murmured something about the restroom and got up. In the stall, she breathed deeply and considered the newness of everything that had just happened.
And then… sexually charged banter and the dare about the bikini. And then… the epic sex marathon with her lawful wedded husband. And now she was naked on her balcony, alone with her thoughts and a seagull or two.
Bob was a skilled and considerate lover, but sex with another person was always partly about the other person. Right now, Jennifer realized, she could let her mind roam — and it roamed straight to Caitlin. Her friendly face, her trusting eyes… and her trim waist and tapered legs and the teal fabric that concealed her vulva and not much more. Oh God.
Jennifer began to rub herself. She put one foot up on the railing so her pussy was spread wide. She closed her eyes — her fantasy was even more beautiful than the reality of sea and sky around her. Hard and gentle, fast and slow, as the moment took her, her fingers worked over her clit and her labia and her wet tunnel. She especially enjoyed the sensation of her newly smooth lips. She took her time, holding herself back from climax while her mind enjoyed all the images thoroughly. Then, with several deliberate strokes of her middle finger to her clit, she released herself, in a wave of warmth less violent than many of the orgasms that had previously shaken her body. And at this moment, that was what she wanted.
She laughed to herself. Somehow, masturbating out here in broad daylight seemed more dangerous or transgressive than sex at midnight. But it was still a beautiful setting. She sighed and enjoyed the moment a while longer, until her pulse returned to normal. Then she walked quietly into the cabin.
Bob was still asleep, and — goodness — it was almost noon. They had really worn each other out. She looked at her phone and saw a message from her newest contact: “Heading to the pool in 15 min,” sent 10 minutes ago. She sent a quick reply, brushed her teeth, and stepped into the compact-sized shower. Sometime yesterday, she and Bob had crowded in here, but it quickly became one more escapade in their all-day fuckathon, and no real cleaning took place. Now she soaped and rinsed herself without ceremony. She wanted to be attractive for her new… what was Caitlin anyway? Friend? Sex partner? Hookup? She wasn’t sure. But she trusted Caitlin to work those things out with her.
She toweled herself off and peeked into the bedroom. Bob was finally awake, propped on one elbow and smiling dreamily at her. “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” she said, kissing the top of his head.
“Good morning, hot naked babe who smells good,” said Bob, caressing the back of her thigh.
“I am getting ready to go and meet Caitlin,” she said, keeping her voice as neutral as possible. She picked up the bikini from the floor, where she had dropped it half a day ago and half a dozen orgasms ago.
“Did you text each other?”
“Yes. She’s already there.” Jennifer tied the bikini top in place and pulled on the bottom.
“Oh, God,” Bob said wistfully. “I want to take that bikini off you slowly and cover every inch of your body with kisses while I do.”
“I would like that too,” Jennifer said. “But not now.” She looked in the mirror and adjusted the bottom.
Bob pulled back the covers to show her a stiff erection. “You will have to enjoy that by yourself,” she said kindly. “But I’ll get you started.” She bent and gave it one slurp, twirling her tongue over the tip. She put on a roomy T-shirt and checked her tote bag.
Bob rubbed her saliva down his shaft. “You will come back here, right?” he asked with a hint of anxiety. “If anything happens?”
“Yes. I promise.” She sat on the edge of the bed and kissed him hard. Bob returned it. “I love you, babe,” she said. “Nothing’s going to change that.”
Jennifer stepped into the hallway feeling a light erotic buzz from the kiss. But having missed two meals, she was also ravenous, and her first stop was at a snack bar. When she made her way to the pool deck, she quickly spotted Caitlin, in almost the same place as yesterday. She was wearing a pink bikini today, also with side ties, but covering a few square inches more than the one from yesterday. She swallowed her nervousness and waved.
“Hey, friend!” Caitlin jumped up. “I saved a lounge for you. Good to see you!” Her hug was merely friendly, but Jennifer’s heart skipped at the feel of the soft skin under her hands.
“Well, I like the sunglasses and I like the hat,” Caitlin said. She grinned knowingly. “But what is under the T-shirt?”
Jennifer dropped the hat on the lounge and said, “Feast your eyes.” Strangely, as she deliberately pulled the shirt over her head, she felt no anxiety, only the warmth of her own sexuality. She dropped the shirt on the pool deck, put one hand behind her neck, and cocked her hip.
“Oh my. Hubba hubba.” There was admiration in Caitlin’s gaze. “How about the back?”
Jennifer twirled and cocked the other hip.
“Just as perfect from the back. Well, I believe I owe you a sunscreening.”
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