Empty Nesters

Hunter and I have been married for twenty-six years. To an outsider, it's been a normal, straight from the rule book marriage. We met, we fell in love, we married, we had three children, a dog, two cars and a house with a white picket fence. All things the perfect, traditional marriage was supposed to have.

Appearances can be deceiving.

I was raised in an old-fashioned, ecumenical family, church every Sunday and emphasis on the Golden Rule and the Ten Commandments. When I was younger, the emphasis was on not lying or stealing. As I got older, the emphasis shifted to abstinence of everything from smoking, drinking and especially sex. Planning to get married added adultery and coveting.

Throughout high school, that worked well for me and my parents. I wasn't part of the "in" group so I was spared much of the peer pressure. I was curious about what I was denied but I kept my thoughts to myself.

My parents selected an excellent, conservative, religiously founded university for me and, after high school graduation, I left home for life in an all-girls, drug and alcohol-free dormitory with a roommate expressing the same ideals my parents instilled in me.

That lasted about one week. Friday night of the first week of classes, Rose, my dorm roommate, and I went to our first fraternity party. The fruit punch was very tasty and I was feeling good about myself and the party. After about two hours, I found myself at the end of a dark hallway with a fraternity brother about two years older than me. We shared my first real kiss and within seconds the fellow had his hand inside both my pants and my panties. I managed to extricate myself from his clutches, left the party and went back to my dorm room.

I sat on my bed in the darkened room congratulating myself on my escape and questioning why, if sex was so taboo, did it feel so good when the fraternity brother touched my pussy and rubbed my clitoris?

I was still sitting in the dark when, well after midnight, Rose came back to our room. I heard her singing as she walked down the hallway approaching our room. She came into the room and closed the door. She was in a buoyant mood although she was quite disheveled. Her hair was a mess, her blouse was buttoned in the wrong buttonholes and her skirt was twisted around so the button and zipper were in front instead of the back. Her socks were missing and, when she removed her skirt, so were her panties.

"Rose," I cried. "What the hell happened to you? Are you all right?"

I wasn't inclined to use colorful language but Rose's condition seemed an appropriate time to start.

"Lyndsay," Rose happily explained as she removed her blouse. "I've just had the most wonderful night of my life."

Her bra was as missing as her panties.

"After all these years, I've discovered sex," she crowed. "It was phenomenal. I've never done anything that made me feel so wonderful. I've had orgasms playing with myself but the orgasms I had tonight were a super nova compared to a bonfire."

"You had sex tonight?" I questioned only half believing her. After all, she had the same background as I did and I escaped. Why didn't she? Her appearance and missing underwear gave credence to her assertion and I had to hear more. "Tell me more."

Rose sat on the bed next to me. I tried to ignore her nakedness as she told me her story. "The fruit punch at the party started everything. It was more than just orange juice and peach juice. It included a large bottle of cheap vodka."

"I figured it out when I got maneuvered into a corner with one of the fraternity brothers," I confirmed.

"Did you have sex too?" asked Rose.

"No," I told her. "But we're not talking about me. Tell me your story."

"Anyway, when they discovered I was a virgin, I became the focus of the party," continued Rose.

"How did they find out you were a virgin?" I asked.

"I told them."

"You told them?" I asked incredulously. "Why?"

"They asked, so I told them. It didn't seem like a big deal to me," related Rose. "Anyway, they have this long-standing tradition of celebrating virgins and I was the immediate focus of the party. We danced, drank fruit punch, and laughed a lot. They sat me on a chair in the middle of the room and asked for volunteers to induct me into their 'once a virgin' club.

"Almost every fraternity brother there volunteered. I was amazed and overwhelmed by all the attention. Someone asked me to make a choice. I chose Jason. He was the best-looking man in the room and his smile alone gave me goose bumps. Jason high fived most of the other brothers and led me down to the basement. One wall of the basement was covered with bras and panties with a sign that said, 'They came here virgins, left women.'

"Jason took me to a bedroom with a large bed. Someone had lit candles all around the room and the air smelled of roses. He closed the door, took me gently in his arms and kissed me. I almost panicked when I realized that he intended to have sex with me."

"Why didn't you leave?" I asked.

"Honestly, I was feeling so good and I had been thinking about losing my virginity for some time, so why not now," Rose explained.

"Anyway, to make a long story short, Jason was the perfect first-time partner. He was gentle, slow and I responded to his every move. He removed my clothing. I removed his. We hugged and kissed on the bed. He touched me in ways that made me want to give myself to him. When he entered me, it was like nothing in my world was more important."

"Didn't it hurt?" I asked.

"Only for a second," Rose said. "After that I began to move with him. I grabbed him so he wouldn't leave. And then the orgasms started. When he came, I screamed. I'd never experienced anything approaching the joy of that moment."

"You let him cum inside you?" I asked astonished.

"He was wearing a condom," explained Rose. "When we were done, we got dressed. I was still dazed by my orgasms. I didn't do a good job getting dressed and Jason kept my bra and panties. We came out of the bedroom and twenty or so fraternity brothers were there to greet us. One of them took my bra and panties from Jason and hung them on the wall with the others. I don't know how many there were but some of them looked as if they went back to the Victorian age."

Rose paused for a moment. "Lyndsay, you have to do it. You have to."

She kissed me, got off the bed and grabbed a towel from her dresser. "I have to get a shower," she said as the left the room, still naked, and headed down the hall to the showers.

She left me with lots to think about, including her kiss.

By the next weekend I had made up my mind. I was getting laid this weekend. I wasn't going to sacrifice myself on the altar of virginity, but I was going to get laid.

It wasn't hard. I went to another fraternity party, avoided the fruit punch, and carefully selected someone to give myself to. His name was Bill and he was a sophomore. I teased him a little and convinced him to come with me back to my dorm room. I had sex with Bill in my own bed. Rose was right. It was incredible. I was hooked. For years, I'd been schooled on the evils and additive nature of cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs but no one had warned me about the additive nature of sex. I wanted more, and lots of it, but first I had to kiss Rose.

By the end of the semester, I was having sex four or five times a week with someone, including Bill, and twice a week with Rose. I was close to becoming a nymphomaniac and the varied partners were important to how I functioned. Then on Valentine's Day, I met Hunter.

Hunter was a junior. He had been raised in a family similar to mine. He had the same hesitations about sex when he started college as I had. His first experience set him on the same path as mine. For almost three years, Hunter had been having sex four or five times a week with several dozen female partners.

We met in the Student Union, a location not usually a good venue for finding sexual partners. Something about the way he looked at me gave me the tingle that usually preceded a sexual encounter. Apparently, he had a similar feeling. We sat at a table with Cokes and exchanged basic information. Within an hour, I was on my back, naked in his dorm room and he was buried deep inside me without a condom. The physical aspect of fucking him was more satisfying than I'd ever experienced and the emotional content of our coupling was beyond my comprehension.

From that day in February, I continued to have sex four or five times a week. At least three times with Hunter. We weren't exclusive to each other but I limited my sex with other men. We discussed it. Hunter committed to be mostly exclusive to me although I didn't require it and I reserved the right to also be with other men. I realized that Hunter was actually exclusive to me when I watched him refuse sex with a blonde with the biggest tits on campus at a fraternity party.

The wedding was in June following my graduation. We lived in a two-bedroom apartment for the first year. While we eschewed sex with others while alone, we did participate in weekend partner swaps with our neighbors and a Fourth of July orgy organized by one of Hunter's co-workers, the same blonde with the big tits from the fraternity party.

We moved to a house in an established neighborhood and the opportunities for couple exchanges were limited. Most of our neighbors were focused on raising children, by both instruction and demonstrating a proper model of conduct. We understood the motivation when we had our first daughter.

We had become our parents although without the extremes. The sexual imperatives continued for both of us but we limited it to our bedroom with the door locked.

Over the years, we had a son and another daughter. Our family was indistinguishable from most of the other families except for the still burning urge to experience sex with other couples.

In August, our youngest daughter left for university. Hunter and I were officially empty nesters. We talked about it. Hunter is fifty-three and looks ten years younger. I'm only fifty and still have the body I had when I was thirty-five. Maybe I have small love handles and my breasts need more support than they did then but I still draw men's attention when I'm all decked out. We decided to try to resurrect our lifestyle before we had the kids. That's why this afternoon we were standing on the starboard side rail of an over large cruise ship watching it float away from the dock in New Orleans. We were headed out on a four-night, five-day voyage to Cozumel and back on a cruise line known for its party atmosphere and testing our ability to have sex with others.

That first evening we ate in the main dining room. The three courses including lamb and shrimp were better than most restaurants at home and the wine intoxicating. After dinner, we walked several walkways, nodding at other couples and talking with several of them.

That night, we made exquisite love to the subtle movements of the ship and slept better than I could have anticipated for the first night in a new bed. We breakfasted in the buffet and walked the ship again looking for things we missed on the first pass the day before.

The weather was warm so we decided to spend the time relaxing in and around the pools for the afternoon. I changed into the more modest, but hardly conservative, two-piece bathing suit I had purchased for the trip and added a diaphanous cover up that really didn't cover up very much. Hunter changed into a boxer bathing suit and a t-shirt. On the way to the elevator, we decided to head in different directions to discover what opportunities might present themselves if we were alone.

I carried my phone, wore the wrist band that unlocked our stateroom and headed for the adults only portion at the stern of the ship. I have no idea where Hunter went. The plan was to connect with someone if possible and meet back at the stateroom in time for a late dinner. Hunter gave me permission to skip dinner with him if I was getting lucky but asked that I return before eleven pm to spend the night with him. I thought it was considerate of him although I didn't actually think I'd get that lucky so soon.

On the adults only deck there were chaise lounges arranged around the pool. Between each pair of lounges there was a small table, maybe ten or twelve inches wide. Part way down the row a gentleman was lying on his back with his eyes closed. He looked to be in his late fifties with salt and pepper hair, a body in reasonable shape, a tightly trimmed beard and short bathing trunks. His phone was on a table next to his chaise. I chose the chaise next to him and put my phone on the table next to his. I opened my cover up and didn't remove it. I lay on the chaise next to his with my light robe hanging over the sides and my body in my small bikini exposed.

I lay next to him for maybe ten minutes with my eyes closed and allowing the sun to warm my body. I heard the sound of metal hitting the table between us. I peeked. The gentleman had put his hand on the table and the Breitling watch that he wore on the inside of his wrist had made the sound I heard when it contacted the tabletop.

I waited several minutes and put my hand on top of his on the table. He didn't react. Not even a twitch of his fingers. I left my hand on top of his, closed my eyes again and lay back enjoying the sun.

A short time later, I felt the movement of his hand under mine. I counted to ten slowly and turned to look in his direction. He was sitting on the side of his chaise, his hand still on the table under mine and staring at me. I gave him a sly smile, closed my eyes again and relaxed on my chaise.

His hand slid from under mine and he stood up. I looked at him again. He held up one finger as if to indicate I should wait for a minute and he left. His phone was still on the table so I assumed he would return. I relaxed and waited.

He was gone for a long time. Eventually, he returned and sat on the side of his chaise again. I looked at him. He was holding two plastic cups that I presumed contained cocktails. I sat on the side of my chaise facing him and he handed me one of the cups. I took a sip. It was a perfect margarita with added amaretto. My favorite cocktail.

He sipped his cocktail and I drank mine. When his was empty, he stood, picked up his phone and stepped from between the chaises. He waited. I took a chance. I stood up, picked up my phone and moved from between the chaises.

He walked away slowly and I followed. He led me to an aft corner stateroom on deck six without saying a word. He opened the door to the room and held it open for me to enter. I walked into the room. The first thing I noticed was a king-sized bed with an over large balcony beyond.

I heard the door close and waited. He gently touched my shoulders. The tingle I felt earlier around the pool returned. His fingers danced on my shoulders and the side of my neck. He began to lightly massage my neck and shoulders. My legs felt weak but I managed to stay standing.

Without actually touching me, he lifted the beach cover up from my shoulders and moved it back from them. I helped him and the cover up slipped from my arms and landed on the floor between us. His fingers returned to my shoulders. I was frozen, anticipating his next move. I almost screamed when I felt his lips on my neck. I knew in that moment, I was going to fuck this man.

A moment later, he untied the strings around my neck holding up the top of my bikini. The strings fell forward. The small triangle of cloth covering my left breast fell off with the string hanging from it. The right bra triangle hung up on my erect and hard nipple.

I held my breath, expecting him to reach around my body and cup my tits. Any other man I'd ever been with would have done just that but he didn't. He continued to kiss the back of my neck as if the skin that had been under the string needed special attention.

My neck has always been one of my more erotic zones and he seemed to know that, like he knew my favorite cocktail and that I'd follow him to his stateroom. He nuzzled and kissed my neck at the same time he found and pulled the ends of the string holding my bikini top around my chest. The bow holding the strings together parted and my bra loosened. It fell forward, swung out on the nipple of my right breast, and fell on the floor.

My body shook with a small orgasm.

He stabilized me with both hands on my hips and continued to kiss my neck. His thumbs found the two bows holding the bottom of my bikini. I shivered as he slowly pulled the ends of the strings that would untie the bows and allow my suit bottom to fall free and leave me completely naked.

The suit did not fall free. It stuck between my thighs. I used my hand to pull the bikini bottom free and toss it aside. I could feel the leakage from my pussy sticking my thighs together. I separated my legs apart to free my thighs.

My paramour pulled me tightly against his body with his hands on my hips. I could feel his hardness pressing between my bare cheeks and I wiggled more tightly against him. He gently pushed me away from him and turned me around. I stood, proudly naked in front of him.

Once again, he didn't do what I expected. His eyes never scanned the length of my body. Instead, he looked deeply into my eyes. His gaze focused deeply into my eyes, probing into my soul. A second orgasm shook my body and I had to sit on the side of the bed.

He stood in front of me and I reached out to him. I pulled him closer and began to unbuckle his belt. He stood statue like with his eyes closed as I completed unbuckling his belt and opened his shorts. He stood stoically as I pushed his shorts and underwear down over his hips. I detected a slight tremor as I pushed his clothing further down and exposed his erection and testicles.

"Oh, my," I whispered as I reached out to hold his erection. It was larger than I thought and harder than I expected. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and I helped him remove the rest of his clothing before resuming holding his manhood. Unable to restrain myself, I pulled him closer and wrapped my mouth around his erection. He exhaled sharply as if he had been holding his breath and balanced himself with his hands on my shoulders.

I was shaking from another orgasm as I gasped for air and fell back on the bed. He supported himself over me and kissed my neck, chest, and right nipple. Then he started to kiss down my body.

"Later," I gasped. "Fuck me now." The first words either of us had spoken.

I spread my legs and put my heels on the edge of the bed. I'd never been more ready to be fucked. He slid into me slowly. I felt the walls of my vagina stretching as he entered me. The feeling was exquisite. I was trembling even before he reached his limit inside me. When he began to pump back and forth inside me, tears came to my eyes as another, stronger orgasm wracked my body.

He paused. I grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper inside me. "No. No," I screamed. "Don't stop."

He resumed and another, even more intense orgasm took my body and I writhed on the bed beneath him. A few minutes later, the heat from his discharge coursed through my body up into my breasts until my nipples felt as if they were on fire.

He collapsed alongside me on the bed. His breathing was erratic and my heart was pounding so hard he must have heard it. Slowly, I recovered. I rolled toward him, dragged my depleted body up and kissed him. He was too exhausted to kiss me back.

A few minutes later, I managed to get out of the bed and walk unsteadily into the bathroom where I peed, washed most of the stains and residue from my body and returned to the side of the bed. He elevated his body so he could see me.

"Thank you," I said. "You have no idea how much pleasure you gave me in these last two hours."

"Darlin'," he said. "If it was even half of the pleasure you gave me, then I've got a good idea."

I put on my cover up, picked up my bikini pieces and put on my sliders. "I don't want to say this," I said. "But I really have to go."

"I'm distraught at the thought of you leaving," he said.

"Maybe we can get together again before the end of the cruise," I speculated.

"I can only imagine how that might turn out," he stated.

I kissed him again and headed for the door. I wrapped my cover up tightly around me and headed for my stateroom. It wasn't hiding much and I moved quickly. Luckily, I only encountered one gentleman and two women on the way. He was impressed and the women weren't.

Safely inside my room, I dumped my burden on a chair and headed for the shower. I was standing under the hot water with my eyes closed when Hunter poked his head into the bathroom.

"Showering off the chlorine from the pool or something else?" he asked.

"I never got near the pool," I told him.

He laughed. "I have to pee," he said.

"Go ahead," I instructed. "I won't look."

"I was hoping you'd help," Hunter quipped.

"Next time," I told him with a giggle. "When you're done you can dry me off."

Later, we were sitting on the balcony outside our stateroom in terry robes. "Tell me about your afternoon," Hunter suggested.

"It was pretty interesting," I started. "I settled next to an interesting gentleman in the adult area at the stern of the ship. We connected. We went to his room. He fucked my brains out and I came back here. What was your afternoon like?"

"I'd like to hear more about that," Hunter replied. "As to my afternoon, it wasn't quite as successful as yours. I struck up a conversation with an attractive woman about my age at the main pool bar. We took our drinks with us when we took a short walk around the outer walkway. We paused in a sheltered corner, out of sight of the rest of the ship. I kissed her. She kissed me back and fondled my dick in my bathing suit. I slipped my hand inside her suit and was toying with her nipple when her phone rang. It was her husband and he was wondering where she was. That was it. I'd like to hear more about your afternoon."

"I don't think the details are important. I got lucky. I sorry you didn't," I told him. "If it makes you feel better, we didn't talk much. I don't even know his name and I never told him mine."

"Damn," Hunter commented. "Would you bed him again?" he asked.

"If the opportunity arose," I confessed.

"Does he have a wife?" Hunter asked.

"You want me to help you get lucky?" I asked.

"If possible," Hunter admitted. "Well, does he?"

"I think so," I told him. "I didn't meet her but there was women's clothing in the room." I looked at the clock. "We should get ready for dinner."

A half hour later, we were dressed appropriately and headed for the main dining room for a seven o'clock dinner. The same hostess met us and led us to our table. I was curious when we passed the table we occupied last night. We turned a corner and the hostess indicated a table for four with another couple already seated.

My surprise was evident. The gentleman I'd spent the afternoon in bed with was sitting at the table with a woman I hadn't met. He stood as we approached. "Hi, Lyndsay," he said. "And this must be Hunter," he added and held out his hand to shake with him. "Glad to meet you," he said. "I'm Chandler and this beautiful woman seated next to me is Marian.

I was as shocked as Hunter that Chandler knew our names but I greeted him and Marian and sat across from Chandler at the table. Hunter greeted Marian and sat next to me and across from her.

Aside from the unexpected start, the conversation was animated, interesting and suggestive. The atmosphere was as if we had known each other for years and this wasn't our first dinner together. After the main course, I was convinced that Chandler's intent was to pair Marian with Hunter as soon as this evening. That left Chandler with me, a combination I wasn't opposed to although I wasn't sure I could accommodate a repeat of this afternoon's encounter.

While waiting for dessert, I left the table for the ladies room and Marian joined me. Our conversation was pleasant but it was clear that she had taken a shine to Hunter. Marian led the way back to the table and took the seat next to Hunter. I sat beside Chandler.

I told myself I wasn't being overprotective of Hunter, but Marian's hand and arm wandered suspiciously under the table toward Hunter's leg. He made no obvious move to dissuade her so I assumed he was okay with her overture and the possible direction for the rest of the evening.

After dessert, we headed for the lounge bar for a nightcap. On the way, Hunter shared how Chandler knew our names. He and Marian were major shareholders in the cruise company and Chandler was on the board of directors. He had access to whatever information he wanted, including our names.

Sitting at a table in the bar, Marian wasn't hiding her interest in Hunter. Chandler leaned over to me and whispered, "They make a cute couple, don't they?"

"Is he safe with her?" I asked.

"She can be breathtaking," Chandler said. "But everyone she's slept with has survived."

"Are we talking a few hours or all night?" I asked.

"Whatever Hunter wants," Chandler shared. "But I know Marian would prefer all night."

"That leaves us together all night," I concluded.

"It does," Chandler agreed. "That is if you're up for it."

"More likely if you're up for it," I mischiefly remarked.

Chandler laughed. "We may actually sleep together," he quipped.

Marian took Hunter's hand and led him out of the bar. Chandler led me to a doorway on the opposite side of the ship from his room this afternoon. I pointed back toward his room. "Isn't that your stateroom?" I asked.

"It's Marian's and Hunter's now. You and I will be okay here," he said as he opened the door.

"Doesn't someone already have this room?" I asked.

"It wasn't assigned for this voyage," Chandler explained. "I just borrowed the key."

The room was pristine, everything in its place and clean sheets on the king-sized bed. Neither Chandler nor I were ready for another rampage like this afternoon. We started slowly, progressed slower and finished comatose in each other's arms.

As soon as the door closed, we embraced, kissed and maneuvered to the sofa. We acted like teenagers experiencing sex for the first time. We laughed and giggled, our clothing disappearing one piece at a time as we rediscovered and enjoyed our various body parts. Chandler found my tits first and I thought he would stall there. He hefted, fondled, kissed, licked, and sucked until my nipples hurt and I was sure he was leaving hickeys. His excuse was, he was a boob man and my boobs were among the finest boobs he ever encountered. They excited him and he just couldn't leave them alone.

I found his excitement was real and, while he was distracted by my boobs, I managed to open his trousers and extract his erection. I squeezed and stroked his erection. He was distracted for an instant and, in that instant, I captured his erection in my mouth. Chandler moaned and fell back onto the sofa. It was my turn to heft, fondle, kiss, lick, and suck his cock. Penis hickeys were in his future.

He fell over on the sofa. I ended up on my knees on the floor next to the sofa and I removed his shoes, socks, trousers and briefs without losing my oral lock on his erection. Chandler's arms were pulling on my body, trying to get me back up on the sofa with him. I kicked off my sandals and, with help from him, knelt on the sofa with my knees on either side of his head.

He pushed my skirt over my hips and around my waist and pulled my pussy down against his lips. He sucked my clitoris through my soaked panties. A second later, he tore my panties open with his hands and sucked my bare clitoris between his lips and nibbled gently with his teeth.

We were both seeping precious bodily fluids. I wondered if mine tasted as good as his. I thought it did when I felt his enthusiastic tongue probing my vagina.

We rolled off the sofa when we tried to reposition ourselves for a better angle. Laughing, we got to our feet and headed for the bed. We were both naked when we got there. I tossed my destroyed panties on the desk against the wall.

We pulled the covers off the bed, crawled in, and cuddled up. I was on top of him, kissing him passionately when I felt his erection probing between my labia. I helped him with one hand and he slid inside me.

I was overwhelmed with emotion as I felt him filling me again. He began to move inside me and I grabbed his hips and slowed him down. As much as I wanted to feel the heat of his ejaculation, I wasn't in a hurry to lose the feeling of his erection stretching the walls of my vagina.

We moved slowly and, over the next two hours, we tried every position we could remember and a few more we made up. We both had several orgasms, two of them simultaneously. Early in the morning, Chandler was spooned behind me with his last erection of the evening inside me again. He had his arms around my body and was palming both of my breasts. We fell asleep that way.

*** ***

Marian led me out of the bar. I looked back over my shoulder. Lyndsay was focused in conversation with Chandler and didn't notice me looking at her. Marian kissed me during the short elevator ride between decks. She practically danced down the narrow passageway toward the stern of the ship, stopping in front of a corner door. She opened the door and pushed me inside. It was the largest stateroom I'd ever seen. She was in my arms kissing me almost before the door closed all the way.

Her enthusiasm was infectious. She was determined to get laid and wasn't in any mind to object. Her tongue was energetic in my mouth and her hands active between my legs. I stumbled backward until I collided with the bed and fell on my back on it.

Marian stepped back, smiled knowingly at me, grabbed the hem of her dress, and pulled it off over her head. She was totally beautifully naked. Her breasts were large and magnificent, her pussy large and bushy. She twirled in front of me, laughing at my surprise until she climbed on the bed, straddling my body and began to kiss me again.

I wrapped one arm around her body and grabbed her ass with my other hand. She moaned in my mouth and wiggled her ass against my grip. She pushed her body up and fed her right breast into my mouth. I sucked on her nipple and felt it grow between my lips. Her left nipple was already hard when she pushed it into my mouth. She was laughing quietly was I sucked her breasts and she ground her pussy against the crotch of my pants and my erection inside.

"We have to get your clothes off," she suggested.

I agreed. Together we removed my clothing, overcoming the awkward moments when lying on my back on the bed presented some difficulties. Satisfied with my nakedness, Marian climbed back on top of me to kiss me and resume grinding on my erection. Within seconds, the obvious result occurred. I slipped inside her.

"Fuuuuck," Marian moaned.

I grabbed her hips and pushed up hard inside her. I hadn't had sex for twenty-four hours and I didn't know how long I'd last. I decided to not try to avoid an orgasm. Marian was clearly eager to have sex and as much sex as possible in one night. I would have many opportunities to demonstrate my endurance.

I held her steady and increased the frequency and intensity of my pistoning inside her. Marian was bouncing on my cock and laughing boisterously as we fucked. I'd had several women tell me they enjoyed fucking me but I'd never experienced someone so joyous in the moment as Marian.

It wasn't long before the inevitable happened. I came strongly inside her. She absorbed my orgasm and continued bouncing on my erection as it contracted. Seconds later, she convulsed and collapsed on me, gasping for air.

We rolled apart, lying on our backs next to each other. "Damn it, Hunter. You could have warned me about how good fucking you could be," she whispered.

"How could I?" I asked. "I didn't know you existed until three hours ago and, even if I did, how was I to know how good it could be?"

"You're forgiven," Marian conceded. "In all honesty, Chandler shared his experience with Lyndsay and I had an expectation. You fulfilled my fantasy with flying colors. The outstanding question is, can you do it again?"

I rolled on my side to face her and put my hand on her breast. "How long do I have?" I asked.

"All night if necessary," declared Marian.

"That's fair," I agreed. "What if all night isn't necessary?" I asked.

"Then I'll entertain three or more times," laughed Marian.

She reached out and pulled me on top of her. She kissed me. I kissed her. "How long is the intermission?" she asked.

"It varies. Depends on the motivation," I told her.

"Motivation?"

"I sure you know ways to encourage further activity and reduce wait time," I challenged her.

Marian smiled. She rolled us over and repositioned her head between my legs. Her mouth quickly found my flaccid penis. I pulled her around until I could position my head beneath her hips and used my tongue, lips, and mouth to give her similar attention. My goal wasn't to resurrect her ability to have sex. She was already as prepared as she could be. My intention was to keep her that way.

Within fifteen minutes, Marian was astride me again and joyously laughing again. I rolled us over, lifted her legs high and plunged repeatedly into her as deep as I could go. Marian joyously accepted everything I could offer and returned it to me with interest.

The pattern repeated three more times with increasingly longer recovery periods and variations in the positions involved. It was after midnight when we agreed that our mutual sexual abilities were equally adept. We took a shower together without any overt sexual content other than assisting in washing boobs and a dick. If you've ever taken a cruise, you know that we had to leave the shower door open and the bathroom floor got soaked.

We curled up on the dry side of the bed and fell asleep. I woke to the sound of rain falling on the balcony and Marian sucking on my newly redeemed erection. Once more, the pattern repeated. We were alongside each other, breathing heavily and I toying with Marian's nipple, when Marian said, "We need to clean up and get to breakfast.

We showered again. Marian dressed in shorts and a white blouse. She wore both bra and panties underneath. I put on my bathing trunks and t-shirt and we headed for my cabin to dress properly. We arrived in the main dining room near eight am. Lyndsay and Chandler were waiting for us. I sat next to Lyndsay. She greeted me with a kiss on my cheek and held my hand on top of the table.

*** ***

I was really glad to see Hunter walk into the dining room with Marian. He didn't look too worse for wear but I was looking for a break after an afternoon and a night with Chandler. I'd slip under the sheets with him anytime but right now I wanted something different. After all, Hunter and I were on this cruise to expand our opportunities.

During breakfast, Chandler hinted that, since it was raining, we should keep our activities indoors all day. I interpreted his suggestion as a transparent offer of unlimited sex. Marian was on the same page. She licked her lips every time she looked at Hunter.

I responded by reaffirming our commitment to further activities with him and Marian but added that we had invested in this cruise as an opportunity to expand our opportunities and, so far, we'd only connected with them.

Chandler smiled understandingly. Marian pouted in disappointment. "I get it," Chandler said. "You and Hunter should spend the day maximizing your investment. Marian and I should do the same. Maybe we can get together again before we arrive back in New Orleans."

"I'd like that," I said honestly. "I think Hunter is of the same mind."

Hunter smiled at Marian in agreement and licked his lips. Marian laughed and stuck out her tongue.

After breakfast, I kissed Chandler to insure our "another time" agreement and Marian kissed Hunter with a why not now intensity.

We wandered the inside of the ship, finding and investigating everything from the casino to the arcade. We met a number of other couples but nothing kindled that special tingle in me and Hunter didn't seem overly interested either. We spent an hour in our room, retuning our love and lust for each other. After showers, we headed for the buffet for a late lunch.

The space was crowded and noisy but the opportunities to meet other couples were infinitely better than the widely spaced and assigned tables in the main dining room. We gathered plates of food and found a table in the row of tables next to the windows.

We were settled in when an attractive woman walked up to the empty table next to ours and asked if it was available. Hunter looked up. "Hi, Jamie," he said. "It's unoccupied. Feel free to sit down."

"Hunter, is that you?" Jamie questioned. "I was wondering if I'd bump into you again." She put her phone on the table. "I'll be back in a moment," she said as she headed for the buffet tables.

"Jamie?" I asked.

"She's the woman I got to second base with yesterday afternoon," Hunter explained.

"She's well put together," I said. "How were her nipples?"

"The one I touched was large and hard," described Hunter.

"I understand your interest. I wonder what her husband looks like."

"Well," Hunter speculated. "They say attractive people marry other attractive people."

"Could be just what we're looking for," I responded.

"It's only one meal," he said.

I watched Jamie stop a tallish gentleman with dark hair, inquisitive eyes and a plate of food and point at the table next to ours. He headed in our direction.

"Hi," he said when he reached the table. "Jamie tells me you're Hunter," he said to Hunter and they shook hands. "And who is this lovely woman," he added as he turned to me.

"Lyndsay," I said and shook his hand.

"Trent," he introduced himself. He held my hand a few milliseconds longer than necessary. Just long enough to tickle my tingle.

Jamie sat down and we finished introductions all around. We pushed the two tables together while we ate and went back to the buffet for more food and desserts. The conversation was introductory in nature covering topics such as our backgrounds, plans and a few expectations. At one point, Trent looked at Hunter and said, "I owe you an apology."

"For what?" Hunter asked. "We just met and, so far, you haven't said or done anything that requires an apology."

"I interrupted you and Jamie yesterday afternoon doing something that Jamie told me was promising. She's been hoping to run into you again ever since and I promised not to call her again if she goes missing."

"That's considerate of you," Hunter said. "But that was yesterday."

"Today's still young," commented Jamie with that smile only a woman on the hunt knows how to make.

I looked at Hunter and nodded almost imperceptibly. He mouthed the words, "Thank you," and blew me a kiss. For the second day in a row, I watched my husband walk out of a restaurant with another woman.

Trent moved over to sit opposite me at the table. "You don't seem concerned at the situation," Trent said.

"Hunter's a big boy," I informed him.

"That's what Jamie said," Trent said.

"She's very observant," I commented.

"She also has big tits and huge nipples," Trent described.

"That's what Hunter said," I said. "Are we good?"

"I don't want to disappoint you," Trent said.

"I doubt the conversation would have gone this far if there was any chance that you'd disappoint me," I told him.

"Then, should we go for a walk?" he asked.

The rain had stopped so Trent and I walked around the outside of the ship, stopping occasionally to watch the wind tearing apart the storm clouds and the whitecaps on the swells of the ocean. Trent led me to an alcove out of sight of the rest of the ship. He gently turned my face toward his and kissed me. "This is where Jamie first kissed your husband," he told me.

"She did more than kiss him," I responded while palming his developing erection through his shorts.

Trent slipped his hand inside my blouse and ran his finger around my hardening nipple. He kissed me again. "I think that's as far as they got," I reminded him.

"Something Jamie has reminded me of several times," Trent admitted.

"I think you'll be forgiven after this afternoon," I suggested. "I don't foresee any interruption this afternoon."

"Here?" Trent asked.

"Not here," I insisted. "I have another venue available."

"Lead on," Trent suggested. He kissed me again and removed his hand from my breast.

I led Trent to our stateroom assuming that Jamie would lead Hunter to her stateroom. Fortunately, we women think alike. The stateroom was empty, the sheets had been refreshed and the sheer curtains over the door to the balcony were aside allowing the sun to light the room.

I closed the door and turned to face Trent. I put my arms around him and kissed him. I sensed a tension in his body. "Is everything all right?" I asked.

"I thought I would be casual, receptive and confident when I was alone with you but, somehow, I suddenly feel, uh, I don't know, uneasy."

"I don't bite," I assured him. "Unless you want me to."

Trent laughed. "Thanks," he said.

I stepped closer to him. He tensed. I kissed him. He was passive, without a response. "What's the problem? On deck you were receptive, almost ready to take me right there."

"That was out there," he said. "It was unrealistic. Nothing serious could actually happen out there. This is a bedroom. With a real bed. It's real."

"You've never done before, have you?" I suspected.

"Is it that obvious?" he asked.

"Yeah, actually."

"Where do we go from here?" he asked.

"Right here," I said as I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt.

He smiled as I unbuttoned the top button. His smile broadened as his shirt buttons opened and his eyes closed when I circled my fingers around his nipples. This time, he kissed me back when I kissed him.

His shirt landed on the floor and I kneeled in front of him and began to open his belt and trousers.

"Wait," he whispered and lifted me up in front of him.

He began to unbutton my blouse. It landed on the floor next to his shirt. He wasn't surprised that I wasn't wearing a bra. Tentatively, he circled my nipples with his fingers. I closed my eyes, pulled his head down and pushed a nipple against his lips. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and I knew the train had left the station, an express with no intermediate stops.

I managed to open his trousers while Trent was searching for my other nipple. I got his attention when his trousers fell around his ankles and I pushed his boxers down his thighs. His erection sprang into my hand. I slid down and wrapped my mouth around his larger than expected cock. He swooned. There is no other word for it.

His knees flexed and I worried that he would fall over on me. I helped him remove his pants and boxers and led him gently to sit on the side of the bed. I unzipped my skirt as he watched and let it fall to the floor. I wore no panties. I had planned for an afternoon teasing Hunter. Possibly a quick fuck somewhere on the ship while walking on the deck. Not wearing panties was perfect for this moment with Trent.

I reached out and pulled me close to him. He buried his face in my pussy and inhaled. It was my turn to swoon. It wasn't the feel of his nose against my clitoris or his tongue between my labia. It was the way he inhaled my aroma. The way he embraced my womanhood and made it part of him. I pushed forward. He lay back on the bed and I settled with my hungry pussy tight against his mouth.

He pushed my hips up slightly and I moved, realizing that his breathing was more important than feasting on my secretions. I turned around while straddling his head and encouraged his body to move completely on the bed. Satisfied as to his position, I leaned over and sucked his erection into my mouth again.

I was nearing my first orgasm. Distracted, I missed that Trent was also in a similar position. Suddenly, he was lurching under me and spilling copious amounts of sperm and semen into my mouth. I sealed my mouth around his erection and swallowed repeatedly until he relented.

He rolled me off him. "Oh my God," he cried. "I'm so sorry."

I laughed and turned around to lie next to him. I kissed him, my mouth open and tongue pushing residue into his mouth. "Why?" I asked. "That was perfect. I'm more than happy with what happened."

"Really?" he seemed bewildered. "I was afraid that I spoiled everything."

"No. Nothing's spoiled," I comforted him. "I'm even more determined now for you to repeat your wonderful result only next time inside me somewhere else."

"But, I'm done," he moaned.

"Are you a one and one kind of guy?" I asked.

"Usually with Jamie, we roll over and go to sleep," Trent shared.

"That's sad," I commented. "Today, nobody's rolling over. Today, you're going to recharge, fuck my brains out and unload even more for me to keep inside me."

"Uh, okay," Trent agreed halfheartedly. "How?"

I pushed his head down my body and between my legs. "Use your imagination until you're ready," I ordered.

He started slowly, learned quickly and, twenty minutes later he was fully restored and slipping inside me. By then, I was beside myself ready to have him inside me. His ambitious and exploratory activity between my legs had caused two orgasms and I was almost crazy wanting more.

He fucked me with an energy and artistry I'd only experienced with Hunter. He shifted between angles and momentum seamlessly that incrementally brought me to multiple orgasms before he tensed, pushed hard inside me, and pulsed another huge load of hot, emotionally overwhelming, semen against my cervix.

The heat spread up my spine and I responded with an orgasm unlike any I had experienced since my early, pre-family, sexual encounters with Hunter. My body shook uncontrollably and I resisted curling up into a fetal position because I didn't want to lose Trent inside me one second sooner than necessary.

Eventually, he shrunk until it was impossible to keep him inside me and he slipped out of me. I rolled over on top of him and kissed him furiously. "That was incredible," I said.

"Thank you," he said, a sense of pride of his accomplishment evident in his tone of voice.

I rolled off him and got out of the bed. "I have to pee," I told him. "Think about the next time until I get back."

*** ***

Jamie led me to the small alcove out of visibility from the rest of the ship we had visited yesterday. "Do you remember where we were before my phone rang?" she asked.

I do," I said.

She kissed me and pulled my hand inside her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra and my fingers quickly found her nipple. She tugged on my penis inside my pants.

"Here?" I asked.

"No," she responded. "I just wanted you to know we could have followed up yesterday and nothing has changed since."

"Message received," I said. I squeezed her breast, pushed her blouse aside and kissed her nipple.

"Fuck," she exclaimed.

Jamie led me to her and Trent's stateroom. It was a small interior room without a window. Barely large enough for a queen-sized bed but more than enough for what I hoped would happen. Jamie stripped off her clothing and stood in front of me naked and very enticing.

Something about the way she stood and the way her smile quivered, told me that she was a little uncomfortable.

"You've never done this before," I speculated.

"Does it show?" Jamie asked.

"Jamie," I said. "You obviously want to do this and I'm more than ready to accommodate you but I'd like to have your undivided and unconflicted participation."

"Trent and I have talked about this moment for years," Jamie said. "Only recently we committed to following through and this cruise is our first foray. Yesterday confirmed our decision for me and right now, this moment, you're the first man beside Trent that has ever seen me naked. It was something I had to do. That's why I took off my clothing so quickly. I was afraid I'd lose my nerve. Did I make a mistake?"

"No," I responded. "It was perfect. You definitely have my attention," I added as I adjusted my erection in my trousers.

Jamie laughed. The tension in her body dissolved. She rushed into my arms and kissed me. Surprisingly fast, she opened my trousers, knelt in front of me and pushed them and my underwear around my thighs. She held my erection in both hands and put her mouth over the head of it. She was committed and she had my undivided attention.

I gently lifted her up and led her to the bed. I undressed while she watched, anticipation reflected on her face and body language.

"Was I wrong?" she asked. "I thought that was how these things usually progressed."

"Jamie," I said. "You're unique. There is no usual way for us to proceed. In some sense, you're a virgin and you deserve to be treated like a virgin. So, here's what I am going to do. I'm going to hold you, I'm going to kiss you and we're going to start with the happy ending. Then we'll see what other activities are appropriate."

Jamie sat with her hands over her mouth, watching while she watched me finish undressing. I helped her get comfortable on the bed. I kissed her lips and her breasts. I separated her legs and knelt between them. When I moved between her thighs and slid my erection between her labia, her legs came up reflexively and tears formed in her eyes.

I slid slowly inside her. She held her breath and pushed down on me. When I was fully inside her, she moaned. "Oh, my God."

I moved inside her and paused. She grabbed my hips. "Don't stop," she cried.

I moved inside her gently, remembering with every stroke that she was a virgin and I needed to treat her like one. This moment was the first time anyone other than her husband had filled her body and I wanted to honor that moment.

That moment passed. Jamie pulled me tight against her, my body crushing her breasts between us and she wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass and pulling me deeper into her. I followed her lead and began to increase the pace and depth of my movement within her.

Soon, her body responded. She began to writhe beneath me. Her hips bounced against me and she began to warble, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I can't. I can't."

Suddenly, her body tensed, her back arched and her orgasm shook both of us, the bed, and the rest of the ship. I briefly wondered if the captain had asked for a damage report. I hung on and paused while she shook and calmed down. Her heels pushed against me and she cried, "More."

I resumed my movement inside her. I rode her through a second orgasm. Her third orgasm was too much. I unloaded more than a half dozen shots of semen inside her.

We clung together while we recovered. Tears were in Jamie's eyes and running down her cheeks. I wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her. "I'm sorry," she said softly.

"For what?" I asked as softly as she.

"Crying," she explained. "I haven't cried like that since I was a real virgin and Trent made a woman of me."

"Nothing to cry about," I said. "I'm honored to have been part of your tears."

Jamie hugged me tighter and kissed me. "Thank you," she said. "I'm glad it was with you."

"You're welcome," I told her. "I'm glad it was with you too."

"One question?" Jamie asked.

"Sure."

"Can we do it again?"

Late in the afternoon, Jamie and I thought it appropriate that we take a break and get ready for dinner. During the afternoon, I had savored Jamie's taste, she had finished what she had started and we had two more prolonged intimate, inside her, sessions, without tears.

I dressed and headed for my stateroom and Lyndsay.

*** ***

I had straightened the bed, showered, and was sitting on the bed with a towel over my hips when Hunter came back to the room. "The conquering hero returns," she commented.

"Neither conquering nor a hero," he replied. "Nice outfit."

"Just a little something I didn't put on," I told him. "How was your afternoon?"

"Sensitive and satisfying," Hunter told me. "I assume yours was the same?"

"It was," I admitted. "Everything we were hoping for."

Hunter headed for the balcony at the end of the room. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"I just want to get some air," he told me. He opened the door to the private balcony and disappeared outside.

I thought for about a second, stood up, dropped my towel on the floor and headed for the door to the balcony. "Wow," Hunter commented as I stepped out on the balcony. "I like this outfit better."

We stood at the railing, Hunter dressed and me naked, watching the swells of the ocean and the gulls sweeping by in the air. I turned toward him, turned his face toward mine and kissed him. "What was that for?" he asked.

"A reminder that you're the first, last and best I've ever shared a bed with," I confessed.

I began to undo his pants. "Here?" he asked.

"Who's going to see us, the fish?" I asked.

I guess my analysis made sense to him. Minutes later, his pants were around his ankles, I was bent over the railing and he was hiding is erection in my vagina from behind. We weren't at it for long. We moved back into the room after a few minutes. Orgasms weren't the goal. Reconnecting our relationship was.

Hunter showered. We both dressed for dinner and we headed for the main dining room. We were mildly surprised when the hostess showed us past our assigned table toward the rear of the dining room again. "Is Chandler at it again?" I asked.

"Possibly," Hunter replied. "Can you handle him again?"

"Not a problem," I admitted. "But I really need quality time with you tonight."

"Deal," Hunter promised. "We'll work in out politely."

At the table, Chandler and Marian were waiting for us. There were six place settings on the table with glasses of wine already poured at each place. Chandler and Marian were seated at one end. Hunter started to sit next to Chandler. "Your place is at the end of the table," informed Chandler. Hunter sat at the table with one chair between him and Chandler. I sat opposite him on the same side of the table as Marian.

We shared polite banter about such things as the storm in the morning and the anger of the sea during the afternoon. We were beginning to share information about how we spent the afternoon when the hostess showed up with another couple. Trent and Jamie were as surprised as we were that we were sharing dinner together. Neither Chandler nor Marian showed surprise.

Introductions were completed all around but, somehow, I thought most of them were unnecessary. Jamie was seated between Chandler and Hunter and Trent between Marian and me. Chandler raised his glass of wine. The rest of us followed his lead. "Thank you accepting my invitation to dinner with Marian and me," he toasted and took a sip.

We all sipped our wine although none of us could remember an invitation to dinner or accepting it.

Conversation during dinner was polite. We discussed the amenities on the ship and shared information about ourselves. Midway through the main course, Jamie put her hand on Hunter's thigh. Silently, Hunter clued me to pay attention. I didn't sense it was erotic. More likely she was seeking comfort. I nodded toward Hunter and he reached out to provide the comfort she sought. Her hemline had ridden up and his hand settled on her bare thigh. Jamie smiled pleasantly at me.

I few minutes later, Jamie tensed briefly. I checked and realized that Chandler had put his hand on her other thigh. I nodded at Hunter again and he squeezed her thigh slightly to let her know we were still supporting her.

Before coffee and dessert, Jamie excused herself to go to the ladies room. I accepted her offer to join her. Marian politely declined.

On the way to the ladies room, Jamie wondered out loud who Chandler was, how did he know so much about them and what was his purpose in inviting us to have dinner with him and Marian. I filled her in on Chandler's relationship with the cruise line and his ability to access the records of the passengers. How he knew who to ask about was still a mystery to me but I suspected he got input from crew members who were everywhere and saw almost everything. As to his interest in her, I told her it was pretty simple. He wanted to fuck her and he was offering Marian to Trent as a quid pro quo.

"Is that how you and Hunter got invited to dinner?" Jamie asked.

"We connected with them a couple of days ago," I confessed. "And, personally, I found sex with Chandler to be pleasant and very satisfactory. You could do worse. Much worse."

"I don't know," said Jamie. "You and Hunter are everything we were hoping for and, frankly, I don't think we need another couple in our memories right now."

I stopped and took her hand. "Jamie," I said. "Hunter and I have your back."

"Thank you," Jamie said with a sigh of relief.

When we returned to the table, Jamie took my seat next to her husband and I took her seat between Chandler and my husband. Chandler looked frustrated and his mood didn't improve when he placed his hand on my thigh and I ignored it.

After dessert, the four of us declined an invitation for after dinner drinks in the lounge. We walked to the elevator together and headed to our own staterooms with our spouses. Back in our stateroom, I undressed and hung my clothing in the closet. Hunter was removing his boxer shorts when I headed for the door to the balcony. "Where are you going?" Hunter asked.

"I thought we might pick up where we were earlier on the balcony," I explained. "I thought the moon and stars might provide a perfect backdrop."

I opened the door, stepped outside, turned around and came back into the room. "What?" Hunter asked.

"It's freakin' cold out there," I told him.

Hunter sat on the bed and patted the place next to him. "I know a warm place," he suggested.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Someone was knocking on our door. It was close to one am. "I wonder who that is." I said, "Unless the ship is sinking, tell them we're busy," mumbled Hunter.

I walked to the door, stood behind it, opened it slightly and peeked around the door to see who was in the hallway. It was Jamie dressed in a terry robe.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

"Everything's wonderful," she replied happily. "Trent and I were recapping our time on the ship so far. When we got to this afternoon, we lingered on the memories. I wondered if there wasn't an opportunity for more memories. Trent dared me to find out. One of my more challenging attributes is that I can't refuse a dare, so, here I am."

I opened the door further and let her in. Instantly, she noticed my nakedness. "Oh. Did I interrupt something? I should leave."

"It's fine," I told her. "Earlier might have been a problem but we had just fallen asleep and your proposal is interesting. Hunter, what do you think?"

Jamie began to open her robe. If Hunter had any doubts they disappeared with the appearance of Jamie's breasts. "I'm good," he said.

"Okay," I said.

"Great," said Jamie. She took off her robe and handed it to me.

I put on the robe. Jamie told me the room number and gave me the room key. Jamie half skipped across the room as I left. "Have a good time, you two," I said as the door closed.

I didn't encounter a single individual, or a married one either, on the way to Trent's room. I let myself in. The room was small and dark. Trent was sitting on the side of the bed, naked.

"Expecting me?" I asked.

"Expecting either one of you," said Trent. "But I am happy that it's you."

He patted the side of the bed. I removed Jamie's robe, tossed it on the only chair and sat next to him. "What's next?" he asked.

"Your job is to fuck me," I said. "My job is to enjoy it," I added with a smile and a kiss.

Kisses led to touching. Touching caused erect nipples, an erect penis, and a leaking vagina. The erect penis begged to be sucked and the leaking vagina begged to be licked. Attention to my nearby clitoris led to a predictable orgasm and eventually to his penis disappearing into my vagina.

Kiss, touch, suck, lick, fuck, orgasm, and repeat. Twice.

Near seven in the morning, the room phone rang. I was closest so I answered the phone. "You guys ready for a break for breakfast?," asked a happy Jamie.

"Sounds perfect," I told her for both of us.

"You've got the robe," said Jamie.

"Right. See you in five minutes."

I put on the robe, kissed Trent, tweaked his cock and left the room. The trip to my stateroom attracted more attention than the trip last night in the opposite direction. The other passengers rarely sighted a barefoot woman in a terry robe in the hallways and elevators.

Back in my room, Hunter was dressed for breakfast. Jamie was naked waiting on the side of the bed. I gave her the robe. She put it on and waited for me to dress. The three of us headed for her stateroom. The other passengers were treated to a second barefoot woman in a terry robe with two companions.

Trent had taken the time to dress. We waited for Jamie to dress and we headed for the buffet for breakfast, avoiding a possible encounter with Chandler and Marian.

Later that morning, the sun was high in the sky and hot. The four of us donned bathing suits, Hunter and Trent in baggy shorts and t-shirts, Jamie and I in minimal coverage, two-piece bikinis and headed for the adults only area at the stern of the ship.

Jamie was soaking up the rays on a chaise lounge when Chandler sat on the edge. She opened her eyes. "Did I say or do something to offend you?" asked Chandler.

"No. Nothing," replied Jamie. "I was actually flattered by your overtures. But my dance card was already full."

"Oh. I see," mulled Chandler. "Maybe tonight?" he asked.

"I'd like that," said Jamie. "But tonight is the last night we have aboard and I'm committed to spending the night with my husband. Maybe some other time."

"Yes. Maybe some other time," agreed Chandler and left.

We did spend the last night with our husbands. Jamie and I exchanged contact information while waiting for our turn to disembark in the morning.

At home, Hunter and I resumed a normal routine, daily sex, and low-key searches for couples of like disposition. I kept in touch with Jamie. Hunter was anticipating getting together with her and Trent but the four hundred miles separating us was an impediment we had yet to overcome.

About two months after the cruise, Hunter and I received a large Federal Express envelope. Inside was a detailed description of a seventeen-night cruise from Fort Lauderdale, through the Panama Canal, to Santiago, Chile. The offer was all inclusive, complementary, and fully paid for including air fares to Fort Lauderdale and back home from Santiago. There was no indication who was responsible for the free vacation but Hunter and I had some candidates in mind.

Two hours after we received the cruise details, the telephone rang. It was Jamie. She and Trent had received the same offer and they were pretty sure who their benefactor was. "Should we accept?" Jamie asked.

"It is an opportunity to spend time together," I suggested. "But you know who will also be on that cruise."

"We do," said Jamie. "Trent and I think it's an acceptable consequence."

"You'll probably have to sleep with Chandler," I reminded her.

"You haven't complained about him," Jamie reminded me. "And Trent and I have expanded our experience somewhat since the cruise. Who knows, you never know what other connections we can make on a seventeen-night cruise."

Hunter and I agreed to join them on the cruise. Looks like we're heading for Fort Lauderdale and South America next November.