Fantasy Cruise Ch. 16 - Finale

Chapter 16 - Final Day

Alex gasped himself awake. He had been dreaming about the night's activities, and realized that he wasn't just feeling in his dreams. Mel was hunched over him, riding him slowly. Alex glanced around, but didn't see Ally anywhere.

"She's in the shower," Mel said with a grin. "I couldn't help myself when I saw your morning wood."

Alex let his eyes close again, and simply enjoyed the feelings Mel was giving him.

"Best. Girlfriend. Ever," he said happily.

Mel didn't stop moving, but the tone of her voice changed, some of the humor and sensuality leeching away.

"We probably shouldn't say that again."

Alex frowned, "Why not?"

"Because you're leaving. We shouldn't get attached."

Opening his eyes, Alex reached up to cup Mel's face. With a sad smile, he said, "Too late."

Mel closed her eyes and turned her head to pull away from his hand.

"Fuck, Alex. Stop it."

"I mean it though."

"You're married," she sighed. "And I give sex therapy on a cruise ship."

Finally awake enough, Alex wrapped his arms around Mel and flipped them over so she was underneath him.

"You could quit," he suggested.

"And do what? Besides, you're still married."

Alex grinned, "I don't think Ally would care."

Mel frowned, "That's probably something you should work out and discuss with her before you offer. You two kind of suck at communication."

Alex snorted in agreement, and then just focused on sliding in and out of Mel. It didn't take long for him to feel his pending orgasm pushing against his body like a flood on a dam.

"Are you going to cum?" He asked.

With a laugh Mel shook her head. "I don't think I can get there this morning. This feels good, but go ahead and finish."

Alex collapsed down onto Mel, trying to hold her against him as tightly as he could while his orgasm hit. Mel wrapped her arms and legs around him, and held him just as tightly. As his orgasm finished, Alex let out a long sigh.

"Maybe in another life," he lamented.

"Maybe in another life."

"What if you gave me your number? If you're ever in town..." Alex trailed off as Mel shook her head with a slight smile.

"You know that wouldn't be right. Would you be able to avoid texting me just to talk?"

Alex sighed, "Probably not."

"And that," Mel booped his nose with a smirk. "Would be cheating."

Alex rolled off Mel with a groan and pressed his palms against his eyes.

"This is fucked up."

"Which part?" Mel asked.

"All of this. That we're even here, that Ally cheated on me, now apparently, she likes watching me with other women, and," he glanced at Mel on the bed next to him. "I like you, Mel. More than I should."

Mel was silent for a minute before responding. She reached over and grabbed Alex's hand and squeezed it.

"I like you too, Alex. But I should probably go now."

Alex watched as Mel went to where she had neatly stacked her clothes on a chair and dressed quickly. She didn't have much to put on, and held her heels by their straps in one hand. She moved to the mirror and ran her hand through her hair a couple of times before giving up. She spun back on Alex with a grin.

"Been a long time since I've done a walk of shame."

Alex grinned.

"It should be a walk of pride for you."

Mel moved back to the bed and leaned down over Alex, planting a soft, tender kiss on his lips. She pulled back slowly, then moved to the bathroom to knock. After the first knock, the door flew up and a very naked Ally pulled Mel into a kiss. Laughing, Mel returned the kiss which only lasted a few moments.

Mel walked to the door and turned around, winked at Alex, and waved with the fingers of her free hand before opening the door and walking out without another word.

To Alex, the sound of the door closing was a butcher's knife cutting through the moment, ending it with finality.

Chapter 17 - The Butcher's Knife

Alex glanced back at Ally who had moved back into the bathroom to continue getting ready, while surreptitiously stealing glances at Alex in the mirror.

"How much of that were you listening to?" He asked.

"All of it," she replied as she turned on the hair drier, cutting off conversation.

Alex waited until Ally finished, then started talking as if she hadn't interrupted them.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Are you upset?"

Ally grabbed her makeup bag and left the bathroom to get out of the lingering humidity. She sat down at a table where she had set up a vanity mirror.

"No."

Alex waited for more, but Ally was focused on applying her makeup and didn't expound.

"Just, 'no?'"

"Just 'no.'"

Alex sighed. "If you aren't upset, why am I getting one-word answers?"

Setting down her brush, Ally turned to Alex, her jaw clenched.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Something? Anything! What are your thoughts?" he asked in exasperation.

"My thoughts?" Ally asked, narrowing her eyes. "My thoughts are wondering if you would have cheated on me if Mel hadn't said no. My thoughts are that you seemed a little too eager to carry on past last night. My thoughts are that you just asked a woman for her number."

Alex fell back with a sigh, pushing his palms against his eyes again.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself.

"My thoughts," Ally continued in a softer voice, "are that I'm aware this situation was of my making, and my thoughts are beating me up in my own head for putting us here."

Her shoulders slumped, as Ally looked down at the table in front of her.

She whispered, "My thoughts are that I fucked up again, Alex."

Alex jumped out of the bed and rushed over to hug Ally from behind tightly.

"No, no, no, no! God Ally, you can't blame yourself for all of this. I went along with it, and I'm the one that fucked up this morning."

Alex could feel when her shoulders started to shake from crying, and then he felt worse. He pulled Ally tightly to his chest.

"Ally, please! You can't blame yourself alone for this."

"I know," she blubbered, "But I caused it all. I wanted you to fuck her and I liked when she said she was your girlfriend. I made you want to cheat!"

Alex couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement.

"Ally, how could you possibly make me want to cheat?"

"I wanted you to be with her and I put you two together and now you want to be with her."

"I don't want to be with her," Alex said softly while kissing Ally's jaw from behind. "I want to be with my wife. I was caught up in the intimacy of last night."

Alex knew he was lying but given enough time and distance it would eventually become the truth. So, if it helped Ally now, then Alex was willing to lie to her. To them both.

"Promise?" she asked through tears.

"Promise."

Ally's tears tapered off, and she sat in Alex's arms sniffling. The warmth of his body pressed against her, her shoulder tense. They remained that way silently for a few minutes.

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"What happens when we get home?" Ally said in a small voice.

"What do you mean?"

"This. The sex, the sharing. Do we keep doing it?"

Alex shook his head and snorted.

"Not a chance. Don't you think we have enough to work on already?"

Ally sniffled, "Even if I was okay with it?"

"I don't think we should. We're both a mess right now and it would guarantee a disaster," he replied softly.

"Okay."

They lapsed back into silence, Alex still holding Ally from behind when she giggled, "You're getting cum on me."

Alex snorted and started grinding his crotch against her back.

"I think you like it," he said with a laugh.

"Maybe Mel's but not yours. Ew!"

Despite her protests, Ally made no effort to get Alex away from her. Instead, she leaned back towards him.

"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes," he joked softly.

Ally turned her head over her shoulder and gave Alex a smoldering look.

"I guess I need another shower, and you're going to have to wash my back."

Alex and Ally spent the next half hour reconnecting in the shower; kissing, touching, and re-establishing their intimate connection both physically and emotionally. By the time they climbed out, wrinkled and satisfied, Ally was glowing. Her smile once again lit the room, but Alex's return smile was only a reflection of hers.

Ally hummed as she danced around the room in the nude while packing her luggage. Alex got dressed into comfortable travel clothes, then spent as little time as possible as he messily folded and stacked his own worn clothing into his luggage. Their direct flight home was scheduled for that evening, so he wouldn't even need another set of clothes after they disembarked.

Once they were both finally packed and ready to leave, Ally dressed herself. She threw on a pair of yoga pants that emphasized her butt, then a small tube top that showed off her midriff. Alex raised an eyebrow and with a grin grabbed one of her nipples teasingly.

"Going to show off the headlights?"

Ally slapped his hand away, then looked down at her chest.

"Not much to show off. Yet."

"You really want a boob job?" Alex asked.

She slid up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"I do."

Alex shrugged noncommittally and replied, "Maybe we can talk about it at home. They're not cheap - not the good ones anyway."

Ally flashed another of her smiles then rested her head against Alex's chest.

"I love you," she murmured.

"Yeah," he said softly. "You too."

They stood holding each other for another minute, before mutually separating and grabbing their luggage. Alex gave the room a once over to make sure nothing was left behind, then they headed out to disembark at the port. They walked down the gangplank and moved to the pickup line for a ride to the airport. As they stood waiting, they both looked back at the cruise ship silently, musing over the past week's events and what it all meant. Ally leaned into Alex's side and put her arm around his waist. Alex returned the gesture around her shoulders.

Softly, she asked, "Are we going to make it?"

"I hope so," he said, resigned.

Lines wrinkled Ally's brow as she looked up at Alex.

"So, what happens now?"

Alex looked back at the ship one last time before turning his back to it.

"Now, we start the hard work."