Disclaimer
This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author.
Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams
Chapter 6
Laura's orgasms
The tattoo parlor recommended they wait two weeks before having sex, and Laura figured she could milk it for at least a couple of months. Sex was never an enjoyable experience for Laura, especially with Arthur. He pumped away in her pussy like a rabbit in heat; he was finished in five to ten minutes, then she had a mess to clean up. Sex was an inconvenience; she never enjoyed it. This was one of the reasons she wanted to have a child right away; as soon as she was pregnant, she would have an excuse not to have sex with Arthur; it might hurt the baby was her planned excuse. Not that she wanted children, noisy, messy, needy things, but she would have Arthur hire a nanny to take care of the brat. Then, she would have the leverage she needed not to be bothered to deal with giving him sex.
In past relationships, some of her sexual experiences were better; one of the men was more aggressive in bed with her, while her experience was more fulfilling with him; he was finished long before she got any satisfaction.
It is not that she had never had an orgasm before; she did, but only by masturbating. It was a long process of using a Battery-operated boyfriend (BOB) before she could achieve an orgasm. The last time she masturbated was over a year ago; BOB's batteries died before she could reach satisfaction. She threw the thing away in disgust. She accepted her fate; sex just wasn't for her. She would do as she had always done, use her good looks to get men to give her what she wanted, with the promise of sex, but never deliver.
She managed to deny Arthur sex for just over three weeks, but one night it happened; he was horny and would not be denied. She was usually able to say she was tired or had a headache or some other excuse, and he would leave her alone. Not this night; as soon as they were getting into bed, he pounced on her like a cat catching a mouse. He began kissing her and would not stop. She resolved herself to just giving in to his desires, it would all be over soon enough anyway.
This time, it was different; he was far more aggressive than usual, and his French kissing was vastly improved. He swirled his tongue around hers, like John Travolta on the dance floor. The way he intermingled their tongues together, she was actually enjoying this. Where did he learn this? After 15 minutes, he pulled her panties down, and she waited for the inevitable rabbit fucking. She was surprised when she felt his tongue slide across her clitorises, and so began the most pleasurable and erotic oral sex she had had in her life. His tongue and mouth sucked on her pussy, like a master musician playing a musical instrument with his tongue. It felt good there, better than any BOB she had used before. On and on he went; he gave her the best oral sex of her life, and then it happened: she felt the most powerful and prolonged orgasm of her life,
She screamed out, "Oh god, yes, yes!"
She felt lightheaded when she finally came down from her high; it felt that good. And still, he didn't stop; now, as he occupied his mouth with her pussy, his hands reached up and began playing with her nipples. They were super sensitive after the orgasm she had. He pulled on them, sometimes to the point that it was painful, but she didn't complain; it felt so good. Then it happened again; another powerful orgasm swept through her body, and a few minutes later, another. As she was coming down, she was almost sad when she realized the truth. It took a lot to get her engine going, but once it started, she roared like a race car.
When she masturbated before, once she reached her first orgasm, she stopped believing that was all there was, but if she had put in more effort and continued, she could have enjoyed one orgasm after another. Before she finished this thought, she had a final oral orgasm; her vagina muscles were still in a spasm when he shifted positions, and she felt his rock-hard dick enter her.
No rabbit fuck this time; he took his time and sucked on her nipples and French kissed her. Sometimes, he pounded her hard rapidly, and other times, he slid in and out of her slowly; he barely moved. She looked directly into his eyes; she couldn't believe this wasn't the same man that last fucked her a month ago. Could he have been kidnapped by aliens and replaced by an impostor? As improbable as this was, it was more likely to be true than not. She came again and again as he fucked her. She didn't know how long they made love, but it was far longer than ten minutes, more like hours. She finally felt his dick spasm and pumped loads of cum into her, and he moaned in pleasure. He collapsed on her; still inside, she they were covered with sweat. It was the best night of sex in her life.
She woke in the morning they were wrapped in each other's arms. She could feel dried cum on her thighs and down her side. It didn't disgust her this time, she wore it like a badge of honor. She could feel Arthur's morning woody, but instead of avoiding it by moving away from him in bed, she shifted her position and got on top of him. She inserted his hard cock inside her and began to cowgirl fuck her husband. She never did this before, not with any man, and she never initiated sex. She didn't care if she didn't come; she only thought of her husband and his pleasure. Things were different and would be from now on. She learned she really enjoyed sex; she would take a morning-after pill and get on birth control, and she wanted to enjoy sex for years before thinking about having children.
He awoke with his wife on top of him, riding him like a cowgirl. He quickly got into the spirit of things and thrust his body up into her like an untamed horse trying to unseat his rider. He wanted to slow her down, to allow her to enjoy the moment, too.
"Slow down. If you don't stop, I'll cum too quickly." He said.
"Last night was amazing, the best sex I had in my life, and this is to thank you. This morning, it is all about you. Enjoy my love." She said with feeling.
Within a few minutes, he came, shooting his cum deep into her pussy. She shifted her body so he was still inside her, and they could French kiss. He was still inside her, still hard.
"Last night was wonderful; where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
She put him on the spot; he couldn't think of what to tell her. "The internet?" he replied without much conviction.
"It was that slut in the Tattoo shop I saw, the one with the tramp stamp with the rose in the center, wasn't it?" She said.
Arthur looked at her like a deer in headlights; how did she know he thought?
"How.." he started to say.
"It was obvious you had the smell of another woman's perfume on you; I smelled the same scent on her. I could also smell the alcohol on your breath as well. Don't worry, I'm not mad. Actually, I want to thank you and her. You both opened up another world to me I never knew existed. I want to explore this new world with you, my love."
"You welcome." was all he could think to say.
"What can I do for you, my Love? Anything, ask." She said and meant it.
"I want you to begin to give me blowjobs, especially after I cum inside you." He said, not thinking.
She hesitated, she was always turned off at the very idea, but she would at least try it for her husband.
