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Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams
Chapter 7
The Double Date
It was Friday night, and Arthur was dressed to impress; he had on a new two-button, shiny, flashy, sharkskin black suit, and it caught the light nicely. Laura was wearing a mini dress with a deep V-neck that showed off her cleavage nicely. No panties, of course, and she made sure to shave her pussy smooth. She started to get laser hair removal treatments, but she had a long way to go before she could throw her razor away.
Arthur arrived just before six pm, parked his SUV, and they both walked across the parking lot to the restaurant. They entered the Rusty Penguin, approached the hostess, and were promptly shown to their table; the other couple was waiting for them.
It was the woman he remembered from the night on the cruise. She stood up and hugged him before he could say anything. She looked in her twenties, 5ft, 8", and was wearing a short, shiny gold dress; it was low-cut, showing off her 38 DD breasts, and the material was draped over them. Her short dress was cut on both sides to show off more of her legs, and it was backless plunged so far down, he could see the crack of her ass. He could see that she had a tramp stamp but couldn't see its details; one of her arms was tattooed with vines and flowers; it was a full-sleeve tattoo.
"Hello, Arthur," she said as she hugged him.
"Hello," was all he could get out before she gave him a long, deep French kiss.
Once she let him go, he could see her companion was also hugging and giving his wife a long deep French kiss; he had both hands on her ass. After a minute, he released her and turned to look at Arthur.
"Hello, I'm Robert," he said, shaking his hand. He looked young, younger than his companion. He was dressed in jeans and a loose polo shirt. Arthur realized he recognized Robert; he now remembered him as the man of the couple they had met at the bar on the cruise ship and waking up the next day with no memory of the previous night. If his recollection was correct, this wasn't the same woman Robert was with him that night.
As he shook his hands, he could see Sybil approach Laura. Laura held out her hand to shack hers, but she grabbed Laura in a hug and began to French kiss her; Sybil's hands were on Laura's ass, and Laura followed suit and grabbed Sybil's ass. They were making out in the middle of the restaurant, and Arthur was just speechless. He could feel himself becoming hard. Finally, they separated; Robert escorted Laura to a seat against the wall and sat next to her. Sybil also took a seat on the wall and indicated that Arthur should sit next to her. Both women were together seated along the wall.
"Now that we all have been properly introduced, a toast to new adventures," Robert said. "I already ordered drinks for everyone."
Drinks were already in front of each of them. He looked at the drink with some apprehension. He remembered the last time he shared a drink with Robert. Laura took the drink and emptied her glass in one long swallow; everyone else did the same; after a moment of hesitation, he followed suit.
"I apologize; I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back," Arthur said, excusing himself. He hurried into the bathroom, located the first empty stall, entered, closed the door, got on his knees, put his finger into his mouth, and vomited. Fortunately, no one was in the restroom when he left the stall. He was going to keep his wits about him this time; he would watch what he put into his mouth like a hawk. He cleaned himself up and, when he was presentable, returned to the table.
When he returned to the table, the other couple was laughing; Laura seemed to be having a good time, too. The rest of the meal was uneventful; Arthur asked for water and made sure to place it far from Sybil's or Robert's reach. After a good meal and a few drinks, Robert said, "Well, I guess it's time to carry on with the festivities. Here is my address. You can follow us over or meet us here."
Once they were both back in their vehicle together, he asked Laura, "So what did she think?"
"Thank god, I almost didn't make it," she said.
Puzzled, he asked, "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you notice? Roberts's one arm was not on the table most of the meal? He was fingering my pussy all night, and when he wasn't, she was. I almost came right there at the table. My pussy is soaked; I left such a big wet spot on the chair that the staff will think I pissed myself. " she said.
"The worse was when you left to use the restroom for ten minutes, they were both assaulting me from both sides," Laura said.
Arthur didn't notice, but he did notice that Sybil did rub her hand on his crotch several times. "Do you feel ok? Clear-headed?" he asked.
"Yes, why?" she said.
"Nothing, maybe I'm just being paranoid." He said.
Both couples arrived at Roberts's place at the same time. His place was not far from the restaurant on the same island. It was a big house with a wrap-around driveway. The other couple met them at the door and showed them to the living room.
"Please relax, make yourselves comfortable," Sybil said. Then she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. Now nude, she approached Arthur; she knelt in from of him, unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down along with his underwear, and pushed it down onto the couch. She took his dick, standing at attention, and began sucking on it. With her hands she removed his shoes and pants at the same time.
Laura was still standing there, surprised at how quickly that happened. She felt Robert slide up to her against her back. He put his hands on either side of her dress and pulled on it; it ripped in half, and he tossed the ruined dress to the floor. "You're not going to need his tonight." He said, and aggressively kissed her neck and fondled her breasts.
"Pierced, nice," he said as he fondled her.
Arthur noticed that both Sybil's tongue and breasts were pierced, and she knew how to use her tongue. Next, she climbed on top of him and began to ride his dick slowly; she was incredibly tight; she removed his jacket and shirt, and she took her time; Arthur was really starting to enjoy himself.
He looked over to his Wife; Robert had her bent over the side of the couch and was fucking her roughly from behind. He was really pounding on her. She had the look of complete bliss on her face; a moment later, she came hard, "Yes, Yes, fuck me," she said.
"Enjoying my cock, you slut?" he yelled at her.
"Oh yes, pound me," she screamed.
Sybil rode his cock and kissed him deeply. Watching his wife get pounded by Robert really turned him on. He could feel himself Cumming; Sybil continued to ride him until his balls were empty. Once he was finished, she dismounted and began to suck his cum cover dick. He continued to watch his wife get defiled by Robert. Finally, he could see Robert was coming, emptying his balls inside Arthur's wife. It was at this point that he thought about condoms. He was going to suggest them before they exchanged bodily fluids, but things progressed so quickly that it slipped his mind.
Robert pulled Laura up and pulled her along. "Time for a little alone time," he said. "You two can use the other bedroom," he said to Arthur.
After sucking him clean, Sybil escorted Arthur to a bedroom. They quickly climbed into bed and began to make out.
Robert pulled Laura by the hand until they came to a huge bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and pounced on top of her. He then ordered her to suck his dick clean. Afterward, they kissed passionately, and he mounted her again; he was hard again; he had an amazing recovery time, she thought. He pounded into her pussy like he was jackhammering her for about ten minutes, then stopped.
He rolled off of her; she looked at him questioningly. "Hey, I was getting close," she said.
"It's time for something new," Robert said.
"Mount him," He ordered her and pointed his finger.
It was then she noticed another man, not Arthur, entered the room; it was challenging to make him out clearly in the dim light of the room, but she could see he was a big, muscular guy; he already had a hard-on. He lay down next to them; Laura did as she was instructed, climbed on top of the unknown man, inserted his dick inside her, and began to ride him, cowgirl style. It felt wonderful. Robert grabbed something from a nightstand and began rubbing lube on her ass and his dick. Before she could protest, he forced his dick into her asshole.
She yelled in surprise; she felt the pain, and she stopped bounding up and down on the unknown man. She tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. He pulled out of her ass and thrust himself into her deeper, and repeated it. She could feel his balls against her ass; he was all the way inside her.
He waited a minute for her to get used to the big dick inside her, then he began to fuck her, slowly at first, and started picking up pace. She was getting used to the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of her ass; it began to feel good.
SLAP! The man she was on top of slapped her hard across her face, "Break times over Slut!" he said to her cruelly.
"Earn your money," he said.
She was confused by that statement but started to move up and down on his dick; it felt good, really good; she was getting double penetrated for the first time and was loving it. She began to cry in pleasure as she had another orgasm.
Arthur could hear his Wife's cries of pleasure from the other room; she wondered what Robert was doing to her. Sybil seeing him look at the door to the bedroom, pulled him close, fuck me, you stud she ordered.
Laura lost count of the number of times she got fucked, the number of incredible orgasms she had, and the number of men that were involved. At least three times, different men fucked her besides Robert, who was always present. It seems soon as only one guy filled her pussy, ass, or mouth with cum a new guy was taking his place. She could see morning light filtering in through the windows before Robert let her rest.
The next morning
When Arthur woke the following day, he was alone in bed and could smell bacon cooking; he stumbled out of bed. He didn't bother putting anything on; he had no idea where his clothes were anyway. With his nose, he located the kitchen. Sybil, nude, except for a cooking apron, was finishing cooking breakfast. She was alone in the kitchen.
"They still sleeping?" he asked.
"Laura is," Sybil answered, "Robert left on a business trip early this morning." She didn't tell them that he was on his way to meet another couple that was another one of his extra special projects, as he called them; he had two more couples lined up, one for Thursday and another for Friday.
