This story continues the adventures of Vince and Jerry and their wives, Jenny and Madison. In the previous tale, Vince and Jerry scored playing golf and Jenny and Madison took their success to the next level. Reading that story ("
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We're going on a cruise.
We've never done anything like that before. Jenny and I have been married for over ten years. We've done a lot, more than most couples, including some travel.
Jenny and I own VJ Enterprises, Inc. That's V for Vince and J for Jennifer. Over the years, the company has been very successful, allowing Jenny and I to live comfortable, stress free lives with time to spare while we're still in our middle thirties. We have eight employees, including Jerry our Chief Technical Officer. Recently, we've enjoyed our time with Jerry and his wife, Madison, and we consider them our closest friends.
The suggestion to go on a cruise came from another woman we know. Jerry and I met Marylyn and her friend, Blair, playing golf and the six of us subsequently went to dinner together. Apparently, Marylyn enjoyed our company and thought it would be a good idea to include us on a cruise she and Blair were considering with their husbands.
Marylyn called Jenny on a Sunday evening and suggested the possibility of a cruise to her. Jenny agreed it was a good idea and contacted Madison who agreed enthusiastically.
Initially, I had some reservations. Jenny was quick to notice my less than enthusiastic endorsement. "What's the problem?" she asked. "You've fucked Madison and Blair multiple times. I thought you'd be delighted to spend some more time with them and for twelve days none the less."
"That was before I knew they were married," I said lamely.
"What made you assume they weren't married?" asked Jenny.
"I don't know. Maybe it was the way they approached everything with such abandon," I guessed. "I guess I just didn't think married women would be that uninhibited."
"You had a great time the last time, didn't you?" she asked.
"I did and I think you did too," I said.
"True," admitted Jenny. "I was more uninhibited than I've ever been. I'm married and that didn't seem to bother you. We're a changed couple because of it. We're both happier and more comfortable with sex than at any time in our marriage. I discovered sex for the joy of sex and I'm a better woman for the experience. I have to admit I had a blast and I'm looking forward to the opportunity to party again. I think you had a blast too."
"I did and I agree we're a better couple than before, but that was between friends," I countered. "You know, just Jerry and Madison."
"Don't forget Marylyn and Blair. They were there too," Jenny reminded me.
"I didn't," I said. "It was just the six of us. It seemed to work wonderfully. Everyone was comfortable and easy. Now, suddenly, I find out they're married and their husbands and going on the cruise with us. I guess I'm concerned about the chemistry between all of us with two additional men in the group."
"Hold on a second," cautioned Jenny. "Let me get this straight. You didn't have a problem with four women and two men or that I was fucking Jerry. Now the thought of me fucking two additional men is a problem for you?"
"Now that you put it that way, you may be right. We're talking about two men we've never met. I'm concerned for you. How do we know what kind of men we're talking about? They could be Neanderthals or perverts. I want you to be safe," I explained.
"And jealousy has nothing to do with it?" Jenny asked.
"You think I'm jealous?" I asked.
"What other possibility is there?" asked Jenny. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. I'm not afraid of Neanderthals and perverts might actually add interest. Either way, you'll not be far away if I need help. The only thing I can think of that makes you uneasy is dealing with me fucking two other men besides you and Jerry."
"You might call it jealousy. I think of it as concern for you."
"Well, I really like the idea of fucking more men. It's who I am now and you're going to have get used to it. It also means that you can fuck their wives or girlfriends without a problem from me."
"I get that, I like the result but I do have reservations I need to deal with," I offered.
"I'll find a way to send the little green monster back into his closet before we leave," committed Jenny.
"That would be nice," I said unenthusiastically.
After that, neither Jerry nor I could think of a reason not to go, so the plan was set. Jenny and Madison provided all the necessary details, names, ages, passport numbers and credit cards, and Marylyn made all the arrangements. We were booked on a twelve-day Caribbean Cruise with port stops at several islands, Central America and the Panama Canal in late November.
Jenny declined to tell me how much the cruise had set us back and I decided it wasn't in my best interest to know. However, I did see the expense associated with the wardrobe, and bathing suit, upgrades, with material downgrades, for the cruise. Jenny modeled a couple of the bikini's and, to my credit, I never mentioned those expenses either.
Marylyn was on the phone again in mid-October. Since none of us had ever met her, or Blair's husbands, and their husbands had not met us, she thought it was a good idea get together before the cruise for a get to know your fellow cruisers evening. Jenny had been musing on my concern about Marylyn and Blair's spouses given the obvious potential for partner sharing during the cruise. Madison shared her concerns so the date was set. We were all going to Marylyn and Jacques' place in the middle of November for dinner and games.
The four of us dressed casually and drove together to the pre-cruise party. Jenny counseled us to wear our best underwear. On the way, Jenny cautioned Jerry and me to be extra careful when talking to Marylyn and Blair's husbands. To her knowledge, their husbands knew nothing about Marylyn's and Blair's extracurricular activities and they believed neither Marylyn nor Blair had met either Jerry or I before this evening. "Even a simple statement like, 'Nice to see you again,' might cause someone to imagine things weren't as straight forward as they seemed and cause them to ask uncomfortable questions," counseled Jenny.
Marylyn and Jacque's home was a huge, faux war-damaged, French style estate on about a dozen acres south of the city. Marylyn met us at the door, barefoot and wearing a wrap-around aqua dress. She led us through a huge marble tiled foyer, with dual curved stairways to the second floor and into an even larger great room. The room was furnished in three distinct areas. Nearest to us was a small, conversation area for four people. The center section was dominated by a blue felt, regulation sized Snooker table, six pockets, with the fifteen red balls, six colored balls and a cue ball stacked at one end. A dozen cue sticks hung on a nearby section of wall.
Blair and two men were sitting in the third area, a large conversation pit with a huge, semi-circular sofa large enough for at least a dozen people facing a huge wood burning fireplace. Marylyn introduced Jenny and Madison to her and Blair's husbands, Jacques and Owen, and Blair to me and Jerry. Jacques and Owen shook hands with Jenny and Madison and shared air cheek kisses with them. Jerry and I did the same with Blair. Blair had an over large martini glass with a pale pink liquid and lime in it on a table in front her. Another similar glass was next to it. The men picked up their old-fashioned glasses with an amber liquid and single ice cubes as they sat down.
"Make yourselves comfortable," suggested Marylyn to Jenny and Madison, "while I get you some of what we're having." She headed out of the room, I supposed to the kitchen.
Jacques put his glass down and stood up again. He asked Jerry and me what he could get for us. I looked at Jerry, Jacques and his glass. "I'll have whatever you're having," I responded. Jerry agreed and Jacques headed for a fully stocked bar in the corner of the room. Jacques returned with two old fashioned glasses with two fingers of a copper gold colored liquid and a single ice cube. I sipped the liquor as I sat down.
"Wow, this is really good," I said. "May I inquire what it is, Jacques?"
"It's a Highland single malt scotch. Dalmore King Alex III to be exact and it better be good. It's almost $250 dollars a bottle," Jacques answered. "And Jacq is fine. We're all friends here," he added.
I looked suitably impressed and took a smaller sip of the scotch.
Marylyn returned with two more of the light pink drinks for Jenny and Madison. It turned out that they were Pomegranate Cosmopolitans. She sat on the sofa and picked up her glass.