Chapter 3
After entering Alicia and Amy's cabin, Amy opened the bottle of Bushmills and poured each a generous portion. Jim breathed in its rich aroma before taking a sip. The women didn't bother with the aroma and quickly downed it. They were screwing up their courage.
Sufficiently fortified, Alicia said, "We like you very much and we're dying to have you fuck us. Will you do it?"
Jim smiled. What could he say other than, "Of course. I'd love to."
Both moved to sit beside him and began to remove his clothing. While Amy worked on his shirt, Alicia went for his trousers. She wanted to see, hold and sink his penis deep in her throat. She loved giving head and had developed the ability to deep throat even large erections without gagging. Still fully clothed, she kneeled between his legs and went to work.
Amy worked on top. She unbuttoned his shirt and began to suck his nipples. No one had ever done that to him. It took him a while to realized he was feeling like it must feel to women when they are nursed. She rolled his nipple with her tongue and gently scratched his back with her fingernails. Oh my god, that felt amazing. Is there anything better than having your erection deep in a woman's throat, your nipple being sucked, and back being scratched at the same time? His erection was growing bigger and more urgent by the moment.
His ejaculation came so quick it surprised him and Alicia. She took it all down her throat, never even tasting it. That was her first time to deep throat a cock when it erupted. The spasms inside her throat felt weird but strangely erotic. She could feel her pussy spasm and her wet panties inside her trousers.
Amy's pussy had been wet since entering the cabin. She'd not had sex in a while and the anticipation was arousing her. She stood and removed her slacks and panties, not even taking the time to lay them neatly aside. She wanted something in her vagina, now. Since he'd just shot a load, she'd have to settle for his tongue and fingers for the moment.
She roughly pushed him backward onto the bed and mounted his face. As Jim's tongue entered Amy's cunt, Alicia worked to get his cock back into action. She realized it might need to rest a few minutes. Still, she enjoyed the feel of warm rubbery penis meat in her mouth. He tasted good to this woman who'd been without sex too long.
Amy's vaginal juice was flowing. She repeatedly rubbed it over his nose and mouth. God, that felt good to her. She suddenly jumped when Jim's tongue attacked her butthole. No one had ever licked her anus. She could only worry about whether she'd washed carefully that morning. After four or five firm licks, she relaxed. Surly he would have stopped if she was dirty down there. She tried to reset her mind to enjoy his attention but that had scared her so much, she needed a break. Amy dismounted and walked to the bathroom while Alicia continued her work.
When she returned to the action, Amy saw Alicia naked on her stomach on the bed with two pillows holding her ass in the air. Jim's nose was buried in her crack and the loud moaning and mild cursing left no doubt. His tongue was in her rectum and doing a hell of a job. Alicia started jerking and trembling and trying to breathe normally. It was no use. It hit her starting with a tingling sensation in her clit before rushing to her nipples. Her throat turned dark pink. She pounded the bed beside her and cussed at anything she could think of.
Amy stared with wide eyes and bated breath. She'd seen women climax before but those were mild compared to this one Alicia had. She sat on the bed, reached under and cupped Alicia's breast to squeeze her nipple. She was so distracted by Jim's tongue, she had no idea who was massaging her breast. But it felt great.
After her climax eased, Jim rolled over onto the bed next to Alicia who was still face down. As Amy watched, he took some of his slick pre-cum and used it to insert a finger deep in Alicia's rectum. She first squirmed and recoiled but then realized it was only a finger. She'd never had a cock in her ass and wasn't going to have one now. Fingers were okay.
As he finger-fucked her asshole, Amy moved in for a passionate kiss and to stroke his cock. With that erotic scene of his finger rhythmically fucking a beautiful asshole and a warm hand stroking his penis, his erection came back to full attention. Amy moved into position and mounted him cowgirl style. Jim could feel her tight vagina and was surprised. All the others that week had been nowhere near that tight. Amy also felt the tightness but gritted her teeth and kept riding. She'd not had a man in her for at least a couple of months. Now she had one, it was hers and nothing was going to take it from her. Or so she thought.
There was a knock on the door and a woman's voice called out, "Housekeeping." The women quickly hid out of sight, or tried to, as Jim bolted for the door to prevent entry. It was too late. A young woman opened the door, saw a naked man with an erection running toward her, and a naked woman still on the bed. She immediately said, "Excuse me," and quickly closed the door.
Jim stood there trying to decide what to do. This was a massive embarrassment. Why didn't someone put the "Do Not Disturb" sign out? It wasn't even his cabin. What would this attendant say to her management. Is it possible she'll just ignore it and not report it? It was a private room that allowed private sex to happen between consenting adults. Surely this wasn't the first time she or other room attendants had interrupted private moments like this.
Alicia said, "At least she didn't try to make it a foursome."
Amy responded, "She was a cute girl. I feel lucky she didn't take Jim to her cabin."
Alicia replied, "What amazed me, he jumped up and ran several yards with his cock sticking straight ahead. If he'd made it to the door, he would have poked a hole straight through it." Everyone laughed, including Jim, but he really wanted to crawl in a hole and pull the dirt over his head. This was not funny. They decided the only thing to do is wait to see what happens.
All agreed that they needed to suspend their activities until another day and that he should return to his cabin.
Jim lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. This was not the cruise he expected. The only time he'd thought about his future was those few minutes with Hillary in the lounge. He wanted to spend more time with her, not for sex, but for his sanity. The five women he'd bedded in just three days were fun, but he needed rest and a day of doing nothing. The next day was a sea day, and the casino would be open again. Maybe he could find a slot out of the way and feed it lots of money. At least the machine wouldn't want sex from him.
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Hillary met Jim at the entrance of the Tuscan Grille. They could already smell the fragrance of grilled steaks as they stood at the reception podium. This was a "specialty restaurant" that was so good that the ship could charge an extra $60 per person to dine there. Because of Jim's status as an elite plus captain's club member, his cost would be only $40 per person. That was a minor benefit of having taken so many cruises on Celebrity ships.
As they walked to their table, Jim noticed Peggy dinning with a gentleman. She smiled at him, and he returned it. Their night together had left great memories. From the look on the man's face, she might be in for another set of great memories.
Seated with menus in hand, Hillary said, "I had a very nice filet on the Infinity. They grilled it perfectly."
Jim asked, "You like it medium or rare?"
"I'm in between. How about you?"
"I'm the same. A little red doesn't bother me but I prefer it to be a dark pink."
They both ordered filets, medium rare, with roasted baby carrots, baked potatoes and green peas with pearl onions. Jim chose a 2005 Leoville Las Cases, a dark and bold Bordeaux just reaching its prime drinking age. Hillary was delighted and said so. She asked if Jim often drank wine.
"Yes, my wife and I became winos not long after we were married. She worked for a major international company and was transferred to Geneva. I was selling real estate in Atlanta, so it was relatively easy for us to relocate. We were there almost five years. Our daughter Lisa was born there. We had some very nice Swiss neighbors, and he owned a large wine shop in town. He introduced us to fine European wines and we learned to love them."
"My ex-husband was also a wino when we married. He'd lived near Sonoma Valley when a child and was raised to appreciate great wine. I learned from him. The judge awarded me his collection which pissed him no end. I was not going to give him his pride and joy. I also got the house and several million dollars. I left him his clothes, one car and a vacation home in Mexico. I didn't like that place anyway. I'll always remember the look on his face when the judge gave me his wine. He could have killed me and he's lucky I didn't kill him when I found out about that young attorney he was banging."
"How did you find out?"
"I suspected something was afoot when he began working later and came home exhausted. We used to have sex several times a week, but he was no longer so interested. I hired a PI to see what was up. She followed him for a few weeks and found he was seeing two different women, both working for his firm. She has photos and details on when and where and for how long he was with each woman.
"When I filed for divorce and the women's names appeared in the documents, his firm fired him. The two women accused him of sexual harassment just so they could keep their jobs. They didn't even know about each other sleeping with the rat. What money I didn't get, the bimbos got through civil lawsuits. I hope the asshole is living on the streets somewhere."
"I know you live in Denver. Amanda and I went skiing out there several times."
"Actually, I sold the house in the city last year and bought a place in Vail. It was originally built for rental during the ski season, but I converted it for my own use. It's right on one of the trails so it's possible to ski in and then down to the lifts the next day. I love the place."
Jim replied, "I'd love to see it sometime."