That Saturday night after we'd gone shopping, she had indeed let her guard down... uncaged the animal... become a completely sexual being who took her greatest pleasure in allowing herself to be used and commanded for the sexual pleasure of another: me. I had never seen my wife that way before. I had never seen her act in such an energetically eager fashion. I had never experienced her being so sexually hungry; "ravenous" would be a good word. We had loved and pleasured and used each other until the wee hours of Sunday morning and then fallen asleep cuddled up together -- although we woke up when we sleepily moved apart because all of our sticky parts had dried, and we were literally stuck together. Together... Together was what mattered, and we giggled at our plight until we managed to move apart, wipe off some of our parts and then cuddle some more.
The days that followed were full of exploratory and teasing conversations. While the idea of Dana letting go to sex with another man still turned me on, I have to confess to some hesitation about asking her to or approving of her becoming 'that girl' with another man, any other man. I was sure I could handle it if she wanted to jump Jonathan's bones during the evening of the cruise. I could handle the images in my mind of her with him, both of them on equal ground as sexual partners. I could handle the idea of them doing everything considered 'normal' sex in conventional terms. In fact, those images in my mind excited me quite a bit. I didn't know why or if it meant something was wrong with me, but imagining Dana with Jonathan, naked and writhing in sexual ecstasy made me rock hard and brought my precum flowing. I enjoyed those thoughts... as Dana did too, I'm sure.
But the idea of her so completely submitting herself to him -- as she had to me that Saturday evening -- and being so utterly eager to please, be used, be controlled, be... just BE as a sexual animal... I wasn't so sure I liked those images. I wasn't so sure I could handle her embracing that part of her personality with someone else. My own doubts filled my mind, and I shared them with her -- as part of our honesty agreement. Dana was every bit the loving wife I expected her to be. "If you don't want me to let 'that girl' out with him, then I won't," she said frankly. "I am quite capable of keeping her locked away and can be a friendly, flirty escort for him for that evening."
Once again, I sensed a "but" tagged on the end of that and prompted her accordingly. "But?" I asked.
"But," she replied, "I really don't want to. We've talked so much and been so honest... I WANT Jonathan to bid on me. I WANT Jonathan to win me. I WANT your blessing, if you're comfortable giving it, to go and be 'that girl' with him." She paused to take a deep breath. "I won't play without your direct permission beforehand and I don't want to do anything that hurts you or our marriage... but if I have your permission... Ummm... it would be a lot of fun." I told her I understood and loved her for her honesty.
The morning of the cruise finally rolled around. It seemed to take forever to arrive, but I think that's because we were both full of both eagerness and apprehension. We had set our alarms to get us up at six and by seven we were double checking our bags for the day. We were dressed comfortably for the drive and for what we expected to occur through that morning and afternoon. We had our plans to take advantage of what the cruise ship was offering for entertainment. What we had in our bags included my bathing suit, a few sundry items and our clothing for the evening activities. My tux was freshly tailored, pressed and sharp. Dana's gown was carefully placed in the garment back with my tux, while her shoes and underthings went into the small bag we shared. By seven-thirty we were on the road with the intention of getting some coffee along the way. We anticipated being early but we both hated being late to arrive anywhere and, in truth, our anticipation of the evening's potential had us both buzzing with desire.
When we arrived at the dock for the cruise ship, we found plenty of parking and actually found a spot in the first row nearest the check in tent. We grabbed our small bags and the garment bag and headed over. There was no line under the tent cover as the check-in team consisted of about ten people, with a supervisor pacing behind them. We were asked for our identification to confirm our invitation and that we'd RSVP'd. Once that was confirmed I was asked for our payment, which was processed quickly, and then we were handed two waivers - one for each of us. I read much faster than Dana does so she just glanced at hers as I read through mine. Essentially the waiver was a basic liability coverage document that disallowed attendees from suing the ship owner and the host organization (its owner and any of its employees) for any mishap short of criminal conduct while we were on board. I said as much to Dana and we both signed. The young lady checking us in, with a huge smile on her face the whole time, gave us a voucher for the payment, along with a cabin assignment and two keys and told us to have "a fantastic time!"
That was apparently the key phrase as a purser, upon hearing it, came over quickly to take Dana's bag from her and the garment bag from me. Carrying those, he led us on board and to our cabin. He showed us the amenities of the cabin, reiterated the other services available shipboard and gave me directions to the casino's cashier where I could turn in the voucher in exchange for my chips. He also reminded me that additional chips were available at the cashier's cage and told us both he hoped we'd have a good time. I tipped him fairly generously and he made his way out. The cabin wasn't spacious per se, but it was far from cramped. The bed was a king size bed, the closet and drawers were plentiful, and the head was luxurious. The shower was easily big enough for both of us, with room to spare, and the vanity was a double sink, properly appointed as if it was in a high-end hotel.
We each stored the minimal belongings we had in our bags, and I took our evening apparel out of the garment bag to inspect it and hang it up. The nervous tension was palpable and filled us both with a mix of eagerness and energy. The temptation to attack my wife was strong, but I knew we'd both enjoy our evening later if I held off. I had plans for her later, but we had already planned out how we'd spend most of the day and had dressed accordingly. Dana was going to spend the morning getting a manicure and a pedicure and (possibly) a massage. I was going to spend the morning split between the pool, the sauna and the casino. We planned to meet for lunch and then relax or otherwise pass the time through the afternoon. We targeted four pm as the time to be back in the cabin, at the latest, so we could freshen up and dress for the evening. The auction in the dining/show hall started promptly at five pm so that it could be completed by the time cocktails were slated to start at six-thirty.
We headed down to the end of our hallway - properly called a passageway I suppose - to the elevator. With a hug and a kiss, I said goodbye to my wife when she got out to go to the spa. I was headed for the pool deck with plans of swimming before hitting the sauna and then changing for some time in the casino before lunch - which started at noon. As the elevator doors closed, my last sight of Dana was watching her sexy ass sashay away, going to get herself pampered a bit.
