I apologize to avid readers of Literotica for the length of this submission. Sam and Marcia would not quit playing around. He keeps losing weight, the fun and games get longer. I wanted to break it up into seven sections for your reading ease, but that violates the submission guidelines for the Summer Lovin contest into which I wish to submit it. Easier for me to submit, harder for you to read. It will be classified in Novels/Novellas but for those who have particular tastes and don't want to be offended by such, it will contain bondage/discipline, wife sharing, non-consent/reluctance, oral, anal, group, interracial, lesbian and normal sex. I find it also contains romance and humor, but that's me. Judge for yourself. If you like it, I appreciate the votes. If any of the above topics offends you, don't read it, then vote it down because it contained stuff you don't like. I warned you ahead of time. I believe this will be the last of Sam's and Marcia's adventures for the foreseeable future. I might drop in from time to time to see how they're doing, but not with any regularity. I deeply appreciate the fans of this series for your kind comments.
Good News
Marcia requested leave for the trip, the next day. Most of her time off since Christmas taken as Comp time awarded for working holidays. She used her personal day on her birthday. Running out of Comp hours, this time off required vacation hours. That posed no problem as she had eight weeks of leave built up. Fortunately, tourist season ended in late April, the snow birds departed, and her Department encouraged vacations before everything started up again in October. Her supervisor granted leave once he learned it was for a cruise won at a charity auction for the homeless. We neglected to say it was the homeless in Los Angeles, but it was inconsequential information. The cruise was seven days and nights long and we wanted a day for travel ahead of the trip, and two days after, one for travel and one to decompress.
It sounded funny, thinking we needed a day to decompress after a vacation, but we sailed uncharted waters again. A mutual vacation with Brianna which could set a tone for future family vacations if we had a child together. Sailing, which neither of us experienced before; and two unknown couples on a small ship in close quarters. Not to mention Brianna might still need some canoodling to get pregnant.
The four of us were comfortable with nudity and public sex; I'm sure the crew was too, given the Captain and First Mate, but who knew about the others on board. I didn't care as I expected none of us to know each other. If they shocked easily, I didn't give a damn because they'd be strangers and we'd never see them again. Like Marcia's exhibitionism in Las Vegas or Los Angeles; no one we knew would ever find out. It had no impact on our life.
A couple days after we got home, Brianna sent us links to the LA Times and Variety newspapers, both of which talked about the success of the 'Go Nude for the Homeless' Auction in raising money. Both noted the mysterious model who presented Brianna's jewelry. Brianna said she received inquiries about the model from film producers and model agencies, but informed them all the model wished to remain anonymous. She participated for charity and wasn't looking for a career in either modeling or film.
"I told you, Marcia. You're a sexy slut and the Glitterati all think you're fabulous," I said when we talked that evening. "You could make a career out of it should you want to."
"I can't believe it. This is ridiculous."
"Maybe now you'll listen when I say you're gorgeous and desirable and I'm lucky to have you."
"I'm the one who considers myself lucky."
"Then it's mutual. I must ensure you're satisfied with me or I may lose you to someone else."
"You'll never lose me, Sam; not in a million years. I want to grow old with you."
"What if I become an insufferable prick; mean, cruel, callous, and nasty? Or a bitter old man?" I asked. "Would I lose you then? Or if I got fat again? Would that do it?"
She laughed at me.
"Okay, maybe if you got fat again. I might have to think about it. Do you have any plans to get fat again?"
"Nope. I love the benefits; all the benefits. Could you imagine doing all we did if I was still fat and overweight? I would suffer a heart attack the second day and never met Emily and Bella. Speaking of whom, they provided their contact information to Brianna in case we wanted to reach them. Brianna said Emily hinted she and Bella discussed exploring her submissive tendencies together."
"Do you want to get in touch with them, Sam?"
"Maybe if we went back to LA sometime. It was a magnificent experience and a dream come true, but I don't expect once in a lifetime experiences more than that. I leave it for you to decide if we ever open that door again."
"I thought you would leap at the chance to have sex with them again."
"Have you forgotten the start of this conversation. I'm married to the sexiest woman alive; a well trained sex slave working hard to please her Master."
"My God, Sammy! It's Emily Ratajkowski and Bella Hadid! Emily and Bella, together again! Another fucking orgy! I can't believe your blasé attitude."
"Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt."
She slapped me on the shoulder; okay, more like a punch.
"Emily and Bella. Don't bullshit me."
"I'm not, really. I'm not saying I'd turn down an opportunity if it arises again, say if we go back to LA, but I need not search for it. I have three others on my free pass list, although I'm thinking I should readjust again. Take off all the married or engaged ones. If lightning struck once, it might strike again. You should do the same. There's this Russian model, Anastasiya Scheglova, who could go on my list instead of Jessica Alba, or Rosie Huntington. From what I can tell, she's not married or involved, but it's hard to tell. Most of her information is in Russian."
"Maybe I should contact Bella? She said she might come up with some single guys for me."
"If it's what you want to do, that's fine with me. I'm just saying, I have no pressing need to reengage with Emily or Bella."
"I don't know if I can ever take Tommy off my list, married or not. It wouldn't be a free pass list without him."
"That's who I really need to worry about, isn't it?"
"I gave you fair warning, Sam. Even before we invented a free pass list, I told you I was gone if Tom Selleck ever knocked on my door."
"Yes you did. While we were still dating, as I recall. So how's work been going?"
"Catching up. Some of the women in the locker room commented on my all over tan. Wondered where I went and how I could tan naked. Wondered if I'd been frequenting nudist colonies."
"What did you tell them?"
"The truth. I stayed on a large private estate with lots of privacy from prying eyes."
"I guess it's the truth, if you don't include my prying eyes."
"Since you mentioned getting fat, isn't it about time for your weigh in. You didn't exercise at all in LA and I'm guessing you put on a couple pounds."
"I don't know. My clothes don't feel tighter. But in either case, I'm planning on getting down to 205 before we go on vacation because I want your sexual submission for five days on the cruise."
"Well, Sam, let's see what you have to lose. Get up on the scales now."
I stood there for a second and she told me to get off. She checked the calibration and told me to get back on.
"Fuck," she said. "I don't believe it. You're at 204 right now. How the hell did that happen?"
"I call it the 'Fuck my Way to Weight Loss' diet plan. I think it'll be a best seller. All you need is four or more naked women looking to suck every drop of sperm from your body for five days, boinking like rabbits. Works great doesn't it?"
"No, you've got to be shitting me. You lost weight by fucking?"
"I burned a lot of energy, sweetie. I was dragging at the end of every day. We ate good food. Brianna served lots of fruits and vegetables, lean meats, smaller helpings. Breakfast was the biggest meal of the day and I went all day long. I'm not surprised. Don't worry. I'll make sure you enjoy your five days of slavery."
"I have to sweat my ass off in the gym to look good and you're losing weight by fucking beautiful women. It's unfair."
"Did you gain any weight in LA?" I asked.
