(This is a two part vacation interlude. Concluded in part 05 to come)
Janey and I were regulars at the dogging park, accompanied by our husbands or each other or Randy on occasion. It was amazing how quickly we morphed from housewives to banging cum sluts but I got my training wheels in college and even though I loved it I buried it.
Now, not only was I out and available but my husband thought it was the greatest treat ever. If possible his never ending suggestion that I fuck whatever moves had, for his viewing pleasure, picked up intensity.
All he ever seemed to want to do in public is point out potential candidates to dominate me. I give him credit for his, excuse the pun, doggedness because he saw things I was oblivious to. I couldn't help but think he would have made a great pimp.
By and large, I avoided these suggestions of his as potentially embarrassing but more and more my inner-slut wanted to act on it. For him to offer me up to a stranger began to be reasonable in my mind. We were already doing it at the park anyway but he wanted it acted out in unexpected and riskier places. The grocery, the mall, a restaurant, the laundromat and on and on.
His constant obsession had him regularly escorting me to Randy's auto shop retreat for a 'tuneup'. Randy couldn't be happier, telling me all the time what a great guy Evan was. I knew it was sarcasm but I didn't care. I was getting a regular dose of what I wanted...Randy's cock.
Evan and I had a shot at a two week vacation and we took it. His job offered him an extra week in the summer if he worked through the Christmas holidays and we decided it would be more fun to have the extra time to burrow deeper into the culture, the sun and the surf, in this case the Bahamas.
Evan was so excited about getting out of his routine and having an entirely different experience. Jokingly he said, "I'll bet the park is going to miss us." To which I countered, "You mean, will miss me." He laughed but we both knew the truth. I was what drew the doggers to the park.
We considered flying but thought we might be able to get in more trouble if we took a cruise ship so we booked the dates and I went shopping for the skimpiest and sexiest bikinis I could find, what Evan called 'three postage stamps and a piece of string'.
Evan made it clear that this vacation would be different and more exciting sharing me with other men. "I've read that cruise ships are a breeding ground for men trolling for hot women. Married or otherwise."
I admit I didn't totally understand wife sharing and what Evan got out of it but I guess trying to comprehend another person's kink is a hopeless task. What made me want to be dominated? I let it go to the unknowable and felt fortunate our two parts of the puzzle complimented each other.
I promised Janey regular updates while we were gone. We'd grown closer by the day since we'd started dogging. We were on the same page of our sexuality and looked out for one another. "What am I going to do for two weeks without you? Masturbate?"
"Yes!!! And if you have the urge I'm sure Dave would be more than happy to take you to the park. Or Randy's just a text away. He likes you."
***
We boarded the ship on a Thursday and I was somewhat in awe of the immensity of the thing and the staggering number of people. Our cabin was small but nicely furnished. Evan and I tossed our bags and wandered the multiple decks.
Inevitably we stopped in at one of the lounges and did what any good passenger would do...order drinks. It was noon but time, as we found out, tends to become nonexistent. There's nowhere you need to be, nothing to be responsible for. As Evan's one track mind summed it up, this was a floating dogging park.
I was wearing what I considered cruise attire. Yellow bikini top, white tennis skirt and deck shoes. There were plenty of beautiful women, mostly couples, some families, but plenty of men, accompanied or otherwise. Sitting in the lounge relaxing with our libations Evan went right into scouting mode.
"Evan, geez can you give it a rest, we just got here?" I said trying to turn off his running commentary but to little avail.
"Chrissy, Chrissy, that guy by the end of the bar has had his sights on you since we sat down. Oh he's interested, definitely interested."
"Evan, not every guy that looks at a woman wants to fuck her."
That's where you're wrong, Chrissy, so wrong. I know my kind and their thoughts are ruled by their dicks whenever women are around. This is a fact, especially when the scenery is full of pretty girls like this place. Believe me, things are being thunk."
It wasn't that I disagreed with him but he made it seem like that was all men were equipped to do. And then our server brought over a drink for me, "from the guy at the end of the bar just because you're beautiful."
Evan leaned back in his chair with that smug 'I told you so' look on his face.
"Aren't you offended that he didn't send you a drink too?"
"No, why would I be offended? He was complimenting you not me. What am I gonna do, go over and kick his ass for admiring you and wishing you would fuck him in his cabin? He's done nothing to offend me except point out what good taste in women I have."
"You know I've had men buy me drinks before but never when my husband is right next to me. What am I supposed to do now?"
"Well you can nod, smile and do no more or you can go over and thank him personally. He's a fairly good looking guy, it's up to you."
"Aren't you supposed to be telling me what to do?"
"Not at the moment. It's more fun this way."
The tingling sensation between my legs made up my mind for me but as I walked over to him I thought how surreal was our first hour and a half on this ship.
With my hand out, "Hi, I'm Chrissy. Thanks for the drink and the compliment."
Taking my hand, "You're welcome, I'm Alistair," he said with a British accent. Looking around me he toasted Evan, "Your boyfriend?"
"Husband"
"Confident kind of fellow?"
"Ya, kinda. Let's just say he likes it when other men take an interest in me."
"Ahhhhhh, well there are others like him," he said, apparently knowing what I was referring to. "Say, would you and your husband like to have dinner with my wife and I tonight?"
This threw me seriously off kilter. I thought he was single or at least operating behind his wife's back but, no, she was on the cruise while he was trying to pick up other women? I stammered through a tentative 'yes'. "But let me ask my husband."
I went back to Evan and reiterated Alistair's offer. After being surprised he said, "Why not? There's something going on with this guy that we might want to know about. If I'm wrong and he's just a swell guy who occasionally picks up married women for sport, then at least we had dinner."
I went back to Alistair and we made plans for a seven o'clock meal. Turning to go, he took my hand once again. "Thank you, Chrissy, for making life a lot more pleasurable to look at." When he released my hand he brushed against my thigh.
He was incredibly charming and I blushed and went back to Evan. "I think you're right, there's something about that guy."
***
After spending the afternoon wandering through the ship we took a quick nap and dressed for dinner. We checked out the restaurant and, as we suspected, it was large like the other eateries on board but more intimate, upscale and mostly formal. Suits, ties and dresses. We brought mostly beachwear but also a couple of formal changes and sure enough that paid off.
I felt like I had to impress my new admirer so I wore a white draped gown, cut low as a feature presentation of my rack. But what was the show stopper were the sheer layers that gave the illusion that you were seeing through to my shapely rear...or was it an illusion?
"Babe! Oh my lord! You look good enough to get picked up in a bar by an Englishman." He laughed at his own joke but the bulge in his suit trousers told me I was on the right track. "Fuck, you look hot, Chrissy," he gushed before going out the door.
As soon as I saw Alistair's wife I understood his interest in me. He had a body type. Shapely, leggy, black hair off her shoulders, deep brown eyes and beautiful dark skin.
She rose to greet me in a cute little black dress with a belt, "Hi, I'm Alana. Alistair has told me all about you and his rude behavior in the bar. Although, I'll say, he definitely has good taste."
"Not rude at all," I answered, "I'm always flattered when a man looks at me."
"And what do you think of that, Evan?" she asked him. "Are you good with the looks?"
Keep in mind that other than the brief introductions Alistair had barely said a word.
"To be perfectly honest," said Evan, "I love it. I'm sure you get your share of attention. You're gorgeous."
Interjected, Alistair, "If there are no objections I'd like to offer to cover everyone's particular personal poison starting with an excellent wine for the table."
No one objected and the drink was flowing, leaving us to talk more freely than might be expected from new acquaintances. The dinner was excellent and we talked about our lives and backgrounds. Leave it to my sometimes brash husband to ask the obvious questions....
"Alistair, just out of curiosity, what made you think all would go well with buying my wife a drink. You know, most men might have challenged you on that one."
"But you didn't," Alistair said confidently.
"But I might have."
"I've gotten quite skilled at reading body language and from the moment you entered the bar with this beauty you spent time checking out other men's reactions to her. You were clearly not threatened but prideful, almost excited."
"Wow...and minutes before you sent that drink over I told Chrissy you were checking her out."
"Well then, it seems we have complimentary skills," said a clearly amused Alistair.
"But how did you know you could have Chrissy?"
I blushed again.
"She showed me by the way she spoke and held my hand. The mere act of coming over to thank me said volumes."
"You'll pardon my husband," interjected Alana, "he thinks he's a detective."
"So," Evan continued, "you're swingers and want to swap wives?"
