(This is the conclusion of a two part vacation interlude.)
The following day we played around, aimlessly searching the ship for entertainment of any sort. It was like an amusement park on a scale I'd never seen before. Our travels were few and far between so going on this cruise at all was a luxury. And so it was strange that the have nots had so intimately hooked up with the haves. That's a bit harsh since Evan had a really good job and we weren't hurting for money but I felt the disparity when I saw the kind of money our newfound cruise ship friends, Alistair and Alana, threw around.
Alistair was attracted to me immediately in the lounge. What put us on an even playing field was sex.
Our lifestyles meshed perfectly once our mutual desires were on display. Alistair wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to fuck me. His wife and I were both subs. He was also a voyeur and my husband was a voyeur. Six men wanted to fuck me and, to the delight of my husband, he made it happen. We may have been living an ocean apart and an income apart but we were perfectly in sync.
That evening the four of us dined together and quickly retired to their cabin once again where we shared our mates. Since the beds were close together I could watch my husband devour Alana while I spread my legs for Alistair. Up until now Alistair had been gentlemanly, even how he refereed the gangbang, but that night he let loose the beast he had kept at bay.
It wasn't that I didn't like it because I did. It just surprised me the way he choked and slapped me. It was ferocious and he kept asking me if I liked getting fucked like a whore.
Without a word, I could feel that he had finished in my pussy.
After that night we didn't hang with them again before landing in the Bahamas. Evan was mildly insulted but seeing them across the huge dining room with another couple confirmed to me that this was a pattern they liked repeating and there were plenty of other swingers aboard.
We eventually docked at a private Bahamian island for the cruise ship's passengers. From there we went to another island where our hotel was. We might have stayed with our cabin and saved money but Evan researched the hotel and, most important to him, there was a nude beach.
"We can lay back and relax and it will be fun watching the guys salivate over my ultra-arousing naked wife. Okay, okay, I know, one track mind but babe, think of the possibilities."
It wasn't a bad idea but then I might get lost in a sea of tanned beautiful women and I wanted all the attention I could get. Once we got settled in our room we got into our suits and headed for the beach. Once you got past the posted signs you could doff the duds and go commando, no tops, no bottoms. We brought along a bag of casual wear to change into so we wouldn't have to walk back to the hotel and instead could go straight to the restaurant.
There were changing/shower stalls lined up at the top of the beach, a wonderment considering it was a nude beach but helpful for washing off the sand. Other than the plumbing they were basically crude wooden boxes on foot high stilts, open enough at the bottom to tell if someone was in there. The other curiosity was there were no locks just flimsy wooden latches.
Looking around there were a lot of beautiful men and women to gaze at. Everyone was checking out everyone else so it didn't feel odd. Even in their flaccid state I saw several cocks that were fairly impressive and imagined them getting hard in my mouth.
On the other hand, tan or no tan, I had plenty of admirers. As usual I had my husband's play by play as to who was interested in having me. "The guy to your left keeps watching you. He would soooo like to fuck you." When I saw the stud he was talking about I was interested too. Handsome with long wavy blonde hair, well developed abs with a cloth draped over his cock. I made eye contact. Evan was right, he kept looking my way and eventually our eyes locked.
It was one of those times when expressions tell all. Likely he didn't make a move because of Evan's presence.
Neither Evan or I thought it wise to stay out in the sun for very long on the first day so after a sunscreen rub down we lasted about thirty minutes and went to shower off in the stalls. Evan went in the first stall and as I was going in the second one I saw my admirer briefly watch me before going in his own stall. The image of his cock hanging there, now partially erect without the cloth was burned into my retinas. He smiled and closed the door. It was like leaving his business card for me.
Later at the restaurant I told Evan about the stud sighting and he facetiously suggested we name my potential hookup. "In honor of our favorite hobby, how about BeachDogger?"
"Good," I said, "but I'll probably never see him again."
"Oh you'll see him again. He wants you real bad. He's just sizing up the situation."
"How about a nickname for you? How about StudFinder?" I quipped.
"Not bad funny girl. How about one for you? Wait, I got it...how about ConvenienceWhore? You know, open twenty-four hours?"
"Cute, real cute."
Conversation like this really emphasized how little else we were paying attention to in our lives. I suppose our relative youth was a driving force. Our sexual prowess would never get better as we aged so it seems fucking was all we cared about. We could get into gardening later.
"By the way," said Evan, "how was Gabriel the other night?"
"He was great. Why are you asking? You were at the gangbang."
"No, Chrissy, I'm talking about the 3am hookup."
"Ohhhhh. Sorry about that, I thought you were asleep."
"Don't be sorry. I gave you the option of going so there's no guilt. I was just wondering how it went. I sensed you really wanted to go but initially stopped yourself because of me. If we're going to really make this open marriage thing work we have to always be open and honest. If I didn't want you to go see him I would have told you. And you know I love the stories!"
"Right, well he was fantastic and fucked the shit out of me. He was so good I almost tipped him."
Laughing, Evan said, "That's my girl."
***
The next day we hit the beach again to work on our tans. I carried the clothing bag and Evan rented a beach umbrella from the hotel so we wouldn't fry.
Some of the women were stunning and in between scouting for me Evan was enjoying all the hotties surrounding us. "You know, this is pussy paradise," he said, "So why haven't we done this before?"
"You always say we don't have the money or the time."
"If I ever say anything like that again I want you to slap me. Look at these girls! Just for fun, which one do you think I like best?"
"Ahhh, the blonde over there?" I said pointing.
"Nope"
"Hmmmm, the brunette with the big tits?"
"Nope, although..."
"The curvy redhead over there?"
"Nope"
"I give up, which one?"
And he pointed at me.
"Ass kisser"
He started laughing and wrestling with me on the blanket. He stopped suddenly saying, "Well look who's back? Our old friend, BeachDogger."
As soon as I looked, Dogger turned to me and we connected again. Now I could see that it wasn't a casual glance. Making sure he had my complete attention he ran one finger from his lower lip down his body and down his covered cock. When he took the finger away his cloth covered bulge jumped.
I was in a trance and couldn't look away. I fantasized that he filled me up with that snake of his. I wondered how this could play out for real. I didn't even realize that Evan was studying my face. "You really want him don't you, baby?"
"Yes"
"Go up to the shower stall and turn the water on."
"What? I don't need to shower now."
"Do what I tell you," he said in a stern tone I seldom heard.
I got up and walked to a stall and turned the water on. After sitting in the heat it did feel refreshing and I zoned out, just letting the water cascade down my body. I was facing the shower head so I didn't hear him come through the door until he pulled me back to him. I was startled and to quiet any sound I might make he put his hand over my mouth.
I was afraid because I didn't know who it was but the warm body pressed against me was soothing not frenzied. Whoever it was wanted me to have a good time. Evan?
"It's okay, it's your neighbor," and then it all made sense.
Once he felt my body relax he removed his hand from my mouth and in a gentle voice, "Spread your feet apart." I reached back and took hold of his big erection, slowly jerking him. I guided his shaft into my now very wet slit and so began a slow rocking fuck. The soothing mixture of the water massaging my body and his thrusts put me on planet pleasure.
His hands reached up to cover and caress my tits. The water dripping off my erect nipples took the sensuality to another heavenly level. I was married but free to explore my sexuality in all its glory.
I looked back to connect with my newfound partner and over his shoulder was my husband watching through a 3 or 4 inch gap in the partially open stall door.
I closed my eyes. I stopped thinking. I stopped considering. I stopped doing anything but reveling in the sweet feel of having a stranger's cock enjoying me and I him. My wonderful, caring, perverted husband made it happen. It was highly unusual but in a way, about the most loving and selfless thing he could have ever done.
After Dogger had emptied his seed in me I squatted down in front of him and washed his cock off in the spray with my hand. While down there I couldn't resist putting him in my mouth and as I snacked on him it became engorged again.
He became stiffer and stiffer until he turned me towards the shower head once more and penetrated me. His fingers resumed their search of my curves. I came harder than the first time, almost making my knees buckle. He felt me lose control and held me up while he kept fucking me.
I steadied myself on the wooden wall with my hands and joyfully kept taking his pounding. I glanced back and Evan had gone and the door was closed. I looked up at Dogger and he was lost in my pussy, eyes closed and intense. He picked up speed until he let out a deep growl and deposited another fresh load on top of the first one.
I turned to him. He kissed me deeply and left the stall without a word.
I had his cum oozing out of my pussy so I squeezed as much out as possible before leaving the stall. I showered again and came back to our umbrella wearing my bikini bottom for safety sake. There was no masking what we'd just done. The entire beach could see our legs beneath the stall and Evan had a big grin on his face.
"You've just become the fantasy queen of the beach. I was watching their faces and they all want to be next."
"And what about you?"
"Funny thing about that. During your rendezvous I've had more girls flirting with me than ever. I'm not sure about the psychology of all this but I wouldn't turn down any offers."
"Thank you," I said.
"For what?"
"You know what."
Our relationship was going in a very surprising direction but something told me to be calm and let Evan be my guide. I felt I could trust him to fulfill my desires, my fantasies, my urges and without judgment. As long as our mutual needs were being met we would have a happy marriage.
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