Public Sex On A Cruise

Leaning against the railing, warm wind gusted from across the ocean, spreading goosebumps across my bare shoulders. Below, white waves broke against the star-board of the ship. Not even a hundred yards away, the water was consumed by an epic darkness, and the longer I stared at the horizon, the dizzier I became.

I'm getting too old for three glasses of win

e, I hypocritically thought, sipping on my fourth.

Despite the expanse of stars, the void surrounding the ship made it seem like we were traveling forever, stuck in an endless trip with bottomless booze and all-you-can-eat buffets. Only the moon was a reminder that we weren't lost in a Twilight Zone episode.

A week had passed since leaving from New York to travel up the coast of Maine, eventually reaching the St. Lawrence River that flowed into Quebec. After a jaunt through Canada's largest province, we were now returning, only a couple more nights at sea before waving hello again to Lady Liberty and taking a flight back to Chicago. It had been a trip of adults-only revelry that was coming to a close, but not yet over. There was still plenty of time to make even more memories.

Laughter broke my reminiscing. On the deck above, the other passengers were drinking, dancing, and swimming. I looked up and three men were carrying drinks, laughing and stumbling, walking down the length of the ship before disappearing around a bend. It wasn't even midnight so the fun would keep going for at least a couple more hours.

Another gust of wind came through, tossing my chin-length brown hair and rustling my black strapless dress. I took another sip of wine, the warmth hitting low in my belly, spreading out. My buzz made everything softer, the ship's lights more golden. Standing barefoot, the deck's wood was a delightful chill that contrasted the warmth of the air, thick with the end of summer that wrapped around me like silk.

In my haze, last night suddenly sprang to mind, Nicholas guiding me to our room's terrace and taking me, my breasts exposed to the ocean and breeze, bouncing as my husband took what was his...

One more gust, slightly sharper than the last, brought me back to the present. It lifted the hem of my dress and traveled in between my thighs like gentle hands. Blood flushed my cheeks and my breath became more ragged. Tingling swept across my skin from a slowly growing desire deep inside my core, flowing from my own defiling thoughts. The alcohol hummed through my veins, lowering my defenses. Everything felt sharper and sweeter, and the wind and wine blurred the edges of my consciousness.

Before my mind could catch up to my body, my pierced nipples tightened against the thin fabric of my dress, thighs brushing together instinctively. There was no one watching and before I knew what I was doing, my hand was in between my legs. Tilting my head toward the sky, I gently pushed against the fabric of my panties, the pressure on my clit sending soft waves of pleasurable heat through my limbs.

My hips subtly shifted and heels came off the ground as fingers pushed harder. I became intoxicated not just by the drink, but by the freedom of the moment. The heat and pulse of desire rose slowly and steadily like the breeze that stirred around me.

"Babe!"

The familiar voice startled me out of my debauchery. Nicholas was jogging over, smiling, with a drink in one hand that was perilously close to spilling over the rim yet somehow never did. Before my body could come down, Nicholas deeply kissed me, only fanning the flames of my growing need. A small whimper escaped, but he didn't seem to notice. Nicholas was just as tipsy as me, and he pulled away too quickly.

"Sorry that took so long. The pool bar was swamped," he said, leaning over the railing next to me.

"It's, uh, no problem," I murmur, trying to regain my composure.

"Are you alright?" Nicholas asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"Yes, I was...I was just thinking about last night," I say, turning towards him.

He smirks, moving behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You mean, how I took you onto our room's terrace, completely naked, spread your legs, and fucked you?" he whispered in my ear, softly kissing my neck. His free hand started to trace the curves of my thighs.

I giggled. "Down, boy," I whispered, doing nothing to take his hand away.

He cupped the inside of my thigh, steady and deliberate, as if reacquainting himself with a favorite place. Moving slowly, like he had all the time in the world, his hand traced the lines of my body with a touch that was both possessive and reverent. His palm slid up along my side, catching the edge of my breast, his thumb grazing the soft underside before circling back with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch.

The warmth of his body against mine ignited something deeper, a low thrum of need that tightened in my stomach and pulsed between my thighs.

"You look so gorgeous," he whispered before setting his drink down on the deck.

His lips were now pressed against the crook of my neck, tongue digging in. His other hand followed, drifting over my stomach, pressing me closer, molding me to him. Every movement was purposeful, every stroke a quiet promise, heightening my awareness until even the air between us seemed electric.

I want him. I want him so fucking bad, it hurts.

I spun around and, without a word, our mouths collided, desperate and hungry. His lips claimed mind with a groan, tongues meeting in a rhythm that matched the pounding need in my core. My hands threaded along his shirt, pulling him closer, anchoring myself to the railing behind me. One of his hands slipped beneath my dress, rougher now, hungrily grabbing my ass as he pulled me tighter against him. The sudden contact made me gasp into his mouth, hips involuntarily grinding against his knee, chasing the friction that sent sparks shooting through me.

His fingers once again found the crease of my thigh, teasing higher under my dress, grazing heat and slickness that made my knees weaken. I clutched his shoulders, breathing ragged, my body trembling with every touch. Somewhere above us, laughter echoed faintly, possibly too close, but neither of us moved. If anything, the thrill of being watched only made the moment sharper, more illicit. My skin prickled with sensation, every nerve alight, as his fingers continued to explore with deliberate care, drawing out soft moans I couldn't quite stifle. The waves roared behind me and the wind teased, overwhelming my sensations.

Finally, I had had enough. I needed so much more and I didn't care where or how I got it. WIth all the confidence in the world, I pushed Nicholas away, grabbed his hand, and led him to a deck chair that was under the walkway of the level above us. Every few seconds, a new person walked by over our heads.

"Lay down," I commanded.

He smiled. "Yes, maam," he whispered.

While Nicholas did as he was told, I grabbed a pool towel from a stand next to the chair, placed it on the ground, dropped to my knees, and reached for his pants. I looked up and other passengers were right above, but I didn't care. I bit my lip, smiling, the alcohol and desire giving me the courage to push forward.

Slowly unbuttoning, his cock sprang forward, already hard and thick, the weight in my hand a delicious feeling that only made my need for him grow. Slowly, I stroked his full length, unhurried in teasing him. Nicholas' hips pushed up, his body practically begging to be given everything it wanted.

The site of him made the existential ache pulse even harder in between my legs. My hand stroked faster, appreciating his long length and the width that had stretched so well so many times before.

"Do you like it when your wife is a good girl for you?" I whispered, before slowly sliding my mouth down his shaft, inch by inch. No matter what, my mouth always made Nicholas come undone. He spread his legs, already shaking and barely keeping himself together. His scent was intoxicating and the warm breeze and taste of precum on my tongue made my mind hazy with arousal.

His hands roamed through my hair, before guiding my mouth up and down, coating his full shaft with saliva as it glistened and I moved with experienced rhythm. With every pass and stroke of my hand, my tongue swirled the head of his cock, sending shivers down his legs. I came up, gasping for air, stroking him harder before diving back in and deepthroating my husband, feeling his length throb against the back of my throat and his hips gyrate upwards, wishing he could go even deeper.

While the chance of being caught was low on the lower deck, there was a steady flow of people walking above us and at any time they could look down and see me on my knees, jerking off my husband. Yet the thought made me moan. I reached behind me to finally give my clit attention, feeling just how wet I truly was.

I glanced at Nicholas. His mouth was wide open with ecstasy as my mouth bobbed up and down his length, his cock spreading me wide open. The sight of him in such a delirious state, knowing I did that, made me moan again, filthy vibrations that had him grab my head with renewed vigor and take control, fucking my mouth with a delirious intensity. It felt incredible touching myself while my husband used my mouth as he pleased.

Yet it wasn't enough. My pussy was throbbing for attention, and a desperate desire to be stretched and filled pulsated from my core. Forcing my head up, I crawled over him, grabbed his head, locked eyes, and commanded:

"Fuck me."

Only a brief moment of silence passed between us before Nicholas threw me around, pulled my panties to the side, and penetrated, fast and deep. I only had a second to scream with satisfaction before he covered my mouth to muffle the sound, his rough palm pressing firm against my lips. The deck chair beneath us creaked, its metal frame protesting under our fevered movements, while the murmur of voices from the deck above sent a thrill of danger through my veins. Passengers wandered just feet above, their footsteps clattering on the planks, oblivious to the raw, carnal act unfolding below.

Nicholas's cock was a thick, throbbing heat that spread me open with every thrust. Its rigid length pulsed inside me, the veins and ridges molding my slick, sensitive walls, stretching my center to its limits with an intense ache that made my head spin. The initial plunge had me gasping, my core clenching around his girth, struggling to take him all as my arousal drenched him, slick and hot, easing the way. Each thrust reshaped me, his blunt tip slamming deep, kissing the very extent of my insides with a sharp, aching pleasure that made my thighs tremble. When he pulled back, my pussy gripped him, greedy and desperate, asking it to please come back, only for him to grant my request, driving back in and filling me so completely I felt him everywhere, every inch of my body alive with the stretch of him.

My dress was bunched around my waist, the ocean breeze teasing my bare skin. Nicholas pulled the top down, exposing my breasts, now bouncing in sync to his strokes. I was practically naked on the deck chair, my panties, twisted to the side, grazing my swollen clit, the damp fabric adding a torturous friction that sent sparks through me. I rocked my hips, chasing more, my reckless body craving the fullness, the way his cock owned every inch of me. His hands clamped onto my thighs, fingers squeezing my flesh, holding me wide open as his nails dug in, marking me with his need.

"Quiet, baby," he said, his voice low and thick with lust. Being spread so wide for him, so exposed, drew a fresh flood of wetness that coated him. I pulled Nicholas back down, moaning into his shoulder to smother the frantic sound, my body shaking with the effort to stay silent. The deck chair groaned, its rhythm syncing with the wet, filthy slap of his body into mine, a sound that felt deafening in the tense quiet between the footsteps above.

A shadow flickered through the deck planks as someone lingered overhead. My heart raced, but the danger made me bolder, my pussy clamping down on Nicholas's cock, milking him with every stroke. I wanted everyone to know how much I loved being fucked by my husband.

Nicholas cursed under his breath, feeling my tightness, and slowed his thrusts, dragging his cock out torturously, letting me feel every thick, pulsing inch before slamming back in, so deep I swore I saw stars. "Fuck, you're so tight," he whispered, lips brushing my ear, his voice raw with hunger. "You love this, don't you? Getting fucked where someone could see."

My hand slid to my clit, slicking my fingers with my wetness as I pinched and rubbed the throbbing center with merciless precision.

"Fuck yes," I gasped. "I want everyone to hear how well my little pussy takes you."

With a heavy grunt of approval, his tongue and mouth were now sucking my nipples, alternating back and forth, flicking my piercings that sent new pulses of pleasure through my chest. The added pressure made my pussy flutter, the stretch of his cock intensifying as my body coiled tight. My nails tore at his back, clawing through his sweat-soaked shirt, urging him harder and faster. Footsteps faded above, but the risk lingered, sharpening every sensation: the intoxicating stretch of my pussy, the slick drag of his shaft, the pulse of my clit under my fingers.

Nicholas released my nipples, fisting my hair to yank my head back, exposing my throat. His lips attacked, sucking hard, leaving a stinging mark that throbbed with my racing pulse. My breath was coming out harsh and ragged now. I was almost to the end, ready to finally find release.

"Come on this cock," he demanded, his voice breaking with need as my fingers worked my clit as his thrusts fucked me with abandon, his shaft swelling, stretching my pussy even more. The pressure was now at an unbearable point, a molten, insufferable heat coiling in my core, amplified by the tipsy haze that made every touch feel like fire.

"Fuck, I'm coming! Baby, I'm...I'm..." I moaned, cutting myself off as my voice escaped me.

My orgasm hit like a wave cresting over the bow of the ship, a blinding, shattering explosion that ripped through me. My pussy convulsed violently around his cock, gripping him so tightly I felt every ridge, every pulse of his shaft as my walls spasmed uncontrollably. Hot, electric waves radiated from my core, surging through my clit, my thighs, my breasts, until my entire body was alight, trembling with ecstasy. My vision blurred, my breath caught, and I bit my lip until my teeth left marks to stifle the scream clawing at my throat. My wetness gushed, soaking his cock, dripping down my thighs as my pussy clenched and released in relentless, shuddering pulses, each one dragging me deeper into bliss. My toes curled, back arched, and nails dug into his skin, anchoring me as I shook, lost in the raw, primal pleasure that felt like it would never end.

My own orgasm must have been too much for Nicholas. His cock throbbed one final time as he spilled inside me, hot, thick jets flooding my still-pulsing pussy, the sensation pushing another tremor through my climax. The deck chair swayed as the ocean lapped the ship's hull.

We both collapsed onto each other. Finally, after gasping for air, we started laughing with the intensity and craziness of what just occurred. Nicholas pulled out, causing a small shudder to reverberate through my body. We straightened out our clothes, used a towel to wipe away his essence from my legs, throwing it into the "Used Towels" bin, and continued to giggle in the afterglow as we joined the rest of the boat in the top deck on wobbly legs.

"Well, this will surely be a cruise to remember," I said, smiling.