This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person. However, the concept of clothing optional cruise and tour itinerary are based on reality.
The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.
The story makes more sense if you read chapters 1 and 2 first, although all chapters are stand-alone.
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I awoke late, well, late for me, and snuggled into Charles' warm body. He stirred gently, wrapping an arm around me as he gradually awoke. Within a few minutes we were kissing, his cock once again growing hard against my thigh. I broke our embrace and rolled out of bed, collecting my thermometer from my bag as I went to the bathroom. I returned a few minutes later and shook my head at his raised eyebrows.
"Not today, honey," I commented, "Probably tomorrow will be the best day. So today you're to remain celibate to allow your baby-making sperm a chance to mature and fertilize my waiting egg. No sex for you today, darling."
Charles' face fell slightly, then he reached up and grabbed me, pulling me back into bed with him.
"Let's make a deal then. If you are willing for me to be the only guy to fuck you tomorrow when you're at your most fertile, then I'll stay sex-free today. But if you want to let everyone with a cock squirt his cum in you tomorrow in the hope of getting pregnant, then I'll find whatever pussy's available today and tomorrow. You choose."
I thought about it for a few minutes, weighing up the options of knowing that Charles was my baby's father against taking pot luck with a bunch of random guys. Charles won out.
"Ok, deal," I replied, "But while you remain celibate for today, I'm still allowed to play the field. However, once my thermometer indicates that I'm fertile, then it's only you for 48 hours. Agreed?"
"Hmmm, I guess so. Does that mean no love making now?"
"'Fraid so, honey. That's part of your sacrifice to ensure you're the father of my baby."
"Damn! Oh well, it doesn't stop us kissing. Come here you sexy wench."
He grabbed me and held me tightly in his arms. Ooohhh, I love being held tightly in Charles' arms. We kissed and cuddled, his rampant cock pressing against me but he made no moves to try to fuck. Good; he was upholding his side of the deal. After nearly half an hour I realized I was hungry and broke away, rolling out of bed.
"I need to eat," I said, walking to the bathroom and turning on the shower. A few seconds later he joined me in the tepid shower and we washed each other, kissing and cuddling again, then dried ourselves, tidied our hair and walked naked to the dining room arm in arm.
As we waited in line he nuzzled my neck. "I love you, Cherie," he murmured in my ear.
"I love you too, sweetheart," I replied as I cupped his balls below his semi-hard cock.
We took our breakfast outside on the deck, out of the wind caused by the ship's movement, and ate slowly, surveying the limitless expanse of water and the wheeling sea birds. After we'd finished Doug and Penny walked past and greeted us, finding two more chairs and returning to join us. We all hugged each other, except for the guys who were most definitely hetero.
"Want another session today?" asked Penny.
"Ooohhh, yes," I replied, "Still not my fertile day so I can fuck a dildo instead of guys."
I told her of the deal I had with Charles, which caused her to grin broadly.
"Poor guy. Y'know, he really must love you to agree with that."
"Yes, I guess so," I agreed. "D'you reckon Doug would fuck me again today or have you worn him out?"
"Nah, he's good for a few more fucks today. You fuck me then I'll let him fuck you; do we have a deal?"
"Definitely."
Penny and I went to her cabin once again, arranging to meet the guys later. If I thought today would be a repeat of last time I was completely mistaken.
"Have you heard of tantric sex?" asked Penny.
"Only very briefly," I replied, it's where you bring someone almost to orgasm then stop or something, isn't it?"
Penny laughed. "That's the bit most people think they know and it's also what puts people off. Orgasms are fine, but whereas they are the goal of normal sex, in tantra the focus is on stimulating your partner as much as possible before they have their orgasm, thus intensifying the big O when it happens. Of course, it doesn't always need to happen so this morning maybe we'll orgasm, maybe not. We'll just have to see what happens and what we want."
"Oh. OK, I guess I'm open to anything. Let's do it."
"Right, so sit on the bed, cross legged and I'll sit facing you. Now we simply gaze into each other's eyes for a few minutes, feeling yourself sinking into my very soul, while I do the same for you."
We sat and gazed into each other's eyes for a while and I must admit that I felt a certain oneness with Penny. It seemed that my world closed down to just her eyes and it was easy not to allow other thoughts into my head. After a while she reached out and began to stroke the outside of my arms with her hands, down then up, over and over. I felt my skin becoming more sensitive to her touch and strangely I felt stirring sensations in my crotch. After a while of this she stopped and wordlessly indicated that I should do the same for her. This time I felt tingling sensations in my fingers which travelled up my arms and again down to my crotch. I'd never been aware of just how sensitive non-erogenous zones of my body were.