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, 2,3 and 4 first.
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Cherie's infatuation with Charles changes them both
The following morning I awoke in Charles' arms in his bed, just as I wished to be for the rest of my life, I decided. During the night I'd had time to digest what had happened yesterday, my sexual encounters on the beach, dance night, our orgy afterwards and I'd come to a conclusion. I opened my eyes to find Charles looking into them.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he said, kissing my eyelids then my lips, "Sleep well?"
"Oh, darling, good morning to you too honey. This is just where I want to be forever; in your arms, feeling your body against mine and, I don't believe it, your hard cock pressing into me. Isn't he ever satiated?"
"Yes, sweetheart, but only for a half hour or so. Your gorgeous hot body makes him hard in no time."
"Yes, well, there are some things I've decided and need to tell you," I replied, moving his exploratory had from my pussy. "I've been thinking last night while I was awake in the middle of the night. I've had lots of fun, had a really sexy trip, found you, made love with you thousands of times, had sex with many other random men and some women, but really, as I said, the place I long to be is in your arms forever. Today we have Guadeloup, tomorrow St Maarten, then we're home again. What happens then? You go back to your life and I to mine? I definitely hope not. I'm carrying your, our, baby by now hopefully. I'm really looking forward to having this baby and raising him or her and telling him or her about us and about you. But darling, it would be a lot easier and better if I didn't have to, if he or she could see you there too, every day. So sweetheart, I have only one question to ask you. Will you marry me, please?"
There, I'd said it. I'd lain awake for hours during the night thinking about my life, about life without Charles, and really I could not visualize going back to my humdrum job and carrying on as if nothing had happened. In nine months I couldn't imagine giving birth to Charles' and my baby without him being here; couldn't imaging raising our child on my own, even though that was what I'd wanted to do when I came on this cruise to become pregnant. So the best option I could think of was for us to get married, even though it was far off my agenda a couple of days ago as I think it was off Charles. Since then a lot had happened and we had certainly grown together. I wondered if he felt the same.
"Wow, that was out of left field," replied a stunned Charles. "I know I've grown to love you, I know we seem to fit together really well, and not just physically, and I also know that neither of us had any leanings towards marriage a few days ago, but I will admit it could be a very sensible and lovig thing to do. But marriage is forever, which is a very long time."
He stopped and seemed deep in thought as he gazed at me with soft eyes, lovingly. I felt myself melting into his eyes and it took all my will not to simply hold him and love him, but he still hadn't answered my question.
"But then, if forever is a long time, I would really love to spend it all with you, darling. However, there is also another point and that is that this is not even a leap year, and it is traditionally only on leap years that women are supposed to propose. I don't know what the world's coming to," he shook his head in mock disbelief. "So in answer to your question, yes, I would be honored to marry you and take you as my wife forever."
Now it was my turn to be stunned. I had been prepared for this gorgeous man to say no, or to want time to consider it, but he agreed. He agreed!! I threw myself at him, hugging, kissing, hugging and kissing some more.
"Ooohhh, thank you, darling, thank you."
I didn't know what else to say. I was going to be married! To Charles! Married to sweet, lovable, gorgeous Charles, the father of my baby so tiny inside me. I felt all warm and loving inside and with much kissing and caressing we made sweet gentle love together with a sweetness, a tenderness and an exquisite longing fulfilment that we had never known before. It was the perfect seal to the wonderful commitment we had just made.
After we had showered we walked hand in hand to breakfast and ate slowly and consciously, both aware of the gravity and solemnity of the occasion, almost as though this was a wedding breakfast rather than the beginning of an engagement. Part way through we were joined by Penny.
"Good morning Cherie, Charles," she greeted cheerfully, glowing all over, no doubt from a night of passionate sex.
We greeted her and asked how her night had been.
"Fantastic," she replied, "I have no idea of how many times and how many men I fucked. What a party. All I do know is I feel great this morning; tired, but great. Anyway, howzit with you two? You both look very happy with life."
We told Penny of our momentous news, and she was shocked into silence, for once, before congratulating us.
"So I guess an encore with Charles is off the menu for me now."
Charles and I looked at each other.
"We haven't discussed that aspect of things yet," Charles replied, "It's all only just happened. Tell you what, take a rain check and we'll talk about extramarital sex today and see what we agree. Ok?"
"Fine by me. So what're the almost-weds doing today?"
That was a good thought which I now had to revise. A few days ago I would have said that I would do exactly as I had on the other islands, wander around nearly or fully naked and probably get laid by half a dozen islanders. But now things and changed and that held little attraction for me. Walking ashore with Charles, on the other hand . . . . .
"Well, I think Cherie and I will go ashore and see if we can find a nice ring that will suit the third finger of her left hand," said Charles, interrupting my thoughts.