I flicked my shades and put them on my blond head. The sun was still not as warm as it could have been, so I declined the use of sunscreen by my erstwhile husband Jerry. I winked at him as I downed my drink - sweet heady mimosa, perfect for a morning on the sea. Jerry just smiled at my antics and returned back to his book, an old-fashioned raunchy Jackie Collins, the kind of books in which the heroine died then came back as the most gorgeous creature in creation, fucked her rivals' husbands and looked spectacular doing it.
I looked around. The morning crowd was still thin, not much to be seen except for children frolicking around in the water. Did I mention how much I loathe children? They were nothing but monsters from age zero to fifteen, and the work to make them resemble humanity every single day would drive me insane. Not that everything else was driving me up the wall, but children remained my anathema. Jerry loved children, had always wanted a tiny patter of feet running in our condo back in St Francisco, but I held on to my stand. I didn't know, maybe I'd change my opinion - but you could be sure now was not the day.
I watched a family at the edge of the pool, splashing around with those floatation devices flailing in their arms. Then I saw him, a vision in red-blue speedos, a tall hunk of a man watching his children play. He had huge arms, delicious-looking pecs and adorable nipples - a man in his definite prime. I felt a little tingling in my asshole, imagining ensnaring his cock deep within me. I bet he was an excellent lover, whispering sweet nothings in my ear even as his undoubtedly large cock lay my hole to smithereens.
"Baby can you top up my drink please. And bring some snack."
"Okay honey-kins." Dear sweet, adorably foolish Jerry. As Jerry trotted off to the ship's bar, I made my way to where the man was sitting, watching hawklike on his children. A woman was playing with the children, but he still had his eyes on them. Somehow that fact made me feel warm inside. A bona-fide breeder. I licked my lips.
"Hello, I'm Calvin." I offered my hand, he shook it just like a straight guy would. "How are you enjoying the cruise?"
His name was Ted. We had a conversation about the conditions of the ship's cheaper cabins. My heart bleed for the man, he felt as if he was inadequate, that was why he had been taking them out of the cabin and into the pool, the games room, the restaurant, anything to take them away from their depressing living arrangement.
"Would you like to see level A sometime? Like, now?" Jerry and me were staying in one of the more luxurious cabins, courtesy of Jerry's dad who knew the cruise director.
"Oh gee. That is if your... friend is okay with that."
"Oh well, he's okay, besides my husband - Ted flicked an eyebrow at that - can entertain himself with his book."
"Okay, let me go tell my wife," he said, trotting into the pool and calling his wife, Diana. He gestured at me from across the water and I made a tiny wave. Diana smiled and nodded at her husband. Silly girl.
It took me ten minutes, maybe less, from opening the door to our huge airy suite to having Ted's tongue so far up my ass he was probably licking my pancreas. A few deadpan jokes helped - "This bed's can get real bouncy at night!" - but it was mostly my self-serving charisma. For I, Calvin Burrowes, was a slut, and a great one at that.
"Fuck man, your ass tastes so good."
"Better than pussy?"
"Better than loose pussy any day."
"Try putting your finger in it." He watched my face intently as he spat on his finger and inserted it into my waiting hole. My hole kissed his finger, making him snort, before devouring his thick finger like a hypersexual Venus flytrap. I watched his eyes roll back into his head as I clench and unclench my ass muscles, practically munching on his finger.
"Fuck, your ass is a wonder of this world."
