CHAPTER 1. FANTASIES FULFILLED
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked my husband of seven years. We were in our ocean suite on a "special" cruise, one we'd booked through a select travel agency. We had fantasized for years about sex with another man, or men, and when Chet discovered this "swingers' cruise" I agreed to try it. Chet has been after me to have sex with other men for the last couple of years, and I must admit the idea had grown on me. Now here I was, dressed as he'd requested, in a black chemise, black lace thigh-top stockings, a pair of black "fuck me" pumps, and no panties. My naked cunt and impressive tits were all brazenly on display for whoever Chet invited to join us. He has insisted I leave my naked, 36D tits out above the top of the chemise, and as always I complied with his request. I'm the CEO of a small corporation in the "real" world, but in our fantasies I am always Chet's "slut wife." Now we were going to change those fantasies into reality, and I was as excited as Chet. My pussy was wet, and I could smell my essence.
"Yes. I'm sure," Chet breathed. "Are you, Dana?" His cock was already hard, and as I stared at the thick, seven inch long lump in his thin jogging shorts, I knew he was as excited as I was over what we were about to do. I could see the wet stain in the shorts where his cock touched them, and when he came over to me with the wrist and ankle restraints I almost came just from knowing what we were going to do. My husband was going to bring a man back into the room with him... a bisexual man... and that man was going to fuck me while my husband held me in his arms. Then he was going to suck the cum from a stranger's cock out of my pussy while I took the man's slimy cock into my mouth.
"If you really think you can handle this, I'll do it," I breathed.
"He'll do nasty things to you."
"I know. Isn't that what you want?"
"YES!" Chet hissed, his cock jumping as he said the word. "You'll be okay with that? Being my whore?" Chet asked.
"Of course, my love," I said, anxious now, anxious for him to invite into our cabin. "I want it, too."
He kissed me then, before attaching my wrists and ankles to the fur-lined restraints. Then he raised my arms and hooked the restraints to the headboard of the bed, repeating the process with the ankle restraints.
He stood over me then, looking down at me as his cock lurched again.
"You're beautiful," he said, before leaning down to gently dip his fingers inside my juicy cunt. I momentarily turned my head away from his hand when he wiped the smelly fingers on my lips, but then he did it again, and something inside me snapped, and I opened my mouth and sucked my cunt juices from his fingers.
"Do it again!" I said, knowing he knew how much I hate the smell of cunt. I was telling him I WANTED him to do things to me that I found distasteful, and so he did it. He wiped my face in the rank juices from my cunt, and I shuddered as some kind of perverted lust washed over me.
He kissed me again then, licking my lips, then grinned and said, "Now you smell like a randy cunt."
"Then let me be one. Bring me some cock," I breathed, feeling another wave of wet, erotic pleasure filling my cunt.
"Don't go away," he grinned. And then he was gone.
I'm not sure how long I waited for him. Perhaps ten minutes. Perhaps an hour. I lost all track of time, but when I heard the lock on our cabin door click, I felt my pussy contract...just before I got the shock of my life.
"OH! MISS! Sorry!" a cabin attendant exclaimed. Then, "Who DOES this to you! I go... get help!"
"NO!" I gasped. "It's okay! I... we... my husband... he... he went to get a... a friend. He wants me like this. I want it, too," I said, becoming aroused now, to be seen like this, dressed like a slut, my naked tits and cunt exposed to the maid.
She came into the room then, over to the bed as the door closed behind her.
"You LET him to do this, Miss?" she asked, gazing at my erect nipples, then my hairy, wet cunt.
"Yes. I WANTED him to do it. He... he's bringing a man back with him. They're both going to fuck me... and feed me their cocks," I groaned, incredibly aroused to be saying this to her.
"Oh Miss!" she said, her face coloring as she continued to stare down at me. "You are so beautiful. And so lucky to have such a man. To have husband to let you do like this," she said, sitting on the bed next to me now.
"Yes. I am lucky," I said, watching her staring me. "Do you think I look sexy...sexy enough for another man to want to fuck me?"
"Oh Miss, YES! You... you VERY sexy," she whispered, and I knew. She wanted me, too.
"Touch me. Make me ready for them," I said. "Kiss me. Anywhere. On my lips... my tits... or down there... on my cunt."
"Oh Miss!!" she gurgled. "YES?"
"DO IT!" I gasped squirming on the bed. And she did.
"UMMMMM!" the young woman moaned, moving to my pussy. She was attractive... obviously from the Islands somewhere, her chocolate skin flawless, and when her full lips gently kissed my cunt I moaned, causing her to bury her face in my wet opening. I felt her tongue sloshing around in my wetness, and saw her fingers up under her dress, rubbing herself as she ate me.
"Oh GOD!" I groaned, my orgasm approaching as I squirmed beneath her tender licking.
"HMMMMMM!!" she moaned, sucking my juices, her orgasm slamming into her then as her fingers flew over her pussy. I was just about to come myself, when suddenly the door opened and Chet walked in with a handsome young man.
"Well, well... what have we here?" Chet grinned.
"OH! Sweet Dios!" the maid yelped, jumping up from the bed, wiping her mouth with her sleeve as Chet and the young man grinned at her. "So sorry, mister. Please! You no tell no one PLEASE! I lose my job. Please! You no tell, yes?" she began to sob.
"Hey, no crying. It's okay? Your secret is safe with us. If you want, you can stay and join us," Chet grinned.
