As usual, Susan was the first to wake from our afternoon nap and had already made her way into the bathroom/shower which must have been designed for midgets. It was almost 6:30 and we had an hour before we were to meet our friends at the Starboard Lounge. She had prepared her makeup and was ready to get dressed. When I saw her come out of the bathroom, my cock stirred. I told her how gorgeous she looked and that I would be honored to have her join me on the veranda for a cocktail. She agreed and started to put underwear on, but I stopped her and suggested we stay nude outside for a while.
I slipped out of the bed and grabbed my camera before fixing a drink and joining her. The day had been perfect in every way. I told her I would like to take some pictures of her nude on the veranda in a variety of poses.
I started out with several G rated photos. I next asked her to turn around slowly so that I could capture her breasts and erect nipples from numerous angles both with her arms at her side and then help behind her head. We both knew but never discussed the reality that she was an exhibitionist at heart and modeling like this is a real turn on for her. I next sat on the deck of the veranda and asked her to turn around again slowly so that I could get pictures of her bush and nipples from all angles in the same shot without showing her face. This had us both excited and I was beginning to drip.
Then I asked her to turn towards the sea so I could get some shot from behind with her standing, looking over the rail and then with her spreading her feet and legs apart gradually and steadily bending over at the waist until her pussy lips were perfectly framed in the center of the picture. The only thing that would improve that picture was if my cum was still dripping from those beautiful moist lips.
Although we were both really excited and ready to jump each other, it did not happen. Neither of us was willing to admit the truth, which was that we were both anticipating what would occur later in the evening.
By 8 p.m. we had dressed and were waiting for our friends in the lounge. They arrived again dressed in business-casual attire. As usual Rhonda was the first person I noticed. She was wearing a white silk blouse cut very low and black skirt with a long slit on the right side. Carrie had a multi-colored dress that was cinched at the waist. I knew that Susan was not wearing anything under her dress and suspected if the same wasn't true for the other women. All three women were quite attractive both with and without clothes and they turned many heads as they moved about the ship.
Dinner was wonderful. We had a straight table with three on each side. It did not have the ocean view our usual table had but that was of little consequence. Rhonda was on my left and Carrie on my right. Their spouses were diagonally across from them with Susan directly across from me and between the men. The only thing unusual about this last meal together was the amount of alcohol consumed. Three nice bottles of Australian wine were ordered and consumed. That was followed by after dinner drinks. Benedictine is my poison of choice and Susan always enjoys a well made Grasshopper. No one had considered going to the evening show. No one said it, but we had other entertainments in mind.
Ralph stood up and announced that he and Rhonda were going to take a walk and hoped we could all meet back at their stateroom in about an hour. Susan said a walk sounded great to her and we went back our stateroom to get more comfortable shoes. It is a quarter mile walk when you take the path around the ship on deck level four where the lifeboat drills are held. We managed two complete circles while holding hands and nodding to the passengers that were relaxing in the deck chairs.
I said. "Let's use those bathrobes one last time and see what happens." We both knew that the evening with our friends would be full of sexual excitement and activity. We both had our eyes opened to new variations of sexual activity that we enjoyed. We had seen nothing that was repugnant or otherwise unacceptable. In fact we were both pushing our envelops much further that we could have imagined but together we felt more respect and love for each other than we had known before.
It took very little time to get back to our room and 'dress' for the rest of the evening. Susan had already started to get our things ready to be put in the suitcases for tomorrow's departure. Our clothes came off and the robes went on. We grabbed the remainder of the liquor in our room and proceeded down to Cabin 6008. On the way down we both knew that the next few hours could have dramatic affect on our marriage. We agreed that either of us could stop the events at any time and we would leave together immediately.
When we entered their adjoining staterooms or the third time in three day something was different. Both couples were again wearing their bathrobes. We were invited to their combined bar and told to fix whatever we might want. Carrie said that by now we should feel at home with them and to help ourselves. With cocktails in hand we sat together in the dimly lit room and enjoyed the music, the ocean noises and the company of our new friends.
But something I couldn't quite put my finger on definitely felt different. Carrie spoke up and told us how much they all had enjoyed our company these last few days and appreciated that we had "come out of our shells." She said they were impressed that we were so open-minded and not judgmental of their interactions. She also said that everyone thought we were both hot and fun to be with on this trip. I interjected, "Susan is use to being called hot but it's a first for me. Thank you very much." She went on to say that they get together about once a month at home and sex is the common denominator.