Adventures in Swinging

Serious thought emerges in both our Cruising Quartet, and a greater understanding of their friendship and relationships begins to emerge.

CHAPTER 20

"Sailing Day"

We arrived at the Sea Port thoroughly hungover, with Seth the most functional as usual. We purposely had slept-in, to time our boarding towards the tail end of the process. Seth said we would miss some onboard time, but the boarding experience would be less painful.

We had dropped our baggage with the porters, entered the embarkation center, and quickly moved through security check-in. We flashed our identification and passports, proceeding up an escalator to a waiting area where the flow of people traffic steadily advanced to a boarding specialist bearing with a bright smile and welcoming us to Elegance Cruises. She was well kept in her uniform fit and tidy, kindly advising us that boarding was almost complete and we could follow the line to the gangway.

The view of the ship was spectacular from the glass-enclosed gangway. It reminded me of the movie Galaxy Quest when the crew saw the ship docked at the starport. Elegance Cruises had pulled out the stops with their ship designs. This vessel was named Excelsior in keeping with all their ship names beginning with the letter E. I chuckled to myself as I watched Ellie, just ahead of me, point the ship's name out to Heather just ahead of me and then giggle. As we started across the gangway, I watched the girl's hips sway to and fro, their shapely heinies delicately draped in matching sarongs. My God, they were so beautiful.

Our ship's Purser greeted us warmly, double-checked our passports, confirmed our STD screening was recorded with the sick bay/medical center aboard, and saw we were booked as 'Emblem' class passengers assigned to Suite M722 on the Excursion Deck. Starting with the women, the Purser's assistant took our left hand and snuggly locked a beautiful golden bracelet on our wrists. I glanced at the bracelet, catching the flash of light from a wristwatch-sized amulet adorned with the icon of Set's employer.

The Purser again welcomed us, saying, "We are pleased to welcome you aboard, Mr. and Mrs. Barksdale. Greetings and welcome to the Hansen's as well. As Emblem class passengers, you each have been given an amulet that is a combination GPS/Bluetooth interrogator. You will never be lost on board this fully Wi-Fi and Bluetooth-enabled vessel. The ship's system will constantly know your locations, and you can find each other at any time by placing your amulet against one of the bulkhead viewing screens that show the deck plan. These devices are registered with the ship's security team. You are limited to finding members of your party only while aboard. Your baggage will be delivered to your suite once we have sailed. Enjoy your cruise.

We crossed a wide corridor connecting the starboard and port main passageways. I needed to catch up as Seth directed the group left toward the stern. I stopped at one of the wall-mounted screens directly in front of me. I placed my amulet near the surface and tested the system.

A soft and seductive female voice from the speaker addressed me, "Mr. Barksdale, you are currently on the Lido Deck. Your fellow passengers are in the port passageway headed aft. Your suite is six decks above you. Please proceed aft and take the stern lift to Deck 15. Additional directions are available when you reach deck 15."

I offered a cursory 'thank you' but received no response, so there was a limit to the interface. It was a great application of technology. I hustled to catch up with the others, and after a sizeable stroll aft, we all came to another wide boulevard longitudinal corridor, where the elevators, er, lifts were located. We arrived on deck 15, turned left, and left again back onto the port passageway. A mere 20 feet ahead, we found Suite M722.

The door was open, and Seth led Heather in. Ellie and I followed. I closed the door and waited for her to set down her carry-on. I dropped mine to the floor and grabbed her hand, spinning her against the closed door to the bathroom. I pressed her against it, pinning her.

"Jare, you're a tiger today," Ellie breathed heavily.

"The best way to get rid of a hangover is a massive release of endorphins," I whispered in her ear.

Careful with that romantic talk, Hansen. I may have to," she gasped as I interrupted her.

"Have to what?" I challenged. I ran my hands up the side of her thigh, pulling her sarong with it. Ellie locked her eyes with mine. She bit her lower lip seductively. I moved my groping hand under the sarong and slid my index finger into her heat. Ellie spread her legs as my thumb found her clit and rolled over it, tapping out morse code.

"SoS? Seriously, Jare? She deadpanned.

"Only thing I know in Morse," I said. I pulled Ellie away from the door and into the separate bedroom.

Seth and Heather looked surprised as Seth exclaimed, "What happened to call dibs?"

"I just did," I replied. "Can you excuse us for a few?"

Seth grabbed Heather and shushed her from her giggling. We heard the door to the bedroom close. My mouth searched out Ellie's, and I hungrily nibbled it as I rolled her on top of me.

"Wait, Jare, let's ditch the clothes," she suggested.

We separated to opposite sides of the bed, removed our clothes at warp speed, and then rolled back on with Ellie atop me. My wife moved over me in a very seductive way, slowly teasing my cock as she passed over it. Ellie licked her lips as she lowered herself to lay atop me. I could feel her warm breath as she sucked at my neck.

"I want you, Hansen," she declared.

"I am always yours for the taking, Eleanor Jean," I replied.

She pushed herself up, her hands firmly planted on my chest. Her knees came up, and her right hand found what it wanted. Gripping me, she slid her hand up and down my shaft. She was enjoying being in control. Back and forth, she drew my crown the length of her slit. I watched viscous strands of her essence spread out, running down like rivulets on my cock. Ellie pressed down and slowly pulled me into her.

She descended, and her eyes closed as though she savored the sensation, "God, you feel good inside me, Jare."

I looked into her eyes and nodded as I took my right hand and ran my fingers across her clit. Ellie exhaled forcefully as a flood of endorphins released in her body. She began to rise and fall using her muscular, solid thighs. Her body shot up to where her labia barely held me. She arose and fell like a piston firing in its chamber. Her breath became ragged, and she swayed as she rose and fell. Yes, she was pounding me into the bed like an equestrian posting on her mount. I diddled her clit as it dropped on me.

Ellie gasped in response, "Ja, Ja, Jare, it's so good, sweetheart," she moaned. Ellie began to come as her yummy liquid poured from her, coating my rod, the slickness speeding her through yet another climax. I held her torso and helped steady her. The left and right index fingers teased the tips of her nipples.

Ellie groaned loudly, "Oh, the big one is coming, so close, so close."

Ellie now used a free hand to stimulate her protruding and pronounced hood. She gasped as the tidal wave of pure release took hold.

"Ahhhhhh, I am cumming. I am cumming so hard," she cried out.

I encouraged her, "God, you are so beautiful, Ellie. Cum for me."

She pistoned with her eyes glued on mine.

"Look at me when I come for you, Jare. Look what only you can do for me," she cried.

She gradually slowed until she stopped, panting, her hair and face wet with sweat from the exertion. She was silent, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. She was still impaled, my cock deep inside her. I just closed my eyes and savored being one with Ellie. My right hand moved up and cradled the back of her head.

"You are something extraordinary indeed, El," I said, whispering toward her ear.

"Ummmm, you complete me husband. I have known it since I confessed my miscarriage to you, and you told me to forgive myself. Bunty was right about you. She told me I could lose you if I lost myself by focusing only on me. We are transitioning as a couple now that the girls are truly on their own. In contrast with how you are handling the change, I can see how appalling selfish I have been these last six months," she said as she stroked my hair. "I did trick and use deception to draw you into this lifestyle. I was so very wrong. I love you as I do life, Jared."

She pushed herself up and said, "I will straighten up and fly right. I have to take care of my man. I want to be with you, Seth, and Heather during this cruise. I don't want anyone else. So let's enjoy the view, go with the flow, relax, and savor this cruise together. What do you say?"

I smiled and said, "You have a deal, my love. I am all in."

Ellie cooed as my softening cock slipped from her. She sat upright, straddling my thoroughly lubricated groin and thighs. Putting her hand to her mouth, she realized.

"You didn't get to come," she exclaimed.

Ah, you noticed that, eh," I teased back.

She smiled as her hands squeezed my pecs, "Tonight, I want you to meet me where that slope from the bridge joins the observation deck below facing the bow. We will do it after dinner. Let's stroll and pretend we are just meeting. I will make sure you cum."

"Let's clean up and go topside with Seth and Heather," I suggested.

Ellie nodded, offering the shower first. I watched her for a few seconds. She closed her eyes and lay in the bed, enjoying the last of her afterglow.

Showered and fresh, we threw our clothes back on and headed topside to watch the ship depart. I put my amulet on the screen, and the sweet voice pointed out where we all were. Seth and Heather were moving aft in the main shopping promenade. Ellie and I took the lift to the gallery and moved to intercept our friends. Ellie spotted them first, and I swear I would have missed them. Seth was toting two large bags and boxes from Hermes, while Heather carried a garment bag very carefully.

Ellie waved and called out, "Look at you two!"

Heather smiled and nodded, "Made out like gangbusters, Ellie." Seth looked at me and was frowning. He struck me as a man who had been fleeced and wanted to find a bar to drown his misery.

"Was it that bad pal?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Never should have made that stupid bet." I cocked my head quick in recognition as I grinned. He continued his lament, "This stuff right here, $1600.00. Dress, purse, clutch, and two pairs of shoes. Sweet mother of God."

Well, at least I know what I am in for when my turn comes," I offered.

Seth smiled, "What the hell Jare? Two basic suits for work would cost me that anyway, and that would be bargain shopping. The sad part is they haven't done their spa treatments yet. Wait till that bill shows up."

I suggested, "We need to get Heather's goods stowed away in the room and then find a bar topside."

"Now you are talking my language, Mr. Hansen," Seth confirmed with a beaming grin.

Seth asked Ellie and me to go to the Sea Side Club on the port side and secure a table while they stored Heather's winnings. This made sense to me, and Ellie and I peeled off and grabbed the lift up to deck 16. We walked casually, holding hands and leaning into each other as we moved along. Ellie looked so sexy in her sarong. Her breasts were pert and filled the bra cups built into the outfit. Her commando look gave the fall off her heinie to the pleated bottom a clean, graceful drop. Her polarized Ray-Bans were a classic look in Tortoiseshell. She wore matching lipstick with her dress with a hint of blush on her freckled cheeks. I was so proud to have her on my arm. I could smell Giorgio Red, and she damn well knew it would fire me up and have me sniffing after her all night.

The ship's horn sounded, and the massive vessel pushed away from the dock using her maneuvering thrusters. Once she had enough clearance, bow and stern thrusters countered each other as they fired, spinning the ship and placing her downstream out of the main channel. The harbormaster guided the vessel to where she was clear and free to navigate independently. We knew this because the captain gave us a treat and showed the live video of the bridge crew taking her to sea. It was really cool. We could feel the faintest vibration as the electric drives came to life. The ship gathered speed in measured stages. After about fifteen minutes, the captain on the bridge told us the show was over, ending with the command, "Make revolutions for twenty knots." The screen went blank and then displayed the Cruise Logo.

Gentle acceleration began, though you could hardly tell unless you looked at the land sliding by more quickly until it was just the sea left to take in. We were headed east with the sun slowly sinking behind us.

Seth and Heather politely waved as they approached us and took seats around the table. Seth waved down a server who took our orders and returned to the bar.

Heather smiled at me and winked, "Seth and I wanted to know if you both were up for some fun tonight."

Ellie squeezed my arm as I answered Heather, "What do you two have in mind?"

Heather grinned and looked at Seth, "We were thinking of swapping spouses tonight."

You would think Ellie would jump at the chance to sleep with Seth, but she surprised me.

"Guys, we can play together and bounce between, but I want to sleep in Jare's arms tonight. This is my first time at sea."

"Bravo," Seth proclaimed. I would demand the same if this were Heather's and my first time out. No worries. We can play a little and then cuddle with our spouses. Now, I do insist that you and Jare take the bed Tonight. Heather and I will close the bedroom off and take the pull-out sofa. Tomorrow night, we can reverse, and you both can take the pull-out."

I patted Seth's hand, "Thanks, man. I appreciate this opportunity and gesture. This is the honeymoon Ellie, and I never got." Ellie leaned her head against my shoulder and squeezed my hand in hers. Seth smiled and leaned in to kiss Heather. She was disappointed that we turned down swapping spouses, but she became animated again when reminded we never had a honeymoon.

"Well, let's have dinner and maybe go dancing before we retire for nocturnal fun," Heather suggested.

Ellie pounced on that idea, "Wonderful. We need to check the itinerary for the cruise."

I looked at Seth, asking, "Seems a little tame so far, Seth. Is that normal for a cruise of this type?"

Seth nodded, "Folks are getting their sea legs, sizing potential playmates, and relaxing into the ship's rhythm."

I scanned the passengers and said, almost with a vacant expression, "There are people of all types. I have seen several senior couples, a significant number of what appear to be newlyweds or at least in their early 20s."

Seth remarked, "Yes, there are fit people, obese people, plain, persnickety, raucous, refined, all types Jare."

Heather nodded, "I appreciate that there are no judgmental stares or leers. The folks on this cruise are on their best behavior. They want to have fun, meet others, laugh, and play."

Ellie got that focused look and turned to Seth, saying, "Seth, would you and Heather be upset if Jare and I played exclusively with just you both?"

Heather leaned into Ellie and mouthed, 'Are you sure.'

Ellie nodded with a fast motion. "Yes, I want this trip to deepen our friendship," she giggled. Seth and Heather smiled at each other, and we had an agreement. Now, I wasn't about to kid myself. There were 1300 other horny people aboard. I wasn't about to let my guard down.

So, we people-watched in silence for about 30 minutes as we finished our cocktails. The motion of the ship at sea and the gentle vibration of the electric drives made relaxing so easy. We all stifled giggles when we thought we spied 'CaptainSweatpants' from the 'Big Bang Theory' as he pushed a stroller with an angelic little girl sleeping happily. Mrs. Sweatpants was nowhere to be found.

Seth got up and went to the hostess and spoke to her. She picked up her phone and wrote down something on a sticky note. Seth took the note and returned,

"Good news, we are in the first seating at the Overture restaurant on deck 6 that begins in 15 minutes. It is casual dress like at Texas Land and Cattle back home. You ladies will knock them dead in your sarongs. You will have to deal with having Jare and me as your escorts for Tonight."

Heather pushed back and stood. Ellie joined her as I took her hand and followed Seth to the lift. On arrival, I first thought the restaurant was charming and seclusive. The lighting was soft, intimate, and cozy. Ellie had Lobster Newberg and Cod with brown rice. Seth had prime rib, and I had a Porterhouse steak. Heather had Chicken Florentine with salad. Seth and I had Chateau Neuf Du Pape for wines, and the ladies enjoyed a Chilean Rose.

We just sat and relaxed. I chuckled, appreciating Seth and Ellie flirted and played footsie and their frustration with the service's interruption. Undaunted, as our group conversation ebbed and flowed, they casually touched each other's hands. I sensed a bond and closeness between my wife and Seth that was good and wholesome. Even though Seth was five years younger, he projected a big brother's protectiveness toward Ellie. I consciously acknowledged that I was good with it. If anything happened to me, I knew Seth would look out for Ellie if anything happened to me.

I decided to turn some attention to Heather. Her firm, supple breasts caught my eyes as usual. They were firmly enclosed in sarong top, and the cool air of the ship gave rise to her nipples pressing against the material. This demanded my attention, but I opted first for a roundabout path.

As Heather delicately cut her chicken, I slid my chair tighter against the table and opened my right leg, making contact with her. I reached for my wine glass, simultaneously selling it as a natural motion. I took a sip and set it down. Her eyes were on our spouses and the explanation of the ship's cameras and security monitors Seth provided Ellie. While they were fascinated by one another, quiet ole Jare slid his hand under the table to Heather's thigh.

I casually asked her, "So, you and El are headed for the spa tomorrow. Have you locked in your reservations?" My fingers danced under her skirt as Heather obligingly pulled the hem higher. She instinctively scooted closer, still playing with the food on her plate.

"Yes, looking forward to some serious stress release, Jare," she replied.

I whispered, "Scoot a little closer." Heather obliged, and I leaned in as she bent her head to present her ear to my lips. My fingers reached deep in a quick thrust, finding her heat and stroking the source of her pleasure. Heather shivered as I slid a finger into her. I pulled it back out. I could feel the warm, wet, succulent essence clinging to my finger. I delicately maneuvered it out, careful not to brush against her. I brought my hand to the table and up to her lips.

"Tomorrow, you will wear the remote-controlled wearable vibrator I brought for Ellie. I think you should get the first crack at it. While you are at the spa, I will send you Wi-Fi reminders of what awaits you when you find me. You and I are overdue."

I watched Heather lick my finger clean and bob her mouth the length of my digit. She withdrew, sliding back, centered on the table, as she slyly smiled her wicked little grin. She then returned her gaze to Ellie and Jare, who hadn't once taken their eyes off one another.