Aleutian Island Cruise

Author's notes:

Just another tale of a wife deciding she needed to experience another man, in spite of the potential consequences.

I've received comments suggesting it can be difficult to determine who is narrating in my stories. I prefer to keep my stories more or less chronological rather than submit separate stories from each perspective. To help make this more easily understood, I've added the name of the narrator each time it changes. Please let me know in the comments if this helps or what might make it clearer.

Disclaimer: This is an original work and any sex in this story is strictly between consenting adults.

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I had a software crisis at work Thursday night that required my team's immediate attention. It was midnight before we identified, corrected, and deployed the replacement software. This made it just before 1:00 AM by the time I got home. I found my dinner in the fridge and my wife, Chris, already in bed and sound asleep.

I ate, showered, and joined her in bed.

Chris is such a sound sleeper I often tease her about how difficult it is to wake her. So, I was surprised when Chris rolled over, snuggled against me, and started rubbing my chest. I could feel her hard nipples against my skin. My cock was instantly hard. Before I could do anything, she whispered "Oh, Scott, you feel so good. Take me again."

My penis deflated instantly, and I froze, waiting to see what else she might have to say.

You see, my name is Neil. Chris and I have been married six years, so I know she knows my name.

I lay there for what seemed an eternity waiting for her to say anything move. Eventually I fell asleep.

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Friday morning, everything was quiet thanks to the software fix my team rolled out. Everyone was busy making sure there weren't any other problems we might have missed.

This gave me time to think about who this Scott character might be.

None of our friends or common acquaintances are named Scott.

I checked Chris' company's web site and struck pay dirt. The Finance division manager was named Scott Newsome. Chris is an accountant, working in the Finance division. Bingo.

Against company policy, I searched Facebook and LinkedIn. I found his pages. He's handsome, or at least the kind women seem to find attractive. He has been with Chris' company for about two and a half years. He's married to a beautiful woman named Amanda. No mention of children. If there is something going on, I bet his wife is in the dark and he would want to keep it that way.

It is clear Amanda's dad is wealthy and has numerous business friends and contacts. I suspect he is responsible for Scott's current position.

My thoughts were going wild. I asked myself, "Is Chris having an affair with him or is she just dreaming of having an affair with him. What should I do? What can I do?"

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Chris:

Neil and I have a great marriage.

I had never really thought about describing a guy as being sexy before but that's how I responded to Scott. From the moment we met, there was just something I couldn't explain or even understand. Sure, he was handsome in a rugged, muscular sort of way. His body screamed confidence with his every move. His fine dark blond hair was frequently tousled, and it seemed like he always needed a shave. Not surprisingly, Scott was the subject of numerous office fantasies.

I had never seen him dressed in anything but a suit and tie but somehow I understood he would look even better if I took his clothes off. I even had thoughts of him tying me up with his ties.

Scott and I have been having lunch together and talking for the last three months. To start, our conversations were all business but somehow we progressed to sharing intimate details about our lives. I don't know how, but even my sex life became a topic for discussion. He was amazed when I confessed I had only had sex with my husband, asking if I ever wondered what another man might be like. I confessed the thought crossed my mind from time to time but never confessed he was the subject of most of those recent thoughts.

In another lunch conversation, Scott was surprised when I explained one of my dream vacations would be to cruise the Aleutian Islands off the coast of Alaska but my husband, Neil, did not share my interest. Scott surprised me by saying it had been his lifelong dream too. Initially I was skeptical but over the next several lunches, he impressed me with his knowledge of the area until I was convinced he was not just trying to score with me.

Two weeks ago, over lunch, Scott announced, "I made reservations for two for your dream cruise. All you have to do is say yes."

Without further thought, I said, "Yes."

"You know we'll be sharing a cabin. Right?" he asked.

"Yes."

"And a bed." That was a statement rather than a question.

I looked him unflinchingly in the eyes and said, "I understand."

"And a sexual adventure we'll never forget."

Continuing to hold his gaze, I said, "Yes, I am looking forward to it."

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So, here I am. Scott and I have planned a two-week Aleutian Island cruise. We're leaving Wednesday of next week and I haven't even mentioned it to Neil. Tonight is the night. I have to get it out in the open. I need to do some shopping this weekend.

I took the afternoon off and fixed a great dinner. I told myself, "After dinner, I'll tell him."

We had discussed infidelity before we got married and agreed it was a marriage ender. And here I am planning to cheat. I'm afraid he'll just blow up and forbid my going. I don't know what I'll do if he does.

There he is.

"Hey Neil. Dinner's ready. Why don't you change while I get it on the table." I called from the kitchen.

"You must have left work early."

"Yes, I wanted to fix a special dinner. I have something I need to tell you."

"Well, dinner sure smells good. I'll be right back."

In no time, we were seated at the table enjoying dinner.

"How was your day?" Neil asked, innocently.

I blurted out, "I'm going on an Aleutian Island cruise."

Neil looked surprised and asked, "When are we leaving? I'll have to make sure I can take off."

The "we" in his question caught me off guard and without thinking, I responded tensely, "You're not going. It's just me." Then, more calmly "I'm leaving Wednesday."

"Oh?" Neil appeared to be confused and disappointed. "Why don't you want me to go with you?"

"You wouldn't enjoy it, and you probably couldn't get two weeks off anyway." I replied.

"Oh, so it's a two-week cruise?"

"Yes," I responded, "the cruise is eleven days but due to the timing of flights, I'll have to stay in a hotel the night before and after the cruise."

"Why are you going now?" was his next question.

"You know I've always wanted to go whale watching and hiking on a glacier. I found a deal on-line and it's the right season."

"Who's going with you?" Neil asked, staring directly at me.

His gaze felt like he could see right through me and knew the truth.

"No one. I'm going alone." I lied.

"Scott's not going?" he asked, his gaze burning my flesh.

I nearly hit the floor. "How does he know? And more importantly, what does he know?" I asked myself.

I managed to pull it together. "No", I stuttered. "Just me. Why would you think Scott would be going?"

Neil continued to shock me. "I know about you and Scott."

"What do you know about Scott?" I asked weakly.

"I know you are having an emotional, if not physical, affair with him."

Looking down I responded, "We have done nothing but talk over lunch."

Neil just stared at me for a minute before continuing, "I know I can't order you not to go. What if I asked you not to go?"

I said, "The trip is already paid for. I can't change plans at this point without losing my money. You wouldn't want that would you? So, I'm going."

"How much is this trip going to cost us?" he asked.

This was beginning to sound like he was accepting my trip. "The cruise is roughly $11,000 plus airfare and incidentals. I'm paying for it out of my own account." I knew he didn't keep up with my checking and saving accounts, so I felt safe with this lie.

He countered, "I mean besides money. What about our marriage? Are you willing to throw away our marriage to have sex with him, and to pay for the privilege?"

"I'm not throwing my marriage away. I love you. You love me." I was getting flustered, and words were slipping out, "I've only ever been with you. I want to experience another man. Besides, I'm not paying him for sex." I replied hotly.

"No, maybe not directly but you are paying close to $13,000 on the trip and don't insult me by claiming you're not planning to sleep with him while you're gone." He said sternly.

I yelled, "I'm not paying for the trip, Scott is."

In the silence that followed, I realized I had just admitted to lying to Neil about paying for the trip myself. And, I had effectively confirmed I was planning to have sex with Scott. This conversation hadn't gone the way I meant it to go.

Neil broke the silence with a whisper. "And that makes you a what?"

I broke out in tears and ran to the bedroom wailing.

I know Neil never came to bed because I didn't fall asleep for hours and he never joined me in bed.

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Saturday morning, Neil was gone before I stirred. I knew he was mad about my plan to have sex with Scott but believed he'd get over it and welcome me back with open arms when I returned.

I headed to the mall to pick up clothes for the trip. First stop was Victoria's Secret for lingerie. I bought a couple of sets but couldn't find exactly what I wanted. I thought to myself, "These will be good for Neil when I return but I need something hotter for Scott."

I tried the sex boutique at the far end of the mall. I'd never dared enter the place before.

Looking around to make sure no one I knew would see me entering, I hurried in.

A nice-looking young woman introduced herself as Jesse and offered to help me.

I explained to Jesse I was looking for something to spice up my vacation.

She replied, "We should be able to come up with something to help with that. How hot do you want to go?"

She couldn't have missed my red face. "I don't know. I've never really thought about it before. I want to turn him on. You know, make it difficult for him to keep his hands off me."

"Do you want just some lingerie or are you going for

the whole look

?" Jesse asked.

"Lingerie for sure." I said as I looked around the store. I saw a fringed sexy cowgirl costume that was barely there. "But maybe an outfit or two."

"How long is your vacation?"

"Two weeks."

"Lucky you." Jesse said, "Do you will want to start sort of slow and build the seduction? Or do you want to go full slut from the first day?

I stammered, "I don't know. Maybe I'm in the wrong place."

I turned to leave.

Before I could leave she said, "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm just trying to help you find the look you're looking for. Can I ask some personal questions without offending you?"

I turned back to her, "OK."

"First, is this trip with your husband or lover?" Jesse asked flatly.

Shocked, I started to turn and head for the door but decided I had nothing to lose. "Lover."

"OK." I could see no condemnation in her manner. "Will this be your first time with your lover or have you already been intimate?

"This will be our first time." I confessed.

Jesse considered before responding, "Now don't be offended by the term but I think what you are looking for is slut-wear. If you're headed off on vacation with him, you already have him seduced. You just want to build on the excitement. You should start further up the seduction scale and build anticipation and excitement from there."

She helped me pick out seven lingerie sets. Each different and designed to reveal more and more of my body. I had her take pictures of me as I tried each of them on. I planned to send the hottest one to Scott.

With the lingerie selected, she asked, "Will you be going out with him in the evenings where you'll need something on the formal side? Or is this vacation going to be intimate time alone?"

"We're going on a cruise."

"OK. There is usually a formal dinner, or maybe two for a longer cruise, so you'll want something formal yet revealing. I have something you'll love in the back."

In minutes, she returned with two dresses. The first was a gorgeous silver gown. It was backless and the neckline plunged to just above my navel. It was ankle length with a slit on each side up to just below my waist. It would be impossible to wear any of my new lingerie without it being seen. The front and back panels of the dress overlapped just enough at my waist to camouflage the height of the slits, as long as I was still. Walking, however, revealed all of my legs and hips. I decided I'd take it, and she took several pictures of me in it.

The next dress consisted of two narrow black strips of satin fabric laced together at the sides. The slick fabric felt delicious gliding against my erect nipples. Depending on how tightly laced it was, it could be form-fitting or completely loose and revealing. In any case, the sides of my breasts were completely visible. Of course, I bought it, and Jesse photographed me in it.

I was really getting excited thinking about how Scott would like to see me in these new clothes. I said, "I'm going to need some more casual clothes for hiking, shipboard activities, and lounging."

She was enthusiastic and we had a fun time selecting miniskirts, short shorts, tops, stockings, and shoes.

"And don't forget you'll need a bikini or two for the hot tub." She grinned leading me to a rack filled with colorful strings.

Even though I wasn't sure there was going to be a hot tub, I selected two bikinis, one electric blue and one black. Both bikinis literally consisted of string with narrow triangles. Jesse helped me stretch the top triangles enough to cover my nipples and most of my areolae. The bottom triangle covered from my clit to my asshole and nothing more. I felt so naughty I was practically dripping.

"You'll want to shave before we take pictures of these." Jesse pointed out the obvious. "We sell gel and razors if you'd like to do it now. You can use the employee's bathroom in the back."

I managed to shave without nicking myself, put the bikinis back on, and Jesse took pictures.

As I was getting ready to pay, Jesse asked, "What about something for your husband? Don't you want something special to wear for him when you return and he reclaims you?"

"I was planning on wearing what I got at Victoria's Secret for him." I said.

She frowned. "Don't you want something really hot for him too?"

That hurt. She was thinking more about my husband's feelings than I was. "Yeah, I better get something for him. What do you suggest?"

We looked around and I selected an emerald green lace teddy. It wasn't really all that special or hot, especially compared to the rest of my purchases but purchasing it soothed my conscience. I tried it on for one last picture.

I hate thinking of how much I spent on my sexy wardrobe but, after all, Scott was paying for the trip.

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As soon as I had my purchases safely stowed in the trunk, I pulled my phone out and reviewed the pictures Jesse had taken. I selected one of me in the black lace up dress and sent it to Scott.

I didn't have to wait long.

The ping of a text message roused me from my daydream. "Wow! Can't wait to unlace you. Did you get anything else?"

I responded, "Yes, but you'll have to wait until we get to Alaska to see the rest."

"OK, looking forward to having you soon."

"Me too!" I closed the conversation and drove home.

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Neil:

Monday, I talked with Ham Baker, my department manager, to let him know what was going on. He expressed his shock and condolences. He told me to take what time I needed, but to let him know when I would be out so he could make sure I was covered.

I called around and found a lawyer to handle my divorce and set an appointment for Tuesday afternoon. James Madison's secretary sent me a list of the information Mr. Madison would like me to collect before we met Tuesday.

As I started collecting the financial information the lawyer would need, I started planning what else needed to happen before my cheating wife returned from her trip.

It took some time, but I found the cruise line where Scott had the reservation. I made note of all the ports they would be visiting.

Then, I talked with the general manager of the cruise line and explained the situation and asked if they would be willing to have the captain of the ship serve the divorce papers on my wife. He was reluctant at first because he didn't want to disrupt the other passengers' trip. I explained I was determined to have her served during her trip and by having the captain serve the papers, they could control how, and within reason when it took place. My alternative, I explained, was to have a process server waiting on the dock asking each disembarking passenger for identification until they found and served my wife. He agreed to have the captain serve the papers and have the purser function as witness. We exchanged contact information and worked out how to get the papers from my lawyer to the ship's captain.

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Upon my arrival at Mr. Madison's office, I was ushered into a conference room where Mr. Madison was already waiting. He smiled warmly as he greeted me with a firm handshake.

He started the conversation, "Mr. Gamble, I am sorry we are meeting under these circumstances, but it is good to meet you. Please call me James."

"James, glad to meet you too. Please call me Neil."

"Well Neil, please let me have the details leading up to your wanting a divorce."

I told him about Chris' announcement that she was taking a two-week vacation with her would-be lover and that I wanted the paperwork done and ready to have Chris served while she was away."

"But, as far as you know, they have not consummated their affair?" he asked.

"Correct." I said, "However, they are set to leave on the trip tomorrow morning, and I fully expect by the end of the day, they will have had sex."

"And you want to serve her at the airport upon her return?" he asked.

"No, I want her served on the cruise ship." I said.

That surprised him.

I explained I had already cleared it with the general manager of the cruise line and that in the name of keeping it as low-key as possible he had agreed to have the captain serve the papers. I outlined how I had worked it out for James' office to fax the paperwork to the cruise line, and they would get it to the captain for service.

"That's all well and good." Said James. "However, we can't FAX legal paperwork in this state." He paused to think. "We can, however, send the papers FedEx if we can get the captain to receive them dockside."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Here's the contact information you will need." I said, handing him the handwritten information.

"Now, how do you want to proceed and what are you looking to take out of your marriage?" he asked.

I said, "Irreconcilable differences and we don't have a pre-nup. We can split the checking and savings accounts down the middle. I'll close all the joint credit cards. She can keep the house as long as she pays the mortgage going forward. We make about the same so no spousal support. We can keep our own retirement accounts. The car she drives is leased, in my name. I'd like to have it repossessed."

"Wow, you've done an excellent job of thinking this through. Just a thought; you might have to furnish her with a car, if you have the car she's been driving repossessed. And since it is in your name, your credit will take a hit. But you should be able to send the reporting bureaus a letter explaining the situation for inclusion in your file." He said.