Chapter 1 of a new series. Katy invites her friend Kristen to go on an unusual cruise with her in the Mediterranean. Kristen's wonderful husband, Carl, says she can go with his blessing.
Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead.
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Kristen sighed quietly to herself with disappointed resignation as her loving husband, Carl, rolled off of her. She had barely got revved up yet again while her husband after much kissing, cuddling and boobplay had worked himself into his usual 3 minute lather before depositing his little load in her desperate pussy. "You are so gorgeous, Kristen. Boy, am I so lucky to have met a firecracker like you! I love you so much. You are the world to me", Carl said as he recovered his breath & snuggled her tight as they lay in bed. They soon fell asleep for the evening.
That he was so lucky. Carl was a wonderful husband. Kristen knew that. He was an up and coming young senior finance executive in a major mining corporation, with an MBA. Only 32 years old, he already was pulling down $400K per year plus bonuses. The job did keep him away from home at times with trips to mine sites and overseas to see banks and investors, but they lived in a beautiful apartment in downtown Sydney that was already nearly paid off. He drove a BMW Series 4 coupe. They went away overseas 3 times in the past 6 years, a northern winter ski-ing trip to Banff Springs in the Canadian Rockies and two trips to Europe including cities like Paris, Rome, Praha, Budapest, Riga, Berlin and München.
Carl was cute and quite pretty without being effeminate. He was not a particularly sporty type himself, being only about 175 cms tall and 70 kg. He did love sport to watch as a pastime, though, and with his job, was able to get corporate seats at many of the big games. This made him popular with the other young execs in the industry and other associates.
Carl and Kristen had been married for six years, having met at their final year at University when Carl was doing his MBA and Kristen her 4-year fashion business course. Kristen is 3 years younger than Carl at only 29. She truly was gorgeous. She was not tall enough to be a runway model, but had a killer body that was sensational in a bikini (and would not have been out of place in Nuts or Maxim or magazines like that). Kristen was just a bit shorter than Carl at 163 cms, but weighted only 57 kg. She had an hourglass figure on that little bottle blonde frame with natural 35D breasts with long, responsive, dark brown nipples. She loved having her boobs played with, which Carl was especially talented at she had to agree, sucking on them gently in a way that never failed to get her motor started. Her hips were 36 and waist 26. Her bottom was round and firm, a nice handful to grab. Her pussy she kept neatly trimmed with a little triangle of hair above her slit -- her clit protruded a little and was very responsive. When she played with herself (as she did often to make up for Carl's speedy shortcomings), it never took her long to get herself off. She knew exactly where to hit the spot. Carl was also a good pussy licker, which they also did at times to help Kristen climax when she was really horny and needed desperately to be finished off.
Kristen and Carl did not have any children but were sure trying (the growing concern was that what bullets Carl did shoot in her pussy might be blanks). Kristen, being a fashion graduate who had run her own net-based clothing business from home for a while, was certainly no prude. In fact, although completely faithful to Carl since when they met 8 years earlier, she was, as Carl put it, a firecracker. She really was a very horny, sexy girl -- hence the growing frustration over the years.
Kristen certainly played up a bit at Uni prior to meeting Carl. She had been with several boys since she was 16, even had a threesome once in her late teens (which wasn't as much as she had hoped as the participants were all too drunk), and had on occasion played with some of her girlfriends as well (which she did enjoy although she didn't class herself as genuinely bi). Kristen even had a cute little bluebird tattoo on her torso just to the left above her pussy, which you could see if she wore one of her more daring bikinis like her red mesh Wicked Weasels. Carl loved her little tatt. She got that after losing a dare with Katy, her bestie friend, soon after her 21st birthday.
Carl knew he couldn't always satisfy his horny, gorgeous wife. He adored the ground she walked on. He tried his best, but he often just got too excited. Moreover, he only had a fairly small penis (4 inches -- 10 cms when hard), and although he and Kristen had sex often, it was nearly always fairly quick. They had tried a number of things to spice it up -- Kristen had a great collection of sexy lingerie and teeny weeny bikinis. She also liked flirting a lot. She loved getting dressed in some of her "out there" fashion (including some lines she used to sell) to go out with Carl or with her girlfriends: leather dresses, way short skirts, boots, 4 inch plus high heels, stockings, little tank tops, plunging neckline gowns for evening, etc.
Carl also had no problem with his gorgeous, little wife being a flirt. He sometimes encouraged it. It made his willy go rock hard in a flash, and it usually meant he got to make passionate (quick) love to her when they got home. He especially got excited when guys asked her to dance at clubs or parties. Pool parties were a particular treat as he was able to enjoy Kristen parading in front of everyone in her teeny weeny bikinis. It was often those occasions that afterwards he got to lick out Kristen's pussy to bring her to orgasm, which he loved doing. Kristen would come home already dripping wet from her pussy. He saw it as her turn, but he also got benefits. He did get great pleasure showing off his horny, beautiful wife -- it made him so proud that she was his wife.
It was true they were madly in love, but for Kirsten it was just the bedroom that still needed something new. Kristen had started to enjoy Carl's penchant for dirty talk in the bedroom. He would sometimes warm her up, dreaming up sexy stories nearly always about her -- with other men. At first, she wasn't sure about it, and wondered about her cute little husband. But she soon came to enjoy his sexy stories very much as they turned her on. She dreamt about them in her mind as he told them -- stories about her being a model; a stripper; and meeting buff guys with huge dicks who pound her pussy into multi-orgasmic submission. It got to the point when she actually looked forward to the nights when he told his sexy story first. She would gently play with his little dick to get it hard while he fingered her and told the story. Once or twice, she got so horny, she asked Carl to fist her -- that really turned her on as it felt like her pussy was finally getting filled. She gushed heaps of girly cum then.
Kristen knew she was in a rut sexually, but she didn't want to lose her wonderful, little man. She needed sex and lots of it. She had got hornier as she had more into her 20s. She also wanted to be a mum. But she would never go behind Carl's back deliberately. A solution had to be found, but what she didn't know. That's where Katy came back into her life.
Katy had always very active sexually as well at Uni. Like Kristen, she was also gorgeous -- not as petite; more athletic (at school, she was a champion runner). She was almost 180 cms, and weighed a lithe 67 kg. Her breasts were not as large as Katy's -- 34B, and her waist was 37-38. But she had legs that went to heaven, olive complexion with brunette hair (there was some Italian buried in the family genes) and again was not far off runway model material. She was a lawyer who worked for a smaller city partnership, that focused on commercial transactions, after Uni. That was where she met her husband, Chris. He was also a good sportsman in his younger days, and still played top level softball when he could. When he won a promotion to one of the top shelf firms in Melbourne, Katy went with him. They soon married, and not long after had a beautiful baby boy who was now 4 years old.
Katy hadn't seen Kristen in some time. They had got together a few times since Katy had moved to Melbourne, but with their busy lives, it seemed very hard to do it regularly. They did speak on the phone on occasions and caught up over Facebook with each other often. Some things though, Katy did not talk to Kristen about over Facebook -- especially sex. Unlike Kristen, Katy did play around since being married. She had told Kristen about one or two of her sexual adventures, but nowhere near everything -- until now, including the fact she did it with the full blessing of her husband, Chris, on condition he was told about it all and that she was discreet. Accordingly, most of Katy's adventures were done out of town.
Kristen had confided to Katy in their phone chats and get-togethers that as much as she loved Carl, and he adored her, she was struggling to get full sexual satisfaction and was searching for "something else" that wasn't done behind Carl's back nor hurt their marriage. Kristen wondered whether Carl would agree to an arrangement like Katy had with Chris, but was too afraid to bring it up -- notwithstanding the sexy stories he spun about her being royally fucked by hung men.
Katy had been planning her next out of town adventure. She had come to the conclusion she needed to help her best friend, though, and so resolved to propose that Kristen come with her. She had found out a particular private charter cruise which would be sailing the Eastern Mediterranean for 7 days around Croatia, Albania and Montenegro out of Venezia. It would be leaving in a month, so although she had known about it for a while (including booking it for herself), she knew she needed to move fast if she wanted Kristen to be able to come with her. Katy had already discussed it with Chris, who was actually very excited about it, and arrangements at her end were done (including childcare for little Dylan).
