If you read Part 1 of this story, you know me as Kathy, a married woman who enjoys her sexuality and an open marriage. I believe that my husband Dennis enjoys hearing about my adventures almost more than being an observer or participant. I know that some of you are offended by our lifestyle. That is your choice, so I suggest you might want to stop reading if you are offended.
For those who continue reading and then express your disgust with our story, well all I can say is that it is your problem, not ours. If you don't like our stories, don't read them.
For those of you who do enjoy our adventures, but don't understand our lifestyle, maybe, I should tell you more about myself.
I discovered my love of sex in the summer between high school and college. I don't fully understand why, but I am very sensitive to touch. Sensuous touch from another human, male or female, stimulates sexual desire in my mind, not to mention the electrifying pleasures surging throughout my body. I love to be stroked anywhere on my body, but certain erogenous zones are more intense than others.
My nipples, for example, seem to be hard wired to my clitoris. Licking, pinching, pulling, and nibbling on my nipple brings me to orgasm without genital stimulation. Lightly touching my anus sends shock waves into my belly through my butt, cunt, and clit. My hips buck, and moans spontaneously escape my lips. I find myself panting with anticipation of deeper probing.
I love all cocks; soft and hard. My pussy throbs with anticipation as I gently stroke or lick a limp cock to a full erection. Large, small, thick, pencil thin makes little difference. Each provides me with a different thrill. Some fit nicely down my throat or slide easily into my butt. Others stretch my cunt to instant orgasms as they fill me and pump their delicious cum into my cervix and onto other places. I love the feel of warm cum as it splatters against my face and drips off my tits.
I guess you can say I am a slut for sex, and my husband loves watching me submit to my lovers. Dennis loves me to jerk him off as I tell him how strangers used my body for their satisfaction.
I watched him undress and stroke himself to a delightful erection as I undressed to prepare for my late night party with the ship's crew. When we returned to our cabin after dinner, we found Enrico had laid out my pink MΓ©nage a Trois pullover and strappy high heel sandals. Nothing else was there for me to wear. The thought of me walking through the ship basically naked stirred Dennis's cock to full hardness.
A knock on the cabin door interrupted our unspoken thoughts. I was still naked having just pulled on the heels and fastened the thin straps around my ankles. I loved their sexy look on my bare feet. I seemed to prance to the door as Dennis watched me from the bed. I shielded my naked body with the door even though I knew my bare body was reflected in the vanity mirror behind me. Antonio greeted me with a smile, never really looking at my face. I knew his eyes were focused on the reflection of my naked ass in the mirror.
"The crew thought you might enjoy an ice cream cone before the party. I wanted to let you know someone will meet you there and guide you to the party," he said. Then he turned and walked down the corridor without even asking me to follow.
"I guess it is time," I said to Dennis as I quickly pulled the thin cotton top over my head. Checking myself in the mirror, I was thrilled at my obvious nudity. My butt cheeks were just covered, but my ass would be exposed if I bent over.
I knew that taking the stairs would reveal glimpses of my shaved pussy to anyone more than a few steps behind me. I suspected my lips would be glistening with dampness oozing from my cunt before I reached the deck. I nearly shivered with anticipation as I turned to blow my husband a kiss for luck.
I was alone in the corridor much to my disappointment, and no one followed me as I climbed the flight of stairs to the deck. It was dark and warm outside, but my nipples hardened as I stepped out and realized the pool area was full of people watching a movie. Since I was behind the screen, I knew that everyone was looking in my direction whether they noticed me or not.
A light over the ice cream dispenser meant I would be on full display for anyone who turned his or her attention to my movements. I smiled to myself as I bent over to retrieve a cone from the cabinet below the dispenser. Suddenly, I stopped wondering if anyone was watching. I froze when I felt a hand on my ass. I turned to look back over my shoulder to discover the ship's Purser in his uniform.
"Let me help you, and then you will have to come with me. Your bare ass is not allowed on this part of the deck. You need to be disciplined for breaking the rules."
The Purser reached around me to take my empty cone while pushing his crotch into my butt. I could feel his erection growing as it pressed into the crevice of my ass. He placed the cone below the dispenser with his left hand and pulled the lever with his right hand. He pressed his cheek against mine as we watched the ice cream slowly ooze from the nozzle and swirl into the cone.
As his erection forced his cock between my ass cheeks, my eyes glazed over. I watched the ice cream become one long stream of thick cum filling the gaping mouth of the cone, piling itself into an ever-taller swirl of delicious white cream. My mouth watered at the thought of it running down my throat.
He handed the cone to me as he stepped back and pointed in the direction I was to walk. "To my office," he demanded. "And don't drop the ice cream."
"Let it drip," he said as I attempted to lick the ice cream that began to melt and run over my hand.
I could feel his eyes on my butt as my pullover lifted to expose my nudity. I dared not reach to pull it down for fear of dropping the ice cream. Instead, I swayed my ass a little more as I realized he was watching my butt intently, and I remembered the feel of him pressed against me.
Now instead of pointing, he patted my ass to direct me to his office, softly running his fingers between my cheeks to keep me moving straight ahead. We met no one before reaching his office, and I stepped inside as he closed the door behind us.
"Turn around, " he commanded.
His eyes slowly travelled the length of my body as he reached for the ice cream cone.