The previous night was one of the wildest, most erotic, completely insane things that I'd ever experienced. While things were escalating, I kept expecting Drew to call it off. When Carson had whispered to me on the dance floor that Drew told him I wasn't wearing panties, I couldn't believe it. When he suggested I make up the story about touching me on the dance floor to see how Drew would react, and see if Drew would suggest sleeping with him, I told Carson he was crazy.
Later, I thought for sure that if I told Drew he would have to grab Carson's penis and guide it into me, that would be the end of it. But every chance I gave to Drew to stop the night from heading to the place where I had another man's cock inside me was met with Drew taking the next step. And I would have been completely content had it ended at any point.
Instead, I ended up having the most intense orgasm of my life when Drew licked my pussy clean after Carson had cum inside me. I'd never squirted before, didn't even know that was a thing that women did! But as I came to in the early morning of our second day on the cruise, my pussy still slightly sore from the night before and worried about how Drew would react the morning after, I knew I wanted to feel that again.
It wasn't long before I did, but before we get to what happened on the final night of our three days of hedonistic, carnal pleasure, I want to tell you about how I returned the favor to Drew.
The first thing I did after waking up on the second day of our cruise was to pull the sheets off my gorgeous husband and bring his cock to life with my mouth. I could still taste both of us on him, and it wasn't long before he awoke and was hard once more. I straddled him and we gently made love in the morning sun.
After a few minutes, though, Drew realized how late it was, and that if we didn't hurry, we'd miss our shore excursion to ride horses around a ranch in Ensenada. We hurried through our showers and got dressed, myself in daisy dukes and a little tube top with no bra or underwear, and him in shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off his strong legs and tight upper body. While he had some streaks of grey coming into his full, curly brown hair, I thought he looked ten years younger this morning.
After grabbing a couple of coffees and a danish to go from the buffet, we made our way off the ship, and while we were waiting in line, I heard a familiar voice behind us. It was Carson and his friends. He saw me looking back at him and gave a small wave that I returned shyly before turning back to my husband.
"Oh god, I hope he doesn't want to talk," I said to Drew.
"Why's that," Drew asked.
"I'm just... I'm so embarrassed about last night. I still can't believe..."
Before I could finish or Drew could answer, Carson had interrupted.
"Hey good morning! You look great, Sally. Where are you guys off to?"
I managed a weak smile but didn't say a word.
"Horseback riding, then back to the ship," Drew answered when he realized I wasn't going to.
"Sounds romantic. Well, we're all renting Sea-Doos and then hitting Papas and Beer for lunch. You guys are welcome to join us if you're done with your ride by then."
"Sure, Carson, maybe we will."
I was shocked that Drew had semi agreed to meet them. We hadn't yet talked about last night, with the hurry to get ready in the morning, but I felt a wave of relief when I realized that, at the very least, Drew wasn't furious about it.
"Great! Don't know if you've been but it's crazy there, girls doing body shots off each other, guys doing shots off girls."
"Okay well, if we don't make it I guess we'll see you at dinner."
Carson went back to his friends, and Drew leaned over to give me a kiss and hold my hand as we made our way to shore.
When we finally got some time alone while riding on the mountain trails, we did talk about the night before. I explained to Drew that I didn't know what got into me, but the flirting was fun and I could see it turning him on, so I exaggerated what had gone on the dance floor with Carson.
Drew thought I might have been, but he also admitted that it had turned him on and that the whole night had been like a surreal dream. He didn't regret anything and wanted to make sure that I didn't either.
I hadn't regretted it, but I also let him know that I wasn't looking for anything like that before and wasn't looking for it to be a regular thing for our marriage. He agreed and also stressed that he wasn't looking for a quid pro quo. What happened, happened because we were both into it, because we trusted each other to do something wild, and that was all that mattered.
"But if I did feel like I owed you one?" I asked.
Drew looked down at his horse and then at me, "I don't want anyone but you, Sally. And I don't think we have to worry about any women throwing themselves at me like Carson did to you."
"Oh I don't know, Drew, you're the hottest man I know. And you didn't answer the question."
"I mean, look, if the situation presented itself and you were as excited about seeing me with someone as I was seeing you last night. I mean, if I thought it was about us, then, sure. But I don't want you to feel like you owe me. You don't owe me anything. You're incredible."
Have I mentioned how awesome my husband is? I decided right then that I was going to do everything in my power to give him the same experience he'd given me. I wanted to feel what it was like to guide his cock into another woman, to see another woman pleasured by him. Thinking about it made my aching pussy begin to soak.
"Let's go to Papas and Beer after the ride. I want to see what this body shot thing is all about."
The place was by no means packed when we got there, but we instantly realized we were outnumbered by college-age kids by 15 or 20 to 1. Sure, there were a few older couples and single men hanging out around the perimeter, but without the invite from Carson, I'm sure we would have turned around and left the moment we entered the place.
Carson and his friends, along with a half dozen or so girls, were crowded around a waist-high table filled with buckets of beer and plates of french fries and had obviously been drinking for a while. We'd barely said hello when I overheard one of the girls asking "who had invited their parents?"
Carson replied, "You wish your parents were as cool as these two. Hey, shot guy!"
Carson had raised his hand to a guy carrying a tray of small, green shot tubes who was passing by.
"One for my friend, Sally."
The server came over and asked me if I wanted the shot, I said yes, and before I knew it, he'd pulled my tube top up over my boobs, exposing them to the room, then grabbed my waist, flipped me over so that his head was in my crotch. He extended the shot towards my flailing hands and said, "Drink, or you stay here!"
From my upside-down position, I could see the crowd all watching and cheering, including Drew. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when everyone began chanting "Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Once again I felt the wetness between my legs. The same one that had come when Drew had flashed my ass to the dance floor the night before. At 45 years old, I was realizing that I may, in fact, be an exhibitionist. The thrill was like nothing else outside of the bedroom. Terrifying yet electric. I reached out, grabbed the shot, and sucked it into my mouth. The tequila was weak as hell, but by the time the server had flipped me back around to my feet, I already felt drunk.
"Whooooo!" I yelled and the crowd cheered back as I pulled my top down back over my boobs.
And just like that, we were accepted into Carson's group, drinking beers and chatting away the early afternoon. I kept my eyes open to see if Drew was getting any attention from the ladies, but wasn't noticing anything. I needed help. When Drew went to the restroom, I decided to take my chance, sliding next to Carson and trying to talk quietly over the loud music and raucous crowd.
"Hey," I said.
