"Well, Sharon, are you up for it?"
It was Debby on the phone; I knew exactly what she was talking about, but I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it.
"Let's meet up on the deck and talk. I'll see you in 5 minutes."
I turned to my husband, Joe. He gave me a knowing smile.
"I know what you're thinking. You're starting to get cold feet. I just want to let know that whatever you want to do I stand behind completely. I had a phenomenal time last night, as I'm sure you did. If you want to go over to Debby and Robs' tonight, I want you to go and have a good time. Just give me all the details when you get back!" he said with a wink.
Last night, the second night of our week long cruise, Debby and I seduced my loving husband, using him as our personal fucktoy. I have never done anything like this before (although I've fantasized about it). I'm sure the champagne and my horniness had a lot to do with it, but now I was worried. Worried that if I went through with Debby's plan to do the same to her husband tonight, I would lose my husband, despite his reassuring words. It's not that I wouldn't like a roll in the hay with Rob; he was very good looking, and according to Debby, a real stud in the sack. I guess I just had cold feet.
I went up on the deck to talk to Debby, with the hope of talking her out of her plan. As we sipped our mai tais, it was apparent there would be no dissuading her. "Look," she said, "Lets admit it; we had a blast last night. We used Joe for what he was at the time. Just a cock for us to play with. He was no different than any other dildo to me. Today he is my friend and your husband again. Nothing has changed. I'm just saying why not do it again, but with a different dildo this time? Besides, this way we'll feel even. You'll have borrowed my fucktoy in return for my borrowing yours. I've already talked to Joe this morning; I know he's O.K. with it."
She had me there. Besides, when would I ever get the chance to fuck a stud like Rob with my husbands' permission again?
"What the hell, lets go for it!" I said. "How do we set it up?"
"You just let me take care of that. I'll talk to you at dinner".
About an hour before dinner, Joe called me from the casino; he had qualified for the blackjack tournament, and it would be going on for a few hours. He said he would catch up with me later.
"Oh, by the way, if you get delayed, I'll be waiting for you in our cabin" he said with a laugh.
I could see that Debby's plan was going into effect already; she obviously had talked Joe into disappearing, and he was willing. I guess it was up to me. I suppose I could have just not shown up, but I thought, that bastard, he's setting it up for me to fuck someone else! I might as well accommodate him!
I put on my sexiest black teddy set with sheer black thigh highs and low cut sheer silk blouse with a skirt just long enough to cover my stocking tops, and my favorite fuck me heels. We'll see who's afraid to go through with this, I thought!
When I arrived at the restaurant, Debby and Rob were already there; Debby was also looking hot in a tight fitting dress showing off her D – cups, as well as nice sheer stockings and heels.
When Rob saw me he said "Damn, is this a hot chick contest between you two? You both look sexy as hell!"
"You think this is hot, you should see what's underneath!" I said, trying to sound confident.
They both smiled at that, although Rob did look a little confused. I told them about Joe and the blackjack tournament, and although we would miss him at dinner (and afterwards, I thought!), we all drank a toast to his luck.
As dinner progressed, Debby and I both drove Rob to distraction with little touches and footsie games. I could tell he was loving it, although a few times I sensed that he was embarrassed when my stocking clad foot lightly brushed against his crotch. When we were walking out after dinner, I took his left arm as Debby took his right. As we walked out on the nearly empty deck, Debby reached up and kissed his right cheek. Not to be outdone, I kissed his left. Suddenly Rob stopped.
"What the hell is going on here! I can handle my wife trying to get me horny, but you too Sharon? I'm not so sure Joe would think this is O.K."
We took him over to the rail and Debby told him softly, "Darling, Sharon and I are going to use you as our sex slave tonight. There is nothing you can do about it; we've already decided. Sharon, hand him your walkie-talkie; Rob, call Joe; he will confirm it's alright."
While Debbie and I slowly traced our fingers around his manhood, he took the radio and called Joe. As I expected, Joe told him that everything was O.K., and to have a good time. We headed back to their cabin arm in arm. A million thoughts were racing through my mind.
"Do you really want to do this? You can still back out!"
But the dampness between my legs was slowly winning out. I wanted to see if this guy was as good as advertised.
When we got to the cabin, there was champagne on ice with three glasses. That little vixen thought of everything! This time Debby was the one in charge.
"Strip down to your underwear!" she told Rob.
He looked at her and slowly started to comply.
"We're in charge tonight; if you want to get anything from either of us, you'll do as I say to the letter, understand?"
