This all started before we married and how we came to discover our true needs. For those annoying sticklers about semantics please notice this is the best category fit for this story from the available choices on this site.
I woke groggily, for a moment forgetting the event of the night before but as I felt the hardened crustiness around my mouth it all crashed home. I blushed, the flood of emotions coursing through my body. Disgust, embarrassment, jealousy, regret and anger all burbling painfully through my veins. The concoction causing my skin to itch. Unable to lay still even though the green LED on the clock embedded in the console next to the bed said it was 4:50 am. The body next to me stirred just a moment, my Ariel, fair skin gleaming in the low glow that never seems to leave even in the depths of the service cabins, light red hair splayed over her bare back with the blanket resting below her hips. A site to make any man stir. Even now I felt her spell seep into me, the churning eased for a moment like Maalox of an unruly meal but I knew the relief would fade all too soon.
I hit the gym, hard. Pushing my body, my muscles protesting lungs enflamed as my feet hit the rotating belt. Ignoring it all, even when the wave of endorphins washed over me ushering in my second wind I only used it to increase my intensity. Still I was unable to quiet my mind. I could find no relief from the images of Ariel's slender body in the grasp of another man, ashamed that once I'd discovered it I didn't protest worse ... I tasted her betrayal.
Over breakfast I sipped my coffee slow between sliding yellow omelet bundling cheddar cheese with red and green peppers. None of the flavors registered. When my friend Dave sat down across from me as I spooned sweet pineapple, strawberries and blueberries I could only hear my voice replying to his prompts for conversation. It barely registered when he mentioned we'd be docking later in the day to enjoy a few days on the Amalfi coast.
I droned through my day. At the computer room, the humming of fans and clacking of keys numbed my mind a little and maybe the hard work out caught up to me. Some of the pleasures that would usually take some pleasure in were lost on me. Inevitably a hot milf would flirtatiously need assistance accessing her email, someone would lose control of their computer thinking they were stealthily checking out some porn sites.
When I got back to my room I avoided checking my messages and didn't answer any calls. Eventually finding two of the guys I'd made friends with, Dave and Rob. They were pretty excited to get off the ship for the better part of the next few days.
"C'Mon Sean, it'll be just the thing to get your mind off her."
"What do you mean?" surprised he had any idea.
"Uh . well .. you know about Ariel that's got to be what has you in this mood."
"Sure, I mean how many times are we going to be free here?" I said trying to drum up some enthusiasm waving my hand over the deck to the coast rising up out teal waters as the light had begun to fade. The scrunched up boxy buildings layered along the twisting roads up the steep incline.
As we walked up the hill, I began to sweat lightly with the breeze coming from the South carrying with it the heat from the Sahara. With daylight gone with the setting of the sun we found a promising restaurant off from the main streets. Tables out in the open air patio overlooking the dark sea, crests of small waves highlighted by the low light of the moon.
The Red wine flowing freely alongside a slow procession of delicious plates. As we ate the talk got a bit looser. Pausing from describing the crew and passengers that made the most wanted cut, and the mischief Rob and Dave had gotten into when Rob directed a more personal question to me, "So are you ready to take advantage of some freedom? I mean Ariel's cool, I guess, just, fuck man, this isn't the time in your life to be tied down .."
Shaking my head, "I dunno ... I'm not sure what's going on there." The mood shifted briefly until we paid the check deciding to check out some of the nightlife we'd heard about.
It was crowded, filled with youthful bodies moving more or less with the electric beat. The scantily clad women, the heat from the press of bodies and the alcohol combined to form a triumvirate lifting me from my day long haze. We danced with a few different groups of girls, some Italian girls on holiday from further up north, some local and even a few other Europeans.
One girl from out of town in particular caught my attention. With the alcohol flowing, our bodies pressed closing in the dim red hued lights with interspersed strobing flashes, the heat from the press of bodies and our own dancing brought me to an intoxicated simmer. Her dark eyes nearly sucking me into an abyss, her fit curves filling my hands. It was enough to lift thoughts of Ariel from my mind. The first reprieve I'd had, but the delightful Maria flittered from my grasp with hurried exclamations about missing curfew.
As I scanned the room I noticed it at thinned out considerably, but I did notice one of Ariel's friends. The glow of her fair skin catching the pulsing light as she moved sensually with an Italian guy. My heart throbbed for a moment, that thrust of hurt, jealousy and desire at the thought that Ariel might be near. She was nowhere in sight.
Maria gone, and my friends having now broken off their ways I felt the mood break. I made my way back to the ship and started cleaning up to get into bed. The soft knock at the door. Ariel? My head spinning, I hadn't made up my mind yet and didn't know what I wanted to say to her. Checking the peep hole to find I was mistaken. It was Rachel, Ariel's friend looking quite a bit rougher around the edges than when I'd last seen her with the Italian boy at the club.
Opening the door, I greeted her, "Hey Rachel .. uh .. everything OK?" She tottered, hair in disarray, makeup smudged, buttons on her blouse redone unevenly. Perky, slender, tall girl with a dancer's body that always attracted attention.
"Sean, Hi!" She leapt towards me giving me an unexpected kiss and wrapping her arms around me. Her lips near my ear she whispered quietly as though a little ashamed "I .. mm" she moaned biting her lip before continuing, "hear about that dirty thing you did for Ariel .. and it turned me on so much .. then I saw you tonight at the club and well .. I had some fun with that guy you saw me with .."
My face flushed red. "She told you?!"
Ariel only stood there biting her lip, her eyes burning with need as she nodded her head. Despite myself I felt myself getting hard. With only my boxers on there was no hiding my arousal and I felt her blue eyes drop to my rising erection. Striding toward me confidently, she gripped it in her soft hands and whispered in my ear "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist, can you smell him on my breath?"
My other senses catching up I was now acutely aware of the musky scent coming from her. She kissed me deep and hard. The taste was unmistakable. I returned the kiss as she lead me towards the small bed in the corner. She lay in front of me and pushed me to my knees, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, as she revealed several love bites she drew attention to each. "Yes, look there, that felt good. Do you like seeing how he used me? He made me his slut tonight." My eyes were drawn to each. I pictured his bronzed skin sucking at her pale flesh. Next, she slide down her skirt and then her panties. "Feel how damp they are, smell them .." She stuffed them in my face. "Yes, that's a good boy, I can see how excited that gets you."
She was right, I could feel myself pushing up the fabric of my boxers. The tent pitched there was no hiding what her coming to me was doing to me. The pink satin fabric stuffed into my mouth, the scent and flavor of her arousal and musky, salty semen filling my mouth and head. I heard her giggle, "Oh my, if Ariel doesn't find a way to get you back .. I just might have to take you for myself. I'd have fun with you I think ... "
Looking up at her from my knees, my eyes followed her hungrily as her fingers traced the lines of her body. Showing off what her Italian stallion has just enjoyed. I could feel the wet spot on my boxers growing as the precum leaked from my throbbing cock. Rachel grabbed my head and pulled me towards the meeting between her legs, taking her messy panties from my mouth. "Yes, Sean, you're going to clean me like you did Ariel. It's ok, there's no shame in being a good little cum slut ..."
I could see the thick white semen beginning to leak out from between her labia. Slowly, reluctantly I leaned forward. Not waiting she pulled me in and then wrapped her legs around my head. With her dancer legs, I wasn't sure if I could break away now even if I tried. My tongue slide into her recently fucked hole, sucking as I did, her lovers jizz flowing into my mouth. I heard her moan and it encouraged me, "Uhh, yes Sean. Get your tongue in there. He was hot, and fucked me hard but he was too quick. I need your dirty tongue to take care of me .. Yes I bet you like the taste .. you dirty boy .."
My face blushed and I nearly choked as a large thick glob filled my mouth. Embarrassment at my action, her words and the dirtiness of the situation mixing intoxicatingly with lust driving me efforts harder. Finding her clit at the top of her lips I flicked furiously, rewarded with louder moans of pleasure. Her legs tightening around my head, hands gripping my curled brown hair as I slipped I finger in her dripping pussy.
I can feel just how extra wet it is sliding it in and out, my tongue flicking furiously as her hips gyrate against my face and she pulls my hair hard enough to hurt. "Don't stop I!" I hear her yell, "Where've you been? You dirty cumslut! I can't believe your licking up his cum! It gets me so hot." Her hips bucking off the bed I know she's getting closer and I keep lapping at her, sliding in a second finger. Pumping my fingers faster, tongue frequency hitting the high note Rachel squeezed my head tighter finally tipping over the edge. "That's it you dirty boy! I'm cumming!" She kept bucking against me, grinding my face into her crotch and I did not stop. Her back arching as her muscles spasmed and I felt her pussy tightening around my fingers.
When she calmed down and her legs unwrapped from my head I lifted my head up to see her chest heaving. She eyed me up and down and then crooked her finger. Indicating the discarded panties I retrieved them and got closer, she stood close. The heat radiating off her body but not quite touching me. "I guess I should reward you for a job well done? Drop those," She commanded and I slipped out of my boxers.
Taking the still damp smooth satin panties in her hand she wrapped them around my throbbing cock and moved her mouth close to my ear. "You like that don't you? Cleaning up a woman's dirty cum filled pussy. You're a nasty boy .." She began stroking slow. "But sometimes a girl needs a nasty boy ... Ariel is lucky to have you to clean her up .." She stroked a little faster, then stopped as knowing I was already close. "Promise you'll go back to her and admit she's only giving you what you want?"
The tension was palpable, the long silence dragging on. My need near bursting and my mind swirling.
Could I admit that to her? If I was honest, I knew I liked it. It hurt, yes, but in a way that felt intoxicating. I knew I would.
My head nodding.
"Say it," her tone was stern.
"I'll tell her .. It's what I want ..."
"What do you want?"
"I want her to be with other men."
"And?" She stroked a little more ever so slowly
"... and fuck them .."
"And what do you want to do with her after?"
"I want to .." I swallowed, it was hard to say, ".. clean her."
