What a day! A few hours earlier I heard the ship's horn from aboard a ship for the first time. I was, finally, on a cruise, after fantasizing about it for so many years!
Maybe I should go back. Two months ago Geoffrey sprang the news on me that he had fallen for someone other than me. Considering Geoffrey was my husband of ten years, and that our marriage had always been solid and smooth both, this piece of news rocked me to my core. I went from sadness to anger, to strange moments of aggressive lust, even to hate. I cried several times a day and had nightmares, until I questioned my very sanity.
Then, one day, out of nowhere, or at least it seemed that way, I got tired of this, and realized it was time to change. I never was a victim and would not start now. The hell with Geoffrey. I decided to do one thing I always wanted to do, and that is, to get a whopping pair of eye turning boobs. Yes, me, the five foot seven blonde, mother of two, thirty-two year old wanted to remember what it was to be a woman!
The plastic surgeon, highly recommended by all my friends (amazing how many had visited the the plastic surgeon, I had no idea) did show some surprise at my special request. He said he would look into it, then a few weeks later told me it was kind of, you know, out of protocol, but after consulting with tattoo artists and doing his own medical research, he thought he could do what I asked. I was delighted to see the results - my breasts, now very full, crested by my silver-dollar-sized aureolas in deep, dark brown color! My own doctor looked at them proudly and said "wonderful, this strawberry strawberry and chocolate combo looks great!" And that is how I came to think of them, strawberry and chocolate.
I stayed at my sister's two weeks to recover from the surgery. That meant that by the time I was recovered, Geoffrey had not had sex with me in almost three months. Oh yes, ever since he told me about his escapade, the gate, that is to say, my legs, closed and denied passage. This time the expression "fuck him" did not apply. To make his time harder, I spent those that time running and working out, leaving my body a fine tuned instrument, and my ass a chiseled work of art. I knew Geoffrey was salivating. Let him, I thought.
Finally, Geoffrey asked what it would take to get things back to normal. I told him that I didn't know that things would ever get back to normal, but he could try by getting us on a cruise, like I had asked him to do a million times before. Of course, he had always ignored my requests. But when he saw me return from my sister's in a black tank top bursting at the chest, he did not hesitate The next day I had tickets on the kitchen counter.
When we woke up on the day of sailing, Geoffrey asked for morning lovemaking, like we used to do. "No, baby, that is not how this will work. You have to earn it. After your affair, things are much harder. So keep trying, and maybe on the cruise you'll get you some, but then again I won't guarantee a thing." I was not going to make this easy.
So today was the day. We sailed from Miami, waving to people on land, saying goodbye to something, I am not sure what.
Inside the ship, people were running about, excited to have begun the adventure. Geoffrey, was excited too, but not only about the cruise, I could tell. I told him to wait for me at a piano the bar while I checked out our room. What I really wanted was to change into my planned outfit for the evening: a tight jeans skirt that went up to mid-thigh and which could go higher with ease, a tight blue low-cut blouse that showed cleavage and accentuated shape, worn without a bra, black high heeled shoes, and shiny gloss over my lips. Shit, I did not look good, I looked terrific!
When I got to the bar Geoffrey was into his third drink. I guess he was nervous or something. The piano player was playing good tunes and Geoffrey said, "Honey, let's dance." Why not? We moved slowly to an Elton John piece and Geoffrey's hand quickly came to my ass. I did not like it - he was drunk, and drunks don't turn me on.
"Why did you have to start drinking so fast? Dammit, Geoffrey, the cruise has just begun!"
"C'mon honey, don't start nagging. I am hot for you, I am dying to make love to you, can't you see it?"
What I could see was that this little mixture of booze and lust was making him loud and embarrassing - I had already noticed people pointing at us. So I told Geoffrey to go the room and wait for me there. He left off, walking unsteadily, and I decided to explore the ship while my desire to slap Geoffrey subsided. Gosh, whatever happened to my marriage? Was it because I really am a nag? Or because he is an idiot and I didn't see it before? Neither option was good.
