She loved him. No matter what they said or thought she loved him. But, no sex for.....whatever, it seemed like forever. And now this. A reconciliation, a re-connect 3-day booze cruise to try to make it work and the s.o.b. was sea sick on the first hour out from shore!
She went up deck to the 24 hr. buffet to get a snack before she sat out the cruise with him moaning in bed.
Maybe it was the frustration, maybe the moon phase, but she seemed to glow from within. A warm sexual glow that made her seem hazy and golden as if she was walking in a cloud of estrogen laden pheromones.
There were various groups of younger men, drinking, bored and looking for fun in the buffet lounge.
She was like fresh meat in a den of horny lions. Daniella in the lions den and, if her secret self had its way, she really didn't need or want any Biblical intervention, except the chance to say over and over again, Oh! My God!
Tall, attractive, cute, and full of himself, one of the always sexually successful since high school, self confident jocks hit her up.
She couldn't help herself and automatically flirted back.
He took her tray, to help her, and led her back to his table where his buddy's were hanging out.
The ship was 2 hours out from shore. It was 10PM. It was warm, tropical and the moon was full.
Her husband, the one who had taken the sleeping pills to try to sleep off the sea sickness just as she left for the buffet, somehow didn't intrude on her thoughts.
