It was the second day of my cruise and while I was eating dinner, he asked if he could join me. My mind was looking for a polite way to say no but my mouth was saying of course. I came on this trip to be alone and not be bothered with another man. My husband Jack was sitting in our Atlanta home thinking I was in an accounting conference in Miami. I did fly to Miami but skipped the accounting conference for this cruise so I could decide what to do with Jack. Our marriage had gone flat, my life was boring beyond belief, so I had a lawyer draft divorce papers. The idea of divorcing Jack after 18 years of marriage, three years of exclusive dating before that and two kids seemed cold, so I had the attorney hold onto them. I had been thinking of Jack for the last 48 hours and my mind was still in the same quagmire it was when I left Atlanta.
Dan was my new dinner companion. He saw the indents on my ring finger where my wedding bands were. They were now stashed in my luggage. I don't know why I took them off. I told Dan I was recently separated, no big hoorahs, the marriage died with nearly a whimper. Dan had been engaged for the last year and she recently broke the engagement.
After dinner, we headed to the bar and celebrated our broken hearts. One drink led to three and some dancing and then we were back in his room raiding the bar. He put on some music, we danced again, and I could feel him getting hard against me. I started unbuttoning his shirt, he undid my blouse and bra. For the first time in 21 years a man other than Jack was playing with my exposed breast. I couldn't remember that last time Jack and I had sex, I assumed it was that forgettable.
Dan fucked me good; I came so many times I lost count. A few minutes after he came inside me, he pushed my head down wanting me to suck him off and get him hard again. I would have slapped Jack for that request, instead I was sucking a mixture of my pussy juice and his come off his cock. Round two was even better than the first and when Dan was done, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I hadn't felt that satisfied in a decade or more, or maybe ever. My phone woke me up. It was a text from Jack asking if I was ok. I quickly got dressed and ran to my room, somehow thinking Jack would know I was in another man's bed.
I was having a light lunch when Dan appeared at my table. He sat down without asking this time and wanted to know if I was ok since I didn't say goodbye. I mumbled that I never did anything like that before. What's to worry he said, your separated and it's time to start enjoying life. He asked me to join him on the day's shore excursion to one of the beaches. I told him I didn't bring a suit and said there must be a place on the beach.
Dan picked out a suit that left most of my body exposed and a big jar of sunscreen. He said he was going to enjoy making sure I didn't get sunburned. Somehow, we ended up on a topless beach and he insisted I remove my top. I enjoyed the feel of exposing my tits, Dan enjoyed rubbing sunscreen into them and my butt cheeks that the thong bottoms didn't cover. He had lit a fire when working on my tits. He flipped me over and started applying sunscreen on my ass, pulling the thong aside and using his thumbs to work on my rosebud. Another thing I would never do with Jack. The sunscreen acted as a lubricant, and he was soon working his two thumbs into my ass. I was surprised at the intensity of my orgasm. Dan whispered into my ear that I must love anal.
After dinner and a couple of drinks, we ended up back in his room. Once the door was closed, we ripped each other's clothes off and were fucking on the bed. He had me get on my knees and started fucking me from behind. He found some real lube this time and both his thumbs were soon buried in my ass. I turned to look at him and told him to fuck my virgin ass. The head of his cock was soon pressed against my rosebud. He must have had it well stretched because it didn't hurt as much as expected. Dan kept adding lube and soon his cock was fully buried in my ass. I was soon having the most intense orgasms. After he filled my ass with his come, he got in the shower, and I fell asleep in his bed again. I ignored Jack's text in the morning and fell back to sleep.
The next day we were in a new port and Dan found another topless beach. I was more comfortable going topless and when Dan suggested we go for a walk I agreed. We had walked a hundred yards down the beach when we passed and old couple coming our way. The old man couldn't take his eyes off my tits. Dan gave the guy his phone and asked him to take a picture of us. The old man readily agreed. We smiled at each other as the man snapped away and the wife was getting pissed.
We found a little private cove and Dan dragged me in. We started kissing and he began playing with my tits. Fortunately, no one was around. He slipped his hand into my bottoms and remarked that my pussy was gushing. I pulled out his now hard cock and started stroking it. Dan pushed me to my knees; I didn't put up a fight. I was aggressively sucking him off trying to get him as deep in my throat as possible. Then I heard men snickering behind me. I went to pull off but Dan held my head on his cock and told me not to stop. He filled my mouth shorty after that. He pulled me up and turned me to face my audience. There were four black men standing there clapping, two of them were stroking their cocks.
I was caught in indecision as Dan wrapped and arm around me from behind and cupped one of my breasts. His other hand slid into my bottoms, and he began to finger fuck me. The two guys began furiously jerking off and I swear the three of us came together. I came so hard I collapsed on my knees. Dan had to help me up. Later on, he showed me the video of me sucking him off while the other guys were watching. I was shocked and then wet.
After dinner and dancing, Dan and I fucked all night. I had to beg off anal because my ass was sore from the night before. My pussy was getting sore, but we only had one more night of the cruise after this. I made sure I gave him an outstanding blowjob before we started fucking so he wouldn't last that long.
We had one more beach day on a new island. Somehow Dan found a nude beach. Most of the people on the beach were old men, so we took a long walk and found an isolated cove before we took our clothes off. Dan got a kick applying sunscreen to my naked body and his hard cock was bouncing up and down, so I took him in my mouth. After sucking him for a few minutes, Dan flipped me on my knees and slammed his cock into my pussy. I immediately started coming. I could see from the sun's shadow that he was recording this too. I was coming so hard that I didn't care. I also didn't care that some of the old men had followed us and were watching us fuck. Five old men stood there jerking off. Dan made it obvious when he pulled his cock out of my pussy and slowly shoved it in my ass. I was coming so hard I don't know what I would have done if they approached us.
That night was our last night together, I think even Dan was spent from the afternoon sex on the beach. We began a slow fuck. He started taunting me, that I really enjoyed the sex with the two groups of men watching me. Maybe he should have invited the old men over so I could suck them off. Would you have sucked them off. 'I would have done anything you wanted me to Dan.' And the four black guys he asked. Yes, and the four black guys I told him. We both came hard and fell asleep with his cock in my pussy.
The next morning was a mess as we rushed to shower and get our stuff packed to disembark. I barely made it to the airport in time. For the first time in days, I checked my phone and found that Jack stopped texting me after the second day when he asked if I was ok. I realized I hadn't thought of Jack since then. I sent him a text asking him to pick me up at the airport right before I had to put my phone in airplane mode.
On the plane ride home, I drifted in and out of sleep and realized that I was overthinking my whole relationship with Jack. He was really a catch and many of the women I knew would die to be married to Jack. I planned to cancel the divorce papers when I landed.
While waiting for my luggage I received a text from Jack saying he could not pick me up because he had made other plans for that time. Most of the good will I had conjured up regarding Jack quickly evaporated. It took another 30 minutes to get an uber to take me home. What good will was left evaporated when I saw his car in the driveway. Hauling my luggage up to the front door, I ripped it open and said, "what the fuck Jack." I found him sitting in the living room, the lights off and an acrid odor in the house.
"What the fuck Jack," I repeated. "And what the fuck is that smell." I began opening the living room windows.
"How was the cruise Vickie," he asked.
"What the fuck Jack, you know I was bored out of my mind in an accounting conference."
"Vickie, there was a time when if you were honest with me, that maybe we could have found a way to save our marriage. I don't know why you couldn't. I think I tried but everything I tried seemed to alienate you further. Even now at the eleventh hour, actually way past that, you still can't be honest with me."
"What the fuck are you talking about Jack. You're making no sense. God what is that smell?"
"Vickie, remember by best friend Pete, I was best man at his wedding, and he was best man at mine. Although older, he is his good friends with a frat guy named Dan who is getting married next month or was. Dan had decided instead of the traditional bachelor party, he was going to take a short cruise. Of course, he shared with his frat buddies the pictures and videos of this amazing chick he met on the cruise and of course, Pete shared them with me. Did you know Dan was getting married next month?"
I collapsed on the floor and started to cry. I looked around and saw the rest of my luggage and some black trash bags sitting in the corner. And I also noticed that all our wedding pictures and any picture of me had been removed from the living room. Along with the big pile of ashes in the fireplace, was the cover of our wedding album.
The sense of shock overwhelmed me. How could this all go so fucking wrong?
How could Dan have lied to me from the moment we met through their tearful goodbye. The ring of the doorbell startled her.
"That's for you Vickie, you might as well answer it."
I opened the door, a man asked my name and if I had id, then he handed me a manilla envelope telling me I had been served.
"Of course those are the divorce papers on grounds of infidelity. There are copies of the pictures that Dan posted and a DVD with the videos. Of course, your heartfelt confession that you would do anything Dan asked, including servicing a bunch of strangers isn't included yet. I also had my attorney include a copy of the prenup you insisted we sign, basically awarding all assets accrued during the marriage to the wounded party in case of infidelity. You were so concerned I would cheat on you. So, this house and everything else we own is mine. I will let you keep your car."
"I have also filed suit against Dan for alienation of affection, including the pictures and a copy of the DVD which he will be receiving now in case your phone blows up. Since misery loves company, his lovely young fiancé received her copy as his plane was landing. I don't expect to get any money out of it, but it was worth a try."
"You really need to leave now Vickie, the sight of you is going to make me vomit. I'll help you get your stuff to the car."
Jack carried all my stuff to the car and helped me stand up, but I sank back down and continued to cry.
"I'm going to call an uber for you, you're in no shape to drive. I'll have them take you to your parents. In the envelope, you will also find a restraining order I filed against you, in twenty minutes you are no longer allowed withing 100 feet of the house. Maybe your father can pick up your car tomorrow."
When the uber came, Jack helped me into the car. No words were exchanged between us. My father was on the phone with Jack seconds after I entered his house.
I heard my father yell, "What the fuck Jack?"
Jack really liked my father, and Dad had put him on speaker phone. I heard Jack say, "You may remember that Vickie said she was going to an accounting conference last week in Miami. That's not where she went. I am going to send you a picture of where she went and with who. There's a bunch of pictures that are much worse, pictures and videos of your daughter that no father would want to see. But if you do want to see them, I'll have my lawyer send over the DVD in the morning."
My father didn't say goodbye to Jack, he was too busy yelling "What the fuck Vickie."
