Love, Lust, and Cuckoldry on the High Seas
Prologue
I decided to reedit and expand this story. I always intended to add a second chapter but never got around to it. The reedit expands on the relationships between our protagonists within the context of the original story.
Let me know what you think!
Chapter 1
The excitement was palpable as the four couples made their way to their suite on the cruise ship. They lived in the same cul de sac in a suburb of a major city. Over the years, they swapped babysitting, attended countless christenings, barbeques, and graduations. Now the children were all grown and gone.
It was the trip of a lifetime.
After much discussion, budgeting, and planning, they decided to take a cruise and share the four-bedroom Presidential Suite. As they opened the door to their suite, the ohhhs and ahhs filled the air.
The suite was decorated in pastel shades of pink and blue. To the left was a large pastel blue divan. The coffee table in front of it was chromed metal with a glass top. In the middle of that table was a large fruit basket with a white embossed card. Written in calligraphy in black ink on the card was the word 'welcome".
Two of the bedrooms were at either end of the spacious suite. The other two were on the wall opposite the balcony and open-air bar. The nearest of these wall bedrooms formed a short entryway next to the end suite.
Each bedroom had a private bathroom with a shower. The balcony ran the length of the suite with a dining area and eight-person hot tub on it. The couples splurged and stocked the bar in the suite with their favorite beverages.
On the bar was a magnum of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. Another card hung on a blue ribbon from the neck of the bottle. On it were the words" Compliments of the Captain."
Bill and Beverly Anderson, both 57, took the end bedroom by the entrance. They were married for 29 years. They met when she worked as a clerk in his office. They were the only couple in the group with no children. Bev compensated by lavishing love and attention on her friends' children.
Bev was always a flirt, and as she grew older, she became more flirtatious. She was a big woman at 5'7", 190 pounds.
Bill tended to be fussy. However, he was comfortable with his small circle of friends and loved his wife unconditionally.
Edward, 52, and June Summers, 54, took the bedroom adjacent to the entryway. They married right after college and had three children. While Ed tended to be a fitness buff, exercising and running regularly, June eschewed all exercise. Her pear shape attested to that. Her 34C breast emphasized her big bottom.
John, 54, and Kathy Tomlin, 50, took the wall bedroom next to Ed and June. Their neighbors affectionately referred to them as Mutt and Jeff. John packed 220 pounds on his 6' 4" frame while Kathy was a petite 5' 1", 110 pounds. Their two children had not caused any significant change in Kathy's body. Her 34B set up pert and proud. Her waist was still waspish, while the few extra pounds she gained only added a seductive roundness to her bottom.
Cleotha, 48, and Ramona Carter, 47, were African American and took the bedroom at the opposite end of the suite. They had one daughter in college.
Cleo was 6'2" 200 pounds. He worked out irregularly with Ed and was in reasonable shape. Mona was 5' 6", 170 lbs. Her 36C bosom matched her hips. She had developed a little belly pooch and was working out to reduce it.
The couples took their small carry-on luggage to their bedrooms to change. The stewards would deliver the remainder of their baggage later.
Ed Summer was first to exit his room, wearing beige swim trunks and black flip-flops. Salt and pepper hair covered his head and chest. He wore his hair longish, stopping in a full cut just below the lobes of his tiny ears. An aquiline nose sat above thin lips that always had the hint of a smile. His dark eyes mirrored that hint of a smile. His hairy legs were tan and muscular.
He checked the bar inventory and chose eight flutes for the complimentary champagne, and sat the glasses on the bar. He was bent at the waist looking for the corkscrew bottle opener, his back to the bedrooms when Bev sneaked up behind him and pinched his butt.
"What the fuck...!"
Ed bolted upright, grabbed the violated cheek with one hand, and turned to see Bev smiling devilishly. Her bathing suit was an aqua bandini top with contrasting black bottoms. The hook and strap closure, designed for smaller breasts than Bev's 38D, strained to contain this excess pulchritude. Her mules color matched the aqua top.
"Hi, Sweety," Bev purred.
"Bev, have you lost your fucking mind? The others will come out of their rooms any second!"
Ed shot a quick, nervous glance at his bedroom door, then scanned the other entries.
"You've been avoiding me!"
She stepped closer and palmed his cock, rubbing her hand up and down its length.
"Before we get off this ship, I want to feel that cock in my pussy again."
Bev glanced over her shoulder, then stepped behind the bar and squatted, letting the bar shield her from the bedroom doors.
Beads of sweat broke out on Ed's forehead as Bev pulled his swim trunks down to his hips. He was beginning to regret fucking Bev at the barbecue back in the summer. Ever since then, she had aggressively chased him for more dick.
His cock popped up, bouncing. Bev stroked it a few times while lustfully staring up at Ed, then kissed the head. She inhaled his length and greedily bobbed several times, all the while looking up into Ed's eyes.
Despite himself, Ed's hips pumped rhythmically in and out of her mouth, enjoying Bev's excellent cocksucking skills. His hand rested on her head. He groaned when Bev stood, walked around the bar, sat down on a stool, and crossed her legs.
"That's so you won't forget."
"Bev, we have to be careful," Ed said as he struggled to pull his trunks up over his rigid tool.
The clandestine blowjobs he got from Bev were exciting but terrifying. He glanced again toward the bedrooms.
"Bitch, you know I want some more of that fat pussy."
Before Beverly could answer, her husband exited their bedroom. Bill eyed them as he walked across the living area to the bar. Unbeknownst to Ed and Bev, he was aware they were carrying on a clandestine affair. He saw them fucking in the bathroom of his house.
Seeing his wife having sex with another man, especially his long time neighbor and friend, awakened odd feelings in him, none of which was outrage. Bill struggled, trying to understand these feelings.
"That champagne looks inviting, Ed! Pour the corn!"
"Bill, we need to wait for the others. Then we'll toast our cruise!"
Cleo and Mona were having sex in their shower. Mona leaned against the shower wall under the showerhead, the hot water streaming off her dreadlocks while her husband's huge cock slowly moved in and out of her creaming pussy.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me deep! Get all of your pussy."
"Baby, you got that best cunt ever! I could fuck you all day."
