Sin at Sea (14 page)

I laughed. It was the maritime equivalent of ‘do you come here often?’ Never would such a lame statement move me.

The wife looked at him after the elbow. “Don’t speak,” she said seriously. He started to open his mouth, but she gestured a closing motion with her hand and he stopped.

I couldn’t help myself. “Wow. I swear I saw that move on
The Dog Whisperer
.” If they didn’t like it, it didn’t matter to me. I could make Mr. BE’s night memorable with or without help.

Brushing her long blonde hair back from her face, she smiled, “That’s where I discovered it. Works on men, too. You should try it some time.” She smiled sweetly at my cruise husband.

“Yes, well, I never need to. He’s perfect.” I shrugged.

“No man is perfect,” she argued as she studied him a minute. “Leaves the seat up.”

Shaking my head, I said, “Nope.”

“Leaves empty boxes in the pantry?”

I looked at him, but he really didn’t seem the type. “Afraid not.”

I could see she was going to just keep going, so I helped her out. “He helps out around the house, he’s gainfully employed, he lets me have all the girl time I want,” I said, looking at her meaningfully. “He always makes sure I come before he does. I get it when I want, where I want, how I want. Hell, we did it in the hot tub just the other night.”

There it was. Match point.

Glancing at him, she eyed me, looking at the top of my sundress and my ample cleavage. “All the girl time you want, huh?” She asked licking her lips.

“Yes, but he’s more of a joiner and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Last time, we laid down some ground rules and he obeyed completely.” I was afraid that the word ‘obeyed’ might have set him off, so I squeezed his leg reassuringly. He must have caught on because he began massaging my leg.

“Well, what are your rules?” She asked curiously.

“I tell you what,” I began. “I’ve had enough sushi, and now I’m really ready to eat. If you care to join us in our stateroom, this is the number.” I grabbed my eyeliner from my clutch and wrote it on the cocktail napkin that came with the sushi. Passing her the napkin, I said, “Oh, and you should know in advance, for the ladies it’s P&P Day in the cabin.”

“P&P Day?” She asked, but her eyes were sparkling.

“Yes, all I can wear inside the room today…panties and perfume. Be sure to dress appropriately. The dress code is in full force the minute you step inside our suite.” Then I stood and began to walk after gesturing to Mr. BE to join me. I made sure he walked in front of me, after all, it was me that she needed to watch walk away.

Once we stepped off the elevator onto our floor, he turned and looked at me with wide eyes. “Oh my god,” he began. “What have you done?”

Eyeing him curiously, I tried to decide if he was excited, apprehensive, or angry. Judging by his actions, the way he kept running a hand through his hair, it was a combination of the three. “Listen, they’ll either come and we’ll have a hot and sexy time, or they won’t and we’ll have a hot and sexy time. Either way, it’s a win-win situation.” I shrugged.

“I’ve never…” he began.

“Yeah, I can tell,” I said with a slight smile. “Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You have nothing to worry about. Your skills are impressive, your size is shocking, and your stamina is without match.”

“Okay, that much is true,” he said. “I just thought marriage was sacred.”

I stopped in front of the door to the suite. “Was it sacred when we had sex with Jolie?” I asked.

He looked stricken that I had said that out loud and in the hall. “Get in the room,” he whispered loudly.

“I’m just saying…” I started. “And what about this…we aren’t even really married!”

That last part hit him like a splash of cold water in the face. “Wow. It’s easy to get caught up in these games, isn’t it?” He asked meekly.

“Very,” I said as I climbed into his arms. “Now we need to discuss our rules quickly because I’m pretty sure we will be having company soon.”

All of fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. She stood there in a bathrobe, while he wore the same polo shirt and khaki shorts he had on before. Mr. BE had opened the door and I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs crossed in his gift panties, wearing his gift perfume, after taking the world’s fastest shower. She stood and stared at me a moment before dropping her bathrobe. Her husband was quick to pick it up.

His eyes widened when he saw me. BE just smiled proudly. I was his…for the next few days…and he knew it. She came over and sat next to me, close enough that we could touch. I waited until I saw her licking her lips again to speak. “So, you share your ground rules and I’ll share ours.”

Her eyes were focused on my boobs. I knew she was dying to touch them, play with them, and lick them. “We’re pretty much soft swap,” I said as I reached over, took her hand in mine, and placed it on my boob. “We do girl on girl play, anything goes. And when we play with couples, I can give blow jobs, hand jobs, anything, but penetration. My husband…well, I don’t want him in any vagina but mine. Otherwise, anything goes.”

Her eyes shot up and she continued to play and tug on my nipple. She even had the other hand working my other boob. It was rather nice. I could see, even out of the corner of my eye, that both men were getting erections. Her husband was looking uncomfortable, pushing it down. Mr. BE, however, was leaned against the wall, letting it just stand out and take center stage. How I wanted to walk over and free that cock. Instead, I decided to let him. “Babe, you can undress now,” I suggested.

He did so, starting from the top. I loved the surprise of it, when he took off his shirt, the unexpected muscle definition, the smattering of hair below his belly button that made the most seductive happy trail. So I may have sighed happily, which resulted in him shooting me the best smile.

Next it was off with the shorts. The minute they fell to the floor and we caught sight of his cock straining against the boxer briefs, even to the point of pulling the top open a good inch, I heard our guests gasp. “Oh, and my husband…is straight.”

“All I need to know is that he doesn’t mind anal. I have to have that in me,” she said. She was so excited that she was really playing hard with my nipples. I knew my panties were wet. I had to get this moving along.

“Sure,” I said, “With a condom.”

She snapped her fingers at her husband, who pulled out a handful of condoms from his pocket. “How would you like to begin?” She asked.

Lying back on the bed, I said, “My kitty needs some love.”

That was all the encouragement she needed. She had given some orders, but all I knew was that she was between my legs, first fingering me, then pulling aside my thong to taste me. I had glanced over at Mr. BE. My need was great. No orgasm would be complete unless he was a part of it.

Swiftly, he moved from his position next to the closet to the side of the bed. I took him in my hand and started stroking him. Her husband had finally undressed and seemed to be servicing her, getting her ready for BE. Her poor husband, but I couldn’t think about him. I loved every moment of making memories with BE.

Soon, he pulled away from my hand and my eyes shot open in worry. They shouldn’t have. He stood there looking down at me. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought it was love that I saw. I mean, guys had professed their love plenty, but I had never really felt it back. Sure, there were some that I missed more than others, but no one had ever really been able to get under my skin. Ever. There he was, looking down at me with those eyes. I didn’t know his name, but I knew that I would miss him in a way I had never missed anyone before.

Suddenly, he bent low, hovering over my lips with his, staring into my eyes with his amazing blue ones. “I have to tell you something,” he said seriously. All I could do was nod in expectation. “I love you,” he said seriously. “I really
really
love you.” Then before I could respond, before I could even process what to say, he closed the distance between our lips and kissed me…deeply, passionately.

It sent me over the edge. In that moment, I had the first of many orgasms that night. It had little to do with the three sets of hands roaming over my body. It had nothing to do with the other couple that tried to please me by licking and sucking on my kitty. Yet it had everything to do with one man I hardly knew professing his love and giving me the most memorable kiss of my entire life.

I might just love Mr. BE.

“About last night,” he said as soon as I opened my eyes on Day Six of the cruise. Outwardly I cringed at his words, inside my heart was racing, my stomach was somersaulting, and my womb was pulsing. There was a lot going on at the moment.

“What about last night?” I asked as calmly as I could manage.

“I may have said some things in the heat of the moment…” he started.

“No take backs!” I shouted as I leapt from the bed. I stuck my fingers in my ears and rushed to the bathroom. Slamming the door behind me, I leaned against it.
Well, that went well,
I thought as I studied my reflection in the mirror. There was a bead of sweat over my lip. For some reason, I wanted to cry.

Those words he spoke last night, I didn’t care if they were in the heat of the moment. I didn’t care if he decided in the light of day that he felt differently. It mattered…to me, it mattered that I had his love. Even if I never saw him again, I wanted his love now.

Reaching behind the curtain, I turned the lever for the shower. While it warmed up, I brushed my teeth and studied my face objectively in the mirror. Did I look different? I felt different.

Finally as the mirror began to fog, I stepped in. By the time my hair was wet, I was no longer alone. BE had come up behind me.

“You misunderstood,” he began quietly in my ear while he reached around and held me close to his wet naked form. “I shouldn’t have said what I did with an audience. I never told you before. I should have waited until we were alone, in a moment like this.”

I whipped around and looked at him wide eyed. “You aren’t taking it back?” I asked, suddenly more ashamed than I had been even moments before when I rushed into the bathroom.

“No, I’m not taking it back, but I would like to do it right this time.” He took a deep breath. “I love you, nameless wife. I love you like I have never loved anyone.” He smiled at me in a way that made my toes curl. “For you, I would break all the rules.” He leaned down and looked into my eyes, “All of them.” Then he kissed me in a way that made my womb wish for things it never had before.