Chapter 3.All AboardRoy(They say you never know what the day will bring, but when this day began, I don’t think even “they” could believe it would go like this.)
I saw our luggage on one of the many carts full of suitcases being loaded onto the ship, and I figured we would be boarding soon.
Anna seemed to be in deep thought when I squeezed her hand. “A penny for your thoughts?”
Anna looked up at the sun deck and returned my squeeze.
“Oh, I was just thinking about how romantic the sunsets will be from up there,” she replied.
“I can’t wait,” I said as we leaned in, shoulder to shoulder, then kissed.
Our kiss was a lot hotter, and lasted a lot longer than the smooch I expected, and I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was.
~I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe that one little decision can completely change your path. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, if my dad hadn’t been such a mean, useless drunk (may his soul burn in hell), would I have been so motivated to join the army, get my business degree, and become the man I am today? And what are the odds I would move to Jacksonville to take a job at an RV dealership and meet Anna?
I wasn’t the biggest, hard-bodied hunk with his hat in the ring when I met Anna at that Fourth of July party. But somehow, we bumped into each other and got to talking. She liked my determination and work ethic, and it probably didn’t hurt that I’d marched in our local parade with my national guard unit and was still in my dress uniform.
Later that evening, we watched the fireworks and held hands as we “oohed” and “aahed!” Then we sat under the stars and talked into the wee hours of the morning. Anna was beautiful and intelligent, and best of all, she had a good sense of humor, and I knew I was going to marry her before I even kissed her that night. Four months later, I proposed, and we got married that next summer on July fourth.
At 5 foot 11 and 185 lbs, most guys underestimate me. But then, most guys don’t know I spent the last six months of my enlistment as a hand-to-hand combat instructor at Fort Benning.
Fortunately, I’ve never been the fly-off-the-handle type, and I believe violence should only be used as a last resort, and it’s a good thing. Because, as much as Anna loves me, I’m pretty sure if I beat some drunk asshole to death, in a bar, for confessing his love for her, she wouldn’t wait ten-to-fifteen years for me to get out of prison for manslaughter!
~I was in deep thought when Anna let go of my hand and patted my knee.
“Let’s get in line, honey. They’re about to start boarding.”
We queued up near the middle of the line and slowly shuffled forward as the Captain welcomed each couple aboard his ship.
“Oh, honey. I’m so excited,” Anna exclaimed as she vibrated with the enthusiasm of a little girl about to take her first pony ride.
I was excited too. I couldn’t think of anything more romantic than sailing across the gulf with Anna. I was also looking forward to starting our family and planned to make love with my beautiful wife every chance we got!
The ship’s crew were lined up along the deck, waiting to escort the guests to their rooms after the Captain welcomed them aboard. I noticed one of the crewmen eyeballing Anna. Then he pointed her out to two of his buddies, and I could tell he was the leader of their “little clique” as they traded lewd comments. Oh, I was sure the ladies all thought he was tall, dark and handsome, but he had a rough edge about him I didn’t like. Then my wife noticed her new fan club, and their smiles went from grins to outright leers. Anna is not very subtle about her tummy-in, tits-out posture when she knows men are looking her over.
When we made it to the gangway, I watched the leader of Anna’s new fan club count off the guests between the Captain and us with his eyes. Then he confirmed my suspicion, and moved in front of his buddies so he would be our escort. Usually, I give gawkers the benefit of the doubt. But these guys were eyeballing Anna like a pack of hungry wolves that had picked a lamb to cull from the herd, and I didn’t like it!
When we got closer to the top of the gangway, I could read the embroidered names on their tight-fitting crew shirts, and I sized up the pack leader, Todd. He was in his mid-twenties, about six foot two, and a solid 220 lbs, and his buddies, Tom and Jerry, weren’t much smaller.
Then it was our turn to be greeted aboard, and I handed our boarding passes to Captain McSorley as Todd whispered something in his ear. The Captain glanced at our tickets and passed them to his assistant, Pattie. She checked us off her list and rolled her eyes with disgust at the Captain, Todd, Tom and Jerry as they elevator-eyed Anna like I wasn’t there.
I held my hand out for the customary greeting, and Captain McSorley extended his hand. But not to me, as he had with all the other guests. McSorley reached out palm-up to Anna. Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his with a broad smile, and the Captain began to pet her hand as he leered at her tits.
“Welcome aboard, Miss Benson. If there is anything the staff or I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please, don’t hesitate to ask. We are here to satisfy all of your needs!” The Captain said with a truckload of innuendo as he welcomed us, or I should say, welcomed Anna aboard.
The moment he touched her hand, my hackles went up, and when the Captain called Anna Miss, I was ready to come unglued. But I knew if I made a scene, Anna would be mortified, and I didn’t want to ruin our second Honeymoon before it even started.
I extended my hand again, with the hope of maintaining some civility, but the Captain just scowled at me with a “move-along” twitch of his head. Then I turned to see my wife looking Todd over like he was a stripper at a Dancing Bear bachelorette party. I held out our carry-on bag, expecting Todd to take it like all the other crewmen had; for the other guests. He just gave me a, you must be fuckin’ kidding me, smirk as he raised his elbow to escort Anna.
“Right this way, Miss Benson,” Todd said with his smug young Sean Connery British accent.
Anna giggled at his purposeful slight as she wrapped her arm around his with that same smoldering smile she used on me in the truck. Suddenly that “faceless” strapping young man in my earlier vision had a “face,” and the twisting pain in my guts rose into my chest with a vengeance!
I’m used to men being a little forward from time to time and, until today, Anna would always ignore them or politely tell them to “fuck off!” But as Todd escorted her to the stateroom, she acted like I wasn’t even there, and I was practically shaking with anger as I followed them.
~I hadn’t felt this way about Anna since one of her ex-boyfriends called her a few weeks after we started dating.
The memory came flooding back like it was just yesterday. When Anna’s ex called, I listened to her side of the conversation, and I was satisfied with her replies and thought nothing of it. But when her best friend Kathy called, not ten minutes later, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Anna said Kathy was fighting with her new boyfriend and needed her to come over and back her up. That was a little too much of a coincidence for me, and I offered to go along for support. Anna pulled me into a passionate kiss and said that Kathy just needed a shoulder to cry on and told me not to worry; she would be back soon.
Since we had just started dating and hadn’t confessed our undying love for one another or made any commitments, I didn’t push the issue. Yet, when she left the house, I felt the same twisting pain in my chest.
Anna returned about an hour later and told me it was all a big misunderstanding. It turned out that Kathy’s older brother was in town on business. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and had gone to lunch to catch up. Kathy’s boyfriend was on his lunch break and saw them chatting and laughing in the food court at the mall. He had never met her brother and assumed she was cheating with this guy, but he didn’t confront them and just left, pissed off!
Anna confirmed it was Kathy’s brother, and her boyfriend profusely apologized.
After hearing that, I felt stupid for thinking she was cheating on me, and I never doubted her again. Until now!
~”And here is your luxury stateroom, Miss Benson,” Todd announced with an exaggerated game show presentation.
“Why, thank you, Todd. And please… just call me Anna,” She insisted with her sweetest southern drawl like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Then Anna and Todd turned and looked at me for the first time since we boarded the ship.
“Well, don’t just stand there, Roy. Open the door,” Anna said with snide disgust as she stood there arm-in-arm with Todd.
I wanted to knock that smug smile off his face and, for the first time in my life, slap Anna! But there were two things stopping me from acting on my baser instincts.
First: I would never hit Anna.
Second: I noticed Todd and his cronies had matching tattoos on their upper arms. At first, I could only see the bottom edge of the crest under their sleeves, but I had my suspicions. Then when Todd raised his arm to escort Anna, my hunch proved correct. They were Royal Marines, and the odds were they had served in the same three-man unit.
While I’m well-trained in hand-to-hand combat, I’m not stupid. I knew that unless I caught Todd off guard and took him down with the first shot, I would be in for a world of hurt. So I took a deep breath, unclenched my fists, fished out my key card, and opened the door.
“I see you have him well-trained,” Todd chuckled.
Anna giggled at his smart-ass comment, and I was seriously considering taking my shot as I walked into our room, set down the carry-on, and listened to Todd lay it on thick.
“Your luggage will be delivered soon, and I’m looking forward to filling all your needs, Miss Benson.”
I turned to see Anna lean in close and loudly whisper in his ear, “Please… call me Anna, and I’ll keep that in mind, Todd.”
Then Todd bid her adieu and went on his way.
Anna knew damn well I heard every word as she came into our room smiling like everything was fine. I leaned out the door and watched Todd disappear down the steps. Then I slowly closed the door and turned to address Anna just as my pressure valve blew.
“WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIT!” I yelled with the bravado of a steam whistle.
I’d never used such a venomous tone with Anna, and her shock was apparent as she cringed and backed away.
“Why are you yelling at me?” she pleaded, her voice jittery and scared.
“WHY!… Really, you are gonna stand there and ask me WHY I’M YELLING AT YOU!”
“Please, stop yelling, Roy,” Anna implored. “Everyone will hear you. Just talk to me, please,” she choked out just above a whisper.
“WELL, WHAT THE FUCK! Didn’t you hear a word I said at the rest stop? Why in the hell would you do that to me again?” I growled.
But I couldn’t stand to see Anna scared like that, and my anger was quickly waning.
“I was just playing along with Todd for fun. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “Please, please don’t be angry with me, Roy. I love you, and I don’t want to start our second Honeymoon this way,” Anna blubbered as her tears started to flow.
Fuck! I made her cry, and I couldn’t stand to see her cry.
“You’re right. I don’t want to start our second Honeymoon this way, either. But damn it, Anna! Between the captain, Todd, and his buddies staring at you like a piece of meat, and that whole fucking Miss bull-shit! Not to mention your little show in the hall! I mean, what in the hell did you expect,” I exclaimed, still pissed but not out of control.
Anna shook as she held her arms out and tentatively moved toward me.
“I’m sorry, Roy. Please hold me,” she blubbered.
I couldn’t stand to see her like that, took her into my arms, and lifted her off her feet as she buried her face into my shoulder and bawled.
“Oh, come on. Please don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry I yelled at you,” I said, then held Anna tight as her crying slowed to sniffles.
“No, honey. I’m the one who is sorry! I wasn’t thinking, and I love you so much!” She replied as she hugged me tightly.
I broke our hug, set her down, and took her by the shoulders. Anna hung her head in shame until I lifted her chin and looked into her pitiful puffy red eyes. Then my love for her overrode all my pain and anger, and I smiled softly.
Anna threw her arms around my neck as I grabbed the back of her head, and we kissed with the desperate passion of long-lost lovers until our desperation eased into a tender, loving kiss. Then Anna pulled back and tentatively searched my eyes for forgiveness.
She was so beautiful, with her pouty lips still passionately parted, and I could never stop loving her.
“God… I love you so much, Anna! But you just can’t do that to me again,” I declared as she laid her head on my chest and hugged me tightly.
“I know, honey. I know. I’m so sorry!”
We just stood there and hugged each other for a long while.
Then Anna spoke up. “Hey, I heard a rumor there’s a hot babe in a yellow dress running around the ship that really wants to get knocked-up!”
“Yeah… I saw her. She is pretty hot!” I chuckled, liking where this was going.
“I’m glad you think so. Because she heard a rumor that you have two weeks worth of little soldiers backed up in your balls and you’re ready, willing and able to take on the mission,” Anna stated, her voice dripping with sex as she looked deep into my eyes.
We fell back into a passionate kiss, and I slid the straps of her dress and bra off her shoulders as she quickly undid my shorts and found my rock-hard cock. Then I pulled her dress and bra down, grabbed two hands full of her big beautiful tits, and began to roll her nipples under my thumbs as I backed her toward the bed.
When we got to the bed, I grabbed her hips and tossed her on it. Anna glared at me with fire in her eyes as she raised her knees and spread her legs wide. She must have taken her panties off at the rest stop, and I stared at her beautiful smooth-shaven pussy, torn by my desire to relentlessly pound her until I unloaded my aching blue balls and my need to dive on her engorged, perfectly parted, wet pussy lips and suck them into my mouth.
I have always put Anna first, and I love to feel her body shaking under my tongue when I bring her to an earth-shattering orgasm. But don’t get me wrong, she loves it when I pound her senseless with my seven-plus-inch cock. It’s just that she rarely achieves an orgasm without oral stimulation. Of course, there are those times when we just need to fuck, and she knows I will make it up to her.
Anna understood my dilemma, crooked her finger in front of her face, and left me with no doubt that this was one of those times!
I climbed onto the bed, grabbed her tits, and ravenously sucked her nipples as my raging hard-on twitched to the beat of my heart. But just as I slipped my cock into her hot wet pussy, someone knocked on the door!
“Luggage delivery.”
You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me, I thought.
“OK! Just leave them in the hall. I’ll get them in a minute,” I called out with the mood shot to hell and my cock at half-mast as Anna lay there with her hand over her mouth, trying not to giggle.
“Umm… Sir. There was a noise complaint. And policy requires that I do a welfare check,” he explained.
“Everything’s fine,” Anna replied with a “snort” as she desperately tried to suppress her giggles.
“Yes, everything’s fine. We’ll keep it down,” I added, sure that wouldn’t appease him.
“I’m afraid you will have to open the door, sir. I am required to do a physical welfare check,” he declared with some urgency.
“OK-OK! Just a moment,” I replied.
Anna sprang off the bed and ran into the bathroom as I quickly put on my shorts. Then I opened the door to find Tom, one of Todd’s cronies, standing there. He puffed up and stepped toward me, but there was no point in challenging him. So I backed out of the way and allowed him to see for himself.
“And your wife, sir?” He asked with a hard edge.
I almost laughed in his face. Oh, now she’s my wife? Then Anna came out of the bathroom in a fluffy white bathrobe.
“Hello,” she said with a friendly little wave and an ear-to-ear smile.
I was sure my wife found this all very amusing as I stood there with throbbing blue balls while one of her fans leered at her.
Then Tom just couldn’t resist. “Hello, Miss Benson. Is there anything I can straighten out for you?” he insinuated as he shifted his focus to me with a scowl and threateningly ground his fist into the palm of his hand.
“That’s Mrs. Benson, Sir.” Anna sternly corrected him. “And as I said before. I’m fine, and I don’t need anything from you,” she added with a firm dismissive tone.
I was a little surprised she stood her ground. But then I wondered why I felt that way; because that was how Anna had always dealt with guys like Tom before.
“All right then. Enjoy your evening,” Tom replied, a bit torqued by her rebuttal, as he nodded and left the room.
I stood in the doorway and watched him walk down the hall as Anna put her arms around my waist and nuzzled into my back.
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you too, baby,” I replied.
Anna squeezed me tightly, then let go and went back into the room as I stepped into the hall to get our suitcases.
“You have got to be shitting me!” I uttered a lot louder than I intended since we already had a noise complaint.
“What’s the matter, honey?” Anna inquired as she popped her head out.
“They only brought three of our suitcases,” I groused.
“Oh, honey. I’m sorry,” Anna said, sounding like she wanted to cry again.
“Hey, don’t fret about it. I’ll go see the concierge. I saw all four of our suitcases being loaded. So I know the other one is on this ship, somewhere,” I replied to calm Anna and myself as I carried in our luggage.
We had planned to kick off our second Honeymoon by dressing up for our first dinner at Luigi’s acclaimed five-star bistro. But my dress pants and shirts were in the missing suitcase and, more importantly, my journal.
Then I heard Anna flop onto the bed.
“Don’t take too long. You have a mission to finish, Sergeant Benson,” she said as I turned to see Anna propped on her elbows, robe open with her legs spread wide.
Sergeant Benson is our little inside joke, and I snapped to attention with a proper salute.
“Yes-sir, mam-sir,” I replied, then double-timed it to the door, highly motivated to get back as quickly as possible.
The night I surprised Anna with our anniversary slash second Honeymoon cruise, we watched the thirty-five-minute promotional video for The Artistic Challenge. So I had a good grasp of the five-deck layout as I made my way from our stateroom on the fourth deck to the concierges’ desk on the third deck.
When I arrived, I didn’t see anyone around and rang the service bell. A tall, well-built woman in her mid to late twenties came out of a small office, smiling as she tapped a quick message on her phone.
“How can I help you, sir,” she politely asked.
I noted her name tag and handed her my key card.
“Hello, Terra. When our suitcases were delivered, one was missing,” I said calmly, not wanting to get started on the wrong foot so-to-speak.
Terra slipped the card into the reader and brought up my account.
“Hello, Mr. Benson, and I’m sorry to hear about your suitcase. I’ll check on that for you, sir,” she replied.
Come to think of it, I remembered seeing Terra lined up on the deck near Todd and his buddies when we boarded, and she was enjoying Anna as much as the guys were. Hey, I’m not judging. But with her throaty British accent, blond-spiky hair cut high and tight, and the black pointy tips of a large post-modern, Celtic Tribal body tattoo poking out of her collar and sleeve, she did come off a little butch!
“Um, unfortunately, it’s almost five, and most of the crew is preparing to cast off,” she confessed with a grimace. “But, if you would take the stairs over there and follow the service hallway aft to the hold,” Terra instructed as she pointed to a door marked (EMPLOYEES ONLY) with a stairway symbol. “I will get someone looking for your suitcase straight-away, Mr. Benson,” she cheerfully stated, then held out my card.
“Thank you for your help, Terra,” I replied with a smile and a nod as I took my key card, then headed for the stairs.
Despite the sign on the door, I figured it must be okay because the concierges said it was. Right?
I descended the two narrow flights of stairs and headed aft along the service hallway. I passed a couple of heavy bulkhead doors before I found the hold. I was chomping at the bit to get back to my mission as I stuck my head through the clear plastic door flaps and called out, “Hello… Anybody home?”
No one answered, but I knew I wouldn’t stop thinking about my journal until I got it back, and I figured someone would show up eventually. So I sat on the narrow bench between the engine room door and the freight elevator and waited.
I have kept a journal since third grade. It started as a school assignment, and I still write in it almost every night. It helps me process my day. Hmm… on second thought, maybe I don’t want to find my journal. I would be up half the night processing my day!
~I felt bad for going off on Anna like that, but after I saw how she handled Tom, I was confident I’d made my point. Yet, something about her “The Cruise” story and our conversation at the rest stop was still nagging at me. Then, as if a ton of bricks fell on my head, I realized what was bothering me, and a cold chill ran up my spine as the memory of my mom and that slut my dad married after she died flooded my mind.
Dear old dad didn’t even wait six months before he married the slut, and I hated her. I was only five and too young to understand. But on some level, I knew she’d been fucking around on my dad, even before they were married.
My stepmother would come home late at night, drunk, and they would start fighting about where she’d been. Then she would scream and berate my father, as he called her a fuckin’ whore and dragged her into the bedroom. But, before long, her screams would turn into moans, and I could hear them fucking. The next day, they would act like nothing happened; until the next time!
I had never put it all together before and roundly rejected the notion that I was anything like my father. No, I was nothing like my father, and I could never live like that, I thought as the twisting pain gripped my chest again.
~With everything running around in my head, I barely noticed the engine rumble through the bench when the ship pulled away from the dock.
“Can I help you, sir?” Someone asked.
I snapped out of my brain fight, and looked up to see Jerry, Todd’s other crony. You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me, I thought as I stood, determined not to play into any more of their bull shit!
“Hi, Jerry. I’m missing a suitcase. Terra was supposed to have someone looking for it,” I explained as friendly as I could muster.
“Huh, she didn’t say anything to me about it. But I can see if it fell off a cart somewhere in the hold,” Jerry offered. “So, what am I looking for?” He asked.
“A gray tweed Samsonite with Roy & Anna Benson on the ID tag,” I explained.
“Okay, then,” Jerry replied as he turned and stepped through the plastic flaps. “May as well take a seat. This could take a while,” he half-shouted as he disappeared into the stacks of supplies.
This day just keeps getting better, I thought as I sat back down and checked my watch. Fuck! I had already been down here for more than fifteen minutes. Then I chuckled to myself as I imagined Anna starting without me. Oh, I have no delusions about my wife masturbating, and since my promotion, Wanda, her massage wand, has probably been getting more pussy than I have.
A few minutes later, I impatiently glanced at my watch; again. What the hell? Jerry’s been in there for more than five minutes, and the hold can’t be that big.
Then I had another revelation as Wanda came back into my thoughts. Anna said she started reading those erotic stories last summer. Funny thing, she also bought her neck and shoulder massage wand last summer: touting how it would save on batteries! I suddenly didn’t feel so guilty about our sex life slowing down, and sure, Wanda was getting more pussy than me. Just then, Jerry came out of the cargo hold with no suitcase.
“Nothin’ in there. It probably got delivered to the wrong room. Somebody will turn it in sooner or later,” Jerry matter-of-factly stated as he tapped a quick message on his phone.
“Well, all right then. Thanks for lookin,” I replied, trying to hide my disappointment, not wanting to give Jerry the satisfaction.
I reached for my phone as I headed back to the concierge’s desk. I wanted to text Anna and let her know what was going on. But then, I remembered we had decided to leave our phones in our luggage and only use them in an emergency because Anna and I didn’t want the distraction on our second Honeymoon.
When I returned, Terra was helping another guest, and I was sure Anna would be wondering what was taking so long as I waited. Then I smiled at my next thought. Or, she finished without me and was napping. Hell, the way Anna kept me wound up the last two weeks. It had been really fucking hard not to go on a date with Rosey Palmer, and I was sure Wanda got lucky a few times. Because if Anna goes without for more than three days, she starts kicking the dogs and cats, and we only have fish!
When Terra was finished with the other guest, she looked at me oddly.
“Hello, Mr. Benson. Can I help you with something else?” she asked.
What the hell, I thought. Something else?
“No, I just want my suitcase,” I replied.
Terra cringed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Benson. Your suitcase was delivered to the wrong room. I’ve already had it delivered to your room. I sent someone to tell you,” she said, looking embarrassed.
“Well, no one said anything to me about it, and I guess that’s why Jerry didn’t find it in the hold,” I replied, rather annoyed.
“Again, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Benson. May I ask if you and your wife will be dining at Luigi’s bistro this evening?”
“Yes, we are looking forward to it,” I replied.
“Very good then. I will have a bottle of our finest champagne served with your dinner: On the house. And if there is anything else I can do to make your cruise more enjoyable, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Something was off about her manner, and her apology felt more like a platitude than kissing ass. But I couldn’t put my finger on it, and I had far more pressing issues on my mind as I curtly thanked Terra and headed back to our luxury stateroom, determined to finish my mission!
I was annoyed and happy to see my suitcase in the hall as I grabbed it, opened the door, and heard a familiar buzzing sound! Anna was propped against the headboard on a pile of pillows, naked, knees up, legs spread wide. Her face was a portrait of lust, her eyes half-closed, her abdomen contracting and arching on the verge of an orgasm as she ground Wanda between her legs! I quickly shut the door, dropped the suitcase, and began to strip.
I climbed onto the bed and moved between her legs, jealous of another woman, as I wrapped my hand around Wanda’s cord and pulled her plug! Anna stared at me with burning lust in her eyes as she tossed Wanda aside, and I could see that she and Wanda had been really going at it. Then I grabbed the back of her knees and dragged her off the pillows. Her long black hair was beautifully splayed out above her head as I shoved her knees back against her tits and put the head of my rock-hard cock between her engorged dripping wet pussy lips.
Anna glared at me like an alley cat in-heat as I slowly pushed in, to the hilt! Then she grabbed my head, pulled me close, and hissed, “Fuck me!”
Our lips locked in a desperate, passionate kiss as I slowly pulled out and thrust into her very hot wet pussy. Anna moaned into our kiss with each hard thrust as I picked up the pace until I was wildly pounding her. Then she tensed, grabbed two hands full of the bedspread, and screamed into my mouth as she went over the edge.
Her body shook violently, and she squirted on my cock as I reared up and exploded, bucking and thrusting, already balls-deep, as I pumped two weeks’ worth of little soldiers into her womb! It was a special moment in so many ways. We had taken the first step in starting our family, and then there was her amazing squirting orgasm. Sure, if I work her clit with my mouth and tongue while I finger her G-spot, Anna will have an intense squirting orgasm, but she had never squirted on my cock before, and after two weeks of buildup, I came so hard I almost passed out.
When my orgasm finally released its iron grip, I collapsed and wrapped my arms around my wife. Anna tightly wrapped her arms and legs around me and held me tight as my breathing slowed from ragged to heavy. Then she squeezed me even tighter and kissed my ear.
“I love you so much!” she whispered.
“I love you more,” I replied and squeezed her back.
“Do you really mean that?” she asked with a hint of sadness in her voice.
I could tell she was still worried about earlier.
“Why would you ask me that? Don’t you wanna get knocked up?” I asked with my best straight-faced shtick.
She punched my arm pretty good, and I rolled off her, feigning severe injury, as I rubbed my arm and whined.
“You know I do,” she replied seriously then, playfully chided, “You fuckin’ sissy!”
“Well, good!” I exclaimed as I climbed off the bed. “Because I’d hate to think we just had one of the most intense orgasms of our lives, just for the… fuck of it!” I shot back as I scooted out of harm’s way.
“You better run,” she laughed as I ducked into the bathroom for a quick shower.
When I came out, Anna was reading one of a handful of cruise brochures that were left on the nightstand.
“Hey, honey. Did you know they offer a hands-on sailing experience for the guests? It says they will teach you everything you need to know. Then you get to help the crew with the sails,” she explained, sounding very excited.
“I can’t picture you doing that,” I replied, not sure why she would want to.
“Not me, silly. I thought you would like it. I mean, it’s not like you can get in your morning run on the ship, and it would be good exercise,” Anna offered. “Heck, I’m even thinking about taking the sunrise aerobics classes up on the sundeck; since I can’t work out with Kathy,” she added.
“Eh… I don’t know. Sounds like slave labor to me, and I was really looking forward to just relaxing with you on this trip,” I replied, hoping she would drop it.
“Hey, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime experience! And it’s only for three hours, from nine to noon.”
I took a deep breath, puffed out my cheeks like a brat, and refused to breathe until I got my way.
“Oh, come-on! It’ll be fun!” She goaded with her usual dogged persistence. “Then we can grab some lunch and laze around the rest of the day,” Anna added as she chuckled at my antics.
“All right, all right, already,” I sniggered. “It doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice anyway. Now, get your shower, and let’s go to dinner,” I replied with a smart-assed grin.
Anna leaped off the bed with a triumphant smile and gave me a quick peck on her way by.
“I love you, honey,” she said as she ducked into the bathroom.
Once we were dressed and Anna was finished primping, I opened the door for her. But just as we stepped out of the room, a bundle of boundless energy came giggling down the hall. She was obviously on the lam from her parents.
Then the little girl came to a screeching halt in front of us, rocked back on her heels, and looked up with the wide-eyed amazement of a three-year-old. My wife’s shiny silver dress was laced with iridescent threads that sparkled brightly, and the little girl was quite taken with it.
Anna leaned down and put her hands on her knees to address her newest admirer.
“And who do we have here?” she asked sweetly with a smile as bright as her dress.
“Beck — y,” the enchanted little girl replied, one syllable at a time.
“Well, hello, Becky. My name is Anna.”
Then, out of the mouths of babes.
“You’re pretty,” Becky declared with adorable innocence.
Anna’s face lit up and turned bright red as those two words overwhelmed her. The sheer weight of them had easily crushed all the random compliments she’d ever received put together. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if I could live up to that!
“Rebbeca Ann Gomez,” her mother called out with that dreaded, middle name mother tone as the little girl’s parents came down the hall after her.
Becky gawked a moment more and then set off on a dead-run back to her mother, who handily scooped her up and set her on her hip. They were a smartly dressed professional couple, about our age, with friendly smiles.
“I hope Becky wasn’t bothering you,” Mrs. Gomez said as they closed the last few steps between us.
“Oh, heavens no. She is just a little sweetheart,” Anna replied sweetly, more to Becky than her mother.
Becky giggled and shyly buried her face against her mother’s side as her father introduced them.
“Hello, I’m Robert, and this is my wife Sandra, and you have already met Becky,” He said with a proud papa smile as he extended his hand.
“Hi. I’m Roy, and this is my wife, Anna. Nice to meet you,” I replied with a proper, firm man’s handshake; for a change.
“Would you care to join us for dinner?” Robert asked. “Becky might even behave with Anna around,” he added with a good-hearted chuckle.
One look at Anna gave me my answer, and I happily agreed. The Gomezes seemed nice, and given the seating arrangements in the restaurant, we would have been seated with someone anyway.
Robert and Sandra insisted that we use their informal names, and we had a great dinner with Rob, Sandy and Becky.
Luckily, I brought plenty of tipping cash because, unlike the big cruise ships, everything was not included in the price of your ticket. However, the tips were quote-unquote included when you paid with your room key slash credit card, which would then be billed to your credit card at the end of the cruise.
But the all-mighty dollar still speaks volumes, and I pulled a fast one with a sly twenty-dollar tip and the help of our waiter. Everyone was very impressed when I ordered the most expensive bottle of champagne on the menu and proposed a toast to our new friends and our second Honeymoon.
Then I whispered in Anna’s ear, “And to knocking-up my wife!”
That earned me another shot in the arm and a big smile.
After dinner, we all went up to the sun deck, and our wives chased Becky around while Rob and I talked shop.
When the sun began to set, Anna and I stood at the railing and held hands. Rob stood next to us with Becky on his shoulders, and Sandy snuggled against him as we all watched the high thin clouds turn bright pink at the horizon and fade to a deep purple above our heads. It was an incredibly beautiful sunset, and just as the sun vanished over the horizon, Anna leaned in and nibbled my ear. Champagne always makes her (okay, us) horny, and I knew exactly what she wanted.
We exchanged pleasantries and knowing smiles with Rob and Sandy. Then Anna got a big hug from Becky, and we headed to our room.
I was unbuttoning my shirt as we stumbled through the doorway, locked in a passionate kiss. As soon as we were inside, Anna broke our kiss, pushed me back against the door, and slowly kissed her way down my chest while she undid my pants and let them fall to the floor.
Anna kissed lower and lower as she stroked my rock-hard cock. Then she dropped to her knees, looked up, and batted her big brown eyes at me as she kissed the head of my cock. Like I said, I knew exactly what a nibble on the ear meant!
She ran her tongue around my ridge as she ran her hands up the back of my legs and gripped my ass. Then she took me into her mouth and dug her fingernails in as she slowly pulled herself toward me until her nose touched my belly.
She held me deep in her throat for a moment, then dragged her teeth along my shaft until they were wedged against the back side of my extremely engorged, sensitive ridge. Anna never broke eye contact as she took me a little faster with each thrust, lightly dragging her teeth each time she withdrew. She never leaves marks, but she makes it hurt so good!
Before long, Anna eased up with her teeth and began to wildly deepthroat my cock. I quickly came to the end of my rope and grabbed the back of her head as I started to grunt and jerk. Then she tightly gripped my ass, and I could see the smile in her eyes as I shot rope after rope of hot cum down her throat.
After Anna sucked me dry, she stood and kissed me deeply. Then she firmly placed her hand on my chest, broke our kiss, and shoved me against the door.
“Stay!” She commanded.
Anna spun on her heels, strutted to the end of the bed, sat, and leaned back on one elbow. I knew my wife was more than ready for me to return the favor as she slowly raised the hem of her dress and spread her knees. Her little show was quickly breathing life back into my half-hard cock, and when her hem passed the point of no return, my cock sprang to full attention!
Again, she wasn’t wearing panties! Anna knows it drives me crazy if she doesn’t wear panties when we go out, but given our company, she never let on, and somehow not knowing made it even hotter! Then Anna crooked her finger at me and matter-of-factly pointed to her engorged, dripping-wet pussy. I quickly dropped to my knees, crawled between her legs, and sucked in her sweet pussy lips.
She wrapped her legs around my head as I licked, sucked, and fingered her to another squirting orgasm. Then I sprang up and drove my raging cock into her soaked pussy. She was still in the throes, and she kept cumming as I relentlessly pounded her. When Anna finally regained control of her extremities, she tightly wrapped her legs around me and pulled me in deeper with every stroke until I exploded: Doubling down on knocking-up my wife!
After our third go-round, I thought about writing in my journal “for all of two seconds” before we fell asleep, tangled in a sweaty embrace.
(Our second Honeymoon got off to a rough start. But now, as we fall asleep tangled in a loving embrace, sweaty and spent, everything is perfect.)