Chapter 18
One night, Tanya read about a swingers' cruise. It seemed incredible, but a group of like-minded people had chartered a ship for a sexy week in the Caribbean. I knew that there were swinging cruises, but one that was devoted entirely to that promised to be something else again. Besides, it was winter, I was up for some sun, and I recalled the sexy time I'd once had in the Bahamas, not to mention the one-night cruise we'd recently been on.
So my blonde bombshell of a wife and I scheduled some vacation time and caught a plane to Miami. Then we embarked on what turned out to be the erotic experience of our lives.. .
The minute the cruise ship left the dock, we knew what delights we were in for. As we stood at the rail and watched the tall buildings recede across the water, everyone was looking over everyone else's wife or husband.
And the atmosphere continued over a gourmet supper in the big dining room. The cruise director, a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, got up and talked about how free love could be the cure for the world's material and spiritual ills. She almost made an esoteric cult of it, but I knew that there'd be plenty of down-to-earth fucking, too.
My hunch was borne out when we were all invited after dinner to meet again in the ship's main salon-nude! We were told to bring what was needed for safe sex as well, which told us, if we hadn't already guessed, what the evening would involve.
So Tanya and I went back to our cabin and undressed. Before we left, for some reason I took a better look at her than I had for a long time. I studied her tied-back blonde hair, her cute ears, her wide blue eyes, tip-tilted nose, heart-shaped mouth and dimpled chin. The curve of her neck led down to her soft shoulders and graceful arms. I gazed at her high round breasts with their smooth white skin, puckered red aureoles, and hard red nipples that I'd sucked at so many times. Below her fantastic bosom, her flat tummy led to her lush patch of yellow fur.
Tearing my eyes away from her pink-lipped snatch that had done so much to turn me on, I ran them on down her silky, swelling thighs to her shapely calves. Then, as she turned, I moved back up to her firm round ass, with its exciting wisp of pussy hair visible between her legs. The sweep of her velvety back, with its cute dimples above her butt, completed my tour, as it were, of my wife's body. And I knew I'd always like what I saw!
"What are you doing?" Tanya asked, when she noticed me looking.
"Oh, nothing," I grinned, secretly satisfied. "Let's go join the others."
When we got to the main salon,-the festivities were in full swing, and I do mean swing! A hundred naked couples were walking around, talking and laughing, getting ready to split up and pair off differently, or to form groups of various sizes. Most of the people were good-looking, but even the ones who weren't looked desirable because of their sexy attitude and the whole spirit of the thing. The men were noticeably erect, too, and not in the least embarrassed about it. It was a far cry from a nudist colony!
The only ones conspicuous by their absence were the captain and crew members of the ship, who dropped in on such occasions on normal cruises. They probably thought they'd come away too distracted to sail.
There was one more feature to that upbeat, totally free party. Couches and cots had been placed around the big room, indicating that far from couples stealing away to their cabins as Tanya and I had on the harbor cruise, all the sex was to be public here!
"Wow!" my wife exclaimed, in her usual lusty way. "I thought we did some far-out things, but this is a whole new world."
"You're right," I nodded.
But that was the end of our discussion. Not one, but two handsome studs walked up to my naked blonde mate, and after nodding pleasantly to me, they took her arms and led her away. Before they disappeared in the crowd, I noticed that they already had their hands all over her big round tits and her firm round ass, and were moving to her pussy. How was that, I thought, for getting acquainted?
If I had any residual jealousy, though, it vanished when not two, but three women appeared next to me. I had done better than Tanya, and I hoped no one else was getting the short end of the stick, but given the way I was feeling, I just didn't care!
Two of my new partners were blondes in their twenties, like Tanya, and were unmarried, but there with steady boyfriends. They were nymphos through and through, and had simply taken the opportunity of the cruise for some hot sex. Their feathery hair, pretty faces, and slender but well-built naked bodies were of a kind I knew very well, and I looked forward to what I knew I was getting into.
But the third woman was an older, heavier redhead, and she was completely off the map! Swinging sometimes involved deliciously kinky things as well as freedom, I knew, and she and her mate had apparently come along for that. I pictured her weighty breasts, swelling ass, and lush red bush not nude as they were now, but done up in some appropriate outfit. In other words, this woman was in command!
So, when she led me over to one of the couches, I lay back to enjoy it. My dick had been rock-hard ever since I walked into the room, and now it pointed throbbingly toward the high ceiling. Condoms had thoughtfully been provided, and the big redhead rolled one onto me. Then she had the two younger blondes kneel at my middle, one on either side.
"Eat this man," she told them. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't heard it with my own ears.
They did just as she'd said. Using their tongues in rhythm, as if they done something like that before, they licked the length of my sensitized shaft. Then they took turns getting me into their mouths and sucking strongly, their blue eyes looking wantonly up at me and at each other and their feathery hair tickling my balls.
But the powerful redhead spoke again. "Fuck this man!" she said.
They proceeded to do that, too. First one, then another pair of slender thighs was spread, and one, then another tight hot love hole was lowered alternately onto my upstanding manhood. With hands on my chest, breasts hanging and bobbing, bellies taut and hips lunging deliciously backward, they took turns fucking me to distraction.
By that time, and given that kind of inspiration, I was burstingly ready to cum. It didn't hurt, either, that I could look around the steamy room and see a good hundred other carnal acts going on. Not the least of these involved my trusty Tanya, visible across the way, fucking one of her studs while sucking the other one!
But the big redhead spoke once more. "Off!" she told the pair of blondes, who immediately obeyed. Then she straddled me, not holding herself up but using her whole naked weight, and shoved her own hairy sex onto my wildly throbbing rod.
She was hot and tight and deep, but that was only the start of it. Her slick flesh, her pressing breasts felt wonderful against me, but there was more. Her breath came hotly onto my face, and her eyes looked into mine with an expression of lust as old as creation, but there was even more than that.
That woman didn't fuck. She didn't lunge. She drove! In huge, spasming waves, she projected her pussy onto me, more strongly than I'd ever felt any woman do that, probably more strongly than I'd ever fucked any woman. I felt totally helpless underneath her, yet infinitely moved.
And when I came, which happened sooner than I really wanted it to, it was with a colossal orgasm, one that matched the ship's size and its deep rocking, and that seemed to carry me off across the night sea to the horizon, then up among the stars.
The rest of the cruise was a blur of sex, and of great sex at that. But Tanya and I didn't get jaded, because if you're only open to the possibilities of fucking, it's always new.
And when we got back home, with deep tans as well as pleasantly sore, fucked-out bodies, we didn't have much to say, except for her usual, happy expression.
"Wow!"
So those are some of my sexual experiences, or, if I may be so bold, the confessions of a stud. Try as some people might have me do, I've never been able to see anything wrong with the perfectly natural act that is fucking, or with telling it like it is. People who have problems with both should be more mature and comfortable with their sexuality, since sex is, after all, the basic, natural and healthy force of life.
As you've seen, I've had many kinds of affairs, and with the help of my trusty Tanya, I'm-likely to have many more. She's the perfect companion for such goings-on, and with luck, we'll do some more good. In fact, she ought to tell her side sometime.