Jaime's and Mike's Unexpected Cruise.
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bobfr

Jaime's and Mike's Unexpected Cruise

by bobfr

"Love, exciting and new . . ."

As Jaime and Mike Fisher stepped off the plane into the jet way in Ft. Lauderdale, they were enveloped by Florida's sweltering heat and sticky humidity. Only three hours earlier they had boarded a small commuter jet in Moline, Illinois. Before the plane could depart, it had to be deiced by covering the leading edges of the wings with a sickening lime-green color foam. For the attractive, excited couple - who could have cared less about the weather they left behind in Iowa and Illinois - this would be an unimaginable adventure. They had abruptly flown to Florida to board Royal Carribean's huge ship, "The Freedom of the Seas," for a 7-day Carribean cruise; their very first.

This cruise wasn't something they had planned. The opportunity was presented to Mike just two days earlier when his co-worker, Andy Simpson, also an aviation mechanic, approached him at work in the big maintenance hanger. "Hey Mike, got a minute?"

"Sure, Andy, what's on your mind?"

"I want to talk with you about our cruise."

That sure didn't surprise Mike. It seemed as if they hadn't talked about hardly anything else lately but the cruise that Andy and his pretty wife, Judy, were leaving on in just two days. He couldn't imagine what more Andy had to tell him about it.

Andy sat down on a metal step of a movable work staircase. "We got a problem, Mike. Judy's dad was rushed to the hospital last night and she drove over to Des Moines this morning. He's going to be operated on tomorrow so, guess what? No cruise for us. I was a cheap, stupid ass and didn't buy cruise insurance."

"That's too bad Andy, sorry about Judy's dad and about your cruise, too."

"Look. I was thinking that this might be an opportunity for you and Jaime." He saw the quizzical expression on Mike's face and explained. "You give me five hundred dollars and I'll call and transfer our cruise over to you, that way I won't lose everything and you guys get a fantastic deal. Hey, you can fly to Florida for free, just like we were going to. You've got the time coming, Mike. If Jaime can also take a week off from her call-center job and you can arrange for someone to take care of the kids, then you'll be all set. What do you say?" He asked enthusiastically.

Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing. It seemed as if most of their friends and family had taken cruises - many of them several times - and, without exception, they all loved it, loved it, loved it. Jaime and Mike had assumed that it wouldn't be possible for them to sail off in the blue Carribean for years, now he was being presented with an opportunity that seemed too good to be true. "Two days isn't much time to prepare."

"It's a fucking cruise, Mike." Said Andy as he stood up, obviously exasperated, dropped his arms in front of him with palms up, as if to say, ‘what's wrong with you?' "Take some cutoffs, trunks, an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny bikini and shorts for Jaime, a couple of sexy dresses for her at night and you're all set."

"Let me call her."

Jaime Fisher - Wilson before she was married - had lived in Davenport, Iowa all of her thirty-four years of life. She and Mike had married right after high school, fifteen years ago. They had two children, Billy who was fourteen and Jane nine. The long, cold, gray winters were getting harder and harder for Jaime to endure. She envied their friends like Andy and Judy Simpson - maybe not exactly friends but acquaintances for many years - who could somehow manage to take an annual break, in the dead of winter, and head south to warmth, sunshine and sapphire blue skies. Jaime was on her morning break in the canteen room when her cell phone rang. "Hi honey," she answered, when she saw that it was Mike calling.

"Are you sitting down?"

"As a matter of fact I am."

"Well, you won't believe this. Andy just told me that Judy's dad's in the hospital and they're not going on their cruise."

"That's too bad," said Jaime without much interest in what her husband had said.

"Too bad for them but maybe, just maybe, it's great for us."

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she sat up straighter in the metal chair.

"Baby, you won't believe it," he said with a degree of excitement in his voice that she hadn't heard for sometime. "Andy has offered us their cabin for five hundred dollars . . . only five hundred dollars and we can, of course, fly to Florida for free."

"You've got to be kidding. Just, five hundred dollars for a week's cruise?" Mike was right. She couldn't believe it.

"Not kidding baby but we only have two days before we leave." He reminded his wife who seemed much more interested in the proposition than he had expected her to be.

Jaime was excited about something for the first time in days, maybe weeks, maybe even months. "I know I can get time off here and because Andy is your lead mechanic, well, he has obviously given you the time. I'm sure that my mom and dad would love to come over and take care of the kids," she said excitedly. "Should I call them?"

And so with a few telephone calls it was arranged for Jaime and Mike to take time off and for her folks to stay at their house and watch the kids.

An hour later Mike told Andy, "I think we're all set." Mike smiled and handed Andy his check for five hundred dollars.

"That's fucking great man." Andy couldn't complete a sentence without saying ‘fucking' this and ‘fucking' that. "Okay, I'll call the agency right now and switch everything over to you guys. Like I told you before, Lifestyles has pretty much taken over the ship, so most, if not all, of the passengers will be swingers."

Mike remembered that Andy had told him about the annual swinger's cruise months ago. It would be a huge problem if he told Jaime what kind of a cruise it was. Until now he had blocked the swinger issue from his mind. He knew she would think it was just another one of his crazy schemes to get her to open up and go along with some of the wild things he had been suggesting to her for more than a year.

"So Mike, is the swinger thing okay?" Andy asked him with real concern.

"Yeah, I guess so," he said, tentatively, knowing that it wasn't okay at all.

"Mike, have you told Jaime it's a swinger cruise?"

"No. No, I haven't," he answered somewhat sheepishly.

"Oh, oh. Shit, that'll be a problem. I mean the pools are clothing optional on this cruise. Dancing will be unlike any dancing you two have ever seen. You sure you still want to go? I can give you your check back," Andy said as he held out Mike's check.

Mike didn't hesitate. He held his hands up in front of him, and shook his head. "You keep the check. We want to go." He thought that this would be the perfect place for his wholesome wife to remove many of her lifelong inhibitions.

"Pal, you better be sure about this. I'm warning you Mike . . ." he said almost ominously, "I mean if you get on that ship, Jaime will get fucked. Pardon my straight talk but if she's not menstruating, she'll get fucked. I know that's what you want but you've told me a thousand times that she doesn't."

"She won't be having her period," he said with certainty. "And, yes Andy, I want that to happen and, you're also right that she doesn't but . . . well, I just thought this might be the best place for it to happen."

"Oh it will happen all right," Andy said without equivocation. Then he cautioned, "you just better be sure that's what you want."

"That's what I want, like I said, but how can you be so sure that it will happen?" He asked with a tinge of scepticism.

"Trust me. You'll be away from home. Being on a cruise is one of the most romantic places in the world. Women just can't resist being seduced there. And, someone who looks like Jaime, I mean . . . well think about it Mike, she'll be the best looking and hottest woman on the ship, hands down. Let's face it. Some of the smoothest men in the world will be constantly hitting on her. By the time the ship gets back to Florida she'll have been fucked dozens, maybe even a hundred times," he declared with confidence.

"I don't see how that's even possible, I mean dozens of times, even a hundred times?" Before Andy could respond, Mike added, "and certainly not Jaime. Andy, you know she's never screwed anybody else and, guess what, I doubt that she will on this trip."

"Oh one hundred times is possible my friend. She will get fucked a lot, believe me," Andy said. "Look. The agency has made all the arrangements for everything. The people seated at your dinner table will all be seasoned swingers. Every cabin on your deck, and probably all of the others too, will be occupied by couples that fuck around." Andy accepted the fact that Mike didn't want to hear more. He shrugged his shoulders, folded the check and placed it in the pocket of his work shirt knowing that he had told his friend, in good faith, almost everything there was to tell about the impending cruise.

Mike and Andy had worked together for nearly ten years and had become good friends even though they had little in common other than: their work, the fact that they lived in Davenport, Iowa and were each married to a beautiful woman. There, the similarities ended. Andy and Judy were party animals. Years before Andy had confessed to Mike that they had also become swingers. Mike didn't hold that against them, in fact he was intrigued by it, but when he told Jaime that the Simpsons were swinging, she about had a fit and didn't talk with either Andy or Judy for months. As time went by, she accepted what they did for recreation but that wasn't for her, and it never would be, she had told herself.

Chapter 2

"Come aboard we're expecting you . . ."

Jaime and Mike grabbed a cab at the airport and told the driver to take them to "The Freedom of the Seas." This would be the Haitian cabbies' seventh trip to the cruise ship that day. Like cabbies all over the world, he knew everything that was going on in his city, and he knew that most of the Freedom's passengers on this special cruise, were swingers. He could hardly believe that the beautiful woman in his back seat, laughing at nearly everything her husband said, was a swinger. She looked so innocent. Oh well, he thought enviously, lots of guys are going to have fun with her on this trip, wish I could be one of them.

Jaime and Mike were so impressed with how smoothly everything went when they checked in. Each of them was struck with how much easier it had been for thousands of excited passengers to clear passport control, be processed and checked aboard the giant, gleaming white ship than it had been for fewer than a hundred passengers to clear security at the Quad-Cities Airport and board the small plane to Florida.

They were on the fifth deck in room 5227. Their compact interior cabin was okay with both of them; a double bed pushed into a corner, a bathroom with a small shower, not a tub. They were so excited to finally be on board the glistening, white ship - that they thought was more like a city than a ship - the location and size of their cabin was unimportant to them. Within minutes of their arrival, the two black roller bags were brought to their room by a porter. They quickly unpacked and settled into the room that would be their home for the next seven days and nights.

Jaime hadn't really brought much with her. What Andy had suggested to Mike almost become her packing list. Two brand-new dresses for night time, not dresses that she would have chosen but were dresses that Mike thought were appropriate for tropical nights. One was black, fell to mid-thigh and was very low cut. The other was yellow, just as short as the black dress, with spaghetti straps over her bare shoulders and buttoned down the front. Two pairs of high heel sandals were purchased for the evenings that bared her painted toes. A couple of pairs of short shorts, one white and one khaki, two bikinis, one white and one black - which they talked about for a long time before purchasing because she had never worn anything but a one-piece bathing suit in her life. Flip flops and new white tennies completed her wardrobe. She remembered that when she had taken out three bras and five sets of panties, Mike asked, "what are these for?"

"Well, duh, my underwear."

"And, why do you need those, we're going to the tropics?"

"Mike. I don't care where we're going. I'm going to wear a bra and panties under everything but a swimming suit."

For more than a year he had been urging her to dispense with underwear. He wanted her to be freer, so he said, and sexier. Sometimes she did go without them just to make him happy and to put an end his begging. Finally, the underwear remained in her dresser drawer, not in her black canvas roller bag. She had to admit that it did feel very daring to go without them, especially being pantie-less. She could actually go braless without a problem - unless her nipples were on high beams as Mike called it - because they were still perky and nearly as firm as when they first met.

They were like two teenagers as they explored and discovered the huge vessel. There were enough elevator lobbies to move the huge population of passengers up and down the fifteen levels without having to wait very long. They were told that the casino was closed and wouldn't open until they were sailing in international waters. Shops, lounges and cafes were everywhere. They discovered where the dining room and the theater were at the opposite ends of the floating city. The enormous dining room was on two levels and occupied the rear - or to be nautically accurate, the stern - of the ship while the very large, tiered theater, that reminded them of pictures they had seen of Las Vegas casino theaters, was located forward or at the bow of the ship.

Jaime was so excited that she didn't seem to notice that this group of passengers was much more casual than a more traditional group would have been but how was she to know that almost everyone she saw was a swinger. She couldn't have known because her husband hadn't told her that the men and women were there primarily to have sex with people to whom they were not married. She didn't notice hands on asses as couples strolled by, or even couples passionately making out in the lounges at five in the afternoon.

They were thrilled as they stood at the rail on a top deck and watched as the 160,000 ton ship - that seemed so large to them as to be immovable - pulled away from the dock and out into the channel.

Maybe Andy was right, Mike thought, when they returned to their room. Jaime leaned against the door and pulled him to her. She was kissing him more intently than he could ever remember, urging him on with her tongue, her hands, her thighs and pelvis. She unbuckled his belt, pulled down his trousers and along with them his boxers, dropped to her knees and took his tumescent penis between her moist lips and sucked him inside her mouth until her nose was buried in the cushion of his crinkly pubic hair. Her tongue and cheeks went to work. It didn't take long for him to warn her as he always did, "stop baby I'm . . . I'm about to cum."

She took his hard wet cock out of her mouth, nearly chocking it in her hands, looked up at him with hooded eyes and said for the very first time, "come in my mouth," then she opened her mouth again, engulfed him and sucked him while cupping his swollen balls until he couldn't hold off any longer. He emptied his warm semen into her oral cavity as she swallowed voraciously.

"What was that all about?"

She seemed almost shy, a dribble of his sticky ejaculate seeped from the corner of her mouth. "Just wanted to do something nice for my husband that I've never done before. Thanks for this cruise baby. Maybe I can come up with a few more ideas," she said lewdly.

"Oh baby, there are a lot of things . . . a lot of things that I can think of for you to do to be nice to me."

"Yes, honey, I know all of the things you want me to do . . . "

"Well?"

She didn't answer him.

After a few minutes he said, "turn about is fair play," then he undressed her, carried her to the bed and buried his face between her legs. This time his tongue and his lips danced with her nether lips and un-hooded nubbin until she screamed out, "I'm coming."

He stood at the end of the bed and looked at her supine form in amazement, even though he had seen her naked and freshly satisfied thousands of times before. She truly was magnificent. Andy was right. She would be the most beautiful woman on the ship; she always was anywhere. She was four inches shorter than his height and stood at 5'6," but with her high heels on they were about the same. And, while he had gained more than thirty pounds during their marriage and now weighed nearly 200 pounds, she weighed the same as she had the day they married, 120 pounds.

Her boobs were B cups which was just fine with him. She wondered, like most women, if she wasn't on the small side but he reassured her that she was really perfect. Her legs were long, her waist narrow and her tummy flat. For the last six months, at his urging, she had kept her pussy bare except for a small, shaped brunette tuft above her cleft.

As perfect as her figure was, her face was her best feature: Big, deep-blue eyes that could smile even when her full lips - that were made to be kissed - didn't even move. Lustrous brown hair that fell to a couple of inches below her creamy shoulders and framed her movie-star beautiful face. The total package was breathtaking and made to be starred at.

They had discovered sex together but the Iowa girl was still an Iowa girl. He had tried everything to add a new spark to their lovemaking and, finally, concluded that he needed more than just the two of them to take their sex to a forbidden place that had been his fantasy for years. For some reason, he wanted to watch her get fucked by other men and had told her so. She was furious with him when he first mentioned it to her. She was sure that he must be having an affair and needed to assuage his guilt by offering her the freedom to do what, she assumed, he had already done. Eventually, she came to accept the fact that he hadn't strayed and for some strange reason he really did want her to reach a level of sexual satisfaction that couldn't be experienced with only one very familiar partner.

He was reminded that, sexually, she was very special indeed. He knew that most women were able to experience clitoral orgasms, far fewer were able to reach vaginal orgasms and very few women ejaculated when they climaxed. Jaime always climaxed vaginally, clitorally and usually ejaculated. There was no debate about whether or not she had a Grafenberg (G) Spot at the top and toward the front of her vagina, she did have a cluster of nerves there that could be easily stimulated by Mike's fingers or his cock.

Mike knew that his penis was nothing special in girth or length but it was very special to Jaime; it was the only one she had ever seen in the flesh, the only one she had ever touched, the only one to enter her pussy, her mouth or her ass. Mike's was the only penis to ever ejaculate deep inside her, the only one to cause her to reach mind-shattering, seismic, gushing climaxes.

They stretched out and slept for an hour until they were awakened by the announcement of a muster drill. Even the drill for these first-time cruisers was exciting as they quickly dressed, retrieved the bright orange vests from the closet and then followed the crowd two decks below to their assigned muster station where they received instructions on what to do if there was an emergency at sea.

When they returned to their cabin, they continued their naps that had been interrupted by the muster drill.

Chapter 3

"Love, life's sweetest reward."

It was eight in the evening when they awakened. Jaime read the schedule for the first night and said, "honey we're missing the welcome aboard cocktail party, want to try to make it?"

He knew that before the day was over Jaime would know that this was a Lifestyles cruise. For certain she would be really pissed at him for not telling her and giving her a choice about going. He thought that it couldn't hurt to delay her learning about what kind of cruise they were on so he responded, "let's just get dressed for dinner and skip the cocktail party."

She took her time getting dressed and when they left the cabin an hour later she was perfect. She wore the black dress and black strappy sandals and nothing else but a small black purse attached to a gold chain that she slung over her right shoulder. The purse contained her door entry card, gloss lipstick, a small flat hair pick and blush. Mike knew that she would never have gone out in public wearing the black dress at home. He wore khakis, loafers and a blue polo shirt.

They were the first to be shown to their table, #96, by a waiter named Guillermo from Panama, according to his name tag. Guillermo was dressed in a black tuxedo with a white bow tie. Their round table was on the main level, almost in the middle of the huge room, and set for eight people. They were excited as they had their choice of seats. Neither Jaime nor Mike had ever sat at a table setting with a greater variety of forks and knives from which to select. Guillermo, with an elegant flourish, like a matador with his cape, thought Jaime, unfolded and placed the napkin across her lap.

A minute later, Guillermo led another couple to the table to join them. The woman sat down next to Mike on his right and her husband on the woman's right. Though Jaime tried to be discreet, she knew that her mouth dropped open and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets in surprise and disapproval, when she realized that the very black woman with short, short hair was wearing a cream-colored dress that was so sheer you could clearly see her areolas and nipples. Jaime thought the gown was more suited for the bedroom than the dining room. She was sure that had she been paying closer attention before the woman sat down, she would also know if the black woman shaved her pubes. The handsome black man said, "I'm Raymond, this is my wife, Flo."

"Jaime and Mike," Mike responded. "This your first cruise?" Mike asked.

It was Flo who said excitedly, "we've been on three other cruises but this is our first Lifestyles cruise."

Mike saw the perplexed look on Jaime's face at Flo's strange answer to his question and realized that he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret from Jaime for much longer just what kind of a cruise they were on. To change the line of the conversation Mike asked. "Where are you guys from?"

"Seattle," Raymond answered. "You?"

Jaime spoke, "we live in the Quad Cities. Well," she laughed and continued, "we live in one of the Quad Cities, we live in Davenport, Iowa. We have two kids, a fourteen-year-old boy and a nine-year old daughter. Mike's an aviation mechanic and I've been working at a call center to help out since the economy turned."

Mike was surprised by all of the information she had volunteered. Normally, she wasn't so talkative, especially to strangers.

Flo smiled and offered, "Raymond's a lawyer. We don't have any children. This is a second marriage for both of us."

Just then the waiter returned leading two black men to their table. One of them sat next to Jaime and the other next to his friend. They were both big and handsome with shaved heads and were well dressed. Mike thought that they probably played ball in college a few years before or even pro. "I'm Blake Bishop," the man sitting next to Jaime said, "and this ugly guy is Derrick, my twin brother." Everybody laughed, as they were expected to, because both men were very handsome. "We're from Los Angeles," Derrick chimed in. Everyone leaned and shook hands in an awkward way and in no particular order but, somehow, it all worked out.

Guillermo led the final couple to their table, a tall thin gorgeous black woman, who looked like a fashion model holding the arm of a tall, thin black man with a mustache. The woman was wearing a dress that seemed more like a slip than a dress - in a different way it was as daring as Flo's frock. They soon learned that her attractive companion was not her husband - even though she explained that she was married, just not married to her cruise companion. This information shocked Jaime whose warning radar was sweeping the table and whose inner-voice was screaming, ‘what's going on here?' Vanessa and Alexander were from New York City.

Leather-covered dinner menus were handed to the eight diners and the next few minutes were spent deciding what each wanted to order. The menu would have impressed the most discriminating gourmet and so it was spectacular to the novice cruisers from the Midwest. Jaime and Mike discussed what seemed especially appetizing and decided to share a couple of dishes.

When her shrimp cocktail was set before her, she could have sworn that she could feel Blake's long thigh pressing against her own. Even the black man's knee and the outside of his calf came in contact with her corresponding anatomy. Nothing like this had ever happened to her in her life and so she naturally assumed that she must be mistaken, the man's moves must have been innocent, so she scooted a little closer to Mike. However, the seating at the table was very tight and there wasn't really anyplace for her to move. Blake just smiled at her and slid even closer to her. He chuckled softly when he saw her cheeks turn beet red. Then, he pressed his muscled black thigh even closer to hers and felt her recoil. To make his intentions crystal clear and his interest in her unmistakable, he boldly placed his big black hand on her warm bare thigh which was followed by him slipping off his Italian loafer and running his long bare toes over the top of her foot.

Jaime was so horrified she thought she might choke on the shrimp she was trying to chew and swallow. Dealing with something like this was way beyond her experience. She didn't want to cause a scene on the first night of the cruise and spoil everything but, she was already getting the idea that there was something going on here that Mike hadn't told her about. Maybe there was a reason why the tickets were so cheap, she thought. And then it hit her with the force of a Tsunami wave. Of course, Andy and Judy were swingers. This must be a swinger's cruise. As she scanned the table again and then looked at the other tables in the dinning room, it was obvious that this wasn't an ordinary cruise. Flo and Vanessa's attire wasn't extreme by the daringly, trashy dress standards displayed by the other women in the dining room that she could see. They would be at sea for two days before their first port of call in Ocho Rios, Jamaica. She was trapped. What could she do? She could stand up and return to their cabin but she didn't do that.

She looked at her husband who was talking with Flo, trying his hardest to look at her eyes and not her tits. Jaime reached under the table, grabbed Blake's hand firmly and lifted it off her thigh. He just smiled at her but before she finished her shrimp cocktail his hand was right back where it had been and was gently rubbing the smooth, bare skin inside of her thigh, slowly working his way up. She dug her nails into his wrist, firmly moved it, turned and glowered at him. He just smiled back at her.

Jaime couldn't have known that Andy had called Blake the day before and explained that he and Judy wouldn't be able to make the cruise. Blake was very disappointed when he heard the news because he had a thing for Judy. Every time they saw each other for the past several years at a club, resort or convention they connected. For this trip they had something special planned when they arrived in Jamaica; that's why both Andy and Blake had made sure that they would be seated at the same dinner table.

However, Blake's interest in the cruise, even without Judy, was renewed and his disappointment replaced with expectations when Andy explained, "look buddy, I sold my tickets to a friend that I work with. You absolutely won't believe his wife. I'm telling you . . . and this is no shit man, she's drop dead, I mean drop dead gorgeous. Her name is Jaime, but, well, but . . . there's a problem."

"What's the problem?"

"They're not swingers."

"Impossible," said Blake. "I can't imagine a non-swinging couple booking this cruise, of all cruises. That's just crazy."

"Not as bad as it sounds, my friend," Andy said. "She does know it's a swinger's cruise. Anyway, her old man really wants her to fuck around and he's all for it. I'm sure that with his encouragement and cooperation she'll come around. And, if she does, you'll find her to be the hottest woman you've ever been with. I've had this feeling about her for years and my feelings about these things are usually right."

"Okay Andy, thanks for the heads up. I promise to do my part to make her husband's wishes come true," he concluded with a soft chuckle.

At the table Mike felt Jaime squirming and he could feel her leaning into him, strangely crowding him. He saw that she was having a hard time concentrating on sipping her soup, her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. As he looked at Blake, he could swear that the handsome black man gave him a conspiratorial wink.

Mike leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear, "are you okay?"

She put her spoon down, looked at him aware that the entire table was watching the only white couple seated there, and whispered in his ear, "I'm not okay. Something has been going on, that I don't know how to handle."

"What?"

"Something you couldn't see, you'll have to use your imagination." Then she said coldly, "I've figured out what this cruise is all about though."

Mike understood that the cat was out of the bag so he whispered back. " What should we do about it now?"

She wasn't exactly sure if he was asking her, ‘what they should do about what had happened to her that he couldn't see,' or if he was asking her, ‘what they should do about the fact that she had just discovered that this was a cruise for swingers,' so she didn't answer him.

The nature of the conversation around the dinner table in the enormous dining room had suddenly changed. If Jaime hadn't already have guessed about the nature of the cruise minutes earlier, she would have known when Flo asked. "Vanessa, How long have you been swinging?" "Five years. My workaholic husband couldn't get away for this cruise but he wanted me to go anyway." She laughed and explained, "he loves it when I fuck around, so he arranged for Alexander to accompany me."

"Great husband," said Flo as she looked over at her own husband as if to say, ‘see if you can't take me on a trip like this you should arrange for someone else who can.'

It was Alexander who posed the same question to Flo and her husband. "Little complicated, responded Raymond. My first wife wouldn't swing, period. I did everything possible to bring her along without any success. None, zilch, period." He turned toward Flo, looked at her adoringly and said, "when Flo and I got serious, it was understood before we married, that she would have to fuck other guys. We've been doing this for three years and love it, love it."

Eventually the question that was sure to be asked was directed at Mike by Derrick. "How about you guys Mike, how long have you been swinging?" He asked, with a smile, already knowing the answer because he and Blake talked about everything.

Mike was quiet. He wasn't sure how to answer. He was surprised when Jaime replied softly with a non sequitur, "this is our first cruise."

Everyone understood that Derrick's question wouldn't be directly answered but, even those who didn't know for certain sensed that the anxious white couple had never been in a swinging environment.

Alexander pointedly asked Blake and Derrick. "Where are your wives?"

"Neither of them could make it on this trip." Derrick spoke for both of them. "By the way our wives are white." His unnecessary declaration regarding the races of their spouses, received a slight frown from Flo and Vanessa, thought Jaime. "But, we both love swinging and actually have business in Jamaica, so this trip is perfect for us," said Derrick.

Guillermo served the entries. Jaime had ordered the lobster and Mike the steak which they intended to share. The food was great but Jaime found it difficult to eat because she was so upset.

Jaime noticed that Vanessa, seated directly across the table, was squirming. She saw that both Alexander and Derrick had only one hand above the table. Jaime assumed, correctly, that two hands were exploring Vanessa's long black legs and, most likely, what was above and between them.

Chapter 4

"Let it flow, it comes back to you."

The conversation around the table was mostly about swinging. Mike and Jaime didn't say much because they didn't know hardly anything about the subject but as they carefully listened, they learned a lot. They learned about on-premises and off-premises clubs, house parties, clubs in other countries, resorts, conventions and much more. Jaime realized that the thousand or more diners that surrounded them and the six people at their table, except for how Vanessa, Flo and the other women were dressed, seemed like regular people. These were people that if she met them in any other setting, she wouldn't think anything was out of the ordinary. She thought of Judy, Andy's wife, and how her feelings toward her had changed after she learned that they were swingers. Now she wondered if she had been unfair and judgmental to the woman who was otherwise a great person.

Jaime and Mike were told that at clubs, private parties and even on the ship, when a door was open it was an invitation for others to drop in. They were warned that when they returned to their cabin, several of the cabin doors along the passageway would most likely be propped open.

Then there was a spirited disagreement among the seasoned swingers after Flo told Mike and Jaime, "the rule at every club, every party everywhere and always is that ‘no means no.'"

Blake said, "that's just pure bullshit. No doesn't always mean no and often means yes."

Vanessa defended Flo. "Blake you know that ‘no means no.'"

"I'll prove you're wrong." He sat up, finished the red wine in his glass and said, "a thousand times I've been told, ‘no' and when I've asked, ‘do you really mean no?' Guess what the chick almost always says?" He paused for effect, scanned the table, looked at everyone. "I'll tell you what she says, ‘no.'" He chuckled victoriously and added, "which, ‘no' meant ‘no'? That's easy, it was the second one which really meant yes. A double negative is a positive. If I thought no meant no I'd still be a virgin." The subject was dropped.

It was after ten-thirty when deserts were finished and the last coffee cup drained. Jaime saw that the huge dinning room had nearly emptied. Everyone at their table, except for Mike and Jaime, agreed to meet in the disco in an hour. It was obvious that Jaime and Mike had to spend some time talking.

As the giant vessel headed south over the warm sea, the night sky was black and the stars were twinkling. The nervous couple from the heartland held hands and walked slowly on the top deck. Jaime's brown hair billowed in the breeze. Nothing was said by either of them for several minutes. Finally, it was Jaime who said, "Mike, I feel trapped."

"I'm sorry baby. I should have told you about the cruise."

"Yes, you should have," she said without allowing him an inch of wiggle room.

"Jaime, let's put this on hold until we get back to our cabin. Why don't we go see the late show in the theater?"

They loved the performance in the giant theater. They thought the dancers and singers were the most professional they had ever seen or heard, not that they had much exposure to live entertainment. While they were watching the show in the dark theater, sitting as close to her husband as possible, she was reminded once again what kind of a cruise they were on when she felt the pressure from the leg of the man sitting on her other side for the second time that night. No subtlety about it. She crossed her left leg over her right, breaking contact with him, but he still pressed against her at the hip. Thank goodness, she thought, as the show came to an end and the lights came on. As she stood, she glanced at the man who had been pushing his hip into hers. He was older than her dad, a little gnome of a man with a ruddy face and a fringe of white hair. The woman with him was half his age, beautiful, statuesque and blonde. Jaime couldn't help but think, in a catty way, that ‘the guy must be very rich.' The gorgeous blonde confirmed Jaime's suspicion by flashing the ring on her left hand that must have been five carats, as she smiled at Jaime knowingly.

As they walked down the passageway toward their room, they saw and heard that what they had been warned about at the dinner table was true. Several doors were propped open, some all the way, others just cracked. One didn't have to guess what was happening inside the rooms because a familiar symphony of ooohs, aaaahs, groans, grunts, skin slapping against skin and squishy wet sounds was unmistakable.

When the door to their small, pitch-black cabin closed behind them, it was Jaime who was the aggressor. Her shoes, dress and purse were dropped where she stood. She pulled his shirt over his head, undid his belt, unzipped his slacks and then dropped to her knees in almost exactly the same spot she had earlier. "Uh, uh," said Mike as he pulled her up, lifted her in his strong arms and carefully carried her to their bed. "This time I need to be inside you."

"Oh Mike . . . oh baby, fuck me fuck me and don't ever stop."

"I'll fuck you baby," he said as he pushed inside her, "but I'll have to stop."

"Please . . . please don't, please . . . don't stop . . . don't ever stop." Her pleas, she knew, would be futile, and even conflicted, because she was grinding against him harder than ever before. The laws of physics would have to be defied if she were to get her wish for him to, ‘don't ever stop,' because she was also determined to pump him dry as soon as possible.

Jaime didn't get her first wish but she did pump him dry. After, her face was pressed into his neck and he was holding her so tightly that he thought he might be hurting her. She seemed to be pressing against him even harder as if - by osmosis - her skin might mingle with his and they would be physically joined in a different way.

Neither slept nor even dozed. They were lost in a melange of their private thoughts. Each was waiting for the other to bring up the subject that they had avoided since they decided to see the late show in the theater.

"Andy told me that if we went on this cruise you'd get fucked."

"Oh, he did, did he? Well I guess Andy was right," she said softly, "I've just been very well fucked."

Then Mike continued sharing what his work mate had told him. "He also said that if we went on this cruise you'd get fucked dozens of times, maybe even a hundred times."

Her stomach did flip flops when she heard those words. "And, is that what you want to happen?" She asked with a catch in her voice.

"Yes it is."

"Michael Fisher! I can't believe you. You don't know what you're talking about."

"Jaime Beth Fisher!" He said, matching her formality and intensity, "I know what I want."

"It's not going to happen Mike."

"A guy can dream can't he?"

She didn't answer his question right away, then said, "yeah, I guess a guy can dream so long as he doesn't expect those kind of dreams to come true."

It was after eleven in the morning when they awakened. Neither of them could ever remember sleeping in so late. They knew that they had missed breakfast in the dining room so they would have to eat in the buffet on an upper deck.

When they had finished eating, Mike asked, "want to head to the pool and catch some sun?"

"Absolutely. This all seems so unreal to me. I can't believe it's really happening. I mean being here, this incredible weather, on this amazing ship. Hurry, let's go change," she said eagerly.

In their cabin she slipped into her black bikini. This would be the second time she had ever worn it. The first was in the dressing room at the store in the mall. She thought the suit was way too revealing, but when Mike stuck his head through the dressing room curtain and saw her he said, "baby, that's perfect, it was made for you." Now she wasn't so sure. It was really nothing. It barely covered her nipples and if she hadn't been shaving down below before, she would have had to in order to wear the bottom.

On the top deck they walked toward the blue lounges at the end of the sparkling pool and saw someone waving at them. It was Vanessa. "Hey Jaime and Mike, over here."

They waved back and walked toward her. They didn't realize, until they were within a few feet of her, that she was completely naked. Then, they saw that all of the women around and in the pool were at least topless and many completely nude like Vanessa.

"These two lounges aren't taken," she said indicating the two blue chaise lounges on her right.

Jaime sat down on the lounge next to Vanessa's and stretched out. "Where's Alexander?" She asked politely.

"He spent the night with Flo. Guess they're still together. Raymond's still asleep," then she laughed and said, "thought I might have fucked him to death. I checked before I came up here though and he's still breathing and his heart is beating."

"You gals want a drink?" Mike asked nervously, wanting to change the subject for some reason.

"Ain't you sweet. Sure, something tropical with rum," answered Vanessa.

"Sounds good for me too," said Jaime though she hardly ever drank at home.

When Mike left them, Vanessa said, "Jaime, get that suit off. People gonna think you're a cop or something."

"Oh, I couldn't do that," said an embarrassed Jaime.

"Jaime, you've got about the best figure I've ever seen. You'll be the only woman here with her boobs covered and if you want an all-over tan, then the bottoms gotta go too. I promise you'll love the freedom, nothing like it. Go on girl. Get naked." She urged.

Jaime's fingers had a life of their own and didn't want to pay attention to that part of her brain that was supposed to control them. They untied the wispy string at her back and pulled the skimpy top off that didn't cover much anyway. I guess, it won't hurt to be topless she thought. My boobs are okay and the sun's rays licking at the virgin skin that had never been touched by them before, did feel incredible, she thought as she lay back down.

"Uh uh. You ain't finished girlfriend. Get them drawers off too."

Why am I doing this? She asked herself as she lifted up off the cushion and hooked her thumbs in each side of the black bikini bottom and slipped it off her legs. What's happening to me? She wondered as she was naked outdoors for the first time in her life in front of dozens of people.

It was a wonder that Mike didn't drop the three drinks he was carrying when he saw that in the few minutes he had been gone Jaime had taken off her bikini. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined her completely naked in public. Not his Jaime. It couldn't happen. But, it had.

Both women sat up and took their drink. Mike sat down on the lounge next to his wife.

"No sir," said Jaime.

"No what?"

"This is a no clothing area. If you want to stay here, lose the trunks mister," said Jaime with a huge smile.

Vanessa was right. It felt incredible to stretch out without clothes, she thought as she drifted off to a pleasant sleep. When she awakened a half hour later, Vanessa asked her, "What are you wearing tonight for dinner?"

"I have a yellow dress."

"Tonight's, lingerie night. Your dress won't do. Wear some sexy undies."

"That'll be a problem."

"Why?" Asked Vanessa.

"I didn't bring any. Mike doesn't like me to wear them but at home, I usually do anyway. Well, he talked me into leaving them in my dresser for this trip."

"Good for Mike. Look, come to my cabin before dinner. I have a couple of things that will look great on you."

They stayed in the sun for another half hour then moved into the shade area. The pool area was much more crowded than it had been when they first arrived. Mike was proud of his beautiful wife and couldn't help but notice that most of the men checked her out and many made unnecessary trips so they could get closer views. Before Mike and Jaime headed back to their room, he saw that she was becoming comfortable stretched out naked in public. He was sure that she was aware of the attention she was receiving and was subtlety teasing her admirers by spreading her legs, just enough to flash wet pink, to anyone who was looking closely and almost all of the men, and many women too, were looking closely.

Back in their cabin they were laying together naked under just a sheet, each drifting in and out of afternoon naps. Their respective slumbers were interrupted by questions and the need by the other to respond.

"Did you like that up at the pool?" He asked.

"Like what?"

"Being naked."

"It felt great to have the sun on my bare skin, the breeze flowing over my body, the sound of the sea and the music. Yeah, I liked it."

"Did you like the people looking at you?"

"Come on Mike, there were so many beautiful women there, I'm sure nobody paid any attention to me."

"Jaime, you're going to have to stop this. You know that everyone was watching every move you made. Sure there were a lot of hot women at the pool but you know that none of them were in your class. Tell me the truth could you feel them looking?"

Softly and slowly she said, "yeah, I can always tell when someone is looking."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah. I do like it. Does that make me a slut?"

"It makes you human. Would you like them to do more than look?"

"Mike if we do this, we'll never be able to undo it."

"I don't want to undo anything. I can't help it baby, the thought of you with other guys drives me crazy, I can't stop thinking about it . . . "

"Yes but what if the guys are black like all of the men at our table last night?"

"Better yet, baby. I haven't told you this before but that's my ultimate fantasy, you with a black guy."

She looked at him seriously then asked, "a black guy, or black guys?"

"Oh shit, baby, you're going to give me a heart attack."

She held his face in her hands, starred into his eyes, and said, "we don't want that now, do we?"

"No. We don't want that."

Chapter 5

"Love boat soon will be making another run."

Jaime was wearing her black heels, shorts, a T-shirt with her black purse over her shoulder when she left their cabin to meet Vanessa. It was agreed that she and Mike would rendevous at the dinner table at nine. Flo and Raymond were already at the table when Mike arrived. Flo was wearing black stockings held up by a garter belt and a long flowing dark-blue peignoir that didn't do a very good job of covering her ample breasts. Alexander arrived a few minutes later and reported that Vanessa and Jaime would be there soon. Blake and Derrick showed up before the women did.

Vanessa led the way. She was wearing a white diaphanous baby doll pajama top but obviously no bottoms. A step behind her he saw Jaime who was wearing an identical baby doll pajama top, but black, and just as obviously no bottoms. He could tell that she was very nervous. When she sat down he leaned over and said, "You look beautiful honey."

Like the previous night the menus were passed around and the first few minutes were spent ordering their meals. Jaime wasn't surprised this time when she felt Blake's hand on her bare thigh, though she tensed. She turned to her husband, whispered in his ear, "I'm being touched again. What do you want me to do about it?"

"You know what I want," he whispered back.

When Blake felt the woman sit up straighter and relax her long leg just a teeny bit, he smiled as his hand slid to the inside of her thigh, gently squeezed the firm warm flesh, only this time with no rebuff from her.

What the hell am I doing? Jaime asked herself. I'm being pawed by a man I don't even know and my husband is encouraging it. I'm here on a ship, which is something that I've always dreamed of doing, but this cruise is sure different than what I wanted for so long. There's not a question that the black guy's attractive and that he wants me, but do I want him? She asked herself realizing that she didn't know the answer to her hypothetical question. However, it did feel to her as if someone had thrown an invisible switch, of some sort, that released an unfamiliar current of electricity to flow through her.

Because the black hand on her left thigh was driving her crazy, her legs had parted which Blake took as an invitation but he wasn't in a hurry and didn't rush. His finger tips were gently tracing circles on her inner thigh flesh and ever so slowly working their way higher and higher. When they were within half an inch of her moist bare pussy lips, they would glacially reverse their direction. When the touching and fondling had first started last night, Jaime had felt infuriated and violated, now she felt aroused and frustrated but, also, in some inexplicable way, grateful that the strange black man's digits had not come in contact with her genitalia. For the moment, only Mike's hands, fingers, tongue and cock had touched her there but she sensed she wouldn't be able to say that for much longer.

Then, she felt her husband's hand on her right leg. Mike wasn't nearly as patient as Blake. Her husband's familiar hand wandered up her leg and then his fingers were where they had been many times before, touching the wet lips of her pussy, cleaving her slit and rubbing her swollen clit. Even though they were in a formal dining room surrounded by more than a thousand people and though she tried with all of her might, she couldn't keep from coming which wasn't lost on Blake. Then, there were fingers from two hands parting her lips. One of the hands was white and familiar the other bigger, black, new and different.

Mike couldn't believe what was happening, what Jaime was allowing to happen. Right here, right in front of all of these people. His fingers and Blake's were touching and working together in concert. Four of them were wedged inside her, two black and two white. She actually was scooting down a little on the dining room chair to impale more of the digits inside her, her legs were as wide spread as possible between the two men and her juices were soaking their hands. She wanted to scream but suppressed the urge with great difficulty. Both Mike and Blake were pleased with the obvious satisfaction they had brought her as they removed their hands from her depths. Both men were smiling as they openly wiped their hands on the linen napkins and then calmly finished their meals as though nothing had happened. But, everyone at their table and, many seated at the surrounding tables, knew exactly what had happened at table #96 on the second night of the cruise.

Like the previous night after dinner Mike and Jaime went up to the top deck. Everyone at the table had agreed to meet at the disco later. She felt like a whore knowing that her ass cheeks could be seen by anyone behind them and if she took too long a stride her slit and pussy hair could be seen by anyone walking toward them.

"What now?" She asked her husband.

"I guess we go to the disco."

"You know what's going to happen, don't you?" She asked seriously.

"I think so." He answered.

"And, Mike, you're sure about this?"

"I'm sure, are you sure Jaime?" He asked as he held her shoulders in his hands, stepped back and looked at her imploringly.

She shook her head, then looked down at her feet. "No, I'm not sure about anything anymore,"

They soon discovered that there were several dance clubs on the giant ship and none of them were called a disco. They had been to two clubs looking for their new friends before they saw Vanessa and Alexander on the dance floor of the third club. They were dancing closely and he held her ass with a black cheek gripped by each of his hands. When their eyes got used to the dim lighting, Jaime noticed Flo scrunched up in the corner of a red sofa. Her dark blue peignoir was parted. Her right leg rested along the back of the sofa, her left shoeless foot rested on the floor. Between Flo's splayed black legs was Derrick's smooth shaved head. As Jaime took in the rest of the club she was shocked by what she saw. It had only been about forty-five minutes since they had finished dinner but in that time things had sure heated up in the club.

One woman was dancing nude with two men who were also nude. On another red sofa a white woman was getting fucked by a Latino man while she was sucking the above-average size cock of another Latino. Jaime thought that she was way out of her league here. She had never even seen anyone else have sex in her entire life - except for video porn - now, suddenly, she was surrounded by real, wet squishy sex. She knew the best thing to do would be for them to return to their cabin, but she didn't do that, she just gripped Mike's damp hand more tightly.

As they watched the vertical orgy massed on the dance floor and the horizontal ones taking place on the red sofas along the walls, she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder and wasn't surprised when she turned her head to see that it was Blake. He didn't say anything he just leaned down and pressed his thick lips against hers. She gripped her husband's hand even harder and felt him return the pressure. The tip of Blake's tongue was tracing her lips and nudging them. It was no secret what he wanted. Slowly, she opened her mouth and his tongue shot past her teeth and explored the inside of her mouth. Then their tongues dueled. This was the first time she had been kissed by another man since her wedding. And before she was married only a few clumsy boys had french kissed her. Blake knew exactly what he was doing. He was making her toes curl. He turned her body toward his, pressed against her and took her hand from her husband's hand and redirected it around to his broad shoulder. They continued to kiss for several minutes. Their mouths were wet with their mingled saliva. Jaime felt herself moistening between her legs. No matter what her mind told her she should do, her body wanted her to do something else. Over the years of marriage her body knew that when she made out this long and became this aroused the next thing to expect was a hard cock and so in preparation for that she was secreting the fluids to make what her body anticipated comfortable and satisfying rather than painful and disappointing.

Blake broke the kiss, looked at her and asked, "want to dance?"

"I don't think my legs will hold me up," she said breathlessly.

"I'll hold you up," he promised as he walked her to the floor.

As Mike watched his wife and the black man pressed tightly together on the dance floor he sensed that someone was standing by his side. "Haven't seen you before," said an attractive woman who he guessed must have been over fifty. She had short auburn hair and a gorgeous body encased in a black gossamer teddy that looked as if it had been painted on her. "I'm Megan Porter."

"Hi Megan," said Mike while out of the corner of his eye he watched Blake and his wife.

"That your wife?"

"Yes, she's Jaime and I'm Mike, Mike Fisher, we're from Iowa."

"Swinging long?"

"No, this is a first for us. We've never done anything. I've wanted to for a long time but Jaime was dead set against it. Then we had an opportunity for this cruise and it looks like things might work out after all."

"Well, Mike, it won't be long before she'll have a big black cock inside her. How do you feel about that?"

"I think I'm okay with it. Since this is the first time, I'll have to get back to you on that," he laughed nervously.

"My guess is she's going be busy for the rest of the night. In my experience when a black guy can't get it up any more he always has friends nearby who can. Feel like some company?"

Megan's question caught him off guard. He hadn't even thought about doing something himself. It was all about Jaime, at least in his mind it had been. Now an attractive woman was offering herself to him. "Megan, how about if we have a drink and get to know each other a little, I kind of want to keep an eye on Jaime, if you understand." He didn't want to leave the club where his wife was grinding against a black man.

"Sure I understand. Having a drink together is great by me," she said as she took his hand and led them to a small table for two in the corner that didn't have a very good view of the dance floor, not much of a view at all.

Blake's tall black body was molded to Jaime's tight white body. Their lips were once again connected. His hard chest pressed into her breasts. Between her legs, separated by his pants and perhaps boxers or briefs, was his hard penis and her wet pussy. Her pubic bone was riding on top of his shaft that felt huge to her. "Can we go somewhere?" She asked softly after she had broken their long kiss.

"Sure we can," he teased, "what do you want to do somewhere else?"

He wasn't making this easy for her. "Do what we've been doing, fool around . . . oh, I don't know, maybe make love."

"Don't you mean fuck, Jaime? He asked emphasizing the word that nice girls didn't say. "Don't you want me to stick my black cock in your cunt and fuck your brains out?"

"Well, well . . . maybe I do."

"Maybe you do what?"

"Maybe I want to go somewhere and fuck our brains out," she said in concession.

Blake took her hand and they left the club. Mike didn't see them leave. He was talking with Megan and then a few minutes later when he tried to see his wife and Blake on the floor he couldn't find them. They were gone.

As they left the club, they walked without saying anything to the nearest elevator. As the doors closed Jaime pressed #5. On the fifth floor she led him to her room and fished the entry card out of her small black purse. While they had been dining, the bed had been made and the room tidied up almost as if it were expecting company. And, now her company, Blake, smiled at her, unbuttoned his silk shirt, kicked off his shoes and seemed to challenge her with his eyes. She set her purse on the bureau, stepped out of her heels and instantly shrunk four inches or maybe Blake grew four inches in height. Then the black man unbuckled his alligator belt, unzipped his linen trousers and stepped out of them. Jaime didn't have to wonder any longer if he was wearing boxers or briefs, she saw that he was wearing neither. He stood before her proudly and naked while she was still wearing her black, see-through, baby-doll pajama top.

Between his legs was an appendage that she hadn't seen equaled in the few porn videos that Mike had insisted she watch with him during the last year. She was beginning to think that this wasn't a very good idea. Oh, she was very aroused and had decided that she wanted to make love with him, now she wasn't so sure that she could even fit that thing inside her without pain or damage.

Blake sensed the fear and trepidation as she looked down at his thickening cock. "Honey, have you ever fucked a black guy before?"

"Blake, I thought you knew that I've never been with anyone but my husband and well, well . . . he fills me up but he's not nearly as . . ." she just couldn't bring herself to anatomically compare the love of her life, the father of her children, with this stranger. To her it would be disloyal, so she said nothing more on the subject.

Blake didn't say anything either. He saw that his selection for his first conquest on this cruise was the right one. He held the hem of the baby-doll in each hand as she lifted her arms for him. Then, she was naked. Oh, shit he thought, perfect boobs, great tummy and a pussy made for munching. He held her tightly and began kissing her again. Within a few minutes they worked their way to the bed taking baby steps. She was on her back and he was between her wide spread legs. "Put it in, she begged."

"Not yet baby, we're in no rush," and then his mouth was where Mike's had been yesterday, right at the center of her body doing exactly what Mike's had done. Well, not exactly what Mike's mouth had done, she realized, because he wasn't Mike. He had his own style, his own technique. With lips, tongue and fingers he made her scream to be fucked. She was a little embarrassed at how wet she had become. He's going to think I'm a whore, she thought to herself. Then she just didn't care what he thought. She didn't care about anything but being filled, being stretched, being pounded, being creamed. "Fuck me Blake, please, please fuck me."

"You put it in honey."

Her fingers wouldn't reach around the shaft that rested on her pubic bone. As best she could, she placed it at her swampy opening and pushed up which was his signal to push down. Then they were joined. It didn't hurt but she had never felt more full and then he started to move. How could anything feel so good that she had been told, over and over, was so bad? Within minutes she was coming all over his thrusting cock and didn't stop until after he had flooded her with his thick, grayish seminal fluid.

Mike must have been right, she thought. Maybe I am cut out for this. It was wonderful! Not better than Mike, just different. After a few minutes she said, "If I help you," she said timidly, "if I help you . . . " her hand held his wet shrinking cock, "can you . . . well, can you go again?"

He laughed then realized that it probably wasn't the right thing to do because she was so inexperienced at all this. "Honey, it will take me awhile to get ready for seconds."

"Sorry, I just thought . . . "

"Obviously you're not finished."

"Guess, I never am, that's what my Mike says."

Wow! What have I got here? Blake asked himself. "Jaime, slip the baby-doll and your shoes back on and come with me."

"Blake, I don't want to walk around with my ass bare."

"Then put on a dress."

She was already stepping into her heels when she asked, "where are we going?"

"Going to my place to have a drink, talk and see what else might happen." He wanted to take her to one of the two huge playrooms that had been set up but he didn't want to frighten her away and he knew that there would be plenty of time for the playrooms later.

After she slipped the black dress she had worn the previous night over her freshly fucked nude body, she sat down in front of the mirror surrounded by lights, touched up her makeup, added a fresh coat of lip gloss and brushed her thick hair.

Before they left the room she looked back at the bed she was sharing with her husband and saw the rumpled, now soiled white sheets with the big gooey spot, embedded with a few crinkly dark pubic hairs that had been shed during their coupling - unfamiliar body hairs that her husband, when he saw them, would instantly recognize were not shed by her. For some reason, she didn't straighten the bed, leaving behind the evidence of what had happened on its surface and securing it by placing the "Do Not Disturb" sign over the door handle when they left.

Blake and Derrick were sharing a suite on the 8th deck fantail. The back of the suite was floor to ceiling glass with a balcony that ran the length of the suite, one of the largest and most sumptuous on the ship. The size of each bedroom and the parlor were impressive, especially when compared with their tiny cabin. But what Jaime liked the most about the black men's accommodations, after her brief tour, was the big bathtub.

"This place is amazing," she said. "What work did you say you did?"

"I didn't. I just said that Derrick and I had some business in Jamaica."

"What kind of business?"

"Let's not talk about business just yet. Jaime, I promise I'll talk about it later. I think one of our businesses might be something you'll find interesting."

She let the matter drop and accepted a drink from him. While she was relaxing and sipping her drink Blake was on the telephone. He completed several calls and then sat down by her and put his arm around her. She asked with a big smile, "ready for seconds?"

"Not yet, but not to worry. I've put the word out that were having a private party. Won't be long before the door bell rings."

Jaime sat bolt upright and said, "what do you mean by that? What . . . what's a private party?"

"Baby, you know that this is a cruise for swingers. Everybody, maybe except for you in the beginning, came here to fuck. A lot of people have seen you and are very interested in getting together with you. I just put out the word where we are and that you might be in a frisky mood. Are you in a frisky mood, Jaime?" He asked playfully.

"Well maybe for you or my husband, I could be frisky." Even to herself she sounded like a coquette.

"Well, baby, you'll have to wait awhile for me and your husband's not here. How about somebody else?"

She was quiet as she thought about his question. "I guess that would depend . . . "

Just then the doorbell to the suite rang. Blake jumped up and said excitedly, "we've got company," and walked to the door.

Jaime couldn't have been more surprised when Derrick, and four other men entered the suite. Of course Derrick was black, as was a man introduced to her as Duane, two men were Latinos and the other was white.

Jaime sat up nervously as Derrick completed the introductions. "Guys this smokin hot fox is Jaime. Blake tells me she's the best he's ever had. He say's she's still frisky and needs some help. Jaime, like I said the brother is Duane, Jose and Eduardo are the guys from Guatemala and Reed is from Ireland. We've partied with them before and they're great guys. Hope you're not finished for the night, baby."

"I'm not finished for the night. I was saving some more for your brother, Blake, and my husband."

Derrick sat down in the place that Blake had vacated. Reed sat down next to her on the other side. "Baby," Reed said in a charming Irish accent, "myself, I been doin all this stuff a long time and you, my sweet colleen 're about the hottest lass I've ever seen. I have to tell you baby . . . jabbers . . . if I don't stick my big dick in you soon I think I'll explode. Hoot mon."

Jaime couldn't help it. She laughed at Reed. "You sure know how to sweet talk a girl." Then to push him a bit she added, "laddy." Which made him laugh and seemed to break the ice for everyone.

Jose sat down in front of her on the carpeted floor and very carefully removed her shoes as if he were removing Cinderella's glass slippers. Derrick leaned over and began to kiss her which wasn't initially encouraged by her then she realized that Blake's twin was exactly like Blake and she responded to him. Somehow Duane got behind her and told her to lean forward as he unzipped her dress. Then he asked her to lift up and raise her hands, which she did, as he smoothly skimmed the black dress over her head in a flash. She was now buck naked in a room with six sizzling hot men, one of whom she had already fucked.

Duane had already taken one of her swollen nipples in his mouth while Reed latched onto the other. She felt as if she were nursing grown twins, but these twins had teeth and whiskers and weren't trying to get fed, rather they were trying to drive her crazy with lust and succeeding. Jose, lifted each of her feet to the edge of the sofa and buried his face in her snatch. She learned quickly that he was a world class pussy eater. Each of the men disrobed, including Blake. In front of Jaime was more naked cock than she had ever conceived. But it wasn't necessary for her to imagine a volume of swollen cock because they were here, they were real, in the flesh, hard, dripping and wanting to be inside of her; somewhere inside her, in her mouth, in her pussy or in her ass. Jose lifted up on his knees and eased his big brown dick inside her pussy, her hungry, yawning pussy. When he entered her, she came and didn't stop coming for what seemed like a long time to herself and the half dozen men. Jose was so excited that it didn't take long for him to shoot inside her. He was instantly replaced by Duane who was a little longer and much wider than Jose, almost as big as Blake she thought.

Meanwhile, back in the club, Mike was a nervous wreck. Megan was trying so hard to calm him down but wasn't having much success. "I guess they must have left," he said with obvious anxiety in his voice.

"I imagine that Jaime felt like an object on display and for her first time with another man she didn't want it be standing up in the middle of a crowded dance club."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're right about that, Megan. Where do you think they went?"

"Well, my guess is she took him to your room."

"Think so?"

"That's what I would have done."

The conversation was strained. It was hard for Mike to talk about his work, his kids, when all he could think about was his beautiful wife and what she was doing. He did appreciate Megan sharing with him how she and her husband, Curt, got started and her initial feelings about doing something that was so unacceptable and wicked, to her.

Finally it was Megan who said, "should we go up to your room and check?"

Mike stood up quickly, accepting her suggestion.

They stood outside the door to the cabin, saw the "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the door handle, listened carefully but didn't hear a sound from inside the room. Mike slipped his card in the door slot, waited for the light to flash green, then pushed it open and walked in.

The room was empty. Mike was speechless by what he saw in the glow of the bedside lamp light. The bed he and his wife had napped on, the bed they fooled around on, was now a mess. The sheets were rumpled and both Megan and Mike saw and smelled the mingled fluid deposits left by Jaime and Blake. So Megan had been right. Jaime had brought Blake to the room and fucked a man, with whom she wasn't married, for the first time. This was only their second night on the great white ship and what Andy had warned him about had already come to pass. Jaime did get fucked.

"Well, I guess we don't have to speculate anymore," said Megan matter of-factly. "They came back here, had a quicky and they've left. Who knows where they are? We could have missed them if they went back to the club or maybe they went somewhere else. A word of friendly advice Mike: on these cruises you'll drive yourself crazy if you need to know exactly where your mate is all the time, especially someone who looks like Jaime. I know women who kiss their husbands goodbye at the beginning of the cruise, hello again at the end, and didn't see them at all in between."

Three decks above in Blake's suite, the party had moved into his bedroom. The fourth deposit of semen was inserted in Jaime's raw juicy vagina. Another was about to be shot into her mouth by Derrick. Blake had recovered and was fingering her tight asshole making it clear where he next wanted his hard cock to enter her body.

Jaime wondered if something was wrong with her. By now she should have been totally satisfied, satiated, but it seemed like the more sex she got, the more sex she wanted. Could this be normal? Then she stopped thinking and reasoning and let her feelings take over.

Blake didn't reach for the bottle of lube on the night stand but scooped up the mixture of semen and her own natural lubricant from her soaking pussy and smeared it over the puckered crinkly hole. Then he inserted his index finger and moved it in and out of her receptive body worming it, stretching the tight anus for something much bigger than his black finger.

Blake instructed her to sit on his cock. It hurt at first but it wasn't long before he was completely inside her asshole. She and Mike had fooled around with anal and she was okay with that but, to her, it didn't compare to what she thought of as normal fucking.

When she lay back on Blake's chest, her pussy gaped open and was empty but not for long. Reed knelt between Blake's and Jaime's legs and rubbed his cock on her slit.

"What's going on here?" she asked in alarm.

"Relax, baby," urged Blake, "there's room for one more."

Reed pushed in very slowly and Jaime was filled with more cock than she ever thought possible. The three were still as their bodies adjusted. For Blake and Reed, they were old timers at this, for Jaime it was another first. It was Blake who took over the choreography of the trio's movements. He set the rhythm, as he pulled back a few inches so did Reed and Jaime, they were just barely connected by the heads of the men's large cocks in the entrance to Jaime's wet pussy and tight asshole. Then Blake and Reed slammed up and forward, respectively. After two or three strokes, Jaime synchronized with them and drove against them with equal force. Only once did Reed slip out and Jaime quickly encircled his cock with her hand and guided it back home. She felt something on her cheek and opened her eyes and saw the smiling, swarthy face of Eduardo who was trying to get her attention. She opened her mouth and welcomed his brown dick inside. She decided immediately that this stranger would receive the same special treatment her devoted husband had yesterday in their cabin; she would let the brown man ejaculate inside her mouth and she would swallow his every drop.

All four of them were so aroused that none of them, well perhaps with the exception of Jaime, could last very long. It was almost as if it were an orchestrated crescendo when Blake stiffened and was immediately followed by Reed and then Eduardo. This time three creamy volcanic streams entered her body in three different places. At the same time she was soaking their cocks with pussy, ass and mouth juices.

Somehow the four were disentangled. Jaime thought she must have dozed for minute because the next thing she knew she was alone in the big bed. Perhaps this had all been a dream, she thought for a moment, then reached between her legs and discovered that it was not a dream it was very real.

"Jaime," she heard softly. "I'm running you a hot bath unless you'd rather sleep for a while," said Blake.

"A hot bath sounds great, let me know when it's ready," she said as she rolled on her side and tucked her legs up to her chest hoping that the bath wouldn't be ready too soon.

Chapter 6

"The Love boat promises something for everyone."

Mike and Megan had returned to the club and sat at another table with a view of the entire club. They quickly realized that Blake and Jaime hadn't returned to the club as Megan thought they might have. Also, they didn't see Flo or Alexander on the dance floor, seated at a table or on the sofas. But, Vanessa, totally naked and Raymond, wearing just his silk boxers, were sitting on a Sofa talking. "I wonder if Vanessa might have some idea where Jaime is?" Mike asked. Megan smiled, rubbed his thigh thinking that she better get this show on the road or start scouting for a new partner, "can't hurt to ask, honey."

Mike walked over to the couple and asked, "Vanessa, Raymond, have either of you seen Jaime?"

"Oh, she and Blake left a long time ago," said Raymond.

"Yeah, I know. They were in our room. I meant, have you seen them lately?"

Raymond replied, "Derrick told me when he left that they were having a party for Jaime in their suite. I'm not sure what the room number is but he said it's on the eighth deck along the rear and the door would be open. Vanessa and I are going to the playroom to check on Flo and Alexander. You and Megan want to come with us?"

"I don't know about the playroom."

He shrugged his bare black shoulders, laughed and said, "I won't even try to describe it, it's something you'll have to see for yourself."

"Maybe we'll see you there later."

As Mike walked back to the table, he kept reminding himself: Andy was right. Andy was right. Andy was right. He couldn't think of anything else. His buddy, Andy, knew women, at least women like his own wife, Judy, and even like Jaime, much better than he did. Mike had been certain that Jaime would never make love with another man. He had done everything that he could think of to get her to open up without any progress, or so he thought. And now, the second night on the ribald cruise, she had been with a black man and, by now, how many others?'

When he sat down, he reported, "Raymond told me that they had gone to Blake's suite and they were going to have a party for Jaime."

"Lucky girl," said Megan enviously. Her hand went back to Mike's thigh only this time the edge of her hand came in contact with the edge of his cock which, unfortunately, she thought, was still soft. She knew that this husband wasn't thinking about sex. Oh, she corrected her flawed thinking quickly, he was certainly thinking about sex, all the sex his wife was getting, he just wasn't thinking about having sex himself, at least not yet.

Back in Blake's suite, Jaime heard out of a fog, "bath's ready."

She stretched, sat on the edge of the bed for a minute and then stood up. My goodness she thought, I'm dripping like crazy and must look like a freshly fucked whore. "Blake, can you hand me a towel?" asked the embarrassed housewife.

The fragrant, hot steaming water in a tub, twice as big as hers at home, was just perfect. "Let me scrub your back," Blake said after she sighed and scooted down in the tub.

It felt wonderful to have her shoulders, neck and upper back washed by this black man who was really a stranger to her. She knew that his wife wasn't on this trip. She knew his wife was white. She knew he had a nearly identical twin brother. She knew he was from California and that he flirted with strange women under the table. She also knew he was an incredible lover with a huge cock and that he had business in Jamaica, but that's all she knew about him. "You were going to tell me about Jamaica."

"Oh yeah. Jaime there are two very different Jamaicas. Tomorrow we'll anchor near Ocho Rios on the north side of the Island. Most of the tourists go to Negril and its miles of white sand, or Dunn's Falls, Montego Bay, or raft down a river or speed down a zip line."

"I take it that's not what you're going to do in Jamaica."

"No, Derrick and I will go to Kingston, less than forty miles south, but it might as well be across the world."

"What will you do in Kingston?" She asked with real interest.

"We'll visit our house."

"You have a house in Kingston?"

"Not really a house."

"Oh, I thought you said a house."

"I did say a house, I did. But this isn't a house where we live, it's a house where we do business. It's a whorehouse Jaime."

Not for the first time since they boarded the huge ship, Jaime was completely caught by surprise. When she recovered, she asked. "So you and Derrick have a whorehouse in Kingston?"

"Yes we do. It's a special place. There's really nothing else quite like it. We discovered that if we could find the right women, beautiful white women who love sex and aren't professionals, if you know what I mean, we could keep them very busy, with big smiles of satisfaction on their faces, while at the same time making a lot of money."

Jaime was speechless.

"Well anyway, Judy was going to go with us to Kingston . . . "

Before he could continue Jaime sat up in the tub so rapidly she splashed him. "You . . . you know Judy, Judy Simpson, Andy's wife from Davenport?"

"Oh, do I know Judy. I know her very well, very well indeed," he answered almost lecherously. "Jaime, I just assumed that you knew that I knew her. I'm surprised by your surprise. Anyway, Judy was going with us to spend a day there, she had done it once before and if things worked out as well this time as the first, then she would arrange to come back for a longer stay."

"You mean Judy, my friend Judy, was going to spend a day at your house in Kingston, well, doing what exactly?"

"No secret at all Jaime. Fucking. The black men are crazy for these white women that we bring in. And the women, well they're crazy for the guys. This place is a little different. Nothing fancy mind you but it's got to be the busiest place in the Carribean, hell for all I know the busiest place in the fucking world. It just never stops, never slows down. Judy liked that and wanted to try it again," he paused looked at her seriously and said, "a lot of women do."

"I can't . . . I can't believe that."

"Baby," Blake said as he held her wet shoulders and looked into her eyes, "I swear it's true. Why don't you call Judy and ask her yourself? That's easy to do from the ship but it will cost a few dollars . . . anyway," Blake continued, "Judy's not here and you are. How'd you like to come to Kingston with us?"

"Why should I want to skip Negril, Montego Bay and Ocho Rios?"

"If you go with us, I can promise you an experience unlike anything that has ever happened to you before, including earlier tonight, and an experience that won't ever happen to you again anywhere else."

"What's so special about your place?" She asked with just a slight trace of scepticism resonating as she spoke.

"Hell, Jaime, obviously I'm not a woman and I can only go by what I've been told, even by Judy, but the fucking is nonstop. It's very well organized and the men are ready, not just ready for foreplay and fooling around but ready to stick it in and fuck. They don't last very long and are immediately replaced after they come. Anyway, the women tell me, and I believe them, that they reach a point where they're on a sexual high, they are taken to a place that they just can't reach any other way. It goes on for hours. What do you say? Interested?"

"No, that's not for me." She said knowing that was the proper answer to tell this man who she only met the day before.

"Look, Jaime I already know you're special. I gave you my best and that's usually enough for almost any woman, for quite awhile but, you immediately wanted more. You told me that your husband said you always wanted more and I can believe that. Why don't you talk it over with Mike and then telephone Judy and talk with her? You sure don't need to decide now. Also, I hear voices in the other room. Let me see what's going on.

Back in the Club Megan's hand with the sparkling diamond on the third finger was over Mike's cock and rubbing it through his khakis. She could feel some swelling and hoped that he wasn't so concentrated on where his wife was and what she was doing that he would be useless for what she had in mind. She thought he was handsome, in a rugged sort of way, and he was the right age for her to go more than just once a night.

Mike was attracted to this older experienced woman. But his mind was on something else and he was having a difficult time controlling his thoughts. He was the one who had been telling Jaime that they should try a party with Andy and Judy and their friends. He slept with her back to him for a week and the back, that was usually naked, had been covered with flannel. He had introduced porn as a way of helping her understand that being with others wouldn't ruin their lives as she had been taught and believed it would. She watched the porn with him, at first reluctantly and then she found that she did get turned on watching others fuck but she still had no intention of ever spreading her luscious legs for any man but her husband. Mike was the one who kept the swinging nature of the cruise from her, letting her discover for herself what was going on. He wished that he could read her mind. Obviously, something had happened at the table. Her firm protests against ever doing anything with another man turned on a dime. She accepted his fingers and Blake's fingers inside her body in a very public place. She went off to their room and had sex with a black man that she didn't know. And, now she was somewhere else on the great ship doing who knew what and with whom?

"What are you thinking about Mike?"

"Megan, I can't help it, I'm thinking about Jaime. I thought we would be together the first time. . . of course I meant the first time she was with another man. I thought I would watch her. Hell, that's what got me thinking this way in the first place. I wanted to watch her get screwed."

"I understand that, and, for sure you will, many, many times. But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Want to dance?"

"I really want to try to find Jaime, but that may be more difficult than it sounds. Sure let's dance," he said as he rose from the chair, took her hand and led her to the crowded floor.

Chapter 7

"Set your course for adventure, your mind on new romance."

In Blake's cabin two guests had arrived that he had never seen before. They were both big, almost fat, older white men, wearing muscle shirts, jeans and sandals with tattoos covering their arms and bare shoulders. One was wearing his thinning gray hair in a ponytail the other's pate was shaved smooth and he had an untrimmed, scraggly beard. "The first one stuck out his big hand - that Blake thought of as a paw - shook Blake's hand and said, I'm Paul, he's Randy. Our wives are at the playroom very occupied right now, if you know what I mean. Is Jaime here?" Paul asked abruptly.

Blake thought he sounded like a fourteen-year-old, wet-dreaming boy, standing on his neighbor's porch with a lump in both his throat and his pants, inquiring of a protective, stern-looking mother regarding the whereabouts of her blossoming daughter. "Yeah I know what you mean about the playroom," said Blake. "Jaime's just finishing a bath. I'll tell her she's got company."

When Blake stuck his head in the bathroom door, he could see that she was drying with the big white fluffy towel. "You've got visitors."

"Who's here?"

"Couple of white dudes named Paul and Randy. I don't know them but obviously words getting around about you.

"What should I do?"

"What do you want to do? Are you finished? And I don't mean are you finished with your bath."

"Guess I'm never finished with what you're talking about. What are they like?"

"Shit Jaime. They're men. You won't ever find them on the cover of ‘Gentlemen's Quarterly' but I imagine they can fuck."

"Can you hand me my dress and shoes from the other room?"

"I'll make a deal with you. Let's compromise. I'll get your shoes." Then he explained. "Baby, guys go nuts when they see a naked woman wearing just high heels and, if you're going to fuck them anyway, then the idea is to make them go nuts."

"Oh you. Please Blake," she looked at him with pleading eyes which she soon learned did absolutely no good.

"I'll get your shoes - he said ‘shoes' emphatically - and be right back."

"Blake, can you bring in my purse too?" She asked resigned that when she walked out of the bathroom and met the two men for the first time she wouldn't be covered by her black dress and all that she had, all of her, would be on display.

"So tell me Blake," said Randy, is Jaime as good as Reed says?"

Blake laughed and said, "I don't know what Reed said about Jaime but speaking for myself, she's the best I've ever had. I think she's just discovering what a sexual being she really is."

Jaime brushed her hair, painted her glossy lips once again and did as much with her make up as she could under the circumstances. She slipped on her shoes, took a deep breath and on trembling legs left the privacy of the bathroom and entered the parlor where Blake was entertaining two men that she thought must be bikers. She didn't find them at all attractive and for just a second was tempted to tell them, nicely, that she was tired and going back to her room. But she was reminded that they came there to see her and she was flattered. Someone had told them about her and they wanted to see her, to be with her, to fuck her and she found that to be incredibly arousing.

"Hi, guys I'm Jaime."

The cat seemed to have gotten the very experienced, almost jaded, older men's tongues. "Uh, uh, I'm . . . we're, well I'm Paul," said the man with the pony tail, "and he's Randy. Ha, ha, get it Randy, Randy."

Blake thought it ironic and in a way cute when the naked Jaime stuck her hand out and shook each of the men's hands, somewhat stiffly, even formally, who had come there just to fuck her.

The moment was awkward as the four stood facing each other. Blake finally asked the men, "Something to drink?"

"Scotch neat for both of us, if you've got it?"

"I've got everything. Jaime why don't you show them to the bedroom. I think you'll find Derrick's room will be the tidiest," Blake said, remembering the mess that was the evidence of the debauchery that had happened in his bedroom

As Jaime led the two strangers to the opposite bedroom she could feel them leering at her ass and she realized that she liked it. She sat of the edge of the bed, crossed her legs and they sat down on each side of her.

Blake brought in the two drinks and said, "you kids have fun. I'm going to meet up with Derrick and a few others. We may end up in the playroom and might see you there later."

"Ha ha," said Paul, "if you do go to the playroom give our wives our best regards."

And with that the inexperienced wife from Davenport was alone in a bedroom with two men who were there for only one purpose: to fuck her until her eyeballs crossed.

Paul reached around her bare shoulders, pulled her toward him and kissed her. His mouth tasted of the scotch and she guessed cigars. "Are you ready to party some more?" Paul asked.

"People tell me that I'm always ready for more. I guess we'll just have to see about that won't we?" She thought that she sounded like a tart.

Megan and Mike were hardly moving on the packed dance floor. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that Mike was sure Megan must have known that he was wearing boxers under his trousers. He had never held any woman, including his wife, as tightly as he was holding the woman he had met just a couple of hours earlier. "Megan, I've been thinking and talking about only Jaime and myself. Where's your hubby?"

"Curt's off with a woman that he gets together with, usually when we stay at Hedonism II." She saw the confusion in Mike's expression and explained, "Hedonism II is a resort in Jamaica, specifically in Negril that's favored by swingers from all over the world. Anyway, we met her and her husband there three years ago and while her husband, Fred, and I didn't hit it off, our spouses really connected, connected in about every way that a man and woman can connect. If things go like they usually do I don't expect to see Curt until in the morning which is okay by me."

Mike's cock was swelling between his legs and pressing between hers. She smiled at him and ground her pubic bone over the hardening rod. "You know Mike, I'd really like to spend some quality time with you but I think we've got something between us, other than your hard cock, and that's your wife, Jaime. Until you know where she is and what she's doing . . . no, let me rephrase that, until you see where she is and what she's doing you're never going to be able to relax, let yourself go and that's what I really need tonight, baby."

"Megan, what are you suggesting?"

"Let's go to the eighth deck, snoop around and see if we can find Blake's room and the party."

Jaime was facing Paul and lying on top of his gross stomach. His big fat cock was jammed into her super wet snatch. Her ass was sticking in the air and Randy could just swear that her asshole was winking at him each time she bore down and thrust against his buddy's penis. He knee walked between them and when they felt him they stopped moving so he could adjust. Then the tip of his cock was pressing between her firm cheeks against her anus and she was gently pushing back against him. Finally the big purple head plopped inside and the three of them were connected, for her the second time that night that she had experienced such a connection.

As Megan and Mike walked along the passageway in front of the few luxury suites on deck eight, it didn't take very long to locate Blake's door. One would have to have been deaf or at the least severely hearing impaired not to have heard the sounds emitted behind the door. The grunts, moans, gasps. The ooohs and ahhhs indicated that heavy lovemaking was taking place behind the door. This was confirmed when a familiar woman's voice screamed out, "ooh, ooh fuck me fuck me . . . I'm comming, don't ever stop."

Mike tried to turn the door handle but it wouldn't budge. Then he just pushed on the door and it opened. He and Megan followed the sounds to the bedroom located to the left of the parlor. The bedroom door stood ajar so they walked on in. Mike couldn't believe his eyes. This was what he had dreamed about for years, this was his fantasy on steroids. His beautiful wife was on her tummy lying on the gross body of a man who must have been a Hell's Angel, he thought. The man's slimy dick was pounding in and out of the vagina that, until earlier tonight, had only had one penis inside it, his. Her pretty ass was high in the air and penetrated by another man who Mike thought must have rode a bike with the first guy. The three of them seemed to be lost in what they were doing, pure raw, animalistic fucking.

Mike was tempted to leave and give them some privacy and probably would have if Megan hadn't let go of his hand, swiftly stripped off her black teddy, stepped out of her high heels and quietly walked naked to the bed. Mike saw that her boobies and ass sagged just a bit and that she had faint stretch marks on her tummy but in someway that made her very womanly and even more attractive to him. All three on the big bed felt Megan's weight as she knelt between them and placed her mouth on Jaime's taint. Then she licked up and down with her experienced tongue that laved each man's cock, the opening of Jaime's pussy and asshole and the space between them. With her hands, Megan cupped and gently squeezed each man's crinkly, hairy ball sack. Of course, the three didn't know who she was, nor did they seem to care because she was adding a new and exciting dimension to their combined pleasure. Welcome aboard, each thought.

After a few seconds, Jaime did look back over her shoulder at Megan and out of the corner of her eye she was shocked to see her husband standing a few feet away. For the briefest moment their eyes locked. Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a sense of shame and embarrassment. She felt so exposed and wished she could turn invisible or at least cover herself with something. She didn't want her husband to see her like this even though he had told her hundreds of times that this was exactly the way he wanted to see her. She turned her head and buried it in the mat of curly, gray hair that covered Paul's massive, tattoo-adorned chest. Jaime had stopped moving but the men did not stop their feverish movements, nor did Megan cease to continue her own contribution. In the heat of the moment Mike didn't try very hard to get grips on his feelings. He had never been so aroused in his life. This was the first time he had ever seen other people having sex - other than the more detached displays in the dance club - and one of the people was his beautiful wife. His cock was leaking and about to poke a hole in his khakis.

Megan looked back at him, her face was soaked from forehead to chin and cheek to cheek with the secretions of the three people and her own saliva. She wiggled her attractive ass in invitation; an invitation that Mike quickly accepted. He stripped off his clothes faster than Clark Kent in a telephone booth, left them where they dropped, and then strode to the end of the big bed. Megan was perfectly positioned with her ass at exactly crotch level. All Mike had to do was stand at the end of the bed and press against the back of Megan's thighs. She dropped Randy's testicles, encircled Mike's hard dick with her hand and guided him to where she had wanted him to be since they first met, at the opening of her hungry, wet pussy. After he pushed in all the way, the five people were connected in both physical and emotional ways. The newcomers, Jaime and Mike, had never imagined, even in their wildest dreams, such a combination. Even in the several porn videos they had watched together, they couldn't remember ever seeing anything to equal this combination.

All thinking and reasoning of the fivesome ceased completely. Paul seemed to be in control of the action. He had been holding back as long as possible, and for Paul that was way longer than average, whatever average was. But, it wasn't Paul or Randy that shot off first, it was Mike. He couldn't hold back another second and he filled Megan's vagina with his hot semen as she had been hoping he would. This triggered Paul's release in Jaime's pussy followed almost immediately by Randy's deep climax in her rectum. Jaime had been coming constantly but Megan did receive the first mind blowing orgasm of her cruise, from Mike, for which she had been eagerly awaiting.

Everyone seemed to collapse in a naked heap. Mike couldn't help thinking, trivially, that Paul and Randy must have outweighed him by more than fifty pounds each. He knew that Megan was shorter than Jaime but he believed that the women must weigh about the same. That night the bed in one of the Bedrooms in a suite on the "Freedom of the Seas" was tested to its limit as it bore almost a thousand pounds of naked, sweaty, spent human flesh without giving way and collapsing on the carpeted floor.

After a minute or two, the disentangling was in reverse order. Mike stood up and walked to his pile of clothes. Megan backed away from the still connected trio and walked stealthily into the bathroom. Randy's softening penis slipped out of Jaime's asshole while almost simultaneously Paul's dropped from her pussy. Mike couldn't believe what he was seeing as the thick fluids that had been deposited in her ass flowed out and down mingling with those that had been shot into her vagina. The mass dripped onto Paul's balls like the liquid glaze covering a hot donut.

Randy, stood up and began to dress. Jaime rolled over on her side, starring at the wall as Paul also retrieved his hastily discarded clothes and covered his nakedness. "Thanks Jaime you were fucking great. Ha, ha, get it? Fucking great. What a wonderful way to start the cruise," said Paul.

"We'll surely be disappointed if we can't hook up with you again," added Randy.

"We're going to the big playroom, hope to see you there later," Paul said as the two men left the suite with ear to ear smiles on their rugged faces and a fresh spring in their usually heavy steps.

Neither Mike nor Jaime responded.

Chapter 8

"Love won't hurt anymore it's a friendly smile on an open shore."

Mike was still naked and walked back to the bed and settled down where Paul had been.

"Are you okay, honey?" He asked as he reached over and touched her still damp back.

"I guess I'm okay. Are you okay after seeing everything you just saw?"

"I'm better than just okay. I loved seeing what I just saw. I'll admit that this is all so new to me and, so much different than I had imagined, that I can't really articulate exactly how I feel. What I can say is that you are beautiful beyond words and watching you fuck was beautiful, watching you come was beautiful, and watching you make those, tough experienced guys come and then wilt was beautiful too."

Jaime was so confused. How did she really want her husband to see her and think of her? She was, after all, the mother of his children. She was his soul mate, his first and only love. Could she also be a person who brought him immense joy and pleasure when he watched her get fucked by other men?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Megan rejoined them and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs curled under her. "Jaime, I'm Megan, funny way to meet huh?"

Jaime rolled over and realized that she immediately liked the much older woman; the woman who was the second woman with whom her husband had made love and the first woman to ever bury her face between her own legs - even though the orifices located there had been stuffed, at the time, with living meat. "Nice to meet you Megan and yeah, this is a strange way to meet someone but, so many strange things have happened to me in the last few hours."

"Look guys I'm going to get dressed," Megan said wisely as she stood up and stepped into her black teddy and then put on her heels. "I'm going to the playroom and give you two some time to talk and get comfortable with what's happened and what will happen. Maybe we can meet up there in a while. If not, I'll call you tomorrow. Ciao." And just like that Megan was gone.

Jaime and Mike were alone for the first time since they had walked on the upper deck after dinner and discussed the change in their circumstances. It was quiet in the well-appointed bedroom that was more than twice as big as their entire cabin. The big bed faced aft and the frothy wake from the ship was illuminated. They didn't know that cruise ships had accommodations like Blake, Derrick and just a few other special passengers could enjoy.

Jaime knew that it was only a matter of time before the questioning would start As her husband held her in his arms he whispered to her even though no one else was nearby to hear him. "So baby, I saw what happened here but tell me about everything else that's happened."

Softly she said, "well I told Blake, when we were on the dance floor and he was almost putting it in me standing up, that I wanted to go somewhere else."

Mike helped by saying, "I know you took him to our room."

"Yeah, I did and it didn't take very long before I was on my back with my legs spread wide, bent over my head and him inside me."

He sensed that she wanted him to urge her on. "Was he big? Did it hurt? Did you like it? Did you come?"

"Whoa. Slow down cowboy. Let me try to answer. "He was huge. I don't know how to judge those things but he was long and very thick. Frankly, I don't know where it all went. It didn't hurt but I felt wonderfully full. I liked it. I liked it a lot. Well, Mike, you know how I am. I love sex and while this was sex with someone else, it was still sex and it was great. Of course I came. I always come. I can't imagine making love with somebody without coming over and over."

"Then what happened?"

"A few minutes after he shot off inside me I asked him if he wanted seconds or something like that. He laughed and told me that it would be a while before he was ready for another round. Then he looked at me kind of funny and asked if I was ready for more. I told him what you've told me a lot, I'm always ready for more, more with him or with you I explained. Then he seemed to have a thought and asked me to get dressed, which I did. I tided up, touched up my make up, brushed my hair and followed him to this fabulous suite. I really had no idea what he had in mind. He made a few calls from the cabin telephone and I think a couple from his cell phone, though I didn't think a cell phone could work at sea. Anyway, I was waiting on the balcony for him when he said we would be having company soon. I must confess, I actually got damp between my legs because I knew ‘company' meant a man. Well, as it turned out, company didn't mean a man it meant five men."

Mike thought his heart would pound right through his ribs when he heard this.

Jaime continued: "Derrick arrived with four friends, one of them was black, two were Latinos and this cute guy from Ireland. Anyway, it didn't take long for us all to get together. When you saw me earlier, that was the second time I had a penis in my pussy and my ass at the same time. Also, earlier, I had one in my mouth at the same time. Blake had been great but I had never thought very much about being with more than one man at a time. It was incredible what ten hands and, later, when Blake had recovered, even twelve hands can do for a girl. Six mouths and tongues, six cocks, twelve testicles, well . . . they drove me up to sexual peaks that I thought must be unreachable. Anyway, it was wonderful. It was great. It's a little hard talking with you about this but I know it's your favorite subject so . . . "

"Then what?"

"Then everybody but Blake was suddenly gone, we were alone. He was so sweet. He ran a hot bath for me. You know that in our cabin all we have is the tiny shower, well he ran the tub and we talked."

"What did you talk about?"

"I've thought about what he said and I'm still not really sure that I heard him correctly. Oh, I know I heard what he said exactly, and it still seems almost unbelievable."

"Tell me."

"Mike, look at this sumptuous suite. I can't imagine how much it costs but it costs a lot. Blake and Derrick apparently do very well in their business. He told me that they own a whorehouse in Jamaica? Can you believe that? Not in some fancy tourist area but in Kingston. He went on to say that all of the women there are white and not professionals. He said they love sex and their place is the only place, maybe in the world, that can provide a never-ending supply of hard cocks for horny women. Can you believe that?"

Mike didn't know what to believe or what to say. "So what does that have to do with us?"

"He wanted to know if I would be interested in going to Kingston with him and Derrick and giving it a try. He thought I might be like the women he has there."

"That's unbelievable."

"Wait, there's more. He also told me that Judy had been there before. I mean our Judy, Andy's wife, Judy Simpson from good old Davenport. If Judy had been able to go on this cruise, she was going back to Kingston tomorrow to see if it was something she wanted to do, I guess one would say, oh, more regularly."

Mike was speechless. He tried to digest what he had heard. Blake and Derrick owned a very busy whorehouse in Kingston staffed by gorgeous white women who loved sex and they thought Jaime might like to give it a try. Blake also told her that Judy would have gone to Kingston if she had been on the cruise. "So what did you tell Blake?"

"I told him that I wasn't interested. That I wasn't like that." As soon as she said she wasn't like that both Mike and Jaime realized that she might actually by like those women. "Then he told me that I should call Judy and talk with her about it."

"Are you going to?"

"I hadn't planned on it. Why? Do you think I should?"

"I don't see how it can hurt. Is this something you'd like to try?"

"Oh, I don't really think so." She didn't sound very convincing. "He let me know that it was all about volume. All of the customers are black. There's no love making just nonstop, never-ending sex. Sounds like way too much and over the top."

As Mike heard these last details, a new fantasy entered his psyche. Tonight she had already fucked three black men, two Latinos and three white men in less than three hours. Could there be more? Was his Midwestern, heretofore monogamous, wife like the women in Blake's house in Kingston? "Look, Jaime I think you should call Judy, at least. Then, I think you should really think about what Blake is offering. I mean it does sound like something few women could ever dream of happening to them. Maybe this is a real opportunity. Look what you've already done tonight."

"What!" Jaime was suddenly steaming. "You're throwing what I've done tonight at me. Remember all of this. Everything was your idea, Michael, not mine. I never talked about swinging. I never defended Andy and Judy when we learned that they were swingers. You did. I never kept from you that our bargain cruise was really a swinger's cruise. And it was you who told me, essentially, and more than once to fuck Blake, that wasn't my idea either, mister."

"Calm down Jaime. I'm sorry. I wasn't suggesting that anything that's already happened was your fault, if this is about finding fault which I don't think it is. All I meant was you admitted you had a great time tonight and that what Blake is offering sounds like it might offer something more. That's all. Call Judy in the morning. Think it over and then talk with Blake again."

"Okay. That makes sense. Now what?"

"Are you finished for the night?"

"Are you?"

"I sure am for the moment. Megan took about everything out of me that I had to offer. It'll take a while. So, I'll ask you again, are you finished for the night?"

She giggled like a little girl. "You've always told me that I'm never finished."

"Want to see what's happening in this playroom that everyone seems to be talking about?"

"Sure."

Chapter 9

"Love boat soon will be making another run."

Jaime had to take a second bath before they left Blake's luxurious suite. Paul and Randy had done a great job emptying into her pussy and ass which made another gynecological cleanup mandatory. She thought about returning to their room and changing her dress but then realized that it wasn't so bad because the black frock had been removed before Blake, Derrick's gang and later Paul, Randy and then Megan and Mike all had their ways with her.

Neither of them had any idea where the playroom was located but they did find out when they asked for directions what everyone else knew, that there were two playrooms and forever after they would simply refer to them as the ‘big playroom' and the ‘small playroom.'

The room was huge. It seemed to be fully occupied and was lighted very dimly. After his eyes had adjusted to the low lighting, it appeared to Mike as if the floor was covered with an acre of mattresses and pillows. Well maybe not an acre, but lots of mattresses and pillows. There must have more than a hundred people crowded together in the room. A few were leaning against the walls watching the riotous action but most were right in the middle of the activity. It was difficult to tell where one couple ended and another began. It seemed reasonable to question what, exactly, defined a ‘couple' in these circumstances.

At the entry to the playroom was a crew member with a smile doing extra duty with a front row seat of the bacchanalian revelry before him. He quickly explained, in perfect English, "you'll have to take off all of your clothes before entering and, then, place them in the cloth bags provided," as he held two bags in front of him. Mike said, "the bags are very big I think we can get all of our clothes in one bag."

This caused a laugh from the handsome crew member that they saw was named ‘Antonio' and hailed from Italy, according to his gold name tag. "Ha, ha I don't remember anybody leaving tonight with the same person they arrived with. Better take two bags," he advised, then he handed them each a yellow rubber bracelet with numbers that corresponded with each bag's numbered tag.

So then, right in front of God and the world, Jaime unzipped her dress once again, left it, her purse and her shoes in one of the big bags, slipped the yellow bracelet over her wrist, handed the bag to Antonio and waited for her husband. When the Italian crew member saw her in her nakedness, he said, "Wow! I don't mean to be forward but you are really beautiful, bella donna. Wish I wasn't working."

"Thanks," then for some reason she didn't understand, and was so very unlike her, she added, "wish you weren't working too, Antonio," as she looked at his buff young body from head to toe.

Mike handed Antonio his bag and then stepped up on the mattress-covered floor and looked for a place that wasn't occupied. It seemed to both of them that the mattresses were alive, they were writhing. There was so much movement and erotic sounds being emitted that in someway it appeared as if everyone was connected. And, many of them were connected in imaginative ways. They stepped over a man who was fucking a pretty redhead, who was sucking the cock of a black man who was eating a blonde whose huge breasts were being sucked by two different men, one of the breast sucking men was being ridden by a pretty Hispanic woman with short hair while the other breast sucking man was pounding the ass of a much older corpulent brunette. And so it went. As they walked by and over the people, Jaime felt hands on her ankles, rubbing her calves, reaching as high inside her thighs as possible aiming for her freshly moistening bulls- eye. Finally, they found a spot that had barely enough room for one of them but they quickly solved that problem when Jaime lay on top of her husband.

Mike had watched her fuck two men in Blake's suite and had heard all of the details of six others, now it was his turn. He buried his stiff dick in his favorite place in all the world. He expected that it would be sloppy and loose but the delicate wet, folded tissues inside her pink vagina were clinging to him as tightly as ever before. The instant he entered her she began to come and her moaning did not go unnoticed by their neighbors whose bodies were already pressed tightly against them. To Mike he was home. He was in the place where he always wanted to be. He didn't ever want to leave. But, he was only human and her enthusiastic movements soon took him over the edge and he came inside her, his fourth climax since boarding the big ship. He had loved coming in his wife's mouth for the first time their first day and even more in her pussy last night. He was also thrilled by climaxing inside Megan, the first time for him with another woman, but nothing could compare with his pent up release deep inside the love of his life, his whole life, his reason for living, Jaime.

He wanted to kiss her but her mouth was occupied. It was filled with the yellowish hewed cock of an Asian. Mike didn't have a clue if the man was from Japan, China, Korea or some other exotic place and, frankly, didn't care where he was from. It was obvious to Mike that Jaime was going to do for the stranger exactly what she had done for him in the cabin, she was going to make the man come in her mouth and swallow every drop.

Jaime felt a hand on her ass but couldn't turn her head to see to whom the hand was attached because her head was held firmly in the hands of a big man that she thought must have been from Japan. The man was not so very long, but oh so very thick and, the oh so very, very hard cock was thrusting in and out of her mouth, fucking it as if it were her snatch. She was doing her part. Her tongue was swishing over the sides, top and bottom of the circumcised penis. Sometimes the pointed tip of her tongue was positioned over his urethra and she fucked it into the tiny hole as deeply as possible. She was constantly sucking him and urging him to release by her actions and her words. "Come, baby. Come. Come for me. Come in my mouth, fill it up."

The man stiffened and she could feel his warm bodily fluids racing under his cock like pent up water bursting over the spillway of a dam after the valves had been opened. The Asian man did come in her sucking mouth. He did fill her oral cavity and then he was gone before she gulped and swallowed ever drop - which didn't taste at all like her husband's or Eduardo's, it didn't taste bad, just different.

Mike wanted to lie there in the afterglow of lovemaking, holding his wife, cuddling and whispering in her ear but this wasn't the place for that, he quickly discovered. One minute he was holding her in his arms and the next a guy that must have been more than sixty was grabbing her waist in both hands and roughly pulling her back onto him. She was now on her hands and knees and moving off her husband. Then a long skinny penis was worming its way inside her and being soaked by her husband's semen which didn't seem to concern the newcomer in the slightest.

A woman laying next to Mike leaned over and began kissing him. He kissed her back for just a few minutes but in that time he and Jaime had become even father separated geographically, and, also he thought, emotionally and physically because each of them was involved with others.

After the older guy with the long thin cock came, things slowed down a bit. Jaime thought that the playroom and what had happened was interesting, but she wondered if it was for her. Only couples were allowed in the playroom. That obviously meant that the ratio was one man and one woman. Well, what happened when all of the men had achieved an orgasm? Sure, some of them, probably not the majority, could go again without much rest but only two or three times at the most. She had been fucked ten times and knew that, like Mike had said many times over the years, she wasn't finished. In fact as she had really always known, but tried to repress, the more sex she got the more she sex wanted, the more sex she needed.. Could it be possible, she asked herself, if maybe Blake was right? If maybe some women, maybe women like her, needed a less balanced ratio of men and women. Maybe a ratio skewed very much to the male.

It was an hour later that Mike and Jaime got back together. It seemed to Jaime as if most of the men wanted to do more but just couldn't. By the second night of the cruise they gave everything they had to give and couldn't give anymore. Mike was completely drained himself. He wasn't sure he would ever be able to get it up again. Several women, that seemed to cover the spectrum in appearance - an array from beautiful to ugly - had sucked on him, tried to stuff his flaccid cock in their pussies without success and tried to squeeze the last drop from him. He couldn't keep track of Jaime as they drifted farther and farther apart in the huge adults only playroom.

Finally, after they got back together, they turned in their yellow bracelets in exchange for the two bags that contained their clothing. Mike couldn't help but tease Antonio. "See Antonio. Some couples do leave together."

Antonio was horny, plain and simple. He had been around more fucking in a few hours than during the rest of his young life. He didn't even try to be cool, he wanted the beauty that had just zipped up her black dress and covered her nakedness from his hungry eyes. "What's your cabin number?" He asked realizing that fraternizing with the passengers was grounds for dismissal. At the moment he just didn't care about consequences.

Mike didn't say a word. He looked at his wife to see what she would do. He didn't have to wait long. "5227." Then she turned and walked to the nearest women's room to make herself presentable for the walk back to their cabin.

Chapter 10

The love boat promises something for everyone.

Jaime and Mike had been sleeping for a couple of hours. Jaime had been dreaming. She was dreaming that by some miracle she and Mike had left the freezing cold of Iowa and were on a magnificent ship cruising over warm, crystal clear, dark blue water. She had dreamed that suddenly, for some reason, she had given into her husband's lurid wishes, dreams and fantasies for her. She had actually, for the first time, gone to bed with another man and then in her dream it became obvious that she had made love with several other men. These were men that she didn't even know or have any feelings for. But, in her fog it was just a dream so it didn't really matter who they were or what she had done with them.

Then there was a sound in her dream. Was it a thumping? It was soft and she thought that she must have been mistaken but the thumping persisted and got a little louder. She began to slowly awaken and realized that it wasn't a thumping at all, it was an insistent knocking on their cabin door. Quietly, so as not to wake Mike who was exhausted and dead to the world, she slipped out from under the covers and walked naked the short distance to the door. When she looked through the eye-hole, she saw the distorted, circular image of the young handsome Italian from the playroom, Antonio, looking down, nervously at the floor, just like everyone who knows they're being watched through a peek-hole. Then she remembered that he had invited himself to drop by for a visit and she had, implicitly, agreed to his company when she gave him their room number.

She quickly opened the door and stood back as he slipped inside. The cabin was so small that there was little room for them to stand and almost no room anywhere for them to sit except on the bed that was half occupied by Mike. But Antonio wasn't interested at all in sitting or standing. Earlier he had gotten so aroused watching the people fucking in the playroom that he planned to meet up with his girlfriend, Gina, who was a housekeeper on the ship, and fuck her until neither of them could walk but that was before he saw Jaime. He had watched Jaime fucking her husband and then as the couple was separated he watched her with other men. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman. He lusted for her. When it was time for the woman and her husband to leave the playroom, he was careless and took a chance, fulling expecting to be rebuffed when he asked for their cabin number. But she didn't rebuff him. Until he was replaced at the playroom an hour and a half later, the minutes seemed like hours. Finally, when he was relieved, he almost ran to the nearest elevator that would lift him to the 5th deck. And now they were together in her cabin and he thought he just might explode if she touched him. She touched him and he didn't explode. Gently she touched his cheek. She had been fucked countless times that night, made love with her husband twice and now she desperately needed to make love again.

She never took her eyes off his handsome Latin face as she helped him undress. When his cock was relieved from the confines of his white briefs, it bounced up against his tight stomach covered with sparse kinky hair. She sat on the edge of the bed and he stood in front of her. She took the impressive brown organ in her mouth and played with it but she had no intention of making him climax in her mouth. She wanted him to deposit his potent protein in only one place and as deeply as possible.

Mike slept while his wife and the crew member from Italy made love. They shared the bed with him. Had he been even slightly less exhausted he would have awakened by the movement, pressure as they touched him and desperate sounds though each tried to be quiet. They took their sweet time kissing and getting to know the other person and then meticulously explored every inch of the other person's body as thoroughly as it was possible for one human to physically discover another, short of utilizing a sharp scalpel and anesthesia. The lovemaking process was unhurried. However, it can't be said that it was relaxed because the nerve endings of both the young man and the married woman were afire. Each delayed the inevitable entry, savoring for the moment that minuscule difference, for some people, between unrestrained pleasure and the deepest of pain. It actually hurt both of them to prolong the moment when they would be coupled, but prolong it they did. More than half an hour had elapsed since Jaime was awakened from her dream. Since then they had done everything sexual that a man and a woman could do except have sexual intercourse. But now her legs were spread wide with her right leg jammed into her still sleeping husband's side. The Italian was dripping perspiration onto Jaime's ass as he placed his wet cock at the entrance of her sopping vagina. And then in a scintilla they were completely joined. Neither moved at all. Well neither thrust nor pounded but the youthful Italian was consciously forcing more blood into his already engorged penis while she was squeezing him tightly with her Kegel muscles. He had never felt anything like it. They weren't moving but they were indisputably fucking.

This wholly internal fucking went on for several minutes until Antonio could wait no longer. He began to thrust into her slowly at first and then like a steam locomotive moving down the track faster and faster and faster. Jaime matched him stroke for stroke but she was constantly climaxing while he had exercised incredible patience and self control and held off cumming longer than he ever had in his life. Now, however, there was no holding back. Now he had to empty himself, spill himself, seed this beautiful American woman and he did with a force greater than anything he could have imagined.

Mike, in his deep sleep thought that they must be sailing in a rough sea and was grateful that they had each taken a Dramamine pill for seasickness before boarding. Then he became fully awake and realized that the sea remained glass smooth but the rocking was created by the attractive copulating couple that was pressed tightly against him. He wasn't surprised to see Antonio in their bed and in his wife. After all she had all but invited the young crew member to come to their cabin which meant come to their cabin and fuck her.

Mike had no way of knowing how long they had been at. They held each other in the afterglow, whispering words that he couldn't hear even though he was just inches from them. Antonio rolled off of Jaime leaving her between her husband and himself. Almost immediately all three of them were sleeping soundly.

Before the sun came up Mike reached over and caressed his wife. He reached down between her legs and his finger tips came in contact with the matted crusted hairs above her clit. As he reached lower, he didn't come in contact with her clit but a hairy, masculine hand. Antonio was still sleeping soundly but had claimed, just for the moment, that spot that was Mike's most treasured possession, he thought before drifting off back to slumberland.

When he awakened again, Mike was stretched out on his back and Jaime was astride her Italian stallion lifting up until just the tip of his cock remained inside her and then she would drop down with all her weight, like a pile-driver tying to drive the Italian penis into bed rock. She of course, had her eyes closed and, like always, it seemed, was in a constant state of climax. Mike could see that Antonio had fallen in love. It wasn't very much later that Antonio stiffened, his body shuddered and then released the new semen that had been brewing since his first ejaculation. As Jaime lifted off of Antonio, his gray deposit, at least most of it, plopped onto his stomach. Jaime resumed the space between her husband and the young Italian. What he had just watched, really got to Mike and he took his wife's beautiful face in his hands and kissed her deeply. "Are you finished?" He asked softly and tenderly.

She giggled like a little child and said very much unlike a child, "I guess I'm never really finished."

This time it was Antonio who was the spectator while Mike performed. Jaime hadn't bothered cleaning up and Mike was discovering that he didn't mind the mess at all. The wantonness seemed to be a plus for him. This time she was on her back, the good old missionary position which was his favorite because he loved to look closely at her beautiful face and punctuate what they were doing with wet kisses. Antonio reached over and took her engorged nipple that was becoming a little sore between his thumb and finger and pinched, just hard enough to get her attention, and remind her that he was still there. Before they finished he also reached under her, rubbed her ass and inched his finger into her ass even though Mike's balls slammed against his hand. This made both men slightly uncomfortable.

The very tired trio slept some more. Antonio awakened, looked at his watch and saw that he had missed his morning assignment. He slipped out of bed dreading the moment when his body would no longer be touching Jaime's warm flesh. After he dressed, he penned a note on the ship's stationery thanking them for the great time and leaving his cell number and also how to connect him through the ship's phone system. Then he slipped out hoping that he could persuade his boss to overlook that he had missed an assignment. He was almost more concerned about running into several of his crew members working along the passageway but miracle of miracles he didn't.

Jaime awakened before Mike and just stayed up against him trying to sort out her thoughts. This was a new day, was she, she wondered a new woman? Could what happened be summed up as an adventure, not to be repeated and could they return to their stable, predictable life in the Quad Cities? She asked herself. And what about Blake's suggestion to her? Was she a different sort of woman? Was she like Judy? Was it possible that she could never be finished when sex was concerned? She looked at the small digital clock with the glowing red numerals and saw that it was almost eleven where they were and nearly ten o'clock back home. She knew that she had to do something and hoped that it wasn't too early.

She turned on her husband's cell phone and looked up the Simpson's numbers on his contact list. He had their home phone listed and the cell numbers for both Andy and Judy. When she tried to place the call from his cell phone, she really wasn't surprised to find that there was no service. She lifted the handset on the big ship telephone and dialed "0." "I need to place a call to the United States," she told the friendly operator who explained what the charges would be. It wouldn't be cheap to call Davenport but it was necessary she told herself. She thought that calling Judy's cell number would be better than dialing the house number so she gave that information to the ship's operator. Almost immediately she heard the voice of the woman that she hadn't ever treated very nice and could never be called a close friend.

"Hello."

"Judy, It's Jaime Fisher, I'm calling you from the ship."

"Hi Jaime. I'm freezing my ass off here, hope it's better where you are."

"I haven't been outside yet but it's supposed to be gorgeous weather for the whole cruise. By the way, how is your dad?"

"Thanks for asking. We think he'll pull through. The last couple of days have been rough and my mom's falling to pieces but his doctors are encouraged. Jaime, I'm really surprised to hear from you. Is everything okay?"

"Oh, ah well sure. Things are good here."

Judy Simpson's antenna picked up a signal that said ‘maybe things aren't so great for the newbies on the swinger cruise.' "So what's going on?"

"Oh, Judy, we haven't talked much over the years and we've never talked at all about the things you and Andy do."

"I take it you mean the swinging."

"Ya, that's what I meant. This is so difficult."

"Jaime last night was your second night on the cruise. Has anything happened?"

There was just silence on the ship to cell phone connection. Finally Jaime said, "oh Judy, I guess everything happened."

"Want to talk about it? I guess that's a silly question because you called me. Tell me whatever you feel comfortable talking about," invited Judy.

"Well, where to start? For a long time Mike's wanted me to be like you. I guess he may have gotten the idea from all of his conversations with Andy. Anyway, I thought that would be impossible and I kept telling myself that I really wasn't interested in anything like that."

"Go on," Judy said soothingly.

"Well, believe it or not I didn't know that this cruise was a swinger's cruise."

"I know, Andy told me. Jaime, I like your husband and think he's great looking but he was being a real asshole by not telling you what was going on," she added in a voice dripping with condemnation. Then she perked up and changed the tone of the discussion by asking with real interest, "So Jaime, tell me what went on?"

"I guess about everything you could imagine. I was with lots of different men last night. I've lost count. Sometimes just me and a guy but more often with more than one guy."

"And, did you like it?"

"The truth Judy, I loved it. At least I think I did. I haven't quite wrapped myself around the emotional aspects of what happened and how it might change things between Mike and myself."

"Rest easy on that sweety. I can almost promise you that things with Mike will be better than they were, not worse." Judy was smiling. She had always known and told Andy many times that if Jaime Fisher ever let loose, she'd be hotter than anybody that they knew. "So Jaime, is that all?" She asked sensing that there was more Jaime had to tell her.

"Judy, I met Blake and Derrick Bishop."

"That's terrific sweety. Aren't they great?"

"Well yes, I mean I did enjoy myself with them. Judy, Blake said you were going to Kingston with them."

There it was. That's what this conversation was really all about. She wants to know about Blake's and Derrick's place in Kingston. "Yes I was going with them. They may not have told you that I was there for one day last year when we spent a week at Hedonism II in Negril. Jaime, why are you asking about Kingston?"

"Blake invited me to go with them. He did his best to explain what it was like and for some reason he thinks I might be perfect for their place."

My goodness thought Judy. I had been swinging for years when Blake thought that I might be right for his place in Kingston. Jaime, well Jaime, she's been at it for only a few hours. Obviously, Blake must have seen something in her to make such a suggestion. "What do you think about Blake's idea?"

"I just don't know. He said it's a very busy place. Nonstop, for hours and hours. He thinks I might like that."

"Well, I think you've got it about right After an hour or two you reach a place where every nerve in your body wants, expects and even needs more and more. I guess it must be like a narcotic or something like that. I can promise you that it is a real high and unlike anything else that I've ever experienced."

"What about the men?"

"I'm sure that Blake must have told that it isn't an upscale place. Just the opposite, quite frankly. Jaime, if you need great looking, talented lovers then this place isn't for you. However, if you've ever dreamed about a never-ending stream of hard cocks, attached to really randy men that are instantly replaced when one goes soft, then you might think about trying this. Also, some of the Jamaican men are really big, I mean big in the cock department. Some are almost freakish but that makes it interesting too. Of course, a few are so big that you can't take it all."

"Oh, I don't know about that. I think you have to take it all," Jaime said seriously. "I don't know any other way to do it."

Judy could hardly believe that she was talking with Jaime Fisher. "So Jaime, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I guess after last night there's really not much to preserve. I mean in the monogamy department. I've now slept with several other men and Mike seems to be okay with that." Then she said, almost flippantly, "Maybe I will give it a try. You and Blake both think that I might be right for it."

"Sure sweety. Call Blake and tell him you'll try it. Can't hurt to try, so they tell me."

"I will Judy and thanks for your advice. I was thinking that when we get back maybe we can get together."

Judy laughed and said, "Jaime when I tell that to Andy he'll piss in his pants. He's wanted you in the worst way and for the longest time."

"I better hang up Judy. This call is costing us a small fortune. Bye."

Jaime didn't know that her husband was wide awake and listening to every word she said. Even though he could only hear one side of the conversation it was pretty clear to him that Judy had endorsed the house in Kingston and that his wife would give it a try. How did he feel about that he wondered?

Jaime went to the bathroom to pee and then padded back to the bed. He reached out and touched her. "Who were you talking to?"

"Oh Mike," she turned toward the bed, surprised to hear his voice, "I didn't know you were awake, sorry if I woke you up. I was talking with Judy."

"And why were you talking with Judy?"

"Oh, I had told you about Blake and Derrick's place and that they wanted me to go there. Well, I knew that Judy had been there and so I thought I should ask her about it."

"And?"

"She thinks I should give it a try."

"Are you going to?"

"I guess, unless you don't want me to, of course."

Now it was all on his shoulders. Did he want her to ride with Blake and Derrick to Kingston. Settle in a crib and take on all comers? It was just that simple a question, and just that simple an answer for him, yes. "Baby, if you want to give it a try, I'm all for it. We'll never have an opportunity like this again. I think everything we've done so far has been great and this would just take things up a notch. "Call Blake and tell him you want to give it a try."

She didn't hesitate and called Blake's suite. It was obvious by the sound of his groggy voice that she had awakened him. "Blake it's Jaime."

He cleared his throat and said, "baby, great to talk with you. What's on you mind?" He asked as if he didn't know.

"About your house in Kingston. Guess I want to give it a try."

"We'll be arriving in Ocho Rios in three hours. It will take us a couple of hours to drive to the place. You'll have to bring your passport and ship card. Of course, none of the women on the ship, but you, know what's going to happen in Jamaica. We'll meet you at the disembarkation point at let's say 1:00 which is still Eastern Standard Time."

There wasn't anything else to say so they both hung up.

"So, Jaime what's the plan?"

"I'll ride with them to Kingston," she said with a tremor in her voice. "We're planning on meeting at the disembarkation point at 1:00."

"Want me to go with you?"

"Would you? I don't know how Blake and Derrick will feel about you tagging along but I would really like that."

"Tagging along? I sure don't want to be a tag-along."

"Oh you. You know what I mean, going with us. So will you go with me?"

"Sure, unless they have some good reason to object, we can at least ride over together and I can see what this is all about."

Chapter 11

"Set your course for adventure your mind on a new romance."

Jaime wore her new yellow dress that buttoned down the front and the matching heels. They had an hour to kill so they joined hundreds of others at the buffet. Initially, neither of them thought that they recognized anyone from last night, then they were filled with doubts and thought that they recognized everybody. They found it hard to compare fully clothed, cheerful people standing in a food line holding a tray, or sitting at a table in a brightly lit room, with entangled, naked, nearly frantic people having unrestrained sex in a darkened room.

Jaime was so nervous it was difficult for her to eat. She found herself playing with the food on her plate. She didn't know it but Mike was every bit as nervous as she was. Then, it was time for them to take the elevator down to deck 2 to catch a tender to Ocho Rios. Sure enough Blake and Derrick were waiting for her.

"Blake, I was wondering if it would be okay for Mike to ride with us?"

"It's not a problem for us," said Blake with less than enthusiasm, remembering from past experiences that insecure husbands really could be a problem. Today Blake and Derrick were all business. Blake was wearing white linen trousers, a shiny, silk purple shirt and aviator style sun glasses while Derrick was almost the reverse with dark gray slacks, and a creme-colored shirt. Derrick said, "Mike will definitely be the only white dude there but so long as he's with us, then things should be okay. Jaime, it's important for you to know that once you go in the building and get settled in, you won't see Mike again until you're back on the ship."

The four of them stepped into the disembarkation line and within just a couple of minutes had their cards scanned and had boarded one the tenders that were shuttling to the dock at Ocho Rios.

The tropical air warmed them. The waters were crystal clear and Jaime thought she could see down a hundred feet.

It didn't take long for the powerful tender to cover the short trip's distance to the Ocho Rios dock. There, they were met by a tall skinny black man who was very deferential - almost fearful - of Blake and Derrick, thought Mike. A new black Suburban was parked in a no-parking zone. Blake sat in front, Jaime and Mike in the middle row and Derrick climbed in the back. Though the distance from the Ocho Rios dock to Kingston is only 35 miles, it can take more than an hour and a half to make the drive which isn't for the faint of heart. The big SUV was driven on the left side of the two lane road. More than once they swerved around goats and pigs that had wandered onto the roadway. Both Jaime and Mike found the journey nerve-jarring for many reasons.

Blake was on his cell phone during much of the drive. Derrick was sleeping shortly after they left the dock area. Jaime thought that she saw another SUV, almost identical to the one they were in, following them. The driver who was looking at her almost constantly in the rear view mirror confirmed her suspicions. "Missy, the car behind us is one of ours. They's our protection," he said with a big toothy smile that displayed his solid gold incisor. He had driven many beautiful white women to the house in Kingston but never anyone who looked like the woman reflected in his rear view mirror. He was getting a hard on just thinking about his favorite perk with this job: the opportunity to fuck any of the women any time he wanted to. He had head of line privileges along with a very few others.

Jaime and Mike were lost in their own thoughts as the Suburban headed south. With each mile traveled, it was bringing them closer to the mysterious house in Kingston. Jaime looked at Blake as he talked rapidly and seriously on his cell phone. It was hard for her believe that not too many hours before she had fucked him and then fucked him again. She turned and looked at Derrick stretched out on the back seat, lightly snoring and she remembered that she had fucked him too. And then she turned to look at Mike as he also looked at her and they both smiled but she was thinking about the blow job and the fucks they had enjoyed on this trip. The driver hardly ever took his eyes off her in the rear view mirror causing her to worry how he was able to ogle her and drive safely at the same time. She knew, she just knew, in some way, that it wouldn't be very long before the driver would be added to the list of men in the car with whom she had been intimate.

To Mike it was all surreal. The hurried arrangements to take a cruise that wouldn't have been possible, under normal circumstances, for years to come. Then he wondered if it wasn't almost providential that the cruise was a swinger's cruise. Andy's prognostication for Jaime's conversion from monogyny had been realized; Jaime had been fucked and she fucked back enthusiastically just as Andy had promised Mike she would. So far, she had been fucked many times with a guarantee of many more times to come before the huge ship returned to Florida. Swinging with other couples was something that Mike had thought about countless times since Andy had invited him and Jaime, years before, to a special kind of party. When Andy explained exactly what went on at those parties Mike was reluctant to even tell Jaime about the invitation but, just to feel her out, he did tell her that he had learned that his buddy, Andy, and his gorgeous wife, Judy, were swingers.

The Fishers never attended any of Andy and Judy's parties but the thought of those parties was the stimulus for most of Mike's fantasies for his own beautiful wife, Jaime. When Andy told Mike that they were going on a swinger cruise in the dead of winter he was envious. Not just envious because the cruisers would be enjoying perfect weather but because Judy would be doing for Andy what he had absolutely no hope of Jaime ever doing for him, or so he thought. But when he thought about where they were going now and why they were going there he felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach that was anything but sexual, it was frightening. Had it not been for the strong endorsement of the place - as well as the vouchsafing of Blake and Derrick - by Judy Simpson, he would have called the whole thing off.

They had been driving for more than an hour when Blake, obviously finished with his calls, turned around, propped his chin on his arms over the back of the front seat and said, "okay, let me explain a few details on how it works there. The cribs are actually few in number and small but the whole place is very big. It's big because we need a place for our throngs of customers to wait in relative comfort, so we have two big lounges. We also have a basic kitchen and each crib has its own small bathroom. When we arrive, we'll enter an underground garage and walk up the stairwell directly to Jaime's crib. We've learned by experience that if she got out of the car in front of the house there would be a near riot from the men who you'll see hanging around outside. Some of these men wait hours and all of the men understand that it is essentially first come first served. In other words they don't get to choose the woman or the order. I don't want to make it sound like a fast food restaurant but the first thing the men do is sign in and get a plastic number. Some of them cherish the credit card size piece of plastic as if it were a Platinum American Express Card. Our manager's primary job is to take the men's money and make sure that the next guy in line is the next guy serviced. The only exception to that rule is our ‘first-in-line privileges' that are reserved for a few of our employees like David, our driver." He looked at David and smiled. "Good business to keep them happy."

"Jaime, baby, like I told you before, we don't offer a variety of services like some of our competitors. Men come to our place to fuck in a white pussy and shoot off inside flesh, not inside latex. They don't come for hugging, kissing, talking, blow jobs, ass fucking, bondage, fetishes or any of that shit."

None of what Jaime had just heard was news to her. "Blake, you know that I really like kissing, hugging, oral and anal sex. Also, what if they can't get it up? What if they need help?" Jaime asked sincerely.

Mike couldn't believe that what he was hearing was being spoken by the same woman that boarded the ship with him.

"Oh yeah, I know what you like Jaime." Blake said with a leer. "Do whatever you want but I think you'll soon find out that by the time a man knocks on your door, believe me they'll be up and stay up until they're finished. We do have a couple of roving fluffer girls, almost always black girls, who are available but most of the men are so hot by they time their number comes up, they're ready to climb right on and go to work," Blake explained. "For you and the three other white women who will be there today, it's mostly about straight fucking."

"Blake tell me about the other women."

"Most of our women have very similar stories. Almost all of them are married with one or more children. I think, without exception, their husbands know everything and are very supportive. First, I'll tell about Marge. She's a little older than you are. This is her third trip. She'll stay for ten days, maybe even two weeks. She's really beautiful and, until I met you, I would have said that she likes sex more than any woman. She craves it. She lives for it. She knows she's good at it."

"How did you meet her?" Jaime asked, still flushed red from embarrassment about his comparison of her and Marge and its implication.

"Well, Marge lives in California about an hour from where I live. It was her husband who contacted me and made the arrangements for me to meet her. He knew someone who knew someone who knew me. Anyway, long story short, we met I told him what we did he talked his wife into giving it a try." He laughed then said, "hey, sound familiar, ‘giving it a try.' "Well, she loved it, came back again, loved it even more the second time and now she's here for her third stay." Then he said, "she's beautiful and classy, like you, Jaime. All of our women are."

"Go on." Jaime encouraged.

"Another woman today, named Caroline, is from England. She was referred by a woman who is one of our regulars. Frankly, that's how most of our women are recruited. This is her first time but she's been here a week and I'm told she doesn't ever want to leave, even though she has three kids and a horny, lonely husband waiting for her back in London. I think she's about your age, girl next door beautiful, dishwater blond. Jaime, we have dozens of women standing by waiting for a call to fly to Kingston. That's what Darrel and I do. We keep the pipeline flowing with white, hungry gash."

"The third one, like you, is here for a few hours for a try. Her name's Staci, from Pittsburgh, twin sons fifteen years old. Anyway, most of my telephoning just now was about Staci. Her situation is almost identical to yours. She and her husband are first time swingers staying over at Hedonism II on Negril. One of our recruiters was with her night before last and was blown away." Ha. Ha. "I guess both literally and figuratively, blown away. He made arrangements for her to give it a try. I'm told she's doing great today and has already said she wants to come back for a longer stay. We'll see."

They were nearing population. There were shacks peeking through the foliage on the green hills and more signs advertising this and that cropping up along the side of the road. Traffic was increasing, slowing their already ponderous pace. As Jaime looked around, she thought that they were driving through a slum and she hoped they would be on its other side soon. But there wasn't another side. They were near Tivoli Gardens - not so far from where Bob Marley grew up - but this awful area had nothing in common with the charming amusement park in Copenhagen after which it was named. Within a few minutes, and after David made several turns, Jaime saw a formidable wooden fence that must have been eight feet tall. There were several black men leaning against it in several places. Without slowing down David drove directly toward the fence and, just before he would have crashed into it, two of the black men opened facing gates. They drove through the opening in the wooden wall onto a dirt enclosure kicking up dust. Several black men were clustered in groups inside the compound. Two or three had weapons over their shoulders. There was a one story, unpainted concrete block, windowless building with a corrugated metal roof that, Mike thought, looked more like a military building than a house.

As they neared the building, a rolling metal garage door was raised. They passed under it and then drove down into a subterranean garage where a couple of older pick up trucks were parked. David drove the SUV to a space near a gray metal staircase, parked and turned off the engine which also meant the end of the air conditioning. The underground space was hot, dank and smelled of mildew.

"Ready?" asked Blake as he turned to look at Jaime.

"Blake . . . you've, I mean you and Derrick, well . . . well you've been so nice, ah driving us here and everything . . . but . . . well, maybe this is a mistake."

Blake smiled knowingly at the beautiful but obviously terrified wife. This certainly wasn't the first time that one of his women had second thoughts and got cold feet - although Blake couldn't imagine Jaime's beautiful feet ever being chilled, he thought they were hot. "Jaime, honey. . . one question . . . do you still like to fuck?"

"Well . . . sure . . . of course, you know that I do."

"Then it's just that simple honey. Upstairs is a room with a bed in it. Right now it's empty. In just a minute or two you can be on that bed, naked on your back with a hungry and desperate black man between your legs. Now I know that's not new for you, well not that new for you, but when that black man comes inside you there will be another man to immediately take his place. I also know that you've experienced that. But when ten black men will have finished with you there will be ten more waiting and ten more after that. Jaime, there isn't any other place in the world where a woman, a woman like you, can experience anything like that. You're here. You like to fuck. There's a line of eager men waiting for you. What do you say we give it a try? I can check back with you in a couple hours and then if you want to leave we'll run you back to the ship."

Jaime was holding Mike's hand. They were squeezing and communicating with the application of pressure, like married couples do when they've been married as long as Jaime and Mike had been. She looked at him beseechingly. "What do you think . . . what do you think, Mike?"

He smiled but she could tell that he was as nervous as she was, then he said exactly what she knew he would. "Baby, one hundred percent up to you."

A part of her wanted to flee, escape, return to the ship. Skip the ship, she thought, drive directly to the nearest airport, board the next flight to anyplace in the United States, then connect with the next flight to the Quad Cities. Run to their car, back it out of Mike's employee parking space at the maintenance hangar, cross the wide, muddy Mississippi on the I-74 bridge and continue to their home, her safe nest in Davenport. She could then begin the process of leaving everything that happened on the big ship behind her, she reasoned, and return to her comfortable, predictable and safe life.

However, another part of her, a newly discovered part that she didn't really recognize or understand, wanted something very different. That part didn't want to forget the experiences on the ship last night. That part, possessing a yet un quenched desire for even more forbidden experiences, wanted something else. That part wanted to open the door of the SUV, be led up the stairs to the room that Blake had described and experience everything that he had challenged her to experience.

Not another word was spoken in the Suburban. Each person sat still and waited. It seemed as if each could hear the seconds as they ticked by while the temperature in the vehicles' interior climbed degree by degree. Then, a lever was released and a door pushed open. Beautiful long legs stepped out of the car, exquisite feet with red-tipped toes in yellow, high-heel sandals touched the asphalt surface of the floor in the small underground garage. This was a signal for everyone else. Almost in unison, the driver's and front passengers' doors were opened. Then, Mike opened his door and Derrick climbed over the seat and followed Jaime in her yellow dress, that had ridden up during the long ride and stuck to her body, baring her perfect ass to his lustful gaze. She smoothed the back of the dress and was a dream walking, thought Derrick. David took the lead, walked up to the landing as with the others followed. Derrick told Jaime, "there's a back hall to the cribs so we won't see anyone," even though the din of many voices and the rhythms of reggae could be heard through the unpainted block walls.

They passed a closed door and could easily hear the sounds of frenzied sex from the other side. David pushed open a door to a small, utilitarian room. The bed was single width with a fresh white bottom sheet stretched over its mattress. The beige carpeting seemed to be new. Another door that was slightly ajar opened to the bathroom that reminded Jaime of the small bathroom in their cabin on the big white ship. At the door to the room, it was Derrick who warned Jaime, "baby, there are lots of bottles of water in the small fridge in the john and a kind of Power Aide drink. The water's safe. Force yourself to drink as much water as you can. If you don't, you can get dehydrated and very sick. The rule here for our women is one bottle of water an hour, no exceptions."

"Jaime, your door can be left completely open, partially open or closed but unlocked." Blake told her. "Of course, you can lock your door when you're unavailable: going to the bathroom, cleaning up, changing the sheets, hydrating, well . . . " Then Blake didn't waste anymore time. "Okay, this is it. Mike, say goodbye to Jaime and then you, Derrick and I can go to the office while she settles in. Then you can be driven back to the ship." David's name was conspicuously absent when Blake mentioned the men who would be leaving. And, just like that, Blake, Derrick and Mike left. Behind them, the door to the room that would be Jaime's was closed. There wasn't a sweet parting between the frightened wife and her numb husband.

It was Jaime's instinct to hold the black man, touch him, suck him, kiss him and much more but she didn't do any of that. She swiftly unbuttoned each of the buttons at the front of her sexy, dress placed it on a scared wooden chair, took off her shoes, climbed on the bed and opened herself. David had undressed nearly as swiftly as she had and climbed between her legs. When she saw his size, which dwarfed all of the cocks she had seen before, she became worried that she might not be aroused enough to take him. But, she was aroused and, like almost always, very wet. Then, he was inside her. In just a few desperate stokes he was buried to the hilt. There was no pretense at love making. She held onto him and he held onto her, not in the way of caresses, but just to keep them connected as tightly as possible. Then, he fucked her like a wild man. It didn't last long, as Blake had promised, then David screamed. "I'm gonna pop, I gonna pop my nuts. Get ready cheri, I'm poppin. Jaime estimated that he couldn't have been inside her for much more than a couple of minutes. She was disappointed when he plopped out. He didn't say a word to her. He just dressed and left. She was still lying there with her legs splayed and David's thick semen oozing out of her raw pussy when the door was opened after a single knock and a fat old, short, nappy- haired man entered. He was wearing a white, sleeveless undershirt, baggy jeans and sandals, which she would discover was almost a uniform for many of the men that would visit her.

No names were exchanged, not a word was spoken. In less than a minute the new man was where David had been. There was no finesse, no desire to please her, no variation in pace. He pounded like David had and didn't last a lot longer than David had lasted but her body already was becoming accustomed to this animalistic, wild sexual ritual. She was coming in a slightly different way than ever before.

Blake had led Mike to a door at the end of a narrow hallway that opened to an office that he shared with Derrick. It was obvious, by the neatness of the unremarkable room, that the office was more of a visitor's office than a working office.

"Take a load off Mike," Blake said as he gestured to a comfortable overstuffed chair facing his desk. "Something to drink?"

"Beer," said the nervous husband, "if you've got it."

"Mike, you'll soon learn that we have everything."

"Well, what now?" Mike asked as Derrick handed him a chilled can of Red Stripe.

"It's started. Now it all depends on Jaime. This thing is really a marathon. I mean some of the gals can go for ten hours, most for five or six then they take a few hours off to sleep and start all over again. Tell me if I'm wrong, Mike, but it's my guess that this isn't exactly what you had in mind when you were thinking of Jaime fucking other guys. Am I right?"

"Of course you're right. But you have to admit that what's happening in the room down the hall is very extreme."

"Look pal, this is kind of awkward but you know that both Derrick and I fucked your wife. Let me tell you Mike, I knew the minute that I stuck it in that she was very special. The way that her cunt gripped my dick, the way her arms, hands, fingers, her legs, hips, feet and toes seemed to pull at me wanting more and more, needing more and more. And then when I gave her all that I had . . . all that I had, she actually wanted more so I arranged for more and, guess what? She still wanted more. She wasn't finished."

Mike nodded his head. "You're right. She is very special. I was quite sure myself that if I could ever get her to fuck another guy she would want more and that was okay with me. Well, guess what Blake, you were the first and I was right, she wants more and more. But this place is still so much different from what I had fantasized about."

"Mike you may not think so now, but trust me, I've seen it happen hundreds of times. These white wives leave here the most sexual women on the planet. They reach a new capacity and every man who fucks them in the future, especially their husbands, are beneficiaries of the experience." He shrugged his shoulders in resignation. "It always works that way. I'm not sure what it is. It's much more than a gangbang experience for the women, it's . . . well, it's almost a tribal, a primitive ceremony. There's just nothing else like it. When you get home, ask your buddy, Andy, about Judy. I guarantee he will tell you that as wonderful a lover as she was before she came here, she's even better now. Guarantee he will tell you that."

In the room down the hall another man had pushed Jaime's thighs apart and wedged himself between them. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she felt the girth of the abnormally gargantuan knob that crowned the black penis pushing against her very wet opening. He thrust hard but was having difficulty penetrating her. She wanted this flesh tube inside her and spread herself even wider and pushed up against it with greater determination. Finally it passed her entrance and began the internal journey that wouldn't end until his public bone and hers collided. The man didn't wait, as a patient and gentle lover would have, for her to mold her vagina around his hugeness, he just plowed in pushing the sensitive flesh out of his way and furrowing her depths.

Something was happening to her. This man thrusting inside her was unappealing - except for his huge cock which she did like - but it was more than that. He kept pounding and she kept coming but in a slightly different way then ever before. She realized that a part of her satisfaction was knowing that when he reached his own climax - which seemed imminent to her - and his cock began to shrivel, it would be replaced, almost immediately, by another cock that would keep her at a higher sexual peak than she had ever attained. And, she would keep climbing higher and higher as the process was repeated over and over, never quite reaching the illusive summit which seemed to be such an intoxicating goal.

David walked into the office without knocking. When Blake saw him, he turned to Mike and asked, "you ready to go back to the ship?"

"Are you and Derrick leaving now?"

"No, we have a few things to take care of here, business to discuss."

Mike sat up with interest. "I'd like to talk with you about the business."

Derrick and Blake both smiled. Then it was Derrick who said, "Mike, we do need to talk with you, in some detail, about the economics of our business," he paused then made his point by saying, "but, only if Jaime decides to come back for a longer stay. You good with that?"

Mike nodded. Then Blake stood and said, "David can drive you back to Ocho Rios and then either he or someone else will take us back later tonight."

"What about Jaime?"

Blake turned to David and asked, "How's she doing David?"

"Oh mon, oh mon," he said excitedly, even gleefully, "She's just the best . . . best ever . . . she gonna be fine . . . just fine mon. Think she in heaven."

Blake shrugged his shoulders, smiled at Mike and said, "Like you said, Mike, one-hundred percent up to her. All I can promise you is she will be back on board before we depart Jamaica. Probably tonight when Derrick and I come back. More than once, when a woman has asked to leave early, she changes her mind in the car and rushes back to her crib for another hard, cock fix. It's like a drug for them."

For Mike the answer wasn't good enough but he didn't say anything.

David smiled at Mike and asked, "is you ready mon?" then turned and walked out the door, obviously expecting Mike to follow him.

There had been no "goodbyes," "see you later" or any form of farewell. Mike sat the empty Red Stripe beer can on the corner of the wooden desk - in a weird way he hoped that the can would leave a whitish ring marking the desk forever - stood up and followed David out the door. He was leaving Blake and Derrick behind in the office and leaving his wife behind the closed door of the small room that he walked by, from which he heard earthy sounds emitted.

Chapter 12

"Love won't hurt anymore it's an open smile on a friendly shore."

The drive back to Ocho Rios wasn't memorable for Mike. He sat in the front passenger seat lost in his confused and conflicting thoughts. They hadn't been driving very long when he began to tune out David's regaling of his own wife's charms. David seemed to have a pressing need to describe each part of Jaime's fabulous body, the lilting sound of her sexy voice, the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume and shampoo; a listing of each of her sexual techniques that he found to be unequaled . . . on and on he went.

Mike didn't know if the return trip was faster than the drive to Kingston. They didn't run over any chickens, goats or sheep; they didn't hit another car or run out of gas. The return trip was, otherwise, uneventful and ended just exactly the way you want a road trip in Jamaica to end: with them pulling into the no-parking space near the dock in Ocho Rios, still alive. A tender from "The Freedom of the Seas" was at the dock when he walked down the ramp and presented his card to a uniformed crewman. The boat was less than half full of tired passengers who had spent part of the day discovering the section of Jamaica preserved for tourists - very unlike the section of Jamaica where he had been. He took a seat on an empty row and waited a few more minutes for a hand-full of hurrying passengers. The tender was skillfully backed out as another positioned behind them.

As the rocking boat got closer and closer to the giant ship, Mike was struck by just how huge the vessel really was. It looked like a solid white skyscraper rising straight up out of the crystal sea; only this skyscraper was many times longer than it was tall. It was even more breathtaking when viewed from the surface of the warm Carribean.

At the ship his card was quickly scanned and he was welcomed back onboard. Mike was on autopilot and felt very alone, though he was surrounded by throngs, as he found his way to their cabin. The small room had been serviced and appeared as it had when they first boarded in Florida. He noticed a red light flashing on the shipboard telephone and pushed the button. The robotic voice - that seemed to him to be the same voice used for nearly all electronic communication these days - informed him: "you . . . have . . . one . . . new . . . message . . . received at . . . 2:34 p.m . . . to . . . hear . . . your . . . message . . . press 6 . . . or . . . just remain on the line."

"Hey Jaime and Mike, it's Megan Porter," said the friendly but, obviously, tired voice. "I just woke up. Don't know what your plans are for the day. I'm not going ashore and thought we might hook up. Anyway, give me a call we're in 7788."

A man answered on the first ring which caught Mike by surprise. "Ah, this is Mike Fisher, we met Megan last night and I wondered if she was there?"

"Hi Mike. I'm Curt. Yeah, Meg told me all about you guys. Hang on a sec."

"Hi Mike," she said. "What are you guys up to?"

"I just got back to the ship, Jaime's not here?"

"Where is she?"

"Kingston with Blake and Derrick."

"Did you . . . did you say Kingston?" She asked with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Yeah, Kingston."

"Oh, I wanted to make sure I heard you right. Curt and I have never been there but, from what I've heard, there isn't much good that can be said about Kingston." Then, with real concern she said, "Mike, I think there was even a warning in our package about avoiding Kingston."

"Well, that's where she is."

"What are they doing in Kingston?"

"Blake and Derrick are taking care of their business," then he realized the irony of the situation and said, "and, I guess that Jaime, in her own way, is also taking care of their business."

Mike now had Megan's full attention but, she decided, a telephone conversation was not the best way to discover anything else. "Mike, I know we're a little late but how would you like to join Curt and me for dinner?"

Mike didn't have anything else to do so he quickly accepted her offer. "Fine, sounds good."

"Meet us on the second level of the dinning room in say, fifteen minutes. That work for you?"

Curt was older than Megan by a few years but Mike took an instant liking to the big old man that reminded him of his father.

Megan didn't waste anytime. "So what's Jaime doing in Kingston?"

Mike was just as direct. "They have this place with several beautiful white women. It's . . . well it's a whorehouse. Jaime's giving it a try."

"So its true then. I've heard about that place over the past few years," said Megan.

Curt chuckled, "sounds to me like you'd be perfect for it babe."

Back in Kingston Blake and Derrick Bishop were delving into their businesses. The house was just one of their investments on the Island. They were also deeply involved in almost anything that could be exported including: sugar, coffee and bauxite. The substantial cash profits from the house had to be invested in traditional businesses. Most of the oversight of their commercial activities was in California but several times a year they visited the Island to check on things and secure their relationships with politicians and senior police officers. They knew that if it weren't for the constantly replenished supply of beautiful trim, horny white women, their house would not be so special and would, most likely, have closed its doors years ago.

Jaime wouldn't be the only woman giving the house a try. Usually there were several each week but less than twenty percent would come back for a two-week stay. Of the women who stayed for a week or two, only half of them would come back for a second time. So they needed a constant supply of new women to satisfy the steady, growing, demand. Most of the supply was satisfied by women who had tried it, liked it and encouraged their friends to take a trip to Jamaica. Some who were already in Jamaica at Hedonism II and similar places, heard about the wild goings on at the house in Kingston. A few of the most daring gave it a try.

In the small room in the concrete block house, in a rundown section of Jamaica's capital, Jaime Fisher was experiencing intense seismic convulsions. Finally, the door didn't open. She waited for a knock that didn't come. For her it was almost what she imagined an addict's withdrawal to be like. Her body was anticipating another fix.

After a few minutes Blake stepped into the room. "Jaime, how you doin?"

She smiled at him. "I'm okay."

"Get dressed, we're heading back to the ship."

"Already?" She sounded disappointed.

"You can come back someday and stay longer."

David drove Jaime, Blake and Derrick back to Ocho Rios. On the drive back Jaime said that she would like to come back and stay for a few days, especially if Judy could come with her. Before they pulled into the no-parking space at the dock, it was arranged by a cell phone call to Judy and Andy, for Jaime and Judy to spend a week back in Kingston the next month. Of course, subject to Mike's concurrence which seemed almost certain.

Chapter 13

"Yes Looooooooooove! It's Loooooooooooove! It's Looooooooooove!"

During the remainder of the cruise, for a couple of hours every afternoon Jaime stretched out completely nude on a thick lounge chair near the pool. Every night they dined with their new friends at table #96. Every night they attended the show in the theater. One night they wore togas, really just a white sheet. On most cruises even the most liberated people wore underwear under their togas and many people just slipped the white sheet over their clothing. Not on this cruise. Hardly anyone wore anything under the white cloth which made it very convenient in the dance clubs and at the playrooms. One night Jaime and Mike propped open the door to their cabin but more often than not they attended parties in other people's rooms.

Jaime told Megan everything she could remember about her hours in Derrick's and Blake's house in Kingston. She explained that she and Judy, her friend from home, were going back to Kingston the next month. "Think there might be room for one more?" Megan asked.

"Easy to find out, Blake's over there working on that gorgeous redhead, ask him," Jaime encouraged.

The giant ship very slowly inched it's way against the very same dock from which it had departed a week before. Soon its passengers would disembark and scatter all over the world to resume their lives. For a week they had lived different lives from their routines. For a week they had floated on crystal-clear, warm seas in a magnificent floating white city. They enjoyed the best food, the best entertainment, the best weather in the world and for those on this special cruise, the best sex with the greatest number and variety of partners they could have desired.

A few hours later, when the small commuter jet landed at the Quad Cities Airport, after circling and waiting for a break in the weather, Jaime Fisher could see that the wind-driven snow flakes were almost horizontal. She was feeling conflicted and sad - happy to be home and soon to reunite with her children, a little sad because the adventure was over - as she pulled her black roller bag out the jet way. Then she saw two familiar faces with huge smiles, waving excitedly welcoming them home. Judy and Andy ran to them and hugged them as if they were victorious warriors returning from battle.

"I was wondering" Andy said, "I mean we were wondering if your parents could take care of the kids for another night?"

Both Mike and Jaime smiled. "I think that could be arranged," said Jaime with a twinkle in her eye.