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 Cruising Crossover

   "What in hell did you do?" I asked my wife Rene as we sat at the
breakfast table on the port side of the cruise ship.  We'd been onboard for
three days and were set to dock in a Caribbean port in about three hours.



   Rene grinned at me.  "Surprise!" she said through a chuckle.

   I shook my head and sipped at the horrible coffee served onboard.  "To
say the least."

   "You liked it," she scolded.

   "Not the point.  I thought we were going to coordinate on these things."

   "We did," she said defensively.  "Remember?  On the way to dinner just
last night I asked you if you would like to sleep with Rachel.  You said
you would.  In fact, if I remember, you said, `Sure!'"

   Rachel and Kevin were two of our four tablemates.  The others, David and
Darlene were even older than Rene and I.  Their interest was in testing the
levels of service on the ship.  They barely tolerated our presence at
"their" table and generally avoided conversation with the rest of us. 
Rachel and Kevin, on the other hand, were a couple of years younger than us
and on their first cruise.  They were animated, engaging and emanated a
spirit of joy and fun.  We led them into some of our favorite activities
and enjoyed joining them as they explored life onboard.

   The previous night, after dinner, we adjourned to one of the multitude
of nightclubs operated by the cruise line.  We danced, drank more than we
should have, laughed, joked and flirted outrageously.  I hit my limit,
realizing that even one more drink would put me in an embarrassing
condition of not being able to walk back to the stateroom.  Rene looked at
me with disapproval.

   "All right, Mr.  Spoil Sport," she said.  "You go on back.  I'm not
ready yet."

   So it was that I had eased my way, unsteadily but determinedly, back to
the stateroom.  It took me three tries to get the keycard to open the door.
I realized I was pulling instead of pushing on the door.  When I finally
got it open, I slipped off my clothes, took a couple of Tylenol against a
possible morning hangover, and slipped between the cool sheets of our bed.

   Without a clock readily available, I don't know what time it was when I
heard the door open.  In a few moments I felt the warm, soft body join me,
snuggling against me in the bed.

   "You have fun?" I mumbled.

   All I got in return was a slight hum of agreement.

   "Sorry I had to bug out on you," I continued.  "You know if I drink too
much I'm pretty much useless."

   My only response was a warm hug and a kiss on my shoulder blade.

   "You drunk?" I asked.

   "Mmm-hmmm," I heard her hum.

   "And horny?"

   "Mmm-hmm." It was a shorter and more definitive affirmative.

   I reached back and caressed the soft skin of her thigh.  At the same
time, I felt her hand snake its way across my hip and scuff through my
pubes.  Her knuckles brushed against my growing member.  I twisted my body
to lie on my back.  The fingers in my pubes shifted to grab my rod and
stroke it.

   "Kevin's teasing must have got you all heated up," I commented.



   "Hmmm," she hummed, planting a series of kisses on my shoulder and upper
chest.

   "Let me feel," I whispered, my hand seeking out the soft folds of flesh
between her thighs.  The smooth, bare skin surprised me.  "That's
different," I commented.  "I like it." I was convinced that Rene had
decided to shave herself bare, perhaps anticipating a liaison with Kevin.

   I was right.  As I parted the folds of flesh I could feel the moist heat
radiating from her.

   "I'd love to taste you there," I whispered.

   She stopped all motion for several seconds.  Then she tossed back the
covers and twirled herself around.  Her knees came to rest on either side
of my head.  I grasped the front of her thighs and pulled her back to me.
In the pitch dark of the stateroom I felt the warm, moist flesh come in
contact with my lips.  I tentatively tongued the slash in front of me as I
felt her lips envelop my hardening cock.

   It dawned on me then that this was not my Rene.  Her technique on my
hard was different.  Her scent was more pronounced and her nether lips
didn't have the same tightness and tone of my loving wife.  This was not
Rene.  It had to be Rachel.

   "It was easy," Rene told me as she picked over her fruit plate.  "Kevin
took turns with us on the dance floor.  When he left us for a bathroom
break, Rachel and I agreed to swap for the night."

   "I'd have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation," I told
her.

   "I mentioned that you agreed you'd like to sleep with her.  I asked her
if it made her uncomfortable.  She said it didn't, that it was a nice
compliment.  She said Kevin thought I was intriguing.  She actually said
that.  So, I proposed the swap.  I told her I'd take her to our stateroom
and let her in.  All she'd have to do was climb into bed with you, snuggle
up and get things started.  Kevin I would go to their room and play husband
and wife for the night."

   "And she agreed?" I asked.

   "She waited until Kevin came back.  She told him I thought we ought to
change out for the night.  She said she thought it was a fun idea and asked
him if he would mind."

   "He must have said yes," I interjected.

   "He said it was the hottest thing he'd ever heard of," Rene grinned. 
"He said he was jealous of you.  He'd always wanted a naked woman to wake
him up for sex like that."

   "So you and Kevin spent the night in their stateroom?"

   Rene nodded.

   "You screwed him, of course."

   "Of course."

   "You regret it?" I asked.

   "Nope," she answered shortly.  "He was insatiable.  You have fun with
Rachel?"

   "When I finally figured out what was going on," I admitted.

   "When was that?" Rene asked me.

   "We were in a sixty-nine when it dawned on me that it wasn't you."

   Rene laughed.  "What did you do?"

   "What could I do?  My mouth was occupied and she had my cock between her
teeth."

   "Was she tasty?"

   "I'd have to say...Yeah, she was okay."

   "Just okay?"

   "Well, my dick got hard."

   Rene snickered.  "You get hard eating a tuna sandwich.  So, what did you
do next?"

   "I fumbled around on the headboard until I found the reading light.  I
clicked it on and she just froze."

   "You weren't supposed to know."

   "Right.  But, after a few seconds, she just started pole diving again. I
guess she figured since I hadn't kicked her out she might as well
continue."

   "You fuck her?"

   "Actually, first time she fucked me.  It was kind of hot.  Our eyes
never met.  She just pulled off my cock and slid down my bod.  She pushed
down on me in reverse cowgirl and started humping away.  I got confirmation
it was her when I saw that long, brown hair trailing down her back."

   "Sounds hot."

   "So, what's the plan now?"

   "I'm not sure there is one," Rene said.  "We're going to meet up at the
pool around one."

   "Guess we can decide then," I offered.

   "Decide what?" Rene sounded testy.  "Does there always have to be a
plan? Can't we just be impulsive?"

   "A plan keeps people from having hurt feelings," I noted.  "If you want
to do something and he doesn't or she objects, then you'll get your feeling
hurt.  If there's a plan, everybody knows what's going to happen
beforehand."

   Rene sighed.  "I guess," she said with resignation.

   "Really, baby," I told her.  "Suppose we're all lying around the pool
and you suggest we pair up and get laid.  They might not be ready."

   "What's your idea of a plan?"

   "I don't know.  We spend the days together and swap out for the nights?
I don't know.  Why don't we wait and talk to them?"

   "Why don't we flip a coin?  If I feel like getting laid, I flip a coin
and see who the lucky guy is going to be.  Rachel can do the same thing,"
Rene suggested.

   "You're being sarcastic," I observed.

   "We're supposed to be going ashore, you know."

   "Well, that makes it easier," I said.  "We can tag along with them or
they with us.  When we get back to the ship we can sort out arrangements."

   +++++

   "Just a quick dip," Kevin said, as they approached us at the pool.

   "I told him he was trying to crowd too much into one day," Rachel said,
here eyes hidden behind huge sunglasses.  She had a delicious little evil
smile on her face when she looked in my direction.  "Nice to see you
vertical," she commented.  She turned to Rene.  "And I love how your hair
looks, darling.  You look like you've just gotten laid and are ready for
more."

   "Rachel, honey," I murmured.  "Rene's not quite comfortable with all
this."

   "Really?" Rachel chirped.  She raised her sunglasses to nestle in her
dark hair, her blue eyes blazing with delight.  "Well, darling," she
whispered to Rene conspiratorially, "Kevin has been consumed with praise
and delight.  He thinks you're exceptional."

   Rene's smile was wan.

   "And as for your husband," Rachel wave a hand indistinctly in my
direction, then leaned into Rene to whisper, "I've been clutching and
twitching all morning.  I can't wait to feel him up in there again."

   Rene looked at me.  She returned my broad grin.  To Rachel she murmured,
"I thought there might be some resentment or unease.  I'm glad to hear we
all had a good time."

   "Such a good time," Rachel grinned.

   Kevin finished his dip and wandered up to us.  He toweled his face and
looked at Rene.  "You look stunning," he said.

   Rene gave a little curtsy move.  "Thank you, sir," she beamed.

   "We're planning to go ashore, wander about a bit, find a local pub and
indulge for a couple of hours," I said.  "No planned tour or anything."

   "That sounds great," Kevin said.  "I'll get changed and we'll meet you
at the gangway in about a half-hour?"

   "Tell you what," Rachel offered, "I'll be your hostage.  Rene, honey, do
you want to go with Kevin and keep him moving along?  I'll stay with
Allan."

   "Are you sure?" Rene asked.

   "Of course," Rachel answered.  "But, remember, there's not enough time
for any, well, you know, playing around.  I guess you could give him a BJ
out of his shower, but we'll be waiting for you at the gangway."

   "That sounds like a plan," I grinned at Rene.  "She can get him off in
about five minutes, which keeps it all clean."

   "You all make me sound like such a come slut," Rene protested.

   "Of course you are, darling," Rachel said.  "So am I.  I plan to swallow
Allan's load while we're waiting for you.  What did you think?"

   +++++

   We returned to the ship about thirty minutes prior to sailing.  All of
us were well lubricated from our libations at the Coral Bar.  Rene and
Rachel walked arm in arm, hips bumping into one another, giggling and
laughing from the taxi drop-off point to the base of the gangway.  Kevin
and I just watched and chuckled as the women broke off their side-by-side
formation to walk in tandem up the ramp.  Both of the flirted with the crew
member assigned to check us back in.  I mumbled and apology as we waited
for the elevator.

   Once the door closed, the giggling started again.

   "I haven't felt this tipsy since...uhm..." Rachel started.

   "Since last night?" Rene said.

   "We were good last night," Rachel commented.  "I mean, we were bad..."

   "Yeah," Rene added, "but we were good.  Weren't we good Kevin?"

   "Oh, yeah," Kevin nodded enthusiastically.

   Rene leaned toward Rachel.  "I think your husband," she whispered
hoarsely, "likes fucking me."

   "I think so, too," Rachel giggled.  "Did you like fucking him, too?"

   "Yes, I did," Rene said.  "It was very, very, very nice."

   "Just nice?" Rachel teased her.

   "Very nice," Rene corrected her.

   "And hot?" Rachel asked.

   "Very hot." Rene nodded affirmatively.  "Ooo!" she said.  "I better not
do that again.  I'll fall down."

   That elicited more giggles.

   The elevator doors swished open on our deck.

   "This us," I told Rene.

   "We're up one and down the hall a bit," Kevin said.

   "I know where you are," Rene giggled and patted the front of his
trousers.

   "Now quit that," I protested lightly.  "We'll see you guys at dinner?"

   "Yup," Rachel said.  "Wouldn't miss it."

   I led Rene back to our stateroom.  I closed the door behind us as she
spun around in front of the bed.  "Are you having fun?" I asked.

   "Oh, yes," she gushed.

   "Better than last time?"

   "Much better."

   "I'm glad," I told her.

   "Did Rachel suck you off before we left?" she asked me suddenly.

   I nodded.  "Yes, she did."

   She gave a sharp nod.  "I thought she might."

   "Did you do Kevin?"

   She laughed.  "Of course.  He came out all naked and clean from his
shower.  He was irresistible."

   I had to smile.  "They're really nice, aren't they?"

   "Rachel and Kevin?  Yeah.  I like them a lot."

   "And this is kind of like being on a honeymoon, isn't it?"

   "You know, it is!" Rene said.  "We just fuck whenever we want."

   "Like now?"

   "Yeah," she said, unbuttoning the three buttons that held her blouse on.
She shrugged out of it and pushed her shorts down her legs.  She stood in
front of me in just her bra and panties, freckles running riot across her
flesh.  She hooked her thumbs in her panties and unceremoniously pushed
them over her hips, then attacked the latches of her brassiere.  "You want
to fuck me now?" she asked in her little girl voice.

   "Of course I do," I grinned at her, stripping out of my own clothes in
less than fifteen seconds.  My hard popped out in front of me.

   Rene reached out a hand and rubbed it over the top of my rod.  "Is this
where she sucked you?"

   I nodded.  "Yeah," I said.

   Rene dropped to her knees and sucked my hardness between her lips.  I
groaned as her tongue dug at the flesh of my underside and stabbed at the
tender spot just below the crown.  She pulled back and looked into my eyes.

   "I wish I could have seen it," she said.  "I love seeing your cock get
sucked."

   "I wish I could have watched you do Kevin," I told her.  "I love seeing
a cock slide between your lips."

   "You would have been proud of me," she said.  "I fucked him with my
mouth and then sucked every drop of his come out of him."

   "Just thinking of your throat muscles working as you swallowed makes me
throb," I said.

   She stood up and back toward the desktop stretching across the
stateroom. "If you're going to throb, why don't you do it in here where it
will do some good," she teased me.  She leaned back and spread her legs.

   I approached her, holding my meat in my hand.  I slid it up and down the
length of her dripping slit, and eased myself into her hot, waiting hole.

   "Oh, fuck, yes!" she whispered.  "I love your cock inside me."

   "More than Kevin's?" I joked with her.

   "Right now," she said.  "Later, I'll love his cock inside me."

   "What about Stan?" I asked.

   "Stan's is lovely, too," she said.

   "I think you just love a cock in there," I chided her, "and it doesn't
matter who belongs to it."

   "You could be right," she grinned.  "Just like you."

   "Like me?"

   "You love pussy," she said.  "It doesn't matter whose pussy it is.  As
long as your cock is lodged in somebody's pussy, you're a happy man."

   "I'm very discriminating when it comes to pussy," I argued.  "Rachel's
is great.  Yours is fabulous.  Jennifer's is marvelous."

   "How about you shut up and fuck my fabulous pussy, then," she ordered.

   I took the hint and began to pound away at my wife's fabulous pussy.  I
pushed into her, pressing her against the desk.  I pulled out until just
the head remained inside.  I looked between us to see my rod glistening
with her juices.  Then I slammed back inside her, making her moan with the
sensation.

   "So, you're planning to fuck Kevin tonight?" I grunted.

   "Hmmm," she hummed.  "If that's okay."

   "Have to talk to Rachel," I said.  "She might want to stay with him
tonight."

   "Umm-ummm," she hummed the negative.  "She's..Ahhh!...She's going to
want to fuck you."

   "How can you be sure?  You talk?"

   "No." she panted.  "We women just know these things.  Rachel loves your
cock."

   "Or my tongue, my lips, my style, uh!"

   "All that," she grunted.  "Oh, yeah!  Oh, fuck!  Do it!  Fuck me!"

   "I'll fuck you, all right," I groaned.  "I'll send you to Kevin with a
cunt full of my spunk!"

   "Yeah, baby," Rene groaned.  "Pump your spunk inside me!  Make me come
when you spurt your hot come deep in me."

   "Here it comes, you red-headed fuck machine!  I'm coming now!" I called
out.

   "Fuck me, baby!  Oh, yeah!  Fuck me full of your come!"

   The burning in my thighs signaled the inevitability of my released.  I
pressed Rene back against the desk and held myself at my deepest
penetration, the hot streams of come pumping down the length of my
throbbing rod.

   "Awww, fuck, yes!" Rene cried.  "I'm your slut.  Fuck your slut!  I love
being your slut!"

   She squeezed her legs and love canal on me, milking every last drop of
my come out of me.

   I backed up and watched as a blob of the grey-white cream oozed out of
her hole and onto the desk.  "Oh, shit!" I groaned.  "No wonder Kevin likes
fucking you.  You are a marvel!"

   "You never knew that?" Rene chuckled, her breath coming in short gasps.

   "I knew," I said.  "But, we always do the tender love thing.  It's been
a while since we did the jungle fuck."

   "Fun, isn't it?"

   I laughed.  "It is fun," I agreed.

   +++++

   Dinner was excellent and great fun.  David and Darlene apparently had
other arrangements, so Kevin, Rachel, Rene and I had the table to
ourselves. Kevin splurged and ordered a bottle of wine for all of us.  We
laughed and joked about stumbling back aboard the ship, all of us well in
our cups.

   "They probably hated to see us coming," Rachel laughed.

   "Speaking of coming, did anyone else get their ashes hauled before
dinner," I asked.

   "Did you, you horny old bastard?" Rachel laughed.

   "Well, Rene managed to get off, too," I protested.

   "Rene always manages to get off," Kevin observed.

   "You're picking on me," Rene sulked.

   "Not at all," Kevin jumped to her defense.  "Merely commenting on your
highly aroused nature."

   "You two still haven't answered the question," I pressed Kevin and
Rachel.



   She looked at him lovingly and put her hand over his.  "As a matter of
fact," she said, "we did have some together time."

   "What does that mean?" Rene asked.

   "Should we tell them?" Rachel conspired with her husband.

   "Sure, what the hell," Kevin tossed out.

   "Come on," I encouraged her.  "Spill it."

   "We had a lovely session of mutual masturbation," Rachel said.

   "So you didn't actually fuck?" Rene stated.

   Rachel shook her head.  "I got off with a toy I brought while Kevin
whipped his cream for me.  He shot it all over my tits and belly."

   "Why didn't you just do the dirty?" I asked.

   Rachel leaned forward and whispered.  "I told Kevin I'm keeping myself
chaste for my new lover."

   Rene shot me a look loaded with daggers.  "Allan didn't give me a
chance," she snarled.  "He just backed me up against the desk and fucked
me."

   "Hey, wait a minute," I argued.  "You didn't tell me you were saving it
for Kevin."

   "Well, now you know," Rene said.  "From now on, for the rest of this
cruise, I'm saving myself for my boyfriend."

   "No kidding," Kevin said.

   "That's right," Rene told him.  "Nobody fucks me from now on unless it's
you."

   I looked at Rachel.  She grinned broadly at me and nodded.

   "Did you girls just decide this?" I asked.

   "Just this minute," Rachel said.  "Well, except for early this
afternoon."

   "What do you think, Kevin?" I asked my shipmate.

   He shrugged, and smiled in Rene's direction.  "Sounds like a plan. 
Should we swap staterooms?"

   "No," Rene said flatly.  "I want him to have to come to our stateroom to
dress, shower and shave, knowing that I've just fucked you and he's not
getting it from me.  It'll make him crazy."

   "Not me," I protested.  "I'm going to love this." I turned to Kevin. 
"You can have my wife for the rest of the cruise," I told him.  "Just keep
her coming."

   Kevin raised his wine glass and I responded.  "Likewise," he said.

   We left the dining room as two couples, Rene on Kevin's arm and Rachel
with me.  We went to the main theater and watched a rousing Caribbean song
and dance show, then adjourned to one of the many bars.  The one we chose
featured Karaoke that night.  It was, except for the crew members who
participated, amazingly awful.  We laughed and drank until it was nearly
midnight.

   "So," I said, as we strolled the outer deck toward the elevators, "do we
have a plan?"

   "I want to be where my stuff is," Rene offered.  "It just makes it
easier."

   "Right," Rachel agreed.  "It's easier for you guys to shift around than
for us."

   "And, tomorrow?" I tendered.

   "It's a fun day at sea," Rachel said.  "Let's plan on breakfast around
nine and then the pool area on the Lido deck.  We'll decide what else after
that."

   "You going to wear that sexy bikini?" I asked my wife.

   "I'd wear nothing if they'd let me," Rene answered.

   "The bikini will do," I told her.  "It is next to nothing."

   "So you want me to come with you?" Kevin asked Rene.

   "I certainly hope so," Rene quipped.

   "And you," Rachel said to me, "are going to make me come several times
before we come together."

   I grinned like an idiot.  "Will you show me your toy?"

   Rachel reddened.  "If you like," she said.  She leaned across me and
kissed her husband.  "You be good," she said.  "I plan to be."

   I followed suit and kissed Rene.  "Have fun," I told her.

   "I always do," she said, squeezing Kevin's arm.

   "Do you mind if we walk on deck for a little longer?" Rachel asked me.
"I love the smell and the feel of the breeze."

   "Sure," I answered.  "So I guess we'll let them go ahead and start
misbehaving."

   I shook Kevin's hand.  "Goodnight, my friend.  We'll see you in the
morning."

   "Right you are," he said, wrapping his arm around Rene's waist and
leading her to the interior of the ship.

   Rachel and I walked silently for a few minutes.  We climbed up to an
observation deck near the bow of the ship.  Rachel was all smiles, inhaling
the air and hugging my arm.

   "You have a hot bikini to wear tomorrow, too?" I asked her.

   She nodded.

   "So, the two of you, Rene and you, I mean, are planning to keep Kevin
and me hard for the whole day."

   "That's the plan," she said, quietly.

   "That's my definition of a fun day at sea," I chuckled.

   Rachel turned to face me, placed her arms around my neck and pulled me
into a moist, passionate kiss.  I knew she could feel my growing hardness
against her belly.

   "I was surprised at your decision to keep yourself for me."

   "Oh, that was just a spur of the moment thing," she said.  "Kevin got
off on the restriction, you know.  He could come on me, but not in me."

   It was my turn to nod.  "That is pretty hot," I agreed.

   "Let me ask you something," Rachel said.  "Were you surprised to find me
in your bed last night?"

   "Yeah, I was," I admitted.

   "We've never done anything like that before," she said.  "We were both
pretty surprised when Rene told us you were swingers.  She made it sound so
natural and easy to do.  I mean, Kevin goes off with her and I slip into
your bed.  We have sex together and, if we like it, we keep going.  If we
don't, we just don't do it again."

   "You must like it," I noted.

   "I felt so wicked and shameless," she said.  "It was terribly exciting."

   `And now?"

   "Now is still exciting and wicked.  But, I don't feel guilty at all. 
I'm just having fun."

   "And, you're not worried about Kevin?"

   "Kevin is a fucker," she said.  "What I mean is that he's quite
accomplished.  He always gets me off.  But, there's always this rawness
when we're together.  When you made love to me this morning, you know, the
second time?  There was a tenderness and gentleness that I don't usually
get."

   I laughed lightly.  "With Rene, it's just the opposite.  Remember I told
you guys we had sex this afternoon?  It's the first time we've had that raw
and primal sex in a long time."

   "It's the difference between making love and having sex.  I think what I
like about you is that you can do both.  Kevin can't do that."

   "You have to teach him, hon," I said.  "I didn't come by this ability
naturally.  I had to learn it."

   "Well, you learned it well," she said, tilting her head to rest it on my
shoulder.  I felt her shiver.

   "Are you cold, or is that just the excitement of the moment?" I joked
with her.

   "Yes, and yes.  Take me to my room and make love to me," she directed.

   +++++

   The aroma of her flesh was intoxicating.  I nuzzled her neck beneath her
dark hair and inhaled the scent of her.  I pulled back and looked into her
eyes.  They sparkled with anticipation and excitement.

   "I want to watch you undress," I whispered.

   "Do I have to dance?"

   "Whatever you choose," I said.

   "Sit there, then," she ordered me, indicating an easy chair in the
corner facing the bed.

   I sat, leaned forward and prepared to watch.

   She turned her back to me and asked, "Would you do the zip?"

   I reached up and grabbed the small tab, easing the zipper down her back.
I noticed that her entire back was bare, revealing the absence of bra.  I
exhaled in a low whistle.

   Rachel turned back to face me and, one arm at a time, slowly slid the
garment off her shoulders.  She held it to her frame with one arm across
her body just below her breasts.

   "This is different," she acknowledged.  "Last night I just came to you
naked."

   "You like the teasing, the anticipation?"

   "Yes," she said, simply.

   She released her hold on the dark dress and allowed it to fall away from
her frame.  Her lovely breasts came into view, nipples already erect with
stimulation.  She grabbed the material at her hips and hitched them,
pushing the garment down.  She wore a tiny black thong, no stockings, and
four inches of black high heels, a sexy strap wrapped around her ankles.

   I reached out for her, attempting to grasp her hips and pull her to me.
Even in the confined space of the stateroom she managed to take a step
backward and out of my reach.

   "Come here, Rachel," I ordered her softly.

   Her eyes glistened, and she shook her head slowly.  She stepped out of
the dress, lifting it to drape it over a chair at the desk.

   "I'm not finished," she whispered.

   "I'll finish it," I growled.  "Come here."

   She hesitated and stepped back into my range.  I placed my hands on her
hips, my fingers tracing the lines of the thong.  I pulled her forward and
placed my lips on her belly just above her navel.  I let my lips descend to
the soft indentation and pressed my tongue into the depression.  She
grasped my head, hands interlocking just above my neck.  I eased forward
onto one knee and let my lips continue their downward motion toward the top
of the tiny triangle of cloth still covering her treasure.  As my tongue
laved the soft skin above the thong and finally came in contact with the
silken material, I tugged the strings downward and peeled the tiny garment
down toward her knees.

   "Oh, God!  That is so fucking hot!" she whispered, her hands shifting to
the top of my head, exerting the smallest pressure toward her nectar-tinged
nether lips.  My tongue sought out the dewy residue of her essence with a
light lick, slowly gliding along the surface, collecting the moisture
without splitting or driving between those lips.  She shuddered.

   My next lick at her essence was more forceful.  Deliberately I pressed
up between those tender folds, seeking first the tang near her opening and
then the hardened protrusion of her clit.  Rachel whimpered as I pulled
that tiny knob between my lips and laved my tongue over and around it.

   I smiled, remembering how Jennifer had bragged on my abilities.  She
would be proud, I presumed, that my technique continued to elicit moans of
passion and spasms of delight with my newest partner.

   "Is that good?" I whispered to Rachel.

   "Oh, fuck, yes," she rasped back at me.  "Why did you stop?  I'm just
that far from coming." She held up her delicate index finger and thumb not
a quarter inch apart.

   "Because," I murmured, "I need to undress and want you on the bed.  Can
you hold that feeling long enough to turn back the covers?"

   She looked sadly at me.  "I doubt it," she said.

   "That's all right," I told her.  "I'm glad to start all over again."

   Rachel backed away from my chair.  "Go ahead," I encouraged her.  "Strip
the bed down.  I'll be ready in just a tick."

   I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, released by trousers, stepped out of my
shoes and dropped my briefs to my ankles.  My considerable erection bobbed
gently in front of me.

   When she finished pulling back the bedcovers, Rachel turned to face me.
The once-glistening eyes were now smoky with desire.  "What should I do?"
she asked.

   "Sit here on the edge," I instructed.  "Then you can lie back if you
want."

   "My shoes," she began.

   "Leave them.  The spikes are sexy."

   Rachel sat on the edge of the bed.  I took her hands in mine and helped
ease her onto her back.  Then I knelt by the edge of the bed, lifted her
legs over my shoulders and began to my tender assault of lips on tongue on
her womanhood.  Rachel placed her hands on top of my head, not so much to
force actions, but only to provide contact and guidance.

   She moaned and whimpered as I tongued, licked and sucked at her most
delicate parts.  I supped on her nectar, probed each cranny and crevice,
and alternately tickled and sucked on her throbbing clit.  As she drew
closer to one orgasm after another, her hips would heave and her hands pull
me into her.  As each crest passed, she would sigh with a silvery tingle
arising from the back of her throat.  I eased off my attentions to her,
allowing her a short recovery interval, permitting the heightened
sensitivity to dissipate before easing back into a full assault of the
folds, knobs, crevices and hollows presented me.

   I kept count.  Just for the hell of it, I wanted to know how many times
I'd made this dark-haired beauty scream and thunder across the crest of her
climax.  It was six.

   "Oh, please, sweet Jesus," she wailed as she passed number six, "put
your cock in me!  Oh, God!  I need to feel your cock!"

   I back up and grinned.  Needless to say, I was hard as steel.  I stepped
to the edge of the bed, put her stiletto-clad heels on my shoulders and
eased forward until my cock touched her soaking snatch.  Rachel grabbed my
meat and pulled it into position.  My hips eased forward, too slow for her
liking, apparently.  She grabbed my hips and yanked me forward until my
meat was buried deep inside her.

   "Oh, fuck, yes!" she wailed.  "That's it!  That's what I need!  Oh,
Fuck! Do me!  Fuck me, Allan.  Oh, God, just fuck me!"

   +++++

   One deck below and halfway up the ship, my wife was also on the bed. 
She was, however, kneeling, with her elbows planted into the mattress and
Kevin's hard meat driving into her from behind.  He was living up to
Rachel's assessment and, without hesitation or embellishments, pounding
Rene for all he was worth.  She had her fist in her teeth, trying to
suppress the variety of moans and whimpers of the sequence of incessant
orgasms that seemed to constantly course through her frame.  She was nearly
delirious in her ecstasy, her mind a blur that centered on the channel of
contact between them.  She grasped blindly at the bedclothes that
surrounded her as another scathing climax swept through her.  Suddenly he
tensed, roughly hurling himself into her deepest recesses.  Rene felt the
expansion of his tool inside her.  She clamped on him as the hot spurts of
his essence burst into her.  She heard him growl like a feral animal and
pushed herself back on him, allowing him access to her innermost self.

   Kevin fell across her back, panting and gasping with his exertion.  He
wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled at the smooth skin of her belly.
Rene felt his cock twitch and quiver, matching her own involuntary
contractions as her body recovered from the intrusion and explosion of his
hot man juice.

   "Not yet," she whispered hoarsely, as he began to stand and withdraw.

   "You like me in there, huh?" he gasped.

   She hummed her agreement.

   "So, it was good?"

   "Oh, yeah," she replied enthusiastically.  "God!  I haven't been fucked
like that in a long time."

   "Hmph," Kevin snorted.  "Allan doesn't give it to you like that, huh?"

   "Not usually," she told him.  "He's a lover.  He's tender and gentle,
and I love him for that.  But, every once in a while, a girl just likes to
get fucked!"

   Kevin smiled.  "You can count on me."

   +++++

   The four of us met for breakfast.

   "It's not that I'm counting or anything," I started.  Rene interrupted
me.

   "Four," she stated.

   "Four?" I observed, turning to look at Rachel.

   "You owe me one," the brunette said, her sharp, white teeth splitting a
piece of bright orange cantaloupe.

   Rene giggled.  "So we are keeping score," she noted.

   Rachel waved her empty fork in the air.  "No, no, no," she said
dismissively.

   Kevin joined in.  "Yes, you are," he grinned.

   "Not if you consider quality," Rachel said.

   "Uh, excuse me," I interrupted.  "Do you think it would be possible to
talk about something other than sex?"

   "What the fuck for?" Rene murmured so the neighboring diners wouldn't
hear.  "I think it is the central subject for all of us."

   "Because," I told my wife, "it's boring.  Kevin fucked Rene four times.
Rachel and I had sex three times last night.  I mean, damn!  The next thing
we'll be counting orgasms."

   "I had at least eight," Rene countered.

   "I lost count," Rachel responded, "but there were a lot of them."

   Kevin was grinning at me like a moron in a balloon bin.  "Got my wife
off, did you?"

   "Oh, shit," I said into my waffle.  "I sure hope so.  Otherwise, it was
a night of wasted effort."

   Rachel looked at me.  "You didn't notice?"

   I sighed.  "Of course I did.  A gentleman never tells, though."

   "Well, I'm no gentleman," Rene said, pausing to take a sip from her cup
of coffee.  "I'm telling you, I came eight times while Kevin was fucking
me."

   "Can we move on, now?" I asked.

   "I like having sex with you," Rachel stated matter-of-factly.  "Why
shouldn't we talk about it?"

   "That's right," Rene agreed.  "And I like getting fucked by Kevin.  Does
that bother you, Allan?"

   I shook my head.  "It does not bother me," I said, feeling a twinge of
anger brewing.  "I'm glad we're all having fun screwing one another.  I
just think that we could talk about something else.  I mean, just to give
this whole thing a tinge of reality."

   There was an uncomfortable few moments of silence.  Finally Rene broke
into it.

   "I wonder what you're going to do when you get back to Richmond," she
directed to Rachel.

   The brunette considered for a moment.  "I really hadn't considered
that," she said.  She toyed with the rind of a pineapple on her plate,
pushing it this way and that on her plate with her fork.  She chucked her
head to the side in a motion of dismissal.  "Back to life as normal, I
guess," she said, scrupulously avoiding Kevin's eyes.

   "What did you have in mind?" I asked Rene.

   "Oh, nothing," she said.  "Just wondering."

   "What are you going to do when you get home?" Kevin asked Rene.

   She grinned at him.  "We have some good friends," she told him.  She
looked at me.  "Stan and Jennifer."

   I nodded.

   "Although," Rene said slowly, "I wouldn't be opposed to an occasional
road trip to Richmond, and vice versa."

   Kevin chuckled.  "How far is it?"

   "About six hours, I'd guess," I said, trying my best to just roll with
the flow.

   "Or, you could just put her on a plane and send her to me," Kevin
grinned at me.

   "Could do," I acknowledged, "as long as you're willing to do the same."

   "We've done that," Rene noted.

   "Well, a stroll next door doesn't really compare with a flight to
Richmond," I noted.  "That would be something a little more long-term than
just a weekend."

   "We could do it for, I don't know, like a week?" Rene offered.

   Rachel looked at me.  "Is this what I think it is?"

   "I don't know," I smiled at her.  "What do you think it is?"

   "It sounds to me like I'd go live with you for a week while Rene stayed
with Kevin," she said.

   "Is that what we're talking about, Rene?" I asked my wife.

   "Yeah," she said.  "Just looking at the possibilities."

   "And you've done it before?" Rachel asked Rene.

   "Just for a weekend.  Well, two weekends, actually.  I stayed with Stan
one weekend.  He came to live with me for the second."

   "No kidding," Kevin said.  "How did that work out?"

   Rene laughed.  "It was kind of like a honeymoon," she said.  "Wasn't
it?" she asked me.

   "Kind of," I agreed.

   "And when it's over, you just go home?" Rachel wanted to know.

   "Pretty much," I said.

   "You want to do that, Rach?" Kevin asked her.

   She shrugged.  "Do we have to decide right now?"

   "No, darling," I said.  "We've got four more days of cruising and two
ports of call.  Besides, we can exchange email addresses and keep in touch
after the cruise, if you like.  No need to make a decision on that right
now."

   "Although," Rene said, grinning, "I've never had my ass pounded in
Richmond.  I might like that."

   "Of more immediacy," I ventured, "is the question of what we're going to
do today."

   Rachel dropped her fork and leaned back in her chair.  Gathering her
dark tresses in her hands she formed them into a ponytail, then released
them.  "Well, I plan to get as naked as they'll let me," she stated, "then
come out to sit in the sun and tease the men."

   Kevin's jaw dropped.  "Really," he said.  "What happened to the shy
little girl I married?"

   She smiled at him sardonically.  "You gave her away in trade for your
own lustful desires of the redhead, over there," she sniped at him. 
"Realizing I'm once again desirable, I plan to exploit my newfound
sexuality to the fullest.  Why?  You got a gripe?"

   Kevin put his hands up in a paltry sign of surrender.  "Not at all," he
laughed.  "I love the new and improved Rachel."

   "She's become a real temptress, hasn't she," I joked with him.

   Rachel looked at my wife.  "You want to join me?"

   "Which part?  Getting half-naked or teasing the denizens?"

   "The teasing part I like," Rene said.

   "She does have a bikini," I grinned.

   "Come with me," Rachel ordered her, pushing back from the table.  "You
boys stay here, or, better yet, go to Allan's cabin.  You both could use a
shower."

   "Yes, ma'am," I saluted.

   Kevin and I watched as they sauntered off down the deck.  I grinned at
Kevin.  "I think we've created a couple of monsters," I told him.

   "I was serious," Kevin confided.  "I like the new Rachel.  You've
probably noticed she's got a hell of a body on her.  But, she's always been
sort of reserved and modest."

   "Getting laid seems to cure a lot of ills," I observed.

   Kevin nodded.  "I'm glad she's coming out of her shell.  You don't seem
to have that problem with Rene, though."

   "I did," I admitted.  "Until we got started a couple of months ago, she
was the same way.  I think the difference is that we've been at this a
little longer than you two."

   Kevin was quiet for a few moments.  "You know, we hadn't planned on any
of this," he said finally.  "We were going on a cruise.  That was it."

   "And now, Rene has you twisted around her little finger," I chuckled.

   He shrugged.  "She's a dynamo.  I'm sure you know that."

   "I do.  I'm glad the two of you have hooked up so well."

   "Yeah, well, Rachel looks absolutely radiant.  Whatever you're doing,
she's having a ball," he said.

   I grinned at him.  "Probably not too much different from what you do. 
Sometimes, it's just the idea of having somebody else around who thinks
she's terrific."

   "Rene said anything to you about us?" Kevin asked.

   "Not much," I admitted.  "She did mention she likes your determination
and enthusiasm."

   Kevin grunted.  "I guess that's something," he said.

   "I'd say.  What do you think those two are up to?"

   "Oh, well, I took Rachel shopping last month.  She was going to do the
one-piece bathing suit, you know.  I picked out three or four really hot
bikinis for her.  She said she'd feel naked in them.  My guess is they'll
put Rene in one of them."

   "Huh," I mumbled.  "Suppose they'll both be smokin' hot."

   "I guarantee it," he said, pushing back from the table.  "You want first
dibs on the shower?"

   "Nah," I told him.  "You go ahead.  Take one of the robes from the
closet.  I'll get my bathing suit on while you go back to your stateroom to
get yours, then meet you at the pool."

   +++++

   The women were absolutely stunning.  Rachel wore three tiny patches of
silver lame with strings that barely covered her essential elements.  The
thin material demonstrated for all her state of arousal, her nipples
clearly visible when distended.  She had arranged my wife in a
flesh-colored garment of similar dimensions.  Only her freckles delineated
where the bikini ended and her flesh began.  She looked to me like she was
naked, airbrushed to hide the good bits.  Both carried multi-colored wraps
that appeared to be nothing more than tie-dyed gauze.  These they wrapped
around their waists as the maneuvered around the deck, visiting the
restrooms and strolling amongst the loungers set about the pool.  These
wraps did nothing to contain or screen their uppermost assets from all who
appraised them during their travels.  The wraps came off and the women
luxuriated in the warm sun and unabashed stares and worship from the score
of men in the area.

   Kevin and I flanked the women, he sitting to the outside of Rene, while
I lounged beside the voluptuous Rachel.  She wore her hair in a pony-tail
and sported a set of huge sunglasses.  Her skin glowed with health and
shone with the application of a coconut oil based sunscreen she had
applied, engendering many an erection in the process, I was certain.

   She turned her head toward me and smiled; her pink-glossed lips barely
moving.  "I feel positively decadent," she whispered.

   "You've achieved your goal," I remarked.  "You virtually naked, and have
every cock in the neighborhood standing at attention."

   She lifted the glasses to look at me.  "Including yours?" she asked.

   "It's taking every scrap of self-control," I murmured back.

   She lowered her glasses back over her eyes and relaxed her head on the
lounger.  "How about your wife?" she asked.

   I shook my head.  "She brought a bikini, but nothing as revealing as
that one.  I just wonder how comfortable she feels like that," I posed.

   "She protested a bit during the dressing process.  Eventually, though, I
convinced her that she was stunning.  Don't you think she's stunning?"

   I glanced across the glorious body next to me to survey my wife.  "She
is," I agreed.  "The red hair ponytail through the ball cap is a definite
turn on."

   "That was her idea," Rachel noted.  "She said she was afraid she'd burn
without a cap.  But, she is a sexy bitch."

   "Thank you for helping her out with the bikini," I said.

   Rachel chuckled.  "Its fun doing this together," she admitted.

   "Are Kevin and I going to have to defend your honor?" I asked her.

   "I certainly hope not," she giggled.

   "Well, I can guarantee that if either or both of you get into that pool,
you're going to be surrounded by anxious young men eager to cop a feel, or
something more."

   "Oh, my!" she said.  "You make it sound exciting."

   "Hmph," I grunted.

   "Oh, come on," she chided me.  "Surely you wouldn't be upset if she
pulled aside her bottoms and slid onto a hot, hard cock, would you?"

   "You wouldn't," I challenged her.

   "I don't know," she said wistfully.  "It sounds deliciously decadent and
hedonistic." She turned and said something to Rene soto voce.  I couldn't
make out her words, or Rene's response.  Rachel turned her head back to me.

   "Well?" I asked.

   "She said the thought was making her cream," Rene grinned.

   "It'll probably get you both thrown off the boat," I commented.

   "Still, it might be worth it just to see if we could get away with it."

   "Well, hell," I protested somewhat gruffly.  "Why don't we just install
the two of you in the cabin and set up a line of suitors to fulfill your
self-indulgent desires."

   "Oh, my!" she exclaimed quietly.  "A double gang-bang?  How much fun
would that be!"

   "Oh, please!" I scoffed.

   "No, picture it," she ordered.  "Rene and I, side by side on the bed,
each with our legs spread and elevated, with young studs plunging their hot
meat into us!  Oh, my!  Now that's making me all creamy."

   My restraint collapsed and my member began to throb and grow in my
trunks.

   "Dammit, Rachel," I moaned.  "Now you've made me join the legions of the
erect!"

   She grinned at me and twisted her head toward Rene.  They spoke for
several minutes.  Eventually Rachel turned and faced straight upward from
her prone position.

   "What?" I demanded.

   Rachel turned and raised her glasses.  Her eyes sparkled.  "She said,
`Let's see how we feel after lunch.'"





   I leaned forward from my lounger and addressed both of them.  "You're
not seriously considering that," I stated.  All I got back was a pair of
wicked grins.

   Kevin popped up from his reclining position.  "What?" he asked.

   I stood up.  "Come with me to the rail," I directed, crooking a finger
toward him.  Once we'd traversed the twenty feet or so, I looked at my
wife's lover.

   "They are actually entertaining the idea of setting themselves up for a
double gang-bang," I said.  "They're thinking they can entice some of these
guys to come to the cabin for a side-by-side fuckfest."

   "You're joking," Kevin said.

   "I am not.  Rachel's got it in her head that it would be fun to have a
line of hot young lovers waiting to plow their furrows."

   "My Rachel?" Kevin asked with surprise in his voice.

   "Your Rachel," I assured him.  "And my Rene, who I always thought of as
level-headed, seems to think they should consider the possibilities after
lunch!  After lunch, for Chrissakes!  Like it was a normal consideration.
Should we play volleyball or go to a show?  Or, maybe we'll do a double
gang-bang!"

   "I take it you're opposed."

   "Hell, yes, I'm opposed.  Aren't you?"

   Kevin shrugged.  "Could be hot."

   "You're kidding," I said.

   "Hey, you're the one who put us on this path," he said.  "All that high
sounding talk about sex being sex and love is love.  As long as all the
bits are intact and ya-dah, ya-dah, ya-dah.  So, they want to have some
fun. Why not?"

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I said.  "You'll remember I'm the one who went to be
early the first night.  Your wife came naked to my bed.  I didn't start
this."

   "No, you're right.  I'm sorry.  Rene started it."

   "Well, Rachel started this," I remarked.  "And you think it's a good
idea."

   "Oh, hell, Allan.  Look at them.  They're fucking fantastic, both of
them.  Let them have their fun.  They'll be ours again tonight."

   "Well, what the hell are we going to do while they're banging their way
through the passenger list?"

   "We'll have to be there, Allan.  We've got to protect them; make sure
things don't get out of control."

   "You're shitting me," I said.  "We're going to watch while our women
bang the male population of this floating city?"

   "Oh, come on," Kevin said.  "Even if they agree to it, I doubt there'll
be more that four or five guys that take them up on it.  Shit, they've got
wives and girlfriends along, too.  Most of them won't be able to get
loose."

   "I don't believe what I'm hearing," I said, feeling pretty much
frustrated.

   "We've got time.  Like Rene said they're not going to decide `til after
lunch.  Maybe they'll decide not to do it."

   "Yeah, right.  They're going to keep drinking and unraveling any
semblance of rationality they've got left.  If you let them, believe me,
they're going to do it."

   "I'm good with that," Kevin said.  "You should be, too.  It's just
having a little fun."

   I looked over the rail at the sea swirling along the side of the ship
and resigned myself to the inevitable.  Kevin was right.  I was the one who
was the proponent of sex as fun.  To try to deny the women this experience
would be hypocritical and self-absorbed.

   "All right," I said finally.  "Let's see what happens after lunch."

   The women had glasses of some sort of orange concoction by the time we
returned.  Rachel's pink lips looked absolutely delicious as she wrapped
them around the straw.

   "Well?" she asked as I resumed my seat.

   "What?"

   "Are you going to let us?"

   I shook my head slowly.  "I don't see how I can stop you, if this is
what you really want."

   "Just say no," she said.

   "That would not be fair or in character," I admitted.  "It really is up
to you.  If this is something the two of you really want, Kevin and I will
not refuse you."

   "Good," she said, sipping her drink again.  "We even figured out how
we're going to do it."

   "I can't wait to hear this," I said disdainfully.

   "You helped," she grinned at me.  "You said they'd be rubbing against us
and playing grab-ass if we went in the pool.  So, we'll just tell them
where to be and when."

   "And what for?" I asked her.

   "What for?"

   "Yes, darling," I said.  "If somebody thinks he's getting a solo piece
of ass he might be pissed to find out it's a group grope.  You better tell
them it's a gang-bang."

   "Like, `If you'd like some more of that just come to cabin
twenty-seven-fourteen at three o'clock.  My friend and I will be
entertaining all our new friends.' Something like that?"

   I nodded shortly.  "That ought to do it.  I'd be there, I can promise
you."

   "Just thinking about all those strange cocks gives me the shivers," she
said.  She lifted her elbow to show me her arm.  "Look at the goosebumps!"

   "I'm happy for you," I said, somewhat drearily.

   "Oh, don't be so sad, baby," she said.  "Tonight after dinner and
whatever, we'll go back to the cabin and we can fuck all night long, if you
like."

   "Are you sure you're still going to want me?" I sulked.

   "Of course I will, darling," she said soothingly.  "Nobody makes love to
me the way you do.  I'm becoming quite fond of that."

   Two drinks later, the women announced it was time for a meal.  They
wrapped their lower parts with the diaphanous covers and we walked toward
the serving line.  Rene led, followed by Kevin, then Rachel.  I was last.





   "Kevin thinks your idea is hot," I told Rachel.

   "Really?" she said.  She tapped him on the shoulder.  He turned his head
to listen.

   "You're not worried about me getting fucked from several strangers later
on?" she asked.

   "Nope," he said simply.  "I'm looking forward to watching you."

   Rachel looked back at me.  "You're planning to be there?"

   "Somebody's got to make sure things don't get out of hand," I said.

   "Isn't that sweet?" Rachel said.  "Did you hear that, Rene?"

   My wife shook her head, the red pony-tail thrashing across her naked
shoulders.

   "Our men are planning to be present during our festivities," she said,
"to make sure we're safe.  They're going to protect us."

   "Probably not a bad idea," Rene answered.

   "So we are going to do this?" Rachel asked her.

   Rene shrugged.  "I don't hear any objections."

   Kevin and Rachel looked at me.  My guts were tight.  This was one of
those unexpected consequences I hadn't anticipated.  I looked back as my
shipmates and shook my head.  "No objections here."

   "Oh, good," Rachel sighed.  "You know, I think the most fun will be the
recruiting."

   +++++

   The final count was eight.  All of them appeared to be just about
college age.  Come to find out, they were members of the water-polo team.
They were very comfortable in the water and delighted when Rene and Rachel
joined them in the pool.  As planned, the anxious young men tried to sneak
a feel or rub against the girls.  Both of them had wide grins on their
faces.

   "Listen," I heard Rachel tell one of them, "if you'd like some of this,
we're having a little party in our cabin." She gave the number and the
time. "Just remember, you won't be alone," she reminded him.  "You may even
have to wait your turn."

   "Of course we'll both be there," I heard Rene giggle.  "Why?  Don't you
think I can make you happy?"

   At two-forty five, we gathered our things, including the fifth and sixth
drinks of the day and headed toward Kevin and Rachel's cabin.  "It's a
little larger than yours," she smiled at me.  "You don't mind, do you?"

   I shook my head.

   It was decided Kevin would man the door and I would be inside.  His
orders were to let two at a time into the cabin.  When they left, two more
would be allowed in.

   My orders were simple.  No meant no.  Any argument would meet with
immediate ejection.  I didn't really anticipate any problem.

   At three o'clock, eight young men were lined up in the corridor outside
the cabin.  A soft knock on the door from Kevin signaled that the order of
attendance had been sorted out and that the first two were ready.  Rachel
and Rene looked at each other and smiled.  They stood side-by-side next to
the bed, still clothed in their bikinis.

   I cocked an eye to them.  "Ready?"

   "Oh, hell yes," Rachel said.  "Bring `em on."

   The first two young men were permitted to enter.

   "You guys have a special privilege," Rachel told them.  "As you can see,
we're wearing what we had on at the pool.  You get to take them off us."

   The boys, for they really were little more than that, approached our
wives.  I watched as the first kid headed toward Rachel.  The second stood
in front of my wife.

   "Here it is," she said, softly.

   The young man reached behind my wife and untied the strings to her
flesh-colored bikini top.  He tugged it upward until the neck strings
popped over her head.  She stood topless in front of him and smiled.

   "Like what you see?" she whispered.

   "Yes, ma'am," he answered, causing me to smile.

   The youngster tucked his thumbs into the strings of my wife's bikini
bottoms.  In the meantime, she took his head in her hands and directed his
lips to her erect and throbbing nipples.  Hell, even I started to get hard
watching him tug the garment down while she suckled at Rene's tender
morsels.

   I was astounded to look past Rene and see Rachel on one knee with her
boy's trunks crumpled in a pile around his ankles.  Rachel had his stiffy
in her mouth, and was working on it while he fumbled with the ties on her
swimsuit.  He groaned as Rachel tongued a particularly tender spot on his
rod.  She looked up at him and released his cock.

   "You want to come in my mouth or fuck me?" she asked.

   "I like that," he growled, "but I really want to fuck you."

   Rachel promptly stood up and tugged off her own bikini bottoms.  She
backed up to the bed, lay on it and spread her knees.  "Come on, then," she
said.  "Get that thing inside me."

   Rene twisted a bit to see her friend already prostrate.  "Hurry up with
those trunks," she said, and backed toward the bed.  She sat down and slid
backwards until she was even with Rachel.

   "You are ready for me, aren't you?" she asked her young man.

   "Yeah," he said, pulling off his trunks and stepping toward the bed.  I
watched with fascination as Rene put her hands on his bare shoulders while
he sluiced his cock through her wet gash.  The head of his meat found the
opening he sought and he pushed his hips forward.  From my vantage point I
could only see her thigh.  Her face told the story as the boy sank his dick
into my waiting and ready wife.

   "Oh, fuck," she whispered as he bottomed out within her.  He grabbed
handfuls of her breasts and slid evenly back out of my redhead.  His
thrusts were slow and deliberate.

   "God, you're so hot," he told Rene, sinking into her depths one more
time.

   Rachel's young man was more energetic than Rene's.  I could hear him
grunt with his rapid thrusts into the brunette.  She was, apparently,
giving as well as she got.  A steady stream of encouragement and
obscenities flowed from her lips.

   "Oh, yeah, stud," she urged.  "Give it to me.  Give me all your hot,
hard cock.  That's it.  Fuck me good and hard.  God, your cock feels so
good in there.  You want to make me come, don't you?"

   "You bet," he growled at her.  "Jeez, you're a fine piece of ass.  So
hot and tight."

   I shook my head slowly and smiled.  This was just what these women
wanted; young and strong men who wanted nothing from them but a quick fuck.
It was pure physical gratification with no expectation of emotional
involvement.

   "Oh, fuck, yessss!" I heard Rene hiss.  "You need to fuck me harder,
faster."

   "You got it," her man answered and I could hear the slapping of their
flesh pounding into each other.

   "Yeah, that's it," Rene said, her voice almost a cry.  "Fuck me good,
baby.  Make me come on your hard cock."

   "You gonna come inside me?" Rachel's voice rose over Rene's.  "You gonna
shoot your hot spunk in my pussy?"

   "Mmm-hmmm," Rachel's boy answered in assent.

   "Oh, God!" Rachel wailed.  "You're making me come.  I'm coming on your
cock, baby.  You fuck me so good!"

   The boy on Rachel began to grunt rhythmically.  I could see the back of
his thighs tighten up as he pushed himself as deep inside her as he could.

   "Oh, fuck!" he roared.





   "Yeah, baby!" Rachel called to him.  "Come on!  You can come inside me.
My cunt wants your hot juice.  Come for me!"

   "Oh, goddam!" he bellowed as he unloaded his pent-up essence into
Kevin's wife.

   I'd got the better deal, I thought to myself.  Kevin had to keep the
boys in line behind the closed door while I got to watch his wife and mine
get plowed by these young studs.

   "I'm coming on you," Rene wailed to her lover.  "Oh, God!  Come in me.
Please!  Come in me now!"

   The boy grinned evilly at her and pounded his meat into her with energy
and enthusiasm.  "Not yet," he snarled.  "You got to have one more."

   "Oh, God!" Rene wailed.  "Fuck me, baby!  Yes!  Fuck me and make me
come!"

   It was pure delight for me to hear my wife this way.  Our lovemaking had
always been somewhat subdued compared to this.  I really like hearing her
in the throes of passion.

   Rachel's boy had collapsed on her.  He nuzzled at her breast and make
meager attempts to keep his cock plowing into her.

   "What's your name?" she asked him between gasping breaths.

   "Chad," he said.

   "Well, Chad, you're bad," she told him.  "You made me come in front of
my lover.  You're a bad boy."

   The youngster looked over his shoulder at me.  "Shit, man," he said,
pulling quickly away from Rachel.  "I didn't even know you were here."

   "It's okay," I chuckled.

   "You ain't pissed I fucked your woman?" he asked.

   "Not any more than I'm pissed your buddy is fucking my wife," I told
him.

   "No shit?" he said, looking to recover his trunks from the floor. 
"She's your wife?" He waved a hand toward Rene.

   I nodded.  "Looks like she's having fun, huh?"

   "But," Chad looked puzzled, "she said you were her lover."

   "That's right," I grinned at him.  "The guy at the door is her husband."

   "No shit," he said.  "You guys are awesome!" He pulled his trunks up his
body.

   "You want to wait for your friend?" I asked him.

   "That's Ray," he said.  "We call him Ray Ray."

   "No!" Rachel interjected.  "Send in the next one.  I need cock."

   Chad grinned at me.  "She's a hottie.  I'll send in the next guy." He
actually reach behind Ray Ray to shake my hand.  "We'll see you around."

   "Yeah, Chad.  Maybe next time you'll get to fuck my wife."

   "That'd be awesome," Chad said, stepping toward the door.  He twisted
the handle.

   Kevin looked in at me and saw Ray Ray's ass rising and falling as he
continued to pound into Rene.  He turned to Chad.  "Done already?" he
asked.

   "Yeah," he said.  "Is that really your wife?"

   Kevin nodded.

   "She is fine," he said, stepping through the door.

   "Send one in," Rachel pleaded.

   Kevin grinned and let the next boy through the portal.

   "Name?" I asked.

   The boys eyes got large as he saw Rachel's spread thighs and waiting
pussy.  "Uh, Petey," he said.

   "Well, Petey," I said, "we've got two cunts.  No waiting."

   He dropped his trunks and I saw a sizeable snake of a cock hanging half
hard down his leg.

   "Holy shit," he whispered.

   "Bring it," Rachel urged him.

   Rene, meanwhile, was groaning and cussing.  "Don't fuck with me, boy,"
she said.  "You better come with me this time."

   "Don't worry, Red," he said.  "You come and I'll be right there with
you."

   "Let's do it, then," Rene hissed.  "Fuck me just like that.  I'm there!"

   While I listened to Rene, I watched Rachel reach for the large member
Petey was sporting.  Her hand cradled it and pulled it to her leaking hole.

   "That's a good one," she whispered.

   "Oh, fuck!  Yeah!" Rene hollered.  "Come in me, baby.  Squirt your come
inside me!"

   Rachel eased the head of the huge cock to her opening and pulled it
toward her.  "Come fuck me, big boy," she hissed at him.

   I went into sensory overload.  There was no way I was going to be able
to watch and listen to both these hot women work their way through this
crowd of kids.  I got the idea that Kevin and I should switch off
positions. After all, his wife was getting plowed and pleasured the same as
mine.  He deserved to see and hear it, too.

   "Here it comes!" Ray Ray hollered.

   This, I couldn't miss.  It was Rene's first experience with a strange
cock, well aside from Stan and Kevin.  But, this kid was a virtual
stranger, plowing his meat into my wife and depositing his load inside her.

   "Yes, baby!" Rene urged him.  "Yeah!  Fuck it deep inside me.  Come deep
inside.  God!  Your hot come feels so good!

   Ray Ray tensed up and blew his wad, backing off to thrust into Rene
three more times.

   "Oh, God, Red!" he grunted.  "You're so fucking hot!"

   I took a deep breath to calm my pounding heart.  Rene was, indeed,
fucking hot.  This boy had only the slightest clue of how hot she was.

   Rene looked at me and smiled broadly.  "Good sex!" she said.

   "Fuckin' A!" Ray Ray agreed.  He eased off Rene and looked over at Petey
and Rachel.  "She ain't never going to take all that cock," he said.

   "I wouldn't bet on it," I told him.  "You check with Petey later and see
what he says."

   Ray Ray picked up his trunks and stepped into them.  "Damn, Red," he
said.  "You sure are a hot one.  I hope we get to do this again."

   "You'll have to ask the guy at the door," I told him.  "He's her fuck
buddy for this cruise."

   "I just might do that," he said, heading for the door.

   I picked my ass out of the chair and followed him.

   Kevin's head appeared after Ray Ray cleared the doorway.  "What's up?"

   "We've got to switch," I said.  "This is too incredible.  I'm going to
bust an artery watching this and hearing our wives moan, beg and scream. 
Your turn."

   So we switched.  Kevin walked into the room followed by the next boy. 
Numbers four through eight were lined up, back to the wall.  When somebody
left the room I shuffled the next boy in. +++++

   Kevin stood in the doorway after the last boy left.

   "Everything all right?" I asked.

   He grinned and waved me inside.  Rachel lay to the left and Rene on the
right.  Rachel's knees were raised, her feet planted on the bed.  Rene had
let her legs drop off the side of the bed, but her legs were spread.

   Rachel peered down at me, her eyes smoky and half closed.  "You next?"
she murmured.

   "Go ahead," Kevin told me.  "After what I've just watched, I'd get off
watching you fuck my wife."

   I eased toward the brunette on the bed, sliding my trunks off as I
advanced.  My cock touched her soaking quim and slid easily inside her. 
She felt loose, warm and juicy.

   "Oh, shit," I mumbled.

   To my right, Kevin had put Rene's legs over his shoulders.  He grinned
as his meat glided into my wife.  She moaned softly.

   "You all right, Rene?" I asked.

   "Oh, yeah," she murmured.

   "She's been in a continuous orgasm for the last two guys," Kevin
offered. "I'm not even sure she knows where she is."

   Rachel reached across and ran her fingers over Rene's right breast. 
"She knows," Rachel said.  "She knows she's full of come and has another
cock insider her.  Don't you, baby?"

   "Um-hmm," Rene hummed.  "Come on and fuck me, baby," she mumbled.  "God,
it feels good to fuck."

   I hugged Rachel's legs as my hips pistoned into her.  She looked at me
through wary eyes.  "Are you going to hate me?" she asked.

   I grinned at her.  "Never.  I'll love you forever."

   "It was so good.  It is so good.  My God!  That one kid's cock was so
huge," she said.

   "You loved it, though, didn't you?" I asked her.

   "Ummm," she hummed.  Suddenly her eyes sprang open.  "Wait!" she yelled.
"You're not my husband!"

   I looked at Kevin.  "What the hell?"

   He continued to pump into my wife while looking at me and then Rachel.

   "I'm right here," he said.

   Rachel looked toward him.  "Oh, that's okay," she said.

   "Are you drunk?" I asked her.

   "You said you'd love me," Rachel said, ignoring my question.

   "Of course," I grinned.  "I love Rene for being Rene and I love Rachel
for being Rachel."





   Rene twisted her head to look at Rachel.  o She nodded briefly.  "Just
fuck him, baby.  We'll sort out all the rest later."

   +++++

   Kevin and I got the women showered and into the bed in our smaller
cabin, agreeing to let them sleep until dinner.  We cleaned ourselves up
and went to the main lounge for a drink.

   "Whooo!" he sighed heavily as we settled at a small table.

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "I hope they don't want to make that a regular event.
I'm not sure my psyche could stand it."

   "Still," he grinned, "you got to admit it was hot."

   We silently sipped our drinks.  "So, you liked seeing Rachel take on
those guys one after another?"

   He nodded.  "Rene, too," he said.  "And I realized something.  I'd never
seen you and Rachel together before.  That was awesome, too.  And I wasn't
at all self-conscious about screwing Rene with you right there.  I thought
I would be, but I wasn't."

   I chuckled.  "Balance," I said.  "It wouldn't make sense for you to be
uptight about screwing my wife at the same time I was screwing yours."

   "And I didn't even mind you telling Rachel you loved her.  Screwy, huh?"

   "I would hope you feel the same way about Rene."

   "Well, I'm not sure I love her," he said.  "I like her a lot."

   "That's fine.  It's a thin line.  When I say love there's a whole lot of
emotion involved.  There's respect, desire for approval, wanting the best
for her, caring that she's happy and fulfilled," I explained.  "There's no
possessiveness in that; just concern and caring."

   Kevin nodded.  "Okay.  Yeah, I can go with that.  So, what happens now?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You want your wife back tonight?"

   "Why?  You want yours back tonight?"

   Kevin shrugged.

   "Why don't we let the girls decide what they want?" I proposed.

   +++++

   I lay in the bed next to Rachel.  She lay quietly, her hand tracing
small patterns across my chest and belly.  We had not had sex since the
gang-bang.  She sighed softly.

   "I love laying her next to you, just being together," she said softly.

   I chuckled.  "I was wondering if you're ever going to let me go back to
my wife."

   "I might, someday.  But, I like having you here like this."

   "Do you think, I mean, in the grand scheme of things, that if you and
Kevin had just stayed together on this cruise that you would have had your
adventure this afternoon?"

   "No way," she said.  "Kevin is following your lead, you know.  If you
think something is okay, he's going to go along with it."

   "Following the lead of the village elder, huh?" I chuckled.

   Her fingers drifted down to my member and traced a circle around it.

   "Maybe," she said.  "I think he's a babe in the woods."

   "I try to treat him as an equal," I protested, feeling her fingers clasp
my cock.

   "But, you are the leader," she said.

   "Alpha male," I chuckled.

   Rachel was silent, tenderly running her fingers across the flesh of my
rod.

   "Can I tell you something?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

   "Anything.  Of course."

   "This afternoon?" she began.

   "I remember."

   "Well, it was the most incredible experience of my life," she said.

   "I imagine."

   "You can't, really," she admonished me.  "With you, it's come, squirt
and done.  It's not like that for us."

   "I know."

   "Well, it started out fairly normal.  I mean, not normal, but, the
bodily reactions were normal.  I mean, fuck for a while, then come.  Then,
fuck for a little more, and come."

   "Yes."

   "Well, the interval got shorter and shorter.  I'm telling you, by the
end I was having one orgasm after another.  I actually think I passed out
at one point."

   "Really," I said with wonder.

   "It was so overwhelming," she said, milking my cock with repeated
squeezing of her hand and fingers.

   "I guess the question is, was it worth it?  Did you have a good time?"

   She smiled.  "Yeah, it was a good time.  I don't know if I'd do it
again, but it was fun."

   "Well, you get to decide," I reminded her.  "As a matter of fact, it was
your idea to begin with, wasn't it?"

   "I figured what the hell.  This was probably going to be my only chance
to experience something like that.  You think Kevin would let that happen
in Richmond?"

   "You're probably right."

   "Allan?"

   "I'm here."

   "Do you hate me for fucking all those boys?"

   "Of course I don't hate you," I protested.  "I was right there,
remember? It wasn't like you cheated on me."

   There was silence for a few more moments.  "Do you remember the first
night we spent together?" she asked.

   "It was unforgettable," I told her.

   "I would like to do that again," she whispered.

   "If you wish," I nodded.

   "I'm too sore to fuck you tonight.  But, I'd love to feel you come in my
mouth."

   "At the same time I make you come with mine?"

   "Is that too gross?" she asked.  "I mean, after fucking all those guys."

   "You showered and, according to Rene, douched.  I think it'll be okay."

   "Good," she said, beginning to twist around in the bed.  "I really want
you to come in my mouth."

   +++++

   The four of us met up for breakfast.  Kevin and Rene were already seated
when Rachel and I approached.  I leaned down and stole a kiss from my wife.

   "Hi, baby," I said smiling at her.  "You doing all right?"

   She grinned at me.  "Um-hmm," she nodded affirmatively around the corner
of her wheat toast.

   Rachel plopped down in an empty chair.  I slid into the one remaining
seat.

   "Everything good?" Rachel asked Kevin.

   "Right as rain," he quipped.

   "We saw a couple of the kids," Rene told her.  "They came by to say
hello."

   Rachel seemed unimpressed.

   "It was very cordial," Rene continued.  "They shook Kevin's hand and I
gave them a kiss on the cheek."

   "Oh, puh-leeze," Rachel mewed.

   "What's wrong with you?" Kevin asked her.

   Rachel leaned into the table so only the four of us could hear.  "It may
have slipped your mind," she hissed, "but we were fucking them just
yesterday afternoon."

   Kevin shrugged.  "Well, they were pretty civilized this morning," he
said.

   "Probably looking for more pussy," Rachel growled.

   "Who isn't?" I jibbed at her.





   She stared at me for a long moment.  "You know," she said
conversationally, "the more I get to know you, the more I get the
impression that you're a real fuck-head."

   Chuckles erupted around the table.  "But, you still love me," I stated.

   "Of course," Rachel said.  "God!  What an ass!"

   Rene grinned at her.  "He can be like that, sometimes."

   "Most times," Rachel agreed.

   Our waiter, Enzo, appeared at Rachel's elbow.  "Good morning," he said.
"How do I help you this day?"

   "I need protein," Rachel said, scanning the menu.

   "I'd have thought you had a pretty good helping of that yesterday,"
Kevin snickered.

   Rachel shot him a look that would have melted a lesser man.  "Western
omelet," she ordered, "with a side of sausage, toast, wheat, and coffee."

   "A pleasure," Enzo said and faced me.

   "Two eggs, over medium.  Sausage, toast, white.  And, can you rustle up
some orange marmalade?" I asked, realizing the Italian-born waiter probably
wouldn't understand the term "rustle up" once it passed my lips.

   Enzo blinked once.  "No ham for signor?" he asked.

   Rachel giggled.  "He's got your number, Allan."

   "No ham, Enzo.  Thank you."

   "Very good.  Two eggs, medio, sausages and white toast.  Orange
marmalade as well?"

   "Perfect," I said.

   "I return soon," he said.  "Coffee for all?"

   "That would be good, Enzo," Rachel answered.

   "I like him," Rene said.  "He's funny."

   "You just like the accent," I challenged.

   "That's part of it," Rachel agreed.  "But, he is sweet and funny."

   "What is this?" I asked.  "Are the two of you on the hunt for more
strange?"

   Rene looked at Rachel, who grinned at me.  "Why yes, darling.  Would you
mind if Rene and I took Enzo to our stateroom and fucked his brains out?"

   "Well, I don't own you," I told her.  "Although, I imagine they've got
some sort of rules about fraternizing with the passengers."

   She looked at her husband.  "Don't worry, Kev," Rachel said.  "I'm not
going to fuck Enzo."

   Kevin tilted his head and shrugged.  "Hey," he said easily, "as far as
I'm concerned you belong to him for the rest of this cruise," he hooked a
thumb toward me.  "Maybe you should be telling Allan all this."

   Rachel looked at me through her eyelashes.  A smile slowly crossed her
lips.  "Okay," she said softly.  "I had all the excitement I need
yesterday," she nearly whispered.  "I'm yours and yours only for the next
three days."

   "Uh," I started, somewhat uncomfortably, "Rene..." I stopped.

   "Rene what?" my wife snapped.  "Rene is not property to be given or
taken?  Is that what you wanted to say?"

   "Well, sort of," I stammered.  "I mean, Rene gets to decide these things
for herself."

   "You got that right," Rene told us all.  "Rene does what she wants."

   "Oh, geez," Kevin said.  "I didn't mean to start anything."

   "You better hush," Rene told him.

   There was an uncomfortable silence for about a minute.  Finally, Rene
looked straight at Rachel.  "You can have my husband for the rest of this
cruise," she said.  "I'm not worried about that.  When we leave, you're
going back to Richmond and we're going back to the hollow.  If you want to
be exclusive with him, that's fine with me."

   "Okay," Rachel said tentatively, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

   "Just remember," Rene continued, "that you were the one that instigated
our gang-bang yesterday.  I just went along with you."

   Rachel nodded.

   "You did have fun doing it, though," I reminded Rene.

   "I guess that's my point," Rene said.  "If I want to do the whole
University of South Carolina baseball team, I don't want anybody getting
all superior with me."

   "No shit!" Kevin sounded astounded.

   "Don't worry," Rene directed to him.  "You'll get yours."

   I grinned at my wife.  "I knew it," I said.

   "What do you think you know," Rene asked.

   "I knew that once you got turned loose you'd become insatiable," I said
knowingly.

   "I love you," Rene said.  "And, I would never hurt your feelings.  But,
sometimes you're a real dunce."

   "What?" I asked her.

   She huffed impatiently.  "I didn't say I was going to do them all.  I
just said that I didn't want anybody," she tilted her head toward Rachel,
"getting all uppity if that's what I decided to do."

   "So," I observed, "if one of those kids from yesterday wanted a second
go-round you might entertain the notion."

   "I might," Rene said.

   I laughed and spoke to Kevin.  "Buddy, it looks like you've got your
hands full.  Good luck with that."

   "And," Rene spoke loudly, "if I decide I want a three-way with both of
these guys, I don't want anybody getting pissed off."

   "Really?" I asked her.  "How about if I decide I want a threesome with
both you girls?  You okay with that?"

   She looked at me for a long time.  Then she shook her head.  "Fucking
dunce," she whispered.  "Of course I am.  But, you better check with your
`wife-for-the-cruise' before planning something like that."

   I looked to Rachel.  She grinned at me.  "Okay, okay," she said.  "The
four of us is a different deal," she chuckled.  "I just meant, I'm not
looking elsewhere anymore, okay?  And, whatever you do," she directed at
Rene, "is fine with me.  Have a blast."

   "Okay," I joined in.  "We've got three days and nights left.  Six time
periods.  So, uh, Rene gets her Kevin and Allan threesome this afternoon, I
get my Rachel and Rene threesome tonight.  Rachel gets her Kevin and Allan
threesome tomorrow while Rene does the volleyball team, or whatever..."

   "Bullshit!" Rene said.  "Can't you just let it happen?  Why do you have
to plan everything out that way?"

   "It's just his nature," Rachel said.  "You know Allan.  Got to have a
plan."

   I shrugged.

   "Yeah, well we blew that shit out of the water yesterday, didn't we?"
Rene laughed.

   Rachel and Kevin joined in the laughter while I protested and feigned a
sulk.  "I know," I admitted.  "I was most distraught."

   We broke from breakfast and headed back to our original cabins for
showers and a change of clothes.

   +++++

   "I want you back," Rene said softly when I exited the shower.

   I cocked an eyebrow at her.  "I've never left you," I reminded her.

   "I miss you," she said.  "I miss waking up next to you.  I want you
back."

   "Okay," I said.  "Why don't you talk to Rachel and tell her how you
feel?"

   "I don't want them to think I'm being a stick in the mud," Rene said.

   I dug into one of the drawers for a fresh set of underwear and some
shorts.  "How about some sort of compromise, then," I suggested.  "We've
got two days and two nights left on this cruise.  Why don't you propose we
realign for tonight, and spend our last night in debauchery?  Then, after
that, you get to sleep with me all night, every night, for as long as you
want."

   "You still love me?"

   "Of course I still love you.  What kind of question is that?"

   "It's just that Rachel is so gorgeous."





   "She is.  But, she's not my redhead."

   "But she's fun to be around and ... well, you know."

   "Hey, Rene, honey," I said sternly.  "I don't understand why you're
going all wobbly here.  You're still having fun with Kevin, aren't you?"

   She sighed.  "Yeah, but..." she stopped.

   "For Pete's sake, Rene," I snapped after a few seconds of silence. 
"You're going to have to finish a sentence in order for me to understand
what's going on."

   "All right," she said her voice steely.  "I don't want you to fall in
love with her."

   "Really?" I tried not to sneer.  "Is that it?  Or, is it that you don't
want me to choose her over you."

   That's when the tears exploded.  I felt like crap.

   "Look, baby," I said.  "I love you.  You're my wife.  I love that you're
my wife.  I want you to have fun and to enjoy yourself.  When this cruise
is over you and I are going back to the hollow.  I'm in love with you. 
Always have been.  Always will be.  We fit together.  How many times have
we both said that?"

   "Lots," she managed to squeeze out between the tears.

   "See?  I'm not choosing anybody over you.  You and I are a couple,
joined at the hip.  You really don't have anything to worry about.  I'm not
going to run off with Rachel and leave you stranded with Kevin.  I
promise."

   "How did you know?  About Kevin, I mean?" she sniffed, pulling a tissue
from the box.

   "Rachel's said some things," I admitted.  "She knows he loves her, but
she's a little frustrated at his inability to show it.  In their sex, you
know."





   Rene nodded.  "He's very intense," she told me.  "At first, I just
thought it was the excitement of our situation.  But he doesn't ever
change. I mean, it's good sex, but he does it like he's in some sort of
competition.  It seems empty of any feelings, you know?"

   "Rachel told me," I acknowledged.  "He said that he's a fucker, not a
lover."

   "That's it!" she said.  "That says it perfectly."

   "Why don't you teach him?" I suggested.  "It might come easier from you
than from her.  I mean, if he gets offended or something, you can just send
him back to his wife.  But, I'm thinking that if you gave him some gentle
instruction, it would improve things all the way around?"

   "You think I could do that?" Rene sniffled.

   "Sure!" I confirmed.  "Get him to slow down, to start thinking about the
process rather than just the goal of getting you off.  I know you can do
that."

   "I've only got two nights, though," Rene noted.

   "So, you don't want me back for tonight?" I grinned at her.

   "Don't be stupid.  Of course I do.  But, you and I have each other for
the rest of our lives.  I've only got two nights to teach Kevin how to make
love instead of just fucking," she smiled back at me.  "I'm not sure that's
enough time."

   "Honey," I told her, "if anybody can do it, you can."

   +++++

   Rachel had been extraordinarily methodical in our love-making session
following the dinner and show we'd attended.  We'd returned to the ship
well worn out after a day of shopping through the hundreds of small shops
and booths.  Rene confirmed her intention to try to work on Kevin as I
showered and shaved in preparation for dinner.  We'd agreed to attend the
extravaganza in the main theater as we dined that evening.  I winked at
Rene and blew her a kiss as she led Kevin toward our cabin after the show.

   I want to be in charge," Rachel had told me.

   "Fine," I said, stripping out of my polo and khaki pants.

   She pulled back the bedclothes and pointed toward the bed.  "Lie down
here," she ordered, sliding her own white shorts down those long, tanned
legs.

   I lay as ordered.  My cock was semi-turgid from watching the dark-haired
beauty strip off her clothing.  I smiled to myself, marveling at the nearly
perfect formation of the human body displayed in front of me.

   "Make it hard for me," Rachel directed, sitting naked beside me on the
bed.  "I want to watch."

   "Okay," I shrugged, taking the flesh of my cock in my hand and starting
to stroke it.  Rachel leaned over, absorbed in the vision as my hand
sliding up and down the length.  She pursed her lips and blew a cold stream
of air across the flesh.

   "That doesn't qualify as a blow job," I noted, chuckling.

   "Shush," she ordered.  "Kevin would never do this for me," she said. 
"He'd think I was weird."

   "Why are you doing this?" I asked.

   "Because," she said simply, "I want to know what it looks like."

   "Well, this is what it looks like," I told her.

   "Yeah," she said.  "Nice." She leaned forward and gave a little lick
just under the crown.

   "How far do you want me to go?" I asked, aware that I'd reached full
erection.

   "All the way," she said, her eyes sparkling.  "I want to see the come
squirt out from the end."

   "I can do that," I said, "if that's what you really want."

   "I've never seen you come before," she said.  "It's always been in my
mouth or in my cunt.  I want to see what it looks like."

   "Your cunt, huh?  When did you start using that word?"

   "I always knew it," she said.  "Now, hush up and come for me."

   So, I shut up and whacked my meat, taking in the vision of the beauty in
front of me and allowing that to stimulate me to the grand finale.  As I
felt myself getting close, I managed to grunt out, "You want me to tell
you?"

   "I'll figure it out," she said, her gaze intent on the view in front of
her.

   My thighs started the aching burn that always precedes my ejaculation. I
growled as the boiling feeling streamed toward my balls.  I gripped my rod
gently and pointed it straight up.  "Oh, fuck," I muttered and released the
first spurt.





   Rachel's face was set in a serious gaze, but her eyes danced and
sparkled as she watched my spunk spurt from the head of my cock.  Her
nostrils flared a bit.  As the last dribbles oozed from my cock she leaned
over, captured the head of my cock between her lips and tongued away the
residue.  She leaned back and smiled at me.

   "Thank you," she whispered.  "That was awesome."

   "Uh huh," I murmured.  "You could ask your husband to do that," I told
her.  "Just tell him you want to watch him come.  I'll be he'd do it."

   "Maybe," Rachel said.  She twisted around to lean over me and lick the
remnants of come off my body.

   "You don't have to do that," I said.  "I've got a towel right here."

   Rachel pulled upright.  "I told you that I want to be in charge.  I've
swallowed your come.  I like it.  I like doing this.  It's your come and I
like it."

   +++++

   "Whoa, Tiger," Rene said as she lay with her legs spread and Kevin's
head between her thighs.  He raised his head.

   "You don't like it?" he asked, sounding confused.

   "Sure," she said, "but this isn't a race.  Don't you like my pussy?"

   Kevin grinned.  "I love your pussy."

   Rene smiled back at him.  "Then love it, sweetie.  Kiss it like you kiss
my lips.  Tenderly, lovingly."

   Kevin leaned back into her.  He gently kissed the outer labia, lightly
sucking them between his own lips.  "Like that?" he asked.

   "Exactly," Rene said.  "Now, just keep doing that.  Then ease into a
little French kiss action.  Just take your time."

   Kevin took the instruction well.  He gently teased Rene's nether lips
with his own, delicately splitting them with his tongue, and slowly teasing
the flesh.  Rene put her hands on his head and caressed him as he worked.

   "Oh, yes, baby," she whispered to him.  "That's so good.  I think you
like it."

   Kevin hummed an assent.

   "Good, baby," she whispered.  "Now find my little clitty and kiss on
it." The sparks that charged through her belly told her that he had found
her nubbin.  "Oh, yes!" she hissed.  "You can lick it, if you like.  I'd
like that.  Oh, yes!  Just there!  Oh, you're doing that just right!"

   For his part, Kevin was pleased in the reactions he was eliciting from
the redhead.  He had already learned that gentle and delicate seemed to
provoke even more pleasure than his normal direct and dynamic approach.

   Rene groaned in ecstasy as Kevin's tongue easily probed into her gushing
hole.  He tasted the slightly acrid tang and returned to laving her flesh.
He liked how she caressed his head, running her fingers through his hair,
gently urging him on with an occasional pull into her.

   "Oh, fuck, baby!" Rene moaned.  "Yeah!  That feels so good.  Lick my
puss, baby.  Make me come on your tongue!  I'm close, baby.  God!  I want
to come!"

   Kevin found the hardened nub and sucked it gently between his lips. 
Rene's hips rose off the bed as she felt the roughness of his tongue rasp
across the sensitive flesh.

   "Oh, God, yes!" she moaned.  "Oh, fuck!  I'm doing it, baby.  I'm
coming! I'm coming now!" She grabbed a handful of his hair in each hand and
pulled him into her, bucking her hips as his tongue continued to tantalize
her flesh.  She whimpered, then cried out.  "Oh, Fuck!  Yes!  Fuck, yes!"
she wailed.

   Kevin held still until she relaxed her grip on his hair.  He backed
away, his face slimy with the mixture of her juices and his own saliva.

   "Come here, baby," Rene ordered him quietly.

   Kevin stood up and moved toward her.  Rene took his head in her hands
and pulled his face toward her.  She looked in his eyes.  "I want to taste
my juices on your face," she whispered, pulling his lips to hers.  She
kissed him, her tongue driving into his mouth, and then sweeping across his
face, licking the moister from his tongue and cheeks.

   "You're making love to me," she instructed him.  "You're doing it very
well."

   "What now?" he rasped, his voice husky with arousal.

   "Now," she said softly, "we continue.  Now you put your cock inside me.
But, you must go slowly.  Remember, you've already made me come.  I'd love
another.  Mostly, though, I want us to share the wonderful feelings
produced when you're inside me.  I'm not in any hurry."

   Kevin climbed across her prostrate body and positioned his cock at her
waiting, wanting entrance.

   "Let me," she whispered, taking hold of his cock and rubbing through the
moist flesh near her entrance.  She pulled him to her until just the head
was lodged in the entrance.  "Slowly, now," she directed, "fill me with
your cock."

   He eased forward and felt her warmth envelope him.  She lifted her legs
and hooked her ankles behind his thighs.

   "Oh, that feels marvelous," she hummed to him.  "You fill me up so
nicely."

   Kevin tried to pull back, but Rene's locked legs prevented him. 
"Slowly, baby," she said.  "Let's just take a few minutes to enjoy the
feelings.  Don't I feel good to you?"

   Kevin nodded.  "But, I want to fuck you," he said plaintively.

   Rene smiled into his face.  "You are, darling," she whispered.  "I can
feel you're cock inside me.  You are fucking me."

   "I mean I want to move, though," he argued.

   "Not just yet," she whispered.  She tightened her muscles around his
meat.  "Can you feel that?"

   "Yeah," he said.

   "You like it?"

   Kevin smiled.  "Yeah, it feels good."

   "I'm going to do it again," she told him.  "Feel it?"

   He nodded.

   "That's why we go slow," she said.  "If you started pounding away right
from the first you'd never know how that feels."

   "It feels nice," he said.

   "I like how your cock feels filling me up inside.  If you're making
love, you have to let your lover enjoy that feeling."

   "Is that what we're doing?" he asked her.  "Making love?"

   She nodded.  "The difference between fucking and making love is being
able to savor the moments, each feeling, all the sensations.  If we're just
fucking, like we've done for the last few days, we're just pounding away at
each other until we come."

   "Didn't you like it?" he asked her, sounding a little disappointed.

   "It isn't that, darling," she whispered.  "I loved it.  But, every now
and then, a girl likes to have her partner make love to her, too."

   "Why do you want me to make love to you?" Kevin asked.

   "I want to know I'm not just a piece of ass, Kevin," she said.  "I'd
like to think you like me enough to enjoy our time together.  Otherwise,
I'm just a receptacle for your come.  A sock will do that.  Don't you think
I'm more valuable than a sock?"

   "You are definitely better than a sock," he chuckled.

   "So, don't just fuck me, baby.  Make love to me," she instructed.

   "I'm not sure I know...I mean, I never really thought about it, but I
didn't know there was a difference."

   "Now you know, baby.  And, between now and the time we dock, we're going
to practice, practice, practice.  Rachel is going to love the new you."

   "So I am going to continue to get laid?" he asked her.

   "In a manner of speaking," she said.  "I think you're already learning."

   "How so?"

   "Well, you made love to me when you were eating my pussy.  You did that
very well.  And, you've been here inside me, fucking me without pounding me
all the time we've been talking." She squeezed on him again.

   "I'd almost forgotten," he said.

   "You almost forgot you had your cock inside me?  That's funny.  It feels
good, though, doesn't it?" Rene said.  "It feels good to be inside me and
just being connected."

   "It does feel good," he admitted.

   "I think we're ready, then," she told him.  "Go very slowly.  I want to
feel every vein and ridge on your cock."

   Kevin pulled back slowly as she had directed him.

   "Good," she whispered.  "Now, push it in, just a little harder than the
first time."

   He thrust forward, guided by her hands on his hips.

   "Nice," she told him.  "Nice?"

   "Yeah, but I still have the urge to pound it in you."

   "Believe me," she said, "we'll do that.  But, just for now, let's try to
keep it slow and easy."

   Kevin pulled back, waited a second, then pushed back inside her.

   "Good," she said.  "Keep going like that."

   Fighting his natural tendency, Kevin slowly withdrew, held for a few
seconds, then thrust easily back inside Rene.  As his cock reached the full
extension, Rene raised her hips to meet him.

   "We can speed it up a bit," Rene said.  "Don't wait so long this time."

   Kevin set an even, easy pace of withdrawal and re-entry.  "Now this is
fucking," he announced.

   "No, darling," Rene whispered.  "This is making love."

   They continued in silence for several moments, Kevin's clock plunging
into Rene's snug orifice and Rene lifting her hips to meet him.

   "Faster now," Rene ordered.  Kevin complied.

   "God, yes!" Rene murmured.  "You're touching all the right places."

   A slight sheen of sweat began to form on Kevin's shoulders.  "I love how
your pussy feels," he told her.

   "Then love me with your hot, hard cock," she urged.

   "Tell me you like it when I fuck you," he ordered.

   "I love it.  I love how you fuck me.  Yes, baby!  Fuck me until I come
on your cock!"

   "God, you are so hot!" Kevin groaned.  "I don't know how much longer I
can last."

   "Just fuck me, baby," she said.  "Show me you love me.  Fuck me `til you
come."

   Kevin grunted with the exertion and pushed himself harder and faster. 
He could feel the burning sensation beginning behind his thighs.  "Oh,
damn, Rene!  I'm coming, baby!"

   "Yeah, baby!  Do it!  Come inside me.  Fill my loving cunt with your
come!  Oh!  Shit!  Yeah!  I'm coming too!  Fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

   Kevin plunged his cock into hard for three more strokes and, as he felt
the contractions of Rene's love canal, began to pump his seed deep within
her.

   "Aw, fuck!" he cried.  "Oh, yeah!  That's so fucking good!"

   Rene's locked ankles held him deep inside her.  She wailed her own
orgasm while she felt the hot blast of his sperm spurt into her.  "Yeah,
baby!" she cried out.  "God!  I love how you fuck me!"

   Kevin rolled off the top of her, gasping for breath.  He let his hand
gently rub across the smooth flesh of her left breast, watching it heave as
Rene panted through her own recovery.

   Rene looked over at him, her eyes agleam and sparkling.

   "Now that," she said, "is how you make love to someone."

   Kevin nodded.  "I like it," he said.  "But, I think I'm going to need a
lot of practice."

   +++++

   "I've never been able to do this before," Rachel told me as her hands
explored my now-flaccid cock and the rest of my genitalia.

   "Do what?" I asked.

   "Just this.  Explore," she said.  "Just touch and look at a man like
this."

   "Hmph," I puffed.  "Why not?"

   "Because, everyone I've ever had sex with seemed to be in a big hurry. I
like this."

   "I can't imagine anyone denying you to opportunity to do anything you
wanted," I grinned at her.

   "Oh, there's been touchy feely stuff," she admitted.  "Usually in the
form of foreplay, though.  Not like this.  This is nice and comfortable. 
We're easy together, you know."

   "Well, you've already seen that I'm not one to deny you anything," I
acknowledged.

   Rachel was silent, her hands gently caressing and testing my packaged.
She hiked herself up on an elbow, her dark hair trailing across her
shoulder.  "Tell me something," she said, finally.  "Are you mad at me for
fucking those boys?"

   I chuckled.  "No, darling.  I'm not mad at you for anything."

   "Are you mad at Rene?"

   "Of course not."

   "I was naughty, you know," she stated.

   "Were you?"

   "You remember that one boy with the huge dick?"

   "Yeah, I guess."

   "He was like my second or third that afternoon."

   "Okay."

   "After I fucked him I gave him to Rene."

   "You did, huh?"

   "I told her she just had to feel that big cock inside her."

   "Well, she hasn't said anything to me about it," I confessed.

   Rachel was silent again.  "I don't want you to be pissed about that,"
she stated.

   "I'm not," I confirmed for her.

   Rachel leaned over and kissed the side of my cock.  "You think a cock
can be beautiful?"

   I shrugged.  "Eye of the beholder, I guess."

   "Well, I think this is a beautiful cock," she said, planting another
kiss on it.

   "Okay," I grinned at her.

   "I think it's beautiful when it's soft like this, and it's beautiful
when it's hard," she said with no pretension.

   "You keep doing that and it will be hard again in just a little bit," I
told her.

   "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked suddenly.

   "Nope," I said.  "I think you're beautiful."

   She grinned broadly.  "You think my pussy is beautiful, too?"

   "Absolutely," I agreed.

   "I thought you did," she told me, still smiling.  "I like it when you
kiss me there."

   "You want me to kiss your pussy now?" I asked, hoping.

   "Would that help make you hard again?" she asked.

   "Usually does," I confirmed.

   "And do you like my tits?"

   "I love your tits, Rachel."

   "Do you like to kiss and suck them?"

   "Of course," I said.  "What's on your mind?"

   "I was just thinking," she said.  "I would love to have you kiss and
suck my tits until I get really wet and turned on.  Then, what I'd do is
let you kiss and lick my wet pussy while I hold your cock in my mouth until
you're really hard.  That's what I want to do."

   "Sounds like a wonderful plan," I told her.  "After all, you're in
control tonight."

   "Scoot down a little," she ordered and I complied.

   Rachel swung her body around until she was kneeling above me, her
breasts ripe and full above my mouth.  "Go ahead," she whispered.  "Suck on
my tits."

   I kissed the globes of flesh, paying particular attention to the
distended protrusions of her nipples.  She rocked gently back and forth.  I
moved from one breast to the other, gently kissing and sucking at the
delectable flesh above me.  Rachel's hair swept softly and coolly across my
abdomen.  Her elbows were planted on the bed and her hands continued to
fondle my meat.  I could feel the pulsations of my blood beginning to bring
my flaccid cock to life.

   "You like my tits," she murmued.  "I can tell because your cock is
growing."

   "Um hmm," I hummed into her breast.

   "God!" she said.  "That makes me so excited.  I like that sucking my
tits makes you hard." She continued to manipulate my meat as I nibbled and
sucked her tits.  She gave a groan and eased herself down my body.  She
crawled, positioning her knees alongside my chest.  My tongue licked her
belly as she worked to reposition herself.  As it slid into the wet slit
between her thighs I could feel Rachel's lips wrap around my meat.  Her
tongue pressed against the top of my rod, giving a gentle sucking motion.

   I explored her damp slit with my tongue.  I pulled it back and kissed
the flesh as I would kiss her lips.  Then I licked it's length, burrowing
into her hot love hole, then pulling back to rub the slick underside across
the hardened nub of her clit.  I could feel her tremors as she shivered
with anticipation.

   Rachel did her best to hold her position on my cock without movement. 
Something in her prevented her from remaining motionless, though, and I
could feel the tiny movements of her lips and tongue on my meat.  When she
groaned as the result of my ministrations the vibrations rumbled though my
rod and into my balls.  She pushed herself back onto me and held tight.  I
extended my tongue into her soaking hole and felt the contractions as she
moaned through an orgasm.  Finally, she lifted her head and gasped.

   "Jesus!" she hissed out.  "That was a good one."

   I hummed into her pussy.

   "Enough!" she ordered, and I lay my head back on the pillows I'd been
using for support.

   "What now, my dear?" I asked.

   "Now," she said, rolling off me, "you're going to stand next to the bed
here and I'm going to fuck myself on you."

   "Is that so?" I asked, swiping the back of my hand across my face to
remove the mixture of juices there.

   "You're not to move, Allan," she directed.  "I mean it.  You're just to
stand there and keep feeding me your dick."

   I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up.  Rachel rolled to
her elbows and knees.  She eased backward toward the edge where I stood, my
hardened meat in my hand.  When we made contact she pulled my rod to her
and placed the head in line with her opening.  She hunched backward and I
slid easily into the warm, moist canal.

   "Oh, fuck!" she moaned, holding her position.  I could feel the
pulsations of her vagina around my cock.

   "Why is it that I come when you're cock just penetrates me?" she asked.

   "Forbidden fruit?" I offered.  "Or, maybe it just feels so damned good."

   "God, it does feel good," she confirmed.  "Let's do it again."

   She pulled away from me, allowing my cock to slip from the grasp of her
tender flesh.  She reached beneath us, took hold of it, and once again
positioned it at her entrance.  Ever so slowly she rocked backward as I
stood fast and let her moist warmth envelope me.

   "Oh, fuck!" she moaned.  "I just love how you feel going in there."

   "Hmm," I observed in agreement.

   Slowly and deliberately she pulled forward, pausing ever one or two
centimeters to capture the sensation of our joining.

   "You don't mind this, do you?" she asked.  "Me, using you like this."

   "No, darling," I answered.  "I love it that you're comfortable enough to
experiment like this."

   "Kevin would never let me do this," she said softly.  "He just wants to
get back there and pound my ass." She slid us together again very slowly,
reveling in every sensation.  She held herself against me, and I could feel
the quivers of her insides around my cock.

   "Don't give up all hope," I told her, my hands holding her hips to me.
"Rene is going to be giving him some instruction over the next few days. 
You may find out he's a quick study."

   "Is she?" Rachel panted breathlessly.  "God!  You feel good in there! 
Why is she doing that?"

   "Because she noticed the same thing you did.  We talked about it.  I
told him he would be less offended if his instruction came at her hands
rather than yours."

   "So you asked her to teach him?" she marveled.

   "In a way, I guess," I said.

   "You did that for me?"

   "For both of you, sweetie," I answered.  "Once he learns how, he's going
to enjoy it just as much as you do."

   "Oh, fuck," she moaned, inching forward from the full insertion of my
cock.  "That feels so fucking good!"

   "Once he learns how to make love to you as well as fuck with you, you
won't miss me at all," I chuckled to her.

   She slammed herself back on my cock and froze there.  "That's a damned
lie, Allan," she said.  "I will miss you.  I'll miss the way you make me
feel."

   "Well, you might miss the way I make you feel wanton and nasty," I
joked. "But that's just because you're fucking your dinner date instead of
your husband."

   She pulled slowly again, savoring each sensation.

   "So, tell me," I asked her as she eased back onto the full length of my
cock, "why did you agree to do this.  I mean, you never did it before, did
you?"

   "Uh-uh," she said, gasping lightly.  "But, we'd talked, Kevin and I.  It
became obvious at dinner that first night that he was very attracted to
Rene.  When she told us about how she'd started with Stan we just sort of
agreed that this might be the perfect time to try experimenting a bit."

   "So you just did it to please Kevin?"

   "The first night, the first time," she admitted.  "But then I really
liked how you made me feel.  You're right.  I felt so slutty and nasty
climbing into your bed the first time.  Then when we fucked, it was so
terrific I didn't want it to end."

   "So how do you feel now," I asked, as she began a more regular motion of
fucking on my prick.

   "I feel hot, nasty, slutty and naughty.  At the same time, I feel loved,
cherished, and full of your glorious cock.  When you came for me it was
such a turn-on.  I wanted to see what it looked like when you came inside
me.  I saw it and I just wanted to feel it again."

   "So, you're still having fun doing this?"

   "Oh, God, yes!" she said.  "If you'd stay with me I could be your slut
forever."

   I chuckled again.  "Well, I can't stay with you," I noted, "but Rene and
I will always be there for you."

   "Be there for me now, lover," Rachel said through clenched teeth.  "I
need you to fuck me, now."

   "You don't want to be in charge anymore?" I said with a chuckle.

   "I'm still in charge," she grimaced, "and I'm telling you to fuck me!"

   +++++

   Rene looked positively dreamy when we met for breakfast on our final day
at sea.

   I whispered to her, "Training's going well, huh?"

   She nodded.  "I always hated practicing piano," she grinned.  "This kind
of practice is much more fun."

   "Practice, is it?"

   She smiled dreamily as she nibbled on her melon bit.  "I think he's in
love with my pussy," she whispered.  She wiggled in her seat.  "I can still
feel his tongue wiggling away down there."

   I chuckled softly as Rachel approached the table from the serving line.
She set her plate next to mine.

   "You remember what happened last time we had a day and night at sea?"
she asked to no one in particular.

   "Um hmm," Rene answered.





   "Please tell me you're not planning on fucking the swimming team again,"
I said, watching Kevin carrying his plate of waffles and eggs toward us. 
"I don't think my heart can stand that."

   "Water polo," Rachel corrected.  "Not swimming team.  And, no, we're not
planning anything like that.  Are we, Rene?"

   Rene looked surprised.  "Me?  Please tell me you're not depending on me
to make that decision."

   "What decision is that?" Kevin asked, sitting next to my wife and across
from Rachel.

   "Whether or not to screw the volleyball team again," I told him.

   "Oh, Jesus," Kevin said.  "That was so hot."

   "It was the water polo team," Rene sniped at me, waving her fork in
Rachel's direction, "like she said."

   "So, you like seeing your wife in a gangbang?" I asked Kevin.

   "Yeah, man.  Yours, too," he answered.  "You remember the guy with the
big cock?"

   "I remember," Rachel said.

   "Me, too," Rene added.

   "I just found out last night that your wife passed him on to mine after
she'd had her way with him," I told Kevin.

   "Fucker had a hose on him," Kevin noted.  "They both took every inch of
him, though.  Jesus, that was hot!"

   "Listen, you," Rene directed to him, "it is not nice to arrange a
gangbang for the woman you love unless she asks you for it."

   Rachel smiled at her.  "What happens on the boat stays on the boat," she
said.

   "So," I interjected, anxious to change the subject, "do we have any
plans for today?"

   "I do," Rene informed us.  "I plan to wear Rachel's string and patches
bikini and lay out near the pool until noon, at which time I will begin to
consume one Marguerite every half-hour or so until I'm feeling a good
buzz."

   "I like that plan," Rachel agreed.

   "Yeah," I agreed.  "Then what?"

   "Then," Rene said evenly, "I plan to scandalize the Lido deck buffet by
having lunch in the same state of semi-nudity."

   "Sounds like a plan," Rachel nodded.

   "That will probably take the edge off your buzz," I mentioned.

   "So," Rachel said, "after lunch we return to the poolside for another
round or two."

   "Okay," I said.  "I mean, it sounds like Kevin and I are just along for
the ride on this one.  So what happens next?"

   Rene looked at Kevin and smiled coyly.  "Practice," she said.

   +++++

   Rachel woke me at five-thirty in the morning with a marvelous blow job.
I groaned with appreciation as I struggled across the threshold from sleep
into wakefulness.  Her lips slithered off the tip of my cock.  The dim
light of the twilight through the window illuminated her features.  Her
face was serious as she climbed onto my body and slid my cock home inside
her.  Her eyes fixed on mine.

   "I don't know what I'm going to do after today," she whispered.

   "What, lover?" I asked.

   "Exactly," she said, squeezing her muscles to contract around my rod.

   My hands lifted from the bed and caressed her breasts.  "I don't
understand."

   "What will I do without you to love me," she whispered, "and to make
love to me?"

   "You'll be fine, Rachel," I murmured back.  "Kevin will be there for
you."

   "I know he will," she said.  "I just don't know if that will be enough."

   "It will, darling," I told her.  "Rene has taught him well.  In fact,
I'd be surprised if she wasn't telling him the same thing."

   "You think she loves him like I love you?"

   "I think she loves him," I confided.  "I hope she does."

   "Now I'm confused," Rachel said.

   "I can't imagine spending a week having sex with somebody you don't
love," I said.  "We all have to realize that there are many forms and
facets to love.  You and Kevin have a special kind of love that only the
two of you can share.  So do Rene and I.  Still, I admit that I do love
you. I love your beauty, your wit, your awareness and your sexuality."

   "But I don't want to leave you," Rachel protested.

   "And I don't want to leave you, either," I nodded.  "So, we won't.  You
see, the four of us will go on.  I'm sure Kevin loves Rene.  He allowed her
to teach him to make love.  I think you have to have some element of love
within you in order to do that.  Rene seemed to think he'd taken hold of
that concept.  So, Kevin loves Rene, and I love you.  Rene loves Kevin and
so do you.  But there are tiny nuances in that love that make you and Kevin
special, and that unite Rene and me."

   "You've already left me," Rachel pouted.

   "No, darling, I haven't.  I'm still here with you.  I will always love
you, Rachel.  Kevin, Rene, you and I will be together again.  We'll see to
it."

   "You promise?"

   "I promise.  I'd be willing to bet Kevin and Rene will promise the same
thing."

   She leaned forward to kiss me tenderly on the lips.  "I will miss the
way you make love to me," she said.

   "Give Kevin a chance, my love.  Let him show you what he's learned.  Let
him show you how much he loves you.  You'll be pleasantly surprised.  You
may find that you won't miss me all that much after all."

   "We'll see," she said, not sounding very convinced.

   "In the meantime, we've got two hours before we dock.  What would you
like to do?"

   "I would like," she said, sounding much more positive, "to see how many
times you can make me come in two hours."

   "That sounds like my kind of challenge," I grinned at her.

   +++++

   Rachel and Rene managed to talk by phone about once a week.  Emails and
Tweets were much more frequent.

   "We're like sisters," Rene remarked after a lengthy call.

   "I've noticed," I commented.  "In fact, you talk to her more than your
real sisters."

   "We've shared more than my other sisters," Rene said.  "There's
something else, though."

   "What?"

   "I know you love my real sisters.  I mean, I know you care what happens
to them.  But, you love Rachel.  She told me so.  She also told me she
loves you, too."

   "Rene," I began, "you need to understand..."

   She cut me off in mid sentence.  "I understand, Allan.  Rachel is a
loving person.  So are you.  It only makes sense that you would love each
other."

   "Rene," I responded, "I love you."

   She laughed at me.  "Don't be silly, Allan.  You're in love with me. 
I'm in love with you, too.  But its okay you love Rachel, honest.  That's
the love of desire."

   "You feel the same way about Kevin, don't you?"

   "Kevin and Stan, too," she said.  "I have very strong feelings for both
of them.  Not the same feelings I have for you, but, yes.  I love them
both."

   "You know what I think," I told her after a moment's deliberation.

   "Most times," she grinned broadly at me.  That part was true.  Rene had
an uncanny ability to read me and know what I was contemplating.

   "I'm thinking you've recovered from our excursion and are ready to step
out again."

   "Can we?"

   "Of course, my love.  Anytime you want."

   "You're a wonderful lover," she said, wrapping her arms around me. 
"You're a great fucker, too."

   "What are you planning?" I asked cautiously.

   "A girl needs a little variation every now and then," she went on.

   "Yeah, yeah," I pressed.  "No tour of the watch factory.  What your
plan."

   "A three day weekend," she said.  "Clothing optional.  You, me, Stan,
Jennifer, Kevin and Rachel."

   "Where?"

   "Here."

   "When?"

   "Six weeks from this weekend."

   "So, you've told the others?" I asked.

   "Just the girls," she grinned.  "We figured you guys would come along
with the promise of booze, babes and barbecue."

   "Are we that shallow?" I asked her.

   "Of course you are," Rene grinned.

   "All the girls agreed to this setup?"

   "In a manner of speaking," Rene said.  "I told them my idea.  So far, no
objections."

   "You got Stan and Jennifer to agree?" I was surprised.

   "Jennifer, yes.  Said she was up for a new adventure.  Stan will come
along because Jennifer's involved."

   "Rachel?"

   "She's excited about it.  Mostly she talked about getting together with
you, again."

   "Spill it," I demanded.

   "According to her, Kevin has done really well with her.  He's been much
more considerate, tender and loving.  She said they do the jungle-fuck
thing a couple of times a month.  She's very appreciative."

   "I didn't do that," I reminded her.  "You did."

   "But it's the image of you doing her while Kevin's pounding away that
turns her on.  That's what she said.  I can understand that."

   "You can?"

   "Sure," Rene said.  "I used to use the image of you fucking Jennifer to
fire me off when Kevin was doing his old pound-the-shit-out-of-her thing."

   "It doesn't make you jealous?"

   "Nope," she said.  "I know who you love."

   "Well, if you're comfortable with all this, I guess its my duty to get
the hell out of your way and let you get on with it."

   +++++

   It was a three-way conference call.  Rene initiated it, calling Jennifer
and Rachel.

   "Good news, girls," she beamed into the phone.  "We're all going to get
laid."