Protection (closed)

Buying the dress and a cute pair of sandals that I’m sure will be comfortable later in my pregnancy, I take your hand as we walk out of the store and continue down the street. I can’t help but giggle at the looks that you give me. I know how to get you going, babe, and I enjoy every minute of it.

“Oh, Alan!” I call out, pulling you towards a little store with jewelry in the window. “Wow…”

Looking at the most beautiful sapphire ring I’ve ever seen in my life, my eyes are wide. The stone is almost the same color as the water that surrounds the island and the band is simple and delicate, a white gold that is shining in the light.

“That is the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.” I say in a breathless voice, admiring it for a long moment before I let out a sigh and start to tug you away, ready to continue on our way down the street.
 
"Maybe we should check it out a little closer," pulling you into the store. After looking throughout the store, I ask one of the clerks to bring the ring you pointed out to me in the window. I can feel your heartbeat as you stand next to me when the clerk shows it to you and slides in on your finger; although it is about a size too large, they promise to have it sized in an hour.

Yeah, it's a little while before our first anniversary, but what the hell . . . "OK, get it sized and we'll be back to pick it up in an hour or so."
 
I look up at you as you tell them to get it sized, my eyes wide. “Alan, no…it’s alright. I don’t really need it.”

Trying to insist that we don’t have to get the ring, I can tell that my protests are falling on deaf ears. “Alan, you don’t have to buy me everything that I take a fancy too.” I say in a very quiet voice, my eyes filling with unexplainable tears.
 
"Too late, sweetheart, I already gave them my credit card." Turning to the clerk, "We will see you in an hour."

Grabbing you by the hand and walking you out of the store. As we get to the end of the block and find a little park, I sit you down on a park bench and try to be the tough guy again, "Now listen here, missy . . . I will buy you anything I want to buy you, understand?" Finally unable to keep from laughing, "You realize that a year from now, then only things we will be buying will be diapers and baby food."
 
I nod, tears traveling down my cheeks as I sniffle and try to get myself back under control. It’s hard even now to realize that I have a husband that will actually take care of me…so completely different from my last marriage.

“Thank you, baby.” I say, wrapping my arms around you and pressing my cheek against your shoulder to cry myself out until my emotions decide that they want to be normal again.

As I slowly start to calm down, I sniffle again and pull my face back to look down at the wet spot on your shirt. “I’m sorry I made a mess, Alan.”
 
"Guess that's better than a wet spot on my shorts right now; besides, a few more minutes in this sun and breeze will dry it out in no time. I think we do need to stop at the next restaurant tho, maybe get something to drink so you don't get dehydrated in this heat . . . and maybe a little work on your makeup."

I see a little restaurant across the way, so hand in hand, that's where we head, ordering a couple of iced teas and a some little cakes to nibble on while we wait for the jeweler to re-size your ring.
 
Excusing myself to the restroom, I take time to get my makeup back in order before I come back out and join you at the table. Nibbling on the sweet cake, I start to feel a little bit better about things.

“I’m sorry for the way that I’ve acted, Alan.” I say, looking at you with a sincere gaze. “I could blame it all on my hormones, but it’s still so hard for me to think that I have a husband that will actually take care of me. It’s new and wonderful and so incredibly touching.”

Reaching across the table, I squeeze your hand and give you a smile. “Thank you for being so incredible to me, baby. I really mean that.”
 
"Michaela, you make it easy for me to want to take care of you and even spoil you once in a while," squeezing your hand in return. "I don't think you have any idea of what it means to me to have you and Molly as my family now; having the two of you has brought me closer to Alex and Maria."

Leaning back in my chair in the little outdoor restaurant . . . warm sun, gentle breeze, gorgeous, pregnant wife . . . life is good.
 
“You’re a good man and a wonderful father, Alan. I truly hope that you know that. Alex and Maria love you. Molly adores you. You make me incredibly happy.” Smiling at you as we enjoy the restaurant, taking time out of our honeymoon to reconnect on an emotional level.

“Let’s make a promise. Every year we need to take a vacation to some far away location…just the two of us.” I say, leaning across the table to kiss your lips. “Maybe Italy or France. Alaska or California. Anywhere we want.”
 
"I think that is a fantastic idea . . . and one we just need to decide to make happen. I think we also need to make sure that we do something special with Molly and the "new one" each year, too. Molly will be six before too long, and the little one will grow up fast, too, so we need to make them feel like they are included in special events, but also that Mommy and Papa need their special time."

Taking you by the hand, "Got a few more shops we can browse before pickin gup your ring and heading back to the ship. Next two days, just cruising the ocean . . . no stops . . . just watching the ocean go by. Yeah, and whatever else we can find to do on board."
 
“Well, if I know my husband, he’ll keep me very busy in bed.” I say, grinning at you as I steal another kiss before we pay for our meal and browse through a few of the other shops.

Nothing else that really catches my eye before we have to go back to pick up my new ring. Again, I get a little teary eyed as your slip it on my right hand, the stone sparkling in the light as I give you a very loving kiss.

“Thank you, baby.” I say as I wrap my arm through yours as we start walking back to the ship. “What would you like to do for dinner tonight? I was thinking about getting dressed up and maybe going to the club to dance.”
 
"Sounds good to me; if that's is what you want to do, then you need to get back and lie down and rest for a lttle while, and I do mean rest. OK?"

Getting your agreement, we start our walk back toward the ship, show our passports and head up to our cabin. By now, the sun has moved to the other side of the ship and we have anice breeze blowing in thru the balcony door. "I'm going to sit out on the balcony for a few minutes; I want you to get comfortable and use as much of the bed as you want for a nap."
 
I indulge you with a smile as you tell me that I need to get some sleep. It’s nice that you’re looking out for me and I agree, kissing you before you go onto the balcony and I get comfortable on the bed. Within minutes, I’m out like a light.
 
Actually fall asleep myself on the lounge chair for a few minutes; since it is not quite as comfortable as the bed, I don't fall into a deep sleep. Looking at the clock as I wake up, I take a quick shower since I have time and dig out some clothes to wear to dinner and one of the clubs tonight. Giving you a few more minutes, I crawl on the bed and start nibbling on your neck . . . which always seems to wake you up. "Time to wake up and get dressed for dinner and club, babe." Not giving you the chance to start anything, I get off the bed and start dressing.
 
Moaning softly as I feel your lips nibbling at the nape of my neck, I turn onto my side and look at you with a smile. It takes a moment to get my senses back together before I head into the bathroom to get myself ready.

Some fresh makeup and a quick brush of the hair are all I need before I’m heading into the cabin to pull on my sexy black dress. I make sure that you’re watching as I slip out of my dress and underwear, sliding into a skimpy pair of black panties and a matching black lace bra. I most definitely did some shopping before we left and the way that you stare tells me that I did just fine.
 
"Hope you aren't planning on dancing too long tonight, babe. Not sure how long I can keep myself under control if I dance close with you for more than a little while." Prety sure that is what you have in mind anyway. By the time we get to the club and dance, we will be sailing away from Nassau, two days at sea before our next destination.

Making our way to one of the dining rooms, I get more than a few jealous glances from a few husbands; even tho there are a lot of honeymooners on this cruise, I must have the hottest wife on board, judging from some of the looks you are getting.

Enjoyed a wonderful dinner with the other couples at our table, then made our way out to the deck for an after-dinner walk before makin gour way to one of the clubs that played jazz and slower dance music.
 
Dancing with you is always an enjoyable experience. Pressing my body close to yours on the dance floor, I smile and laugh with joy as we gain the looks of a few people in the room. Looping my arms around your neck, I pull your head down for a kiss, sighing at the gentle pressure of yours lips against mine.

“Look over at the bar, babe.” I say in a soft whisper. “Pick out a woman you like.”
 
Obviously, you have something in mind . . . another one of our little games. I'm not sure exactly what you have in mind, but since we have complete trust in each other, I'm all in. Gliding around the dance floor, I look over toward the bar and see a number of women . . . variety of ages, several body shapes, different hair colors, and all nicely dressed.

At one end of the bar, I see one that has attracted my attention; nothing really spectacular about her, but she caught my eye when you asked me to pick one out. Guiding you back to our table and sitting down. "OK, love, you asked me to pick out one I like. I'm looking at the dark haired lady at the far end of the bar - glasses, nice smile, on the small side, but nice figure, wearing a light green blouse with a knee-length beige skirt."

Waiting to see what your next request or move will be.
 
Glancing at the woman that you’ve picked out, I smile and then turn my attention back to you. “Why don’t you go over there and buy her a drink. See if she’d like to come back to our room for a little bit of fun.”

I suggest before I lean across the table and kiss you again. “Go on, baby. I’m sure you’d like to watch me with another woman, wouldn’t you?”
 
"Sure you wouldn't rather go invite her yourself?" I ask as I take another sip on my drink. "I'll do whatever you think will be the most effective; I could go back to our cabin and wait on the balcony while you make your approach. You know I would love to see you with another woman . . . so you decide which one of us should approach her."
 
I take a moment to glance over at the woman and gage if I think I might be able to seduce her back to our room. Nibbling on my lower lip for a moment, I decide that I would like to try. Glancing back at you with a smile, I tell you that I’ll meet you back at our room before I stand up and make my way over the bar.

The woman is very sweet and funny, a little shy, but surprisingly interested when I mention that I’m here with my husband. I buy her a drink and ask if she’d like to come back to the room for some fun. At first she is hesitant, but when I tell her that it doesn’t have to lead anywhere if she doesn’t want, she agrees.

Soon, I am leading her into the room. “Babe?” I call out as I spot you sitting on the balcony. “I’d like you to meet Beth. Beth, this is my husband, Alan.”
 
Not at all surprised that you were able to make 'contact' and be successful; hearing the door open, I stand and stay on the balcony as I hear two voices in the hall. "HI, Beth, certainly nice to meet you." Greeting you with a kiss, "Hi, love."

Stepping back onto the balcony, leaving the two of you to chat and get better acquainted; not sure about what this will lead to, but until I get some indication from your, I will keep to myself.
 
Talking to Beth, I find that she is currently single and on the ship to celebrate the marriage of two of her friends. She works full time and this is the first vacation she’s had in over a year. I also find out that she thinks you’re handsome.

“He certainly is.” I say, laughing along with her as she glances towards the balcony. “And he thinks that you’re very pretty. In fact, he’s the one that picked you out of all the people at the bar. We both think that you’re extremely sexy.”

“Thank you.” Beth says with a smile, loosening up a little bit. “So, have you guys done this before?”

“With some good friends, yes. It’s extremely fun. If you would like, I can just watch you and Alan.” I suggest and she nods, at least for now.

“Alan, why don’t you come in here and sit with us.” I call through the open door, smiling at Beth as she blushes.
 
Once you invite my in, I step in from the balcony and sit on the side of the bed. You are seated in a chair and Beth is seated at the foot of the bed, facing you, but looks at me with a shy smile . . . and that familiar blush in her cheek, just like you . . when I walk and sit on the bed.

Reaching over and placing my hand on Beth's; a first move to see what kind of a response we get from Beth. I could overhear your conversation with her, so I know that you have suggested something between her and me to start with. You know I really want you involved in all this, but as with any new adventure, we have to see what it takes to break the ice.
 
Watching the two of you, I have to admit that I’m most definitely getting wet at the thought of you seducing her. Beth seems to be attracted to you, but her shyness is keeping her from being overt about it.

“Beth, would you like Alan to kiss you?” I ask as I watch Beth’s cheeks turn red.

“Very much.” She whispers, turning her head towards you as you place your hand on hers. “Alan, would you kiss me?”
 
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