The Empty Nest(closed)

[DarkWarrioress]

"Hey Mike, Incoming! I think she's looking for you."

Cara was use to Bill’s playful ways, but she wasn’t sure how Brenda was going to take it. She glanced quickly over at the woman seated at Mike’s side.

"Cara, can I get a pass for the evening?"

Mike’s tone seemed a little forced as he tried kidding around. Cara, who was seated next to Brenda, leaned in close to the woman and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t mind Bill. He’s just joking around, Brenda. I should apologize to Mike.”

Brenda’s hand touched Cara’s arm and she smiled a little, responding back.

“Don’t bother yourself, Cara. It’s fine. Mike’s just worried about how I am going to respond, is all. I need to use the ladies' room, come with?”

Cara nodded and stood up with Brenda. She nodded at the men.

“If you gentlemen will excuse us, Brenda and I are headed for the powder room. We’ll be back in a bit. Order us another drink, will you please, Bill?”

She leaned up to kiss her husband’s cheek as they passed by. Cara slipped her arm through Brenda’s as they headed for the room marked “Ladies.”

“I’m sorry for dragging you with me, Cara. I wanted to ask you something in private. How do you guys do it? Your kids are grown and out of the house. Doesn’t the silence get to you?”

Cara watched as Brenda slipped into a stall and lock the door behind her. She thought about Brenda’s question for a moment.

“Initially, yes it did. We got so use to our lives focusing on the kids that we lost sight of our own. There I was, sitting at home with very little to do. It had seemed like yesterday that the kids were home and there were things we needed to do. I was lost. I guess we both were and growing even further apart. Bill kept trying to get me to talk to him but how and where did I find the words to tell him how I was feeling?”

“So, what did you do?”

Brenda asked as she came out of the stall and washed her hands, all the while looking at Cara. Cara shrugged.

“I can’t tell you how it happened because, frankly, I don’t know. I just felt like Bill and I were headed for divorce if I didn’t find a way to talk to him, “Cara smiled a little, “Bill and I have been together a long time. We love each other and both of us were determined to find a way back to each other. Even our intimacy was fading. How do you bring that back?”

“Yes, how do you?” Brenda wiped her hands on some paper towels before tossing them in the garbage can.

“Well, it’s not for everyone, but Bill and I explored a little unknown local club in our hometown.”

Cara was deliberately being vague. The lifestyle she and Bill had embarked upon was clearly not for everyone and she didn’t quite know where Brenda stood on such matters. It was better to be vague than completely open. Just yet. She led the door open for them as they headed back to their men. She could tell Brenda was curious and wanted to ask more but Cara was being cautious. Slipping her arm around her husband’s shoulder, she leaned in for a kiss.

“Miss me?” She asked playfully.

 

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Mike watched Cara lean into Brenda and say something. He'd expected that Bill's comment would be the source of some tension but she seemed to brush it off casually as if it was nothing. When Cara excused herself for the restroom then convinced Brenda to join her Mike leaned forward toward Bill. "You've got a set on you huh? She doesn't mind you talking like that?" he asked as quietly as he could just as the two ladies disappeared into the ladies room.

"Cara? Nah, can have a bit of a wandering eye herself." Bill scoffed as he flagged down the waitress and ordered another round of drinks. Bill had gotten so used to their interactions with Steve that he didn't really consider how jarring his comment might be to someone outside the lifestyle.

"And that doesn't bother you?" Mike asked, confused by how they could be so nonchalant about something like that. Over the years Mike's sexual relationship with Brenda seemed to get more and more complicated. There was no doubt that his attraction towards her had waned and his eye had wandered but, at the same time, he loathed the idea of her doing the same thing. Perhaps it was his insecurity about her feeling the same way about him and, if given the chance, she'd look for greener pastures. It was something that he'd written off as just a fact of life even though he was starting to sense that Brenda was less and less comfortable with the status quo.

"Nah, we get each other and we're comfortable enough with our relationship that it doesn't bother us." he replied even though it wasn't all that long ago that it would have been a huge issue. It was amazing to Bill just how far they seemed to have come in just a short time. Even though he glossed over some of the challenges they faced in getting there it was, for the most part, true.

Mike nodded and they fell silent for a moment while he pondered what Bill had said the him.

"Desperately!" Bill replied after giving Cara a kiss then let his hand come confidently to rest on her thigh as he leaned into her. "You two weren't plotting in the bathroom were you?" Bill could see there was a curious look on Brenda's face but he couldn't quite tell why.

Mike watched as Cara comfortable slid in next to Bill then sat their with her arm around him as he absentmindedly stroked his fingers along her thigh. They certainly seemed comfortable together. It was the kind of comfort he and Brenda once had at one point but that had long since passed. As if trying to make a point he reached over and grasped Brenda's hand just as the waitress returned with their drinks.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

When Mike reached out to grab her hand, she let him but it wasn’t long before she gently pulled it away on the pretense of reaching for her drink and taking a long sip. She had ordered something tall and fruity. It tasted wonderful but also knew it was spiked with some strong liquor. That screamed caution but at the moment, Brenda gave two hoots about caution. She was watching Bill and Cara with envy. When was the last time she and Mike had been that at ease with each other? When had work become more important than her?

Brenda looked around the bar idly. She knew Bill had been just teasing Mike about that sexy woman who had walked by. She wondered why Cara let Bill talk that way to begin with. Both Bill and Cara looked like and it felt like those two were in love. She idly wondered if they had an open marriage or what. She didn’t know Cara well enough yet to ask such an intimate question, but she was certainly curious.

The music in the bar was starting to rock. Cara was tapping her toes and leaned over to nudge Bill in the side.

“Dance with me, stud.”

It wasn’t a question. She had slid from her stool and held out her hand to her hubby. Her hips were already rocking back and forth to the beat of the music.

 

[cnuveau]

Mike could sense that Brenda was just tolerating his hand on hers. There was a time that she put effort into the image of the loving couple that he wanted to project. At work functions and cocktail parties she seemed to enjoy Mike's renewed attention to her but over time it felt more forced. Now she didn't seem to respond at all. When she slipped her hand from beneath his, Mike withdrew his hand and moved his drink to it to try to play it off but the message was loud and clear.

Mike knew that his lack of attention to her needs was likely to blame for where they were. The times where he chose to be attentive were few and far between. Where they used to be met with enthusiasm from Brenda, that enthusiasm had long since cooled.

Bill watched Mike reach for Brenda's hand but the way she received it seemed almost cold. Rather then make any attempt to intertwine their fingers or acknowledge it, her hand remained somewhat limp beneath his until she reached for her drink and he removed it. She could have very easily got her drink with the other hand so the move was telling. Brenda's occasional glances at them and how they were cuddled into each other were also telling. He could tell that she longed for that type of affection but it seemed pretty clear that she'd written off having it with Mike. At least at the moment.

"I'd love to! You two joining us?" Bill said as he allowed Cara to pull him up from his seat and led him toward the dance floor.

Mike looked over at Brenda and gave a half shrug. "What to dance?" he asked half hoping that she didn't but also knowing that if they were going to get past where they are he was going to have to make an effort. Dancing was usually the last thing that he wanted to do but tonight he was willing to put that aside.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She knew, deep down, she wasn’t fooling Mike. For one thing, they had been together for quite some time now. Brenda loved him, she did, she just felt like she took second wheel to his work. She acknowledged that Mike’s job was important for their family and important to him, but she sometimes wished it didn’t consume him so much. Oh, of course, she went to social working functions with him but it seemed like the only times he needed her. At home, at night, she went to bed before him and he came to bed so late most nights, that she pretended to be asleep. What had happened to them?

Her eyes went to Bill and Cara on the dance floor. Brenda just couldn’t take her eyes off them. They were snuggled into each other, swaying to the music. His hand rested on her lower back. His face buried in her hair… Mike’s question brought her attention to him.

"What to dance?"

Brenda gave him a small, weak smile.

“Sure. Why not?”

She tossed back the rest of her drink and stood up, waiting for him to do the same. Together they crossed to the dance floor and Mike’s arms slipped around her. He didn’t pull his wife close his body like Bill did but held her loosely.

“Why did you ask me to dance?”

Brenda’s voice was just a whisper against his shoulder.

 

[cnuveau]

Mike was greeted with the same level of enthusiasm from Brenda the he himself felt about the offer to dance. He’d hoped for her to be a little more enthusiastic about it but that just didn’t seem to be in either of them right now. He led her across the dance floor making note of how Bill and Cara were dancing and couldn’t help but wonder again just how they did it.

Brenda’s question caught Mike little off guard because he hadn’t really put any thought into his motivation. “It just felt like we should.” He replied with a slight shrug as the weight of those 6 words hit him like a ton of bricks.

As simple as they sounded they represented the root of their problem. Everything they did together, even this trip, was because he felt like they should. Very seldom was something done because he wanted to and he was sure she felt the same way. They were going through the motions letting her inertia of “doing what we should” carry them further along without any real thought at all.

“Did you not want to?” He asked after a moments pause.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“It just felt like we should.”

Those six words hit her like a ton of bricks. Her feet faltered on the floor for a split second. Brenda could feel her body stiffen in Mike’s arms. She tried to relax, but it was hard. Everything in their live seemed that way, like, anything was because it felt like they should. Her next words just flowed out of her mouth without thought.

“Did you marry me because it felt like we should?”

She always wondered that. They had just let things roll along. They had been together for a long time before they got married. Brenda still wasn’t sure how it happened, they had been so careful, but she turned up pregnant. When she told Mike, he was a good man about it and offered to marry her. At the time, she didn’t even consider an alternative. She loved Mike. She loved the baby she carried and so they got married. Now, years later, they just seemed to be rolling through life. Their children weren’t babies anymore. Her thoughts lately had been, “Now what?” Were they going to roll through life until one day they were old and grey? Then what? She didn’t want that for them. Right now, they were still young and vibrant. She just didn’t know how to change their pattern and it scared her.

 

[cnuveau]

When Brenda asked the question Mike stopped dead, just standing there in the middle of the dancefloor wondering how to respond. In the past he'd have dismissed her question as just being silly and refuse to even dignify it with a response. He'd been making an effort to avoid doing that though since he came to understand just how dismissive he was being in doing it. Regardless of how absurd her concerns might have sounded to him, he was committed to giving them the attention she felt that they deserved.

Mike removed his hands from her hips then grasped her hands as he looked into her eyes. "Of course not! It's just that you haven't seemed all that excited about doing much of anything with me these days so I just assumed you were going through the motions." he said, trying to lay the coldness that had settled between them off on her, even though he knew he felt exactly the same way.

When they met it had seemed like Bill and Cara were a godsend but as the evening progressed it was becoming clear to Mike that it was far from it. In a weird way, the way they got along together seemed to shine a spotlight on the inadequacies of their marriage and if it was going to have this effect in such a short time, he shuddered to think what hanging out with them for a couple weeks might do.

Bill could see that things had taken a turn with Mike and Brenda. The way they were dancing told him all he needed to know but when they stopped it seemed like things were definitely going off track for them. "Hey you think we should intervene here?" he whispered into Cara's ear before turning them so that she could see what was going on.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Mike had stopped dead on the dance floor, taking her hands in his.

"Of course not! It's just that you haven't seemed all that excited about doing much of anything with me these days so I just assumed you were going through the motions."

Brenda’s eyes got wide and her mouth fell open as she stared at her husband.

“But, but, I thought that’s what you were doing, Mike,” she whispered to him, “you’re always so busy and when you’re not busy, you always seem too tired to do anything. I just thought….”

She wanted to say that she just thought he didn’t find her attractive or desirable anymore, but somehow, those words refused to leave her lips. Maybe she was scared that’s exactly what he was going to tell her and it would kill her if that happened. They seemed to be at some crossroad in their lives right now and she didn’t know what to do.

 

[cnuveau]

As much as Mike wanted to reassure Brenda that his feelings for her hadn’t changed he didn’t want to lie to her either. Fact was, his attraction to her had waned. When they did get intimate it lacked any of the spark that was present in the beginning. He didn’t expect that it would be coming back so telling her nothing had changed seemed just as wrong.

“We just have to accept that this is who we are as a couple.” He said, trying to escape the situation without setting expectations that he had no intention of meeting.

Wanting to defuse whatever was going on Bill danced Cara over in the other couples direction. “You two dancing?” Bill asked, pretending not to have noticed that he was interrupting something.

Mike looked over, thankful for the distraction, and nodded. “We are.” He said as he let go of Brenda’s hands then moved his hands back to her hips and began moving again to the music. “

“We can talk about this later.” He whispered to Brenda not wanting to let on that they were having problems.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Mike’s lack of reassurance was discouraging. It certainly wasn’t what Brenda hoped to hear from him. So, how do they fix it? Before she could pose the question to her husband, Bill had maneuvered Cara close to them.

“You two dancing?”

Before she could even reply, Mike did so for them.

“We are.”

Brenda sighed, desperately trying to figure out a way to help them get through this. Was Mike’s whole attitude based on what he had perceived as her lackluster attitude toward their relationship. As Mike started to dance again, Brenda followed his motions.

“We can talk about this later.”

His whisper filled her ear. For some reason, she wanted to cry but forced herself not to. In response, she simply gave a small nod. But would they? Talk later. Mike was always saying that and then he forgot or got caught up in something else. She loved her husband, she did but sometimes…..

Her thoughts trailed off as her eyes followed Bill and Cara. How did they do it? They made it seem so easy. Maybe she should try to get Bill alone and ask him. She needed another man’s point of view. Maybe she wouldn’t seek him out today or even tomorrow, but there was time. They were all on a cruise and had plenty of that.

 

[cnuveau]

The couples danced for a while longer then nursed another drink before calling it a night. Mike did his best to keep things light but it was clear there was tension between he band Brenda. They walked out toward the elevator then then rode down to the level of their rooms then walked down the long narrow hall.

“You all must be near us.” Bill said as he and Cara followed along then stopped at their door just before Mike and Brenda stopped at the door next door. “Oh, neighbors. See you all tomorrow.”

Cara and Bill entered their room and Bill pulled Cara to him and kissed her. “Night cap on the balcony?” He said before producing the bottle of wine he’d brought on board with them.


After pouring a couple glasses the two walked onto the balcony feeling the crisp breeze blowing against them as the ship plowed through the calm seas.

“I had fun tonight.” He said as he stepped behind Cara as she leaned against the rail and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hand slipped from her side to her breast as his hips pressed against her. “It was all I could do to resist doing this on the dance floor.” He said as he caressed her breast and kissed the back of her neck.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Their door closed and Bill reached for Cara, kissing her. It was a kiss she enthusiastically returned.

“Night cap on the balcony?”

“Sounds lovely.”

Cara pushed open their balcony door and was met by a cool ocean breeze.

“I had fun tonight.”

“I’m glad.”

As Cara leaned against the balcony, looking out over the ocean, she felt Bill come up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. Feeling him pressing against her from behind, she leaned back against him. His warmth sank into her backside.

“It was all I could do to resist doing this on the dance floor.”

Cara felt his hand slip upward to her breast. As he caressed her breast, she felt his lips at the back of her neck. Her head canted slightly and lowered. A small soft audible moan left her lips.

“Well,” she said breathlessly, “I’m glad you saved it for here instead of on the dance floor. We might have been asked to leave.”

She gave a little laugh, which turned into another small moan.

 

[cnuveau]

"I'm tired, I'm going to get ready for bed." Mike said before darting into the bathroom and closing the door as soon as he and Brenda entered their cabin. He knew there was a good chance that Brenda would want to continue their conversation and he was desperate to avoid it. When they booked this trip he'd hoped that the time together would help them get back on the right track but now he wasn't even sure what the right track even looks like. It was all so twisted in his mind that he was sure that if they kept talking somehow a truth that he wasn't ready to share would slip out and destroy everything.

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The stiff sea breeze caused Cara's dress to flutter as Bill burned kisses into the back of her neck. "I know what you mean. I think it would have been frowned upon if I did something like this." Bill whispered into Cara's ear before slowly lowering himself to his knees behind her then sliding his hands up the side of her legs beneath her dress. When his fingers passed her hips the hooked the waist of her panties then lowered them past her hips.

It only took a moment before Bill had slid Cara's panties off of one foot then gathered the fabric of her dress enough to expose her to him. Guiding her hips toward him caused Cara to lean down onto the railing of the balcony as he lightly nibbled the back of her thighs then gripped her ass, spreading it wide, before burying his face between her thighs to taste her. "Fuck, I've wanted to do this all night." he breathed out before dragging his tongue along the length of her damp folds.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"I'm tired, I'm going to get ready for bed."

Breanda watched him scurry for the bathroom with disappointment in her eyes. Had it gotten so bad that they couldn’t even talk to each other now? She felt let down. Mike had said they’d talk about it later and what did he do? He scurried off to the bathroom on some lame excuse that he was tired. He wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all her. Well, now what to do with herself? She opened the door to their balcony and quietly stepped out. Glancing around, she suddenly froze. There, on the balcony of their own, was Cara leaning against the rail and Bill…. Where was Bill? Brenda was about to shout out to Cara when her eyes spied Bill on his knees behind Cara, his head under her dress. Silently, Brenda retraced her steps back inside, giving the couple their privacy. A quick glance at the closed bathroom door, strengthened Brenda’s resolved. Gathering up a shawl, she quietly moved to their cabin door and let herself out. Where to go? There was still a lot of activity aboard ship. She started down the corridor and headed for the casino.

 

[cnuveau]

Mike was just finishing up in the bathroom when he heard the click of the latch on their cabin door. "Bren?" he called out as he opened the bathroom door to find the room empty. He knew she probably left because she was pissed that he was ducking the conversation from earlier and there'd be hell to pay for it but he couldn't help but also feel relieved that she'd gone. On a ship there wasn't very far she could go so maybe it was for the best he told himself as he climbed beneath the covers.

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Declan had just finished his acoustic set in the lounge and was ready to find out what other entertainment he could find for the evening. He normally lived for being on the road and traveling from town to town around the gulf coast playing a collection of small venues that knew him well. Playing a cruise ship was never something he saw himself doing but he saw it as a way to spend his time working on original music while also continuing to work. It was a balancing act he'd never been able to figure out on the road so he thought he'd give it a shot.

Though the crowd in the lounge was far smaller and more sedate than he was used to he felt like his first show went well. He couldn't help but notice some of the ladies checking him out while their husbands weren't looking. With his long brown hair spilling over his loose silk shirt opened well down his toned chest and his faded ripped jeans. he was used to that type of attention. Granted, it was typically from a younger crowd but he did appreciate the more mature ladies too.

Making it to the elevator he pressed the up button then waited as drunk passengers stumbled past him and down the hallway to their cabins. When the doors slid open he noticed the attractive woman standing in the back with a shawl wrapped around her shoulders. "Going up?" he asked as his eyes traveled from hers down her figure then back again. Before she could answer Declan stepped into the elevator and the doors began to close.

"I'm Declan, you been able to find where the fun's at?" he asked, trying to strike up a conversation with the woman.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Brenda hovered at the back of the elevator as it stopped at various floors to either let people off or on. It felt strange to be out without Mike, but maybe this is what she needed. On one floor this golden Adonis got on. His hair wasn’t blonde but brown, but still. Breanda openly stared at him until he noticed her.

"Going up?"

She shook her head, blushing.

“No, down. I’m going to the casino.”

He stepped into the elevator and started up a conversation with her.

"I'm Declan, you been able to find where the fun's at?"

She gave him a small weak smile, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders.

“I'm Brenda. Actually, I haven’t really ventured into the ship but I thought maybe the casino would be a good place to start.”

 

[cnuveau]

The way she pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders made it seem to Declan that she was uncomfortable for some reason but it didn’t seem as if she was worried about him.

“yeah, that sounds like a good place to try.” He said, not necessarily inviting himself to join her but indicating that he might give the casino a look himself.

The elevator slowed to a stop when the doors slid open Declan took a step to the side to let Brenda pass. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked as she began to exit the elevator. Before continuing Declan lifted his hand to his mouth as if he was shielding it and telling her a secret. “Since I work on the boat I get free drinks.” Declan winked at the woman and offered her a playful smile.

She probably wouldn’t be someone he’d normally put the full court press on but the age of the people on the cruise seemed to skew older. Of the more mature ladies he’d seen, she was certainly one that stood out.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The elevator came to a stop on the main floor. The sounds hit her like a ton of bricks. People laughing, having a good time. Wasn’t that what a cruise was for? Declan stepped out of the elevator and to one side to allow Bren to pass him.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Since I work on the boat I get free drinks.”

He winked at her and gave her a laughful smile. It was infectious and that made her laugh.

“In that case, I’d love one and since you work aboard ship, maybe you could show me where to find the casino while we’re at it.”

He was young and terribly good-looking. Why he chose her for the evening, she didn’t know. However, she refused to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, she linked her arm through his.

“Lead on McDuff," she told him playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

 

[cnuveau]

When Declan spied the ring on her finger he assumed she’d blow him off or at the very least play coy at his offer to buy her a drink. When she eagerly accepted it was a bit of a surprise but a welcome one.

“Well alright!” He said with a big grin as she linked her arm with his. “I’m pretty sure it’s this way.” Declan had no idea where the casino was but the signage seemed to at least indicate they were on the right floor. Following the sound of music and people seemed like a reasonable thing to do.

When the reached the source of the sound they stepped in and realized it was one of the few night clubs on the ship. “Whoops, this doesn’t look like it.” He said stopping in his tracks as he looked at the people dancing on the dance floor. “Maybe we should stop for a drink though before we keep looking. We have to keep hydrated you know. Can’t be too careful.”

Declan led Brenda over to the bar then flashed his credentials before ordering a vodka redbull. “And what can I get you?” He asked looking over to Brenda as he leaned against the bar.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“Whoops, this doesn’t look like it.”

Bren gave a small laugh. No, it certainly wasn’t, but it looked fun nonetheless.

“Maybe we should stop for a drink though before we keep looking. We have to keep hydrated you know. Can’t be too careful.”

Brenda canted her head slightly.

“Maybe we should. Got to start somewhere, right?”

Declan placed his order and turned toward her.

“And what can I get you?”

“I’ll have a vodka and cranberry,” Brenda replied as she slid onto one of the stools at the bar.

He seemed so easy to talk to. Maybe that’s why he worked on a cruise ship.

“So, what do you do on the ship?”

She asked curious as she flashed the bartender a thank you smile as she reached for her drink.

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Cara was holding onto the ship’s rail with a death grip and moaned softly as Bill’s tongue found her slippery lips and slid between them. She spread her legs as wide apart as she possibly could.

“Oh god, Bill... baby…. that feels… amazing. Don't stop. Oh... yes... fuck me with your tongue.... ”

She pressed back against his face and knew she needed more from him…eventually. Right now, she would enjoy the ride on his tongue before she begged him to fuck her with his cock.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill never really had the ability to deny Cara but when she pleaded with him like she was doing now, all he wanted to do was please her. With a firm grip he spread her wide then began to dart his tongue into her, tasting just how wet she was getting. For a moment he was concerned about how far the sound of her moans was carrying but between the sound of the ocean and the stiff breeze that was blowing he imagined they were safe.

“Fuck I need to be inside you.” He gasped out breathlessly as he pulled his mouth from her. He’d worked himself into a heated frenzy that left only one thing on his mind.

Climbing up from his crouched position Bill quickly worked his belt lose then lowered his slacks as one hand continued to stroke Cara’s soaking folds. “Bring that ass here.” He growled out as he stepped forward then guided his cock into her wetness.

As the ship continued to cruise through the darkness Bill and Cara’s balcony was alive with the sound of Bill’s hips slapping hard against Cara’s ass. His hand slowly traced up her spine until it found her thick hair then pulled it taut as he slammed into her.


“I’m a musician. I play in the upper deck lounges in the evenings.” Declan replied as he settled into the barstool next to Brenda. His fingers traced lightly over her hand then down to her wedding ring where they glided over it. “Maybe you and your husband can come check out my set one night.” Declan paused for a moment before flashing Brenda another smile. “Or if you want to come by yourself and let it be our little secret, that’s fine with me too.”

The last thing he wanted to do was remind her of her husband, wherever he was but it seemed like the easiest way to find out just how willing she might be to forget him for a little while.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Cara wanted to howl as Bill slammed his cock into her wetness. She settled for a guttural moan instead.

“Oh god, Bill. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

She didn’t care if anyone heard them. Cara’s only focus was having Bill slam into her wet, needy pussy as deeply and hard as he could. She grabbed the rail as he pulled back to ready herself for his forward plunge. Grinding her hips back against his.

“Gods Bill, I love you so much.”

She managed to gasp out as Bill drove her up onto her toes with his every slam forward. She heard the whimpers, the moans. It all came from her. Cara found herself enjoying every moment of his forcefulness. Her pussy was wet and clingy. She could feel herself tighten around his cock, not wanting to let it go.

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“Maybe you and your husband can come check out my set one night…. “Or if you want to come by yourself and let it be our little secret, that’s fine with me too.”

Brenda could not explain why her heart raced at his invitation. She sipped her drink, trying to hide the trembling in her body. He was a musician. He must be use to clandestine meetings with the ladies aboard ship, even married ones. Still, she wasn’t sure she wanted to get involved in that sort of thing.

“Maybe. I’ll have to ask him. Apparently, he doesn’t want to do anything with me aboard this ship and this trip is supposed to be about us.”

Brenda paused and hid her face in her drink momentarily before she spoke again.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t burden you with my problems. This is a cruise and we should be drinking, laughing and having a good time. Are you working tonight or is it your day off?”

 

[cnuveau]

Bill knew this vacation was going to be good for them but he had no idea just how good it would be. The day before at the hotel and then now were just as hot as the nights that followed the discovery of their new lifestyle and they didn’t seem to need the club or anyone else to make it happen. He loved that he and Cara seemed to be connecting at a much deeper level.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He groaned out as he pounded hard into her. Any thought of the world around them or anyone hearing them vanished from his mind.

Bill’s muscles began to spasm and a shudder passed through his body as his orgasm hit. He could feel his cock pulsating deep inside Cara as it began to release jets of is thick seed into her. With a final thrust Bill gripped her hips tightly, holding Cara firm as the last of his payload emptied into her.

“God you’re incredible.” He said softly as his senses began to return.



“That’s a shame. I couldn’t imagine letting you walk around the ship by yourself if you were mine.” Declan said as he stretched his fingers out to engulf her hand. “His loss.”

The dissatisfaction with her husband at the moment seemed apparent and it didn’t seem like it would take much to get her to act on that disappointment.

“It’s not a problem at all. It’s what’s on your mind so there’s nothing wrong with talking about it. Maybe I can help you forget about it for a moment. I’m done playing for the night so I’m all yours if you want.” Declan said, flashing another view of his bright smile. Declan’s hand moved from her hand to her thigh and he lightly stroked his fingers across the soft fabric of her dress. “So let’s do that. Drink, laugh and have a good time. What would you like to do?”

Declan fell silent and his hand slipped higher up her thigh as he leaned in closer and held her gaze.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Cara felt Bill’s movements speed up and she matched him. When she felt him push her against the railing and with one last hard push, felt his cock start to ripple inside her, Cara moaned, gripping the railing hard. His hot cum painted the wall of her pussy as her muscles milked him, her own orgasm ripping through her body. Then, she went limp. Her legs feeling weak as Bill’s words hit her ears.

“God you’re incredible.”

She managed a weak chuckle.

“So are you, love. So are you.”

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“….I’m done playing for the night so I’m all yours if you want.”

Oh dear god, when was the last time she had heard such words? Had she ever heard them? Declan took his hand away from hers and she felt him touch her thigh. She buried her nose in her glass, pretending to concentrate on finishing off her drink.

“What would you like to do?”

Bren gulped. She set her glass on the bar top with shaky hands. What she wanted to do was kiss this gorgeous man sitting at her side and she had the feeling that he would return her kiss. Instead…

“I say, let’s go find the casino and I want to find out if Lady Luck is going to sit on my shoulder or not.”

She gave him a smile and slid from the stool.