Ship of Fools

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The first day was perfect and dinner that night memorable. The couples went back to their cabins and both men discovered that duty free shopping included sexy lingerie. Alex got very lucky. Steven got laid too- but he had a lot on his mind.

"You seemed a little distracted honey." Debbie lay on her back beside her husband, both enjoying their post orgasmic glow. "I mean, one minute you're making love the next you're fucking me hard, really hard - not that I'm complaining about the hard part. I mean I kind of like it when you get all macho with me. Makes me feel like you're...I guess I mean I really like it."

Debbie rambled on as Steve considered the options before him. The bottom line when all was said and done was clear enough. Alex was offering Cathy to him on a silver platter. Alex didn't seem to mind; hell he was practically insisting that Steve screw his wife. Steve had to admit to himself that a free pass to fuck Cathy was tempting in the extreme.

"Earth to Stevie. Oh look at you." Debbie wrapped her hand around his erect cock. "I can't believe you're hard again so fast...looks like I'm the lucky one tonight."

Steve watched his wife straddle him, impale herself, and slowly post up and down on his cock. He had to smile; Debbie didn't need to know that the erection she was enjoying was courtesy of his fantasizing about fucking Cathy. He watched his wife fuck with a smile of deep enjoyment. He realized that she had done nothing wrong - what had occurred at the Halloween party was all Alex's fault. Cathy had done nothing wrong - once again, it was Alex's fault. Steven's choice was easy.

Debbie shifted forward, grinding her pubic bone against his, then leaning back and coming forward at a slightly different angle. He realized she was trying to accomplish something. "Hey careful honey, you don't want to break anything. We have plenty of time to enjoy."

Debbie looked at him and frowned. "I'm trying to find the position or angle you used when you fucked me at that Halloween party. That was some of the best fucking you've ever given me...you were so deep, I came so hard."

Steve was speechless - she was still thinking about that damn Halloween party? Well fuck that! Tomorrow night should work just fine he thought. He reared up, causing Debbie to squeal in surprise. He moved behind her positioning her on the edge of the bed. Steven gripped his wife's hips and thrust into her as hard and as fast as he could. Debbie complained at first, but Steve didn't miss a thrust. He was so preoccupied with his own orgasm he had no idea if his wife came. Once he was finished he pulled out, lay down and was asleep in seconds.

"I should be angry with you Steven Tenet. I am so damn sore this morning," Debbie glared at her husband then let her face soften into adoring love as she lightly fondle Steve's morning erection. "I'm way too sore to fuck...howse 'bout a good morning blow job?"

Steven stared up at the ceiling as Debbie sucked and slobbered all over his cock. His anger from the night before had dissipated and once again he was unsure. He let Debbie finish - no need to stop a perfectly good blowjob - and then they showered and headed off to breakfast.

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Something was going on. Debbie watched Steve and Alex talking quietly off to the side of the room. It had started at breakfast and here it was again at lunch, something was up with those two. She speculated that they were probably going to sneak off to one of the pools and look for young girls wearing thong bikinis or even sunbathing topless. She leaned toward Cathy to comment about that and was reminded at once of the soreness of her bottom - thanks to Steven and his short, thick cock. That's when it hit her - short and thick, not long and deep - and Debbie sat back up. It wasn't Steven at the party she knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Someone else was wearing one of those Scream costumes and that someone else had fucked her! Good Lord.

Suddenly things began to fall into place. Debbie had been fucked by a longer thinner cock; that's why it touched places so deep inside her. She understood now why she hadn't tasted herself on Steven's cock when she gave him the blowjob on the way home. He hadn't cleaned himself in a bathroom or anything, because he hadn't fucked her. Then when they got home - damn - Steven hadn't reacted until she was begging him to "fuck me like you did earlier." DAMN! Steve knew he hadn't fucked her and that someone else had! That's what he was sick about!

But if Steve knew it wasn't him why didn't he say anything to her? One possible answer stunned Debbie - he did know who had fucked her. Maybe there wasn't a second Scream costume, Steven might have lent it to someone he knew - but why hadn't he said anything? Debbie perked up, this question and others began to form in her mind. She loved a challenge and what was more she loved Steven. He knew that she'd had sex - mistakenly - with another man and hadn't beat her over her head with the knowledge. She smiled at his understanding and compassion - "oh Stevie."

Having accepted that another man fucked her (and very well thank you) that night; Debbie was fairly positive that Steve hadn't set her up (frankly she doubted he'd have the imagination or the kink to do such a thing [but what if he did? That was filed away for future exploration]). She was fairly certain that he knew who did, even if that knowledge was realized after the fact. Debbie did feel for her husband, it must have been a terrible shock to know someone else had fucked his wife...that certainly explained his throwing up that night.

She traced the events that followed the party and was surprised when she noticed that she and Steve hadn't done much socializing with Alex and Cathy until this trip. Debbie and Cathy talked and met often enough but either Steve or Alex always had a reason that kept the couples apart. Then Steven and Alex played together in a golf tournament and now they were all together on this cruise. Something didn't quite fit.

By dinnertime Debbie had discovered a juicy, yet puzzling piece of information. There had been no charity golf cruise prize - at least not as far as the cruise line was concerned; they hadn't offered any such thing. It didn't make sense that the guys would have paid for this out of their own pockets - no way; not without talking to either her or Cathy. Did this cruise somehow figure into the events of the party? She had a suspicion but nothing more.

At dinner the table conversation was subdued. One thing however was obvious to the point of irritation. Both men seemed overly focused on Cathy. It wasn't blatant, but there it was before her. Or was she just jealous the Cathy was bra less and she wasn't. Debbie had a bunch of puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together. Something was going on but she just couldn't see it yet - or was she just being overly suspicious?

At 9:47 PM, unbeknownst to Debbie, a significant piece of the puzzle was played. Alex had gone to the bar and returned with fresh drinks. Debbie missed the wink the husbands shared. Cathy's slight slurring didn't go unnoticed but it was also expected as everyone knew that Cathy couldn't hold her liquor. When she was suddenly unable to stack her chips, Alex stated she'd drunk too much too quickly and was "done for the night." There was nothing unusual when Alex decided to escort her back to their cabin saying "I shall return." Everything seemed so normal; Debbie began to wonder if she had got it all wrong. Maybe the only thing to do was reward her husband for his patience and understanding.

Ten minutes later Steven pushed his pile of chips toward his wife, "I'm gonna go find a bathroom, stretch my legs, then check out the midnight buffet. Don't loose it all on one hand babe." He was rewarded with a long, pink tongue being stuck out at him. He slipped off the stool, headed out of the casino and turned left. The plan was to meet Alex in a small lounge area near their room so there was no need to mess with keys. Alex would give Steven until midnight to enjoy Cathy's charms.

Debbie smiled and waved him off and laid out her bet as the cards were dealt. She had just looked at her cards (Black Jack! - an ace and a queen) she turned to express her joy when it struck her - she was alone. She looked over her shoulder towards the exit in time to see Steven turn left - fresh air and food was to the right. She swept up her chips and left the casino. She followed slowly, waiting for Steven to turn a corner before following. Where was he headed, what was going on here?

ALEX SAYS "SHIT" FOUR TIMES

Alex woke in the dark cabin and fumbled toward the bathroom. He turn the overhead light on and stood in front of the toilet before releasing a satisfying stream of piss. He gave his cock two shakes and looked down.

"SHIT!" His pubic hair was a congealed mess of cum and other bodily fluids. He quickly ran the water in the tiny sink and began to clean himself. He couldn't help but smile - even with the events of last night he was still one up on ole Steve.

Getting Cathy back to the cabin had been a bigger chore then he'd expectedwet. Fortunately undressing her had been fairly easy - good thing he'd talked her into going commando that night. He'd been tempted to enjoy a quickie before leaving the room but decided against it figuring Steve wouldn't have appreciated getting sloppy seconds.

Sloppy seconds - Alex watched as his cock grew. He'd done it in college on more than one occasion; sloppy seconds, wet decks, a hot buttered bun. Cathy and he had rolled played it many times, but following yourself in your wife couldn't possibly compare to following another man. He stroked his erection; Alex found the idea arousing. Last night he'd been too tired - not any more. Alex turned off the light. He was going to enjoy his sloppy seconds - to bad if Steven felt otherwise.

"SHIT!" What if after he left Debbie had fallen aback asleep? What if Steven tried to get some action when he got back to his cabin? Alex sighed - why had he fucked Debbie a second (and third, and than a fourth) time last night? Why - because he could and she was willing. Damn she was more than willing, she was insistent.

Alex had scarcely finished watching Steve close the cabin door when Debbie appeared at this elbow. Alex hemmed and hawed and then in an inspired bit of chicanery he exclaimed. "I didn't have a choice. I couldn't think of any other way to protect our marriages."

"Protect our marriages? Is Steve in there with Cathy? He is isn't he - what the fuck is going on here Alex?" And the question was no sooner asked then Debbie saw the puzzle pieces fall into place. "It was you at the Halloween party wasn't it?"

Twenty minutes later, Debbie and Alex were naked and engaged in some serious oral sex. This was followed by an energetic doggy style fuck during which Debbie recognized Alex's cock by the places it touched inside her that Stevens didn't. The second go round was Debbie straddling Alex, his cock even deeper inside her. The fourth and final was Alex in Debbie's ass. She tried it once with Steven but his dick was just too thick to be comfortable, Alex's long, thin cock filled her bottom deliciously full.

Alex had left Debbie's cabin and wandered back to the casino they'd all left earlier and enjoyed a drink - it seemed the perfect nightcap for a thoroughly delightful evening. At quarter past midnight he wandered back to his cabin. Stripping off his clothes he crawled into bed beside his naked wife and fell immediately to sleep.

Alex dried his erection and walked back into the cabin. He realized how badly he wanted his wife now. He wanted her after he'd let another man fuck her. Alex's cock throbbed in anticipation. He rolled on top of his wife and eased the tip of his cock up and down the seam of her cunt. When the tip was good and wet he pushed slowly forward. Oh she was wet all right; he couldn't help but moan as he entered her. Cathy moaned too and tilted her pelvis up allowing Alex's thrust to fill her completely. Her legs wrapped around him and he began a slow steady motion.

Alex was surprised how long he lasted; usually an early morning fuck found him quick on the trigger. He was actually sweating as he thrust harder and harder. He was just about to call it a "good effort" and go shower when Cathy made her pre-orgasm sounds - she never came in the morning from straight fucking! He kept a steady rhythm and was rewarded with a tightening of the legs around him and a gentle scratching of his back. They came within moments of each other.

After some post coital kissing Alex started to pull his limp dick free - he was spent. His wife had other ideas. "Your not done yet mister. After last night, you owe me, I can't believe how you tortured me last night."

Alex perked up - what the fuck had Steven done? Had Steven gotten carried away?

"You were so kinky such a very bad boy." Alex was really paying attention now. "How did you resist me? It was torture lying naked with you and you wouldn't do anything to me. I guess I drank too much because I couldn't do anything to you. It was exquisite agony when you got up and left me; I wanted to scream, "come back here and fuck me you bastard." Then you finally did come back - you were gone so long - then you fell asleep immediately. I was going crazy half the night before I finally slept."

"What do you mean I didn't do anything sweetie. I gave you a good fucking..."

"Yeah just now - but last night was so frustrating." Cathy squeezed her cunt around Alex's cock. "Your naked hot skin next to me and you touching my boobs and stuff but you never did enough. I was crazy for it and all you did was barely touch me - not even a good finger fuck. Then you left and I would have chased you naked down the corridor but I still couldn't move. When you came back into the room you fell asleep. Thank God you finally did me this morning, now I want more."

Cathy slid down and began to suck her husband's cock. A couple of times she stopped and looked up at him with a puzzled expression - his cock refused to respond. She licked, she fondled, she sucked - no response.

Alex hardly noticed Cathy's efforts to arouse him. He was mystified by what she had just said. Steven hadn't done anything to her; he hadn't even tried anything? And while that may have been puzzling, something else was positively worrisome. Five little words thundered in his head - "you were gone so long." Alex panted on the verge of hyperventilation at the implication. "SHIT!"

"I guess you are done." Cathy released the limp organ from her hand. "You better chug some vitamins today big boy, because I'll be demanding satisfaction tonight. Why don't you shower first, I need to take the edge off and you don't get to watch...you had your chance. Now go."

At the closing of the bathroom door Cathy's hand dove between her legs and she rubbed her cunt; alternately dipping her fingers inside her then rubbing her clit. Within a couple of minutes she knew it wasn't going to happen quickly enough without a little something extra. She licked her fingers (God she loved her own scent and taste) Cathy waited for the sound of the shower before she rolled out of bed and rummaged through her bag. She was looking for her Rabbit "Don't leave home without it!" Vibrator. Joy toy in hand she turned and inadvertently stepped onto Alex's discarded clothes. She bent forward and picked them up. She brought his briefs to her face and sniffed (she liked his scent too!)

Something was different. Something else was there. She sniffed at the briefs again, then her fingers. She did it a couple of times, her curiosity slowly giving way to ire. The bathroom door opened and she looked up with a ferocious glare and threw the briefs at her husband.

"You fucking bastard."

"SHIT!"

FACTS ARE FACTS

"May I come in?" Steven stepped aside as Cathy Agnew entered his apartment. He offered and she accepted a glass of wine. "I don't know if Alex has already told you..."

"I haven't seen or talked to Alex since the ship." Steven looked at the beautiful woman before and wondered again why he hadn't taken advantage of her that night. He knew the quick answer, the nice guy answer - she had done nothing wrong. Of the four she was the most innocent. Yet he couldn't deny that if he had done something what transpired later may have been less painful for all concerned.

"Oh. Okay, well then I'll just say it; Alex signed the divorce papers today; he chose not to fight it. So that's it. I'm done with him." Cathy sighed and chugged down her wine. Steve refilled her glass. Her expression said "your turn."

"Nothing really to say about Debbie and me. We haven't really talked since everything fell apart." Steven gave Cathy his best effort at a "your turn" expression.

"That's it?" Cathy looked at him and shook her head. "I always thought you were one of the good guys Steve, guess I was wrong."

"How many times do I have to apologize for touching you?" Even as he spoke he knew it would still sound lame, even wimpy. Why had he ever let Alex talk him into it? Steven knew his reason, he thought he could teach Alex a lesson. Steven looked down at the floor and shook his head. "I never intended..."

"I'm not talking about that!" Cathy glared at him. "It's not like you did anything anyway. I'm talking about what you did to Debbie."

"What I did? What I did! I didn't...she and Alex...they...you expect me to apologize for that? What they did, they did on their own." Steve felt his anger rise up again. He hated that it still burned within him, hated that what Debbie had done still affected him. His voice turned cold. "I didn't do half what she did, besides - I was drunk (he mimicked Debbie's voice.) Isn't that the universal excuse?"

"C'mon Steve, Debbie is as much a victim here as you are, as we all are - except my ex husband, the Incredible Asshole. Don't you see, every time something wrong was done - Alex was involved? Debbie didn't know it was him at the party; you know that. You know he drugged me too; and I know you feel bad about that but Alex talked you into it - don't you see? And then he had a drunk and confused Debbie thinking that you and I had been having a long-term affair. He told Debbie that I would leave him if he didn't allow it to continue. She wasn't thinking straight. He manipulated her, just like he manipulated you and me." Cathy moved next to him and took hold of his hands. "But what you did to Debbie ..."

"What I did?" Steven's misery came to the fore. "You don't know what its like to listen from the other side of the door as your wife moans about how great it feels to be fucked in her ass! She always refused me but she didn't refuse Alex. So I went and got drunk, there was a girl in the bar; we went back to her cabin. I spent the night - I saw no reason to contact Debbie."

"She was crazy with worry. She didn't what was going on? Nobody knew where you were until the captain made that announcement asking you to contact the crew if you were on board." Cathy moved closer still and turned Steven's head to look directly in his eyes. "I thought you loved her but when you finally showed up you just ignored her. Do you have any idea how devastating that is? Do you? I had no idea you were so cold hearted."

"You seem to be forgetting that she had sex with Alex on two separate occasions." Steven was uncomfortable. As much with Cathy's proximity as with his weakening resolve. Alex may have been the grand manipulator here but he had gotten a thorough assist from Steven.

"Oh come on Steve. She wanted to have sex with you at the party, she didn't know it was Alex. She did nothing wrong, unless wanting to give her husband a special treat is wrong, is it wrong to love some one so much?"

"No, but..." Steven's anger was ebbing.