A Sailing Honeymoon Ch. 08

(I know the cat is out of the bag! I just can't figure out why Roy hasn't confronted me about Todd. But the why's don't really matter anymore because I've already given up hope that Roy will ever forgive me.)

When we arrived at Luigi's, I felt terribly guilty about how some of the patrons looked at us; and all but laughed in Roy's face as the maître d' escorted us to a table. Once we were seated, I saw Sandy and Rob across the restaurant. Becky still had her face buried in her mother's shoulder, and they were doing their best to ignore us. Then a new wave of guilt washed over me as I thought, another bridge burnt.

By the time the maître d' finished listing off the evening's choices, Todd's words were echoing in my head again, and I couldn't help but wonder if that's why Roy hadn't confronted me about him. Then a prickle of anger shot up my spine as it dawned on me that all this drama could have been avoided if Roy wasn't too fucking proud to admit how he really felt.

The waiter showed up with another bottle of their finest champagne and said it was on-the-house but he didn't say from whom. I presumed it was the Captain's way of saying he was sorry for everything Roy had endured today. Then Roy started to tell the waiter we didn't want the champagne.

"Speak for yourself," I cut in.

Hell! It was a free four-hundred-plus-dollar bottle of champagne, and I figured a glass or two would make Todd's dog-and-pony show at Gulliver's more tolerable. Roy was brooding, and "pass the salt" was the extent of our dinner conversation. When the waiter asked if we would like dessert. We declined, and Roy slipped him a twenty with a wink for the free bottle.

I wasn't going to let good champagne go to waste and grabbed the bottle to top off my glass one last time before we left, but it was empty? Huh, I didn't think Roy had drank that much.

He suggested we catch the sunset, but after my fall from grace with Becky, I wasn't enthused about the idea, and I hoped we didn't run into the Gomezes. Then I figured, what the hell? The sundeck was as good a place as any to kill time until we headed to Gulliver's.

"Sure. Whatever you want to do, Hubby!" I blurted out a little louder than I intended, then someone at a nearby table coughed out a not-so-veiled, "Cuck!"

I wasn't sure where "Hubby" came from, as I stifled a giggle. But Then I decided my Freudian slip of the tongue was only fair after Roy's smart-assed "If the shoe fits, wear it" remark.

We made our way up to the sundeck and kicked back on some loungers. It was cloudy to the west, so the sunset wasn't much more than a short-lived red tint high in the sky, and I was glad the Gomezes didn't bother to come up.

I knew Roy was in a bad mood, but I really hoped he would dance with me tonight. I love to dance, and we hadn't been out dancing since New Year's Eve! We had an incredible time that night, and I hoped that if I reminded Roy of the good times, it would help lighten his mood.

"Do you remember the last time we went out dancing?" I asked as I instinctively took his hand.

"I sure do," he replied with a smile and tone that suddenly gave me hope all was not lost.

I reassured Roy that all we needed to do, was buy Todd and his friends a round of drinks, mingle a little, and then get out of there.

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled.

That's when I realized I had mistaken a good memory for hope and blew up at Roy out of disgust with the whole situation.

"Damn it, Roy! We're stuck on this fuckin' boat, and I'm not going to hide in our room because you are embarrassed about falling overboard!"

I knew he wasn't actually embarrassed about that, as much as he was about everyone thinking Todd was fucking his wife. But if Roy wasn't going to be truthful with himself about how he felt, then why the fuck should I be, I thought.

He was pissed and made it clear that he was not embarrassed about falling overboard. Then he angrily stated he wasn't putting up with any more of their shit! But again, he didn't call-me-out about Todd, and I began to think Todd was right. Roy would never admit that it turned him on when other men chased after me, caught me, and had their way with me.

I couldn't explain why I was so upset about his denial, but I could feel my rage building, and I was done pretending he would ever take me back.

"Well, I'm not hiding. I'm going dancing. So if you wanna go hide in the room... Fine! I'm sure I can find somebody to dance with me at Gulliver's," I declared.

I was determined to make the best of the situation and, at the very least, go dancing. Even if it was to some lame-ass technopop, I thought as I stomped off and left Roy sitting there. I figured he would just go back to our room and sulk. And to be honest, I didn't really care what he did at that moment.

Roy was right behind me when I got to the bottom of the stairs, but I just ignored him and headed for Gulliver's. Instead of heading to our room, he began to follow me. I stopped in my tracks, spun around, and faced him.

"The room is that way!" I angrily spat as I pointed toward our stateroom.

I didn't want Roy to come along if he was just going to be a whiny little bitch about everything.

"So it is," Roy said with a sly grin as he held out his arm to escort me.

Frankly, I was surprised by his attitude change as I took his arm and headed for Gulliver's. I hoped he was ready to buck up, swallow his pride, and get through the public humiliation of admitting that he owed Todd and his friends a drink for saving his life. But I wasn't sure how Roy would act once Todd started his rude cocky bullshit. Todd was a great fuck, but truth-be-told, he was an asshole and could learn a thing or two about being a gentleman from Roy.

Sure enough, the DJ was playing some lame-ass technopop when we arrived at Gulliver's. Then just after we walked into the club, Terra caught me off guard when she came up behind us, latched onto our shoulders, and stuck her head between ours.

It turned out that Terra sent us the champagne, and Roy politely thanked her. Then she kissed him on the cheek, and I could tell it made him uncomfortable, and my hackles went up! I knew it was just a harmless peck on the cheek, and I didn't have the right to be jealous after everything I had done. It just made me feel very protective of Roy. But then, I had nowhere to go with those feelings and put them away as Terra led us to some tables by the dance floor.

Todd was surprisingly civil and said he was glad to see Roy up and walking around. Then he raised his glass, and when all the guys cheered, I began to think maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. But then Terra sat Roy across from Todd, and I could feel his disdain as she ushered me around the table, sat me next to Todd, and sat herself between Roy and me.

I was suddenly very nervous that Terra would make a scene in front of Roy. I wasn't ready to let that cat out-of-the-bag; just yet. Although, I was sure Roy would think it was great as much as he liked girl-on-girl porn. But then, Terra handed me a flute of champagne and called me "pet!" Well, so much for that, I thought as we raised our glasses in a toast, and she blew me a kiss.

Then a young, pretty waitress named Carrie came to the table. Todd told her Roy was buying the next round as the crude bastard ran his hand up her leg, then played with her ass under her miniskirt while he rattled off the drink order. She seemed to like it, and I figured Carrie was one of his fuck bunnies.

Then Todd asked me what kind of music I liked to dance to. I looked at the dance floor and saw there were only two couples shuffling around to the Technopop. I wasn't surprised since most of the couples in the club were in their forties and fifties. But then, I knew just what to do about that, and told Todd I loved dancing to old rock n' roll. I was sure that would get the crowd going and lighten the mood.

Todd relaid my request to Carrie, then slapped her ass. She jumped with a giggly squeal, then sashayed around the table and held her hand out as Roy reluctantly fished-out his room keycard. Carrie snatched the card from his hand and blew him a slutty little kiss. Then she strutted to the DJ stand, relayed my request, and headed for the bar.

A moment later, the DJ cut the music and announced Roy Benson was buying everyone a round. I knew he had to be fuming, and I was afraid he would lose it, but to my surprise, he just sat there stoically as the crowd cheered. Then the DJ announced my request and called me "Miss Benson," but Roy didn't seem bothered by it, and I was glad because the first song the DJ played was one of my favorites.

I ran around the table, pulled Roy out of his chair, and out to the crowded dance floor as Bob Seager's Old Time Rock & Roll filled the club. He actually smiled at me, and I wished we were back at that New Year's Eve party, and had never left, as I danced with my husband and forgot all our troubles. Then, after only a couple songs, Terra cut in, and I felt horrible for Roy as he turned with a resigned look and walked away.

"Oh, don't worry about your hubby. He'll come around, eventually," Terra shouted over the music as she ground against my body.

I had to admit she was a good dancer as we moved and grooved to Warrant's Cherry Pie, but I was worried about Roy and kept checking the table. It looked like the boys were all getting along okay, and I finally relaxed and got back into the music. As it turned out, she wasn't just a good dancer. Terra was a great dancer. Of course, I had danced with women before; it's inevitable when you're at a big club. But I'd never cut loose and danced with another woman like this, and I was having a blast!

Suddenly, Terra stopped dancing and held her finger to my lips in a hold-on gesture. Then she lifted the hem of her little black club dress and pulled her phone from her stocking. I couldn't help but notice her very expensive lace garter and that she wasn't wearing panties as she checked her phone.

It was a text from Todd that simply said, "Non-believer."

I looked at the table and saw the dismissive smirk on Roy's face. The text suddenly made perfect sense, and I understood why Roy would be skeptical, given how adamant I'd always been about my heterosexuality. Then a naughty chill ran through my body at the thought of playing with Terra in front of Roy, and without a second thought, I sucked her finger deep into my mouth and put on a show for the boys. Not to mention all the people dancing around us.

After a few more songs, I tipped up my hand to let Terra know I was thirsty. Then I took off through the crowd, giddy with hope that things might work out with Roy after all. I couldn't explain it, but as Terra chased after me and playfully grabbed at my ass, I just knew he was starting to accept his feelings.

We hopped into our chairs, and I gave Roy a naughty smirk as Terra poured us more champagne. I was sure he had lots of hot girl-on-girl images running around his perverted mind as Terra and I stared deep into each other's eyes, toasted, and downed our flutes in one shot. Then she stood, pulled me to my feet, and told the guys we needed to use the little girls' room. I put my finger to my lips and gave Roy a facetious "Oh-my!" look as she dragged me away. I knew what was about to happen, and I was sure he did too.

Given how we left things after the aerobics class, I wasn't sure what to expect, and I was a little apprehensive as we weaved through the crowd. Once we made it to the relative quiet of the hall, Terra broke the ice.

"I'm pretty sure it's a universal guy thing. But how does Roy feel about two women making out?" She asked with a genuine girl-talk attitude that made me feel more at ease.

"Oh, he likes it as much as the next guy," I replied with a guilty smirk as I thought about all the times we watched porn together and how, whenever Roy picked out some girl-on-girl, we always teased each other about it.

We actually had to pee and took separate stalls to do our business. Then Terra called out, "Come here, my pet."

I had no delusions about what would happen next, but I'd never eaten a pussy before, and I was a little nervous. I knew what I liked, and I'd seen and read enough porn to know what to do. I was just worried I wouldn't do a good job and disappoint Terra.

When I pushed open the stall door, Terra had a serious look on her face, and I was suddenly very nervous.

"Sit, my pet. We need to talk," Terra said as she patted her lap.

I sat in her lap with my back to her the way she wanted.

"It's okay, my pet. Relax," Terra reassured me as she slipped her hands into the sides of my dress.

I knew she was enamored with my tits, and a low lusty rumbling moan escaped her lips as she cupped and kneaded them.

"Now, despite the impressive show you put on when you boarded the ship. It didn't take Todd long to figure out that you and Roy are what people who play in our world call; wannabes and virgins," Terra stated as she twisted my nipples hard and held them pinched.

I moaned as the pain and pleasure caused my whole body to shake, and I could feel the building heat and moisture in my panties.

"Todd and I also concluded that you're the one who got all worked up about living out your Hotwife fantasies."

Terra released my nipples, grabbed my tits, and pulled me against her chest as she nuzzled into my hair and began to plant soft wet kisses all over the back of my neck, then whispered in my ear.

"We also got the impression that your hubby has never considered playing any swinging or cuckold games."

"No... You're right. That was all me," I breathlessly admitted as Terra kneaded my tits and nibbled my earlobe.

"Well, what you need to know, my pet. Is, that there are many kinds of cuckold men in this world... But," Terra sighed, "I'm afraid I have to agree with Todd. Your hubby is the brooding closet cuck type who will never talk about his true feelings. Now, I know this is hard for you to understand because you are such a sexual free spirit, and you want to share all your desires with him," she said with the insight of a woman who had been a part of that world for a long time and knew what she was talking about.

"I just love Roy so much, and we have always shared everything, and he has always been happy to play my kinky games," I confided.

I shook with waves of pleasure as Terra worked my nipples and kissed my neck. Yet, I wanted to cry because I knew she was right about Roy.

"You simply can't, my pet. If you confront your hubby about this, he will, at best, shut down. And if you push him, he will leave you, or worse. You just need to be confident and secure in the knowledge that, deep down, he derives great satisfaction from you being pleasured. Whether he is making love to you or sharing your bountiful free spirit with someone else who finds you as desirable as he does. Do you understand, my pet?" Terra asked, with empathy I didn't think she possessed.

"Yes," I replied with a shudder as Terra pulled my dress up and slipped her hand down the front of my soaked panties.

"That's it, my pet. Give in to the pleasure," Terra purred in my ear as she slipped her middle finger between my wet lips. "But now, you have my interest piqued! So what are these kinky games you and your hubby play?" Terra asked with a deep sexy lilt.

I was breathing hard and could barely speak as she worked her magic on my clit and nibbled on my earlobe.

"W-we like to play, the pool boy! A-and sometimes when Roy gets home from work... Oooh, God!" I gasped out as she slid two fingers deep into my hot cunt. "S-sometimes he comes to the front door, rings the doorbell and pretends to be a salesman, and I always buy the same thing," I purred as Terra finger fucked me, worked a nipple, and sucked my earlobe.

"Well, that tracks. Those games are definitely rooted in cuckold fantasies," she breathed into my ear as she furiously rubbed my clit.

I shook and moaned loudly and prayed there was no one else in the bathroom to hear me as Terra quickly brought me to the precipice. Then she pulled her dripping-wet fingers out, grabbed my nipples, and twisted hard.

"You're not allowed to cum, until I say so," she declared with an ominous tone. "Do you understand, my pet?"

"Uh-huh!" I mumbled as waves of pain and pleasure coursed through my body.

"Anything else my naughty pet wants to share?" Terra asked, then she let go of my nipples, shoved her wet pussy-juice-covered fingers into her mouth, and ravenously sucked them clean as she waited for my reply.

"Well, to be honest. I really didn't know much about cuckolds or hotwives until I started reading porn stories about it last summer. But, then I fo..." I choked up and couldn't finish my thought.

It just felt wrong to tell anyone that I'd talked Roy into eating my pussy after he fucked me. He never said it out loud, but I was sure he expected me to keep that a secret from even my best friend Kathy, and I actually had.

"I can believe that. Almost every couple I've played with over the years got into the lifestyle, more or less, the same way. But what are you hiding, my pet? Come-on, you can tell me. You are a Hotwife now, and we have no secrets in this world," Terra stated with conviction as she squeezed and hefted my breasts, enjoying the weight of them in her hands.

Then the floodgates opened, and I felt free to tell Terra everything; sure, there was nothing she hadn't heard before.

"Well, then I found myself masturbating to stories about Hotwives having their husbands eat their pussies after they'd been with their lovers. It took me a long time to get up the nerve. But after lots of little hints and sloppy post-blow-job kisses, I finally convinced Roy to fuck me, then eat my pussy," I admitted.

"That must have been so hot!" Terra exclaimed.

"I can't even put into words how hard I came, and we have done it a few times since, but I'm afraid if I ask for it too much, Roy will regret that he ever agreed to try it," I replied.

"I'm so happy you shared your most intimate secrets with me, my pet. But now, it's time for some more Hotwife training," Terra stated, then grabbed my hair and twisted my head until our lips met, and we fell into a hot kiss.

I climbed off her lap and twisted around to face Terra as our passionate, tongue-tangling kiss deepened, then she suddenly yanked my head back.

"On your knees... Bitch!" She growled with a passion that sent a frightening thrill down my spine, and I quickly did as I was told.

Terra firmly gripped my hair and held my face only inches from her gorgeous engorged, dripping wet, shaved pussy as she fished her phone out of her stocking. The smell of her sweet juices was intoxicating, and I shook with an intense need to suck her big, glistening, perfectly-spread pussy lips into my mouth and feel her large clit dancing under my tongue. Then an even deeper chill ran through me at the thought of lifting her long luscious legs high into the air and burying my tongue deep into her perfect little butthole!

"Oooh! It looks like somebody wants to eat my hot cunt so bad they can hardly stand it. Hmmm... My pet?" Terra teased as she tapped her phone, then wedged it between her tits.

"Smile!" she said as she grabbed my hair with both hands, then slid her hips forward and pulled my face into her needy cunt.

I had no idea if she was recording this or sending a live shot to Todd, and I didn't care as I sucked her big, beautiful pussy lips into my mouth and savored her taste. Then I grabbed her ass cheeks, spread her pussy open with my thumbs, and buried my tongue deep into her canal as I wildly slurped up her flowing juices.

Terra bucked against my tongue and moaned as I ate her pussy like Roy eats mine. I could feel her quickly building toward orgasm, so I figured I must be doing something right. Then I grabbed the back of her knees, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and shoved my tongue deep into her winking, tight little sphincter. Terra wrapped her legs around my head and forced my tongue deeper into her ass as her whole body began to shake and jerk.