Mated to the Pack Ch. 29

In this chapter, Sean, Jessica and Lenore go on a Bliss Cruise with lots of friends, and begin picking up more breeders for the packs. This chapter contains oral, lesbian, group, public, extramarital, interracial and interspecies sex. Jessica finds herself used as a freeuse slut for two hours. It also has scenes of Dominance/submission, including spankings, being naked, collared and leashed in public settings, and toys used to keep her aroused. Thanks to JohnnyGalt and Steve150177 for their editorial assistance.

Mated to the Pack, Ch 29

A Cruise

"Push, you lazy slag," Maria said. "As hard as I work you in the gym, you should be able to pop that kid out like a cherry pit in an over ripe cherry."

Mom and Gretchen laughed. The nurse frowned. Gretchen was close to dropping her fourth. This would be her in a couple of months. This was my third puppy. One more to go, and I'd have completed my contract. Sean would have been there if I'd wanted him to be there, but it was a puppy, not his child, and he had two boats going now, and was doing well. Lenore was in the waiting room with Dad. She'd just had her daughter, Sean's second child, a couple months ago, and it would be three more months before she'd be bred for her second puppy, and she was keeping Dad company, along with Sonya. He was looking after Kathleen at the moment, who was just over five, and had to have a close eye kept on her.

I'd only waited four months after the birth of my son, to breed for my next puppy. I was actually getting anxious to finish. I was getting sick of being pregnant. I think Sean was hoping we'd have another child, and I'd give it to him if he wanted it bad enough, but I was hoping he wouldn't. A lot of the women who'd been at my other births were back at work like I was, so the waiting room wasn't as full as it usually was. Sasha and Rene were going to arrive soon for the naming.

I should just ask them what they wanted to name a puppy, but they liked showing up and seeing me. The New England pack puppy school was filled with young pups, and Sasha and Rene liked to thank me every time they saw me. My first, Antoine, would probably be close to his first shift before I had my fourth.

Another contraction. "Push, dear," Mom said, holding my hand. I pushed. Gretchen was holding the other hand, between girlfriends again. Poor Gretchen. I felt sorry for her. Lost in limbo. Stuck on me, who was stuck on dick. She and Lenore had hit it off, so they often had sex when Gretchen visited.

All of my other friends from Maine were also on their fourth puppies, close to delivery, except for Dani, who'd given Carl a child before having her third. It was black, Rafiki's son, and it made Carl so oddly happy he had a biracial son, his cuckolding obvious to the entire world. Melanie had birthed her second child, a daughter, and she was working on her second puppy, which would be her last. Brenda was on her last puppy, and happily married to her second husband, Brian. He still didn't know Brenda had provided werewolf puppies, only that she went away to get pregnant the last time. Brenda made sure Brian got laid while she was gone.

I eventually pushed out puppy number three, Xavier Rembrandt. He ended up being black, and the doctor looked at me askance, because by then, Sean had joined me in the birthing suite and been introduced as my husband.

"I didn't cheat on my husband," I assured her. "Before I met him, I signed a contract to provide four children for infertile couples. This is my third one. I didn't fuck any black men."

At least not after I met him. It was a black werewolf in his wolf form. Quinn, Conor and Rene were the only wolves I'd ever fucked as men after I was married, and only during Lenore's conversion to Sean's slut, which she still was, on a permanent basis. She wore his collar constantly, although it was designed to look more like a necklace than a collar, although it still had a connection point on it.

We'd both consented to permanent marks in the form of tattoos. Mine was a little more discreet, in that it could only be seen if I was naked, which I often was in my home, or among other proponents of D/s, say for instance at my parents' home, or Sean's parents, for that matter. It was a stylized pussycat on my mons, which I kept shaved. Lenore's was more visible. On the upper swell of her breast, which was often visible if her top was skimpy enough, it said, "Sean's Pet Slave" The 'Sean's Pet' was visible with near everything she had with a neckline. She had to expose a great deal of cleavage to see the 'Slave'. I think it was a subtle reminder to anyone who knew us, and that I was Sean's wife, that she was cuckqueaning me, sleeping with my husband. I didn't mind. In fact, I'd given her a ring when she became pregnant with Sean's child, to which I wore the twin, which showed that since she couldn't marry him, she was still a part of our family unit. I think she was buried between my legs for half the night after I gave it to her.

*****

I worked like a demon to get back to pre-baby weight. I was taking a four month break between puppies, and I wanted to do something during the break, say at three months, while I looked good, before I got pregnant again. I was thinking a Caribbean cruise. Sean wasn't as eager to go on a boat as I was. After all, he was on a boat all the time.

"Don't think of it as work, Sean. You don't have to lift a finger to do anything, just your cock. You have to keep your slutty wife satisfied, and maybe Maria and Sonya, and Lenore if she can get the time off when we do, although you know those bitches can find dick all by themselves, maybe a cabana boy or something. You don't have to cook, clean, swab decks, load cargo, none of that crap. My parents are going to take the kids, so no dirty diapers, or potty training to perform. Just sit on a beach chair by the pool, sipping mai-tais, staring at all of the women in their tiniest bikinis."

"You do make it sound quite attractive when you put it like that."

"Besides, if all of the crew should get flesh eating disease or something equally bizarre, you can bring the boat safely back to port and win a medal."

He laughed and kissed me.

"We'll be far away from home, and you know what that means? I can be your submissive slut 24/7. You can put me on a leash, put a Lush in my pussy and make me cum in front of all the other passengers. Maybe we can find some more breeders, or you can find some cuckold's wife to lay your wood to."

"Sounding better and better."

"Warm Caribbean water to get naked in." I rubbed his cock, which was hard. "Nubile young women in their skimpiest clothes, looking to get laid. I don't see how this can possibly go wrong."

"You temptress," he laughed.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked. I pulled my jeans down and bent over. I'd just come from shopping. "I could use some dick. Do you need any help pulling your steely shaft from out of your pants, or do you think you can handle it yourself."

He slammed into me without warning. "What do you think?"

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned. "I think you have just what I need."

Sean gave another couple quick pumps and I orgasmed. Lenore came strolling into the kitchen, Lizzie on her breast. Elizabeth was still on breast milk.

"Can I get some of that action, Miss Jessica."

"Not until you're done feeding Lizzie. Besides, I know for a fact that Sean fucked you this morning before you both went to work. It's my turn, dammit."

Sean had never stopped thrusting, and I was close again.

"You can clean his cock and my pussy when he's done," I moaned, right on the cusp.

"You want to suck my other breast?" Lenore asked.

I spasmed, cumming again. I glanced at her. She was naked, like a good submissive slut should be. Her already big breasts were still swollen with milk. I waved her over, then latched on to her other teat, drawing the warm, sweetish milk into my mouth. Lenore moaned.

"It feels so different when you do it," Lenore said.

I admit it. We were a little perverse. Sean just kept pounding me, even though he was laughing at what we were doing. We always seemed to get him going.

Climaxing three more times before Sean finished, I was well sated by our impromptu fuck. When he finished, Lenore handed him her daughter, then cleaned off his cock and my pussy before standing up and taking Lizzie back.

"You win," Sean said. "I'll look into Caribbean cruises."

I smiled at him. "We all win. I want to go in roughly two months, just after the leaves drop off the trees and it's starting to get cold."

"Ooh, perfect," Lenore said. "I'm in."

I kissed her. "Of course you are, slut."

******

Gretchen was eating with us a couple days later, pizza, so no one had to cook. She was in the last month of her fourth puppy pregnancy, so about to finish her debt to the Wisconsin wolves. Candice would be going home when Gretchen delivered.

"How are things going with Donna?" I asked Gretchen.

"They aren't." Tears starting to flow.

"What happened?"

"Look at me. I'm a fat blimp of a human being. How can anyone love this?"

"I love you," Sean said. I looked at him. My hero.

"You love your slut wife, and maybe that bigger slut, Lenore. I'm just the girl who distracts either of them while you fuck a wolf."

"Gretchen, look at me," Sean ordered.

She looked at him with tear stained cheeks.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. Now I know you have no earthly reason why you'd want to fuck me. I understand. But if you wanted to, I'd take you upstairs right now, lick your pussy for a couple hours, then fuck you senseless. You are one of the most beautiful women I know, not just your physical appearance, and I know you're pregnant, but that's not something that makes you ugly, it's something that makes you a woman. But it's also your talent, your mind, your personality, your loyalty. You make my wife perk up every time she sees you. She gets cranky if you're away too long. You are a joy to have around. There's more laughter in my house when you're here, than when you aren't. So fuck Donna if she doesn't know how special you are. You're special to us, and you're special to me. I love you."

The flood gates opened and tears came out in droves. Sean went to her and put his arms around her.

"I know I sucked some of the life out of you when I married Jessica. I know she was the love of your life. I'm sorry I took that away from you. If you want to, you can move in here with us. You can be with Jessica every day, sleep every night in our bed. You can become part of this ridiculous thing I call a family, forever, if that's what you want."

Gretchen sobbed harder, and I went to her and put my arms around both of them.

"Do it, Gretchen. If I can put up with Lenore, I can certainly put up with you."

"Hey!" Lenore said. "I'm sitting right here."

"Suck it, bitch," Gretchen laughed. "You're getting some competition for your pussy."

"Now, we're planning a Caribbean Cruise, Gretchen. Do you want to come?" Sean asked.

"Waddling around the ship like this, about to deliver?"

"The cruise is at the end of November. You'll have delivered and had a chance to work yourself back into a bikini, although you may not need one."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"It's a clothing optional cruise. I figure if I'm going on a cruise with a couple of sluts, they should be naked as much as possible, right Pussycat?"

"Yes, Master," I said. "Naked, collared and leashed, as often as you can get away with."

"Damn! That does sound like fun," Lenore said.

"It's a couples only cruise, so we need to have couples. If you don't go Gretchen, I'll have to leave Lenore home."

"Hey! I'm sitting right here. What am I, chopped liver?" Lenore laughed.

"Okay," Gretchen said, "I'll come just so Lenore doesn't have to stay at home."

"Where is this cruise, Sean?" I asked.

"A company called Bliss Cruise, leases a regular cruise line ship for a week, so it operates under the rules of Bliss not the ship's owner. They encourage nudity out of doors, and at some of the bars, even some of the off ship activities. They have rooms set aside for partner swapping, and sexual exploration, themed parties, lifestyle seminars and workshops. This particular cruise would be departing Miami, going to Labadee, Haiti, and Cozumel, Mexico. You can't have public sex. That goes on in either your cabin, or the designated sex rooms, but except for the dining room and assorted areas indoors, nudity is popular. You might have to wear clothes in ports or while anchored, if another ship is nearby."

"You don't want to partner swap, do you, Sean?" I asked.

"Not really, but you did mention we should go trolling for submissives and cuckold/hotwife couples for possible breeders. We might wish to explore that like we did on our honeymoon."

I could feel my pussy start to moisten, and Maria gave an exaggerated sniff, letting us know the wolves scented us.

"You never told me what you did on your honeymoon," Lenore said. "I want to know what I have to look forward to."

"We'll be happy to fill you in on all the slutty details later, when you're licking Gretchen's and my pussy," I said, "and Master fucks your slutty ass."

That's when Gretchen decided to sell her house and move in with us. I almost lost her because she did.

******

We were at the gate waiting to board the plane to Miami. Suddenly, I saw Quinn, Conor, Brigitte, Alicia, Isabelle, Rose, Rene and Sasha come into our gate area.

"Did you come to see us off?" I asked Sasha when she came to greet us.

"See you off," she laughed. "We're coming on the cruise, too. Sean didn't feel good about only having two bitches defending you in foreign countries," She lowered her voice."Plus we want to see in person some of the magic that you bring to the table in attracting new breeders to the pack."

With the large group around us, we were rather privately disposed, but following her lowered voice, I said, "Are we in any pack's territory where we're going."

"There are no Caribbean packs, but there are other Weres out there."

I looked at my husband, who had a big grin on his face. He shrugged his shoulders and waggled his eyebrows. I grabbed hold of him and started showering kisses on him.

"You said you didn't want any partner swapping?" I accused him, knowing why the other wolves were there.

"Well, not with any diseased, condom covered human dicks, I didn't. Nothing but the best for my sluts, plus think of how much more attention we'll attract with those big dicks swinging in the wind."

"God knows every pussy I know starts to drip when they see one," I laughed, "except maybe Gretchen's."

"Even I'm not immune to a big dick," Gretchen said. "I'm just not in love with it like you cock cravers. If lesbians didn't like having a full pussy once in awhile, we wouldn't have strap-ons."

I laughed. "Well, this whole cruise idea just got a hell of a lot better. Sasha, have you ever licked Gretchen's pussy?"

"No, I've never had that pleasure. I would have if she'd been bred by the New England pack, but I've missed out."

"Feel free to enjoy her on the cruise. She's usually better than me when it comes to licking pussy, since she's a specialist."

"Hello, Jessica," Quinn said. "You're the perfect little slut today, aren't you?"

"Not perfect until my collar is on, Quinn. Master didn't want me wearing it through security."

"You're through security now," Quinn said.

"I am, aren't I. Master, will you replace my collar?"

"I don't think so, love."

"Why not, sir?"

"You don't belong to me this week. I've traded slaves with another Dominant for the week." Oh, Lord, my pussy started to liquefy.

"Who do I belong to, sir?" Do you know what you're doing, Master?

"The wolf you're standing next to."

There was only one wolf I was standing next to at the moment. I looked at Quinn and he had a huge grin on his face. Oh, fuck!

"Red," I said. "Sean are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure, Jessica. I love you. I know what Quinn has meant to you. It's just for a week."

I looked in his eyes. I saw love, adoration, even a little fear. He need never fear. I put my arms around him and hugged him, stretching up for an impassioned kiss.

"I love you, Sean. Don't worry. Don't ever worry about me coming back to you. You are my heart and soul."

"How do you think I have the strength to do this? Because I know that's true."

I took another tonsil searching kiss with my husband, finally releasing him, reluctantly, then I knelt down in front of Quinn. "Collar your slut, sir."

"With pleasure."

Quinn pulled my old familiar collar out of his bag, and locked it around my neck. The people at the gate watched the scene of a woman bowing her neck to be collared.

"Lenore, on your knees," Quinn said. "You're mine this week."

"Yes, Master." Lenore knelt beside me and was collared. Rose and Isabelle knelt before my husband, and he collared them, fully swapped. We all stood. My head was spinning. Quinn's for a week. Oh, Lord.

On the flight to Miami, sitting beside my temporary Master, I asked him how I happened to be sitting next to him on the plane, rather than Sean.

"Sean called as he was making plans, asking me if I wanted to go on a nude cruise, explaining the idea, and how it could be used to attract more breeders. While the idea was appealing to me, I was a little reluctant to go. Flint Spear had asked for help in tracking a rogue wolf pack in Quebec, that's been causing a lot of trouble up near Hudson Bay. I was just about to turn him down, when he said, 'I'm thinking we should swap submissives for the week.' 'What do you mean, swap submissives?' He replied, 'I mean, you take Jessica and Lenore, and I'll take Rose and Isabelle for the week, then we swap back when we get back to Maine.'

"Of course, when he suggested that, I had to go. I don't know why he offered, Jessica, but I had to accept. I couldn't not go when he offered you to me for a week."

No, I imagined not. Quinn was Quinn, and given the opportunity to have me for a week, he'd take it. He'd never quit loving me himself. If I'd known then, what I know now, I wished Quinn had gone hunting for rogue wolves in Quebec. My life would be so much different. Did Flint Spear ask him to come because of a premonition, a vision of the future, or just happenstance.

At the moment, I just thanked my lucky stars that my husband was so loving, trusting, and giving, that he would surrender me for a week to his biggest rival. My husband was going to get so fucked when I was given the opportunity to properly thank him.

We had to spend the night in Miami because the boarding started taking place at 9 AM the following morning. When we went out for supper, I was in one of my sluttiest, but still legal outfits, as was Lenore. We went into the hotel dining room on our leashes, all four of us. We all had Lushes in our pussies, Quinn controlling Lenore's and mine, Sean controlling Isabelle's and Rose's.

Imagine if you will, fourteen beautiful people walking into a restaurant together, tall, near perfect physiques, the women dressed like sluts, even those non-submissive ones. You can imagine the sort of attention that we might attract, even in a cosmopolitan city such as Miami. Sean and Sasha a rich bronze, Isabelle black, Maria Hispanic, the rest, white, and all taller than average. Rose was the shortest of the women at 5-5. Lenore 5-7, Gretchen, Isabelle and I all 5-8, with all the other women from 5-9 to 6-0, with Brigitte the tallest. My husband was the shortest male at 6-1, going up from there to Quinn's 6-5. Conor and Rene roughly the same at 6-3. Add to that that four of us slutty women were being led on leashes, Quinn leading me, Conor leading Lenore, Rene leading Rose and Sean leading Isabelle. A hundred eyes watched us enter and cross the room, the men jealous, the women panting.