Unique Travel Arrangements Pt. 03

Needless to say. I barely slept at all. The grinding was a big part of it, but I was also obviously uncomfortable and concerned he might try to work it in while I slept. He didn't, but the thought was constantly there. He did rub my pussy some through my panties, but not something that would have kept me awake on its own.

The next morning, my husband and I got ready for a day by the pool. We left the room, grabbed a quick breakfast at the buffet, and grabbed some loungers by the main pool. I tried to enjoy my day and I did, but I kept falling asleep. It was soon lunch time, and we ate some burgers and BBQ before getting in a jacuzzi near the BBQ place. We both got aroused quickly and slipped off to the room for a quickie. Sex was somewhat awkward and I couldn't help but notice that he wouldn't get on the bed. He just bent me over it and did me from behind. He did it harder than he ever had before and I could tell he was trying to get a similar reaction from me that he had witnessed the night before. I feigned some moans and tried to be more audible than usual but I'm sure he knew it wasn't the same.

Once he finished, we headed back up to the pool deck and I had a lot more energy. That night there was an early show that my husband and I could catch before dinner, so we went back to the room and got ready for it. My boss had already told me which dress to wear, so I changed and then did my hair and makeup while hubby showered and got dressed.

We headed to the show. It was good. It was a Grease style musical. I loved the live singing and dancing. The day by this point had me feeling relatively normal again. The show ended and we headed for dinner. When we arrived, once again, there were empty seats on either side of my boss.

Shortly into the dinner, it became apparent that he was much more handsy than the previous night. He was rubbing my legs and occasionally reached his arm around me, playfully and quickly cupping my breast. I tried my best to play it off, but I was definitely uncomfortable. He also began to share more with the table. He mentioned that I was his girlfriend and referred to my husband as his coworker. He even mentioned my breast a couple of times and that caused the table to look. This caused my nipples to harden. That combined with the super thin material made for quite the show.

Dinner was soon over and my boss once again excused himself before us, and once again, instructed me to meet him in the jacuzzi. We waited about twenty minutes before heading to our cabin. Once there, I chose one of the mostly sheer bikini tops with g-string bottoms. While changing, my husband looked right at me and asked, "is he going to make you scream again tonight?"

I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "I'm sorry."

We walked quietly up to the 15th deck. Hubby once again decided against getting in the jacuzzi and resigned to the nearest clamshell lounger. As I entered the jacuzzi, my boss was once again in there with Rick and pulled me into his lap. This time Rick's wife was in there as well. He introduced us to her as Sherry. We exchanged pleasantries and began small talk about the cruise, where we were from, jobs, and the like.

It wasn't long before it was mentioned that I worked for John. I was a little embarrassed but everone just smiled. It was then mentioned that I was only his girlfriend for the week. John then tells the couple that the guy in the lounger was my husband and that I was sucking his dick for a cruise. I had never been more embarrassed in my life. I couldn't look at anyone. I just kind of stared at the bubbles and lost myself in the noise as John groped my body.

I was sitting with one leg on either side of his right leg somewhat facing the other couple. John's hand was rubbing from over my mound, lightly up my belly and then the underside of my boobs before circling back down. He was somewhat discreet which I appreciated. They continued to talk about several things, but Rick would occasionally ask questions about our arrangement. John didn't elaborate too much but did mention that the head was very good. Sherry just kind of looked at me wide-eyed.

As we were sitting there and the men were conversing, John, grabbed my wrist and guided it to his lap. I was surprised to find that he had undid his shorts. This wasn't really part of our deal but I figured it was something a girlfriend might do in a jacuzzi. Besides, it was under the water and no one would notice. I worked my hand down and fished out his semi-erect cock and started to lightly rub it. This caused his hand to quit tracing down to my crotch and remain at my chest. He gently squeezed and rubbed my boobs outside of my top.

They continued to talk when out of nowhere John says, "Do you mind if I pull her top down?"

I was kind of stunned and maybe a little in shock. I looked towards Rick and Sherry.

Rick said, "We dont mind," and Sherry only smiled.

John never asked me and never even made eye contact. He just reached out and pulled the tube style top down. One boob didn't come out all the way, so he slid his hand over and pulled the top on down. He immediately began to rub my exposed breast. I quickly started to look around wondering who else could see. The only people outside of the jacuzzi I could see were my husband (who couldn't tell what was going on from his vantage point) and a few people on the other side of the deck (who couldn't tell from that distance). I was somewhat relieved but still very uncomfortable.

He continued to rub my right breast but put his mouth on my left one and took my nipple into his mouth. I tried to avoid making eye contact with Rick and Sherry, but when I glanced their way, they were staring at what was taking place. After what felt like forever but was likely only a couple of minutes, he took his mouth from my breast and began to converse again. I took advantage of this time and pulled my top back up. John didn't touch or try to expose my breast again before he announced that he'd be heading back to the room and expected to find me waiting on him in less than my PJs.

He then looked at me and nodded his head. I got up and began to walk out of the tub. John grabbed my cheek nearest him before running his finger under my thong and then stretching it out and letting it snap back against my crack. They all shared a laugh. I made my way to the top of the steps and grabbed my towel. I dried off and wrapped the towel around me. I walked over to my husband's lounger and got him.

We walked back to our room. Along the way, Greg said, "I hate this part."

I said, "Me too, but tomorrow we're going to have the whole day and it will just be us."

As we entered the room, Greg told me that I could change first and that he'd change and shower when John got back and hopefully avoid a lot of the events to come. I went in the bathroom, removed and hung my bikini on the little clothes line and dried off really well. I didn't put anything back on. When I walked out of the bathroom, my husband looked surprised to see me nude. He looked like he was about to say something, but just then, John started to enter from the hall and Greg went on into the bathroom and closed the door to clear the entryway. While this was going on, I sat on the edge of the bed.

John came in and wasted no time. He had on an open robe and his swim shorts that were now pulled up but still untied. As he walked towards the bed, he dropped his shorts to the floor. He began by rubbing and squeezing my boobs and I began to stroke him. He quickly began to get hard. He stopped groping my boobs and I went to take him into my mouth. However, as I did, he stopped me. He grabbed his cock close to the base and I let go. He took it and started rubbing it against my cheeks. First one and then the other. Then he rubbed it against my lips and pushed his head against them. I parted my lips and he pushed into my mouth a few times before pulling it out. He then rubbed his wet cock against my face just as before. Then he grabbed the tip of his cock and pulled it against his stomach and began to rub his balls on my face. Then he rubbed them against my lips and I stuck my tongue out slightly. He then took his other hand and pushed them against my mouth. I opened up and he pushed his balls into my mouth. First one, then the other. His hand found his way to the back of my head and he pulled it into him as he ground himself into me. This went on for a short time before he moved back pulling his balls from my mouth and immediately putting his cock in. As soon as it was good and wet, he pulled it back out and began to rub in on my face again before progressing to slapping it on my face.

I then noticed the shower water turning off and I began to anticipate my husband coming out of the bathroom. I was only a few feet from the ladder he had to use to access his bed and in plain sight getting my face slapped by the cock of a man nearly 40 years my senior when he came out of the bathroom. I couldn't look directly at him but felt his eyes on me and heard him access the ladder. Why then, I didn't know, but it occurred to me there had been no conversation between John and my husband. He continued to slap my face with it for another minute or two before putting it back in my mouth.

He quickened his pace and placed a hand on my head. As I could tell he was getting closer, I began to think of what was coming next. A part of me wondered if the orgasms I had the previous night were just a fluke. Before I could finish that thought, John gripped my hair in his left hand pulled himself from my mouth with his right. He held me in front of him and jacked vigorously until rope after rope covered my face. As he stopped cumming, he lightly slapped his softening cock against my face.

Then John cwawled up onto the bed and laid on the pillows. He told me to get on his face. As I climbed into position, he gripped my thighs and said, "no, the other way."

As I turned around I realized why. I was facing toward the rest of the room and up on my knees like that, my husband and I were in clear sight of one another. I barely had time to think about it before John put light pressure on my hips and I settled down onto him.

As John started to lick me, I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself. Still I tried to keep it in. It was no use. I couldn't control my reactions. As I got louder and louder, I kept looking towards my husband. The first several times, I didn't see him looking at me. However, after one particular breathless scream, I looked up to find him looking back at me. It was then I realized that the picture beside of the bed acted as a mirror. I saw myself writhing in ecstasy with John's semen halfway dried on my face. I had never been more ashamed of myself, but at the same time, I was coming harder than I ever had. I was embarrassed by how loud I was and knowing that others could undoubtedly hear me just made me come harder. I came several times before collapsing on the bed.

As I laid there putting my thoughts together, I couldn't help but notice than John was already hard again. It was obviously going ro be another long night. I decided to go ahead and take a shower. I felt much better after my shower and put on my "PJs" before heading to bed. I thought John was asleep as I climbed into the bed, but as soon as I was in, he put his arm around me and lightly squeezed my boobs. He then positioned his cock between my cheeks. He ground himself into my cheeks and rubbed my breast most of the night. I dozed off and slept off and on throughout the night, but I didn't get any quality sleep.

When it was time for him to get up, John played with my thong a little before getting out of bed. He soon left the room and then I got ready and dressed for the beach before waking up my husband. We were in port that morning and had a fun day planned with an ATV tour and a beach club. We had an amazing day and I had never been to another country before. The tour was fun, and the beach club was even better. Drinks were free and I was still having fun when it was time to make our way back to the ship.

When we boarded the boat, it was well past our dinner time. We walked in our room to find my boss sitting on the couch and he was not happy.

He said, "You missed dinner."

I said, "I'm sorry, I thought we had the whole day."

Then John smiles and says. "It's ok, you can make it up to me."