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Exotic Lust

Exotic Lust

Deanne and Jack Logan are aroused with anticipation about celebrate their first anniversary-going on a Caribbean Swingers’ Cruise (not vertical swing dancing). They’ll board “Exotic Lust” in Ft. Lauderdale with the destination of Nassau Bahamas. They’re going on the cruise as voyeurs to begin with and have an open mind to opportunities.
The day of the cruise has arrived. They are on the plane flying to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida.
“Sit and relax babe, I’ll get you a drink to relax,” Jack says. “Thanks,” Deanne says as she shoots Jack a sultry, provocative which says; just wait until we get on that cruise ship Stud. Jack knows that look and thinks; mmm this could will be fun! Deanne smiles as if she can read his thoughts Jack knows that look and thinks; mmm this could will be fun! Deanne smiles as if she can read his thoughts.
They safely land in Ft. Lauderdale, well at least the plane does. Deanne is still flying high from self -tranquilizing with liquor. They board the ship and get their room assignment and key card. Once in the room Jack leads Deanne by the hand and they sit on the edge of the bed.
“I bought you something,” Jack says and Deanne’s eyes rounded like saucers when she sees the jewelry box. Jack slowly opens it to reveal a Heart pendant necklace with a diamond marking the month and time of their wedding.
“It’s gorgeous, put it on for me,” Deanne says; as tears of joy drop onto her cheeks. “You bet sweetie, I love you. Happy First Anniversary.”
Jack and Deanne are waiting to hear from their friends. They should’ve been here by now; but with no signal on the cell, they- can’t check on them. Terri was upset the last time Deanne talked with her, but she didn’t know.Maybe they missed the plane and will meet up with us in Nassau and sail back to Ft. Lauderdale. Will have to wait and see. It’s not like Terri didn’t call to tell me there was a change in plans. No message on my cell. Hope they’re okay.
Deanne periodically checks e-mail from her blackberry. Before she goes into the bathroom to shower and get dressed to go to the casual meet n’ Greet, family style dinner. There’s a knock on the door and Jack reaches the door in two strides, it’s a waiter with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two champagne flutes. Deanne’s gaze shifted from the blackberry screen to Jack and began to cry. Jack went to her to find out what was wrong. This is supposed to be a happy time.
“What’s wrong Babe,” Jack asks sweetly. “I don’t believe it,” she replies trying to suppress her sobs. “Don’t believe what? Let me see your phone please. Don’t cry babe.”
The words in the e-mail sting like jelly fish stings all over your body. The message didn’t make sense and Jack could read the inflection in the parts of the e-mail that was capitalized. He can’t believe the words.
You are PUSHY- I tried and tried to tell you Tim isn’t into that and I am turning my life around. I AM NOT GOING TO CHEAT ON TIM-GET THE MESSAGE! Don’t contact us any longer. Terri.
Man what a bitch sending this to us the day of our anniversary on the first day of our cruise. I’m going to reply…We’ll talk when we return, Jack.
Deanne is in the bathroom, but I can hear her cry, I feel so helpless. I knock and enter the bathroom and hug Deanne.
“Don’t worry about it. There’s nothing you can do. There’s something bigger going on with them and hopefully when we get back home I’ll call them and try to find out. They didn’t say I couldn’t contact them. C’mon babe. Let’s enjoy our cruise. I’ll pour you some champagne while you take a shower.”
“Thanks babe, you’re the best. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Terri’s e-mail was hurtful. My salty tears blended with the water cascading over her face-hopefully the water will wash this sadness away, at least until the end of the cruise. I emerged from the shower and wrap myself in a towel then I grab another towel for her hair. She bends forward to let her curly red locks hang down. I put the towel over the back of her head and twisted the towel and manipulated it into a turban to speed up the drying of her hair. I had forgotten my hair dryer.
I open the bathroom door and walk into the room to get my glass of champagne. Fuck ‘em; they aren’t going to ruin my anniversary cruise with Jack.
“What are you thinking Deanne, walking out here just wrapped in a towel? You expect me to want to leave the room and go to dinner, when I can stay here and have dessert?” Jack says as he shoots Deanne with that irresistible smile. “Actions speak louder than words,” I said back as I let the towel fall to the floor encircling my ankles. I then lay seductively on the bed. Come and get your dessert. We’ll go to dinner in an hour-we can go to dinner up to eight o’clock. Come here, stud.
With that invitation, I stripped out of my pants in a Chippendale dance routine. I was still shirtless since I had to shave. I danced over to the bed and did a fancy maneuver onto the bed. We spent thirty minutes in bed having passionate, steamy sex. We were breathless when our bodies separated.
We lay in bed until the blood returns to the rest of our body so we get our sea legs back. What a great start to our anniversary! We both get up and shower again before dressing in our casual attire to go to meat n’ greet. Deanne wore her pale floral print strapless sundress. I just wore a golf shirt and pair of khaki shorts and deck shoes.

A smile played at the corners of Deanne’s lips, but she kept it in place-not allowing the croners to lift upward. Once in a while she flashed one to me. Deanne’s silver green eyes are striking, and one of her unique attributes. I enjoy her other attributes as often as I can. As far as my features; my face looks like it was chiseled from a hunk of clay. My eyes are a unique shade of green-almost jade. My eyes are framed by ridiculously long lashes, didn’t hurt when it came to picking up girls in High School. My cotton shirt and khaki pants were casual and looked as if they had been custom fit for my lean, muscular physique. Deanne wore her wrap style dress and low heel, slip on sandals.
Jack’s and my eyes met across the table during dinner. My heart did a backflip as I realized just how sexy and handsome Jack is. My hands are trembling under the table; not out of fear, but excited anticipation for the naughty and fun activities over the next few days.
I almost got whiplash when brought back to reality by a man’s whistling which breaks the silence in the room. He was whistling at a blond bombshell that just entered the room; a trophy wife. The man’s ear piercing whistle was soon drowned out by the sizzling cast iron plate being delivered to the adjacent table. Those fajitas look and smell great I’m thinking.
Jack’s eyes swept quickly across the room, scanning to see what type of couples were on this cruise. He spots the man that was whistling; a six foot tall, at least 280 pounds and apish with the dark hair on his forearm. He no doubt looked like he is wearing a sweater when shirtless. We’ll steer clear of that one later. Next he sees a bald man with a flowing greyish white beard and bushy eyebrows that reminded him of untrimmed shrubs. He spotted Jack’s curious gaze and waved.
The dining room reminds Jack of a noisy, dysfunctional family gathering. Deanne’s ex- boyfriend walks by with a woman that is not his wife.
“It’s strange we find each other here Deanne. We didn’t mean to disturb you. Have a nice evening,” Tim Donner says.
The hairy man passed by Deanne and Jack’s table on their way out, after he was passed the table, they were down wind of the man’s pungent body odor. Their eyes were almost watering it was so strong. They knew they’d definitely avoid him, if there were any doubts. Deanne said, “absolutely not,” before you ask. Just saying! I’m not a snob, but body odor is a deal breaker and I’m not attracted to men with hairy everything!
I ordered the fajitas. He ordered the steak and loaded baked potato. We shared the death by chocolate for dessert. The well trained waiter came by and topped off our coffee mugs. Even sharing the dessert, I’ll have to fight my way through the crowded, narrow streets with shopping intent cruise passengers when we get to port in order to take a run. Or I could just have hours of sex with my husband in the midnight hour. I politely smile at passersby.


Mr. & Mrs. Casey in charge of the swingers cruise stopped to introduce themselves and shake our hands. “We hope to see you at the Meet n Greet later, the woman said.
The hairy man passed by Deanne and Jack’s table on their way out, after he was passed the table, they were down wind of the man’s pungent body odor. Their eyes were almost watering it was so strong. They knew they’d definitely avoid him, if there were any doubts. Deanne said, “Absolutely not,” before you ask. Just saying she exclaimed, as she twirled her red locks into motion. A cute habit she had when she wanted defuses a comment to distract her husband.
When the bald man with the flowing beard and ill-groomed eyebrows passed by the table, I shook my head and mouthed the words to Jack, “no way.” I’m not a snob, but body odor is a deal breaker and I’m not attracted to men with unkempt hair or hair everywhere on his body.
Deanne resumed her relaxed posture and easy laughter at Jack’s playful remarks. Jack got a perverse thrill out of flirting with his wife and making her blush.
After dinner Deanne and I joined two other couples on the pool deck for a drink. To us the weather seemed like a heat wave, though it was only in the high seventies. We had been used to a high of 55 for the last month or so. The man at the table by the pool was sitting so close I could feel the heat radiating off his dark, olive skin. He flashed me a smile, that made me want to crawl into his lap and give him something to smile about. He smiled again as if he could read my mind.
We are enjoying a lovely breeze that wafts across the pool and makes little ripples, just enough for the moon beams to catch and cast a cool design on the back wall of the cabanas- almost looked like a Hawaiian design. Deanne s’ enjoying a Peña’ colada in a martini glass so big it could double as a shallow vase for floating flowers. She’ll be drinking that for a while. Some of the couples had been on this cruise before and shared their experiences; good, bad and indifferent.
Deanne and I walked to the rail and gazed at the view with the setting sun suspended over the Atlantic. But only remained for a moment then Deanne pushed herself away. She is afraid of heights and knew she would be swept up in the magic and look down at the sixty foot drop to the Atlantic. After thirty minutes on the pool deck, Deanne and I are dripping in sweat so we went back to our room to change for the mixer. Deanne wore her sparkly green peasant blouse and with a Green and black lace overlay skirt and medium height wedge sandals. I wore a long cotton shirt, khaki shorts and deck shoes. They looked like they were custom fit to Jack’s lean, muscle chiseled physique. We stayed at the mixer for a couple hours then went back to the pool deck for a night cap.
The Meet n’ Greet was under way when Deanne and I walked into the lounge. The man from the pool bar, who flirted with Deanne, launched himself into the crowded room. Some of the meek couples scattered with his sudden swift movement. He inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet fragrance. Something about the women: his fantasies used all of his five senses.

The Casey’s got everyone’s attention to tell everyone three simple guidelines: to ensure that we have a pleasant experience. #1: Ladies are in control. # 2: No means no. #3: don’t break 1 & 2. We tell them we are going to start out being voyeurs. Couples get turned on being watched as much as we get turned on watching bodies entwined where you can tell where one body starts and the other ends. the official rules to the men (no singles). You must be a in a committed relationship; engaged or married. They also reiterated what one of the couples told us over drinks, NO means NO.
The mystery European man breathed deeply and could detect the unmistakable essence of the woman there going commando (no panties). It sure wasn’t the six wives that scattered, it was has to be the experienced couples that use that essence as a sexual GPS; so men find them. He could hear their laugh as they flipped their long, curled locks.
A woman interposed herself between him and the crowd. Another woman in the crowded room touched his arm. He left the room, pretending to need a whiff of sea air. He strutted like a male peacock and left the door open to see if either of the two women followed. His ego was momentarily crushed, as if throwing a drink in his face. The women were just making their way across the room and touched his arm to appear less rude than bumping into him as they passed by. After a few minutes inhaling the salty night air, he walked back into the lounge, more casually this time coming across as suave and unassuming.
He couldn’t get Deanne’s scent out of his head though the wonderful aroma had wafted by him. He had to know more about her –name, where she’s from who she’s there with even if he didn’t know why. He wouldn’t be able to steal her away from Jack, except in his rich fantasies. His partner, Lexi, is amongst the experience swinging women. They are veterans at these cruises and don’t always play as a couple in the same room anyway. The mystery of his loins’ desire added to the allure. He didn’t care what anyone thought.
He noticed Deanne across the room. He thought the contrast of the green blouse made her skin look creamy and her hair appeared more red. He looked like a model in his fitted leather jacket and form fitting leather pants. He took extra care in grooming his mustache and goatee. He wore subtle cologne. Unbeknownst to him, he’d made quite a first impression and is starring in Deanne’s fantasies. He thought he felt the same connection when his eyes gazed at Deanne’s green eyes.
The Casey’s got everyone’s attention to tell everyone three simple guidelines: to ensure that we have a pleasant experience. #1: Ladies are in control. # 2: No means no. #3: don’t break 1 & 2. We tell them we are going to start out being voyeurs. Couples get turned on being watched as much as we get turned on watching bodies entwined where you can tell where one body starts and the other ends. the official rules to the men (no singles). You must be a in a committed relationship; engaged or married. They also reiterated what one of the couples told us over drinks, NO means NO.


2

The next morning we enjoyed sipping coffee on the deck, sitting on lounge chairs gazing at the ocean through the translucent mesh to block the glare from sun and moonlight on the water when you are sitting down. We set the cup down to let it cool to a drinking temperature without requiring an asbestos tongue. We went to the lavish breakfast buffet. We’ll have to walk miles once we get to port to work this off. By the third night we’ll be cocked for 12 hours spilling shopping enthusiasts, packed like sardines on the narrow town roads. They have a couple duty-free shops. We want to buy a small souvenir that will fit into our carryon bag. We don’t want to add weight to our checked suitcase.
By mid -afternoon, on our first full day, we had welcomed the full intensity of sun and heat. We took a dip in the pool, suits are optional, but we wore our swimsuits. I didn’t want any unwelcome guests in places only my doctor invades with the gloved finger.
No one is as my husband Jack. We were often flagrant on our honeymoon. Jack knows what I like and how to achieve the ultimate orgasm. The men here I’m sure will be rougher and focused on their pleasure, not mine.
When I was approached by the tall dark strange I couldn’t resist. We began to kiss, I opened my mouth and invited him in. Our tongues wrestled with abandon. We lay back on a chase lounge in the dimly lit room. He leaned over me and began kissing me from my neck all the way down to the pleasure cave. I could feel his swelling shaft twitch against me. When he reached my stomach, it flinched with the sensuous kisses. I ran my fingers through his dark wavy hair and grip a clump during climax. I was in absolute ecstasy. Once he had pumped his hot load inside me, he sat up and kneeled in front of me. I knew what he wanted. His skin tasted salty, like the margarita on the rocks he’d been drinking. It was a new experience performing oral sex after they’ve been inside and tasting my own juices on his shaft. Within minutes he climaxed again. I licked the drops of his goo that trickled out and down the side of his shaft. Exhausted, he leaned back on his heels and with one hand he rubbed my nipple with some oil that he carried with him. With the other hand he pushed my hand down between my legs and pressed it firm against my mound. I came in a moaning gush. He took my hand and licked the nectar off my fingers. It was very sensual. I could feel Jack’s eyes watching and knew he was enjoying himself and fantasized that it was him with me instead
I got up to freshen up in the bathroom. Jack saw where I went and knocked his secret knock. Then I reunited with Jack on the pool deck. We sat at the table by the bar. Jack got me a Peña colada and himself a beer. We relaxed and caught our breath. We started to flirt with each other again and decided just rest awhile and enjoy the balmy ocean breeze. We saw the tall dark stranger by the railing. He takes out a cigarette and let it dangle between his lips as fishes through his pocket for his zippo lighter. He cupped his free hand in front of the flame until he gets the cigarette lit. The smell of the lighter mixed with the smoke and his cologne was very sexy and alluring to the other women on the cruise.
While we sat there, a heavy man with jowls like a bulldog walked by and winked at me. I turned my chair so I’d only see Jack and the ocean through the mesh under railing. I hope he got the message-He French kissed her, but didn’t use his special weapon kiss he does just for me. Her hour glass-ish figure bore a striking resemblance of the movie star Ginger on Gilligan’s Island. And he added that although it was different, it paled tremendously in comparison to me.
Jack told me her statuesque frame was striking and it fulfilled his fantasy of tasting “brown sugar.” “I’m very happy with you and our marriage. I love only you,” Jack assured me. Not that I needed it.





















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