Events On A Cruise Ship Changes A Marriage Forever

Chris and I were so happy together for a few years after getting married. His company grew fast, taking him out of the country for a few weeks at a time. Chris worked so hard, never complained about paying for everything as I finished my PHD; and through it all we had this great way of always making the distance and time spent away from each other work.

Our sex life was mostly fun then. For a day or two after being apart for so long, we would have sex for hours, and he would make me feel sexy and wanted…always bringing home pretty outfits from fancy boutiques sought out during his travels…black, pink and blue lingerie ensembles…a Chinese geisha gown…and even a St. Pauli Girl get up from Europe that I wore on Halloween one year.

Only occasionally back then would he bring up someone different during our bedroom time, and when he did he would encourage me to make up a naughty housewife story, or some kind of sex fantasy involving a man I seduced because “I was so lonely and horny without him”. I didn’t mind when he wanted me to talk like a bad girl in the bedroom though, back then, it just added something different and helped him get erect a second or third time.

Things went on for a few years like that. I graduated with my PHD in Nutritional Chemistry…and Chris insisted that I stay home instead of using my degrees. I was fine with the stay at home concept and enjoyed the responsibility of working with engineers and architects to build our first big beautiful home, a project that seemed to go on forever.

Between Christopher’s work-related travel and the stresses of updating and building onto an old farm house, we began struggling in the bedroom a lot of the time. I started blaming his interest and arousal issues on myself; he blamed them on the tension he was experiencing taking his company public, and the financial risks of everything he was involved in.

Chris and I were good friends though, as well as lovers, and did our best to grind through our issues. It wasn’t like we were fighting or anything, we just knew something was different and lacking in our personal life, and we both wanted to do something about it We began conjuring up new things to try during sex in hopes of building a closer and more intimate connection.

Five years almost to the day after Chris and I were married, Chris came home from a long trip one night and suggested that we go on an 12 night Golf cruise to “play all the great Caribbean courses, get some sun, and reconnect with each other”. I had admitted to him a few weeks before he left on the business trip that I was willing to do anything to revitalize our personal life, and our experimentation resulted in a new more energized effort on Chris’s part where he started asking me to talk dirty in the bedroom almost every time we had sex. He would encourage me to make up fantasies with tons more detail than before, always swaying the scene to include a well endowed lover, or a sexual affair with a more controlling man. Chris would always tell me, “I get so turned on when I think about you pleasing another man”. The thought of being with someone new began to appeal to me for the first time since being married…and it fueled our sex together as well as my time alone when I would pleasure myself to some sort of sexual situation in his absence.

The cruise was scheduled almost a month and a half out from that point, and it being summer and all, I spent as much time as practical slimming down, toning up, and tanning for our trip. I took golf lessons again, which made Chris happy, and he and I talked about the cruise details almost every night as the dates grew closer. In our bedroom, Chris almost always had me making up elaborate sex stories that included other gorgeous men, and for many reasons I went right along with it. Occasionally it took so much verbal detail during our lovemaking to make Chris hard and excited enough to cum that I wouldn’t get a chance to climax at all. Disappointed that his climax often occurred before I could finish my hot stories of being with other guys, I’d frequently touch myself to orgasm alone in the bathroom or later once he fell asleep. The cycle grew so repetitive and frustrating.

A week or so before the cruise Chris and I went out to dinner with some friends. On our drive back, with tons of drinks in us both, the subject of “meeting someone else on the cruise” came up. It was really weird, but you could tell that we were both turned on by the possibility; neither of us let too much time go by without adding some sort of personal spin to the myriad of “what ifs” we kept injecting. Chris and I didn’t even make it home, he pulled off the road when I told him how I hoped a sexy guy would make out and grope me on the cruise ship dance floor…and he fucked me in my seat…making me tell him my fantasy version of what happened once the three of us got back to the cabin.

At breakfast the next morning, Chris and I brought up the hot sex in the car and the idea of meeting someone on the cruise popped up once again. We both were so into it that we elaborated on the what ifs like it was some sort of script or play acting exercise, even outlining secret words we would use to tell one another that we were comfortable with a certain person…comfortable enough to invite him back to the cabin for sex. I wasn’t sure if Chris was half serious, completely serious, or we were just fantasizing again….all I knew was that we were both outwardly turned on.

We flew to Miami a few days before the cruise in hopes of spending some time there, on South Beach so Chris could catch up with his tan, and to party at the top notch restaurants and dance clubs. Chris’s company was leasing a private aircraft by then and while it was slightly out of the norm, I totally enjoyed dressing up for the flight and being treated like royalty from airport to airport. Chris and I were getting along really great, and we completely enjoyed our 3 days in the Miami area before making our way to the port terminal. Our nights were fun to, always ending with hot sex scenes depicting Chris and I as swinger’s who occasionally brought someone home for ‘us’ to enjoy.

Nobody ever called me fat or even chubby in my life, and even though I’m 5-6 I had managed to slim down to 105 pounds for the cruise. Chris noticed the weight loss and loved it, always commenting on how I even lost weight up top shrinking my breasts to a toned and firm a-cup. In hopes of turning him on, I went braless under a tight red halter top and wore pretty matching red panties under a sexy summer skirt to board the ship on Saturday morning. I would be lying if I didn’t think I looked my best, I felt so good, sexy, and outgoing as a result. Chris’s hands were all over me in the cab ride to the terminal, in the cruise ship check in line, and in the VIP welcoming area where ship rules and free cocktails were given to us in a private lounge.

Right before we were escorted to our cabin, 2 really nice men sparked up a conversation with us. We all talked about certain golf courses that we’d soon play on our trip, and we became friendly enough with each other that Paul and Rich suggested we pull our two groups together to play as a golf foursome. Chris loved the idea, telling both guys that he was a little out of practice so they had to be patient. I thought it was sexy…to see 3 guys talking golf…hearing Chris downplay a sport that in reality he is exceptional at and plays a great deal. Even better, Paul and Rich, both in their mid 50’s, invited us to have dinner with them that evening. They had both been on the identical cruise three years running, and offered to share all sorts of do’s and don’ts about the islands, courses, and even certain golf holes. Chris and I gladly accepted the invitation, and our engaging conversation lifted our spirits even more.

We had champagne chilled and waiting for us in the cabin, and Chris and I sipped it while leaning over our balcony staring at all the different action going on in the port before setting sail. Chris wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I felt him pull me close and kiss my neck passionately. We were so close that first day, and he lifted my skirt up and rubbed his strong hands all over my bare ass under my panties…inching down just enough to scoop a little of my wetness that had puddle between my legs. He whispered in my ear, “why is my beautiful wife already wet”. I reached back and kissed him hard on the lips, and told him that I liked watching him talk golf with 3 attractive men…I was excited to have dinner with everyone that night…and that he was so handsome and fun around other people. He kissed me back, definitely into me and everything that was happening. We stayed in the cabin, made love and unpacked, unpacked a little more and made love again…right on up to cocktail hour.

At cocktail hour we mingled and talked to other couples our age mostly. Couples in their mid and upper 20’s, all excited that we finally left port, laughing and drinking before dinner. I had worn an open backed handkerchief top that tied around my neck, with nothing under it. I could tell people were noticing me and I felt pretty, all tan and thin in my short summery skirt. When Paul and Rich finally tracked us down, they had both changed and looked completely relaxed and comfortable. Paul shook Chris’s hand with a big smile on both of their faces, and then came over and gave me a hug with a kiss on my cheek telling me I looked beautiful. I couldn’t help noticed the way Paul looked at me, built like retired football player, Paul looked so great in a linen blazer over a crisp white crew neck t shirt. Chris at almost 5-11 was a head shorter than Paul, and I guessed at least 75 pounds lighter. I remember feeling my pulse go up around both Paul and Rich.

Christopher’s obvious comfort in social situations made dinner fun and interesting. Paul kept asking me personal questions about what I do with my afternoons since I stay home, was interested in the house building process Chris said “I was in complete control of”, and made so many comments about my outfit, looks, and curly hair; I just felt so wonderful about the first night on the ship.