Kaite
As Mark and I make our way back onto the ship, I spot Amy and Jack stepping out onto the deck, their cheeks a little flushed, a touch too casual. I can’t resist a sly smile as we approach them, noting the way they’re both avoiding direct eye contact.
“Well,” I tease, folding my arms, “what have you two been up to?”
Jack and Amy exchange a quick look, trying to keep their faces neutral, before they both respond at the same time, “Just a quick game of badminton. Since we got back early.”
The answer is so in sync and just a little too rehearsed that I have to bite back a laugh, raising an eyebrow as though I believe them. “Oh, sure. Badminton. The world’s most romantic sport.”
Jack rolls his eyes with a chuckle, and I play along, giving them an innocent nod as we head back inside. Soon after, Bex and Matt join us, and we all find a spot around one of the outdoor tables, each of us with a cocktail in hand, chatting and laughing about Venice. Naturally, none of us mention the hidden moments or our respective “adventures,” keeping the conversation light, focused on the sights, the food, the charm of the city.
Later, as the afternoon drifts into early evening, we find ourselves slipping into one of the ship’s jacuzzis, the warm bubbles rising around us, drinks in hand as the sun dips lower over the water. I sit beside Bex, catching her eye with a slight grin, thinking back to the way she’d caught me off guard yesterday, slipping her fingers up my thigh under the table. Now, with the bubbles providing perfect cover, I see an opportunity to repay the favour.
Sliding my hand under the water, I let my fingers drift toward her, brushing against her thigh, enjoying the way her body subtly shifts as she realises what I’m doing. I give her a quick, reassuring smile, still carrying on with the casual conversation as I carefully push aside the fabric of her bikini bottom. My fingers find her, and I feel her shudder slightly, her breath hitching for a moment before she steadies herself, her eyes closing briefly in response to my touch.
I keep my hand moving slowly, exploring, feeling her reaction as I press gently, teasing her while maintaining the illusion of casual conversation. Bex starts to go a bit quiet, her responses shorter, as she focuses on the pleasure building under my touch. I have to bite back a smirk as I continue, knowing she’s trying her hardest to stay composed.
After a few minutes Mark, sitting beside her, suddenly notices her change in demeanour and leans in, concern flickering over his face. “You alright, Bex?” he asks, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Bex gives him a quick nod, but I know the look in her eyes, the barely contained frustration as my hand slips away, leaving her right on the edge. She glances at me, her expression clearly pleading for more, but with Mark now sitting close, there’s no way to continue without risking being caught.
I feign innocence, taking a casual sip of my drink before setting it down. “I’m going to head to the loo and grab another drink,” I say, getting up. Bex immediately sits up too, nodding with a little too much eagerness.
“I’ll come with you,” she says quickly, wrapping a towel around herself as we head back into the ship.
Once we’re out of sight of the others, Bex grabs my arm, practically dragging me down the corridor. She steers me into an empty room a lounge that’s set up for evening entertainment but quiet for now. I can’t help but laugh as I push her back into one of the chairs, grinning as she spreads her legs, practically vibrating with anticipation.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” I murmur, teasing as I pull her closer.
“Shut up,” she whispers with a grin, settling into the chair and lifting her legs over my shoulders, settling herself back as I lean in, tasting the familiar warmth of her skin. I take my time, starting slow, tracing soft kisses along her inner thigh, letting my mouth move in a rhythm I know will drive her wild.
As I press my lips to her, I catch a faint taste of something else lingering there, a reminder of her time with one of the guys today. It’s an oddly thrilling sensation, not knowing for sure who she’s been with, but guessing it might be Matt. I can feel her tense, her breaths coming faster as I continue, my tongue and fingers moving in sync, building her up until she can’t hold back any longer. Her moans grow louder, the sound filling the quiet room, and finally, she lets out a sharp, shuddering gasp, her body trembling as she reaches her climax.
I pull back, wiping my lips, and she leans forward, kissing me deeply, her body still humming from the release. We share a conspiratorial grin as we straighten ourselves up, adjusting our towels and smoothing our hair, looking like two friends who’ve just shared a laugh.
On the way back to the jacuzzi, we stop by the bar, ordering another round of drinks. My pulse is still racing, and I can’t shake the heightened sense of desire simmering in me. I’ve spent the day bringing Bex and Mark to the edge and back again, but since that quick moment with Matt this morning, I haven’t had a chance for any release myself. I can feel the need building, and as we return to the jacuzzi, my mind is already working out how I might find another opportunity soon.
Bex
After dinner, Katie mentions she’s heading to a show, her eyes alight with excitement. Almost immediately, both Mark and Matt chime in, each eager to join her. The subtle rivalry between them makes me grin; they’re trying so hard to outdo each other, each giving the other a silent challenge in the way they stare each other down. Katie, ever the diplomatic one, breaks the tension with a warm smile, saying she’d be delighted to have both of them accompany her.
I glance over at Amy and Jack, who share an amused look. “How about a quiz, then?” Amy suggests, nodding toward one of the ship’s lively bars. “I saw a sign for one on our way up.”
“Perfect!” Jack replies, grinning. I can tell he’s just as curious as I am about who’ll come out on top between Mark and Matt in their quest for Katie’s attention tonight. And honestly, the quiz sounds like fun, something light-hearted to shake up our usual routine.
When we arrive at the bar, we’re greeted by the buzz of excitement. The tables are filling up, and there’s a playful energy in the air. We find a table near the front, only to realise that each team needs four players. We were one person short, but our host quickly resolved the issue by introducing us to another group, a friendly bunch with five people, two couples and a single man, Will. He’s tall, dark-haired, with an easy smile and a bit of charm in the way he holds himself. We exchange introductions, and he joins our team, settling in beside me with a nod and a friendly grin.
The quiz begins, and it doesn’t take long for the jokes to start flowing. Amy, Jack, Will, and I quickly fall into a rhythm, tossing out wild answers for half the questions and laughing at the absurdity of some of them. As the rounds pass and the drinks keep coming, our humour takes on a suggestive tone, each answer more playful, each joke a bit more risqué. I can feel myself loosening up, enjoying the easy camaraderie with Will. There’s something exciting about it, new, refreshing.
Will matches my energy effortlessly, laughing at my offhand comments and throwing in a few of his own. I notice the way he watches me, his gaze lingering a bit longer than is strictly polite, but I don’t mind. I’m feeling the thrill of the night, of the unexpected attention. Jack and Amy are clearly enjoying themselves, too, flirting and laughing, their bodies leaning into each other’s in a way that feels just shy of obvious.
When the quiz ends, our team doesn’t win, but I don’t care. The night feels light, easy, and I can tell Jack and Amy are keen on some space to themselves. Will heads back to his friends, leaving our group momentarily to head to the bar. Amy gives me a look, her eyes glinting with anticipation, and I grin, giving them an exaggerated wink. “Think I’ll go for a little wander myself,” I say, making my excuses with a laugh as I head outside, grabbing a fresh drink from the bar on my way out.
Outside on deck, the air is cool, a refreshing change from the heat and noise of the bar. I walk over to the railing, staring out at the dark sea, the quiet waves lapping softly against the ship. My mind drifts, wondering how things are going at the show. I imagine Mark and Matt, likely still vying for Katie’s attention, and the thought makes me chuckle. One of them will have succeeded by now, surely. Or maybe they’ve both made their move.
As I stand there, lost in thought, I hear footsteps approaching. Glancing over, I see Will strolling up beside me, his smile warm as he leans against the railing. “Needed a bit of air?” he asks, echoing my own thoughts from earlier.
I nod as Will steps up to the railing beside me, his smile easy and warm as he glances over. We pick up our conversation from the quiz, laughing about some of the ridiculous answers we came up with and sharing our favourite moments from the night. He’s good company, his energy confident but relaxed, his voice carrying a warmth that’s hard to ignore. As the minutes pass, I feel a heat building between us, something I hadn’t expected but that’s impossible to deny.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way, not after the day I’ve had. This whole holiday has been stoking my desires to a level I didn’t think possible, and today has been non-stop. Jack in the morning, Matt after lunch, Katie just before dinner. By all rights, I should be exhausted. But as I stand here with Will, his closeness, his touch, that pull of attraction surges all over again. The thrill of it courses through me, quickening my pulse. Our rule had been clear: everything we do is pretend, an exploration that only involves us and no one else. But as I lay a hand on his arm, laughing at something he says, it doesn’t feel like pretending.
His eyes meet mine, lingering with a look that’s unmistakable. It’s the kind of look that doesn’t belong to the safe boundaries we’ve established. The attraction is palpable, and I feel the pull of it everywhere. Will leans in, his face close, and kisses me softly, a touch that’s careful and gentle. The kiss should feel like a boundary line, something that reminds me to stop. But it doesn’t. Instead, it feels as though I’ve crossed into something deeper, something I hadn’t planned on.
I don’t pull away. I kiss him back, eager, feeling a hunger that’s growing by the second. The soft press of his lips against mine, the warmth of his hand on my back, it all floods over me, drawing me in further. We’re hidden from the rest of the world, out here under the stars with no one watching, and a small voice in my mind whispers that no one would have to know. Mark is probably with Katie or Matt, deep in his own adventures by now. He’s expecting me to do the same, he knows I’m having sex with someone else, he just doesn’t know it’s this someone else. But what can it hurt, he won’t know, he is probably fucking Katie right this second, he couldn’t care less what I’m doing. Right?.
The kiss lingers, his touch steady, and I realise I don’t want this to end. The weight of the rules fades as I take his hand, the decision barely a thought. “Want to go somewhere quieter?” he asks, his voice a low murmur, a question that feels natural in this moment.
I nod, his fingers tracing the back of my hand as he leads me back inside, through the soft lights of the corridor, until we reach his room. My heart is racing, a mixture of thrill and anticipation. I know exactly what this means, but right now, I don’t want to think about anything else.
Inside the room, the door barely closed, Will’s lips are on mine again, hot and demanding, and I feel the full weight of what I’m doing. The magnitude of it sends a thrill through me, tinged with an ache of something forbidden. But the desire is stronger, impossible to ignore, and I’m caught between my own internal arguments. I want this. He wants this. It’s fine. Mark’s probably with Katie or Matt right now, tangled up in some corner of the ship. He wouldn’t mind, right? My mind races, searching for the justification, and then my hands are sliding down the front of Will’s trousers. He groans softly, the sound vibrating through me, and my own moan slips out before I can stop it.
His hands move over my body with a steady, sure touch, like he’s memorising every inch of my skin. He pulls my top over my head, unclasps my bra, and lets it fall away. His mouth finds my skin, lips grazing my collarbone, his breath warm against my chest as he trails kisses down, finding my breasts, my nipples. The feeling is sharp, delicious, sending a new wave of heat pulsing through me, and I close my eyes, a low moan escaping as I try to hold onto the last thread of rational thought. This is wrong. It’s all wrong. But it feels so good, and something that feels this good can’t be wrong.
My fingers fumble with his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders, down his arms, taking in his body as it’s revealed to me. His body is lean but strong, and as I pull him closer, I feel the hard length of him against me. When I reach for his trousers again, slipping them down, my eyes widen as I take him in. He’s more endowed than Mark, or Jack, or Matt. I feel a rush of anticipation, my pulse pounding, and suddenly, I can’t wait another second.
Will pushes me back onto the bed, his hands guiding my legs apart as he settles between them, and I let out a soft, breathless giggle. This is it. This is the moment I either stop or cross the line completely. But I don’t stop. I watch as he leans over me, and then he’s inside me, filling me in a way that’s intense, new, and entirely satisfying. I’ve crossed the line, and the rush that comes with it sends a thrill all through my body. It feels so good, so completely right in this moment that the guilt I should feel melts away, replaced by pure pleasure as he begins to move inside me.
We move together in a rhythm that’s both urgent and slightly unsteady, our bodies slightly clumsy from the drinks, but it only makes us laugh between breaths. I raise my legs, hooking them around his waist, letting him press even deeper, feeling the stretch and fullness that only heightens the thrill of breaking this unseen boundary. I moan, louder than I meant to, caught in the feeling as he moves faster, and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss me, his lips hungry, as though he’s as caught up in the wildness of it as I am.
The alcohol has loosened us both, leaving our movements a little clumsy, our limbs fumbling as we shift together. But it only makes us laugh, stifling giggles as he lifts my leg over his shoulder, his thrusts becoming deeper, filling me in a way that feels exquisite, each stroke a reminder of how forbidden this is.
Minutes pass, and we lose ourselves in the rhythm, our bodies naturally finding a slower, steadier pace. His hands explore my skin, fingers tracing patterns down my back, his lips brushing along my neck in lingering kisses that send shivers over my skin. When he pulls back, his eyes meet mine, and we share a soft laugh, the kind that comes from the mix of desire and drinks, the giddy realisation of this forbidden moment. I shift, lifting my legs around his waist, giving him better access, feeling him move even deeper with each steady thrust.
He rolls us over, pulling me on top, and I settle over him, bracing myself on his chest as I start to ride him, my hips moving in slow, sensuous circles, feeling every inch of him inside me, feeling each shift, each rise and fall that sends another shiver through me. His hands are on my waist, guiding me, his fingers trailing up to my breasts, cupping them, brushing over my skin with that perfect mix of reverence and desire. I throw my head back, lost in the pleasure, a low moan escaping as I ride him, my body moving with his in a rhythm that feels primal, each movement pushing me closer to that edge.
I lose track of time as I move over him, feeling the pleasure build slowly, like a warm wave that ebbs and flows with each movement. His hands trail up to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I gasp, arching into his touch, feeling the heat intensify. Our breathing grows heavier, our movements uncoordinated yet perfectly in sync as we both feel the rhythm of our bodies, both of us lost in the slow, simmering burn of pleasure that just keeps growing
The alcohol keeps our movements loose, unplanned, and we shift again, rolling onto our sides, tangled together as I wrap my legs around him. He pulls me close, pressing deep, and I can feel the warmth radiating from him, the connection more intense than I expected. His hand finds my lower back, steadying me as he thrusts slowly, the pressure building with every second, every shared breath.
The alcohol keeps our minds foggy, our laughter soft as we find new positions, playful and uncoordinated but utterly absorbed in each other. Eventually, we end up in a strange, almost tangled position, lying on our sides at a right angle to each other, our legs intertwined, his thigh rubs against my clit as he moves. His hands reach out, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, sending another rush of heat through me. The tension builds, a relentless pressure that’s been gathering for nearly an hour as we move together, the sound of our shared pleasure filling the room. His movements are deep and steady, and I feel every shift, every press, the pressure building gradually, deliciously. I reach out, gripping his arm, feeling my body tense as we both near the edge, the pleasure mounting slowly. Our voices are louder now, our breathing uneven, gasps escaping as we both near the edge.
And then it’s there, rising fast, too powerful to hold back. With a cry, I feel my body tense, the climax washing over me in a wave of heat and bliss that leaves me trembling. I feel Will’s own release, deep and warm, and I shudder as the sensation overwhelms me, the final breaking of the boundary that felt so impossible before now filling me with a strange, exhilarating satisfaction.
We lie there for a moment, breathing heavily, our bodies entangled, the reality of what we’ve just done sinking in.
As I slip out of Will’s room, my heart races, a cold wave of panic washing over me as I close the door quietly behind me. The thrill that had consumed me moments before is replaced by a gnawing guilt that digs deeper with every step. I make a few half-hearted excuses to Will, something about needing to get some rest, and he nods, though I can sense his confusion, his own contentment slipping slightly as I all but hurry down the corridor, leaving him behind.
The walk back to my room feels like an eternity, each step heavy, my mind spinning with the reality of what I’ve just done. I still feel him lingering inside me, that rawness from our time together, a vivid reminder of the line I’ve crossed. I take a steadying breath as I open the door to my room, hoping that if I just slip in and head straight to the bathroom, I can compose myself, maybe figure out what to say, if I even need to say anything at all.
But as I enter, I’m met by the sight of Mark, fresh from the shower, towel-drying his hair with an easy smile. His eyes land on me, and there’s a glint of playful suspicion there. I see him glance over me, noting my flushed cheeks, my tousled hair, and the unmistakable look that tells him I’ve just had sex. My stomach tightens, and I feel the shame settle heavier. Mark assumes it must have been with Jack, just another part of our usual arrangement, and he raises an eyebrow, pretending to be scandalised.
“Well, well,” he says with a mocking seriousness. “I leave you for one evening, and you’re off getting tangled up with Jack, are you? I see how it is.”
I force a laugh, my voice sounding far too tight. “Caught me red-handed, I guess,” I reply, trying to keep my tone light. But the words feel hollow, guilt twisting inside me as I think of what actually happened, of Will, of how desperately I’d let myself go.
Mark chuckles, stepping closer, his hands settling on my hips as he looks at me with a mischievous gleam. “Guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson, won’t I?” he murmurs, turning me around and guiding me toward the bed. My pulse quickens, but not from excitement this time. The heat from Will still lingers, the rawness I feel only reminding me of how fresh it all is.
He reaches down, pulling my shorts down over my hips, and I try to hide the sharp intake of breath as the fabric brushes against me, the sensitivity flaring up again. Mark’s hand comes down in a light slap on my backside, his voice low and playful as he chuckles. “A bad girl like you deserves a punishment, don’t you think?”
“Bad girl,” I echo, forcing another laugh, trying to push down the guilt. “I suppose I do.”
Mark’s hands roam over me, firm but affectionate, and then he notices the unmistakable evidence of Will’s release lingering. He grins, a smirk spreading across his face. “Didn’t know Jack had it in him to leave you this messy,” he says, his tone a mix of mock anger and amusement.
I swallow hard, biting back the wave of guilt that threatens to rise. I nod, trying to play along, leaning into the joke, the game. “Guess I got carried away,” I manage, feeling a shiver that’s more from the shame than anything else.
Mark bends me over, his movements rougher than usual as he takes me from behind, a sharp thrust that makes me bite my lip, feeling the soreness from my time with Will flare up again. He grips my hips tightly, his hand coming down in light slaps, each one a reminder of the reality I’m hiding from him. I try to lose myself in the rhythm, to keep up the act, but every movement brings back the memory of what I’ve done. The laughter I manage is forced, barely holding back the tension coiled tight inside me.
Mark’s movements grow faster, each thrust pushing me further into the reality I’m trying to escape. The pleasure isn’t there, not really, the guilt too heavy to ignore, but I keep up the charade, hoping he doesn’t notice how distant I feel. After about ten minutes, he finally shudders, his cum spilling into me as he leans forward with a satisfied grin.
“Guess that’s what you get for being naughty,” he says, pulling back and laughing. “No climax for you tonight, that’s your punishment.”
I force a laugh, nodding, though the thought of a climax is the furthest thing from my mind. The weight of the day, of all my choices, presses down, leaving me feeling hollow. As Mark flops back onto the bed, spent and happy, I gather myself, slipping off the bed and quietly heading into the shower. The water hits my skin, and I scrub away the reminders of both my husband and Will, the heat scalding as I try to erase the evidence of everything I’ve done tonight.
But as the water runs over me, the guilt finally catches up, tightening in my chest. I press my hands against the cool tile, feeling the silent tears slide down my face, mingling with the water, a quiet confession to the empty room.
