Katie

Last night had been nothing short of incredible. Matt and Mark had been teasing me from the start of the show, subtle touches, soft whispers, and knowing glances exchanged in the dim light. Every touch, every suggestive word, had only heightened the anticipation. When the show finally ended, we’d found a quiet, hidden spot on the top deck, stars glittering above us, the soft hum of the ocean our only soundtrack. It was just the three of us, and I could feel the thrill intensify as they moved closer, their desire clear in their eyes.

What followed was a night of pure indulgence. Together, Matt and Mark had taken their time pleasuring me, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of my body, each touch a spark that only stoked the fire higher. I returned the favour, trying to spread my attention evenly between them, feeling the intoxicating pull of being adored by both of them at once. Both of them came twice, so I must have done quite well. Their releases, warm and messy, shot all over my body, marking me under the wide-open sky. I’d lain back, feeling the night breeze on my skin as the glistening drops of cum caught in the moonlight. When it was over, I lay there, bathed in the glow of the stars and them, relishing the aftermath and the beautiful satisfaction that lingered.

I had been too distracted to film during, but I captured a long, slow video afterward, letting the camera trace every inch of me, capturing each stray drop of sperm on my skin before we headed back inside, our laughter soft as we parted ways.

Back in my cabin, I found Jack already in bed, half-asleep and looking content. I slipped into the bathroom to shower, washing away the remnants of Matt and Mark from my skin. It felt like erasing evidence, but I held onto the warmth of the memory, feeling a lazy satisfaction as I rinsed off and finally climbed into bed beside Jack. But as I settled onto the sheets, a familiar perfume drifted up, lingering faintly. It wasn’t mine. Curious, I glanced over to Jack’s pillow and spotted a single red hair, glinting against the white fabric.

I picked it up, twirling it between my fingers as I raised an eyebrow, mock suspicion written across my face. “Who’s been in our bed, Jack?” I teased, the playful accusation hanging in the air.

Jack’s cheeks coloured, and he stammered slightly, clearly unprepared. “Uh, Amy, she popped over to borrow some clothes of yours, and she must have, um, left that when she changed.” His words were hesitant, his smile a bit too sheepish.

I held his gaze for a beat, smirking. “Just know,” I murmured, breaking the game for a moment, “if you ever did cheat on me for real, you’d have to lie a lot better than that.”

He laughed, his blush deepening as he pulled me close. “That would never be an issue,” he assured me, his voice soft. We shared a warm kiss, the tension of the night fading as we held each other, eventually drifting off to sleep, the gentle motion of the ship lulling us into a dreamless slumber.

In the morning, we all gathered at breakfast, our small circle reconvening after a night of intrigue and adventure. Over coffee and pastries, Mark leaned back, a sly grin on his face. “Caught Bex sneaking in last night,” he announced with a chuckle, nudging her. “Had to make sure she was properly punished for it.”

The table burst into laughter, and Bex’s cheeks turned pink, but she laughed along, shrugging it off. We exchanged a few knowing smiles, acknowledging that perhaps we needed to be a bit more careful with our “sneaking around,” as Mark had put it.

But as I sipped my coffee, a thought struck me, creeping into my mind and slowly forming into a question. I knew what Matt and Mark had been up to last night. It was obvious Jack had been with Amy, given that little red hair on my pillow. But that left one mystery unsolved: if all our partners were accounted for, who, exactly, had Bex been with last night?

The realisation settled over me, and I glanced at Bex, her cheeks still slightly flushed as she focused on her breakfast. A flicker of curiosity sparked, the question lingering in the back of my mind, and I wondered just how many lines we were each willing to cross before this holiday was over.

Bex

I can’t shake the guilt gnawing at me from last night. It sits heavy in my stomach, making it hard to eat. At breakfast, I try to keep my head down, but when I glance up, my heart almost stops. Will is at the far end of the room, chatting with a group of other passengers. I grip my coffee cup tightly, willing myself to stay calm, but all I can think is that he might see me, or worse, come over. The last thing I need is for anyone to catch a hint of what happened. My mind races, replaying every moment, every glance I’d risked across the deck, wondering if anyone had noticed.

After breakfast, we head out on an excursion into Split. It’s beautiful, winding stone streets, narrow alleyways, and history layered over every building. But I’m barely noticing. I’m trying my hardest to act normal, joining in the occasional laugh, pretending to be interested in the landmarks. Around me, everyone else is caught up in their own game, secret flirtations flashing between them as we walk. Jack, Matt, and Mark have been playfully competing for Amy’s attention all morning, and they’re completely engrossed in it.

As we walk, Katie drops back from the others, sidling up beside me with a friendly smile. “You okay?” she asks, her voice quiet enough that only I can hear. Her gaze is gentle but probing, like she knows there’s more going on.

I try to brush it off, forcing a smile. “Of course, just a bit tired.”

But Katie’s not buying it. She keeps her voice low, her tone both comforting and direct. “Who were you with last night?”

The question hits me harder than I expected. I hadn’t realised she’d noticed, let alone suspected that something was amiss. My composure crumbles, and before I know it, the truth is spilling out, my voice wavering as I tell her everything, how it happened, how I’d let myself cross a line I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. I look at her, almost bracing for judgement, for anger. Instead, she just listens, her eyes widening but never leaving mine, a soft understanding settling in her expression.

When I finish, there’s a heavy silence between us, broken only by the distant laughter of the others. I feel raw, exposed, like the truth is written all over me, and it’s only a matter of time before the rest of them see it.

Katie reaches out, giving my hand a squeeze. “Bex, I get it. But listen, this doesn’t have to destroy everything. You love Mark, and he loves you, right?” She pauses, her tone gentle yet firm, as if grounding me back into something real. “It’s not too late to make things right. I’ve got an idea, something that might actually help. If we’re careful, maybe we can pull this off without Mark ever finding out.”

I nod, clinging to the hope her words bring, my mind racing with relief, even though the guilt still lingers. I can’t bring myself to fully believe it, but Katie’s confidence steadies me, easing the weight just a little. Ahead of us, the others continue their games, oblivious, and for the first time all morning, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, Katie and I can find a way through this.

Katie

In the winding streets of Split, I pull Jack away from the group, steering him down a narrow cobblestone alley between two faded stone buildings. The streets are buzzing with tourists, the lively hum of conversation mixing with the sea breeze drifting from the nearby harbour. It feels almost strange to be sneaking away with Jack, considering how much of the past few days I’ve spent slipping off to meet Mark or Matt. But now, here I am, tugging my husband aside with a little thrill of anticipation sparking between us.

Jack catches my intention quickly, his eyes lighting up with a familiar glint. He’s assuming this is one of those rare moments when we get some stolen time together, and his hands immediately slide to my waist, pulling me close as he presses his lips to my neck. I feel his warm breath and laugh softly, gently pushing him back.

“Not so fast,” I murmur, patting his chest as he gives me a playful frown.

“Oh, come on,” he says, voice low and teasing. “You drag me away like this, and it’s not for a quick round of, something interesting?”

I smile, biting back my own amusement. “Trust me, we’ll have time for that later. Right now, I actually need you to listen to me.” I take a steady breath, knowing I have to keep him focused.

Jack rolls his eyes, grinning. “Alright, let’s hear it then. What’s so important?”

“Later on, when we’re all together, I might suggest something. It’s not really about us, but I need you to go along with it. Just trust me on this, okay? Pretend you think it’s a good idea, maybe even act like you’re a little turned on by it.”

His eyebrow arches, curiosity taking over. “Katie, what exactly are you planning?”

“Just trust me,” I reply, waving away his questions. “I need you to play along, no questions asked.”

Jack studies me, his expression a mixture of intrigue and suspicion. He’s clearly tempted to press for more information, but I can see he’s having fun with it too. “You’re being awfully cryptic for something that’s supposed to sound convincing.”

Sighing, I decide on a distraction. I slide my hand down his chest, letting my fingers drift lower until they reach his waistband. His breath catches slightly as I slip my hand under his shorts, my fingers finding him already eager and ready. His questions immediately dissolve, replaced by a soft groan as I begin to stroke him slowly, my hand firm and steady. His expression changes, all his focus now on me as I lean closer.

“Do you agree?” I whisper, keeping my tone light as my fingers continue to work him.

He nods, his breathing quickening as he struggles to form words. “Yes, yeah, whatever you say.”

Satisfied, I grin, pulling him free from his shorts. My hand moves faster now, coaxing him along until I see that familiar look, the tension in his shoulders that signals he’s on the edge. Just as he’s about to climax, I lean down, taking him into my mouth to catch his release. He lets out a low, muffled groan, his hands braced against the stone wall, steadying himself as he pulses into me.

When I finally pull back, I adjust his shorts, giving him a quick, knowing smile. “See? Wasn’t so hard to agree, was it?”

Jack, still catching his breath, laughs softly. “Alright, you win. I’m in.”

“Good talk,” I say with a wink, taking his hand as we slip back out onto the street, blending in with the crowd once more, the taste of him lingering in my mouth as we head back to the group to find somewhere for lunch.

Amy

The six of us are squeezed around a small table on a narrow street in Split, enjoying a relaxed lunch under the Mediterranean sun. The conversation’s lively, everyone laughing over our recent adventures and misadventures, when Katie leans in with a glint in her eye, that familiar, mischievous look.

“So, I’ve got an idea,” she begins, her voice light, but I can already tell she’s winding up for something bold. “This has been amazing with just the six of us, but what if we spread our net a little wider tonight? Just for fun. A sort of contest. See who can pick up the hottest person.”

I blink, surprised, and look around the table to gauge everyone’s reactions. She’s suggesting we bring strangers into the mix? I’d already been juggling three guys, and I suspected Katie and Bex had done similar, if not more. Was that not enough for her? Katie was insatiable, clearly always pushing the boundaries a step further.

“Just one night,” Katie clarifies, seeing our reactions. “Tomorrow, we’ll rate each other’s conquests. Winner doesn’t pay for another drink or meal this entire holiday.”

Jack is the first to respond, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Sounds hot,” he says, shrugging. I raise an eyebrow. Really? Jack is that on board?

Bex’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she joins in. “I think it could be fun,” she says, glancing at me, clearly game for a new challenge. Mark, with a bemused look, shrugs. With Bex already on board and Katie and Jack enthusiastic, he seems ready to play along, his expression suggesting he’s open to wherever this leads.

That leaves Matt and me. Matt leans in, his voice quiet but tinged with hesitation. “Are you really okay with this?” I ask, searching his eyes. I can tell he’s nervous, and part of me feels a pang of sympathy. Just a few days ago, he’d still been struggling with the idea of sharing at all, but this holiday had been loosening him up, easing him into things he once wouldn’t have considered.

He squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. “Honestly? It’s a little wild. But I trust you, and maybe just for one night, it could be exciting to see if we’ve still got it.” He chuckles, a mix of nerves and excitement lighting up his face. “I mean, I’ve come this far, haven’t I?” 

I nod, feeling a thrill rise within me. “Let’s try it and see where the night takes us.”

I give him a small smile, feeling a spark of excitement at the prospect. “Yeah, let’s do it. Just for tonight.”

We turn back to the others, Matt nodding beside me. “We’re in,” I say, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation as we toast to Katie’s wild new challenge, ready to see where the night leads.

Bex

Back on the boat, Katie pulls me into a quiet corner, her gaze steady and focused. “Alright, Bex,” she starts, picking up from where we left off earlier. “I still think the best way forward is to go after Will again tonight.”

I swallow, the guilt from last night still fresh, but she squeezes my hand, her tone reassuring. “This isn’t about reliving last night or doing anything wild. It’s about showing you that Mark is okay with this whole thing, that what you did isn’t so terrible. At lunch, he seemed pretty enthusiastic about the idea of picking someone up himself, didn’t he?”

I nod, recalling Mark’s interest, the way he’d been game to try something new, even eager.

Katie continues, “So if you go for Will openly tonight, it gives Mark the space to do the same, to balance things out. He can explore too, and it takes the weight off of what happened. If he does find out, he’s less likely to feel hurt, because he’ll see you were acting within the boundaries of the game.”

She pauses, reading my face. “It’s not perfect, Bex. But if you play this right, it’ll smooth things over. Even if he finds out about last night, it’ll just be part of this broader experiment. And if nothing else, it’ll show you that your marriage can handle it.”

I take a breath, Katie’s words settling over me. She’s right. It might be just enough to keep things steady.

Jack

The lounge is alive tonight, buzzing with excitement and the thrill of possibility. Over the next hour, I find myself playing the observer, watching as our little group takes Katie’s challenge to heart. It’s impressive, and honestly, slightly intimidating, to see the girls dive right in. Amy, ever-confident, spots two guys within minutes and makes her move, weaving through the crowd to approach them with that effortless charm of hers. I can’t hear her conversation, but it’s clear they’re captivated. She laughs easily, touching one on the arm, throwing a glance over her shoulder at the other. Soon, she’s leaving with both, leading them toward the exit with a grin, and I’m left standing there a little awestruck.

Meanwhile, Katie’s found her own prospect, a ruggedly handsome guy at the bar with a sandy blond look that she seems to like. She’s in full control, leaning back on her stool, laughing, and flipping her hair with a confidence that’s contagious. They’re deep in conversation, and she’s got this look on her face that tells me she’s thoroughly enjoying herself. A part of me loves watching her like this, seeing that fire of hers in action. Katie’s always had a way with people, and tonight’s no exception.

Then there’s Bex, who is talking to Will from last night. I see her flash him a familiar smile, and they’re laughing together in seconds. Before long, they’re deep in conversation, and she’s moved closer, her hand resting casually on his arm. The connection is undeniable, and in what feels like no time at all, they’ve slipped out of the room. The girls are playing this game like pros, and Matt and I exchange a glance, both of us realising just how smooth they are at this.

I shake my head, laughing as I turn to him. “Good thing we married these girls when we did. Can you imagine us out here, back in the dating scene, trying to keep up with them?”

Matt laughs, his gaze sweeping over the lounge. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’d have us beat. I don’t even know where to start.” He takes a sip of his drink, giving me a sheepish grin. “Alright, man, I could use a bit of help. Wingman me?”

“Absolutely,” I reply, scanning the lounge until my eyes land on a sultry blonde sitting alone at a table. She’s got an air of confidence, her long legs crossed, a tattooed arm visible as she casually sips her cocktail, her gaze skimming the room like she’s sizing up the place. Perfect.

I give Matt a nudge. “There you go. She’s all yours.”

“Yeah, right,” Matt scoffs, but I see a bit of a spark of excitement in his eyes. “You’re coming with me, remember?”

We make our way over, and I lead in with a grin, playing the relaxed friend. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m in desperate need of a woman’s opinion,” I say, gesturing toward Matt. “My friend here thinks he can’t pull off this Hawaiian shirt, but I say he’s absolutely rocking it.”

She laughs, and I can see her sizing us both up, her gaze sliding over Matt with a hint of interest. “Oh, I think you’re right. The louder, the better, honestly.”

Matt blushes, but he fires back with a grin. “Good thing I’m loud in more ways than one,” he says, the confidence in his voice growing as her smile widens.

We settle into a light-hearted conversation, chatting and bantering. She introduces herself as Abbi, she’s witty, quick with a joke, and Matt relaxes into it, even throwing in a few teasing comments that make her laugh. After about ten minutes, I figure my job here is done. I give Matt a discreet thumbs-up and make my exit, leaving the two of them deep in conversation, with her clearly interested.

As I step back into the main lounge, I notice that Katie and her guy have vanished, too. I smile, a quiet satisfaction settling over me. She’s certainly made the most of tonight’s challenge. I can’t help but feel a bit of pride mixed with excitement. I’ve loved watching her confidence and charm on full display, and I think about her back in our room with this new man and I can’t help myself. 

I turn and make my way through the ship, knowing that, for Katie and me, the best part is yet to come.

As I approach our cabin, I catch a sound, a low, unmistakable groan coming from inside. My pulse quickens, a mix of curiosity and something darker, more electric, sparking through me. I turn the handle slowly, easing the door open, and the sight inside takes my breath away.

There, on her knees, is Katie, her head moving rhythmically as she pleasures the guy from the bar. He’s sitting back on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets, eyes closed in bliss, until he hears me come in. His eyes fly open, his expression twisting into shock, mouth forming words of apology as he starts to pull away.

But I raise a hand, shaking my head with a calm, reassuring smile. “It’s alright,” I say, keeping my voice steady, low. “I’m just here to watch.”

He hesitates, glancing down at Katie, still unsure, but Katie doesn’t stop. She knows I’m there, and the flash of excitement in her eyes when she looks up at me tells me she’s loving this, this performance, this control. The guy relaxes back, caught between lingering embarrassment and the building pleasure Katie is pulling out of him with every movement.

I lean against the wall, captivated, my gaze fixed on Katie. She’s in her element, and I can’t take my eyes off her, not for a second. She’s confident, commanding, the way she moves so fluid, her rhythm shifting just slightly as she teases him, drawing him to the edge and then pulling back, her gaze meeting mine with a flash of that wicked, playful smile. She’s doing this for him, yes, but there’s no doubt in my mind she’s putting on this show for me.

Katie’s every touch, every flicker of movement, is deliberate, and I feel my own breath quicken as I watch her work. She knows just how to play him, how to control the rhythm, adjusting it just so, keeping him right where she wants him. I feel the thrill of it, the pride and excitement twisting together, knowing that she’s here, she’s mine, and she’s loving every second of this performance.

Finally, she releases him, getting to her feet with that same effortless grace, and gently pushes him back onto the bed. The guy seems dazed, like he’s not sure what just happened, but Katie’s focus is sharp, her confidence carrying him right along with her. She climbs onto the bed, straddling him, her body moving with such fluidity that I feel a rush of heat just watching. She looks at me with a glint in her eye, and I can see the thrill of it all there, that same spark that drew me to her from the start.

She lowers her hips. Slowly. Sumptuously. She slowly envelops his cock as she slides down, his low groan highlighting his enjoyment of the sensations.  

She begins to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her body undulating above him with complete focus and enjoyment. She’s putting on a show, but it’s also something deeper, this confidence, this complete ownership of herself and the moment, and I’m entranced, unable to look away. I watch her, my heart pounding, as she gives herself over to the performance, a sight that leaves me captivated, exhilarated, and completely in awe of her.

Katie

I'm completely in control as I ride Steve, my man from the bar, feeling the rhythm, the heat building between us, but it’s Jack’s gaze, intense and unwavering, that fuels my every movement. The pleasure is there, real and building, but knowing Jack is watching, his eyes glued to every roll of my hips, that’s what drives me, pushing me further. I throw a glance in his direction, catching the way he’s lowered his trousers, his hand moving over his shaft in time with my own rhythm, his expression dark and hungry as he watches.

A thrill rushes through me, knowing this was my idea, and I can see Jack’s as captivated by the scene as I’d imagined. I lean into the pleasure, letting out a series of moans and groans, amplifying the effect, each sound a private message to him as much as it is to Steve. Steve, caught up in the moment, starts to tense, his breathing hitching. I feel the tell-tale signs, and with a sly grin, I double down, rocking my hips with more purpose, pushing him right to the edge.

That does it. With a strangled groan, Steve's hips buck wildly against me, his cock pulsing deep within me. His hands grip my hips tightly as he grunts and thrusts, his body shaking with the force of it all. I watch him closely, savouring every moment. I keep going, riding out his wave, but I can tell he’s already hit his limit, his body relaxing back into the bed, spent and dazed. Smiling, I lift myself off him and turn to Jack, catching his eye.

“Come here,” I say, my voice soft but commanding. “I need you to finish me off.”

Jack doesn’t need a second invitation. He joins me on the bed, his hunger clear in the way he moves, positioning himself between my legs as he takes me in fully, his body pressing against mine. The warmth and pressure, combined with the intensity of the whole scenario, make my pulse race. I feel Steve’s release still lingering, adding to the forbidden thrill of the moment, but it’s Jack I’m focused on now, his face close, his gaze just as captivated as before.

He moves in me with a drive and urgency that matches my own, our bodies in perfect sync. The pleasure builds quickly, a shared, electric wave between us that’s impossible to ignore, growing stronger with every movement, every glance exchanged. 

My hands find his shoulders, gripping him as I reach my peak. My breath catches as I am unable to make any noise as my body convulses, as the waves of pleasure course through me like an electric shock. Finally I relax with a low guttural moan and Jack continues to pound into me for a few more strokes until pulling out, stroking himself quickly as he scoots up the bed and finally with a grunt, he unloads into my face. Thick warm ribbons hit my cheeks, my lips, dripping off my chin. I smile as each pulse hits me, enjoying the sensation of my husband's seed covering my face. He knows how much I enjoy this and I appreciate him making the effort to control himself long enough to get into position. I lick my lips, tasting him as I grin through the layer of cum on my face. “I love you,” I tell my husband. 

Jack grins. “I love you too.” 

Steve groans from next to us on the bed. Apparently the sight of us was quite hot.

We collapse together, breathless, the satisfaction mingling with the thrill of everything we’ve just shared. I lean back, a deep, satisfied smile spreading across my face, relishing the aftermath and the undeniable connection that fills the room.