Carla awoke early in the night. Rob snored loudly. Ronnie never had that problem. Another thing to appreciate him for. She was missing him. She was used to having him beside her as a source of comfort in the night. She was horny, too. If it was a weekend, she could wake him gently – he nearly always responded to the soft touch of her hand. Sometimes she would move down the bed under the duvet and take him in her mouth for a while, before getting him onto his back and mounting him.

There was no way that she going to do that with Rob. She ran her hand over her breasts, down her tummy and found her clitty. Josh sprang to mind. Now, if it had been him beside her she wouldn’t hesitate to delve under the duvet and go down on him. But he wasn’t.

Her mind drifted to the cruise. She wondered… wondered if there would be a room… a room where she could just walk in and get pounced up by a group of men. Men that would not take no for an answer… men that would just take her, strip her, and use her for their pleasure. Her fingers went to work on her clitty; her fantasy seemed as real as it always did. Would there be such a room?

She lay there in the afterglow of her orgasm, enjoying the moment before the guilt and disgust set in. Why would any decent woman want to engage in that sort of thing? She always felt sullied after such fantasies.

Ronnie woke up pressed against the naked body of Jasmine. He was hard again. He had fucked her twice in the night. The first time was just after she had cum all over his face – her sweet, musky juices running all down his cheeks into the duvet. His face was sore from the hard grinding of her sex against him. No woman had ever done that to him before. Afterwards, she wiped his face with a wet wipe, apologising profusely.

“I love doing that,” she confessed. “Rob doesn’t like it.”

They fucked again a little while later and then fell into a deep sleep.

Now that he was awake, he moved his arm over her waist and pushed his hand down to her mound. It had been a long time since he had felt hair down there. Carla had started shaving years back, and it was now a regular routine. Sometimes she would let him do it for her. It was always a special treat for him, as well as a reminder of what belonged to him.

Jasmine responded to his touch by putting a hand on his. “Mmmmm, that is so nice.”

He laughed. Her hand came around and reached for his erection. “Are saying that you are pleased to see me?”

It was his turn to laugh. No, it’s me saying that I want a fuck.”

She turned around to face him. “You’ll have to hold me down if you want it.”

“No problem!” he said as he rolled her onto her back and pushed her arms behind her head.

With one hand holding her by the wrists, he used his other to guide his cock into her. Her resistance was weak. There was no struggle, and no effort to free her hands. It was only a token resistance, but it served its purpose. Jasmine liked to be taken. It had been a long time.

A married man in a pub car park. Pinned down over his car bonnet. Leggings and panties down around her ankles; unable to run, unable to escape - as if she wanted to anyway. He had fucked her hard and quickly before helping her pull her clothing back up. A quick kiss and he was gone.

And now another married man - given her thigh a slap with one hand as he told her to keep her hands above her head. Then he pushed both hands under her bottom and pounded her long and hard.

A little while later they showered, and Ronnie had her back on the bed. Laying on a towel with knees raised and legs apart, Ronnie took Rob’s razor to her. Afterwards, as she looked at herself in the mirror as Ronnie dressed. Before he left, he checked her mound over again with his fingers to make sure that she was perfectly smooth. Kissing her on the way out he turned and told her that he would be making regular checks over the holiday to make sure that she was maintaining herself properly. She laughed and told him that she would be holding him to his promise.

‘Married men seem so much better at sex,’ she said wistfully.

Over breakfast, Carla and Ronnie exchanged details of their night with their partners. “I’m sorry,” she told him, “but I just couldn’t bring myself to fuck him.”

“There’s no point in feeling guilty. If you don’t fancy doing it, don’t do it,” he told her. “Anyway, he got a couple of hand jobs, and he got to see you naked.”

She smiled. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. I wonder what he’ll say to Jasmine when she tells him that she let you fuck her?”

Ronnie shrugged and smiled. “Who cares.”

Karen and Josh suddenly appeared in the dining room, and they joined them at their table. Josh pulled his chair close to Carla and patted her knee. “Sleep well?”

She smiled. “It was eventful, but I think I’m over the jet lag now.”

He wanted to know more but she wouldn’t expand on her night. Karen asked Ronnie how his bottom was, and he just told her that it was healing well.

“You don’t mind if I take your husband into the Femdom room, do you on the ship?” she asked, turning to Carla. “I think he would enjoy being strapped to the St Andrews Cross.”

Carla just shrugged. “I don’t mind if that’s what Ronnie wants. Maybe Josh can introduce me to it as well.”

Josh perked up and leant closer to her. "You will be naked and very vulnerable,” he said quietly. “Others might want a turn with you.”

She felt her body tingling at the thought.

“When I say 'others', I mean males and females.”

She just looked at him. The thought of a woman taking sexual advantage of her had never even crossed her mind, but suddenly the thought excited her.

“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?”

She shook her head.

“Well, that’s another box we’ll have to get ticked for you, hey?” Josh said with excitement.

Ronnie looked on wistfully, wondering just how much this cruise was going to change them. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Jasmine coming into the restaurant. She smiled and gave him a little wave. He wondered if Rob had seen his handiwork with the razor yet.

An hour later, they sat down in their seat on the coach taking them to the docks. Carla had been talking to Jasmine as they queued to get on. She had told her that her husband was a bit annoyed at being unable to fuck her. Carla told her bluntly that she just didn’t fancy him. Jasmine understood and asked her did she mind that Ronnie had slept with her. Carla just shook her head and smiled. “I’m just happy that the both of you enjoyed yourselves,” she told her.

Jasmine seemed relieved.

“So, obviously, you are going to be extending your foray into the world of swinging, then?”

She smiled. “I am, not sure about Rob, though, or if we will still be together at the end of it, but what the hell.”

Carla laughed. “Well, these things either make or break you.”

“They won’t break you and Ronnie, then?”

Carla nodded confidently. “Oh no, we are solid.”

“Is… is it okay, if I… if we see each again then?”

Carla laughed. A few weeks earlier, she would have given the woman a damn good hiding. “Of course, you can… this is a… we’ll be spending this holiday living as we are two single people. You can shag him as much as you want. Only, once we get back on the plane taking us back home, we are once again a married couple, and normal rules apply!”

“I understand.”

“So, what is it about Ronnie then that you obviously like?”

Jasmine hesitated. “He… he’s… older and experienced. I like a man who knows what he’s doing… takes control, that sort of thing.”

Carla very nearly burst out laughing. This wasn’t the Ronnie that she knew. He was nothing like it… and yet maybe, he was, and maybe her personality quashed that side of him.

“Was it the spanking? Making you allow him to shave you?”

Jasmine was shocked that she knew so much about what they had done. “It... it was the way he took control. From the start he took the lead… letting me know that he was going to fuck me.  Rob… Rob never takes the initiative. It’s always me that makes the first move. Your… your husband intended fucking me… it was so refreshing”.

Carla was stunned. This definitely was not the man that she had married. She turned and looked at him standing guard over their suitcases as they were being loaded onto the coach. She saw him differently now.

When he returned to her side she took his hand. “I think Jasmine would like you to take her under your wing during the cruise. You know, look after her, keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn’t get out of her depth.”

Ronnie looked at the both of them. “I’m sure that Jasmine can look after herself. Anyway, she has a husband.”

Carla squeezed his hand tightly and put her lips to his ear. “He’s inexperienced. She needs a man and anyway, she enjoyed being fucked by you last night.”

He pulled back and looked her in the eye, astounded by what she had said.

“She needs you to take care of that shaved cunt of hers.”

“And you?” he asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. My shaved cunt is going to be well taken care of on this cruise.”

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