When we reached Spain, the history and architecture were magnificent. We all had the choice of staying overnight at a resort or going back to the ship for some planned activities.

“I think we all should go clubbing tonight,” Kelly pleaded. “There is a flamenco club that I’ve been dying to experience.” Then she whispered to me, “I’m horny as fuck. I’m hoping that I can find a guy tonight; do you want me to find one for you too?” I just looked at her, and she laughed after I nodded a definite no. Leaning in, she boasted, “You’re probably still leaking cum from the last time you said no.”

Kelly knew that the guys would rather watch paint dry than go clubbing, so she was confident that it would be just us girls going. Sure enough, the guys decided on casino night. Later, while still on shore, the guys excused themselves, rolling their eyes at our “pleading” for them to come dancing with us.

"Now that they're out of the way, how about we find ourselves some Spanish food? I'll take mine around six feet and muscular. How about you ladies?” she asked as we all laughed with her.

An hour into the club, Kelly was dancing with some stud named Diego. He looked at Kelly as if she were fresh prey, which is pretty much what he was to Kelly: fresh meat. It didn’t take long before Kelly was being felt up as their tongues were doing the tango inside of their mouths.

“Kelly is certainly going to get hers tonight," Sarah said as she watched her friend dance. “What about you, Traci? Are you going to take advantage of being without the guys and get some? Now's your chance to make your first anniversary that much more memorable; unfortunately, you won't be able to tell anyone," she laughed.

“I’m a married woman,” I told her. Which is what I kept telling myself, right up to the point where Kurt's cock would push the flower petals between my thighs to the side so he could deposit millions of his sperm against my cervix.

“That’s not stopping those women,” she said, as we looked around to see a few women we recognized from the ship getting the same treatment as Kelly. One girl wasn’t waiting to get to a hotel; she looked as if she was going to have sex right there on the dance floor. "It’s a meat market," Sarah continued. “When the cruise ships dock, the guys come from all over to see who they can bed. A wedding ring on her finger just makes her a bigger prize, so you should be careful, Traci. They challenge each other with how many women they can hook up with before we leave.”

“Are you serious? Oh my God."

While Sarah and I danced, Kelly seemed to disappear for a good hour. We were starting to get a little concerned, but the club was a big place, and we figured that she was just having a good time. We were right, except the good time she was having wasn’t what we expected.

“He has a nice cock,” she told us when she finally returned.

“How would you know that, or should I even ask?” Sarah teased.

“Because I just gave him a blowjob in the back of the building, and he tastes like strawberries.”

We looked at her in astonishment before laughing hysterically. “You’re such a slut,” Sarah was finally able to say. “Did you get what you wanted?”

“Oh, I got what I wanted to the last drop,” she said as she wiped the side of her lips with her finger and licked it. “What I need is coming later.”

“You’re impossible, Kelly. Where is your suitor now? Did he leave to find another woman to exploit?”

“He’s coming back after a while. He’s picking up a friend to hang with. I told him you needed a dance partner, Traci. He's supposed to be handsome. I hope he's not hung like a horse; we can't have you walking around all bowlegged around your husband.”

“Kelly! C'mon, you’re just trying to get me into trouble. I'm not doing anything with any guys except dancing.” I held my ring finger up and told her, “Married, remember?” I think I said that more for Sarah to hear, considering what Kelly knew about me. Sarah just sat back, looking out at the crowd, as if she were looking for someone.

Sarah and I danced with a few more guys, but mostly with each other. The guys were certainly trying to get their hands on us. I had to fend off a few roaming hands from my ass, which I started to like, so after a while, I let them go for it. I was really getting horny and hoped that this night didn't get out of hand. With all the promiscuity going on around us, I was fully entrenched in the excitement of the place.

Diego finally appeared with drinks and his friend.

“Traci, this is Carlos. I told him that I had met some of the most enchanting American women tonight. He didn’t believe me, so I invited him to feast his eyes on you.”

“Diego is right; you are all exquisite. May I have the pleasure of a dance?”

“Keep talking like that, and you might just score with more than one beautiful American woman tonight,” Kelly growled.

We all danced, swapping partners during the night. I noticed Carlos in a lip lock with Sarah while his hands caressed her very nicely shaped ass in what I thought was quite risqué for her. Then Carlos turned his attention to me and tried to kiss me, which I refused.

“I am sorry. Do I offend you?”

“You were kissing my other friend. I thought you wanted her,” I told him.

“Oh, si, she is very vibrant, but I think she is looking for someone else tonight. Besides, I was hoping to kiss the most attractive woman of all.”

Since my body and mind were already intensely stimulated, I didn’t say anything. My lips met his in a very sexually charged kiss. Feeling his hands on my hips and back seemed to supercharge the rumblings between my legs. As we made out, my mind went blank, my nipples were already painfully aroused, and the throbbing between my thighs became harder to ignore as I felt his manhood start to push into my lower belly.

“They like to play more than one slow dance back-to-back,” Carlos offered. “They say it helps to convince a woman to stray. I noticed you have a ring on your finger. Do you belong to another, or is it to keep guys away?”

“Oh? Are you looking for a married woman to stray tonight, Carlos?” I said with a very seductive smile.

“Si. I cannot hide that fact. You are una mujer hermosa, a beautiful woman.” I melted in his arms as he pulled me in, forcing me to feel his manhood pressing into my abdomen even more. One hand went to my ass and stayed there as his other teased my left nipple through my dress.

The songs ended, which woke me from my hypnotic trance I had fallen into. When we got back to the table, Carlos put his arm around me and held my hand, making the feelings of guilt start to return.

Of course, Kelly noticed the happenings while I was gone. “Should we call it a night? I have some condoms for your boy toy if he didn’t come prepared. Personally, I’m going bareback with Diego.”

“Kelly, I can’t. This can't go too far,” I said, unconvinced in my own words.

“Sister, I watched you on the floor; I think you already did,” she told me with conviction. “Besides, I already invited Diego up to our bungalow for some extracurricular activities. I’m going to fuck him. How about we ask Carlos along, and you two can continue your dance, horizontally?” she said with the unmistakable look of lust in her eyes.

“Hey, where’s Sarah?” I asked. “I haven’t seen her for a while.”

“She had to leave; she was getting a pretty bad headache from all the loud music,” Kelly told us.

After another dance, I returned to the table and noticed that Kelly had her eyes closed while Diego kissed up her neck and behind her ear. Suddenly she opened them, and out came a moan that I knew all too well. Diego was fingering her pussy under the table and was giving her an orgasm right in the club.

After the orgasm subsided, Diego spoke. “We’ll leave you two beautiful women for a few minutes to decide what is next for us,” he said before walking away with Carlos.

“Diego is going to own my body before this night ends. I suggest that you bring Carlos and make some forbidden memories. You know you want to, and I know you will, so let’s just do it. I don’t want to hear about you being married either. I’m so ramped up right now, I would let him fuck me right on this table.”

Kelly had a very determined look on her face and knew I couldn’t argue with her, so I obliged. “Fine, but nothing's going to happen with Carlos and me.”

“Honey, at this point, I just need some dick in me. If you don’t want any, I’ll take both of them for a ride. Now, let’s get out of here.”

When we arrived at the bungalow, Kelly and Diego didn’t waste any time. They started to make out before the door even closed. The lovers didn’t say a word as they went to the bedroom, tossing clothes as they went. Carlos wanted to do the same but could tell I was hesitant. I was more than thankful that he acted like a gentleman instead of just assuming that I would have sex with him.

“We can just talk and maybe dance to some music if you like,” he offered as he played with the sound system.

Suddenly I heard a loud moan coming from the back of the bungalow. It didn’t sound like Kelly, so I went to investigate. What I saw shocked me to the core.

I knew Sarah was there and just figured that she had gone to bed. She takes sleeping pills, so I didn’t expect to see her until morning. But to my shock, there was Sarah, on her back, with none other than Kurt between her open legs. They were both naked, and Kurt’s hips were a blur as he pounded Roy’s wife, who was in the middle of having an intense and very satisfying orgasm. It was obvious that Sarah had not heard us come in. Even if she did, she probably wouldn't have cared at this point.

How could Sarah cheat on her husband with none other than Kurt? Was I being hypocritical? Of course, I wasn’t thinking about how I had fucked the same guy and violated my own marriage vows.

I was about to turn to leave when Carlos put his arms around me. “Let’s watch for a minute; they can’t see us, and it’s hot watching a couple together.” I stood there as Carlos’ hands roamed up my body as I got more and more aroused and further and further away from common sense.

“The way her hips move when he fucks her, she is enjoying it very much. They look as if they are familiar with each other’s bodies. Look, he isn’t wearing a condom. Are they married?” Carlos asked quietly.

I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the illicit scene before me. “Yes, they are married, just not to each other.”

“Ah, I see, like your friend and Diego. And you and I?” He then took a chance and put his hand under my dress to caress my ass while moving his hand to my breast and gently squeezed. “I would very much like to do to you what he is doing to your friend.”

We backed up a little more out of sight as Kurt grabbed Sarah and rolled over, allowing Sarah to ride him. There was a perfect view of his cock disappearing inside of Sarah. It looked so sexy and so incredibly raw. Kurt’s cock looked even bigger than I remembered as it moved into her sloshing, wet pussy that we could clearly hear. I could actually see the ring of her moist flesh as it hugged his cock before plunging back into her again and again.

“Let’s go,” I told Carlos as we walked down the hall, entering the other bedroom. There was Kelly, on her hands and knees with Diego behind her, saying something in Spanish that I didn’t recognize as his hips thrust against her upturned ass. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said in embarrassment.

I then started to close the door when Kelly said, “No, wait. Come in and join us.” I tried to make excuses on why I couldn’t, but Kelly insisted. Carlos pushed his way in, bringing me in with him. He then started to undress, leaving me as the only person with any clothes on.

“Nice cock, Carlos,” Kelly said. “You’re in for a treat; my married friend here loves to suck cock.”

I looked at Carlos as he walked up to me and grabbed me in his arms, kissing me. After a few moments, I pushed him away, which made him think he was being rejected. I stared into his eyes as I stepped back and removed my clothes. I then dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth, sucking him with a passion.

“Dios mío.”

Carlos threw his head back as my mouth pleasured his cock. I was insanely turned on in another country with the sounds and smell of sex all around me. No marriage certificate was going to stop me from getting what I craved with all my soul. My brain had checked out; it was my body doing the thinking now.

On the bed, Diego lay on his back while Kelly grabbed his wet cock, threw her leg over his hips, and sank down, impaling herself onto him.

“I don’t want to be the only one getting some international cock. Hey, Carlos, trust me, she wants you to fuck her. Oh, and it’s her wedding anniversary week, so you can be my gift to her,” Kelly told him as she rode her new lover.

“Is this true? You want this?”

I would be lying if I said no, so I didn’t say anything. I was hoping to swallow his load, somehow thinking that his cum down my throat wouldn’t be as bad. Kelly was right; I needed more. Reluctantly, I asked Carlos to help me up. I joined her on the bed, and the guys watched as I kissed her and fondled her tits. I then looked at Carlos, and like a cat stretching, I put my shoulders onto the bed and my ass in the air. Presenting it to Carlos. He smiled as he walked up to me and started rubbing my ass and hanging breasts.

“You’re sure? The ring—are you married?”

I turned and looked at him, my eyes portraying the urgency of my lust. “Fuck me, Carlos, tonight my pussy belongs to you.”

“Then come here; I want my whore on her back.” He then went to his pants pocket and reached for a condom. Thank goodness one of us had enough sense to be protected. He rolled it on as I spread my legs before him and fingered my pussy to lubricate my labia. He knelt between my legs and lifted my hips. His cock slid past the entrance of my married pussy and didn’t stop until he was fully seated, balls deep. “Ah! Coño apretado,” he mumbled. “You have a very tight pussy.” My second extramarital cock was buried inside of me, and I was feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness in committing adultery yet again.

Things spiraled out of control so fast as he held onto my hips firmly to lunge his manhood into my depths. There wasn’t a single moment to pause and reflect on what I was doing. The rush of it all took over completely. Consequences were the last thing on my mind, and I was in too deep to care about anything else.

We fucked like rabbits until my pussy was too much for him to hold back. When I sensed that he was ready to explode, my kink suddenly took over, and I pushed him off of me and demanded he lose the condom.

“Take it off, fuck! Take it off, I want it,” I demanded with a quavering voice and an urgency I didn’t recognize.

The heat of my voice was hoarse and dry. “Give it to me, let me have it,” I told him right before his cum shot out of his cock. I continued to moan as I accepted each volley he fed me, my voice begging for more with each rope that landed on my outstretched tongue and wide-open mouth.

“Fuck yes!”

He must not have cum in months, by the volume he fed me along with the sound of his moans. His sperm started oozing out of my mouth so much that I finally had to swallow several times before my throat was finally empty.

“That was amazing; you are truly a goddess.”

“To answer your question from earlier, yes, I am married. He is a wonderful man who I love with all my heart. But, right now, at this very moment,” I told him as my eyes bored into his, “my body belongs to you. I want you to fuck me like a whore,” I said as my voice quavered with need.

Kelly had just taken Diego’s load deep inside of her pussy and was now watching Carlos and me as we came down from our physical bonding. “I’ll get us some water,” Carlos said as he joined his friend in the kitchen.

“Shouldn’t you make him wear a condom?” I asked.

“Seriously? You just told him that you want to be his whore, and you’re worried about me taking cum in my pussy? You are confused, but I’m proud of you. Besides, I love cream pies.”

It was a tangled web of secrets and betrayal, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of twisted camaraderie with Sarah in that moment. After all, we were both playing the same dangerous game, caught in a whirlwind of desire and deception. With all the excitement and a lot of help with my mouth, it didn’t take Carlos long to reach full staff again. As he reached for another condom, I stopped him.

“No, I trust you are clean.” He nodded and said he hadn’t had sex in three months. “I want you to fuck me bare. I want your cum inside of me if you would be willing.”

Kelly, hearing my request, shouted, “Fuck yeah, my slut sister! I have a few morning-after pills for peace of mind if you would like one, sweetie. Not that you’ve needed one yet. Trust me, you are going to love taking a stranger's cum inside of you, but I guess you already know that,” she laughed.

Since the edge had been taken off of the guys with their first orgasms, Carlos and Diego had no problem staying hard for us. Somewhere between our moans and multiple orgasms, I realized that the person fucking me from behind wasn’t Carlos. I looked back, and Diego was plowing into me with his bare cock. I didn’t know what to think about that, quite honestly. It’s not like I was exclusively being Carlos’s whore.

Kelly sat back, directing both of the guys on how to defile me. Carlos convinced Diego that he had to try my mouth. I have to admit, sucking yet another man’s cock, knowing that he expected me to take his cum down my throat, spurred me on to perform. Kelly watched and masturbated as both of the guys traded off fucking the “married lady.” I had one of their cocks in my pussy and one in my mouth constantly, it seemed.

“Give it to her, guys, make her your whore,” Kelly insisted while she furiously fingered her soaked pussy as she sat back and indulged in her watching fetish. She craved to see me, such an innocent woman, a formerly pure and naive young wife, being violated, dirtied, and sexually defiled before her eyes as I moaned, "Fuck me, both of you, please, fuck me.”

Every once in a while, I would hear Sarah in the other room having her own sexual indiscretion. I almost wanted to join them, to bring Sarah into my debauchery. But then I thought that she had her own thing going, which I never knew about. I think I saw movement at our bedroom door at one point and knew that she and Kurt were watching. I must have looked like such a slut in Sarah’s eyes. We now had something in common, more than I ever expected. We were now fucking the same man outside our wedding bed. I wondered if she knew that my pussy had been wrapped around the same hard cock that she was enjoying.

Finally, after a few more hours of trading partners and seeing who would tap out first, the guys admitted defeat. After they thanked us and we said our goodbyes, Kelly and I snuck into Sarah’s room and found her sleeping alone. She was naked and looked as if she had taken a good, hard sexual pounding. As I covered her, I couldn’t resist looking over her body. She looked so sexy with her red and swollen pussy from the fucking she had received. There were several wet spots on the bed, no doubt where she had squirted and where Kurt’s cum had leaked from her pussy. I’m surprised that Kelly didn’t try to “clean her out,” quite frankly.

When the morning came, we found Sarah at the kitchen table. She looked scared, nervous, and ashamed. She spilled her guts, telling me all about being involved in an affair with Kurt, off and on, for the past two years.

“We don’t have sex all the time, just when one of us has a real need or urge. It’s been several months since the last time, and we had no intention of having sex on this trip, but when I figured out that you had been fucking him, I couldn’t resist and had to have it again. Don’t worry, nobody told me; I came down to the room to help you pack and heard you both through the door. You were begging for it,” Sarah said with a hunger as she looked into my eyes. “I missed that. Knowing what you were feeling, well, it turned me on. I love my husband more than anything, but he…can’t. I couldn’t resist having him inside me again.”

There was something said that I couldn’t get out of my mind. “Sarah, what did you mean by he can’t? Is something wrong?”

Then Sarah spilled it all. Roy, being a great husband and father to their kids, was going through some issues and hadn’t been able to be sexually intimate for some time. Roy said, “I don’t want to know about it, but I want you to be taken care of. I want you to be able to have sex with other guys while I can’t. I just want you to be here when I can finally perform for you.”

"He's had this problem for two years?"

"Well, no. Not exactly. Kurt and I actually started having sex two years ago; Roy's issue started nine months ago. Please don't say anything. We were going through some rough patches, and well... That’s why I never told you. It started out innocently enough, but the more we fucked, and we did fuck a lot, the more I felt bad about Roy. I finally broke it off, but I couldn’t get over the feel of his cock inside of me. Then Roy hit me with giving me a hall pass, and, well, we started up again. Don’t worry, Roy is going to be fine. It will be a few more months, but we think that we can start having sex again soon. He doesn’t know about Kurt, but I think he suspects something. I’ve never had sex with anyone else either, if you were wondering.”

I gave Sarah a big hug to console her when she told me something else. “Mike knows too; he came over one day, and when he didn’t get an answer at the door, he came around back and saw us. Kurt was sitting on the edge of the pool while I sucked his cock. We had just fucked, and I was trying to get him back up for a second round. I thought Mike was going to kill him, so I had to tell him what was going on. Mike, thankfully, knew some of the medical issues he’s been having, so he believed me. I’m sorry we kept it from you, Traci; it was a private matter that Roy didn’t want anyone to know about.”

A few hours later, the men met us for breakfast at a Spanish restaurant, and nothing was said about the night before except that we all had fun. We all swore to keep each other’s secrets, and between Sarah and me, we made sure to focus on our husbands for the rest of the day, but that night, right after dinner, we returned to the ship. I begged Mike to stay in instead of going out with everyone that evening so I could talk to him. I couldn’t let my husband, the love of my life, touch me until I confessed to my infidelity.

Considering we were on the ocean with nowhere to go, I took a huge risk and confessed my sins before they ate me alive. It was still relatively early, so we had time to really talk.

“Babe, I have to tell you something, and I don’t know how. I love you so much, and something is tearing me apart. I don’t want to ruin our cruise or our marriage, but I’ve done terrible, and…”

“Traci, I know,” Mike confessed.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I know.”

“Know? Oh my God, you know what?”

“Everything, it’s all my fault.”

My heart raced as Mike's words hung heavily in the air. “What do you mean it’s your fault? Mike! You need to tell me what you’re talking about. You’re scaring me,” I cried. “What’s your fault?”

“Kurt and Kelly. I know all about them seducing you. I know he’s been fucking you.”

I turned as white as the sheets, and my heart was pounding so hard that I could feel it in my neck. I struggled to catch my breath, my mind racing as I tried to process his words. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen," I finally whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “Babe, hun, sweetheart, what are you saying?”

“I knew this was going to be hard; I’ll just say it,” he said as I just sat there, trying to breathe. “I knew Kurt for several months before the cruise, and well…”

“Tell me, Mike. Tell me now!”

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything.”

Mike told me how he met Kurt months ago and how the subject of him seducing women came up. “Kurt admits he’s a womanizer who likes to seduce married women. I don’t remember how the subject even came up. One minute we’re having a drink together, and the next, I’m asking him to seduce you.”

I was dumbfounded. “You asked him to seduce me? Your wife? You wanted him to… fuck me?”

“Hun, please. Let me just say it,” he pleaded before continuing. “I’ve always had this thing about watching live sex and figured it would never happen. I even fantasized about you having sex with guys you work with but knew that it would never happen. When Kurt came along, he hit a nerve that changed everything. I thought, just maybe…”

“It all happened so fast; you were so easily seduced that it surprised me. I know it was wrong, but by the time I knew what to think, you had already sucked his cock. In my wildest dreams or fantasies, I never thought you would actually do it. When Kurt told me what you did and how enthusiastic you were, it turned me on so much that I let it continue. Then he told me how you begged to swallow him.”

“I’m so sorry, babe,” I said.

“Don’t be; I can’t explain it. I liked the idea of you doing it, but I wanted to stop it from going any further and didn’t think it would progress so quickly until the next day when I called him to tell him, ‘No more’. It took several times for him to answer his phone, but when he did and I told him, he said it was too late. When I was trying to call him, the reason he didn't answer his phone was because he was fucking you at that very moment.”

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I didn’t know what else to say. Should I be upset or feel angry? I felt a whirlwind of emotions crashing over me: a mix of betrayal, confusion, and embarrassment. How could something he thought was just a fantasy turn into this reality so quickly?

“Please don’t think any worse of me; I can’t explain it. Kurt said it’s called being a hotwife,” Mike continued. “It’s when a husband is so secure about himself that he gives his wife permission to have sex with other men. The husband usually likes to hear about it after the fact or even watch. I don’t know everything, just what I’ve looked up and read. It’s not cheating; it’s about trust. The husband wants to know that his wife is getting pleasured and having different experiences. It's what turns the husband on, and me too, apparently.”

“Kurt and Kelly do it differently. She likes to hear about Kurt seducing married women, mostly. The difference is that Kurt is usually fucking married women without the knowledge of their husbands. I swear, that’s not the norm. I’m not a cuckold in the sense that I want to be humiliated either. I just want you to experience more than I could ever give you on my own. Quite frankly, I like the thought of reclaiming you after a guy fucks you.”

“And I was the next target, me, your wife. You wanted him to seduce and fuck me.” I wasn’t really talking to Mike anymore; I was mostly talking to myself, trying to convince myself of what I was feeling. “So, you’re seriously not mad that I cheated on you?”

“Cheating? No, I guess I’m not okay with that. What I am okay with is you fucking men that I know about.” He then kissed me harder than he’s kissed me in a long time. I felt his cock, and he was rock hard. What surprised me the most was that my pussy had never been so wet, knowing that he was turned on by letting me fuck others. Maybe it was because I was being bailed out after thinking I was acting like a whore. I was so relieved that I didn’t even get upset that I was a pawn in this sick game.

Nothing more was said about the fantasy, as we were too busy fucking each other’s brains out. I had multiple orgasms, and Mike stayed hard through three orgasms of his own. I wasn’t sure what he knew about Diego or Carlos, so I proceeded to tell him everything without divulging the secret affair that Sarah was involved in.

“Now what?” I asked as I lay there in his arms as his sperm soaked the sheets under my ass after he heard how much I enjoyed being treated like a whore by two men in one night.

“Barcelona is tomorrow, but first…”

Not an hour later, I stood at Kelly’s cabin door. They were returning from a comedy show in the theater. “Sweetheart, is something wrong?” Kelly asked with genuine concern.

“Mike and I talked; he told me everything,” I told her as Kurt stood by us, no doubt wondering if he was in trouble.

Kelly didn’t know where this was going, so she just waited. “Everything is…perfect,” I responded as I walked into her and kissed her lips. They invited me in, and I didn’t return to my room for another two hours. My face and hair had cum on them, and sperm would have been running down my leg if it wasn’t for Kelly and her perversion of eating her husband’s cum from my pussy.

I had to laugh because Kelly had the same question that I asked, Mike. As she lay there between my legs, cleaning her last load from me, she asked, “What now?” I seriously had no idea since I had never planned on this.

Kelly looked up from between my thighs with a big grin on her face. “I hear Barcelona has some really hot guys.”

When I got back to my room, Mike was waiting for me. I had the post-sex glow after being fondled, eaten, kissed, and fucked. Of course I was nice and mostly clean with the exquisite help from none other than Kelly. My lips were puffy, my cheeks rosy, and my pussy red from usage. Mike reclaimed me with a passion that I hadn’t expected, and then we had a chat to talk about some rules.

That’s right, Mike said I have a hall pass. I told Kelly and Sarah a while later. I didn’t even know what that was until this morning. I just can’t fathom why he wants me to have actual sex with other men. I mean, it’s odd, right?

“Hey, we won’t judge. Look at us,” Kelly said as she motioned to her and Sarah while we had an ice cream without the guys.

“What other rules? Tell me.”

“He prefers I have them wear condoms, but he loves the idea that I’m taking a guy I’ve just met bare. He just wants me to be safe at my discretion.”

“Well, that’s very gentlemanly of him,” Sarah said as we all laughed.

Kelly, Sarah, and I didn’t get a chance to find more men to play with in Barcelona. Not that we wanted to push our luck. There was one incident that Kelly and I called Sarah on. She tried to keep it a secret, but when she left to change her clothes for the pool, she took an awfully long time. Kelly and I grilled her until she finally fessed up. She had met a guy who she had talked and flirted with and never expected to see again with all the people on the ship. Well, on the way back to change, they literally bumped into each other rounding a corner, and she ended up in his room bent over his bed, taking a pounding from behind.

“He felt amazing fucking me, and he’s hung. When he first slid his fat cock into me, it was like having an out-of-body experience. You would like him a lot, Traci. His cum loads are huge. He used a condom, but I hear you like to swallow, Traci. I'm sure he would oblige you; just don't drown on his cum," she said with a wink as we all laughed.

Before the guys joined us, Sarah told me, “His room is 2354. He’s single and says that he’s never had more than one woman at a time. What do you think about having some girls' time, since tonight’s a free night? He says he can get away from his group if interested.”

“Hmmm, what do I think? I think tonight we should go to that women's-only session tonight in the theater,” I suggested with a wink. “Maybe take a detour to—what did you say, room 2354?”

We all laughed and had our plan; the rest of the day was fantastic. We girls kept looking at each other as if we were guilty of something we hadn't done yet. We spotted Dale walking by. "We'll cover for you, don't worry, go." Sarah could see that I was too scared to move, so she took my arm in hers and walked me in front of where Dale was walking. Things were said that I couldn't hear over the sound of my heartbeat before Dale walked away, leaving me with a smile.

About two hours later, Sarah came up to me. "It's time." I just looked at her, not understanding what she meant. Then my eyes got as big as saucers when I remembered. "Go, don't worry, we'll cover for you." Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of 2354, not having the nerve to knock. Suddenly the door opened; it was Dale, wrapped only in a towel.

I remember him removing my clothes. We didn't rush; each of us wanted to take in the sight and to touch each other's bodies. When we finally did do it, he was gentle. His tongue on my vagina was soft, as if he wanted to remember my taste. When his fingers entered me, it wasn't hurried; they moved slow and easy against my swollen clitoris as if it were a fine instrument. He touched my whole body with his nakedness until he was fully embedded inside of me. We both moaned as he impaled me again and again until we both succumbed to our desires. Dale flooded me with his passion at the same time as my body and mind lost all coherency. Our lips never met in a kiss, as if he knew that it would have been too much, considering the bonding we were having.

When I got back to the group, Kelly and Sarah couldn't wait to drill me on my experience. I didn't know what to say. Finally I just said it was good and left it at that. That very night, Sarah and Kelly gave Dale his two-women experience as I opted to stay in with Mike. I lay down with my husband of one year. In all this time, I had forgotten what making love was until I met a stranger who reminded me. I told Mike what we had planned, giving Dale the three-woman experience, and he asked why I didn't go. "That would have been hot, you had my permission."

"I'm right where I belong. Now, are you going make love to your wife, or am I going to have to take what I want?" I asked in a sexy voice. While we had sex, I couldn't shake the feeling of how Dale made love to me. My husband should be the only person to make me feel that way. Yes, Mike should also be the only one who knows what the inside of my pussy feels like and how I taste, but making love and fucking are different. Shouldn't they be? When Mike and I made love, it always ramped up to where we were fucking. With Dale, it felt different. He made love to my body from the first touch to the moment after his sperm washed the walls of my pussy, claiming my depths as his own.

Sex with Kurt, Carlos, Diego and Dale all felt different. Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. Mike wanted me to have experiences with my sexuality that he felt he couldn't give me on his own. The feel of another man's lips as he kissed me, the taste of his tongue, and the way their hands felt as they caressed and touched my body, to how they fucked me knowing that I didn't belong to them. I discovered that I liked most of it, but none of it compared to the feeling of my husband reclaiming my mind and body after another man indulged his lust with another man's wife.

Six months after my first anniversary cruise and what became my first hotwifing cruise, I lay there feeling Bruce's fresh sperm gushing out of my freshly fucked pussy as he finally pulled his exceptionally large and deflating cock from my overused pussy. I loved the feel of another man's cum running down my ass; there was just something so taboo about it. "I am certainly going to be sore for the next few days," I thought.

As Bruce finally moved to my side, Mike replaced him to add to the copious amount of semen my pussy was already filled with. Both men fucked me a second time before Mike and I went back home, where he reclaimed me in our own bed.

I couldn't wait until morning when Kelly and I had our morning coffee. She would be excited to know how her friend Bruce worked out. I would be needing some of her tender loving oral care after the pounding he gave me.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed.

A little about me:

I am a real “hotwife” whose husband allows and encourages me to have sexual relations with others. One of my rules is hubby is always with me, but he has given me the freedom to use a hall pass if "opportunity arises." I literally completed this story right after returning from an actual cruise with two girlfriends and a hall pass from my husband, which I surprisingly used with a man whom I met on the ship. It's a strange feeling being naked in a man's bed, knowing hubby will be unable to reclaim me for another three days.

I have had quite a few experiences; maybe I will write about how it all began, especially since the most asked question I get is, How did I go from being a virgin bride to hotwife?

Kisses, Kara Sweet