I never forget this enjoyment journey

This is a new story called “I never forget this enjoyment journey” let’s start…..It had been a very long time since my wife Nova and I had taken any sort of vacation together. Though we weren’t exactly workaholics, there never seemed to be enough time to allow ourselves the simple pleasure of just getting away. Another side effect of that had also taken its toll on us, our sex life had become virtually non-existent.

We had finally realized that if we didn’t do something about all that soon, we were headed for trouble. Nova and I up until now had always had an uninhibited exciting relationship. Early on in our marriage we’d been wild and carefree, even making love in semi-public places just for the thrill of it, something that never failed to excite the two of us almost beyond reason. When Nova and I first sat down and decided we seriously needed a really nice vacation, we began looking at various options and places we might go.

 It was during this time that Nova came home from work one evening very excited about something. I soon learned that one of her co-workers had mentioned something to her about a particular cruise she and her husband had gone on, and how it had basically saved their marriage. In moments we were on-line looking up the website, and then sat perusing through the content of the cruise that was being offered. It didn’t take long to discover this wasn’t just some ordinary cruise, though Nova’s friend had already hinted as much.

“Brad?” Nova said simply looking at me. She didn’t need to say anything more as we began reading through the schedule, dates of departure and return. But it was the bold print that immediately caught our eyes, reading “Adults only pleasure cruise, where your wildest fantasies on the high seas can come true!”

“A swinger’s cruise?” I asked curiously. Nova and I weren’t exactly prudes. We’d had and shared various fantasies with one another, we had even hot-tubbed with friends in the nude, had gone so far as to eventually fuck in front of one another in fact, though that had been as far as it had gone. 

Those few experiences had left us excited, wanting for more, though the opportunity, and Nova’s somewhat professional celebrity status had always kept us cautious about doing more than what we already had. As an anchor on a local TV news station, Nova was too well known for us to really do anything without word getting out. Aside from our very close and dear friends, what we’d done already was dangerous, though exciting enough. But the thought of taking a pleasure cruise, which we felt we could safely and easily do, was something else all together.

At thirty-five, my wife was very much an attractive sexy looking woman. Shoulder length, almost coal black hair, olive complexion, piercing blue eyes, and her face alone garnered attention, especially while on camera. I had always gotten a bit of a secret delight watching her on the evening news, knowing that I was the one who was married to her, the one who enjoyed fucking her, though there obviously many others who wished they were too, women as well as men.

Like any celebrity, though Nova never really did consider herself one in that light, she received a fair amount of fan mail at the TV station she worked for. And though ninety percent of the letters and emails she received were typical friendly “fan” mail, every once in a while she’d get something a bit more provocative or suggestive, of just how some of her male admirers often thought about her.

We discussed actually going at length, and then went ahead and booked ourselves passage for the following month for a ten day “Pleasure Cruise” that promised all sorts of promising delights. By the time the day finally arrived for us to depart I was on pins and needles. Actually, we both were. Somewhat apprehensive as to what we might expect, obviously nervous, we were somewhat relieved to learn that there would be an indoctrination, and an acquainted meeting an hour after the ship had pulled away from port.

Since it had been a while since we’d gone on any sort of real vacation together, we had spared no expense, booking one of the first class suites, one of six on each side of the upper deck, all sharing a single accessible deck from which we could go outside of our cabin to sit on, with deck service being offered twenty-four seven should we choose to take advantage of that.

We soon after joined the throng of fellow passengers in one of two fairly large lounges as we began receiving information with regards to all the various activities over the next ten days. We were all given handouts as to protocol, and etiquette along with assurances that privacy and anonymity was paramount for those who had any concerns.

 Activities were scheduled, some having actual signup sheets so there could be no misunderstandings as to what might be expected for some of these, with very clear and detailed explanations as to what could be expected if someone decided to participate. Though we hadn’t really discussed some of those aspects in any great detail with one another, it had caused us a few raised eyebrows, which I knew we’d no doubt talk about later in the privacy of our own cabin.

One of the things that was made immediately clear to all of us, was that nudity aboard ship, except for in the dining areas inside, was not only allowed, but encouraged. So we were all given to understand and not be surprised upon seeing it. But in addition to that, we were also told and informed, that public, sexual activities were also permissible, and anyone having a problem with seeing that, or running into it, had booked the wrong cruise. 

This generated a little nervous laughter by most of the group in attendance, though no one raised any objections upon hearing that. Even when the question and answers phase of the indoctrination was given, I was surprised when an older gentleman actually asked then if it was permissible for he and his wife to fuck out on the deck in full view of everyone if they actually wanted to. He, along with everyone else was again told this was indeed permissible, and to be expected, especially by other returning guests who’d taken this cruise before.

There were really very few or strict rules that had to be followed. No meaning No for one, which was a given. Open windows into suites were an invitation to watch, so if privacy was wanted, then curtains were to be drawn and closed.

 Everyone was expected and required to ask courteously before joining in on some sexual activity that might be taking place out on deck, separate and apart from any of the more formal scheduled parties and events. Obviously, anyone signing up for those was basically giving permission beforehand, though again, even then, No still meant No if someone wasn’t interested or attracted by another individual.

With no other questions or concerns to be addressed, the meeting ended and everyone headed off back to their rooms, or to simply wander around about the ship taking in the sights until the first real party at sea which was scheduled for later on that evening. In the brochure we’d been given long before we’d actually gotten on board, we knew it was a greet and meet, sexy negligee party. Everyone was thus invited to attend, 

wearing whatever bedtime attire they felt comfortable in wearing, though there would be prizes given out and awarded for the sexiest, most provocative attire. I knew that Nova had gone out and purchased something special just for that particular first night’s event, though she hadn’t of course shown me what it was as yet. For myself, a bit unsure of what to expect, I had opted for a very brief men’s bikini in black and a matching silk short kimono as my outfit.

We had enjoyed an early dinner of steak and lobster, and then went for a stroll around the deck enjoying the ocean as we cruised on a sea of glass. Several passengers had in fact taken advantage of lying about in the nude on deck, though we hadn’t as yet stumbled into anyone engaged in any form of sexual activity. It reminded me of a high school dance, everyone went wanting to, but no one wanted to be the first one out on the floor either. I figured the negligee party later on that evening would no doubt open the doors to that at some point.

We’d soon after gone back to our suite, made love (though drawing the curtain closed when we did) and then got up to dress afterwards, a smile on each of our faces as we’d thoroughly enjoyed one another in ways we hadn’t done for a very long time. I sat waiting patiently out on our semi-private little deck, ordering a cocktail as I waited, Nova inside the cabin making herself ready. I was pleasantly surprised when a young attractive looking steward appeared carrying the margarita I’d ordered, surprised as she too was dressed quite sexily herself in a pair of very tight fitting shorts, and a halter top that threatened to spill out her rather nice sized breasts.

One of the other things we’d been told in the indoctrination was that the ship’s crew was at liberty to join and entertain the guests if approached, provided those said activities didn’t interfere with their assignments or workloads. Still horny, even after the incredible sex Nova and I had just enjoyed with one another, as the young woman leaned over placing a small napkin down on the table next to me, along with my drink, I got a rather nice long view of her deep plunging cleavage.

Deciding to test the waters to some degree, I actually commented on it, curious as to what her response and demeanor might be afterwards.

“You have what appear to be very lovely looking breasts,” I said, also thanking her for the drink. She smiled, thanking me, and then surprised me, although I guess I shouldn’t have been when she answered.

“Thank you, would you like to see them?” she asked.

I didn’t have any reservations about doing so, nor in having asked her either. Nova and I had long ago discussed the various possibilities of what to expect while on board. The only thing we’d come to mutual agreement on, was not to become involved sexually with anyone, unless we were both there, and having given our approval, though a simple knowing smile would be all that was needed when we did. Just asking to see her boobs, or rather being invited to see them didn’t constitute Nova’s needing to be there.

“I would!” I said smiling, as she smiled back undoing the two small buttons holding her halter together. Not surprisingly, she had no need of a bra as the halter served both purposes.

“I’m Mattie, by the way,” she added. “Gregory, is the day steward on this side of the ship,” she then informed me, continuing to stand there with her gorgeous breasts staring me in the face. Not only were they near perfectly symmetrical, but she had the largest, darkest colored areolas and nipples I had ever seen before.

 “And anytime you need either one of us…for anything other than drinks or snacks, don’t be afraid to ask,” she stated letting me know in an instant exactly what she meant by that. With that, she again smiled, re-buttoning her halter, and soon left. Only then did I realize as I looked down that I was sporting an erection. I took a sip of my margarita, and then heard Nova calling out to me from inside our cabin.

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