The Empty Nest(closed)

Declan’s words, sent a shiver down her spine but when he leaned in to kiss her? She forgot about the world around them. While she should have cared about Declan’s bout of PDA, for his sake, in that moment, even that went out the window.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hand slip to the back of her neck and laced into a fistful of hair. She made a low humming sound deep in her throat as she leaned into him. Bren felt his hand slip under her dress and her thighs parted slightly for him. Dear god, what this man did to her. Her hand rested on his upper thigh, squeezing lightly.

When their lips finally parted, she was breathing heavily.

“Declan, I don’t think we should be doing this in the lounge.”

Brenda whispered. Yet, one part of her mind registered the fact that the lights in this lounge were dim. She was thankful for that, at least.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

She offered as her fingers brushed against his hair. Her thighs closed lightly against his hand. The man was lethal. She was hot, horny and wet. The only thing she could think about was Declan’s cock riding deep in her body until they both cried out in release.

“I want to suck your cock and I can’t do that here,” she teased.
 
Declan shrugged when Brenda asked about whether they should be kissing in the lounge. He had little concern about any of the staff reporting him and everyone else around them seemed to be more focused on their own good time.

“Yes, let’s.” He said with a grin, removing his hand from her dress then helping her up from her seat. He was more than a little shocked to hear her say she wants to suck his cock. He couldn’t imagine those words coming from the mouth of the woman he’d met the night before but a lot seemed to have changed for her over the last day and he was excited to experience the result of those changes.

“Lead the way.” He said, letting her lead them out of the lounge knowing they’d be walking right past Mike as they left. When she took her first step Declan made eye contact with him, lifted his fingers to his nose, took a deep breath then dipped his fingers between his lips with a smug grin. He didn’t quite know why he felt the need to be so cruel to the man. Perhaps it was because at every turn he failed to fight for her. Whatever it was, Declan was happy to rub what was happening in his face.
 
Bren knew she had somehow shocked Declan with whispering in his ear about how she wanted his cock in her mouth and that made her smile as she took Declan’s hand to help her from her stool. Her mind was occupied by anticipation that as she walked in front of him and out of the lounge, she hadn’t even noticed Mike. Once out of the lounge, they walked back to her stateroom, walking down the corridors and just softly talking about anything as they went. They took the elevator up a couple of floors and stopped in front of a locked door. Bren fished her key card from her little clutch and opened the door, holding it for him as she passed through the doorway. As the door softly closed behind them, she found herself suddenly nervous to be alone with Declan.

She didn’t even look over her shoulder. She knew he was behind her. Replacing her keycard in her clutch, she tossed it on one of the ledges the room had. While all of the rooms were a bit compact, she had managed to get a larger one with a balcony overlooking the ocean. Bren walked toward the balcony door, unlocked it, sliding it open. A cool ocean breeze met her and she lifted her face welcoming it before she turned to face her lover. With a soft smile, she walked slowly toward him, then sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for him.
 
Declan could sense the subtle shift in Brenda's demeanor as they walked to her state room. When they left the lounge she seemed so fixated on their path that she didn't even notice Mike sitting there watching them leave together. The look on Mike's face was priceless though and Declan savored every moment of that assholes misery.

Now, approaching her door she seemed far more nervous and he wondered if she was going to get cold feet. It was understandable if she did. After all, it was one thing to flirt in the bar with a near stranger with all the turmoil that was going on in her life but taking him down to her stateroom with an explicit intent was something else entirely.

When they entered the room he watched her move through the darkness. Only the dim light filtering in from the balcony guided her way as she walked to the balcony door, opened it then paused for a brief moment that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. It felt to Declan like she trying to decide whether she was going to go through with it or not and he half expected her to turn and gently dismiss him. When she walked over to the bed then reached for him though all doubt was gone.

Declan approached, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he did. When he reached the last button he pulled the shirt over his shoulders then let it fall to the floor exposing his toned chest. He stopped just in front of her, a leg on their side of hers as she sat on the bed, then stroked a hand through her hair. With his other, he took her hand then guided it to the buckle of his belt.
 
There was nothing but silence between them. Her eyes watched as he removed his shirt. Her eyes heated as his naked chest came into view before her. His hand in her hair made her eyes close until she felt him take her hand and guide it to his belt. Still, they didn’t speak as her fingers released the belt before they moved to unbutton the waistband of his pants. They slowly unzipped the zipper, carefully lowering it. Only then did Brenda look up into his face as her fingers slid around the sides of his pants, gently lowering it over his hips. Her lips felt parched as if she were dying for water, but water was the last thing on earth she wanted. She wanted Declan. In her mouth. His pants came down, his underwear as well and Bren pushed them down his legs until her reach was exhausted. Her eyes were glued to his cock, standing proudly, slightly pulsing. One of her hands came up and wrapped around his heat and gently stroked. His skin felt warm and velvety in her hand. Her head lowered, even as she stroked him, her lips parting in preparation to granting him entry into her mouth. Her tongue slipped out and making it flat, she stroked against the slanted head just before she slid her mouth over him, sliding him along her tongue until he rested against the back of her throat. Her lips closed around him as she gently suckled….
 
Declan's fingers combed through Brenda's hair while, with the other hand, he pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders causing them to fall down her arms and expose her breasts. "Mmm, that's perfection." he breathed out watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth as the subtle rock of his hips met her motion.

Though he could easily be content to allow Brenda to do this to him all night Declan had other things in mind for her. Reaching down he gripped Brenda under her arm then guided her to her feet then with a single quick motion spun her until her back was facing him. "Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?" he whispered into her ear as he pushed her dress the rest of the way down her arms until it pooled on the floor at her feet.

Declan's arms wrapped around her, cradling a breast in one hand while the other plunged into her panties. His lips burned kisses into the back of her neck as his fingers parted her folds. Slowly his hand drifted up from Brenda's breast then wrapped around her throat, gripping it firmly. "Take your panties off." he commanded firmly into her ear as his fingers found their way into her core.
 
"Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?"

His words flowed over the back of her neck and into her ear, making her shiver with heat and desire. She pressed her body back against his, feeling the wall of his hard chest against her back. She ground her ass into his hard cock, still wet from her mouth. She still wanted him there. In her mouth. She could still taste his essence on her tongue.

Her dress floated to the floor as Declan pushed it from her body. His hand wrapped around her breast and his other found its way into her wet panties. The heat of his lips seared the back of her neck even as his fingers found their way between her central folds, slipping between them. She was more than wet for him. She ground her ass harder into his crotch, feeling his cock throb against her.

His hand left her breast, wrapping itself around her neck. Her head tilted back against his shoulder. His words echoing into her ear.

"Take your panties off."

Her mouth went dry. Her heart thumped against her chest wall as her blood raced through her veins. His command made her quiver with want and need. She closed her thighs around him, holding his fingers inside her captive for a moment. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she managed to edge her wet panties down off her hips, allowing gravity to slip them down to pool around her ankles, like her dress. Her nakedness pressed back against him. Her arms went back behind her to embrace him, her hands gripped his ass, holding him tightly to her as she ground herself back against him again. She was dripping wet for him. Her core wept with the need to feel his cock sliding into her, stretching her walls to accommodate him, then tightening around him as he fucked her.
 
Declan's teeth closed around Brenda's earlobe as his fingers circled her clit and his cock pressed against her ass. "God, this body of yours." he whispered, loosening his grip on her neck then letting his hand roam her body for a moment, feeling all of her soft contours.

"No climb onto the bed." Declan's words were followed by his hands guiding her onto the bed then seizing her movement just as her second knee landed on the mattress. "Right there is fine."

Pulling Brenda back slightly, Declan let his hard cock play between her thighs for a moment as he gripped her hips and ground his into her ass. He could feel the need seeping from her as she pressed back against him. Without another word Declan reached down then guided himself into her and with a firm thrust, he pulled her hips back toward him then sunk himself deep inside her.
 
Brenda got on the bed, on her hands and knees and before she could move any further, Declan stopped her. He pulled her back against him and felt his hard cock grind into the crack of her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she could help herself, pressing back against him, feeling wanton and willing to do whatever he wanted.

She felt the head of his cock slip between her folds and then came the thrust that pushed him deep inside her. It made her grip the sheets below her and howl his name. She ground her ass back into him, feeling his cockhead rub against her slippery internal wall.

“Declan. Oh god… yes, yes… fill me up. You feel so damn good.”
 
The way Brenda had found her way slowly to giving in to her desires the previous evening had left little room for the kind of raw passion that was now shared between them. Free of the uncertainty there was no doubt between them what they were there to do and Declan took full advantage of that fact. Gripping a handful of flesh on each cheek, Declan pulled Brenda to meet each thrust causing the percussion of their bodies to echo through the small cabin.

A grin stretched across the corner of Declan's mouth as he remembered the look on her husbands face when the two passed him in the lounge on their way out. He could tell the man knew exactly what Declan would be doing to her and he wondered just how stupid the man felt when he visualized Declan doing exactly this to her.

"Mmmm, you're so fucking hot." Declan groaned out before closing his teeth around his lower lip then landing a firm slap against her ass. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark but just hard enough to guage her reaction to it and give him a sense for whether that type of play was something she was comfortable with.
 
The slap to her ass made her squeal in surprise. It landed on her ass cheek just hard enough to make the skin there, warm. She ground back against him each time he thrust forward to sink into her. Her internal walls clenched around him in response as she threw back her head with a moan of pleasure.

Mike had never fucked her like this, not even when they were just dating. Declan, she had to admit, made her feel sexy and hot. Funny, the sex with Mike was okay but nothing explosive like this.

Telling her she was hot, made her grin between moans of pleasure.

“So are you, Declan. You’re….so…. damn… sexy.”

And she loved how his rock hard cock made her feel.
 
Based on Brenda’s reaction Declan felt no hesitation from her with the aggression he was showing. If anything it only seemed to be heightening the experience for her.

Declan continued slamming into her for another minute before withdrawing from her then guiding her forward onto the bed so that he could climb on behind her. When he was on, he entered her again then pressed his weight against her back forcing her chest down onto the mattress.

“You love how I fuck you don’t you?” He growled as he reached down, collecting each of her arms then folded them behind her back, pinning them there while he slammed into her.
 
Bren wasn’t sure had gotten into Declan but, she loved it. She loved his aggression. When he withdrew from her, it drew a mew of disappointment from her but it was certainly short-lived. Declan pressed her up on the bed and crawled up behind her, parting her thighs wider as his cockhead nudged back into her wet tunnel.

“You love how I fuck you don’t you?”

He growled in her ear, making her shudder and wet. She felt her pussy clench around his column of hardness. Before she could find her voice, he had her arms folded behind her back as his cock continued to slam into her. Her chest was pressed into the mattress, her face turned sideways. Her ass was poised up in the air, exposing her to Declan’s eyes. She knew he could see the signs of her arousal as he continued to fuck her. She moaned.

This was so different from the man who had sex with her last night under the stars. That man had been sweet and gentle yet so sure of himself. Today, he was all aggression and she wetter for him than ever.

“Yes,” she screamed, unable to stop herself, “I love it. Don’t stop. Fuck me harder, Declan.”
 
Declan had his suspicions and, hearing Brenda, she confirmed every one of them. After decades of a boring and nearly non-existent sex life with her limp husband, this was exactly what she needed. He was sure there were parts of her that needed all the intimacy, connection and sensuality of it. After coming to the decision to step away from her marriage though, she seemed to want everything it was not and that was this.

Releasing her arms, Declan gripped Brenda’s hips again and continued to drive into her. With each thrust he guided her back to meet him, sending him deep into her core. As he fucked her, all he could think was what an idiot her husband was for neglecting someone like her. The man had it all and let it slip through his fingers like a fool.

His breathing labored, Declan withdrew from Brenda when quickly moved onto the bed beside he before guiding her to straddle him. “Show me.” He said as he guided her hand then wrapped it around his cock.

His words were intentionally vague because there so much he wanted her to show him. What she’d been missing, how much she loved it, how beautiful she was as she rode his cock. He meant all of it and wanted nothing more than to allow her to think only of herself after the decision she’d just made.
 
He was wild. This was wild, she thought as Declan’s hips continued to drive against her rounded ass. Bren couldn’t believe how she was responding so passionately to this man.

“Show me.”

His voice drifted over her as Declan guided her to straddle his hips. His hand took hers, wrapping her fingers around his cock. Her hand tightened around him. She could feel his strength and heat against her palm. Her eyes sought out his as her hand guided his cock between her lower lips, rubbing the head against the entrance to her center, teasing them both for just a moment. She eased his cockhead inside her as her hips lowered down, pushing his length inside her, filling her. Bren let out a small moan of pleasure.

“So good, Declan. You feel so damn good.”

Her voice was barely a raw whisper as her hips continued their downward journey, filling her greedy, desperate pussy. Her internal muscles grabbed and drew him deeper in. The palms of her hands rested flatly on his chest as she rose and fell on his cock.
 
Declan's gaze fell on the sway of Brenda's breasts as her hips rose and fell onto him. When he'd first seen her on the elevator the night before he could have never guessed that he'd find himself here now. With her shawl wrapped around her shoulders she just didn't fit the part. He was seeing her in a completely new light though and it only served to prove that you can only tell so much from first impressions of someone.

"Fuck, you feel so good." he groaned as he leaned up to take one of her swaying breasts into he mouth as he pulled her tight to him.

The sound of the waves crashing against the side of the ship echoed in the room as the sea breeze cooled the heat between them. Declan could feel the tension building inside him, coiling tightly in his core like a spring demanding release. Falling back down onto the mattress he gripped her hips, guiding her movements as his hips rose to meet her and his moans grew louder. "Oh fuck, yes!" he cried out as every muscle in his body tensed all at once and his cock began to pulsate inside her.
 
Their hips clashed time and time again. The only sounds echoing around the room were the sounds of sex. Their sex. Brenda felt his body tensing beneath hers and ground her body against his, forcing his cock to the very back of her canal, causing her pleasure and pain. She felt his cock swell and then twitch inside her just before she felt his hot sperm flood her. Her own orgasm caused her body to go rigid and quiver.

“Oh god… oh god… Declan…”

Ripple upon ripple tore through her body. Her internal muscles squeezed and undulated around his cock, milking it. Her very own awareness went dark for a moment or two before she collapsed on his body, her forehead tucking into the side of his neck. Her harsh breathing a force there as well.

Brenda lay upon Declan’s body, completely drained. She had no energy left. This man could make her quiver from head to toe. What was it about him? She made a move to disengage their bodies and slip next to him.
 
"What do you feel like today?" Bill asked as his head rested on Cara's bare stomach and he looked up at her. It was day 3 on the boat and he was already feeling like they'd exhausted new things to do. Though they could always go hang out at the pool again there was a growing feeling that was drawing him back to the fun were having before before everything went haywire with Steve and Marsha.

Bill rolled off Cara for a moment and fumbled in the nightstand producing the small vibrator that fit into the panties that they'd played with on the plane. "Maybe you should be wearing this today." he suggested with a grin as he held it up between his fingers.
 
"What do you feel like today?"

Cara mulled over Bill’s question as her fingers lazily shifted through his hair.

“I don’t know. I mean we did the pool thing. How do you feel about checking out what kind of entertainment they have for us or maybe a little gambling?”

When he rolled off the bed Cara looked surprised for a moment, that is until he reached into the nightstand and took something out. She sat up and scooted back against the headboard and laughed when she saw what he had in his hand.

"Maybe you should be wearing this today."

Remembering what happened the first time she wore it, Cara arched a brow.

“Can you be trusted with that thing?”

She knew he couldn’t, but that was half the fun.

“I swear when we get home, I’m going shopping to find something for you,” she grumbled good naturedly.
 
“Of course I and be trusted. What could possibly go wrong?” Bill said, grinning with a guilty smile that likely told her she was in for some trouble today. They’d behaved themselves for quite a while and Bill was itching for the kind of excitement that marked the start of their adventure.

Bill slipped the vibrator into the pocket at the front of her panties then handed them too her as they got dressed and headed out for breakfast.

When they got up to the dining room they found their table empty. It was clear that things were going great for Brenda and Mike. A part of him felt bad for both of them but the other was thankful to void the awkwardness of another meal with them.

Looking over across the dining room he spotted an attractive man about their age dining by himself. It was then an idea of something fun to get into struck him. “Don’t be obvious but look over to my right. The solo table. What do you think?” He asked directing Cara’s attention towards him. He’d always regretted never being in the same room and participating when she was playing with another man so he wondered if now might be a time to correct that.
 
“Of course I and be trusted. What could possibly go wrong?”

She playfully growled at him. She knew exactly what he could do with that remote in his hand. Glancing down at the panties in her hand, she wondered if this was such a good idea. She knew Bill. She knew his mischievous streak. There was no trusting him. Period. However, in the name of being playful and she couldn’t leave out, sexy either, she donned the panties.

“I swear, Bill don’t overdo it or I’ll make you wear it.”

Cara playfully laughed as she got dressed. They headed to the dining room and found their table. No one was there. Cara wasn’t sure if she was relieved or saddened. Brenda and Mike were going through a rough patch and she wasn’t sure if they were going to make it or not.

Their server came to the table to take their order for breakfast. Cara found herself starving. She ordered a rather large breakfast and asked for a Bloody Mary also. Glancing over at Bill, she grinned.

“Need to get of false courage since I’m not sure how playful you’re feeling.”
 
Bill wasn't sure if Cara was intentionally ignoring him or hadn't heard him but either way it seemed like he needed to get her attention. With a click of the button he could hear a low hum coming from beneath their table. He left it one for a long moment before cutting it off. "Thought maybe I needed to get your attention." he said with a grin as he twirled the remote between his fingers. "Now, over to my right. The solo table. What do you think?”

Bill's eyes casually scanned the room coming to rest on the man again so that he could guide Cara's attention toward him. "It's a shame he seems to be on this cruise all by himself. Maybe he needs someone to play with don't you think."

It was entirely possible that she was just choosing to not hear him because she wasn't interested in playing like that anymore so he decided to press it to find out for sure.
 
Cara gave a small soft scream when she felt her panties vibrate. She gave Bill a dirty look then followed his instruction and looked over his shoulder at the handsome man sitting alone at his table.

“Nice,” she said softly as her eyes studied him.

Nice was such a simplistic word for the man she was studying. There was an aura of strength around him. He looked at ease with his surroundings. She watched as his server approached him and took his order. His server was female, young and attractive. She was obviously subtly flirting with the gentleman in question. He appeared to be oblivious to her flirting. Cara smiled then looked back at Bill.

“Possibly.”

Since it was Bill suggestion, Cara thought that asking this man to join them was okay with Bill.

“Let’s have breakfast and see how our day goes, okay?”

Cara suggested as their meal arrived, hot and real. She dug into her breakfast. Reaching for her coffee cup, she took a sip and glanced at Bill.

“Are you feeling a little bored, darling?”
 
The last thing Bill wanted was for Cara to think he was getting bored with her. He could never imagine something like that happening. At the same time he worried that if they neglected the kind of adventure that reignited their passions, they’d fall back into the old pattern that nearly ended their life together. “I’d never be bored with you.” He replied, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. “I was just thinking that maybe we were due to add a little spice.”

Reaching into his pocket Bill clicked the vibe on again to its lowest setting. “Admit it, the idea of he and I both taking you is filling your thoughts isn’t it.” Bill glanced back over at the man just as he looked in their direction. When their gaze met Bill gave him a subtle guy nod which was retuned. “I think he’s thinking about you too.” Bill went on to suggest before clicking the device off again.

When they were done with breakfast Bill signed for the check, leaving a healthy tip, then led Cara past the man on their way out of the restaurant.
 
She just needed to hear the reassurance from Bill. Then the beast turned the vibrator back on, just enough so her clit knew it was there. She let out a little squeal, soft enough so only he could hear it. Even though it was on the lowest setting, it still sent waves of need through her. Her eyes, as she gazed at her husband, told him what she was feeling.

Of course, they couldn’t do without some spice in their lives. By now, she hoped they had learned that a little bit went a long way. They still needed just themselves most of the time.

“Admit it, the idea of he and I both taking you is filling your thoughts isn’t it.”

Her eyes wandered to the man in question. Yeah. It was now. She closed her eyes briefly as the imagery flowed into her. Oh, dear heavens. She rubbed her thighs together under the table and leaned toward Bill, whispering.

“Damn you, Bill. Yes. Yes, I am. Fuck.”

She turned attention toward her breakfast and tried desperately not to fidget in her seat as she did so. Between her panty vibrator and her thoughts, she was soaking her panties and she prayed she couldn’t short-circuit the miniature toy as it continued to hum merrily.

When they had finished and Bill had signed the check to their room, leaving a tremendous tip in their wake, they got up and started to leave, bypassing the handsome gentleman they had been talking about. As they passed, goosepimples broke out on her arm and fuck if he didn’t smell good too. Men who smelled that good should be outlawed. Everything she was feeling went straight to her pussy and she dug her nails into Bill’s arm in response.
 
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