The Empty Nest(closed)

[cnuveau]

The urgency of her words and the way she pushed back against his thrusts spoke to Mark of a woman on fire, desperate to feed her own lusts. He'd ever before been with someone so willing to embrace and even chase her own pleasure the way Cara did and he found himself in awe of her and jealous of Bill.

"Oh fuck!" Mark stammered out when it hit him far sooner than he would have liked. If he had his own way he'd be content to hear her cries of pleasure all night but he could tell that she too was reaching her breaking point.

With a final thrust Mark drop deep into her ass and his body began to shudder as emptied himself into her. Even Bill wasn't able to escape the feeling of her walls contracting around him and cried out as he pumped stream after stream into her depths before Cara collapsed on top of him, a sweaty mess.

Mark collapsed next to the two, completely spent, as he watched the aftershocks of Cara's orgasm wash over her until finally she fell still.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She heard Mark say, “Oh fuck!” just before she felt him drive forward and deep one last time then felt him hold himself still in her depths, felt his cock ripple and then felt the hot stream of his cum claim the dark tunnel of her ass. Cara moaned softly, grinding back urgently against him, the muscles of her ass urging him to dump everything he had into her just before she, too, was overcome with a jolting orgasm. Her body twitched and she shouted his name.

Bill wasn’t far behind them as Cara felt his cock jerk deep in her pussy, spraying her insides with his hot cum.

“Bill!” she also shouted her husband’s name.

It was this incredible feeling to have both men simultaneously cumming inside her. All she could do was hang in there for dear life. Pressing back against the man who was cumming in her ass and grinding down on the man who was cumming in her pussy. Cara thought she might black out from the orgasm she herself was experiencing.

She wasn’t sure when Mark had slowly pulled out of her. She was barely conscious enough to acknowledge his presence on the bed beside her. She could feel Bill’s heartbeat pounding against his chest cavity as she lay against him, nothing more than a puddle of mush. All three of them were breathing rather heavily.

"Oh my god, guys... that was... that was... "

She just couldn't finish the sentence and simply ended it on a soft moan of pleasure.

 

[cnuveau]

Bill laid beneath Cara and held her tight amazed that, at that moment, he could never remember loving her more. The last time they dabbled in this kind of play it almost ended in disaster but this time was far different. This time there were no secrets, no sneaking around behind anyone’s back. It was just the two of them and Mark was just an accessory. “We should probably go.” He said, gently patting Cara’s bare ass though he was sure she’d be just as happy passing out there at the moment.

The next morning the ship was abuzz with activity. After days at sea everyone seemed excited by the prospect of finally coming to port in Venice in the afternoon. While Cara slept Bill got an early start booking a trip to the glass factories in Murano. Though he wasn’t excited to spend more time on a boat, it was something he’d been looking forward to. Down at the concierge lounge he ran into Mark and the two gave each other an awkward greeting.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“We should probably go.”

Words she didn’t want to hear. Cara did not want to move. Every muscle in her body was so relaxed, she felt boneless. When Bill patted her on the ass, she found the will power to sit up and reached for Mark, giving him a tight hug and a quick kiss.

“I suppose we should go so you can get some rest,” she whispered in his ear before releasing him and sliding from the bed.

With the help of both men, Cara finally got dressed and after one last kiss for Mark, she and Bill left his stateroom. Having finally found her sea legs, Cara easily made her way back to their stateroom and with one kiss for Bill, she fell on the bed in a dead sleep.

Cara was unaware of the coming morning, so heavily did she sleep. She wasn’t even aware that Bill had gotten up, got dressed and let himself out of the cabin.



The atmosphere on the boat was electric with excitement. The cruise ship was docking in Murano or at least, as close as they could get to there. Either way, people were milling about, talking eagerly about going into Murano.

Having made arrangements with the concierge, Bill turned and bumped into Mark. They greeted each other awkwardly. How did someone handle such things next day after the night they had spent together? They made some idle chit-chat before they each went off on their own agenda with Mark walking away, wondering if he would see Cara again.

Meanwhile, tucked snuggly under the covers in their bed, Cara was snoozing away. When the stateroom door opened, she barely heard it and gave a little moan, pulling the covers more securely over her head.

 

[cnuveau]

For days Mike sat in his cabin expecting that Brenda would come to her senses and walk through the door at any moment. He just couldn't understand how it all went so wrong, so quickly but the one thing he knew was that he had to get her back. When they were approaching port Mike visited the concierge and made arrangements for what he'd hoped would get them back on track.

As the crew readied for port a purser made his way down the busy hallway then depositing boxes with large bows in front of the cabins of their intended recipients. Beneath the bow was a note tucked into an elegant gold trimmed envelope. He dropped the last of the boxes in front of Brenda's door then quickly made his away back to the deck.

The honor of your presence is requested at the Doge's masquerade ball. I've taken the liberty of selecting your gown for the evening and we look forward to your presence. At 5:00 PM a water taxi will be waiting at the end of the dock to deliver you. I hope you'll be able to join us.

Regards,
Carlo

A few floors above Sarah opened her cabin door to find a box laying at her feet. Picking it up, she inspected the note then opened it. "Wow, Jim, look at this. A secret admirer sent an invite to a masquerade ball." she said, confused but excited.

Jim walked over and took the note from her, confused as to why it would say a secret admirer because that wasn't the wording they'd agreed on. "Yeah, that was a surprise but I'm not sure why it says secret admirer." he replied frowning, knowing it was supposed to be a mysterious Carlo who'd signed the note.

Sarah opened the box and took out the elegant gown that was enclosed. "It's beautiful." she said holding it up to herself.

Once again Jim frowned, noticing that wasn't the gown or the mask he'd selected for her.