Us? Together?

[Vikingstone]

A bit of fun for Maid of Marvels and me. Just us two for the time being but feel free to PM with your creativity.

 

[Vikingstone]

And awaaaay we go...!

Suddenly separate!

Allysons' husband of 21 years, gone of natural and dreadfully unpleasant causes. Chris' wife of 19 years (henceforth to be referred to as HER), gone with a very nice looking young man by the name of Raoul she met at her golf club. The son of one of the other members, Raoul wanted what she wanted, travel, excitement, wild times. Chris had to go to work.

Chris and Allyson had been friends since high school. They'd double dated with their future and now former spouses. They studied together in college. They played frisbee and hit the beach and got drunk and still remained just friends. The best of friends. No sexual tension, no unrequited love, no undercurrent of repressed longing. Pals. Buds.

And they had truly been there for each other when the chips were slammed on the table. His illness and tragic death. HER revelation of an ongoing affair with a 25 year old. They had fortunately fallen toward each other and propped each other up. And remained just friends.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

A light tap at the back door and the sound of her best friend's voice as she let herself in, brought Allyson Moorehead up from the miasma of self-pity that comprised most of her thoughts these days. "Hi hi," Fran chirupped, setting a box labelled Friedman's Bakery down on the table before giving Allie one of her trademark bear hugs. "I hope the coffee's fresh. The pastries are."

"I just made it... " she looked up at the clock and blinked. Had she really been sitting here for over three hours? "Erm... maybe it's not so fresh after all. I'll make new."

"No, I'll do it. I'm up. Besides, you can go take a shower while it's making. You look like you could use one."

If anyone besides Fran had said such a thing to her, Allie would have died of embarrassment, but she and Fran had been friends since the fourth grade and there was nothing -- or at least little -- that the two girls, now grown women, could talk about; personal hygiene being one of them.

Pulling her robe tight, she didn't argue, just went down the hall and turned the water on before dropping the robe in the hamper and stepping under the pulsating water massage. Admittedly, it felt wonderful.

She had to stop this... this getting into a funk thing. Sometimes it only lasted a day, others it lasted... "Way too long!" she chided herself out loud and finished rinsing off.

Wrapping herself in a towel, she padded into her bedroom and dried quickly, slipping on shorts and an over-sized tee. The years hadn't been unkind to her, though there was a slight sag now in her breasts and she was slightly fuller in the waist. Her hair, still uncolored, hadn't lost its sheen and surprisingly enough neither had her eyes lost their sparkle. In Hank's eyes, Allyson had simply "ripened" rather than aged. God, how she missed him!

Her friends had been like bricks throughout Hank's illness and after his death six months ago. What they didn't understand, or maybe they did, was that she just didn't know what to do with herself anymore. She'd never been a mother, Hank wasn't able. She hadn't worked for most of her married life either. Well, not at a proper job.

Allie had taken care of her husband by herself twenty four seven for most of that time, her only respite when he was in for peritoneal dialysis twice a week. And even then, she used that time to shop and clean and do other things outside the house that she couldn't manage when he was home. Now, she realized, it was time to start taking care of Allie.

Fran had just finished pouring two mugs when she walked back into the kitchen. "Fran, I've made a decision. I need to start doing... "

Also trademark Fran, she didn't wait for her friend to finish. "That's nice, sweetie. It's good to know, cause we're going on a cruise... " Allyson waited for the other shoe to drop and she wasn't disappointed. "And so are you."

"Oh, I am, am I?"

"Yes. No arguments. Jack already booked you a cabin and paid." As if to emphasize that it was a done deed, brooking no argument, Fran reached into her purse and pulled out a travel folder with her passage stapled to the inside pocket.

Allyson had to smile. It was far from what she'd intended, but it was a start. A good start. "So who else is going?" she asked, knowing that Fran and her husband rarely did things outside a group.

"Oh," she answered with a sly smile. "That you'll have to wait and see."

"Cripes, Fran! You know I hate surprises. You aren't trying to... fix me up are you?"

Fran snorted. "No worries, bub. I'd never do that. You should know better."

In truth, Allie did know, but she still had to ask. "A cruise! Picture that! Picture me!" "I did, girlfriend. I did."

Sipping her coffee and taking a bite of poppyseed cake, she started to look through the brochure, chatting about shopping and what she'd need to take with her. Things were looking up. Definitely looking up.

 

[Vikingstone]

*Clickik*

"Goooooood mornin' in the valley, it's Big Andy Steele and if you gotta be to work by 8 you better GET YOUR ASS OUTTA BED!!! if this don't roll you out, nothin' will, Zeppliiiiiin on Rock 100!" bellowed the announcer on Chris' clock radio, followed instantly by Robert Plants' opening howls on The Immigrant Song.

Chris rolled over groaning and reached for the blasted thing with his eyes still sealed. Then he opened his eyes and rolled again. Then he crawled the last couple of feet with a variety of obsceneties pouring from his dry lips. He was alone in a king-sized bed. And the clock was on HER side. After four bleak months of occupying this giant raft alone he still ended up on "his" side during the night! One developes habits after 19 years.

And here was another amusing occurence. A morning hard-on. In times gone by, he would have mentally examined his schedule and made a determination if a morning quickie was appropriate. Then he would have tickled his naked wife here and there to ascertain her disposition on the subject. 9,999 times out of 10,000 she would wiggle, giggle, grab his big dick and spread her legs wide, drawing her knees up slightly. Or she would hoist her big, round bottom into the air, jiggling her cheeks in a most inviting fashion. Most of the time, however, it was all her idea and he would rouse to her gentle sucking or just as she began to slide that wake-up wood into her permanently slippery cooze, so warm and...JESUS CHRIST!!!!! He was having a sexual fantasy about HER!!!

"Jesus creeping shit, I have got to get a grip," Chris mumbled out loud. He forced himself to remember that the pussy he was thinking of was currently sticky with another mans spunk. That mental image cooled his ardor very effectively and he stumbled into the bathroom and sat down on the commode.

Alone in the house, he walked downstairs naked and poured himself a cup of french roast, marvelling as he did every morning, at humanitys' most glorious invention - a coffeemaker that stored and ground the beans perfectly and could be hooked to a water supply and set to brew a pot automatically.

Chris' still half hard dick flopped goofily before him as he stepped onto the veranda at the back of the house. Another warm and beautiful day in the hills. He looked over his pool and property with pride. It gave him a certain amount of comfort to know that the place was his, forever. HER had no use for it, especially since he'd been intractable that 11 1/2 of the 12 acres be left totally natural. So when they split everything up she took her ten million and he took his and then he paid her 0ne million for her half of the property. Best investment he ever made.

He flopped on a chair and slurped at his joe. His myriad feeders and houses attracted a legion of pretty birds and his main morning activity over the last couple of months had been maintaining them. Then around noon, he'd have a sandwich and start drinking. Next to the pool in a chaise, he'd slather his naked body with SPF 900 and sip his obscure beers.

"Good god, Chris, this is exactly where I found you last week, why haven't you been returning my calls!?" the familiar voice of Fran blasted through his edel pils soaked brain. "Is this to be your life, tempting skin cancer and drinking this goofy beer?"

"Hey, I gotta send all the way back to Wisconsin for that stuff!" Chris slurred, apropos of nothing. "Costs me 14 dollars a six, including shipping."

"Oh lord!" Fran huffed. "I know you're depressed, my darling, but this simply won't do. You have far too much to offer and your friends miss you terribly," and then Fran added with real sadness in her voice, " I miss you."

Chris was touched by his friends sincerity. Fran and Jack were good people and had been solidly in his corner since HER decided it was time to move on. He knew Fran was right. He...he, he was just having trouble getting motivated.

"Now get up and and take that sweet li'l ass of your for a few laps, I'll find you some shorts and then we'll discuss the cruise we're taking." That last bit slightly mumbled as Fran turned to walk away.

"Wait just a godamm minute you tart, what cruise?!" Chris said with mock anger.

Fran snapped her fingers and stopped in her tracks. Turning on her heel and sauntering back she looked Chris up and down and then right in the eye. Punctuating each point with a poke in Chris' solar plexus, Fran gave her ultimatum, "YOU my dear, are going on a cruise with Jack and I, it's as simple as that, no arguments no whining, next week, so DEAL with it big boy!" With that she placed her hand firmly in the middle of Chris' chest and pushed him visciously backward into the deep end. And ran.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

The next week passed like a blur. Fran, who had always been the self-titled Queen of Shopping had her at it every day, and though Allyson would never admit it out loud, she was actually enjoying it -- perish the thought.

Day wear, evening wear, shorts and tanks, halters, slacks, silk shawls for when it got chilly at night, a light sweater to tie around her waist in the day and a bathing suit or three -- one of which she couldn't even imagine wearing in public. Oh, and shoes. Heels, sandals, zoris, slippers, flats for day trips on the island. New bras and panties. "How can you stand to wear such tame things?" Negligees, lounging pajamas, a new robe. "You are not wearing those old cotton flannel things on this cruise or that too-ratty-for-goodwill robe of yours. Toss them!" Allie had actually forgotten how good it felt to get "dressed up".

On the last day they went to the salon -- Fran to cover up the gray and Allie to get a "new do". "Do I look okay?" she'd asked her friend who was looking at her with head tilted and a big smile on her face. "Are you out of your mind?" Fran had retorted. "You're drop dead gorgeous! I'm thinking I'm going to have to put blinders on Jack to keep him away." Allie wasn't so sure about the "gorgeous" part, but she was pleased. The stylist had taken off about six inches, but the cut was great and sort of shaped itself around her face, curling under as it brushed her shoulders.

All of this was concluded with much fuss as they submitted themselves to facials and full body massages followed by manicures and pedicures. "We're just taking it easy today," Fran had said. Her idea of easy was almost more work than the shopping had been.

"Okay now," Fran said when she finally dropped Allie off late that afternoon. "Don't forget. Set your alarm cause we'll be picking you up at seven sharp. A.M."

Allie had nodded, wondering if she'd have the strength in the morning to crawl out of bed. All this relaxing today had been exhausting, and it wasn't until just as her eyes were closing that she realized that Fran had never said one word about who else would be going. Guess she'd have to wait and see.

 

[Vikingstone]

Having listened to Frans' high-pressure sales pitch, which amounted to a 45 minute harangue about his self-pitying stupidity, Chris acquiesced to her demands. He promised to go on the cruise..and to go shopping for some suitable traveling clothes...and to do something about his look..."and just maybe if you get it together and rediscover your charming and witty old self you might get to use that big dick of yours for something other than pissing thru!"

"Geez, Fran, take it easy. Chris whined with a combination of embarrassment and real pain.

Fran reached across the table and clasped his hand warmly, "I know it's been difficult my dear, but you must pull out of this tail spin before it's too late. You're on the way to a real break down I am NOT going to stand by idly, watching."

Chris got a little misty at this point, looking up at Fran, his voice broke with emotion as he said, "Thanks."

"Of course, Bay-bee," Fran said in her best mommy voice. Then taking his face in her hands, she squished his cheeks together, gave him a big, goofy smooch and brightly said, "We're going to get you laid!"

Chris giggled and wiped away a tear. It was good to have real friends.

"Now, shower, shave, shopping," Fran ordered officiously as she turned to go. "And I will be checking up!"

"Yes mistress," Chris groaned.

And she was gone.

Have your teeth drilled...or go shopping. Chris would have to think for a few minutes on that one. Then he had a brainstorm...Mary.

Mary was the 40 year old high-class bimbo trophy wife of his 68 year old neighbor Bob Terwilliger. Bob...liked to work, all the time. Chairman, CEO, CFO, blah, blah, blah. No mistresses, no three hour lunches, just work. Hence, Mary was a lonely lady who lunched and fucked the gardener and the pool man and the 17 year old kid who washed the cars. To add even more spice to her life she'd also become a plastic surgery addict. Body of a 25 year old and the cat-like countenance of one who's had too many face-lifts. And of course the requisite big, fake tits. She squealed like a teen when he called and made his proposition.

"OMIGOD, help you SHOP?!?!" her voice went ultrasonic for a moment. "OMIGOD, OMIGOD, OH...MY...GOD, of course I'll help!" Chris had to pull the phone away from his ear to avoid permanent hearing damage. "I'll get one of Bob's limos and you and I..."

"Uh, Mare," Chris cut her off, "I really hate that running around and dealing with these people and well, could you just do the personal shopper thing for me and bring over a selection?"

Chris instinctively jerked the phone away from his head, "PERSONAL SHOPPER!!!! Omigod, Chrissy, you have no idea how close I am to cumming right now!"

"Cripes, Mary, take it easy," Chris laughed. "You're a sick little monkey, ya know that?"

Chris gave her the particulars of his build and she promised to bring everything by in the morning. Chris was concerned about Marys' judgement, but if the woman knew anything, she knew about fashion and cruises and jet-set shit of that nature.

Next morning Chris wasn't disappointed. Mary showed up at 10:00 with a nice variety of stuff including a tux and dinner jacket and shit, everything else. Underwear, socks, sandals, shoes and an almost obscene little swimsuit.

"Mary," Chris moaned, " I can't wear this thing in public."

Mary sneered lasciviously at Chris and said, "You can and you will try it on for me right now, that will be my payment for all of this hard work."

Chris actually blushed at her naughty command but found himself in the bathroom putting on the little trunks. And by god, it weren't too bad! Not fitness model material but he wasn't going to embarrass himself in these brief briefs. The batch was a bit...showy but the cruise line info made it clear that no one under 21 would be present for the voyage...so what the heck, give the gals a treat!

Chris blushed again as he stepped back into the living room and was stroked up and down by the hungry eyes of Bimbo Mary.

"Oh my yes," Her normally bubbly soprano suddenly low and smooth. "Yes, the ladies by the pool will enjoy that immensely." She slunk all the way around Chris making little purring noises of approval as she went.

God, Mary, you're such a predator," Chris grinned as she came back around. Her horny scrutiny had caused him to sport a bit more package for her viewing pleasure.

"Oooh, you're so silly Chrissy," the cheerleader was back. "And by the way they will be delivering a lovely steamer trunk out here later, along with the bill for all this stuff. I hope everything meets with your approval!" She held her arms open wide making it very clear she expected some serious hugging. Chris dutifully padded over to her and she grabbed him tightly, crushing her enormous, and hard, silicone breasts against his belly. She also took the opportunity to deftly massage his bulge with her educated hips.

"Hey, hey, c'mon Mary!" Chris pulled his hips back and giggled again.

Mary kissed his cheek hard and said breezily, "Can't blame a girl for trying!"

Chris then held her by the shoulders saying, "Seriously now, I can't thank you enough for all your help here, you've really been a lifesaver and taken a huge amount stress of of me.

Mary looked back into his eyes and smiled sympathetically, "You've had it kinda tough lately, Baby, it's the least I could do and still be a good neighbor." And with a wink, out the door and down the walk she went.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Like a double whammy, the phone rang just as the alarm went off. Fran, it seemed, was not taking any chances but all Allie could manage was an "Okay, okay. I'm up, I'm up" before unceremoniously placing the phone back into its cradle.

"Coffee. Shower. MORE coffee," she muttered, shuffling herself toward the kitchen to set up the pot. That done, she tackled the next part of the morning's necessary routine. "Shower, shower... show... errrrrr!" At least that re-energized her a bit.

Grateful that she'd decided on what she'd wear the night before, Allie dried off, only putting on a yellow lacy bra and matching panties for now. She'd decided to go bare-legged, so the pair of espadrilles made of the same fabric as the bag she was going to carry were slipped on as well. She had a forty five minutes.

Allyson lingered over her first cup, nibbling at her peanut butter toast and finishing it with the second. The third she carried to the bathroom to sip while she put her makeup on and did her hair.

Satisfied that she looked at least "presentable" from the neck up, Allie slipped on her dress. A floral print that was cut daringly low, it hugged her curves, flaring outward from the waist and flowing freely until it ended around mid-calf. Allie spun in a circle in front of the mirror and laughed. She was no Marilyn Monroe, but she felt the best she'd felt in a long, long time.

"Mornin' glory!"

Allie jumped and turned around to face her friend. "Is it time? I didn't hear the horn."

"You look... scrumptious. Jack's on his way in to get your bags," Fran said, giving her an appraising look. "I'm glad I packed the blinders for my old man now for sure. You ready?"

"You know Jack doesn't have eyes for anyone but you, silly woman. And yup... I am. Bags are downstairs by the front door."

"Well let's get a move on then. The boat's a waitin!"

 

[Vikingstone]

Papa's...

*Clickik*

GOTTA BRAND NEW BAG...BWAHHHHHHHH!

"WooooooHAH!" Chris had finally gotten his shit together and switched stations on the clock radio.

That's how he wanted to wake up! The Famous Flames giving JB a BIG hit on the way to the chorus. Chris hopped excitedly out of the sack and "got up on the good foot" on his way into the shower.
He actually couldn't believe how pumped he was about this trip. They'd picked up his trunk last night so all he had to do was to get cleaned-up and stumble on down to the departure building. Franny had given him all the details and the car service knew exactly where he was going. He didn't rent a limo but it was quite a ways to go in a bouncy old yellow taxi. Moments later his ride showed up, a nice town car. He fired up all the security systems and set the gate to lock itself down as soon as they exited.

Fran had told him to board the montrous ship and get checked in to his state room right away and not bother to wait for them. They knew where he was and call when they were similarly ensconced.

The steward showed him how to use his key card and the rest of the amenities of the more than generous birth he was to occupy for the next 21 days. Very generous indeed! A separate lounge with sitting area. Bedroom with a queen size. Good sized WC with a small two-person whirlpool tub. Just grand. Chris found himself wiggling like a ten year who just got EXACTLY what he wanted for Xmas. He found his trunk in the bedroom and snapped the beast open to orient himself with how everything was stored...he noticed that all the hanging garments had already been steamed and were on a rack behind the basin area. His toiletries were arranged and his shoes set out. Perfect, so far the service was beyond top notch. The phone twittered electronically behind him and he reached for the receiver.

"Hey you perverted, digusting, cheese-head beer drinking reprobate!" It was Jack. "I just saw about 50 young whores that DESPERATELY need to know the glories of that giant penis of yours!"

"I beg your pardon, are you sure you have the right number SIR?!" Chris said in his best old lady voice.

"Fuck that noise you bastard, you think I don't KNOW your little old lady voice by now, hell, you and I have done crank calls using your voice about a million times!" Jack laughed!

Chris laughed along with him...he and Jack had been good friends since before they had pubic hair and in private settings, spoke to each other in the most offesive terms they could come up with. "I'm shocked you could pull your cock out of Fran long enough to call me!"

"Who says I'm out of her," Jack spoke in a mock-indredulous tone. "I'm fucking the shit out her right now...she's so hot and tight and next I'm gonna flip her over and ram it right u her 'whup'!"

"Do you think you two infants could lay off that shit long enough to get some communication through!?" Chris giggled as he heard the exasperated Fran yelling at Jack from away from the receiver. Then directly into it, at him, "Jaysus, what is wrong with you two? Get you in private and it's "Obscene Romper Room" or something!"

"Now listen," Fran moderated her tone and imparted the required information. "Get your tight butt down to the pool deck for the farewell cocktail party. And you better look good smell good etc. Oh, and by the way, I had lunch with Maaaaarrrrrryy on Tuesday before she went shopping for you so don't even THINK about trying to con me that you had one damn thing to do with the clothing your wearing." Fran voice was strident but he could hear her smile. "Half an hour, now MOVE!" *click*

"But, but, I...she," Chris stuttered. Fuck. Busted. Well this stuff is far too stylish anyway she would have suspected something. Chris changed into a light v-neck sweater and consulted his pocket map of this beast. "Hell, it'll take me ten minutes just to get down there I better shake a leg."

Stepping out onto the pool deck his eyes were warmly greeted by a variety of beautiful people in their casual finery. Flicking his eyes around he finally locked onto Jack and Fran. They were chatting with a young woman who looked simply lovely from the side. All hips and tits in her clingy floral print. Fran saw him at last and waved. With that their lovely companion turned and revealed herself to be....

"Allie!" Chris yelled out loud and quickened his pace hurrying to be embrace his dear, dear friend.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Why you dirty... " Allie swore, not meaning a word of it. In fact, she was already up and running before she finished the sentence.

"Chris!" Catching her tightly as she flung her arms around his neck, he kissed her soundly, spinning them in circles.

"Hiya!"

"I'm sorry I didn't phone. I barely had time to catch my breath with all the shopping Fran had me doing. I figured I'd email... I'm so glad to see you!"

"Me, too. They never let on. Either of them. Fran said shop and pack. That was it."

"Erm... " Allie said, suddenly realizing that people must be staring and that Chris was still holding her up in the air. "Put me down, you hunka... and let me get a look at you." Standing back, she took a long look at the tall, cool drink of water that was her very best friend. "Nice," she said before squinting her eyes suspiciously. "Very nice... Who did your shopping?"

"Meh... " Chris replied, knowing he'd never be able to pull off the story that he'd done it on his own. "Mary."

"Jeez! Did you have to give any up?" Allie chuckled, linking her arm through his and leading him back to Fran and Jack. "Nevermind. You can tell me later. I think we have some friends with some 'splainin' to do."

Fran and Jack were absolutely beaming. To look at them, you'd have thought they just hit the lottery -- BIG -- and in their mind's they had.

"Well... " Fran began, by way of explanation. "We couldn't have either of you feeling like a third wheel. Could we?"

Allie rolled her eyes. "Oh, drop it. We all know we're your Get a Couple of Lumps out of the House charity of the week... And I," she turned to Chris and squeezed his hand, "for one, am deliriously happy to be the other half to one of the bestest Lumps I've ever known."

"Aww... shucks, ma'am. You shore know how to flatter a guy."

"Yup. Now how about a drink to celebrate? Me, I'll have a Margarita. But first... are there any other surprises I should know about?"

"Why, Allyson Moorehead," Fran exclaimed in mock shock. "If I told you that, then it wouldn't be a surprise any more, would it? And doesn't she look fantastic, Chris?"

Chris agreed, of course. Fran had probably paid him to, Allie thought to herself as she basked in the glow of their attention. "Flattery will get you... everywhere," she chuckled.

"Oh? And just where is everywhere?" Chris asked, arching his eyebrow.

"Perv."

"You know you want me," he retorted.

They spent the next hour or so watching the pier fade in the distance as the ship's engines kicked into gear and headed out to sea. Four good friends, reminiscing over old and good times with no mention or even thoughts of more recent sadder ones. Nor was there any need to. Allie was never so glad she'd done something on impulse as the day Fran announced the cruise.

 

[Vikingstone]

Chris

As they sat watching the sea roll out before them, Chris couldn't help glancing at his friend. Allie looked just wonderful...better than he'd seen her look in a long time. Her skin was glowing, her new 'do' was perfect for her, she was wearing clothing that showed off her ample feminine charms. The old Allyson was back and it gave him the strength to let go of even more of the baggage from the past.

They sat close to each other facing Jack and Fran. One minute holding hands like lovers, the next thumbwrestling wildly. Allie always won and Jack encouraged his good friend Chris by calling him "a hopeless fem".

"But seriously, man, does this chick clean up nicely or what the fuck?! Jack said a bit too loudly as he gestured toward Allie.

"Yes she does and keep it down, you drunken pig," Chris laughed at his inebriated friend. Then looking directly into Allies' eyes he said "She looks...magnificent."

Allie blushed slightly and then gave Chris a swift kick in the shin when she realized he was letting his eyes ramble down her body.

"Oww! Cripe, can't a guy enjoy the view for a moment without gettin' stomped!?" Chris whined like a 12 year old, then giggled. "The chassis is lookin' pretty classy there, ya know. I like it when you show off the hourglass."

"God, you two are such pigs!" Allie sneered with feigned indignance.

"Aren't they my dear...so base," Fran groaned as she turned to Jack and punched him in the shoulder

"Hey goddam it, what'd I say?!" Jack squealed. "Now, what about some food? I need something more than tequila and triple sec in my belly."

The rest of the evening whipped by in a blur of great food, 5-star service, and four people who are totally comfortable with each other jabbering away about anything and everything.

Quite intoxicated by the time they got back to their cabins, Allie and Chris were surprised to find they were right next to each other. Fran and Jack were definitely engineering something here and Chris found himself very pleased that they were.

"Awright Sweet Cheeks," Chris slurred slightly as he opened Allies' door, "You get some shut eye and call me when you wake up, then it's sun and fun galore!" "By the way, Jack mentioned something about an obscenely small bikini in your luggage, we'll be needing to inspect that tomorrow." Chris intoned with mock officiousness as he struggled with and then opened his own door.

"OH YEAH, well Fran said that Maaaarrrry told her she bought you a suit that would embarrass a Chippendale, so we'll be anxious to examine your batch as well, Mr. Big Stuff!" Allie sneered as she focused her eyes on Chris' crotch.

"I love that song," Chris smiled as he went through his door, ass first, waving stupidly as he closed the door in his own face.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie woke refreshed and ready for whatever the day would bring. She made the bed out of habit and hurried into the shower. Breakfast with Fran, Jack and Chris wouldn't come a minute too soon. She was dying for a cup of coffee and her stomach was doing a fair amount of complaining as well.

Twenty minutes later she was dressed; a button-down seersucker blouse tucked into a pair of khaki bermuda shorts with a brown leather belt that cinched in her waist. Plain white canvas sneakers on her feet, she brushed her hair back, grabbed her sunglasses and slid them up over the crown of her head. Next stop... Chris' stateroom.

Placing her keycard in her pocket, Allie stepped into the corridor and rapped lightly on his door before letting herself in. "It's only me," she said with a smile as he turned around and walked toward her.

"Gods, Chris!" she exclaimed as he hugged her tight and kissed her soundly. "You look... "

"I don't suppose you came bearing coffee? Maybe I should frisk you for some. You could hide the whole pot in there," he chuckled, reaching for her boobs.

Slapping away his hands, Allie grinned. "Nope. But I was hoping you'd escort me upstairs for some."

"It would be my pleasure, M'Lady," he replied, opening the door with a sweeping flourish to gesture her out into the hall where he offered his arm. "Your carriage awaits."

"Uh huh. Or the horse anyhow," she retorted as he whinnied. Her boobs and his cock had always been something they'd teased each other about.

Fran and Jack were just coming out of their stateroom as Chris and Allie approached. The women pairing off to leave the men to their own devices, or at least giving them the illusion of such, Fran bent her head close and whispered just loud enough for Jack and Chris to hear. "So... tell me you don't think he looks hot!"

"Well of course he does. He always has," Allie whispered back and winked over her shoulder at him.

She'd always known he was a good-looking man -- there had certainly been enough women sniffing after him over the years to corroborate it -- but there seemed to be something different about the way Allie saw him now. Maybe it was the maturity in his demeanor that she'd missed before... or maybe it was just the new threads. Whatever it was, Allie knew she wasn't going to be very happy to see him in someone else's arms during this cruise... And that, by the look of him, was going to be inevitable.

"So... " Fran continued on blithely. "How bout breakfast then we'll get into our suits and go swimming? The pool's heated, but I bet the two of you will really steam it up."

Allie rolled her eyes, but didn't say a word as they walked through the large doors of the dining room and were led to -- wouldn't you know it -- table sixty-nine. She and Fran groaned and the guys started to laugh.

******

Two hours later, Allie stood in front of the full length mirror behind the closet door examining her bikini-clad though near-naked body and remembering the day at the salon. "But it's a must," Fran had insisted when she'd shown signs of reluctance at getting a Brazilian bikini wax. "Everyone is doing it, dear. And with that suit you got, you won't want any stray hairs showing."

Allie had relented, biting her lip to keep from screaming out as the music went up and the pubic hairs on her mons were literally ripped out by the roots. In retrospect, the three rips were pretty painful, not to mention the added insult to injury when the waxer began to tweeze her red bits to get the strays she'd missed leaving only a small exclamation mark of hair to curtain off the labia.

Would she do it again? Allie wasn't sure, but it definitely made her feel sexier than she had in a long, long time. Or maybe that was just the suit.

Tying a floral sarong around her waist, she slid on a matching cover-up, buttoning it just about breast high. There'd be time enough, and very shortly, to show off the string bikini that everyone seemed so eager to see. Her, she couldn't wait to see what Chris would be sporting.

"Ready?"

This time it was Chris' turn to come calling, and Allie couldn't help noting at the disappointed look on his face when he saw that she was almost completely covered. He, on the other hand had left the shirt he was wearing open which did little to hide the scrap of cloth he called a swimsuit.

"Ohh, bay bee... " she purred, grinning and fanning her face.

 

[Vikingstone]

Chris

Chris looked into the mirror and once again wondered if this so-called swimming suit that Mary had given him was appropriate for stumbling around out in front of the world. He looked OK in it but the damn thing really showed off the ol' batch. And it wasn't even just a "basket" like one had in the front of ones' pants, this was a BULGE. A well defined, 'Hey suckers, check out the size of my meat' bulge! Well, if it seemed too much he'd pick up something different at one of the shops. At any rate Allie will give him an honest assessment. He slipped on a Hawaiian shirt and sandals and stepped furtively into the hallway.

Chris knocked a few times at Allie's door and was a bit bummed to see the stupid wrapper thing she was wearing. He was about to stick out his lip and whine like 5 year old when he felt Allies' eyes stroke him in much the same way Marys' did when he modeled his swim trunks for her a few days before.

Ohh, bay bee... " she purred, grinning and fanning her face.

Allies' eyes were focused very firmly on his tiny trunks and their big bulge.

"Uh, what, is it too much...you know Mary bought this thing and I just wasn't sure...?" Chris suddenly felt a little self-concious. Her gaze was appreciative but he studied her for signs of mockery also.

"Well, it's always looked like it might be too much, Sweetie," Allie purred, still gazing at his cock and balls in their silvery-blue shrink-wrap. But, what I've heard from those who have had the opportunity is, it's juuuuuuuuuuuuust right!"

"Alright, alright," Chris scolded Allie, but inside he was grinning with pride that his prowess had been discussed in glowing terms and that his friend obviously appreciated the view he was presenting her at the moment. "Come on get your shit, let's rock...pool time!"

They elbowed and pushed at each other as they made their way to the pool deck. Allie took every opportuinity to double-entendre Chris into oblivion.

"Oh, look a fire hose...do you keep yours on a reel like that?" "Say, maybe I should find a steward to help you with that bag, sir!" She sniggered and snorted.

"Uh yeah well, too bad you felt the need to dress like a nun!" Chris bitched about Allies' cover-up outfit.

"We'll see about that in just a moment won't we, big mouth." Allie grinned and sneered simultaneously.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie knew that Chris was uncomfortable and that her teasing might have been a bit much, but she also knew he'd have his chance to get back at her when he got an eyeful of the scraps of material she was going to pass off as a bathing suit.

"How's this?" he asked as they approached the pool, guiding her toward two remote lounges and making her feel even worse. What the hell was going on with them? Bodies, naked or not, had never made any of them uncomfortable before now.

"Fine," she replied, setting her bag down beside one and gesturing for Chris to take a seat. "Guess it's my turn. You ready for the great unveiling?"

Chris sat down and leaned back. Crossing his arms, he placed his fingers on his chin and regarded her solemnly. "I wouldn't mind."

"Okay, here goes nothing!"

Her back facing the few folks who were already poolside, Allie smiled nervously and hitched up the side of her cover-up, untying the sarong. With one swift yank, she had it off, brandishing it like a magician performing a trick and threw it at him. "Alakazam!"

Allie grinned at Chris who had turned onto his hip to better watch as he acknowledged her less-than-magnificent feat of legerdemain with a groan. "Yeah, yeah. But where's the goodies?"

"They're comin'... they're comin'!" Her fingers moved to the buttons of her cover-up and she began to unfasten them. Slowly. Allie didn't remember that there had been so many when she put it on and was almost relieved when she felt the lacy material fall open. Though she knew he still couldn't see much beside the colorful abstract print of the tan-through material and the plastic star that dangled from the top, she was even more nervous than before.

Grabbing the unbuttoned edges, Allie flashed him with a wide grin and pulled it closed. "I think that was enough, don't you?" she asked coyly.

"Umm... no." Chris had swung his legs over the edge of the lounge and was sitting up now, his face only inches from her body.

Allie nodded, wondering if the heat that seemed to be spreading over her body was noticeable. Knowing it was now or never, she let the cover-up fall open again and shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it slither down her arms to the deck.

Maybe it was too much... or maybe it was too little. Chris hadn't made a sound as Allie stood before him, the small triangles of the top scantily covering her breasts while the bottom barely covered her mons.

 

[Vikingstone]

Chris

Chris stared up at his friends face between the twin mounds of her big boobs. Directly in front of him was the cute little pooch of her belly and far below her belly-button, the tiny patch of fabric that just barely covered her mound. For a second he forgot he was looking at his good pal Allyson, and just saw an incredibly sexy middle-aged woman with a lovely face and brain-bending curves. And when it came back to him that it definitely was Allie, he still saw the same and his balls began to tighten and his cock began to swell.

Chris realized he was feeling something a different for his ol' buddy. She was still his dearest friend but something new had been added. Perhaps the tenderness they'd shared during their recent times of trial had brought them closer than even they were aware.

Chris couldn't speak for a long moment, his mind struggling with this new found warmth and, and desire. He wanted to touch Allie, and maybe more. But what would she do, how would she feel, and what was he going to do about this stupid dick as it hardened in these tiny...*SMACK*, Chris' reverie was shattered by a bif upside the head from an impatient Allie.

"Well, c'mon lemme have it ya big creep, I know you've got a filthy mind full of BS to give me!" Allie hissed down at him.

Chris reached into his shirt pocket and and retrieved a 20, snapping it underneath the stringy side of her bottoms. "Could I have your next lap dance please?"

*SMACK*

"You fucker!" Allie said as she laughed and shook her partially covered ass in his face for about three seconds. "There's your lap dance!" she snidely said while sitting down and putting the 20 in the pocket of her cover-up.

"Aawww c'mon 20 bucks for that!?" Chris groaned as Allie turned up her nose and stuck out her tongue.

"Gotta tell ya though, Babes, you are looking very, VERY hot in that itsy bitsy teeny weeny, kinda makin' me wanna.....touch!" Chris winked at Allie and swept her body with his eyes.

"Stop it you horrible man or I shall call the Gendarme!" Allie said in her best tortured french accent. But as she lifted her back to smooth out the towel beneath she glanced over and noticed a significant enlargement in the front of Chris' suit. The outline of his penis was suddenly more apparent to her eyes. More so than before. Had she done that? Was he getting hard for her? Since when was that part of "them"?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Fran

Jack kissed Fran with a promise to join them all at the pool after a nap. Between yesterday, last night and this morning, he'd managed to put away more than his share of liquor and had the head to prove it. "You go keep your eagle eye on those two," he'd instructed his wife drowsily. "God knows you've put enough effort into throwing them together."

Fran grinned and slapped his naked ass. "Whatever happens, happens," she chuckled. "I'm innocent I tell you. Innocent!"

"Uh huh... and oral isn't sex," he riposted, making a feeble grab toward her pussy.

"Hey! Watch that or I'll have to prove it's not... Again." Winking lewdly, Fran slipped a cover-up over her bathing suit and let herself out of the stateroom to go in search of her friends.

Chris and Allie were staring each other down on adjacent lounges when she arrived, the tension between them fairly crackling in the air. Uh oh, Fran thought. Or maybe it was ah hah. No matter what, she was there to make sure things went the way they should have gone years ago.

"Hi, hi!" she greeted them with a huge grin before standing back to admire the sight they presented in their skimpy swimwear. "Talk about eye candy! You two are enough to make me dump Jack and go gay. Hot, hot, HOT!" she added, fanning herself.

"Dump poor old Jack?" Chris asked in mock horror before seeming to reconsider. "You know, that's not a bad idea," he grinned. "You've been hogging that fat dick of his for longer than I can remember. It's about time I got a chance at that bad boy."

"Not a chance, lover boy," she gibed in return, flicking him in the middle of the forehead for effect. "Besides, you like women too much. Speaking of which... " Fran wiggled her eyebrows toward Allie. "She's a stunner in that, don't you think?"

Allie blushed and giggled self-consciously, still unable to clear her head of her confusion over Chris. "Right," she said. "So show us your goodies!"

Fran looked from one friend to the other and shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid," she began taking off her cover-up. "I've come overdressed... as usual."

They all laughed. Fran was notorious for overdressing sometimes, like wearing a dress to a picnic when everyone else was in cut-offs and shorts, but no matter what she wore or where, she never looked out of place.

Holding her arms out, Fran swirled in front of Chris and Allie. A simple two-piece, her suit wasn't nearly as revealing as theirs, but it showed off her figure to perfection -- just another of the traits she had that made both men and women turn their heads to look.

 

[Vikingstone]

Chris

At that moment, Chris thought that Frannys' timing was better than Jack Bennys'. The weird tension between he and Allie was suddenly stripped from the air and all was, well, not the same, but less...tense.

"What the fuck do I mean by that?" thought Chris as he again looked over at Allie, so ravishing in her skimpy suit. He simply had never really seen his good friend before. He'd seen her naked on many occasions from the age of seven and an 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' encounter to about two years ago...the last pool party before Allies' husband received his diagnosis.

In an abstract sense Chris had always known that Allyson was a hottie. With her pretty, open face and top-heavy hourglass figure, men and women looked and lusted. But to him she was...just Allie...they got together and chatted about everything from politics to sex to pop culture to history. They confided in each other and of course in the past months had kept each other afloat during the most trying times in their respective lives. He was in her debt for that...and he found himself wanting to simply make her happy. Do what she wanted to do and be where she was to see to her comfort. To hold her and, and...love her.

Yeeouch!!

"A-HEM!" Fran kicked Chris in the foot, poking the high heel of her sandal into his arch. "Waiting for effusive and horny praise for my 'on som bleh'

Chris leapt up, hobbling a bit on his stomped foot and grabbed Fran. He pushed her back into a dip and began to kiss her neck and the tops of her breasts making rather porcine snuffling noises as he did. He took her wrap and her bag away from her, handing them off to Allie as he moved by. He then twirled Fran repeatedly, dancing her around the pool deck with panache before dipping her dramatically once again.

In her reclining position poor Fran had no defense for what happened next as Chris swept her into his arms and jogged the last few steps to the pools edge shouting, "I owe you one Fanny-Franny...WOO HOO!!" and tossed her bodily into the crystal clear water of the ships gigantic pool.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Allie

Allie was on her feet and moving already when her friend hit the water, giving Chris a little nudge of her own as he leaned over to watch Fran come spluttering to the surface. She looked like a drowned rat, but her smile was as broad as ever. Not to be outdone, Allie did a cannonball that landed her between the both of them.

"Race you to the other side!" she challenged them and took off with a kick against the wall.

Of course Chris swam every day but neither Allie nor Fran were exactly slouches in the swimming department. Besides, she needed to burn off some of that thing she had in her head about him.

Chris was already there when she reached the far end, and Fran was a close third. "What took you so long, slowpokes?" he asked, buffing his nails against his chest.

"You mean you didn't see?" Allie blinked.

"See what?"

"I stopped and did this whole Esther Williams routine halfway across," she nodded for emphasis. "They've hired me."

"You mean Miss Piggy, don't you? She's a bit shorter and rounder, but she's got sexier hams... I mean hams," he retorted.

"Are you going to let him get away with that, Allie?" Fran challenged with mock indignance.

"Umm... " she squinted at him, gauging how fast she'd have to move. "Well... NO!" With her next breath, she was diving and Fran wasn't far behind. Chris didn't stand a chance against the two human torpedoes heading for his legs.

Once he was toppled, she shot off trying to escape his most certain revenge... in fact, he still owed her for the gentle prod into the pool in the first place.

 

[Vikingstone]

Chris spluttered back to the surface and snarled cartoonishly as he gave chase to Allie's retreating form. A few hard strokes and he was upon her, arms wrapping her body and squashing him to her from the back. Spinning her toward the edge he pushed her into the side of the pool, her big boobs flattening against the tile. Allie giggled and kicked and tried to fend him off but Chris held fast. After a moment he allowed her to spin around facing him. In the process, the tiny pieces of cloth that had so immodestly covered her enormous boobs slid sideways and suddenly they both became aware that Allies' bare, hard-nippled tits were digging into the hair on Chris' chest. The moment was awkward briefly before Chris giggled again and then launched one of the lamest impressions of James stewart anyone has ever heard.

"Well, a man doesn't find himself in a situation like this very often...gonna have to think about this..." Chris smiled with evil intent.

Allie's mouth opened wide as she realized Chris was indeed going to take advantage of her predicament. He wasn't attempting to help her, or calling for Fran's help. He was holding her tightly and reveling in the startling electricity that seemed to be passing through them as they embraced. Draping her arms languidly over his shoulders she gave him the sluttiest smile she could muster, making it obvious that she was enjoying their clinch just as much as he...

"What now, big boy?" she leaned forward and growled into his ear.

"Weeeeeelllllllll, first," Chris replied earnestly, "I'm going to...no, I am...no, I already have a fully hard erection which is rather painfully jutting out of the left leg hole of my suit, that's for starters."

Allie immediately reached down and delicately let her fingers tip toe the fat length of Chris' tool, from where it joined his body to the swollen mushroom that poked heatedly at her thigh through the cool water of the ship's pool.

"Oh, my, my, my...whatever are you gonna do with that thing?" Allie asked faux-innocently as she continued to tickle the stiff dick. "Seems to me we're both in something of a predicament now," Allie grinned maliciously and pinched the head of Chris' cock, making him flinch and pull back.

It was just enough for Allie pull up her knees and violently heave Chris off of her. Free of his arms, she spun, slipping the cups of her suit over her big boobs enough to preserve her modesty, threw a leg over the edge and pulled herself up and out of the pool, leaving Chris and his hard-on treading water. She could cover her breasts and be just as she was...there wasn't a damn thing Chris could do except wait.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

As she swung herself up onto the pool's apron, Allie suddenly felt a little ashamed. She was worse than any of the girls or women who had been after Chris since high school.

Admittedly, they'd always just been "buddies", best friends even, but she was hard put to deny that her nipples weren't aching to be touched or that the wetness inside her pussy was only water from the pool. And he had been so... hard. A tremor of excitement passed through her entire body at the thought. But, she chastised herself further, that didn't excuse her behavior. Christ! When had she become such a cock tease?

"Penny for your thoughts."

"Umm... You really don't want to know my thoughts right now, Fran" Allie said to her friend when she climbed up to sit beside her.

"No? I was always a good listener, Al. You know that. We can talk about anything."

Allyson nodded. That much was true, but for the first time in their lives, she didn't feel like this was something she could share. Somehow it was just too personal. "Was just thinking is all," she replied quietly. "No biggie."

Even if she would have taken advantage of her friend's ear, the moment was gone as quickly as it had come. Chris, who had swum away when she climbed out, was back, splashing the two of them and taunting them for getting out.

"Chickens!" Chris shouted, sending a veritable tsunami in their direction.

"I've got yer chicken," Fran laughed, leaning forward to scoop water back at him. "He's in our stateroom taking a nap."

"Well, if you hadn't tired him out... "

Suddenly it felt as though no one was there but them... Just Chris and Allie as their eyes locked for a moment that seemed to last forever. Breaking the gaze, Allie grinned, resorting to humor like she always did when she felt uncomfortable. "Hey! I've got a scathingly brilliant idea. Let's go wake your old rooster up. It's too beautiful a day to let him miss it for something as silly as a nap. Chris? You coming?"

"Try to keep me from it," he quipped, winking lewdly.

"Pig!"

"I'll show you pig!"

She was up and running for her things before he had even cleared the pool, though Fran had intercepted him, somehow knowing that her friend needed a minute or two alone.

 

[Vikingstone]

Fran put her hands on Chris' chest as he popped up after exiting the pool, "Hold for a second there, Super Stud," Fran laughed as he started toward Allie with further mischief evident in his eyes, "Let her adjust those rubberbands on her melons. I know it's an all adult cruise but outright nudidity is frowned upon."

Chris grinned down at Franny and nodded. Hell, he needed a second to catch his breath anyway. He was in OK shape but that kind of wild exertion, restrained the by water, was enough to run him out of gas momentarily.

"And speaking of adjustments, you may want to rearrange the beef a little more," Fran said as she looked down between them.

Chris reached into his trunks and tried to create a slighty more evenly rounded bulge but he was still thick and heavy from his encounter with Allie and even her nasty pinch on his cockhead hadn't quelled his ardor much. The front of his tiny suit looked like he was trying to hide a rather large and lumpy orange.

"Sorry, Franny-fanny, not much to be done about that, I'm big." Chris spoke with just a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Can't help it in this stretchy little bag, which, I might add, you encouraged me to wear."

"Right you are, Mr. Big," Fran glanced downward and gently patted Chris' bulge, "what the fuck am I yakking about, you look VERY hot!?"

Then Fran giggled a bit and nodded in the direction of the shower area, "Besides...look!"

Chris turned to see a very attractive mid-30s couple meandering toward them and choosing a couple of chaise a few rows away. She was wearing a bikini so small about 80 percent of her bald pussy was on display. The thong bottoms essentially covered her slit and nothing else, the rest of her mons bulged past the edges. The top only covered her hard little nipples and left a centimeter or two of areole peeking.

The mans suit was a cock and ball sack exclusively. No back, riding low on the hips, the waistband on the front of his suit started right where his dick attached to his body making it obvious that he was just as waxed as his partner.

Allie walked up behind Chris and Fran and joined in their open-mouthed gawking. The young woman looked up from spreading her towel and noticing their appreciative stares, modeled her infinitessimal bikini for them briefly before she lay down on her chaise. The man looked over and chuckled a bit before winking and reclining on his chair.

"Well," Fran said wistfully, "looks like I'm off to the shopping deck, I can't be seen wearing this two piece gunny sack any longer."

Chris laughed out loud as the three of them began to move toward the elevators, stopping to greet and chat with the objects of their momentary fixation. Dan and Mandy were very friendly down to earth folks from nothern California. It only took a few moments of conversation for them to divulge that they and many of the other couples were swingers. In fact it was an annual get together that went to different places every year. Two hundred strong. That meant one in four of the passengers on this ship was more than willing to make arrangements for some congenial naughtiness.

"And you know, Chris," Mandy said as she unabashedly gazed at the front of his suit and let her perfectly manicured nails tip-toe up the outside of his thigh, "I'm thinkin' you might be an awfully popular addition to our little group."

"Just thinking that myself, baby," Dan agreed, looking briefly at Chris' endowment. "I know of more than a few of the ladies in our circle who have a special affinity for gentleman of your, ahem, stature, shall we say?"

Chris grinned at them and turned to wink at Allie and Fran both of whom rolled their eyes. His self-satisfied look was almost unbearable.

Then Dan quickly rose from his chaise and took Allies' and Frans' left hands in his, giving them each a lingering kiss, "And it goes without saying that women as beautiful as the two of you are always most welcome at our little soirees."

"Prized above all others." Mandy purred as her eyes hungrily swept down Fran and up Allie. She locked eyes with Allie for a few seconds, her smile an open and almost beseeching, invitation.

Allie was momentarily mesmerized by the sexy womans gaze and felt her nipples stiffen under Mandys' scrutiny. This gal was hot.

"Please don't hesitate to join us for cocktails, The Condor room at five o'clock this evening, no pressure, just come down and have a look," Dan smiled his invitation directly at Fran.

"We'll talk it over with our fourth and see what we can do kids, he enjoyed two or three extra margaritas last night and we were just about to go roust him," Chris grinned at the couple again, focusing on the delectable Mandy. "though I'm quite certain he'd love to hop on down and chat around a bit!"

"Excellent," Dan said cheerily. "We'll see you all around and tonight for sure!"

The trio began for the elevators again, putting on their wraps and shirts while they waited for the next car. As the doors closed behind them they all looked at each other with goofy grins and giggled nervously before breaking into full throated laughter.

"Now we both need to go shopping, Dearie, unless you brought some serious slutwear I don't know about," Fran jokingly admonished Allie.

"Hell no, nothing those people would consider, ahem, appropriate," Allie rolled her eyes as she said it, knowing the sexy stuff that was de riguer with swinger-types.

Chris looked at both of the girls with fake wonderment and then said, "Jack...is going...to...SHIT!!!" and again they exploded in guffaws.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Fran put her finger to her lips as she slid the keycard into the door and they all tiptoed in. Jack was half-buried under the covers, much as she'd left him except now he was snoring loud enough to rival a buzz saw.

In the blink of an eye, Chris had pounced, dry humping his friend while moaning lustfully and whispering "You know you want me" in his ear. The girls were roaring with laughter, but Jack, startled awake and too groggy to realize it was his friend, sent Chris flying off the bed.

"Was it my breath?" Chris asked, a mock hurt and bewildered tone in his voice.

His adrenallin flowing, Jack was now on his feet looking down at his would-be assailant. "Never," he said. "Never, never, NEVER fuck with a sleeping cop."

"Ex-cop," Fran giggled as Chris blew a loud, smacking kiss toward her husband. True enough, Jack had left the force not long after they had their kids and was now neatly ensconced in his own brokerage firm.

"Once a cop... "

Allie giggled. "As much as I'd like to stay and watch the show, I need to get this chlorine out of my hair and off my body if we're going shopping." Hugging Fran and waggling her fingers at the guys who were now trading insults, she let herself out and went next door to her own cabin.

She slid off her cover-up, hanging it in the closet before removing her bikini and placing it in the sink to soak. Looking up into the mirror, she unfastened the clip and shook her hair loose.

Allie had mixed feelings about the couple they'd met by the pool, though it might make for a fun evening, none of them had ever crossed the line like that before. Sure, there'd always been playful gropes, plenty of innuendo, and a certain naturalness and lack of inhibition in seeing each other nude, but none of them had ever, ever been unfaithful to their spouses. Despite the fact that she was technically "single" as was Chris, she just didn't want to see Fran and Jack risk everything for some sort of cheap thrill.

Turning on the shower, Allie stepped under the water, letting it flow over her as the bathroom began to steam up. She washed her hair first, shampooing and rinsing twice, still not completely used to its shorter length. It certainly was easier to care for, she mused, satisfied when she heard the sound that told her it was squeaky clean. Even Chris had said...

Now that was another thing, Allie thought as she tilted the bottle over a pouf and began smoothing the creamy body wash over her skin. "Caress... " she mused, inhaling its alluring, light floral fragrance with a smile. "Chris... " she murmured with a sigh.

She just plain didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't like she was some moonstruck teenager or something. He was her friend. Her best friend. They just never... They wouldn't...

The pouf slipped from her hands as Allie's thoughts began to drift, provoked by the hot, pulsing rhythm of the shower massage on her back. Squeezing a dollop of body wash directly onto her hands, she continued to lather her body, slowly, almost sensuously.

By the time her hands had reached her breasts, her nipples were jutting out stiffly, not unlike the way they had been when they had pressed into Chris' chest in the pool. Her trance-like reverie deepened in direct proportion to the way her subconscious arousal heightened, and Allie moaned softly.

Allie's eyes closed as her hands became Chris', cupping and reshaping the weight of her heavy breasts. His fingers, tweaking, tugging, pinching at her sensitive nipples. His handm slithering slowly downward, across her smooth belly. Tracing the narrow ribbon of hair on her mons. Defining the outline of her cleft. Brushing lightly over her distended clitoris, peeking boldly from between her outer lips.

She groaned viscerally when his fingers opened her, dipping into her hot, slick pussy. She groaned again as he replaced them with his mouth. His tongue. Slowly, slowly she chided herself. Allie wanted this to last.

Opening her eyes to help prolong the pleasure/pain of her body's brazen craving for release, Allie gasped. Chris!! Chris was standing not three feet away. Watching. Watching her! Stroking his beautiful cock, his free hand gently cupping his balls.

Too far gone to stop, too turned on to care, Allie spread her pussy wider, her fingers a blur on her clit as they watched each other masturbate. No longer quiet, she mewled her need. Wanting him to hear the longing in her voice. Knowing he could see the craving of her body. As she could see his.

Allie raised her eyes to Chris' as she tensed, letting the hot, sinuous waves of her impending orgasm ebb and flow, slowly, torturously. She didn't let go even then. Not until she heard him groan in completion, shuddering as his cock began to pulse, shooting strand after strand of his thick seed against the shower door. Only then did she allow herself the luxury of release, her body convulsing violently, as she came hard. Harder than she'd ever done before.

Gasping for breath as she basked in the gentle glissade of its aftermath, Allie reopened her eyes to find that Chris was gone.

 

[Vikingstone]

"Now get your shit together, I'll be back to collect your sorry ass in 45," Chris shouted at Jack. Chris rubbed his left buttcheek as he spoke. Jack hadn't lost much from his cop days and Chris should have known better than to jump on him bodily when Jack was so deeply asleep.

Kissing Fran on the cheek, Chris exited and walked the hall to his room next to Allies'. He felt funky with chlorine and stripped off the teensy trunks that had been so inadequate at restraining his meat during their clinch. Again he began to thicken as he recalled her hard little nips poking proudly into his chest hair. The warmth of her hips under his hands.

"Whoa now, easy big fella,' Chris laughed to himself as his dick continued to erect. "Can't do much about your condition right now, so you may as well ease down."

Chris sighed as his dick began to droop. Not counting the fact that he didn't really have the time right then, Chris hadn't been much of a masturbator lately. Sex in general still had a strong connection to HER...and, he was simply out of practice.

After laying a big bath towel on the seat of a chair, Chris spread his little suit out to dry. Looking up from his task he noticed a small handle on what he thought was just a decorative panel on the wall. It turned with a click allowing the entire panel to slide sideways...a door! They apparently had adjoining state rooms and neither had realized.

"Well, that's pretty cool," Chris thought as he slipped on the short terry robe provided by cruise line and hopped out into the hall. He knocked a couple times and receiving no answer used the spare key Allie had given him to let himself in.

"Hey, babe, check this," Chris called over his shoulder as he proceeded directly to her door panel and slid it to the side, revealing their connecting rooms.

"Ta DA...huh?!" Chris spoke triumphantly then frowned as he realized he was talking to no one. It wasn't until that point that he heard the shower running. He'd been so intent on displaying his discovery he hadn't noticed initially.

Striding across the room to the open bathroom door he opened his mouth to speak and then froze as his popped eyes beheld something rapturous. Allie was there in all her curvy glory but instead of absentmindely scrubbing herself down, she was teasing her nipples and smoothing her sudsy fingers over her nearly bald mound.

Chris stared slack-jawed at his best pals' horny display. Her nipples were engorged and red even with the hot water beating down on them. Her clit was obvious, poking from the hairless folds of her deeply pink pussy. She flicked and rubbed it with soapy abandon.

Awestruck, Chris felt an intense pulsing between his thighs and only then noticed the furious erection that struggled to free itself from the front of his robe. Chris looked again at Allies' beautiful, unabashed lust and in some sort of altered state, loosened the robes tie and shrugged it off his shoulders. His steely prick then jumped to the horizontal and he immediately grasped it with his right hand and began to pull.

He moved closer to the shower door and gazed worshipfully at his remote lover. He stroked his cock deliberately, trying to match her arousal. When she whispered his name he felt a jolt of electricity leap through body and he moaned hers quietly in response. His hips began to move of their own accord and he didn't stop or even hesitate when Allie opened her eyes and again called out his name. He didn't want to stop, he wanted her to know...his hardness in the pool wasn't just from the contact of their bodies, his cock got hard for her! And right now he was stroking that cock for her, she made him this way.

The realization that she wasn't stopping either and that the look in her eyes was hungry and unashamed instantly started the chain reaction deep in his belly that would lead in a matter of seconds to a mindbending orgasm. He groaned loudly, his eyes locking with hers and then roaming her body to witness the undulation of her womanly hips and belly, the shaking of her fluid but firm tits as her body trembled before him, her obscenely spread thighs and the fingers flashing between them. It was too much and for a moment everything went white as he began to cum. The unspent libido of the last few months and the lusty acceptance of his tumescent presence by this person whom he cared for so deeply, combined to produce a shattering climax. Chris felt his balls jerk in their sac as the first ribbon of spunk jetted from the dangerously swollen head of his cock. It was as if the ejaculations were being drawn from him in long continuous cords before splattering lewdly on the shower door that separated the lovers.

Allies' spasming and hunching signalled her orgasm and it seemed to redouble his joy. He splurted and splashed toward her, offering all that he had within him. He gushed in her honor, and because of her. His hips humped the air and his long, fat dick felt as if it would jump from his grasp.

And as he watched Allie slump against the shower wall, his spurtings calmed and and his spent cock slid greasily from his grasp. Her eyes clenched shut as the waves continued to break over her. It dawned on him that there would not be words. Somehow he knew there would be nothing to say, they had just communicated fully and had been changed forever. They were lovers now. What that would mean to them exactly was a subject for another time. So before Allie could recover and open her eyes, Chris stepped through the connecting door. However, he left them both open.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

When she opened her eyes Chris was gone. Still daydreamy from the intensity of her orgasm, Allie stepped out of the shower and stood staring at the viscous streaks of sperm dribbling down the glass, the only testament to the verisimilitude of his presence and what they had shared. Reaching out, she trailed her finger through it, smoothing it between her thumb and forefinger before slowly tasting.

Shaking herself from her reveries, Allie used a spare towel to wipe it up and padded back out into her cabin. She was almost completely across the room when a movement caught her eye and she stopped to stare in wonder. A connecting door between her room and Chris' stood wide open; the motion had been him walking around on the opposite side.

He'd obviously found it by accident, Allyson hadn't noticed it herself. Realizing that it was probably what had brought him into her room and then the bath, she stopped to wonder what, if anything, his leaving it open implied.

God, how she wanted him! They had shared an intimacy that couldn't be denied. It left her wanting... more. And there was only one way to find out if the feeling was reciprocal.

Stepping up to the door and well aware that she was covered only by a towel, Allyson stopped before crossing the threshold. "Chris?" she called out, softly. Hearing no answer, she walked into his room and looked around. It appeared that he had already gone out.

Feeling slightly embarrassed and perhaps a little relieved that he wasn't there to set her straight, Allie left quickly, though she didn't close it behind herself. Dressing and brushing her hair she took a last glance at herself in the mirror before going to meet Fran. They had some major slutwear, as her friend had so aptly put it, to buy.

 

[Vikingstone]

Chris held his hand over his mouth and giggled silently as he heard Allie softly call to him. He felt giddy, like a kid who'd just played a benign trick on someone. He knew what had transpired between them a moment ago was momentous but it was also a weight off his shoulders. Suddenly and irrevocably it was all out in the open, literally. He didn't move from his hiding place in his bathroom until she padded back into her room and began to get ready to go out.

After a few minutes, Allie left her room without closing the adjoining doors. That was a good sign. When he heard she and Fran go down the hall strategizing for their shopping excursion, he hopped into the shower and then dressed. Stepping down the corridor to Jacks' room he met the man and they proceeded to the pool area with the expressed intention of ogling the babes and having a couple fruity-ass ship drinks.

 

[Vikingstone]

As they relaxed by the pool with a couple of the busiest drinks either of them had ever had Chris couldn't help but smile. His giddiness had continued even while he and Jack made terribly rude comments to each other about the men and women lounging in the pool area with them. His incredible encounter with Allyson kept replaying itself in his mind...eyes locked, both of them masturbating wildly and cumming violently. God, the relief he felt, as those thick ribbons of spunk flew from the stiff head of his penis and splattered the shower door in full and enthusiastic view of the object of his lust and affection. Soon Chris was staring into his drink, fiddling with the hyacinth shaped straw.

Jack noticed his reverie. It wasn't like Chris to lose interest in the kind of world class scenery that was currently present in all it's near-naked glory.

"Hey, piss-brain, bored with the parade already?" Jack inquired, his curiosity was piqued.

"Um, no, fuck-face, just thinking a bit. I know how difficult that exercise is for you but some of us have thoughts," Chris ribbed Jack right back. Chris was actually bursting to tell what had happened between him and Allie but he knew it was a private thing. Kissing and telling on that level had never been part of the M.O. with he and Jack. They just weren't the type of men who got specific about their intimacies. Not to say that they were scions of chivalry. They had on occasion gotten a little drunk and discussed the fact that Fran often enjoyed forays up her back door and that Chris' ex was nigh on insatiable. But these discussions bordered on clinical or had more to do with concerns each man had about his performance or how to more fully satisfy his partner in the arena of mattress sports. Guy talk about being a guy, not detailed descriptions about very personal matters.

"Ok, ok, just wanted to make sure you weren't having a relapse into the land of poor, poor pitiful me," Jack was still very concerned about his friends mental state. Chris had spent a long period in what any shrink would call melancholia and Jack wanted to make sure he was feeling good.

Nope, nope, newwwwwww," Chris responded in his best Andy Griffith voice. Then it dawned on him that he hadn't spent a single tick thinking about HER and her swarthy new rider since coming on board this Love tub. A feeling a true jubilance rose within him as he realized he was finally free of the yoke of her betrayal.

"It's finally all over my man," Chris' voice caught with emotion as he looked his friend in the eye. "She's gone...for good, and...and...I just don't give a shit!!"

"That's what I'm saying, home slice," Jack grinned broadly as they clinked their huge glass buckets of rum and fruit juice together.

"Hey men, what are we celebrating may I join in?"

Chris looked up to see the smiling face of Dan, the dude he and the girls had chatted with earlier. Now out of his cocksack swim trunks and sporting some expensive island gear he looked breezy and mellow.

"Hell yeah, brother, stick your ass in that chair...Jack this is the guy I was telling you about, the one who walked in with Paulina Porizkova this morning. Dan meet Jack, he's a twisted pig of the first magnitude.

"I resemble that remark," Jack said in a mock serious tone as he and Dan shook hands. "And I'm sure my good friend Chris here mentioned the plethora of untreated mental illnesses he currently suffers from."

Dan chuckled at the goofy repartee of these two, obviously very close, friends, "But enough of these pleasantries, you fuckers hungry? If I drink another one of those rum bombs before eating something I'm gonna heave."

"Well said, my dear Watson," Chris piped up quickly. The drinks were extremely boozy and though they'd had a decent breakfast that was a couple of hours and drinks ago. "Let's see what sort of freak show of glorious food they have for us this time."

"After you, ladies," said Jack, standing and then walking in front of the other two men leaving them laughing as they all wandered into the dining room.