Cruising Together

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This idea was conjured from a delicious reader prompt. To fully expand on the idea, I have broken up the various encounters into chapters.

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are adults over the age of 18+ as should be the audience enjoying them. This [OC] was written by Artgasim, of which Copyright remains with the author. No part of this content may be sampled, downloaded, or reposted.

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Cruising Together Ch. 01

Ok, yeah sure, he technically took his wife. However, given how attached he is to me, he brought me along too. Separate room on the ship of course, but it was basically our vacation together too.

This was to be quite a milestone in our little situationship. We have been having an affair for nearly a year, enjoying each other in so many ways. It started off with chit chat due to shared interests, becoming friends, until flirting leads to so much more.

Our sexual connection was undeniable once we crossed that line.

We fucked for hours when we had the time and privacy.

Other times, we fucked quick and quiet. The sneaking around became an incredible turn on which he loves feeding into by saying such naughty things as I take his married cock.

His little secret.

But, let's not make it all about sex. We have a wonderful time together, quality time filled with great banter and cherished company.

This actually struck me as interesting early on considering our age gap. With my younger age of 26 and him, nearly twenty years my senior at 45, I had my reservations. That's quite a span between us which could create issues in connecting and common interests.

Not us, we got along very well, right away.

We had many stimulating conversations about traveling, creative hobbies, books, and good food. It seemed never ending, the time we could spend sharing our thoughts and ideas.

Of course, the married thing did give me pause at first. However, I soon began to feel nothing further of it upon learning that their lengthy marriage had faded out long before my arrival.

He revealed she had seemingly grew uninterested in him opting to decline plans together or really engage at all beyond discussion of things going on with their kids who were away at college.

The physical attraction was there, but our friendship started innocent enough, only moving into flirting gradually along the way. It was his mind, when we discussed the topics he was really passionate about, is really what made me find him attractive.

He spoke the way I felt about my own passions, so I never felt awkward or silly when sharing since he revealed that he found it mesmerizing.

By the time we had started being intimate, we were very comfortable in making long term plans. Little afternoons together, an occasional overnight trip, and even regular coffee dates every Sunday morning.

We were having a relationship, but of course all of these plans we made were arranged meticulously under the guise of work obligations or friend based activities so we could meet with ease.

We behaved like young love, free with our flirty smiles, kisses, and hand holding while out in public.

In private, we used our bodies in every way we wanted to try out. We had raw animalistic sex which made me feel so filthy...but we also made love.

Over time, we explored each other more in depth, learning the rhythm of our lust.

I began to love the age gap and embrace the kink I found in it. His mentality and maturity felt younger, but his body and confidence had me feeling all those years of experience I couldn't find in guys my own age.

The age difference and control angle became additive to my arousal given the element of dominance he possessed.

It made me want him...want to surrender to him.

I craved his hands holding me, his mouth tasting me, and his cock filling me. I wanted him to use me in any way he wanted, and with that free use invitation, I discovered all the ways my body could feel desire and pleasure.

I felt worshipped and coveted.

Being with me became his obsession, that time he is seen and desired.

Cruising together indeed...I was happy to tag along.

The cruise he chose was overflowing with breathtaking sights and experiences within local culture. Even the ship had activities and features for creative entertainment.

He had said he didn't really have a consideration for his wife's preferences when booking anymore. Every trip they had taken together in the last decade has been typically spent having solo experiences due to her hermit preferences, so he chose a tripwewould enjoy together.

That flight and day of transport was so rough on him.

The text updates along our travels spoke of long and exhausting stretches of time having to sit there next to her. Even there in route to an awesome vacation, still with nothing to say.

No connection.

The thoughts and anticipation of seeing me kept running through his head.

It had been a week.

Both busy preparing for the trip, getting things arranged. We just didn't come together leading up to our departure. Honestly, I liked the tease of that, something to look forward to when we met again in paradise.

The daunting task of all the travel subsided when the door to my room slammed shut. I began to feel that pep in my growing excitement and messaged him that I was checked in.

I enjoyed a hot shower to wash the day off, finishing up just as I hear a knock.

His hands were already all over my body as the door was closing behind him. He stripped my damp towel off me to replace it with his mouth.

He told me how much he wanted me, how he couldn't wait until later tonight after lights out to slip into our room together.

I could feel just how badly he needed me, even just this feral quick fuck before he had to get back.

He grew rough shoving me to the bed, pushing his shorts off making me salivate at the sight of his cock. I had always been astonished by his size. He was large and girthy, roughly measuring from the crook of my elbow to the wrist, always making me cum.

His mouth covered mine as he draped over my body, his strong but gentle hands pinned my wrists down to the mattress. My pussy leaked and ached for him.

I whimpered a simple 'please'.

Just as I finished my plea, he pushed his length inside, stretching me around him.

My moans aroused him and he rocked his hips into me harder.

"Baby, you fuck me so deep, I needed it so bad." I moaned and panted.

Grunts and groans trickled from his lips of how tight my little cunt was for him. He moaned in excitement watching my creamy pussy coat his shaft each time he pulled back.

He confessed his want through labored breathing.

Wanting me to cum...commanding me to cum.

The lust was blinding as I slipped into his words.

He fucked me with such raw passion and I couldn't get enough. My pussy contracted and shivered around him as the wave of pleasure crashed.

When I began to moan with my mouth gaping open, and he delivered his few final pumps cumming deep inside me.

I clenched myself around him, coaxing every bit of it. His body shook as he emptied inside me, the grip he had on my wrists became tighter, stinging my skin as he burrowed them deeper into the mattress.

When he collapsed on top of my body, I could feel the weight of his day in how relaxed he now felt.

He released my wrists and breathed a sigh in my ear before kissing my neck.

After leaning up, he pulled his cock from my wet sloppy pussy. He looked down admiring his work, watching all of his cum he had been saving for me now leaking into our sheets.

I sat up to suck the juices from his warm cock, cleaning him before he had to go.

As he pulled his shorts back on and straightened his shirt, he leaned in for a slow intimate kiss.

He then turned to leave, pocketing the spare room key on his way out to join his wife for dinner.