The third day.
The ship is now anchored at Maui. I have spent all morning being questioned by the authorities and signing statements. I am hoping all the incidents of yesterday will just become a bad memory.
During the questioning, I have avoided giving the sordid details of how the conflict actually started, saving Carol and Linda embarrassment. They tell me that my statement and the statements of the other witnesses are enough, and I would not have to appear in court. The charges against Linda's husband Dave are aggravated assault, and assault to commit bodily harm with the use of a deadly weapon.
Not sure if a court will agree that an empty wine bottle is a deadly weapon, but my head is enough testimony that it can be.
The girls are all dressed for our shore excursion on to Maui. We are all wearing shorts and t-shirts with hats and sunglasses. Carol's shirt reads, 'Cute and I know it.' Linda is wearing a shirt bearing the ships logo she bought at the boutique. In fact, she purchased several things to replace the clothing Dave threw off the ship in his fit of anger.
We are waiting to board one of the three shuttle boats, and are making polite conservation with the other passengers, (mostly senior citizens). When I booked an adult only cruise
, I had no idea that translated into a 'retirement' cruise. During the first day of our orientation meeting, I remember the captain explaining how the ship would not be able to dock, due to the shallow seas around Maui. They would have to shuttle passengers back and forth. As I observe my surroundings, I realize that I am definitely amongst the two prettiest women on this ship.
Leaving the air conditioned vessel, we board the shuttle, and I feel a drastic change in temperature because it’s sizzling
outside. According to my iPhone, it is ninety six degrees with eighty five percent humidity.
The shuttle is cramped and uncomfortable. But as the boat picks up speed, the air flow increases, and the moist ocean air is welcome relief.
"Chuck, what is your plan?" Carol asks loudly over the drone of the engine.
"I thought we could rent a Jeep and explore the island by ourselves, instead of the standard tour bus," I reply with an equally loud voice.
"Sounds great," she and Linda both agree.
The ride to the dock is bumpy. There will be many seasick passengers if it continues like this. I can feel the ocean spray coming from the side windows, as the ship plows through the rough sea. Looking through the front wind screen, I see that we are approaching the dock. The crew is scrambling to tie up and help the passengers off.
We wait our turn again to disembark the shuttle boat, and once we do, we trade it for a shuttle bus after being helped onto the dock. Through a unanimous decision, the ladies and I take the public bus to K-mart
so we can get necessities and personal items.
This store is different than the ones on the mainland, with many rows of Hawaiian memorabilia. I am looking at the men's shirts while the girls go off on their own. After finishing up with the shopping, we wait out front to catch another bus that will take us to Dollar Car Rental
. These buses look like older converted school buses, and we board the one that has the sign that says 'Rental Cars'.
As the bus makes its way through the city, I can’t help but notice how much Hawaii resembles the beach city in California. That is my place of residence, and I can honestly say that it has the same style of architecture and landscaping.
Upon arriving at our destination, we wait yet again in another line at Dollar Rental
. At least the building is air conditioned, giving us some temporary relief from the sweltering heat. The ladies sit in some chairs by the door while I wait in line.
Even though Carol and Linda are hot and sweaty, I notice that they are still able to capture all the male attention in the room, followed by a domino effect of glaring wives and girlfriends. Yikes, if looks could kill...
I sign the contract after the salesman reads it in detail. This document has more small print than a real estate contract. Regardless, I pick up the keys, and we walk out of the protection of the building, and down the aisles of cars in search of our rental vehicle. Waves of heat come off the asphalt, as I keep my eyes ahead of me. It feels as though I am in a concrete desert of scorching heat. If I pass out on the ground, I’m sure my skin would burn.
Deciding to GPS
our car myself, I click the unlock button on the key, and that triggers a loud car horn. I turn my head in the direction of that beeping sound, and find the white jeep Wrangler
"That's ours," I say.
"Oh Lord, I hope it has air conditioning," Linda replies. I glance over at her, and notice that she’s fanning herself with the map the clerk had given us.
We get into the oven (called a car)
, and I start it up, revving the engine before turning on the AC. It definitely sounds loud like a Jeep. The canvas sides seem to be acting as heat collectors, and the air conditioning is taking its sweet time cooling the interior down.
Linda is sitting in the back seat, and is baking in the heat. I see that she is unclasping her bra and taking it off, because the temperature and sweat are causing her much discomfort.
Carol sees what she is doing and follows suit. Linda catches me staring at her in the rear view mirror and lifts her top, shaking her big tits at me and smiling. I whistle at her, while reaching over and grabbing a handful of Carol's boob.
She swats my hand away and says, "It's too hot for that!"
After following the exit signs, we are soon motoring down the highway in Maui, taking in the breathless beauty of the cliffs, seascapes and Banyan trees. The cliffs remind me of the Big Sur
in California, with their sheer faces and statuesque Cyprus trees growing down to the water’s edge. The further we get away from the city, the less traffic and more scenery we see. At times the road takes us almost to the shore, but is now turning inland.
We attempt to drive all around the whole island, and it seems that we’re running out of paved road, because the asphalted highway has ended. Damn, we should have checked the map first.
I stop the Jeep on the side of the road, and get out of the car. “Alright, who's in for an adventure?" I ask the ladies.
"I'm game," says Linda.
"Me too," Carol adds.
I’m back at the wheel once again, and I shift into four wheel drive, starting down the road. There is a drop off on the left that is looking more like a cliff with no guard rail. The dirt road is getting narrower by the second until it becomes one lane, and we seem to be dodging rocks every few yards.
Up ahead, I see a truck coming our way, and I’m suddenly not sure what to do. We are face to face with the big stake bed truck filled with pineapples. I shift in the lowest gear, and pull up on the side of the hill to allow him to pass. It feels like we are close to tipping over as the truck slips by, missing us by inches.
I see that there is a little town up ahead, and I think this must be one of those little towns where the native Hawaiians live.
"Chuck, we need to stop and get something to eat and drink. And I really
have to pee," Carol suggests.
“Alright, I’m on it.”
This place does not seem to have a restaurant. The buildings are all dilapidated and in serious need of repair. However, I do notice what appears to look like a small market with several open air stands. We approach the store, and look around at our environment. There are some shirtless young men playing guitars and singing outside.
"Come on girls, let's get out and stretch our legs," I finally park the Jeep by some of the vegetable stands.
Linda’s stuck in the back, so I get out and pull my seat forward, allowing her to crawl out.
"I’m riding shot gun on the way back!" she exclaims, stretching her arms.
This place is so different, and we definitely feel
like tourists as we walk around and take in our foreign surroundings. We pass by that group of young men that I noticed earlier, and they don’t even try to hide the fact that they are looking at Linda and Carol’s bouncing boobs. I glance over at the girls and see that Linda's nipples stick out like a couple of pencil erasers through her shirt.
"Are you lost? We don't get many haoles
around here brah
," a hard bodied young man says to me. He doesn’t have a shirt on, and I can only imagine how the ladies are drooling over him in their heads.
"We thought we would see the island away from the regular tourist route," I explain. "I'll be right back girls. I'm going to see if I can buy us something cold to drink. Just stay by the car and wait for me."
I leave Linda and Carol behind, and walk into a local store. It’s pretty much what I expected, with open table trays of fruit and vegetables, some of which I do not recognize. The ceiling fans are stirring around the hot air and not doing much to keep the flies away. Against the far wall, there are three old glass case coolers working hard to keep the contents cold.
Making my way across the sawdust floor, I peer in each cooler, and pull out three cokes and three ice cream bars before taking them to the register. The clerk is a heavy Hawaiian woman in a muumuu.
"We don't get many tourists out here," she says, as she gives me change.
"Do you have a restroom in this place?"
"The pot is out back," she answers.
"Do I need a key?"
The woman grins at me and chuckles. "Got no door—"
I hear laughter outside, and turn my head to find Carol and Linda sitting on the hood of the Jeep, giggling and flirting with some young Hawaiian men. They seem to be serenading them with their guitars, and the girls are certainly enjoying the attention. I grab the bag full of items I just purchased, and head back to the Jeep.
"Here are your drinks and ice cream. You better eat them before they melt." I hand over the cokes and bars to the girls, then I add, "The rest room is out back.”
Linda immediately heads out toward the back of the store, and all the boys are staring as she wiggles her sensual ass from side to side.
"Chuck, this is Joey and his friends, Luka, Akoni and Kai," Carol proudly introduces them, and I’m sort of stunned as to how she is able to remember all their names.
Joey looks like he’s in his late teens or early twenties. He’s very muscular, wearing some worn out jean shorts. He has close cut dark hair and a square jaw. His friends are dressed almost identical to each other, except the one name whose name is Kai
is wearing a baseball cap and webbed sandals.
"You have some fine wahines
," Joey says, while grinning at Carol. "We have our own beach just down this road, and the waves are great."
"Come on, Chuck. Let's go see their beach!" Carol begs and jumps off the Jeep before starting down the path with all four guys. Well, so much for declining. The woman has clearly made my decision for me, much to my annoyance. But I choose to be agreeable and just let her have her way.
It isn’t long before Linda returns from the outhouse. "That place is so gross.” She almost shudders, and then notices that her friend is missing. “Where is Carol going?"
"Apparently we are going to the beach." I sigh, and hold out my hand.
We walk hand in hand slowly down the dusty road, following the pack. The soil is almost red and very pebbly. I wonder how those boys can walk barefooted without injuring the soles of their feet.
It’s amazing how Linda and I are so in tune with each other. In such a short time that I have known her, we seem to fit together hand and glove. It sort of saddens me when I think about my relationship with Carol. I can hardly recognize her anymore, since she has found new sexual freedom. Look at the strangers we’ve become, my love…
It’s the last thought that plagues my mind before Linda stops and pulls me out of my sea of melancholic memories. "Come here,"
she yanks my arm and pulls me closer. Our bodies are pressed together tightly, and our lips suddenly meet in a passionate kiss.
"I want you," Linda expresses in a low and sexy voice.
"Me too, I can't get enough of you." I reply, running my hand down to her butt.
"What’s going to happen if I move in with you and Carol? I’m really falling for you, Chuck. I think this is going to be very complicated, especially with my children. My husband will probably get visiting rights with the kids. I can't hide out forever."
"Right now we have to worry about your safety," I look at her with concern, before we approach the shore.
It is a beautiful beach with a natural break water reef that radiates a sense of solitude and serenity. It’s absolutely breathtaking. The beach is lined with Banyan trees, and out beyond the reef there is a pristine wave break. I notice several surfboards leaning against a downed tree trunk.
Carol and the four boys are laughing and acting silly together. Obviously the guys are competing for her attention. She is in her glory, teasing and being twice as flirtatious.
"There you are! I thought you two got lost,” Carol greets us with a smile, as we get closer.
"Nice breaking wave—” I look over at Joey and ask, “Can we borrow a couple of your boards?"
,” Joey replies with a crooked smile, “As long as we can borrow your lady
"Come on, Linda. I’m going to teach you to surf." I walk towards the surfboards with Linda in tow.
"I don't have a suit, and I don't know how to surf," she replies, and tries to avoid my insistence.
"You can just wear your t-shirt and shorts. When we’re finished you’ll dry off in minutes in this heat." I pick one of the boards that I think will fit her, and it's a bit wider with a single skag.
Taking Linda to the water’s edge, I put the board in, and instruct her to wade in the water, and lay on the board. After a second attempt, she finally makes it on. Her shirt is almost transparent as it gets soaked, and I can’t help but notice the way her nipples become so erect, due to the cold temperature of the water. She looks sexy by anyone’s standards.
"The first thing I need to teach you is how to paddle the board. Arch your back and paddle using one arm at a time," I instruct her, and push the board forward to give her momentum. Amazingly, she is doing quite well.
Out of curiosity, I look back on the shore to see what Carol is up to. She’s sitting with Joey on a fallen tree, and he has his arm around her waist. The other boys are not in sight.
Linda is getting bolder and wants to try and catch a wave. The outside break is way too big for a beginner, but the reforming wave is just about right. Working our way through the white water, she is now in position and ready to surf.
"When I tell you to, paddle like crazy, and once you feel the board drop, lean slightly to the inside to turn the board. Then put both hands on the edges, push up, and try to get on your knees. Do you understand?"
"I think so," Linda regards me with a bit of uncertainty, while a wave approaches."Go!"
I tell her, and give her a push.
Linda paddles with all her strength just as I instructed, and she ends up catching the curl, propelling her forward. She gets to her knees a few seconds before the wave closes out, sending her tumbling.
I watch as she pops up out of the water, jubilantly bouncing up and down.
"I did it! I did it!" Linda screams in delight.
I can’t take my eyes off her. Damn, she is beautiful. The wet t-shirt clings to her like a second skin, and her breasts are swaying with each slightest movement.
"You did great!" I pull her in for a hug, and squeeze her to my chest.
"I want to do it again," there’s nothing but enthusiasm in her voice.
We make several more attempts, but are not able to duplicate the earlier success.
Making our way back to shore, Linda looks to me and says, "Chuck, we need to talk."
"So talk," I slap her ass and smirk at her.
"This is serious. I have to tell you something that might throw a monkey wrench into your plans."
"What could that be?"
"Chuck, we have only known each other for a few days. I know we both feel a special connection, but for me it’s so much more,” Linda pauses, and looks deep into my eyes “I love you…”
Whoa. Okay, I’m definitely not expecting this.
"I’m speechless, Linda. I feel a connection also, but it’s a little too early for I love yous
"What are we going to do?” she looks at me in distress. “This was not supposed to happen.”
I’m not sure what answer to give to take her worries away. “It’s going to be okay.”
Once on shore, I see that Carol and Joey have stepped things up a bit. The other boys aren’t around, and I can only conclude that they have left to go surfing. Joey is kissing my wife with his hand up her shirt, rubbing her tits. She has a handful of his crotch, and they don't even notice us as Linda and I walk over to them.
"Carol? We’re going back to the car. Would you come over here please?" I ask.
She gets up and approaches me so we can talk in private. "Honey, I don't want to go yet. Can't we stay for a little while longer? Please
?" she begs with her puppy dog eyes.
"You know that he is younger than your son, don't you?" I question her.
"Yes! And that's what makes him so hot
!" She swoons, flashing a devilish smile. "Don't be so serious,” Carol rolls her eyes. “It’s only sex."
"You are such a slut!" I shake my head in disbelief.
"I know, Chuck!
Just the way you made me,” she winks at me. “Would you be a doll and do me a favor?"
"What?" I ask, trying my best to hide my dissatisfaction.
"Could you go back to the car and get something out of my purse for me? There’s a box of condoms in the side pocket I bought at K-Mart.
Could you bring me one please?"
I look at her hesitantly, and then notice the other boys walking back, staring at her. Carol looks at them, and then faces me once more with a brilliant smile on her face.
"Oh, what the hell, bring the whole box!"
"You want me to go get rubbers, so a bunch of guys you just met can gang bang
you?" I’m not sure if I’m more stunned or disgusted.
"Yes!” she giggles. “And hurry!"
I walk away, but leave her with a few choice words of my own. "You’re not a slut, Carol. You’re a fucking whore."
She takes it as some compliment and grins at me, blowing a kiss. “I love you! You’re the best!”
Yeah, right. I can’t help but scoff at her words in my mind. Love? What is love? What is her definition of love? Does it mean loving your significant other enough to let them screw whoever they want? Would it be selfish of me to deny her of that freedom? Does loving Carol selflessly mean that I should just sit back and let her fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry? Are there limits and boundaries in the game of love? That’s all this has become…a game. Love isn’t a game, but we’ve turned it into one. My wife and I are masquerading around each other day in and day out. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
"Come on, Linda. Let's go back to the Jeep. We’ll dry off along the way." I take her hand, and steer us back on the dirt path.
"What's up with Carol? Has she ever done anything like this before?" she asks me.
"Never!” that came out sounding more shocked than I intended. “This is her first time as a whore
. We had a couple threesomes, and that includes what she did with your husband Dave…” I broke off and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is all new territory for me."
Linda and I arrive back at the car, and I can’t help but feel a slight shift in the temperature, like it has gotten a bit cooler. Either that or we had just gotten use to the heat. I fish through Carol's purse, and sure enough, there is a box of rubbers.
"Linda, will you hang back here? I’ll be right back."
"Yeah, I think I’ll down another drink while you’re gone."
I kiss her cheek and make my way back towards my wife and the group of horn dogs,
but I can see that they did not wait for me to return.
Much to my surprise, Carol is on all fours, completely nude with Joey hammering her from behind. One of the other guys is stuffing her face with cock, and the other two are stroking their pricks, impatiently waiting their turn.
I walk over to the action, and drop the box of condoms on the ground. “You better use these."
Carol grunts something, but it’s hardly comprehensible because she can’t talk with all those inches of cock fucking her mouth. Joey doesn’t look like he’s going to stop and rubber up. In fact, he’s pounding her so hard I can hear the slapping of skin from a distance as I walk away and sit on the fallen tree, watching the graphic display of these men destroying my wife’s holes.
Joey’s holding her hips now and fucking her with purpose. His long hard prick is sliding in and out with his balls slamming against her ass. Carol is pushing back in rhythm, and her tits are swinging back and forth with each blow.
!" Joey grins and looks directly at me. He then grabs my wife by the hair, pulling her back like reigns on a horse. She looks like she’s really enjoying that hard young cock.
I’m not sure why I’m sitting and watching. It’s not like I need to learn how to fuck a woman. I guess I’m just shocked, and curious to see this new side of Carol.
A couple minutes later, joey slows down, stiffens up, and moans, "Take my cum, bitch! Ooooh take it all you fucking Haole slut!"
He pulls out, and I can see his jizz dripping off his softening dick. As soon as Joey moves out of the way, one of the other guys takes his place, and slips easily into her cum soaked pussy.
Meanwhile, the guy that is fucking her mouth, pulls out and shoots rope after rope into her face and hair.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Joey commands his replacement.
I am looking at Carol to see if she signals me to intervene. She looks at me and says nothing. The young man pulls out, and positions himself at her tight hole before pushing in."Ahhhhh
!" Carol moans, while he slides his cum drenched cock deep in her bowels. He immediately fucks her hard, slamming into her with speed. Slap, slap, slap, slap,
his skin smacks against her ass. He doesn't last long, as he starts shooting his load deep up her ass.
I am involuntarily getting aroused watching my wife gang fucked.
The fourth guy wearing the hat is jacking off above her, and sprays his load over her back.
Carol turns over and sits up. One of the guys is behind her, cupping her breasts while she gives me this look that she’s had enough.
I walk over to them and pick up my wife’s clothing. "That's it, boys. Fun is over!"
"It's not over till I say it's over," Joey replies, with a threatening undertone. He steps between me and Carol.
"You’ve all had your fun. We’re leaving now. Get out of my way," I say with authority.
"What you gonna do brah
? There are four of us an’ one of you!" Joey challenges.
"I am not your 'brah', and you have your math wrong.” I smile at him sardonically. “There will only be three of you…once I knock your ass out!"
"It was fun, boys, but it's time we get going," Carol laughs nervously and pulls away from the guy that is holding her. She walks around Joey, and takes my hand, tugging me away from a potentially ugly brawl.
"Go ahead, run away with your bitch protecting you haole
!" Joey screams, as we make our way back to the Jeep.
"What is wrong with you, Chuck? Do you have to get in a fight everywhere we go?"
"Excuse me? What's the matter with me!?” I look at her with shock and simmering rage. “I didn’t instigate anything! You’re the one who wanted to be the fucking whore and get gang banged on the beach. What the fuck were you going to do if I wasn’t there and you wanted them to stop? Because I sure as hell wasn’t blind when you looked over at me, signalling that you’ve had enough.” My eyes are glacial and the way I’m chuckling makes her feel as if I’m mocking her.
“Why are you laughing? Don’t laugh at me.”
I guess that’s her best defence.
“My dear,” I say with sarcasm. “I’m laughing because I’m certain— no, I’m willing to bet all our life saving
s on the fact that you would’ve been able to handle at least another hour of multiple man meat slamming and cumming all over you.”
“How dare you speak to me in such a condescending way! You
were the one that wanted me to explore my sexuality. Well, that's what I did and it was great! You don't seem to mind screwing Linda, do you? I told you we were going to have a fun cruise, and that meant pushing boundaries."
Carol is quite the sight, still nude with sand on her back sticking to the cum on her body. She has seamen on her face and hair, and even more trickling out her pussy and ass, running down her left thigh.
I stop, and try to brush the sand off her back, but only succeed in getting a hand full of cum. Fucking gross.
"Here, put these on and make yourself decent," I hand her shirt to her, and try to ease off on making judgements.
Moments later, the guys she had fucked catch up to us, and slap Carol’s ass while they walk past us. Joey stops and gives her a big kiss on the lips, staring at me the whole time because he knows that he is pissing me off.
Finally, my wife is fully dressed and we are back at the Jeep, where Linda is patiently waiting.
"Are you alright?" she asks, hoping to get more information.
"What do you care?" Carol replies with a bit of resentment. "Oh,
you want to know what it’s like to get fucked by four horny young men? That
my dear, you will have find out for yourself," she says with sarcasm.
The ride back is mostly quiet with some unspoken tension between Linda and Carol.
"It is impossible to brush this dried cum out of my hair," my wife huffs in anger and frustration.
I try to make small talk, but no one is contributing to the conversation. I had read the brochure about Maui, and in an effort to break the silence, I start to point out highlights along the way. God, I sound like a tour guide.
It’s not long before I park the jeep at the lot in front of the ship. The girls get out, and head up the ramp, while I check the car back with Dollar Rental.This has been a very long day, a very strange day
. I think to myself, as I walk up the boarding ramp. The steward checks my ship pass, and hands me a cold towel before I make my way across the ramp. The blast of cold air feels like heaven when I enter the ship.
The heat throughout the day has left me feeling exhausted, and I’m in desperate need of a shower. Not to mention that I need to get some descent food in my stomach. I’m famished, and decide to take a detour on my way to the room to get something to eat. This will give the girls enough time to clean up.
The pizza place on the ship is open 24-7, so I go there, and gobble down four slices of pepperoni and drink a cold beer. I take one more Bud Light
back with me to the room.
"I’m back," I shout over the sound of the running water, and enter the cabin.
"We’ll be right out," Carol hollers back.We?
I think to myself, and plop down on the couch across from the bed, kicking off my sandals and sipping my beer.
A couple minutes later, I hear the shower shut off. The girls emerge from the bathroom, walking together in an embrace, and kissing each other like they are in a sensual dance. They’re both squeezing the other's butt cheek. The sight of these two beautiful women and their luscious bodies is an instant turn on.
Bumping into the bed, they collapse on the mattress while maintaining their kiss. Carol moves down and is kissing Linda's breasts, swirling her tongue around one nipple while squeezing the other.
I wonder how the tension between these two on the way back seemed to dissipate. Wow, this has become my own personal peep show.
I pull off my shorts, and am stroking Mr. Biggie.
Meanwhile, the girls have rotated and are slurping each other's wetness. Both their bodies are flawless like major porn stars, with firm round ass’s, big natural breasts, long flowing hair, and exquisite faces.
Linda is pushing her fingers into Carol's dripping wet pussy, finger fucking her, and Carol returns the favor. What a sight it is to watch these two beauties roll around, pleasuring each other.
They finally break away and are kneeling on the bed, facing me. Fuck. Hot.
"Where’s the fucking camera when you need it?" I say out loud.
"Come here big boy!" Linda gestures with her index finger.
I stand up with my erection pointing towards them, and walk to the bed thinking, life is good! Verrrrrry good!"
To be continued.
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