The third day.
The ship is now anchored at Maui. I 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 Ann 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. Ann'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 yesterday.
We were waiting to board one of the three shuttle boats, and were 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, and they would have to shuttle passengers back and forth. As I observed my surroundings, I realized that I was definitely amongst the two prettiest women on this ship.
Leaving the air conditioned vessel, we boarded the shuttle, and I felt 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 was cramped and uncomfortable, but as the boat picked up speed, the air flow increased. The moist ocean air was welcome relief.
"Mike, what is your plan?" Ann shouted 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 replied with an equally loud voice.
"Sounds great," Ann and Linda both agreed.
The ride to the dock was bumpy. I thought there would be many seasick passengers if it continues like this. I Could feel the ocean spray coming from the side windows, as the ship plowed through the rough sea. Looking through the front wind screen, I could see that we are approaching the dock. The crew is scrambling to tie up and help the passengers off.
We waited our turn again to disembark the shuttle boat, and once we did, we traded it for a shuttle bus after being helped onto the dock. Through a unanimous decision, we took the public bus to K-mart
so we can get necessities and personal items.
This store was different than the ones on the mainland, with many rows of Hawaiian memorabilia. I was looking at the men's shirts while the girls went off on their own. After finishing shopping, we waited out front to catch another bus that will take us to Dollar Car Rental
. These buses looked like older converted school buses, and we boarded the one that had the sign that says Rental Cars
As the bus made its way through the city I couldn't help but notice how much Hawaii resembles the beach city where we live in California. I can honestly say that it has the same style of architecture and landscaping.
Upon arriving at our destination at Dollar Rental,
we waited in yet another line. At least the building was air conditioned, giving us some temporary relief from the sweltering heat. The ladies sat on some chairs by the door while I waited in line.
Even though Ann and Linda are hot and sweaty, I noticed that they were 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 signed the contract after the salesman read it in detail trying to sell me additional insurance. This document had more small print than a real estate contract. Regardless, I picked up the keys, and we walked out of the protection of the building and down the aisles of cars in search of our rental vehicle. Waves of heat came off the asphalt. It felt as though I was in a concrete desert of scorching heat. If I passed out on the ground, I’m sure my skin would burn.
I decided to GPS
our car myself and clicked the unlock button on the key that triggered a loud car horn. We turned in the direction of that beeping sound and found the white jeep Wrangler
"Oh Lord, I hope it has air conditioning," Linda replied fanning herself with the map the clerk had given us.
We got into the oven (called a car)
, and I started 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 was taking its sweet time cooling the interior down.
Linda sat in the back seat, and was baking in the heat. I saw that she is unclasping her bra and taking it off because the temperature and sweat were causing her much discomfort.
Ann saw what she is doing and followed suit. Linda caught me staring at her in the rear view mirror and lifted her top, shaking her big tits at me and smiling. I whistle at her, while I reached over and grabbed a handful of Ann's boob.
She swatted my hand away and exclaimed, "It's too hot for that!"
After following the exit signs, we were soon motoring down the highway in Maui taking in the breathless beauty of the cliffs, seascapes, and Banyan trees. The cliffs reminded 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 got away from the city, the less traffic and more scenery we saw. At times the road took us almost to the shore, but was now turning inland.
We attempted to drive all around the whole island, and it seemed that we’re running out of paved road. The asphalted highway had ended. Damn, we should have checked the map first.
I stopped the Jeep on the side of the road, and got out of the car. “Alright, who's in for an adventure?" I asked the ladies.
"I'm game," said Linda.
"Me too," Ann added.
Back at the wheel once again, and I shifted into four wheel drive and started down the unpaved road. There was a drop off on the left that was looking more like a cliff with no guard rail. It was getting narrower by the second until it became one lane, and we seemed to be dodging rocks every few yards.
Up ahead, I could see a truck coming our way, and I was suddenly not sure what to do. We were face to face with a big stake bed truck filled with pineapples. I shifted into the lowest gear, and pulled up on the side of the hill allowing him to pass. It feels like we are close to tipping over as the truck slipped by, missing us by inches.
I could see there is a little town up ahead, and I thought this must be one of those little towns where the native Hawaiians live, like the brochure read.
"Mike, we need to stop and get something to eat and drink and I really
have to pee," Ann suggested.
“Alright, I’m on it.”
This place didn't seem to have a restaurant. The buildings were all dilapidated and in serious need of repair. However, I did notice what appeared to be a small market with several open air stands. We approached the store, and looked around. There were some shirtless young men playing guitars and singing outside.
"Come on girls, let's get out and stretch our legs." I parked the Jeep by some of the vegetable stands and I got out and pulled my seat forward, allowing Linda to crawl out.
"I’m riding shot gun on the way back!" she exclaimed, stretching her arms.
This place was different, and we definitely felt like tourists as we walked around. We passed 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's and Ann's bouncing boobs. I glanced over at the girls and saw that Linda's nipples stuck out like pencil erasers through her shirt and the sweat made the cloth cling to her skin.
"Are you lost? We don't get many haoles
around here brah
," a hard bodied young man says to me. He didn't have a shirt on, and I could 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 explained. "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 left Linda and Ann behind, and walked into a local store. It was pretty much what I expected, with open table trays of fruit and vegetables, some of which I did not recognize. The ceiling fans were stirring around the hot air and not doing much to keep the flies away. Against the far wall, there were three old glass case coolers working hard to keep the contents cold.
I made my way across the sawdust floor and peered in each cooler. I pulled out three cokes and three ice cream bars before taking them to the register. The clerk was a heavy Hawaiian woman in a muumuu.
"We don't get many tourists out here," she stated as she gave me change.
"Do you have a restroom in this place?"
"The pot is out back," she answered.
"Do I need a key?"
The woman grinned at me and chuckled, "Got no door—"
I heard laughter outside, and turned my head to find Ann and Linda sitting on the hood of the Jeep, giggling and flirting with the young Hawaiian men. They seemed to be serenading them with their guitars, and the girls Were certainly enjoying the attention. I grabbed the bag full of items I just purchased, and headed back to the Jeep.
"Here are your drinks and ice cream. You better eat them before they melt." I handed over the cokes and bars to the girls, then I add, "The rest room is out back.”
Linda immediately headed out toward the back of the store, and all the boys were staring as she wiggles her sensual ass from side to side.
"Mike, this is Joey and his friends, Luka, Akoni and Kai," Ann introduced them, and I was sort of stunned as to how she is able to remember all their names.
Joey looked like he’s in his late teens or early twenties. He was 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 said, while grinning at Ann. "We have our own beach just down this road, and the waves are great."
"Come on, Mike. Let's go see their beach!" Ann asked and jumped off the Jeep before starting down the path with all four guys, not waiting for my reply. Ann has clearly made my decision for me, much to my annoyance. But I chose to be agreeable and just let her have her way.
It wasn't long before Linda returned from the outhouse. "That place is so gross.” She shuddered, and then noticed that Ann was missing. “Where is Carol going?"
"Apparently we are going to the beach." I sighed, and held out my hand.
We walked hand in hand slowly down the dusty road, following the pack. The soil was almost red and very pebbly. I wondered 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 seemed to fit together hand and glove. It sort of saddens me when I think about my relationship with Ann. I could hardly recognize her anymore, since she has found new sexual freedom. Look at the strangers we’ve become, my love…
I was the last thought that plagued my mind before Linda stopped and pulled me out of my sea of melancholic memories. "Come here,"
she yanked my arm and pulled me closer. Our bodies are pressed together tightly, and our lips suddenly meet in a passionate kiss.
"I want you," Linda expressed in a low and sexy voice.
"Me too, I can't get enough of you." I replied, 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, Mike. 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 looked at her with concern, before we approach the shore.
It was a beautiful beach with a natural break water and reef that radiates a sense of solitude and serenity. It was absolutely breathtaking. The beach was lined with Cypress trees, and out beyond the reef there was a pristine wave break. I notice several surfboards leaning against a downed tree trunk.
Ann and the four boys were laughing and acting silly together. Obviously the guys were competing for her attention. She was in her glory, teasing and being twice as flirtatious.
"There you are! I thought you two got lost," Ann greeted us with a smile, as we got 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 ol lady
"Come on, Linda. I’m going to teach you to surf." I walked towards the surfboards with Linda in tow.
"I don't have a suit, and I don't know how to surf," she replies, and tried to avoid my insistence.
"You can just wear your t-shirt and shorts. When we’re finished you’ll dry off within minutes in this heat." I picked one of the boards that I thought will fit her, and it's a bit wider with a single skag.
I took Linda to the water’s edge, put the board in, and instructed 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 cool temperature of the water. She looked 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 was doing quite well.
Out of curiosity, I look back on the shore to see what Ann is up to. She was sitting with Joey on the fallen tree, and he had his arm around her waist. The other boys are not in sight.
Linda is getting bolder and wanted 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 was 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 said to me with a bit of uncertainty, while a wave approached. "Go!"
I tell her, and give her a push.
Linda paddled with all her strength just as I instructed, and she ends up catching the curl, propelling her forward. She got to her knees a few seconds before the wave closed 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 couldn't take my eyes off her. Damn, she was beautiful. The wet t-shirt clung to her like a second skin, and her breasts were swaying with each movement.
"You did great!" I pulled her in for a hug, and squeeze her to my chest.
"I want to do it again," there was nothing but enthusiasm in her voice.
We made several more attempts, but were not able to duplicate the earlier success.
Making our way back to shore, Linda looks to me and says, "Mike, we need to talk."
"So talk," I slapped her ass and smirked at her.
"This is serious. I have to tell you something that might throw a monkey wrench into your plans."
"What could that be?"
"Mike, 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
. You are in a vulnerable state right now and can't trust your feelings."
"What are we going to do?" she looks at me in distress. "This was not supposed to happen."
I was not sure what answer to give to take her worries away. "It’s going to be okay."
Once on shore, I saw that Ann and Joey have stepped things up a bit. The other boys weren't around, and I could only conclude that they have left to go surfing. Joey was kissing my wife with his hand up her shirt, rubbing her tits. She had a handful of his crotch, and they didn't even notice us as Linda and I walked over to them.
"Ann? We’re going back to the car. Would you come over here please?" I ask.
She got up and approached 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 questioned her.
"Yes! And that's what makes him so hot
!" She swooned, flashing a devilish smile. "Don't be so serious," Ann rolled her eyes. "It’s only sex."
"You are such a slut!" I shook my head in disbelief.
"I know, Mike!
Just the way you made me,” she winked at me. “Would you be a doll and do me a favor?"
"What?" I asked, 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 looked at her hesitantly, and then notice the other boys walking back, staring at her. Ann looked at them, and then faced 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 was 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, Ann. You’re a fucking whore."
She took it as a compliment and grinned 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 Ann 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 Ann? 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 arrived back at the car, and I couldn'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 fished 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, Ann was 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 walked over to the action, and drop the box of condoms on the ground. "You better use these."
Ann grunted something, but it was incomprehensible because she can’t talk with a cock fucking her mouth. Joey didn't look like he’s going to stop and rubber up. In fact, he was pounding her so hard I could hear the slapping of skin from a distance as I walked away. I just sat on the fallen tree, watching the graphic display of these men destroying my wife's holes.
Joey was 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. Ann is pushing back in rhythm, and her tits were swinging back and forth with each blow.
!" Joey grinned and looked directly at me. He then grabbed 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 was sitting and watching. It’s not like I need to learn how to fuck a woman. I guess I was just shocked, and curious to see this new side of Ann.
A couple minutes later, Joey slowed down, stiffens up, and moaned, "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 was fucking her mouth, pulls out and shoots rope after rope of cum into of her face and hair.
"Fuck her in the ass!" Joey commanded his replacement.
I was looking at Ann to see if she wanted me to intervene. She looked at me and said nothing. The young man pulls out, and positioned himself at her tight hole before pushing in."Ahhhhh
!" Ann moaned when he slid his cum drenched cock deep in her bowels. He immediately fucked her hard, slamming into her with speed. Slap, slap, slap, slap,
his skin smacked against her ass. He doesn't last long, as he starts shooting his load deep up her ass.
I was involuntarily getting aroused watching my wife gang fucked.
The fourth guy wearing the hat was jacking off above her, and sprays his load over her back.
Ann turned over and sat up with one of the guys is behind her, cupping her breasts. She gave me this look that she’s had enough.
I walked over to them as I picked up my wife’s clothing. "That's it, boys. Fun is over!"
"It's not over till I say it's over," Joey replied with a threatening undertone. He stepped between me and Ann.
"You’ve all had your fun. We’re leaving now. Get out of my way," I said with authority.
"What you gonna do brah
? There are four of us an’ one of you!" Joey challenged,
"I am not your 'brah', and you have your math wrong.” I smiled 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," Ann laughed nervously and pulled away from the guy that is holding her. She walked around Joey, and took 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, Mike? 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." I laughed sardonically.
“Why are you laughing? Don’t laugh at me.”
I guess that’s her best defence.
“My dear,” I said 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 men 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."
Ann was 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 stopped 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 caught up to us, and slapped Ann's ass while they walk past us. Joey stopped and gave her a big kiss on the lips, staring at me the whole time because he knew that would piss me off.
Finally, my wife is fully dressed and we are back at the Jeep, where Linda is patiently waiting.
"Are you alright?" she asked, hoping to get more information.
"What do you care?" Ann replied 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 was mostly quiet with some unspoken tension between Linda and Ann.
"It is impossible to brush this dried cum out of my hair," Ann huffed in anger and frustration.
I tried 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 started to point out highlights along the way. God, I sound like a tour guide.
It was not long before I parked the jeep at the lot in front of the ship. The girls got out, and headed up the ramp, while I checked 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 checked my ship pass, and handed me a cold towel before I made my way across the ramp. The blast of cold air feels like heaven when I entered the ship.
The heat throughout the day had left me feeling exhausted, and I was in desperate need of a shower. Not to mention that I need to get some descent food in my stomach. I’m famished, and decided to take a detour on my way to the cabin 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 went there for a snack. I gobbled down four slices of pepperoni and drank a cold beer. I took one more Bud Light
back with me to the room.
"I’m back," I shouted over the sound of the running water as I entered the cabin.
"We’ll be right out," Ann hollered back.We?
I think to myself, and plopped down on the couch across from the bed, kicking off my sandals and sipping my beer.
A couple minutes later, I heard the shower shut off. The girls emerged 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 collapsed on the mattress while maintaining their kiss. Ann moved down and is kissing Linda's breasts, swirling her tongue around one nipple while squeezing the other.
I wondered how the tension between these two seemed to disappear. Wow, this has become my own personal peep show.
I pull off my shorts, and am stroking Mr. Biggie.
Meanwhile, the girls had rotated and were 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 was pushing her fingers into Ann's dripping wet pussy, finger fucking her, and Ann returns the favor. What a sight it was to watch these two beauties rolling around, pleasuring each other.
They finally broke away and are kneeling on the bed, facing me. Fucking Hot!
"Where’s the fucking camera when you need it?" I say out loud.
"Come here big boy!" Linda gestured with her index finger.
I stood up with my erection pointing towards them, and walked to the bed thinking, life is good! Verrrrrry good!"
To be continued.
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