She occupied Seat 11A on the long, red-eye flight from San Diego to Pittsburgh, while I was in 11C and the seat between us was vacant. Twenty-five years later she still occupies my mind from time to time. The last words she spoke to me were, “I’ll never forget you.” Whether she has, I’ll not ever know but she remains burned into my memories like a brand into a hide. If someday Alzheimer’s eats my brain, I sincerely hope t...

Few human experiences enjoy the depth of sensuality more so than being bathed by another. Maybe the experience is rooted in neural pathways formed when we were babies being bathed and soothed. Warm water, soft touches, perfumed soaps and lotions all merge together to form an intimate and relaxed mental state. It’s probably safe to say that both the person being bathed and the person bathing them share the pleasures of giv...

So, where does this story leave the five players? Jeff and his lovely wife Audrey have decided to recommit to their marriage but each realizes that they have kinks that are fundamental to their sexual selves. Audrey knows, and within more reasonable bounds, Jeff agrees that she and Donald may continue seeing each other. Their couplings are private but Audrey now delights in teasing her husband to a heightened state of aro...

After the pool, Katrina and Jeff dressed and rented a motor scooter and were off to St. George for some sightseeing. A popular tourist spot is the Unfinished St. Peter’s Church. A plaque in front of the roofless stone structure read that construction on the church had begun in 1870 but faction infighting within the congregation led to a withdrawal of funding pledges and then a storm damaged the oddly beautiful gothic stru...

By the time Audrey and Donald returned from breakfast Katrina and Jeff were dressed and finishing their coffee. “How was ‘Brekky? Audrey asked, now emulating Donald’s pronunciation. “Breakfast was nice,” Katrina replied evenly. “We had the TV news on and there was a story about the problem on the ship but nothing that added to what we already know. I imagine that we’re going to have to go to the ship in order to find out...

Jeff and Katrina left the pub and began walking towards the wharf when they stopped dead in their tracks. Passengers were leaving the ship in droves and at least eight emergency vehicles were parked near the vessel. Red flashing lights from the vehicles reflected from the ship’s hull. Three were ambulances two were fire trucks and the rest, police cars. The passengers did not appear panicked but they did seem worried and...

Jeff and Katrina left the beach about 5PM. Walking back towards the ship, Jeff asked if she would like to have supper aboard or on the island. “While I am not exactly avoiding my husband per-se, I could do with not dealing with him right now and so yes, I’d love to dine with you on the island.” Along the way to the beach, Jeff had noticed a picturesque looking pub called the Frog and Onion. Dressed in beach clothing the i...

Tapping softly on the door with his signature knock, Jeff waited briefly before entering. The room was unoccupied but there was evidence that a great deal had happened there. The room reeked of sex, the bed was nearly torn apart and an upended champagne bottle presided over the dresser. Oddly, the scene prompted no excitement within Jeff; in fact, what he felt was one of isolation. He was an outsider in his own marriage....

Lying in his upper bunk in the stateroom Jeff decided to meet Audrey and Donald for dinner in the formal dining room after walking the deck and watching a movie in the ships auditorium. Theirs was an 8:00 seating and he got to their table first. The newly minted ‘collared” couple entered hand-in-hand and Donald held Audrey’s chair as he sat. Audrey wore a beautiful cocktail dress with a V-neckline and a low back. It was o...

About noontime, Donald returned and Jeff decided to make himself scarce. He and Audrey had made progress in healing the rift between them but although he was feeling better, he wasn’t quite ready to spend time with Donald. He told Audrey that he would meet them for dinner in the ship’s formal dining room and then headed out to explore Bermuda. Catching a taxi, Jeff rode to Horseshoe Bay Cove and took a walk down the hill,...

Audrey quickly dressed in the small bathroom and then sat on the toilet to collect her thoughts before coping with Jeff, her angry husband. She knew in her heart of hearts that this new development with Donald was going to stressful for Jeff but she had not expected him to be so difficult, especially since she and Donald had made her available to Jeff for the morning. Donald would return in a couple of hours and Audrey ha...

Curiosity was killing Jeff. He wanted desperately to know what was on Audrey’s mind and yet a large part of him was afraid to know. They walked to the stateroom and Audrey opened the door. Upon entering, Jeff saw that the room was made up pristine. On the bed were two towels folded and rolled into a pair of gulls in flight. “Let’s go out on the veranda,” Audrey suggested. Jeff began nervously, “As they say, curiosity kill...

Last night, Audrey’s last words to Jeff had been, “I love you too Jeff, more than you probably realize right now. I hope you have a pleasant night.” Jeff did not have a pleasant night per-se, he had an amazing one. On the one hand, his waking hours were filled with lurid fantasies about his wife and what she might be doing with Donald in their stateroom. On one of the ship’s many cocktail lounges, Jeff sat nursing a rum a...

  Oh Audrey, my sweet, tawdry Audrey, I’ve never seen you like this but you literally rocked my world! Your transition was powerful and a complete turn-around – not to mention turn-on! Imagine my surprise – oh hell, imagine your husband’s! It all seemed simple enough. My first time visiting your home was a meeting to plan a Bermuda cruise vacation for the three of us. It didn’t enter my mind that you and I might soil your...

I could hardly wait for our next time together and it did notdisappoint! Your wife was amazing and I hope you got lots of video! The tripod probably was a good idea. I liked how your wife’s cascading hair tickled my thighs but what really excited me was when she stopped pleasuring my cock and left the bed for a moment. I almost shot my wad right then and there when she returned to me pulling a scrunchy into her hair for a...