Hot Cruise

It was a family vacation, so you can imagine that the romance was a bit restricted.  We had been on the cruise for several nights, and it was obvious from my husband’s looks and touches that he was becoming more and more in need of me.  Frankly, I was getting hot as well, but up until the third night, there had been nothing we could do about it.

Dinner was served in four different dining rooms.  The kids were pretty tired, so we encouraged them to go to the less formal dining room while I set up reservations in the “coat and tie” restaurant.  Getting ready, I made some quick alterations in my dress.  It was a long gown, with a slit to just above the knee.  While my husband was making sure that the kids were settled, I quickly undid some stitches.  Then I pulled out a new pair of platform high heels that I had been saving, slipped on the dress and checked myself out in the mirror.  I had to admit; I looked hot.  The heels with the platform extended my legs an extra six inches, and the slit went almost to my hip.  When I stood still, everything looked normal, but when I walked… well, let’s just say, I was going to turn a lot of heads.

The only one I was interested in, though, was my husband, and when he returned, I slipped my arm into his, told him I was ready, and we headed out.  When we came to the first flight of stairs, I asked him to be a dear and take a picture of me.  I watched as he pointed the camera in my direction, and then I took a step down the stairs.  His mouth dropped open, and he almost dropped the camera.  When I walked by him, I whispered in his ear, “and I’m commando too.”  As a walked down the hall, I could hear him hurrying to catch up.  “Commando?”  he said.  “Yup” I breathed softly, “and I’m going to need you desperately in an hour or two.”

I knew that would get him going.

When we sat at the table, I had him sit next to me, and after the waiter left, I adjusted my dress and uncrossed my legs, and waited for him to glance over at me.  As his eyes swept over me, his jaw dropped again.  Smiling at him, I asked, “is there a problem?”  All he did was smile.  I knew what he was looking at.  I had positioned my dress, so that the slit fell open at my lap and my pussy was available for his hungry eyes.

I’m not sure how he ever got his meal eaten but somehow, he managed, and my sweet little kitty only got covered up for a minute or two when the waiter periodically came back.

With dinner over, I led my poor, very hard husband to the upper deck of the ship.  Finding a spot where there were very few people, I stood against the railing and had him stand behind me with his arms wrapped around me.  Then I leaned back and said, “are you ready to try something daring?”  When he nodded, I glanced around and seeing no one near, I pulled his hand down, and into the slit on my dress.  Guiding his hand to my pussy, I took a little wider stance and then pushed one of his fingers into my soaking wet center.  “Rub me”, I hissed.

I was so turned on already, I knew this wouldn’t take too long.  Reveling in the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of me, I closed my eyes and concentrated.  Within minutes, I could feel my orgasm rising, but it wasn’t what I was expecting.  I don’t know whether it was the place, or the planning, or the incredible view or what, but when it hit, I had to bite my lip, hard, not to keep from screaming, my husband held me tight with one arm, while my pussy nearly squeezed the fingers off his other hand.  For several minutes, my legs were almost completely useless.  It had been years since I had had an orgasm that strong.

When I had finally recovered enough to walk, albeit a bit wobbly, I turned, grabbed hold of my husbands rock hard cock, kissed my sweetheart passionately, and then thanked him and told him that we needed to get to our room quickly, while the kids were still gone so I could return the favor.

Yeah, that is one memory that I wouldn’t be forgetting soon.