The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 5

Chapter 7

“Drink this.” Cassandra unscrewed the top of the water bottle and shoved it into Austin’s hand. “You’re going to be really thirsty soon.”

“You are so amazing, Cass.” The way he beamed at her was adorable, but she saw the telltale signs of the drug in him—the blown out pupils and the way he just couldn’t sit still.

“Is your wife here?”

“No, she left,” he said, like it was the most delightful thing in the world. “With some guy. I’m so happy for her. She’s going to get fucked so hard.”

It was the drug talking, she knew, but Cassandra also heard how genuine the sentiment was. He really did love what his wife was doing—and not because he wanted it, but because she did. But she also shouldn’t have left him alone in this state.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“What?” he shouted back.

“Somewhere quieter,” she said. She turned, glancing back into the pulsing, sweaty mass of bodies on the dance floor, the throbbing bass vibrating in her bones. “Not here.”

Austin was fixated on the neon lights strobing hypnotically overhead, painting the writhing crowd in lurid splashes of color. It was utter chaos, a sea of grinding hips and groping hands, yet somehow, the bodies on the dance floor parted like a curtain being pulled back, and she saw Marshall standing there, watching her, drink in hand and that familiar, intense expression on his face.

Her husband was expecting her to perform. She wanted to perform. But right in that moment, this was more important to her. Tugging Austin along, she ignored Marshall and shouted back at him, “Come on!”

“Where are we going?” Austin’s question seemed to arise out of curiosity, not suspicion. She could have pushed him overboard and he probably would have gone along with it, laughing all the way.

“I don’t actually know,” she said with a giggle, guiding him through the dimly lit corridors of the ship.

“An adventure!” he said cheerily. “I always loved our adventures.”

She didn’t respond, but she was touched. They emerged out onto one of the decks. Couples were out here, snuggling in the shadows. It was intimate, despite the open air. Romantic. She wasn’t sure if that was what she was going for.

They climbed a set of stairs, up onto yet another deck. There, on one of the loungers, a woman was riding a man hard, her bikini discarded. They didn’t notice Cassandra or Austin. Austin’s eyes went wide at the sight.

“They’re so beautiful,” he whispered to her as she guided him away, down along the side of the ship. The ocean sloshed far below. Moonlight glinted off the water.

“Here we go,” she said, finding a completely unoccupied pool tucked away on a smaller deck in the midsection. 

“Whoa,” Austin breathed, gazing around in wonder at the star-speckled sky above. “It’s so beautiful out here. Like something out of a dream…”

Cassandra pulled him over to a secluded alcove shielded from view by a copse of potted palms. “Let’s sit here for a minute. Enjoy the night, and drink your water.”

Austin nodded. He’d already finished one bottle, so she handed him the second. “I love this,” he said. He reached out and touched the silver belly bar that pierced her navel. Tonight, she wore a simple one, capped with clear crystals to catch in the black lights.

Cassandra gasped, her tummy tightening where his fingers lightly grazed her skin. “Thanks.”

“You didn’t have this when we were together.”

“No.” She held her breath, waiting for him to judge her for all the changes that she’d made. It didn’t come.

“I like it. Suits you.”

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“Amazing.” He didn’t take his hand off of her, and she didn’t remove it, either. It wasn’t sexual, that touch, but it also wasn’t platonic, either. She sidled closer to him, letting him trace circles around her belly button. “I feel so… connected. To everything. It’s…”

“Amazing?” she finished. They shared a laugh. God, that felt good. “Keep drinking. I’ll go get you another bottle.”

“Do you have to go?”

“I’m just going over there.” She pointed to a water cooler standing out on deck not ten feet away. “Not far.”

Reluctantly, she slipped out of his embrace. He didn’t try to stop her. Instead, he slumped into the plush lounge chair, one arm over his head, and watched her go.

“You know I used to watch you? Like, all the time?”

“Hm?” She glanced back at him as she filled one of the empty plastic bottles.

“I never told you, but… back when you worked at the vet’s, my office was across the street, second floor. I used to look out the window and see you sitting there, always with a smile, like an angel. And I just knew that you were this amazing person. I wanted to get to know you.”

He’d never told her that story. They’d met when he brought his cat in after she’d swallowed a bunch of yarn. She remembered how scared he looked, and how she wanted to comfort him.

“So you stalked me before asking me out?” she teased, returning to his side. She cuddled up with him, like they were still together and were getting settled for an evening movie.

“I can see how you could get there,” he acknowledged. “But it wasn’t like that. I just liked how you treated every person who came in there with such empathy. All these people, so concerned about their pets, and I could just tell that they felt better after talking to you.” He stroked her arm. “God, your skin is so soft.”

“You’re still on the E,” she giggled.

“I don’t think I ever want it to stop. This is amazing!”

“We are on a pleasure cruise sailing through the tropics. You know you don’t need drugs to feel amazing, right?”

“You’re right. You’re so smart, Cass.”

It wasn’t something she was used to hearing that often. Most people just saw the blonde hair and big boobs and drew a different conclusion. 

He kept going. “You were the best thing to ever happen to me. You’re caring, funny, hot as hell, and I loved you. I still do.”

That was the Molly taking, Cassandra knew, but it still hit her like a jolt. So did his touch, his closeness, his body. If she wasn’t careful, she’d take advantage of this drugged man—which she absolutely wasn’t going to do.

“Come on, want to feel something really amazing?” She stood and held her hands out to him.

Austin stood a little too abruptly and their faces came within inches of each other. She watched his gaze dip down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. She fought back the urge to take his hands and place them on her hips.

“Come on, I’m pretty sure that there’s a hot tub up there.”

Set apart from the pool and up on a short dais was the smaller hot tub, tendrils of wispy steam rising from the swirling eddies of the warm water.

“What about suits?” Austin asked.

“Come on, just get in. It’ll feel great.” After untying her sandals, she stepped in, still wearing her white skirt and top, which quickly became completely transparent.

Austin shrugged and joined her “You may want to…”, she began, but when he didn’t even bother to take off his shoes, she just shrugged. “Or just get in.”

“Oh, fuck, that feels like… wow that gets amazing—OH! There are jets!”

Cassandra giggled again, watching Austin ride out the tail end of his high. She’d tried that before. Marshall had gone through a phase just after the IPO, back when they were newly wealthy, when every experience was new. Marshall had led, Cassandra had followed—Ecstasy, gummies, ‘shrooms… coke. She could still remember Marshall calling her into the backroom of a party that they were attending, thinking he just wanted to hook up in public, only to find him and a couple other guys doing lines off of a mirror. ‘Cassie, try this.’

Cassandra shook her head, clearing the shame of that memory. She wasn’t high now, and the effects of her one drink were long gone, but it was almost like she was feeling Austin’s secondary effects—his unguarded laughter made her laugh, his infectious grin made her want to smile in a way that she hadn’t smiled in a long time. She could almost share the pleasure vibrating through his body as she sank beneath the hot water and pressed her aching muscles against the jets.

He reached out, taking her hand and pulling her close. She surrendered to his tug, just as she’d let him touch her belly button ring before. This felt… right.

“You know, I remember you before we got together, too?” she said.

“You’re talking about Misty?” Misty, the cat.

“No, before that. You used to go to that corner cafe and read during lunch. You were so lost in your book, whatever it was, and I always wondered what you were reading, but could never get the nerve up to ask.”

“No way. You?”

“Me,” she giggled. “I always thought you were cute.”

“That’s so crazy. I remember when you came in, too. You know what I was reading?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t, either.” He laughed. “Every time you walked in, my mind went blank. I’d reread the same page over and over, willing myself not to stare at you. After all, you were the girl I stared at through the window.”

Cassandra joined him in laughter. Somehow, she’d found herself in his lap in the hot tub, half turned to him, his arms wrapped around her waist beneath the bubbling froth. She could feel his dick pressed against her, hard and so tempting. So ready. She was also suddenly keenly aware of her breast on his chest, just two thin layers of wet fabric separating them. She hadn’t worn a bra, and they both noticed her nipples clearly visible through her now-translucent white top.

She remembered the way they used to kiss. She remembered the way he used to look up at her as he went down on her. She wanted that again, and why not? As she’d told Austin, this was a cruise full of hotwives and swingers.

“Austin?”

“Hmm?”

And she kissed him—gently at first, like the prelude to something greater, the opening notes of an orchestra as the lights dimmed. His lips on hers were somehow both brand new and familiar. His beard was different, but his taste was not.

She curled her hand around the back of his neck, where his tapered hair was so impossibly soft. The kiss deepened. He met her passion with his own, like a spreading fire on the way to growing out of control.

His hand rested on her hip beneath the water. She sidled closer, half turning into him, pressing herself to him.

When the kiss broke, they stared at one another, bewildered, flustered, but without regret. He was smiling at her, and for the first time that night, she didn’t think the smile was mostly chemically induced.

“Don’t you two look cute!” The female voice filtered into their private world, breaking the moment. Right, they weren’t alone, and were, in fact, in a public space.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a man said. “We didn’t think that anyone else was up here.”

“Well, hello!” Austin said, turning his exuberance on the newcomers. “You have suits. Good choice.”

They were wearing swimsuits, although the woman’s was smaller than even the ones that Marshall had bought her earlier that day. She had the body to pull it off, built like a model. With her glossy brown hair and large eyes, she could have been one at that.

“Hope you don’t mind,” she said, but she also didn’t wait for a response before slipping into the hot tub. Her partner, a man slightly older than any of them, couldn’t stop staring at Cassandra’s tits.

Austin answered for the both of them. “Of course not! Please, join us. Right, Cass?” 

“Of course,” Cassandra said, although she felt a little disappointed that they weren’t alone any longer.

“Don’t let us interrupt anything,” the guy said.

“We won’t tell.” The woman winked at them before straddling her partner’s lap and kissing him passionately.

“Umm, okay,” Cassandra said, because she didn’t know what else to say.

“They’re in love, too,” Austin said. His hands started to travel up her body, and Cassandra didn’t stop him. She also didn’t dare to look back at him, though, afraid of what may happen. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the new couple as they made out.

The guy untied the brunette’s bikini top, and she discarded it as he bent down and feasted on her small tits.

Cassandra gasped as Austin ran his hands up over her own tits. Involuntarily, she arched into his touch. He cupped her boobs, his fingers finding her hard nipples. “Oh…”

Her moan drew the attention of the other couple. The guy whispered something into the brunette’s ear, something that made her giggle and nod. A moment later, she waded the short distance over to Cassandra and Austin.

“He says you two shouldn’t be wearing clothes in the hot tub.” She stopped just before the two of them. “He says it’s against the rules.”

“Oh, so sorry,” Austin said. He started to rise when the other woman reached out and stopped him.

“You don’t have to go,” she purred. Her fingers drifted to the buttons of his shirt. “Here, let me help.”

“Oh,” Austin said as her fingers slid inside his shirt and along his skin. “That feels nice.”

The desire to smack this woman’s hand away was a visceral thing, like someone yanking on the short hairs on the back of her neck.

Then she felt the woman’s companion at her other side, drawing her up and out of Austin’s lap. “Your husband’s in good hands,” he said. “And you deserve your own set of hands.”

Overwhelmed, she looked to Austin, half-expecting to see him making out with this new harlot. But he wasn’t. Even as the brunette peeled open his wet shirt and toyed with the sexy copse of chest hair on his broad pecs, his eyes were locked on Cassandra, like she was all that mattered.

She was seen—not as an accessory or a doll or a toy, but for her own wants, her own desires, her own self.

When the man leaned in and kissed her neck, Austin’s breath caught. His eyes seemed to burn. Had his eyes always been so beautiful, like the ocean at its deepest point?

The man pulled her bandeau top down, freeing her tits, and even still, Austin’s eyes didn’t stray from hers. It was only when the guy’s head dropped lower, latching his mouth onto her nipples, that he finally checked out her naked chest.

This was accelerating. She knew where this was headed. She’d been here countless times before with Marshall, even sharing the random hookup with a nameless couple. But this felt different.

She was on fire. The restraint that she’d been propping up all night long finally buckled. She pulled the guy’s head up to hers and planted a deep kiss right on his mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey—a heady combination because it was so new. She reached down between her legs, finding his bulge in his swim trunks.

He had a nice dick—a new dick. A dick that she could ride if she wanted, and she was starting to think about how much fun it could be to do that in front of Austin. He broke the kiss and nibbled on her ear. “Mmm, your hand feels so good.”

“Your wife is so fucking hot,” Cassandra heard the other woman say to Austin.

Your wife. It was a nice thought. A wistful one. And when Austin didn’t contradict her, just saying, “Yeah, she is,” Cassandra’s heart sang.

“Does she like other girls?”

“I actually don’t know,” Austin said with a laugh.

Cassandra looked over at the time, seeing Austin’s wide-eyed curiosity and the brunette’s hunger, and answered by reaching for her and drawing her in for a deep, girl-on-girl kiss. She preferred cock, but she wasn’t a stranger to pussy. Marshall loved a show. Seemed like Austin did, too.

She felt the men crowd around them, could feel the stranger’s cock driving into her ass cheek as she swapped spit with his lover. It had been a while since she’d kissed another woman and had forgotten about how fun it could be, how soft, how pliable, how good they smelled.

The woman slid her fingers into Cassandra’s thong, going right for her pussy. Cassandra gasped at the touch, breaking the kiss.

“Bald,” the woman said with a wicked smile. “You are a little Barbie Doll, aren’t you?”

“You should see me do the splits,” Cassandra said as the woman’s fingers curled into her pussy.

“Let’s take this back to our cabin.” The guy’s suggestion was directed at Austin, and again, Cassandra was reminded of how different he was from Marshall.

Cassandra and Austin locked eyes, and it was like they could clearly see how the rest of the night could play out. It would have been mind-blowingly hot, the perfect way to end an already deep beginning. But she also knew that he was still rolling, still out of it, and she couldn’t take advantage of that more than she already had. She hadn’t plucked him out of the club just to use him now.

“Maybe a rain check,” she said, giving the woman one last kiss. “It’s late and we need to get back…. you know….to our room.”

“Oh, that’s no fun,” the woman pouted. “This was just getting started.”

Cassandra reached for Austin’s hand, and was thrilled when he squeezed hers back. “I wouldn’t say that it just started,” she called over her shoulder before clasping her unoccupied hand around his bicep and leaning into him as he led her away. “You two have fun!”

Chapter 8

Of all the wild things that had just happened, it was her kiss with Austin that lingered as Cassandra made her way back to her room. Her lips still tingled. She could still feel the soft, short hairs that tapered up the nape of his neck. She wanted to be back in that moment, warm, safe… seen.

But she was being silly. He probably didn’t even remember the kiss, and definitely wouldn’t in the morning. After the hot tub, she’d helped Austin find his room, leaving him with a lingering hug that was most likely the product of the party drugs, rather than any genuine affection. 

She laughed to herself, ascending the couple of decks to her suite. It was a fun night, nothing more. So she told herself as she tried to wipe the smile from her face.

Marshall was waiting for her, sitting on the balcony in just his boxers, looking out at sea as he sipped on a whiskey. An open bottle sat beside him, half of it gone. Her euphoria was recast as guilt. She’d left him alone to have her fun. She’d abandoned him.

Setting her heels by the door, she crossed the room, pausing at the sliding glass that led out onto the balcony. “Hey,” she said softly.

He shifted, his eyes scanning her wet clothes, her wet hair, and her guilt-ridden expression. “You look like you’ve had a night.”

“You’re upset.”

“Little bit, yeah. I don’t love being excluded.”

Time to atone.

She sauntered out onto the balcony, crossing her arms to peel off her wet tube top. She heard the way his breath caught. “I’m sorry, baby. I just got caught up in the night.” Her skirt went next, along with her thong. “How can I make it up to you?”

He lifted his glass and sipped, studying her naked body, cast in the ethereal glow of the moonlight. He shifted, spreading his thighs just slightly. It was as much a command as any—one that she first obeyed out of guilt, but by the time she was on her knees, she did it out of need.

“I kissed… strangers,” she admitted, tracing Marshall’s dick through his boxers. He was already hard.

“Strangers?” he asked, putting emphasis on the plural.

“Yes. I left with… this guy…”

“Oh, I saw.” He brushed her chin with his hand.

“...and we ended up in some random hot tub together.” She unzipped Marshall, fishing out his thickening cock. “And we weren’t alone.”

With her blue eyes never leaving Marshall’s darker pupils, she wrapped her lips around his cock and swirled the tip with her tongue. He groaned. She sucked hard as she pulled off of him, her mouth leaving his dick with a loud pop.

“You know how much I like feeling multiple hands on my body,” she said, stroking him to full length. “Or multiple mouths…”

None of it was a lie. Those things had happened, and Marshall chose to fill in the details himself. So did Cassandra. “He had a nice, hard dick,” she teased, bending down to take her husband’s hard dick back into her mouth. She bobbed along it, swirling and feeling it grow. “He liked when I touched it.”

Marshall pushed his fingers into her damp hair, his groans growing. “And both guys liked it when I kissed the other woman,” she said. “She was so hot. Tight body. Long fingers that felt so good inside my thong.”

Cassandra sucked the tip of his cock back into her mouth, swirled it, then popped off again. “She called your wife a Barbie Doll. You like that?”

Marshall pushed her head back onto his dick. She obliged, encircling his veiny length as she began to bob and jack at once.

“You were at the center of the action, weren’t you?” he said.

She nodded without taking her eyes or her mouth off of him.

“That’s my girl. That’s my good little slut.” He inhaled deeply, relishing her blowjob the way he would a fine glass of wine.

Cassandra slurped off of him, sitting up higher on her knees. She wrapped her enhanced tits around his cock, squeezing her cleavage around him with her hands.

“Fuck, that looks so good,” he groaned.

Looks, not feels. Marshall always was all about appearances. 

“You like seeing my big titties wrapped around a hard dick?” she asked rhetorically.

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Then I’m sorry you missed tonight.” To her, it was a non-sequitur. To him, he heard what he needed to hear. He practically dragged her into his lap. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, guiding him into her. “Uh! That’s so good…”

“You’re wet,” Marshall grunted. “No condom?”

Cassandra didn’t answer, instead riding him harder and faster. She needed it. She needed his dick to remind her that she was married, to remind her what her boundaries were. She may not have had sex with Austin, but she still needed to feel reclaimed by Marshall.

Her lack of an answer inflamed her husband. He groped her ass, taking control as he bounced her in his lap. They didn’t have an agreement about protection, and they also knew all the careful screening that all guests needed to undertake before coming aboard. Even still, most in this lifestyle used condoms. Cassandra and Marshall did, too. The few times that she hadn’t had really pushed his buttons, though, and that evening, after the kiss, after the guilt, she needed all of his buttons pressed at once.

“Fuck me, baby,” she gasped. “Make me yours again.”

“You are mine,” he growled, driving hard, his fingers digging into her ass. “Mine, babydoll. All… fucking… mine!”

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The hot tub couple was completely random and made up, but I could turn them into a reference to another book. I just couldn't think of a couple who'd fit here with that personality. AJ and Jo, maybe?

Next part, next Friday!

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