The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 2

Apologies in advance for this short chapter. I need to take more time with the following chapter, for reasons you'll see, since it's a really important moment in the story, and I've been so busy finalizing In Too Deep: Part Two, for publication. But next week's should be a doozy!

Chapter 2

The Nautical Nook Bar reminded Austin of a ship’s wheel. The large, circular bar sat at the center of the space, and almost sunken into the floor, acting as the hub. Around the outside, like spokes of the wheel, were the nooks, round, recessed booths that overlooked the room and provided privacy. Austin couldn’t see into them, which was the point.

“We can add you to the waitlist for one of the nooks,” the maitre d’ said apologetically. “I’m sorry, but first night on the ship, things are a little crowded.”

“It’s fine,” Faye said, eyeing the people who were mingling at the bar, flirting over drinks. “We can wait down there?”

“That’s fine. You’re welcome to sit at the bar.”

Faye ran her fingers along the maitre d’s cheek. “Perfect, sweetheart. Austin, make sure we’re on the list.”

She was already descending down towards the bar as Austin gave the host his number. “We’ll send you a text once a nook opens up,” he said. Austin barely heard it, keenly aware that his wife was walking into a pit of vipers.

Or maybe that was just a description of his stomach?

By the time he’d arrived, Faye was engrossed in a conversation with another couple, a few years younger than them. They were good looking, both with dark hair and slightly bewildered expressions. 

“This is my husband, Austin.” Faye threaded her hands around his arm. “This is Kate and Jordan.”

Like always, Faye had a way of talking like she was already good friends with this couple, even though Austin was pretty sure they’d just met.

“Jordan here didn’t know what a hotwife was when he booked this cruise.” Faye’s eyes wide with delight. “Can you imagine?”

Jordan glanced at his wife, flushed. “Well, I mean, Kate is hot. And she’s my wife.”

“She is definitely hot,” Faye said, eyeing the athletic brunette. Shooting a quick look at Austin, she added, “But don’t get any ideas, Austin.”

Kate watched the exchange with curiosity. “So he doesn’t get to play?”

Faye shook her head. “He’s my little cuck. My pleasure is his pleasure.”

Austin felt that familiar pang of humiliation as this seemingly innocent couple looked at him, then at one another, like they’d suddenly found themselves inside the cages at the zoo.

“That’s… supportive of you,” Jordan said. He glanced at his wife again, as if to communicate, Don’t get any ideas.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” Kate said, sensing her husband’s unease. “Maybe we’ll see you around.”

As Austin watched them go, he felt a pang of envy. Where Kate had the instinct to protect, Faye would have twisted the knife harder.

“She was cute,” Faye whispered, running her hand through Austin’s closely cropped beard. “And she seemed to like the look of you.”

“Faye…”

“What? I happen to be proud to have a hot husband.” She kissed his cheek. “Just as long as you don’t become a hothusband.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“You know what I mean.”

They ordered some cocktails as they waited for a table to open up. A live band struck up some music, and a few of the guests filtered onto the small dance floor. Austin noticed that the young couple was among them.

He wondered what it could be like if things were more equal. He enjoyed watching Faye with other men, and he got off on her sexual dynamism, but sometimes the humiliating aspects got to be a bit much. Kate and Jordan seemed more… balanced. Or maybe they were just overwhelmed by this lifestyle cruise.

“I can’t believe they didn’t know about…” He turned to Faye, only to see her talking with a new guy. His heart rate immediately kicked up a notch, and he could feel his palms go clammy. As always. This was the feeling that he loved and hated, and couldn’t get enough of. It was like the first hit of a drug of the evening—not that he did drugs—and it was also the first thrust of the knife.

The guy looked quite a bit younger than them, probably still in his twenties, with light black skin, short black hair, and the swagger of a man who knew he was hot shit.

These moments were always awkward for Austin. He never knew what to do. Did he engage in their conversation? Did he wander away and give them space? Probably better than what he normally did, which was to stand there impotently, nodding along even though he could only hear half of their hushed and heated conversation.

His name was Joe Greene. That much Austin put together. And Joe knew that he was with Faye, but after that, Austin may have been nonexistent. Maybe once this felt good, felt sexy, felt like he was sharing an experience with his wife. Not anymore.

He just kept ordering drinks—amazing how dangerous a drink plan could be on these cruises—and searching the crowd like there was something out there to save him. 

His eyes kept landing on a stacked blonde wearing a slinky white dress, decorated with flowers. Something about her reminded him of an ex-girlfriend, Cassandra, although it couldn’t be. While Cassandra had been curvy, she didn’t have tits like that woman, not the platinum blonde hair, nor the confidence to pull off her whole look. But their mannerisms were similar, idiosyncrasies that he’d once studied from afar before he’d worked up the guts to talk to her. Like the way she tipped her head and laughed, her eyes turning into half-moons of joy, or her upright posture as she stood, lost in thought.

Austin actually thought about Cassandra quite often. He didn’t have many past girlfriends, he was never a player like that, but she was the one who really made an impression. He often wondered what would have happened if they’d stuck together after he’d moved away and tried the long distance thing.

Faye started to gather her purse. Joe was there, whispering something into her ear that had her giggling. Austin’s stomach fluttered and his dick stiffened in his pants. Despite all of his reservations, watching his wife moan like a pornstar still has an effect.

When Austin got to his feet as well, though, the other man seemed to acknowledge him for the first time. Placing a hand on Austin’s chest, Joe said, “Not so fast, little man. Private party. By invitation only.”

Faye watched Austin, amused, and didn’t come to his defense.

“I…” Austin looked at his wife, pleading. They usually played together. Faye enjoyed having him there, helplessly watching. Austin liked it, too. But she’d gone off alone before, and the angst was a different kind of pleasure-pain.

“You’ll sit here and wait for us,” Joe said. He patted Austin’s cheek before stepping back and sliding his hand into Faye’s. “And while you wait, I want you to think about what’s happening to your wife. I want you to imagine my big, hard cock stretching her perfect little pussy. I want you to picture her moaning and screaming my name as I make her cum over and over again.”

Faye just chuckled, her eyes never leaving Austin’s. Austin was hot with humiliation, as well as arousal. He didn’t like that this turned him on, but like a house-broken dog, he knew not to pee in the house anymore.

When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he jumped and nearly blew his load. When he pulled it out, he saw that their table was ready.

“Looks like we have…” But Joe was already leading Faye away. “…a nook.”

Feeling excluded, turned on by the denial, and conflicted by being so aroused, he went back to the bar and ordered another drink.

“Austin? Is that… is that you?”

He recognized the voice, although when he followed it, he didn’t recognize the woman. Not at first. It was the blonde that he’d checked out earlier. But it couldn’t be…

“Cassandra?”

The blonde blushed, glancing down and away, and then he saw past the makeup and the hair and the tits. It was Cassandra. He’d recognize that demure modesty anywhere.

“Hey, Austin. Long time, no see.”

Something longer next week, promise!

You can preorder The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra, on Amazon now. It'll be out February 27, 2025, at all major retailers.

If you were intrigued by Kate and Jordan, you can read their story from Skyler Quinn, starting February 6.