The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 1

You're getting an exclusive, sneak peek at my upcoming Hotwife Cruise book! What you're going to read is different than the blurb on the preorder page. I've ditched that idea in favor of something a little breezier.

Before I launch into this, though, a quick note about what this series is. This is actually the third series written by some of the folks over at A.C.H.E. (Authors of Cuckold and Hotwife Erotica), but it's my first contribution to them. For those curious, the other series are The Hotwife Key Party and The Hotwife Games. The Hotwife Cruise is set aboard a ship named the Princess of Adventure, which caters to hotwives and their husbands. Each author has written their own independent story about their own couple. Only the setting is shared (although there may be some crossover characters here and there, as well as other notable characters, such as the captain). It's a fun premise, with more coordination than I'd expected. I'm the last book in the series to come out. You can preorder it now over at Amazon, but it'll be available everywhere once it releases on February 27.

You can also check out all the other authors in this collaboration. Here are direct links to them (some aren't out yet, but all are there for preorder):

• Paul Garland

• GK Grayson

• Kirsten McCurran

• Skyler Quinn

• Delores Swallows

• Hardison Parker

With that aside, let's begin with Cassandra and Austin's story! Oh, and as always, this is a work-in-progress. I'm keen to hear your thoughts on it.

Chapter 1

“Can you believe this place?” Faye said. She paused on the gangway, turning back to stare at Austin, her blue eyes filled with wonder.

The bright Miami sun caught in her golden hair. She’d cut it into a chin-length bob for this trip, and the new look only further enhanced her elegant beauty, showing off her graceful neck and bare shoulders.

Behind her rose the Princess of Adventure like a small, floating city of glass and steel. It was their first cruise together, and what a cruise this was. Other couples flowed past them, boarding the ship with the kind of nervous anticipation normally reserved for kids arriving at camp. Only this camp was adults-only—a lifestyle cruise that catered to men who enjoyed watching their wives with other men.

A pulse of anxiety ran through Austin as his mind grappled with that idea once again. He glanced away from the towering windows and balconies of the ship, back to Faye. She was checking out some guy who’d just moved past her—a muscular young stud with dark-chocolate skin and seemingly without a companion. He grinned at Faye, who smiled back at him before shooting an excited look in Austin’s direction.

His stomach was doing flips at the exchange, and they hadn’t even made it onto the actual ship. Faye held her hand out to her husband, and when he threaded his fingers through hers, he was surprised to find them clammy. She never seemed nervous, and it was nice to discover that she was.

“Austin, this is going to be so much fun,” she said, pulling him against her as they finally stepped aboard the cruise ship. “I can’t believe that we’re here.”

“Definitely not a city council function,” he said. A caterer passed by, holding a tray of champagne. It was a bit early for drinking, but when Faye passed him one, he took it like a life preserver.

“To making memories,” she said, clinking her glass against his before he had the chance to even raise it.

“To memories.” He downed half of his glass. They continued onto the ship, passing into the luxurious atrium at its heart, Faye one step ahead of her husband the whole time, swaying provocatively on her strappy gold sandals with their sky-high heels that clicked as she walked along the deck.

Austin was a handsome man, his blond hair cut into a mid fade, then parted high—a style courtesy mostly of Faye. The short and tidy beard was also Faye’s idea, although he liked the look. In his polo shirt and khaki shorts, he looked like he was on vacation. He just didn’t feel it. 

“God, so much eye candy,” Faye said to herself as she sipped her champagne.

In addition to the couples that occupied most of the passengers, a few unattached men seemed to be scoping out the women. Faye drew her fair share of smiles and nods, and each smile and nod felt like a fist in his gut.

Like always in these situations, he went with it, turning his charm on his wife.

“Tell me about it,” he said, exaggerating the way his eyes swept across his wife. Wearing a white, strapless sundress that clung to her statuesque body, Faye knew she looked good and never minded showing off.

Her makeup was flawless—smokey eyes, perfectly arched brows, lips painted a bold, seductive red. Gold hoop earrings caught the light as she tipped her head to one side, her blonde bob tipping as well, and grinned at Austin.

“Such a charmer, honey,” she said, reaching out to trace her red-painted nails along his cheek. “Keep it up and maybe I’ll let you worship me when we get to our cabin.”

“Let’s go,” Austin said in eager anticipation. She’d been edging him for the last month, forbidding him from even jerking off to completion. He was so ready for that sweet release.

“Now, now,” she said, taking her fingers away and turning back to their surroundings. “All in good time.”

A chime rang out over the intercom, and a man’s voice came on, accented with a subtle Spanish.

“Welcome aboard, this is Captain Rodriguez speaking. I know you all are anxious to get out to sea, but before we set sail, let me introduce you to our cruise director, Felicity Jones, who will introduce you to all the wondrous services we have on this trip, as we taxi out of the docking zone. Oh, and we are proud to be hosting the Emancipated and their hotwives, cucks, and bulls! They’re all yours, Felicity.”

Faye squeezed Austin’s arm, bouncing in her heels with giddiness. A woman came over the intercom, clearing her throat before speaking with sweet, bubbly confidence. 

“Hello everybody. This is Felicity Jones, your Cruise Director. You won’t believe what we have in store for you. Everyone is dripping with anticipation as we take you to the edge of paradise.”

All around them, couples had paused to listen to the announcement, laughing with the same nervous excitement that Austin felt. That was nice. At least he wasn’t totally alone in feeling that.

“Just a reminder to our takeover guests,” the cruise director continued. “Please remember that the private adult activities are restricted to areas designated Platinum. Please be courteous of any guests not partaking in the fun and remember, consent is mandatory.”

“Who would come on this cruise and not play?” Faye asked aloud. She wasn’t looking for an answer, and Austin kept his mouth shut, but he wondered if he counted as part of that. Not that he didn’t enjoy it when Faye had fun. He loved that she loved it so much, but were it up to him, he’d probably enjoy a more vanilla cruise.

Felicity finished off her welcome as the ship shifted beneath them. They were finally off, which drew a round of excited applause from the passengers around them.

“We should find one of these platinum areas,” Faye said.

“We should find our cabin first. Just so we know where all of our things are.”

Faye pouted, and for a moment Austin wondered if she’d insist they get right down to business. She reached out, straightening the collar on his polo shirt, and nodded. “Okay, fine. Let's get settled in first.”

They swung by the check-in counter to get their room’s keycard and a map of the facilities. There were a lot of fun locations to explore: a casino, a spa, bars and lounges, even a club named The Starlight Ballroom, not to mention a number of fun, thematic pools throughout the ship. They also got the itinerary for the eight day cruise.

“Oh, there’s a ‘glow’ party tomorrow night,” Faye said on their way to the room. “We should do that.”

“A glow party?”

Faye read from the brochure as she navigated the halls of the interior of the ship, reading: “Light up the night at our sizzling Glow Party! Wear your sexiest neon attire and let the pulsing beats lead you astray. Explore the tantalizing darkness and discover all sorts of naughty surprises. Visit our body painting booths to become a living canvas, then compete for 'Most Creative Decoration.' Anything goes...if you dare!

“So it’s a rave.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Faye said. “Come on, doesn’t it sound fun? Didn’t you ever go to a rave when you were younger?”

“Can’t say that I did.”

She paused, turning to give him a soft pat on the cheek. “Sometimes I forget how sheltered you were.”

It wasn’t exactly fair. Austin had gone to college in a small town, and when he’d graduated, he’d worked in a town not much bigger, far from the cities. He liked that life. It’s just that Faye, well, didn’t.

“I think the Nassau excursion sounds fun,” he said, changing the subject. They continued towards their rooms.

“And St. Thomas,” she added. “And St. Maarten’s. Oh, I’m so excited.” Somehow, despite barely looking at the map, Faye had found their rooms. That’s how she seemed to navigate life—despite seeming to be carefree, she always had everything under control. “Here we are.”

Pushing the door open, Austin was surprised to see how spacious their room aboard the Princess of Adventure was. He’d never been on a cruise before, but he was half expecting bunks and a small porthole for a window. Instead, they had a nice, queen-sized bed, a sitting area, and a balcony that looked out on the ocean.

“Wow, this is amazing,” he said. Their bags were already set neatly against the wall, where the porter had delivered them earlier. Faye went to hers as Austin slid open the balcony doors. The ocean air greeted him as he stepped out and took it all in. Miami was already in the distance to his right, a seam of jagged land.

No going back now. Not that he really had much of an option before. Faye had decided that they were going to do this cruise, and once she set her mind to something, there was very little Austin could do to change it.

Like how they’d moved to her own hometown of Philadelphia. Or how she’d insisted on paying for an interior designer when they’d moved into their new home. Or how she helped him with his wardrobe.

Or how they’d gotten into hotwifing.

Now here they were, aboard a cruise designed specifically for wives to fuck other men.

Despite all of his reservations, he couldn’t help feel the ripple of excitement up his spine at the thought. There was no doubt that he got excited by all of this. He could almost hear Faye’s moans on the ocean breeze, the sound of her getting plowed by her latest stud, until he realized that it was quite likely a neighbor actually getting plowed at that very moment.

“Mmm, see? Someone’s already getting started,” Faye said, interrupting his thoughts as she came up behind him. Her tanned arms wrapped around him from behind, one tracing his broad chest, the other moving down between his legs. “I wonder if she’s getting it from hubby, or someone new.”

Austin’s cock jumped as she fondled him, her lips leaving goosebumps where they kissed his neck. He came alive, turning his head to meet her lips with his own. Only she pulled back, a cruel smile dancing on her beautiful face.

“Now who’s eager?” she asked, raising a brow.

“You’ve been denying me since before Christmas.” 

As she stepped back, he realized that she’d changed into her bikini. She looked amazing—all long lean limbs, tanned skin, subtle curves. Her string bikini was a new one that he didn’t recognize, off-white with a gold chain at her hips and around her neck. The cut accentuated her breasts, and when she turned to head towards the door, he realized that the back plunged between her cheeks.

“Then a few more hours won’t kill you,” she said.

He stared at her. Faye was flashy and confident, but that bikini was a lot, even for her. “You’re going to go out dressed like that?”

“No, silly,” she said, plucking a short sarong and tying it around her waist. It barely touched the tops of her thighs, and was mostly see-through. Anyone looking would see the thong. “I’ll wear this, too. Now hurry up and get ready. I’ll be on the pool at the top of the ship, and you won’t want to miss any of the action.”

***

“Oh my… ohhhh yesss…” Cassandra ran her fingers through her lush, golden locks as she writhed on the bed. “That feels… sooooo fucking good.”

She was on her back, naked, as Marshall feasted on her moist sex. His tongue swirled and danced across her clit, wet and warm slashes of pure pleasure, as he drove two fingers in and out of her. As good as it all felt, it was the way he looked up at her, the way their eyes met over the curves of her body, that electrified the moment.

Marshall pulled his mouth away but kept working his fingers inside of her. “Talk dirty for me, baby.”

“Fuck me with your mouth.” Her words spilled out easily—both with practice, and with how close she was to the edge. “Eat me, honey. Put your lips back on my smooth mound and make me come.”

She could practically see his pupils dilate at the naughty words. Once, that had been hard. Once, she’d been so timid. Now—

“I love how good your mouth feels on my waxed cunt.”

Her husband sucked in air like a bull ready to charge, dropping back down onto her, redoubling his efforts. She arched back, filling her hands with her large breasts, teasing her nipples as she inched closer and closer to sweet release.

Cassandra was close. She was so close. She could feel her orgasm as surely as she could feel the sea breeze roll across her sweat-slick skin. It was there. It was right there—

“No!” she cried as Marshall pulled away.

“No, indeed.” He shook his head at her, grinning ruefully. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work, Cassie.”

“Please, Marshall, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”

He lifted a brow at the offer, and for a second, Cassandra hoped that he’d take her up on it. But in the end, he shook his head. “You’ll do anything regardless.” Bending down, he gave her one last kiss on the top of her waxed mound. She shuddered. “But I think it would be more exciting if you were thoroughly edged.”

Cassandra flopped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, sighing in frustration. “That’s not nice.”

“Get dressed. I’ll buy you a drink to make it up to you.”

“The drinks are free here.”

“Then I’ll find you a big, hard stunt cock to take care of you.”

“I’d rather have your cock,” she said, trying one last time.

But Marshall wasn’t having it. He stood back and rolled his shoulders back. She peeked over at him, admiring his lean muscles and the bit of gray in his chest hair. Despite pushing sixty, Marshall was fitter than most of the husbands she’d seen board the Princess of Adventure. He liked it that way. He’d told her that he was a stag amongst cucks, and he had the money and the free time to maintain his strong physique.

“And I’d rather you bounce on a young stud,” he said, walking across the room, confidently naked. She admired his rear before sighing and sitting up. “And don’t you think it’ll be fun to get out there and show off your newest enhancements?”

She looked down at her breasts. Even after six months, she was still getting used to her boob job. The surgeon had done an amazing job, and despite going from a full B cup to double Ds, they looked real. Or at least as real as a pair this large could look on someone her size. Still, after spending the last 35 years of her life at one size, it was a change.

Marshall started getting dressed, slipping into a Tommy Bahama shirt and a pair of white khakis. He looked good, and she looked good on his arm. Sometimes, she felt like that’s what her life had been reduced to. Not that she hated it. It’s just… different.

She stretched on the bed—a king, and one of the few cabins large enough to sport the bed—and enjoyed the way Marshall’s eyes tracked over to her as she did. Hopping off the bed, she padded barefoot over to her closet, where she’d unpacked and organized her things already. “Did you bring me onto this cruise just to show me off?”

“And to get you fucked,” he said, his eyes fixed on her naked backside.

Cassandra smirked at him over her shoulder before stepping into a sheer, white thong. She was a trophy wife, and had long since stopped fooling herself on that front. Not with the personal dietitian, the trainers, the stylists. Not with the expensive dresses that she only wore once, for a few hours, as they attended some important function or another.

When she was younger, she never dreamed that this was what she’d become, but now, she couldn’t imagine another life. Some accused her of marrying him for his money, but they were wrong. She’d fallen in love with him before the success, before the IPO. She loved his confidence, his charm, and his… dominance.

“Wear the Coco Chanel,” he said, watching her as she searched the rack of designer dresses that they’d brought. “It’ll really compliment your… eyes.”

Cassandra knew the one, pulling it off the rack. Off-white with red and orange flowers, it had an extremely low neckline. She reached for a bra that matched the thong, and would help emphasize what she knew Marshall wanted emphasized.

The effect was devastating. Her tits looked huge. She was used to being arm candy, but this was over-the-top. Marshall stepped up beside her, putting an arm around her waist. “I look…”

“Fucking delicious,” Marshall said, helping her finish her sentence. His eyes were where every man’s would be, zeroed in on her deep cleavage. “Fucking… irresistible.”

“It’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“That’s the point. We’re on a sex cruise, Cassie. Everything about this is over-the-top. Did you know that there’s a group of men here who are part of a club called ‘long’?”

“Long?”

“L. O. N. G. The League of Nine-inch Gentlemen.” He chuckled. “A club so exclusive that even I can’t gain membership.”

“That sounds… painful.”

He laughed, thinking that she was making a joke. “Don’t tell me you’re not curious.”

Cassandra wasn’t. She enjoyed a big dick, but that was beyond big. Still, she’d learned the art of turning these doubts into foreplay. “So is that your fantasy, Marsh?” She turned into him, pressing her body to his. “Want to watch me get taken by some huge cock?”

The whole lifestyle was more Marshall’s thing than hers, but it did have its perks.

She felt his fingers slide down her backside before he could stop himself. Then he backed off with a chuckle. “You’re doing it again, Cassie. And this time, I may need to punish you.”

“Your fault,” she said, kissing him chastely on the lips. “You made me this way.”

She spun away from him and slipped into a pair of cork-heeled sandals, hearing all the different ways to interpret that last statement. Fine, she thought, if he wants a hotwife, I’ll give him a hotwife.

Chapter 2 should be out Friday!