Overboard: Swingers Second Chance Contemporary Romance Novel

by Moore,Mia

  His eyebrows knitted for a moment and he grinned. “You’re a bad girl and I like it when you’re bad.” He hustled to catch up with her. “Abby. Here it is. You went right by it.” He tried the door, smiling when it opened smoothly.

  Abby took a step and slid in before him, taking care to step over the threshold.

  “Oh Glen! It’s beautiful. Just like the rest of the ship. Well, at least what we saw on the way down.”

  A queen sized bed with a red comforter and towels shaped into a bunny rabbit welcomed them. The matching drapes were pulled shut making the room a little dim. Abby rushed to the window and opened them with a flourish and peeked outside. “Glen! Look at this view! We have an outside cabin overlooking the ocean!”

  Glen had set the bags on the bed and was walking into the bathroom to check it out. My God. Everything was spotless with much more room than he’d have guessed. Even the shower was big enough to accommodate his height. He turned on the tap. Good pressure.

  When he returned to the main bedroom area, Abby was putting the toiletries from her bag, on top of the small dresser. She turned and ran to him, jumping at the last minute to throw her arms around his neck.

  He took a step back, catching his balance and put his arms around her body, swaying her feet from side to side.

  “I love you! Thanks for booking this trip!” Her lips were on his, kissing him deeply. For a moment it was like they were teenagers again, their arms around each other holding on for dear life, lost in the kiss.

  Her leg scooped around his, pulling her body in tight and rubbing her pelvis against his. The round firmness of her pubic bone pressing against his groin was nice. How much time did they have? No, when they did it, they were going to take their time, no rushing. But this waiting until later was making him harder, wanting her more.

  She pulled back from the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Didn’t you say you were hungry?” Once more she kissed him, but this time her tongue traced a trail over his lips, letting him know what she wanted.

  Oh God, he wanted it too! So what if they were late for the Lifeboat drill. He was drowning in a sea of lust and didn’t want a lifeboat. He held her while he took a couple of steps to the bed, setting her down gently. She was wearing a skirt which simplified things. His hands pushed at her shoulders but she shook her head. Her eyes were almost closed when she looked up at him, her tongue now rolling over her own lips. “I’m hungry too.”

  Her fingers worked slowly, undoing the buckle on his pants. She tilted her head and looked at his crotch still licking her lips. There was a snick of the zipper and her hands on him, freeing him from the cotton prison.

  Oh God, her tongue on the tip of his shaft was good, licking the tip, slowly. His hands cupped her head when her mouth opened wider to take him deep inside. Her fingers stretched inside his shorts to cup and massage his balls while her other hand kept tandem with her mouth, massaging him. His breath hitched in his throat when she took all of him inside. Holy mother of God, this was good. If she kept this up he’d be blowing a load soon. And it’d been so long since this had happened, he didn’t care.

  There was a soft tap at the door and it opened immediately. He jumped pulling away from her mouth while zipping up. What the hell? He turned and there was Carl the Weasel! He blinked twice.

  “I’m sorry Sir, to disturb you. I have your luggage.” The man’s lips were twitching as he looked everywhere but at Glen.

  It wasn’t Carl, but the guy was a dead ringer for him. Christ! Couldn’t he even go on vacation without that bastard showing up one way or another, interrupting and killing the best blowjob he’d had in months, if not years?

  The steward set the bags down and backed out of the room.

  Abby’s fingers were on his hip, pulling him back to her. “Now where were we, before we were interrupted?”

  He turned to her, looking down into her upturned face, still wearing that sexy smile. But it was no use. The moment was gone, along with his erection. Even her fingers once more holding his limp noodle weren’t helping.

  “Glen? What’s wrong? Don’t be embarrassed by that guy. I’m sure he’s seen much more than a guy getting head.” She wasn’t giving up easily. Her hand held his penis, trying to massage some life back into the dead soldier.

  “It IS that guy. He could be my boss’s brother; he looks so much like him. And the one person I don’t want to think about on this cruise is that cocksucker Carl.” He paused for a second. “Oh, sorry Abby. I shouldn’t say words like that in front of you.” He pulled back from her hand and zipped up his pants.

  “Why not? I’m your wife, not some lady at church. You can say that word, especially here and especially considering what we were doing when he barged in.” She giggled and put her fingers to her lips. “Actually, I AM a cock sucker. And I love sucking yours.”

  His eyes bulged. He could feel them almost on his cheeks. Peter was right. Abby had changed. Never before had he heard her say cocksucker. And now she says it here? In the right context? She was being a bad girl and…he liked it. There was a small stir in his groin. Maybe all was not lost.

  ***

  Abby stood next to Glen amid the throng of people listening to the pretty steward explain the lifeboat path and drill if there was an emergency at sea. It was a drone in her ears. If there was an emergency, Glen would look after her. Besides they hadn’t even left the dock.

  She tugged on Glen’s arm. When he looked down at her, she whispered. “I’ve got to go to the ladies room. Cover me so the steward doesn’t see me leave.”

  When he moved in front of her to shelter her, she slipped away and down the stairs. Now where was the maitre‘d or manager or whatever they called those guys on a ship?

  She walked by the Olympic sized pool. There was no one out yet except a few people who were standing at the railing, watching the ship depart from the dock. She held her breath walking by the many flashy restaurants, and bars. This place was amazing and this was only one deck! There were still three decks above her.

  A handsome young man in the white garb of a crewmember was walking toward her.

  “Excuse me.” She held out her hand before he could pass.

  “Yes Madam? What can I do for you?” He smiled, flashing straight white teeth in a tanned face.

  “I would like to make sure that the steward who delivered our luggage to our room no longer serves us.”

  His head jerked back and he looked at her with concern. “Is there a problem? What cabin are you in?”

  “We’re in C473, Atlantic deck. He didn’t do anything wrong but he looks like someone we know.” Her words tumbled out of her mouth. Even to her ears, it sounded weird. “A bad person. If he keeps serving us, I’m afraid it will interfere with our enjoyment. I’m sorry to ask this, but is it possible?” She exhaled loudly through pursed lips, blowing the tendrils of her blonde hair up from her forehead.

  “Your pleasure is our prime objective. I will look into this and make sure your steward is changed. Is there anything else?” He was now smiling.

  “No that’s it. Thanks so much. What’s your name?” His blue eyes were almost an aqua, the color of the sea.

  “Christos. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll see about your problem.” He put two fingers to the tip of his hat in a small salute and was gone. Wow! That was easy and such service!

  She walked back to where the emergency lesson was finishing up, to stand next to Glen. She twisted her fingers into his and squeezed. He looked down at her, smiling, but with questions in his eyes.

  “That little problem with the steward earlier…I took care of it. A new steward is being assigned.” She reached up and kissed his cheek. The look of surprise and relief was written all over his face. Yes, she could look after her man too.

  A half hour had passed and the Caribbean sun was now hot on their tender, northern skin. They turned to follow the crowd down the steps and away from the lifeboats. A warm breeze drifted upwards cooling the dampness on their foreheads as
they stood at the top of the stairs.

  “What’s clothing optional mean?” she asked Glen. She pointed at the sign that said ‘Clothing Optional Swimming Pool’.

  “Oh… I guess you can go to the pool area in street clothes?”

  “Oh.” It didn’t make a whole lot of sense. Who would wear clothes at a swimming pool? Maybe there’re some real prudes on this boat who complained or something? Maybe it’s a Caribbean thing…

  “Mmmm. That feels wonderful.” She placed her hand on Glen’s arm and looked at him. Why had he stopped? He looked like he’d seen a ghost. Not that steward again… He raised his hand and pointed.

  She turned to see what had captured his attention. Her jaw dropped and it was now HER eyes bulging, resting on her cheeks. “WHAT THE FUCK!”

  Chapter 23

  Below them, a sea of flesh—bare flesh—met their eyes. Naked women and men were in lounge chairs, cavorting in the pool and even standing at a few bars ordering drinks. Not even topless. No, this bunch was completely starkers.

  “Glen…” No reply.

  “Hey Buddy! You’re holding up the line!” Glen’s head swiveled around to see the redhead from earlier and her husband standing behind them. He grabbed Abby’s arm and pulled her away from the stairs.

  “Glen?” Her blue eyes flashed up at him as she stumbled along beside him to the railing.

  Still no reply. He was still staring down at the crowd below, his jaw hanging open.

  “GLEN!” He turned to Abby, wide eyes, his mouth closing slowly, and looked back down below deck.

  “Glen, what kind of cruise did you book?” Abby’s voice was flat. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from a woman stretched out face up while her husband, massaged suntan lotion onto her breasts.

  Behind her was Miami, steadily receding. Oh my God, there was no going back.

  Without looking at her Glen said, “Barry booked it on the computer?”

  Abby’s eyes were slits watching him. And all those naked people, naked women! What the hell had he done?

  Abby’s hand flew to her head, grasping handfuls of her golden hair in her fists. “You let that MORON book our romantic cruise?”

  “It said it was an ‘Adults Only’ cruise! Just couples! I thought they meant no kids! Honestly Abby, I swear I didn’t know and Barry’d had a few…I’m SORRY.”

  “We’re spending five days with a bunch of NAKED STRANGERS? Sunbathing….maybe I can handle that. But dinner or dancing in the bar? NO WAY! Where do I look when I talk to them? I’m going to have to wear sunglasses ALL the time!”

  The shock on her face morphed into suspicion. She dropped her hands from her hair and began poking Glen in the chest. “And if you THINK for one FUCKING second, I’M GETTING NAKED,” the vein in Abby’s forehead began to pulse. “you got another think coming!”

  He waved his hands in surrender. “Absolutely not! I didn’t know! Look, there’s got to be places on a ship this big where we can be by ourselves, right? We can have our meals in our cabin. Just pretend it’s just the two of us.” He tried to smile, but it felt plastic to him.

  She stood there with her fists on her waist, shaking her head. “Nudists! You got me on a nudist cruise!” The vein was still pulsing.

  “I think the correct term is naturalist, actually.” He ducked, barely missing the hand that she tried to slap him with.

  “Well excuuuuse me! I stand corrected.” This time her hands were a whirling dervish of slaps on his chest.

  “Abby, it’ll be all right. We’ll get through this and laugh about it afterwards. I promise.” He placed his arms around her and drew her close to avoid any more swats.

  “GET THROUGH IT? THIS was supposed to be a romantic cruise, a vacation and you want to GET THROUGH this? So help me God, I’m going to kill Barry when I get back.”

  Glen stroked her back, while peering at the redhead who had made it down to the bar below. Oh Christ! He watched as she grasped the hem of her thin dress and with one fluid motion pulled it over her head. Oh God… Her boobs pointed right out, with chocolate brown nipples. And she was completely, totally, bare in her crotch! His eyes flitted across the crowd for a second and it dawned on him that most of the people down there, even the guys, were clean shaven down there too!

  Uh oh… Private Pecker just got the message. He eased back from Abby.

  “Honey?” He kissed the top of her head. How the hell was he going to be able to walk by that naked fiesta to get back to his cabin?

  “What?”

  “I need you to walk in front of me when we go by the pool. I mean, close in front.”

  The arms once more flailed at his shoulders when she pushed away. “Oh really! All those naked women are turning you on! You and Barry cooked this up, didn’t you! Watching all that porn! Well tough luck buster! You walk the plank, ALONE!” She turned and sped down the stairs leading to the lower deck.

  Abby wants to kill Barry? Well, she’s going to have to stand in line.

  Oh shit. He took a few steps and looked down on the scene below him. The redhead had stretched out face down on a lounge chair and her ass was every bit as perfect as her breasts had been. Next to her, the husband was stretched out holding a magazine, reading. READING! And from the limp noodle resting against his leg, this whole naked scene was no big deal.

  Easy for him, but not for a guy who’d just got some head! That asshole steward HAD to show up to ruin it. And now he’s got to parade by all these nudists and act nonchalant—especially with that redhead laying there--with this bulge in his crotch.

  And Abby’s too pissed to finish what she started earlier. FUCK!

  Like an Olympic sprinter, Glen raced down the stairs and across the deck, eyes lowered, checking out the geometric patterns of the carpeting on the floor. A bar, yay! A dark bar, where he could sit in the back and figure this out.

  ***

  Three stiff drinks later, things didn’t look so bad. Besides, no one could see his eyes. Not with sunglasses on. He could look wherever he wanted and who’d be the wiser?

  He stood up and wandered to the bar, raising two fingers signaling the bartender for a couple more. He placed his elbows on the smooth surface and waited, glancing to the open doorway to see what was happening outside. Thank you Jim Beam, for the liquid courage.

  He’d get a drink to go and bring it to Abby. Maybe convince her to come up for a drink and get used to all this. After all, it was only naked bodies and the body was a perfect temple, wasn’t it? That was even in the Bible. Speaking of the Bible, he could sure use some help here, God.

  The sound of something shattering right behind him made him jump. He jerked around and saw at his feet, a broken vase.

  And a scattering of yellow roses.

  He looked up, and there was the redhead, weaving slightly, and totally naked.

  “Sorry, my bad,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

  He looked up at the ceiling. First at the hospital, and now here? What the hell are you trying to tell me? This your idea of a joke? You make things better and put us on a Nudist cruise?

  A steward rushed to clean up the mess and the woman made her way to the bar, right next to him.

  “Hi. I’m Sherri.” She stopped only inches away, facing him and leaned one arm on the bar. Holy mother of God, she was stacked. He focused on her face. She was friendly, with a nice smile.

  “Pleased to meet you. I’m Glen.” He extended his hand to shake hers.

  Chapter 24

  Abby walked by the sun worshippers at the pool, facing straight ahead, but her eyes behind the sunglasses took everything in. People in the pool were playing volleyball, jumping to spike the ball and laughing when it went astray hitting the deck. The sun cast diamonds on the wet skin of their shoulders, arms and chests.

  A swarthy man sitting next to a black woman with perfectly rounded buttocks was looking at her. Or maybe he was checking out women behind HIS dark glasses. At any rate, he was pretty sexy with the dark hair on his chest and perfec
t body. Oh my God. What was she thinking?

  She ducked into the entranceway leading to her room. Everyone out there, buck naked, seemed so relaxed, actually having a good time. She probably could sunbathe with them but she’d have to wear a bathing suit. Would they look at her like she was a freak? Some kind of prude or something?

  Inside, the cabin was cool on her hot skin. She exhaled loudly as she bent to check out the mini bar. Good. Well stocked with small bottles of wine and liquor. She uncapped a bottle of white wine and flopped down onto the soft surface of the bed. After draining half the bottle, she giggled. How was Glen making out walking by all those naked women? Serves him right, booking this ridiculous cruise.

  There had been a real assortment of people around the pool. Not all were buff and stunning. There were lots of people who could have used more time in the gym, and so many were her age. That was a surprise. And forget about the ones in their fifties and sixties! I guess it’s a lifestyle choice. Fine for them, but not for her or Glen.

  She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt, fanning it in and out to cool down, before tossing it onto the bed. The waistband of her skirt was damp as her fingers pulled at the snap and slid the zipper down. She took a large swallow of wine, finishing it and setting the empty bottle on the dresser. Her refection in the mirror looked curiously at her.

  In her bra and panties, the results of the work-out session were clearly there—almost flat stomach and shapely legs. Her hands rose to unclasp the hooks of her bra, letting it fall over her firm arms to the floor. She had nice breasts, even if they weren’t as perky and high as they’d once been. What would it be like to walk around topless?

  There was a tingle between her legs.

  Oh no, she couldn’t do that. She’d be too self-conscious and besides, Glen would kill her. Still, the thought of doing it was kind of hot. She reached for another bottle of wine and sipped it, still eyeing herself in the mirror. One hand cupped her breast, lifting it slightly before her fingers closed on the nipple, tweaking it. Now, THAT felt nice.