Overboard: Swingers Second Chance Contemporary Romance Novel

by Moore,Mia

  “Claire! What kind of man do you think I am? I’m that easy?” His hand tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear as he sat looking at her.

  “I know what kind of a man you are. Horny as I am.” She smiled when he swept his door open and almost ran around the front of the car to get hers. Oh yeah. She called that one right. Dancing so close to him all evening along with the wine had made her panties wet.

  He opened the door and held out his hand to help her from the car. As she stood, her foot slipped on a small patch of ice, and his arms were around her holding her upright. She looked into his green eyes, suddenly sober. When he leaned in to kiss her, her lips parted and she kissed back, a long, passionate, deep throat kind of kiss, their breath fast and mingling. Oh God, it was not only her mouth responding. There was a pleasant ache between her legs.

  Barry held her hand on the way up the steps and waited for her to find the house key. She fumbled a few times with the lock before he took it from her and opened the door. For a nanosecond, she half expected him to carry her over the threshold when he pushed the door open. Instead he followed her in and hung up the coats.

  They stood for a moment facing each other, silently. She’d given him plenty of come-on signals all evening, now it was his turn.

  “Would you like me to make you a coffee? I know I could use one.”

  Her stomach fell. Of all the things to say, this wasn’t what she’d been expecting (hoping for?). Well, she had wanted him to woo her, treat her like a lady, with respect and now she was getting it.

  “If you still remember where the kitchen is.”

  “How could I forget? I’ve dreamed of that kitchen and you since I moved out.” He put his arm around her waist, hugging her close, walking to the kitchen. “C’mon. Still double sugar and cream or are you counting calories? You look like you’ve lost weight in that dress.”

  “Thanks but just the opposite.”

  “Me too.” He pulled her even closer and kissed her head. When they were inside, he pulled a chair out for her and held her hand as she sat. God, he was being so nice. She watched him take the coffee can down from the cabinet and start the coffee.

  “I wonder how Abby and Glen are making out? A cruise. What a romantic vacation for them.” She watched him turn to face her, the coffee pot full of cold water in his hand.

  “It should be. I booked it. You know Glen’s useless when it comes to computers.” He was grinning ear to ear.

  “You booked it? What cruise line? How much did it cost?” Her mouth dropped open, staring at him.

  “Get your laptop and I’ll show you the site. Y’know, I wish we had taken a cruise when we were together--a second honeymoon kind of thing.” He had turned back to pouring the water into the coffee maker.

  She got up and went to the living room to get her laptop. This was incredible, Barry giving Glen help in the romance department. Although he’d been quite a gentleman tonight. Very complimentary and caring. She sat down at the kitchen table and fired the laptop up.

  As her fingers punched in her password, Barry moved to stand behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. It felt good--this casual and familiar gesture.

  “Type in Cruise Control dot com. That’s the site.” Now his lips were close to her ear as he bent to see the screen. A shudder at his warm breath skittered up her spine.

  “There it is!” He reached over her shoulder and pointed at one of the packages.

  Claire blinked and looked again. THAT was the cruise? An ‘Adult Lifestyle’ cruise? She’d heard the term Lifestyle and knew what it meant.

  “BARRY! You booked Glen and Abby on a Swinger Cruise!”

  Chapter 27

  Glen lay in the tangled sheets with one arm tucked behind and supporting his head. The hand at his side wandered to his crotch. Oh God, Private Pecker was tender from all the lovemaking or as Abby now called it, ‘glorious fucking’, they’d done all night. There was no doubt about it, the sex was better than they’d had in years.

  The sex was… different now. He was more Neanderthal, and Abby’d turned slutty in the bedroom, talking dirty, and a lot less inhibited. He lifted the sheet to see his soldier standing at attention. Oh my God, again? No way. He and Abby were going to have to go AWOL on Private Pecker for awhile or there’d be no skin left on him.

  There was a tap at the door and a muffled ‘Room Service’.

  “Come in.” Glen tucked the sheet, hiding Private Pecker.

  “Your breakfast, Sir.” A dark haired, clean cut young man entered the room.

  “Thank you. Dinner last night was great, by the way. One question…guests wear clothes in the restaurants right?” He sat up carefully in the large bed, and glanced at the steward.

  “Yes. That’s a health and safety rule. You’ve heard the phrase ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service.’ It’s the same thing on board ship.” The steward picked up the used tray and was about to leave.

  “Wait. What’s your name? I’d like to give you a tip or something.” Glen reached for his wallet on the night stand.

  “I’m Christos. Your wife and I spoke the other day.” He hesitated and smiled at Glen.

  “Oh in that case, I definitely want to give you a tip!” Glen pulled a ten dollar bill from his wallet and extended it to Christos.

  “Sorry sir. But gratuities are left at the end of the cruise. But thanks anyway.” The young man balanced the heavy tray from their dinner the night before in one hand and opened the door to leave.

  The sound of the shower stopped and a few minutes later Abby emerged wearing a towel. “Mmmm. Something smells good.” She took a few steps to the dresser where the breakfast tray was set out. “Breakfast and a hot man in bed. Now that’s a combination, I like.”

  She brought the tray to the bed and set it between them.

  Glen reached for a coffee cup and poured some from the carafe. “Abby, your hot man’s got some friction burns today. Maybe we want to give the little guy some time to recover.”

  “Oh. I’m a tad tender myself but I’m not complaining. I think I may have a solution.” She grinned at him and bit into the warm, buttery croissant.

  Abby’s head and his little head were on the same page from the way she was looking at him and the swelling of Private Pecker. “What’s that?”

  “Lubrication! I just happen to have packed some. And…” She rose from the bed and grabbed her purse, digging inside it with her hand. With a flourish, she threw neat little packages of Trojan condoms on the bed.

  “Condoms? You brought condoms? We haven’t used them since we were teenagers.” His mouth pulled to the side. Why on earth would she want to put a raincoat on him?

  “No. There’s a tray of them at the end of the corridor. They were free. You know that’s my favorite word after sex, so I grabbed some. For Peter! But we can use them.” She flopped onto the bed next to him, almost spilling his coffee.

  “For Peter? Isn’t that my department with him? How’s that going to help me?” He took a bite of the eggs Benedict.

  “Well…I read something in Cosmo once that said lubricating the inside of the condom is supposed to be really intense, especially after a weekend of sex. I say we give it a whirl.”

  Glen drew the sheet off his crotch and legs. “Well, I guess here’s your answer.” His cock was now standing at attention, ready for anything she could throw at him.

  She downed her orange juice and picked up the tray to set it on the dresser. In the process the towel slipped from her body, revealing her dark button nipples, a small tummy and the smooth V between her legs. Oh yeah, he was really ready for the condom demo now.

  He watched her open her suitcase and take some sort of tube of gel from it. Smiling at him she sat on the edge of the bed and opened it, squeezing a small amount into the palm of her hands.

  Oh my God, when she touched him with her slippery warm hands, it was heaven. His eyes closed slowly and his hips arched up, allowing her hands full access to his cock, which was healed suddenly. Praise Jeeezaa
as! When she stopped, he opened his eyes to watch her remove the wrapper from the condom.

  She placed the sheath on top of his glistening shaft and rolled it slowly down. When that was done, she lowered her body on his, straddling his waist with her knees. She squeezed the tube again until a generous helping shot out to the fingers of her other hand.

  She placed the lubrication on herself, fingers circling her clit and then down to her opening. It was porn movie hot. The look of lust in her eyes was making him crazy. His hands went to her hips and pulled her down, his cock sliding into her like greased lightning.

  She rocked her hips, circling and pulling at his shaft. “How does the condom feel? Are you still sore? Do you want to keep fucking me?” Her hands went to her breasts, pinching her nipples.

  Oh my God! When she said those words, he’d almost come. He thrust upward, hard into her. “I’m going to fuck you, like this!” He thrust up hard again. “And this.” Another thrust. “You’re need my cock don’t you?

  “Ohhhh yeeees!” He voice went soft, husky, almost pleading. “Please… harder.” The muscles of her inner walls contracted on him as she bit her lower lip, riding his cock for all she was worth, while fingering her clit.

  “That’s it. Play with yourself while I fuck you. Show me how much you like it.” His fingers dug into the smooth flesh of her hips, lifting her up and down on his shaft.

  Her eyes locked with his. “That’s right… I need it. Harder.”

  Those words shoved him over the edge. “FUCK, I’M COMING!” He drove deep inside her, his cock convulsing, again and again.

  When he opened his eyes Abby’s body was thrusting down on him in short jerks, fingers still moving on her clit, enjoying her own orgasm. It was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen, Abby lost in pleasure he’d given her.

  “Oh Glen. Let’s stay here all day and fuck like minx. Oh my God, that was good.” She collapsed, falling forward to kiss his lips, chin, neck...

  His hands went around her holding her tight to him. “That was wicked good. And the dirty talk. I like it. The dirtier the better.”

  “You know what I’d like to try next.” Her lips brushed the folds of his ear. A shiver went through him from her breath.

  “What?” His penis slipped out of her slippery sweet spot.

  “Ohhh….maybe I shouldn’t tell you. You’ll think I’m awful.” She slipped to the side and played with the dark hair on his broad chest.

  “No I won’t. Tell me.” His hand covered hers and held it firmly.

  She snuggled into his neck, her lips brushing his earlobes, her breath warn and soft and whispered.

  His head drew back and he looked at her. He couldn’t believe what she’d just said.

  “YOU like watching porn, don’t you?” Her voice was low and soft.

  “Yeah, they’re okay. Most guys do, you know.” He held his breath.

  “Let’s watch some together. Do you think we can get dirty movies on that TV?”

  He rolled over and looked into her eyes. Was she serious? Wow. He never thought he’d see the day when she wanted to watch porn. Her eyes were half closed, twinkling above an impish smile. Oh yeah.

  “We’ll soon see.” He rose and in a few steps, he grabbed the remote, turning the TV on. Oops. The condom had slipped down and threatened to fall on the carpet. He pulled it off his almost fully erect cock and flicked it into the garbage.

  After scanning through five or six programs, mostly News, he found what he was looking for and hopped back into bed

  “Would you like to finish breakfast Abby?”

  No response.

  Oh well, he was hungry and he’d need the energy. He picked up the tray and sat down on the bed, placing it on his knees. He finished the cold eggs and coffee watching the action on the television. Abby hadn’t said a word and her eyes were like marbles in her head. He set the tray on the floor and snuggled closer to her, his hand straying to play with her nipple as they watched silently.

  Now her hand was on him once more, stroking him to life. Oh my God, the scenes on the TV were really sexy. His hand drifted between Abby’s legs and his fingers found her clit, hard once again. It was wonderful and so decadent to be lying with the woman he adored, each of them playing with the other while watching porn.

  They stayed like that for a few minutes, getting more and more worked up

  The afternoon sun was low on the horizon when they left their cabin.

  ***

  “People on this ship are going to think we’re vampires …only going out at night.” Abby fastened her earring, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She’d had second thoughts on buying this dress. It was so short and tight. Now, after spending the day in bed, having wild monkey sex, it was appropriate.

  Still, with her complexion, the red was complimentary. The sequined fabric was mid-thigh, short without giving away too much, a good length for a woman her age. Okay, maybe a little short but, she was on vacation. What the hell, live a little. And the tightness around her midriff made her boobs look bigger.

  Glen’s face, lips drawn back to expose his teeth, popped into the mirror before she felt a gentle bite on her neck. “Vampire isss gute.” She wiggled away from the breath and lips ticking her neck.

  “Hey! That dress is new isn’t it? I like it.” His fingers trailed along the low scoop of the neckline and then to her generous cleavage.

  She turned to face him. “You’re looking pretty sexy as well. That shirt really hugs your body. Rrowlll.”

  “Maybe if there’s a full moon we’ll go dancing on deck, whaddayasay’?” He took her hand and led the way out of the cabin.

  If anyone back home saw her dressed like this, she’d die of embarrassment. But, they didn’t know anyone here. She followed behind him up the corridor to the stairs.

  Music could be heard from the deck above and the smell of BBQ’d meat. After all the sex and just a light breakfast and lunch, Abby’s mouth was watering. “Follow our noses.”

  They walked up another two flights of stairs and stopped. In the twilight, the ship was ablaze with colored lights from the bars and restaurants. One, with a flashing neon sign, showing a bull, caught her attention. RED MEAT. Yes.

  The dining area was larger than she would have thought as they entered and found a table. There was a stage and band playing. Great. Maybe there’d be a dinner show and dancing after. The restaurant was half full with people laughing and talking, having a good time.

  Oh my God. Compared to some of the other dresses, hers was demure. Some of the women’s tight fitting dresses barely covered their asses and forget about the fronts. How did they manage to keep their boobs from slipping out when the neckline ends at their navel? And she’d thought she was being daring! Maybe she’d have to pay a visit to one of the ship’s boutiques.

  A waiter with bedroom eyes appeared and took their drink order. What was it with the staff? Was it a requirement that you had to be drop dead gorgeous to work here? Glen was also checking out the people who were filtering in to the dining room. Hmph. He was smiling and waving at the red head she’d found him with, in the bar. Her boobs looked like they were ready to bust out.

  When he turned to face her, Abby made a show of waving at the swarthy good looking guy she’d noticed earlier. So what if she hadn’t actually talked to him or knew his name? Glen didn’t know that.

  The band started playing and a portly announcer appeared on stage. “Good evening ladies and germs.”

  Oh no. Did he really say ‘germs’? This wasn’t promising.

  “I hope you’re all having a nekkid good time on the gem of the Atlantic-Bellstar. I don’t want to em-BARE-ASS anyone but, who got laid once today? C’mon, stand up.”

  Abby looked at Glen. Yeah, his mouth had dropped as well, at this odd ice-breaker. There was a loud rustle as couple after couple rose to their feet. The whole room was standing, even people who looked to be in their seventies! At Glen’s nod, they both rose. It would have been weird not to. T
he only people sitting?

  Their drinks arrived and Abby took a large swallow. There were waiters circulating carrying large trays of oysters. Good thing she liked oysters because there didn’t seem to be much choice of appetizers.

  “Wunderbar! Now, who had sex twice today?” The MC was beaming at the crowd.

  Abby looked around and noticed a few couples take their seat. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the older couples.

  “Okay. Now this will separate the men from the boys. Who had sex three times today?”

  Abby looked at Glen. He was grinning, looking around the room at all of the people who were taking their seats. About a quarter of the people in the room were still standing. She touched Glen’s arm and shot him a look, suddenly self conscious.

  Nope. He was still proudly standing and holding her hand on his arm to prevent her from sitting.

  “Okay we got the men now. Let’s move to the rabbit category. Who had sex four times today?”

  Oh my God, this was almost embarrassing. There were only three couples still standing. The red head and her husband, the swarthy guy and his wife and her and Glen! Surely the MC would stop at four.

  “Wow! I want to get next to you couples later! What are your names?” He left the stage and approached the red head and her husband, shoving the mike in their faces.

  “I’m Sherri and this is my husband Richard.” Her face was almost as red as her hair but Richard was wearing the same smile as Glen.

  “Sherri, I’m surprised you can even walk! Can’t wait to see you dance later!” The MC eased away and approached the swarthy guy.

  “I’m Jean-Guy. This lovely lady is Ginette, my wife. And she doesn’t have a hard time walking. Lubrication man!” The crowd laughed, some doing fist pumping.

  Holy hell! Talk about getting personal. Oh my God, we’re next! A nuclear powered blush started at her bellybutton and shot to her ears in a split second.

  “I’m Glen and this is my wife Abby. I’m with Jean-Guy. Lubrication helps.”