Overboard: Swingers Second Chance Contemporary Romance Novel

by Moore,Mia

  “The question is…whose bed?” Glen followed his question with a laugh.

  “Glen, be quiet. There may be people trying to sleep.” She smiled when she saw a steward there to help her with her husband.

  “Hey Richard! You’re the best. We had a great time tonight. Wanna have a nightcap before we go to bed?” Glen attempted to turn around and almost fell down. Thank goodness the steward was fast.

  “No Glen. It was a wonderful evening but it’s over. You two need to go to bed.” Again, Sherri answered him.

  “Okay.” Hiccup. “Maybe you’re right. See you guys in the mornin’. You two are the best.” The steward was now supporting Glen, edging forward slowly onto the deck.

  “We had fun with you today too, you ‘Sparky Couple’ you!”

  Abby looked at Sherri then Richard. He was weaving but at least Sherri didn’t have to carry him. “I guess these two started drinking too early and with all the wine at dinner, it hit them pretty hard. I’ll look for you at breakfast. The Chickin’n Grits place on the Baha deck. These two are going to need grease.”

  Sherri was smiling; her red hair shimmered in the lights from the ship. With her blue eyes and pale skin, she was beautiful. On impulse, Abby leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. What was up with that? Even with her best friend Claire, the most affectionate thing they’d ever done was hug. She could feel her face become warm and she started to look away.

  Sherri’s hand rose and touched her cheek stopping her. Her eyes opened wide when Sherri leaned towards her and kissed her lips, softly…and remained there for a few moments. Her tongue flicked over Abby’s lips for a second.

  Sherri smiled and her fingertips grazed Abby’s cheeks as she pulled her head back. “See you tomorrow.”

  Abby turned and rushed to Glen’s side, slipping her arm around his waist to help the steward get him to the cabin.

  Oh my God, Sherri had kissed her! Not a quick friendly peck either. No, it was gentle, almost sensuous. Hell no. It WAS sensuous. And she hadn’t wanted it to stop. Had Sherri sensed that she was curious to see what being with a woman would be like? Did she have gay-dar? Is she turning into a lesbian?

  Wait a minute. Just because she’d wondered about it, didn’t make her a lesbian. She was just curious that was all. And the kiss had been nice, different from a man’s lips, soft, like her own.

  She dislodged herself from Glen’s weight and unlocked the cabin door. The steward managed to pull him along and drop him onto the soft surface of the bed.

  “Thanks for your help. I don’t think I could have managed by myself.”

  “No problem Miss. This usually happens on shore leave.” He placed two fingers at the brim of his hat and left.

  Abby closed the door after him and turned to look at Glen. He was already snoring softly, mouth open and passed out. There’d be no hanky panky tonight but that was okay. They both needed a short break. She undressed and laid her clothes on the dresser. It was a good thing it was a sultry night. Glen was lying on the bed covers and there was no way she could move him.

  The day had been fun, from the shopping to the waves of brilliant pink on the flamingo reserve to an excellent dinner with waaay too much wine. Sherri and Richard were nice and had made the day fun. And to think they’d been in the lifestyle for eight years. If she’d met them in Black Rapids she would never have guessed in a million years.

  All day long she’d sensed that Sherri was attracted to her and now with that kiss…There was no doubt about it. What would happen tomorrow? She could pretend that it was nothing--just an act of simple affection after a great day together. But that would be a lie. She knew it and so would Sherri.

  Now, if Richard had kissed her goodnight the way that Sherri had, she’d know how to deal with that. She was in love with Glen and she’d tell him about it. That would probably be the end of them chumming around with Sherri and Richard.

  But it had been Sherri who’d kissed her. And she had liked it. She’d read once in Cosmo that all women had bi-sexual tendencies, that it was normal. Sherri was giving her an open invitation to explore this. But was she ready for that?

  A picture of Sherri’s gorgeous breasts and her bouncy behind flashed in Abby’s mind reliving the day with her. And she’d seen her naked, although from a distance. She had a pretty hot body. What would it be like to touch another woman’s breasts, to nibble on a hard nipple?

  She snuggled closer to her husband’s sleeping body. What would Glen say if he knew she was having these thoughts? She snorted. As if she didn’t know.

  Chapter 39

  Oh fuck. What had he done last night? One eye creaked open. Oow! The light contracted his pupil too quickly! His head was pounding. He sat up and eased his legs over the side of the bed. Easy. Just take it slow.

  With the care of a bomb specialist, he rose to his feet. Holding his head in his hands to keep it from exploding he wandered into the bathroom. He had an enormous whizz and colossal fart and turned his head to look in the mirror. Oh my God, he looked as bad as he felt.

  And he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday. The last thing he could remember was sitting in the restaurant eating dinner across from Sherri and Richard. Had anything happened after they got back to the ship? Did they have sex with them? Probably not. For sure he’d remember THAT.

  “How you feeling, big boy?” Abby stood in the doorway, wearing only a smile.

  “Like shit, thanks.” He turned to face her and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Why’d you let me drink so much? I didn’t do anything too stupid, did I?”

  “Me! Let you drink! As if I could stop you. And no, Richard was as bad as you were. We didn’t have sex with them if that’s what you’re getting at.”

  He slid his shirt off and undid his pants. “That’s good. He shot a look at her. “Isn’t it?’

  “I guess. But she kissed me goodnight Glen.”

  He slipped his pants off and turned the shower on. “Can you get me some aspirin, honey? My head’s poundin’.” The shower was as hot as he could stand it when he stepped in. He closed his eyes and let the spray hit his head full force, feeling some temporary relief.

  Her hand on his arm jarred him. He took the tablets and glass of water from her and downed everything in one swallow. God, the shower felt good. Maybe he’d be able to make it through the day.

  When he turned the water off, Abby handed a fresh towel to him. She was still naked and giving him some kind of look. If she was horny, she was going to have to wait a few minutes. At least until the aspirin kicked in. Sorry, honey, I have a headache!

  “Glen, did you hear what I said? Sherri kissed me.”

  He pulled the towel from his face and looked at her, brain cells now operational. “She kissed you? Like in French kiss?”

  “Not quite putting her tongue in my mouth but as close to that as you can get.” Her face looking at him was confused, lips drawn to the side, eyes wide.

  “What’d you do? Did you kiss her back?” He rubbed the towel across his chest and abdomen.

  “No. Well, I guess I may have. I didn’t stop her.” Now she was biting her lower lip.

  “Did you like it?” His voice was soft. Private Pecker had been eavesdropping, eager to hear her answer.

  “Promise you won’t think I’m a pervert?”

  “I KNOW you’re a pervert and I like it. The question was, did you like being kissed by a woman?” God, why did I drink so much? I missed seeing that. He flicked the towel to dry his back now.

  “I can see how much you like it.” She stepped forward and ran her finger over the tip of his penis. She brought the finger to her lips and licked it, running her tongue along the length.

  His hand dropped the towel and slipped between her legs, searching for the little nub of pleasure.

  “Tell me what it was like.” His finger rolled over her clit and she sighed, opening her legs wider.

  “It was nice. Her lips were soft. She kissed me for a few moments. I could feel her w
arm breath on my cheeks.” She grasped his penis again and stroked it slowly with her hand. God, this was hot.

  “Would you like her to kiss you again?” His voice was hoarse and his headache gone.

  He slipped a finger inside her and back to her clit. She was wet and her clit was firm. “Yes.” Her breath caught in her throat when he teased her.

  “What else do you want her to do?” He removed his fingers and held her slim waist in his hands. Stepping out of the shower, he lifted her and set her ass on the vanity counter. He opened her legs and knelt before her. “Would you want her mouth here? Tell me.”

  He leaned forward and licked the outside of her folds, purposely avoiding going deeper. Her musky scent was on his lips and in his nose.

  “Oh God, yes. I want her tongue on me while she fingers me.” She opened her legs as wide as the small space would permit and tilted her pelvis up.

  His tongue pressed into her, with a few soft strokes. “Tell me more.” He pressed harder into her, licking her with a fast fury as he pushed his fingers inside her opening, pumping softly.

  “Oh yeah, like that. Use your whole hand. Just. Like. That. Ohhhhh God. Harder. Don’t stop!” Glen’s tongue was going as fast as it could and his fingers were pumping in and out. She became wetter still.

  Her fingers slid through his dark wet hair and formed a fist, pulling him away from her, her body already oversensitive to his touch. He looked up at her glowing face, eyes still half shut in lust. She shifted to ease down off the counter and stood before him. Her hands cupped his head and pulled him up.

  With the grace of ballet dancers they exchanged positions. He was now standing and she was kneeling before him, her mouth open, tongue licking the thick head of his shaft. Her two hands rolled up and down it, just below her mouth. He was almost ready to come. Her dirty talk and a picture of Sherri going down on her flashed in his mind. His hands cupped her head pulling her mouth farther down on his shaft.

  “Oh shit! Don’t stop. I’m coming….” His pelvis jerked forward, shooting deep into the back of her throat, again and again. He let out a loud sigh, his hands now on her shoulders.

  Abby stood up and they kissed a long, sweet, languorous kiss, the juices of their pleasure mingling in their mouths.

  “Abby, that was so good.” His hands cupped her face as he looked into her eyes. “Just because you and me got off on the idea of you being with Sherri, doesn’t mean it has to happen. You know that, right? I don’t want you to think I have any expectations here.”

  “I love you Glen. I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way with Sherri. But I think I’d like to do that soft swing thing. We’d just be with each other and could watch other people. Would that be okay?”

  “Oh hell.” He pressed his groin into her stomach, stabbing her with his hardening rod. “Does that answer your question?”

  Chapter 40

  “There they are. It looks like they’re almost finished.” Abby put her hand on Glen’s arm and pointed to the table where Richard and Sherri were sitting, having breakfast. Her cheeks became warm, looking at the woman who had been part of Glen and her fantasy just a while ago. But Sherri would never know that.

  She was wearing a green dress, waving her hand for them to join them.

  “Good morning. How’re you today?” Sherri stood up and threw her arms around Glen, planting a kiss on his cheek.

  “How are YOU?” Abby hugged Richard and looked into his bloodshot eyes.

  “A little rough around the edges, I’m afraid. But better after the coffee and eggs.” Richard turned to Glen. “How about you?”

  Sherri placed her hands on Abby’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss. This time it was just a quick peck.

  When they were settled at the table, Abby looked at the two men sitting across from her and Sherri. They both looked just a little green. “Aren’t you glad we showed some restraint last night, Sherri?”

  Abby jumped and her head swiveled when she felt Sherri’s hand on her bare knee.

  “I don’t know about that. It could have been fun.” Her blue eyes opened wider. “Oh! You mean the drinking! Yeah, yeah, right.”

  Abby felt the start of a blush. A nervous laugh eased the tension that shot through her stomach, but did nothing for the momentary thrill between her legs. She looked at Glen. Yeah, he’d caught it too from the look in his eyes.

  “Our last night on the cruise. It went by so quick. Do you think you’ll ever do it again?” Richard looked from Abby to Glen.

  “Maybe. This wasn’t what we expected, but it’s been fun, a walk on the wild side.” Glen signaled to the waiter for menus.

  “It’ll be a real blow out tonight. The playrooms will be pretty busy. I’m sure it’ll spill out to the pool area again, even though it’s not supposed to.” Sherri finished her coffee and looked at Richard. “Well dear, what do you say?”

  “Yeah, we’re going to hit the pool area and just lounge in the sun today. Would you like us to save a couple chairs for you?” He rose to his feet and took Sherri’s hand.

  “Please. I haven’t had much chance to just lie in the sun. I want to have some color when I get back home.” Abby looked from Sherri to Richard. For sure, they’d be sunbathing in the nude. Maybe today she’d have enough nerve to go totally native herself.

  When the couple left, the waiter appeared with menus and coffee. Glen placed the breakfast order, the one that they usually had on Sunday mornings at home.

  “I’m going to try nude sunbathing today. Are you okay with that?” She looked across the table at Glen. He’d been shocked the first time she’d appeared topless but that was a few days ago. Now that they knew what kind of cruise this was, maybe he’d consider going naked as well.

  “Yeah, I think so. It’s easy for you lying around naked. I’m not sure I can though.”

  “Why not? We’ll never see these people again and we’ve only got one more day of sunbathing after today.” What did he have to be shy about? He was in great shape.

  “It should be obvious why not. What if…you know. What if I get excited? That could be kind of embarrassing don’t you think?” He sat back as the waiter appeared with their breakfasts.

  “Oh.” How did these other men handle that? Surely the naked women must have an effect on them. “If that happens, you could roll onto your stomach.”

  “We’ll see. I’ll just wear my bathing suit, okay?”

  “Fine by me, as long as you’re comfortable.”

  ***

  Glen followed Abby from their cabin and to the pool to join Sherri and Richard. Just following Abby, seeing her bare back and the round cheeks of her ass jiggling as she walked was having an effect. He held the towel draped over his arm in front of his crotch. The towel was going to be a lifesaver this afternoon.

  When they emerged from the stairway into the bright sun, he was blinded for a few moments, even with sunglasses. He followed her, threading his way through the naked sun worshippers, trying to keep his eyes averted. It might be different when he was sitting, perched with the towel on his lap. THEN, he could look from the safety of his shades.

  There were two lounge chairs on each side of Sherri and Richard, empty except for the towels they had placed there. Gulp. Sherri was sitting up, legs open and stretched out in front of her. God! How could he NOT look at her breasts topped with puckered nipples, down her abdomen and to the smooth shaven pelvis and lower still. Holy shit!

  He hurried to the empty chair next to Richard, sitting on part of the towel Richard had placed there. He bunched the towel over his lap and turned to Richard. “This is a scorcher. It feels great now but I’m not sure how much I can take.”

  Richard’s white teeth flashed in a wide grin. “Yeah, I noticed.”

  Glen’s face grew warm, from the inside. So, he’d seen how aroused he was. He leaned closer to Richard. “How do you do it? Sit there so…so unaffected by all of this?” His hand swept the air.

  “Think baseball buddy. What team do you cheer for?
” Richard picked up his sun tan oil and squeezed some onto his palm.

  “Cleveland Indians of course. Matt Albers’ is the best.” This was working! Private Pecker was becoming bored.

  “Naw…it’s the Cinnci Reds for me. Cueto’s waay better than Albers. How ya doing now?” Richard massaged the sun lotion into the tanned skin of his muscular arms.

  Glen took a deep breath. “Better.”

  “I’m here for ya man. Better close your eyes for a minute. Here comes one, you don’t want to see.” Richard was looking past Glen. His hand went to his sunglasses and lowered them on his nose to peek above the frame.

  No way was he closing his eyes. Not from the look on Richard’s face. Glen turned to see the swarthy dark man and his voluptuous blond wife walking by. Oh God, they can’t be real. They’re huge and so firm. They don’t even jiggle when she walks. Her waist was narrow curving out to round hips. She wore a rhinestone G string bikini bottom, which barely covered the V between her legs. Oh no. He settled his hands on the towel on his lap.

  This was hopeless. He looked at two women sitting at the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the crystal clear water. One was a beautiful black woman, lithe with an athletic body, slim hips and breasts the size of kiwi fruit. Not so, the Latino woman next to her. She was rounder, carrying a few extra pounds and double D melons.

  What would it be like to do a threesome? He’s seen it in the porn movies but these people actually had done it. Yeah, Richard could probably tell him but that was one thing he wasn’t going to ask. Yeah, those two women sitting at the pool, what would it be like with them? Private pecker was straining at the towel, anxious to explore this line of thinking.

  “Glen?” Abby’s hand was on his shoulder. “Let me rub some sunscreen on you. I think you’re getting burnt.”

  Her bare breasts were grazing his chest bending over him. And the G string bikini. This was sweet torture. “How about those Boston Red Sox, Abby? Think they’re going to win the series this year?”