Making my own excursion

Last Christmas, my husband's parents gave my husband and I a cruise as a gift. As part of the gift, they came and watched our two kids for the duration of our trip. The cruise was a four-night voyage out of Tampa to Cozumel and back. I know you are not supposed to do this, but I found a Jeep tour of the island on a website that was almost half price of the ones offered by the cruise line. We met the driver just outside the port and he assured us that we would be back in plenty of time before the ship departed. We were joined by two college aged young men. My heart immediately noticed that one of the two men was a doppelganger for an old boyfriend of mine. He was the second man that I had slept with. He was quite adventurous and introduced me to much of what I enjoy sexually still to this day. Although I had fallen deeply in love with him, he was only interested in using me as a sex toy. I freely gave him my body to use as he pleased, and he broke my heart. Oddly enough the doppelganger had the same name as my old boyfriend, Rob.

There were five of us in the Jeep. The driver and the other friend sat in the two front seats. I was sitting in the middle in the back between my husband and the doppelganger. Rob rode with his arm around me, and I deliberately sat so that our legs were constantly touching. Old feelings that had long been forgotten, came flowing back. As the excursion progressed, memories of nasty things what we had done kept popping up in my mind and it was making me quite horny as I imagined that Rob was my old boyfriend and that we were vacationing together.

When I got off the boat, I was wearing a coverup over my bikini but after our first stop at a beach, I didn’t put it back on. I loved that our bare skin was rubbing against each other as we traveled together in the back of the jeep. At one of the stops, I purchased a wicker bag. It was large enough to hold my beach towel, my coverup and the couple of small gifts that I had bought for the kids. I had another reason for acquiring the bag, when I held it on my lap, it served as a blind so that my husband couldn’t see when I would casually rest my hand on Rob’s thigh. Rob noticed what I was doing and seemed to find humor in it.

Our last stop was a little Myan Indian village on some back road with an artisan tequila still. On our return, as we went on a particularly bumpy section of road, I grasped firmly and very high the inside of Rob’s thigh to sturdy myself. I intentionally left it there when we got back on the paved road again and even started rubbing my hand on him. Without saying a word or even looking my way, he shifted his shorts sideways, exposing his penis. I caressed it with my fingers, and I felt him get aroused. I peeked at my husband who was looking out the side of the Jeep at the passing jungle. I lifted my right leg over Rob’s leg and shifted the bag to create some space where we could play with impunity. Other than an occasional glance at the two men on either side, I kept my eyes straight ahead as to not give any indication of what we were doing. I was happy that not even my shoulder was moving as I repeatedly rocked my wrist with him tightly in my grasp. In hindsight, this was not the most intelligent thing that I had decided to do as the consequences of my actions would soon become apparent. Rob ejaculated. I realized what was happening as I could feel the wet warmness spread across my stomach just above my bikini from my right hip to my belly button. Fortunately, everything was concealed under the wicker bag.

We now had a delicate problem. My beach towel was deep in my bag and his was in the back of the Jeep under the cover. He tried to reach it, but it was too far to get without being really obvious. I couldn’t retrieve mine without being conspicuous to my husband. Using my right hand to determine the location and size of the mess only served to spread it around. Most of it was flowing into the crotch of my swimsuit. I cupped what I could in the palm of my hand and, much to Rob's amazement, I did the only thing that I could do. I licked the sticky mess from my hand. We rode the remaining 20 minutes back to the port with the remaining semen drying on my abdomen and crotch. I was glad that the Jeep was open air. I held my bag slightly above my lap to improve the airflow.

In the chaos of getting out of the Jeep, I was able to put my coverup back on without my husband noticing that my solid color bikini bottoms had a distinct shade difference between one side and the other. Rob was lucky as his shorts were multicolored and I was probably the only person who could tell that he was damp on one side. I went to the bathroom and discovered that most of it on my skin had dried, giving me a crusty look on my tummy and thigh. My pubic hair however was still quite damp. The worst view was from the back where it looked as if I had wet myself. Fortunately, the coverup hid everything.

I wanted to hurry back to the ship, but my husband insisted on stopping in one of the shops near the dock to get a gift for his parents. I stood near the entrance of the store worried that someone would notice that I was starting to smell the very recognizable scent of a man. If I could smell it, I assumed that someone else could. Outside the shop, I watched as Rob was excitedly informing his friend of what had transpired. His friend stared at me in amazement and with a nod and a wave, I lifted my cover up and reveled my bottoms that confirmed the transgression. After our brief shopping trip, my husband and I rejoined them outside. I knew it was intentional on their part as they wanted to walk back to the boat with us. They asked if we were interested in meeting later that evening for drinks. I knew what they had in mind. Surprisingly my husband agreed. The interesting part for me was realizing how easy it would be to get away from my husband for an hour or more and have a threesome with the two of them on the boat the next day. Only when we got back to the ramp to the boat did we discover that they were actually on the Carnival ship, and we were on the Royal Caribbean in the port. They were quite disappointed, and we said our goodbyes. I was probably the most disappointed that I would not have the opportunity to have a threesome with the two of them.

The experience had left me emotionally in a strange place and I wasn’t hungry at all. I really just wanted to get back to the cabin and get cleaned up. Back in our cabin, I removed my bikini bottoms before I took off my wrap so that my husband would not notice my soiled bathing suit. He however was interested in playing, grabbed me, threw me on the bed and started fingering me. I was initially petrified that he would discover Rob’s handiwork. He did notice that I was damp down there and assumed that was from me being horny and not from Rob. It was pretty erotic recalling what I had done in the Jeep and that the two of them had invited me to have a threesome with them and I surrendered myself to that fantasy as my husband and I made love. He was surprised at the strength of my orgasm. If he only knew.

By Anonymous

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