Anniversary Cruise

My husband and I took a cruise in February to celebrate our anniversary. We were not planning on doing anything when my husband found this amazing last-minute deal on a three-night cruise. My parents agreed to watch our two kids so with almost no notice, we went sailing.

My husband purchased the drink package and was determined to get his money’s worth. He is a happy drunk and enjoys having all too personal conversations with total strangers when he is drinking.

On the last evening, he was well plastered. In line for dinner, he struck up a conversation with the two gentlemen that he had met earlier in the casino. Without asking, he got a table for four and we had dinner with them. I learned that they were from Ohio, and they were having a guy’s getaway. Between being out in the sun all day, drinking heavily and now a belly full of seafood, my husband started not feeling well. He excused himself to go to the bathroom but did not return. He texted me and said that he had gotten sick in the bathroom and went back to our room. I finished dinner with the guys alone.

After dinner, I went to check on my husband and found him passed out on the bed. I couldn’t even get him to respond. The two guys from Ohio had told me which bar they were going to after dinner and not having anything else to do, I decided to join them as they seemed like nice guys. I sat between them at the bar. We were a bit of an odd group. I am in my mid-thirties, and they are both in their upper fifties. I am a white and they were two black men. Neither of them was that attractive but they seemed very nice, and I enjoyed talking with them. Other than the bartender, we were the only people in the place. I learned that they were cousins that had grown up more like brothers. The shorter of the two had gotten divorced a year ago and this trip was an attempt at getting him back in the game so to speak. They admitted that they were disappointed at the lack of single women on the boat and that the few single meet and greets were virtually unattended.

I have tried to replay our conversation from that moment on in an effort to determine how things escalated so quickly as that evening seems like a fantasy now. I sent the first volley by asking them to try their best pickup lines on me. We then practiced flirting with and I played my part. I was having fun. The next thing that I remember is that we went from flirting to practicing kissing. I was taking turns making out with both of them. My head was spinning, and I had only had one drink.

Another couple entered the bar and I got instantly reacquainted with reality and at how far I had let this go. Stunned, I got up and practically ran out the door. Feeling guilty for what I had done, I went back to my cabin. I dressed for bed and tried to go to sleep but my husband was still sound asleep and snoring quite loudly. I laid in bed for what felt like an hour unable to sleep. What had happened at the bar had made me incredibly horny and the feelings were not subsiding even after I tried to satiate them. That effort only intensified them as I thought about what would have been the inevitable conclusion had I let the events continue.

I would like to say that I did not willingly initiate what happened next, but that would be hard to deny. Desire and the realization that no one would ever know overtook me. I dressed again, reapplied my makeup. I went back to the bar. There were a few couples there, but the guys were gone. I searched for the boat starting in the casino. I walked almost the entire boat looking for them. The next morning, my Fitbit recorded that I had walked almost two miles in my effort to find them. It was February and most of the above deck areas were almost empty as it was cool and windy outside. I was surprised at how empty the boat was. I also realized that in only a few hours we had to leave the boat. It was now or never. I was growing disheartened but still determined.

From our conversations, I knew that their cabin was on ninth deck and on the starboard side, but I didn’t know their cabin number. I also knew that they had a balcony. I remembered that one of them had said something about how a couple had posted some interesting pictures of their excursions on the door across from them. Without that little bit of knowledge, I would never have found them, and my evening would have ended without satisfaction. But I found a door that had pictures that matched the description. I turned around and summoned the courage to knock on the cabin door. I hoped that I had found the right room.

One of my new friends answered the door and I slipped inside. They were both in gym shorts and already in bed. The only light in the cabin was the lamp next to one of the beds. It was perfect. They were surprised at my arrival, but I didn’t need to explain why I had come to their room in the middle of the night. Nothing was said as I stripped naked in front of them. Once I had given myself permission, I was uncharacteristically in-charge, and I directed my own threesome. I tried to recreate my favorite scenes from every porno that I had ever seen. They were simply amazed that I was so enthusiastic, and they obediently followed every instruction I gave them.

Both of them had cum inside me at least twice and I have no idea how many orgasms I had experienced. I think that I could have gone on until morning, but we all needed to sleep. I showered in their cabin, and it was well after two in the morning before I got back to my cabin. My husband was still sleeping and didn't even notice that I had returned.

My husband was still hungover in the morning, and he apologized for leaving me alone all evening. I flippantly forgave him. My only thought that morning was my overwhelming desire to see the guys again at breakfast . They had a given me an amazing life changing experience. I regretted that I only knew their first names and that I would never see them again. I only realized after we got home that if I had thought about it while we were still on the boat, I would have known where they were waiting to disembark by knowing their cabin number. Too late now.

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