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  Ann felt the ship sway in the swells of the Atlantic, though again it could be the Caribbean by now for all she knew. She took one off kilter step, but Andy held firm.

  “Told you there was a reason my stilettos were staying at home,” she said as she looked at him from under her long lashes.

  ***

  Ann found the dinner selections all completely divine, and had a hard time deciding what to order. Eventually Andy made a decision for her, and she couldn't wait for the seared sea bass to arrive. Sipping from her glass of red wine, Ann was dazzled as she looked around at the opulent dining room. This surely wasn't Kansas anymore, she thought to herself. Perhaps the oddest thing to her was the floor length linen tablecloth, which in spite of its length seemed light as it lay across her silky thighs.

  After the appetizer of stone crab claws and her third glass of wine, she could tell that the atmosphere was starting to get the best of her. The lighting was dim and the conversation around the room was muted, giving the room a very quiet ambiance, broken only by the soft sounds of the ship's band.

  Ann found her thoughts wandering to visions of Andy's body gliding over her, his muscle undulating as he made love to her. Her mouth widened slightly with the thought and she could feel a tingle in her sex. She found herself wishing they'd skipped dinner and simply fucked until the dawn.

  Dinner came and was delicious, though she found herself insatiable and her mind seemingly stuck in one gear, being driving by one single erotic thought. An idea came to her. She thought she could pull it off.

  Discretely disguised by the tablecloth, she kicked the pump off her right foot, flexing her toes with relief as they enjoyed their newfound freedom. She paused for a moment, giving Andy her most seductive look while enjoying a final bite of the sea bass.

  Andy caught her eye whimsically, and at almost the same time as Ann's toes found his knee and began to work their way teasingly up his thigh towards his cock. She found herself enjoying this, as teasing her husband sexually had been a favorite pastime almost from their first date.

  As Ann worked her toes slowly up she stared at the Adonis-like figure cut by her husband. She could see his nostrils flare slightly as she neared the point where his legs met. A little more progress resulted in him visibly shifting his weight so as to spread his legs a bit more, giving her easier access to perform her magic on him.

  Their head waiter came over to gather their plates and present the menu for desert. She knew she had his attention when he hadn't even looked at the desert menu by the time the staff returned to take their order.

  "Would you like anything?" Ann queried Andy when the server reappeared, rubbing her toes ferociously against his now obviously painfully swollen cock under the table.

  "Umm, no," Andy stammered, "I think that is it for tonight. Thanks for the wonderful night."

  He stood, though Ann laughed silently to herself in seeing his stoop in a futile attempt to hide the current state of affairs in his pants. He came over to her and helped her get up from the table.

  "But I'd like some desert, love," she said coyly, wanting to drive him to the brink of exploding right there in front of her.

  "Come with me. Now." He seemed angry, but Ann couldn't quite believe it. She took his offered arm silently and let him lead her out of the dining salon. Her inner ego was very pleased to see many women turn their heads at the looks of Andy and a few men looked her over as well.

  Knowing she had her man, Ann let Andy lead her, wondering where she would end up. She had more than an idea what would happen when they got to their destination, wherever that was. She bit her lip in anticipation and could feel the dampness grow between her own legs.

  They made it to the elevator and Ann was surprised when Andy sent the lift up to the top deck as opposed to down to their cabin as she'd expected. As the button lit up and the door closed, Andy turned and pinned her against the back wall of the lift.

  His mouth was on hers, his tongue invading and overrunning her. She felt his hand slide up the backside of her dress and cup her ass, which also pulled her forward and into him. He was hard and she wanted to feel him thrusting into her.

  Without thinking, she lifted one leg partially, wrapping it around him. She subconsciously felt her dress rise up as Andy's hand slid inside the back of her panties. Decorum be damned, she thought, wanting to be fucked now regardless of who saw.

  The elevator bell rang as they reached the top deck and Andy pulled away suddenly in realization of where they were, though in jerking his hand out of her panties so rapidly he had actually managed to rip them off of her entirely and they fell unnoticed to the floor.

  Ann glanced at them for a split second and almost made to stoop to pick them up when the door opened. Seeing another couple waiting to get in, she felt a tremendous hotness spread from her sex and into her face as she and Andy exited the car, with her black panties lying damp and rumpled on the floor of the elevator.

  She smirked as she heard a cry of disbelief from the elevator as the door closed again. Oh well was all she could say to herself. They were coming off one way or the other anyway.

  Finally, Andy got them to their destination. How he even knew it existed was beyond Ann. He'd led her up to a space near the bow, which strangely appeared to be deserted. Perhaps this was because it was an area away from the pools and other points of interest on the deck further aft.

  The lighting was dim but under the moon she could still easily make out the now neatly arranged lounge chairs already waiting their golden sunbathers the next morning. But for now it was just the pale green glow from above, and the sound of the ocean as the liner moved through it.

  Andy took her, still leading by the hand, until they were as far forward as they could get. He took a lounge chair and pushed it into the dark cast caused by the metal side of the ship.

  "Here," was all he said, gently guiding her to the chair and insinuating that she need lie on her back. She did so gladly, feeling the blood rush inside her in excitement and a tinge of fear—what would happen if they got caught? As she put her head back on the soft but coarse canvas backing of the chair, Andy stood and began to pull at his belt as he began to disrobe.

  "Now," Ann said, mocking his bossy tone. To further make her point, she straddled the chair and impatiently tapped her heels against the teak decking on either side. Andy looked down at her with a look that, in the diminished light, was hard to fathom. It could be anger or simply amused puzzlement. She went with the latter.

  "God it is humid out here," she continued, though in fact it wasn't. "I need to cool off somehow," she said, running her fingers up her legs to the hem of her dress. "Wait! I've got it!" she sighed as she began to slide her dress up and over her hips. Somehow a sudden draft blew across her, entwining itself in her moist sex.

  She shook slightly, though not from the cold. Having the now naked Andy's complete attention, she spread her legs slightly and teased herself with her newly taken ring finger. She was surprised how easy it was to slide it in, and did so until her wetness covered her rings themselves. Her goal accomplished, she imagined her finger transforming itself magically into Andy's solid shaft of pleasure and let out a gasp which slowly turned into a moan.

  She realized it was the moan of an animal in heat. She twirled her finger just once inside of herself, and then let it slide out slowly. She held it out to him, "Taste your wife?" she said in a voice that was both a question and an order.

  Andy knelt on the chair and, taking her hand in his, slowly and suggestively sucked her finger clean, letting his tongue twirl around her finger like an ice skater at the Olympics. As he pulled it out, he let her pink nail hang on his lip.

  She felt the heat inside her build. Between the emotion of the wedding, the erotic dinner, and this somewhat exposed location, having her sex licked completely from her fingers was too much. She wanted his lips on hers—all over her body for that matter.

  She let her nail drop from his lip and almost naturally it went to his
cock, pulling it firmly towards her while she spread her legs in preparation for what could perhaps be one of the most erotic nights of her life.

  As Andy's body hovered over her, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, while the other lifted and hung mid-air. For half a second she watched her leg as in pointed skyward, the moonlight giving is almost a ghostly hue. Lord, she thought of how badly she wanted him this moment. Just to be his girl, his whore, his wife, his... anything. The only key word in her thinking was "his."

  Her hand still slowly pulling his cock towards her, she brought his soft head against her sex and teased herself with it, letting it brush back and forth over her dampened and yearning lips. A second later she let go and felt him slide into her as a hand goes into an old glove.

  She closed her eyes, feeling the ocean breeze wash over her as the soft touch of his hard cock filled her. She dug her nails into his bare shoulders pulling him down to show her desire.

  The feeling of him drove her quite mad and the feel of him sliding in and out, his rhythm and pace changing constantly, served to drive her to the pinnacles of passion and beyond. Then he did something he had never done before, not once in the countless times they'd fucked and the even larger number of times they'd made love.

  He twisted somehow so that his cock went around the inside of her sex. She literally could not explain it, the feeling so exquisite and powerful.

  "God," she moaned, grabbing the backs of her knees impulsively and extending her legs until they were almost straight out from her body, forming a rather odd shaped "Y." "Never," she paused, now gasping for breath as her heat built to a crescendo, "Did. That. Before."

  With her legs now spread to what had to be their furthest limit she could feel him reaching deeper inside her with each thrust, though now he was teasing her, alternating randomly between deep and hard thrusts with shallow and soft ones, sometimes allowing a deep and soft thrust come into play.

  She was completely bewildered and sensually overwhelmed by what was happening to her. Feeling herself lose control as a catastrophically wonderful orgasm erupted from deep within her core, she wrapped her legs around Andy once again, linking them at the ankles. This both drew him in closer still and prevented him from pulling out. They'd always used a condom before their nuptials, and she found herself wanting to feel the warm touch of his semen inside of her for the first time.

  "Andy," she whispered as she shook in an uncontrollable response to his rabid lovemaking. She squeezed his ass hard as he continued to pump her, though now she knew he was close to his own climax. She could always tell as his cock chubbed up just a tiny bit more immediately prior to the big show, as they'd come to affectionately call it.

  She felt him thrust one last time and exhale deeply as he erupted inside her. Against her whispered "I love you's," he collapsed on her and lay still as his climax rose and fell. After a few minutes their breathing came back to the realm of normalcy and the sounds of the ship and the surrounding sea returned, having been drowned out by the noise of their passion.

  Suddenly the ships horn sounded, startling both of them, and for a moment they thought they’d been found out, but the booming sound soon faded and was again replaced by the soft sound of the sea and they realized the horn’s sounding had nothing to do with them.

  They stood and while Andy got dressed Ann smoothed her dress and worked it back down over her hips. With Andy still working with his shoes, Ann turned to face the water, letting the crisp night breeze wash over her.

  She felt Andy brush against her as he came to stand beside her at the rail. Taking his arm, they went back towards the pool area and the rest of the ship. Ann felt flush with exhilaration at knowing that they’d just done something extremely sexy and hot but perhaps just a little bit forbidden as well. With a slight giggle, she realized that she could come to like married life after all.

  She thought about heading back to their cabin, if for no other reason than to get a fresh pair or panties, though strangely not having them gave her a bit of a wanton feeling inside that she unashamedly had to admit intrigued her. Feeling that she was getting her sea legs under her, she was now wishing she'd brought some more daring shoes, though she knew that most women felt plenty daring with four inches. Four inches of heel, anyway.

  And she knew how Andy adored her legs, especially the way they looked in heels — like most men, the higher the better, regardless of the eventual pain on the wearer.

  He took her on a round of clubs, and it seemed the ship had one of every flavor. They passed through a mellow and seductive jazz club, a funky and eclectic hip hop club, and a more traditional contemporary dance club before settling on a quiet piano bar.

  There was only one more couple in the cozy little place, enjoying each other as the pianist, who seemed to have more skill and talent than you'd expect on a cruise ship, segued cleanly from Billy Joel into Frank Sinatra. Ann had always had a soft spot for the crooners, and had even gotten Andy on board to a limited extent, which was surprising given his penchant for Led Zeppelin, which to her was just screaming about raping and plundering.

  Just hearing a Sinatra song always made Ann feel cozy, loving, and nigh on overly emotional. She snuggled close to her husband and put her hand on his thigh, but not as a sexual prelude, but simply as a way to get still closer to him.

  After Sinatra came Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight, which seemed an odd choice but yet did work in some sort of weird way when rearranged for the piano. Evidently it wasn't to the liking of the other couple as they made their way out of the bar.

  Ann felt extremely special to be having an almost private concert just for themselves and the staff. Andy ordered a bottle of champagne and then got up and whispered something to the piano player.

  The champagne came and after the steward opened the bottle and poured them each a glass, as the song came to an end, another didn't immediately start as previously. Andy paused and raised his glass and said simply to her, "For you." Ann raised her glass in return and they each took a long sip of the bubbly concoction.

  "And for our special guests Andy and his lovely bride Ann on their honeymoon, by request," the player said, without announcing the song. He seemed to be just scatting his way around the keys, but then Ann started to discern a familiar melody.

  As tears of love and joy began to fill her eyes, the opening lyric softly enveloped the room. It started low, and then built.

  "Oh, my love, my darling... I've hungered for your touch."

  The first tear rolled down her cheek, surely making her mascara run, but Ann didn't care. Andy didn't either she imagined as he didn't care much at all about makeup and always said she looked better without it.

  He stood and put his champagne on the table, offering his hand to her. She took it and he pulled her to her feet, in doing so taking her own glass from her and setting it beside his on the small cocktail table. He led her towards the piano until they were only a few scant feet from the black beast.

  Then he held her and they began to dance. Somehow he always knew how to take something immensely special and make it even more so. As if the cruise and his heart were not enough, to create ad hoc such a special moment as having the piano player play their song just for them was a stroke of genius in taking advantage of an empty bar. But still, it made her heart melt all over again.

  She closed out everything but the sound of the divine music, her emotions, and the touch and feel of her beloved. Together they swayed, becoming almost completely one, and she had high doubts that they would be permitted to become physically one here, even given the lack of people around.

  She perhaps had never felt so loved as she did at this very moment. Things like this touched her much more than even the hottest sex, though she obviously enjoyed that probably a bit too much anyway. She let herself be enveloped by him, letting his arms become her world.

  They swayed together more than danced, though this passed for dancing in their world. As they moved in perfect syncopation, she
could feel herself getting aroused. She could feel the swelling in her breasts, the slight tough of dampness returning to her sex, and the slight shortness of breath which all presaged her attraction to this most divine of men.

  She laid her head on Andy's shoulder, and could almost taste the slight hint of salt from the sweat dried on his neck from their rendezvous on the deck earlier. He smelled like her dream man and as she savored the musky masculine scent she could feel her arousal building still further in a nice and highly enjoyable gradual progression.

  Suddenly the ship shuddered slightly from what must have been a rogue Atlantic roller, or at least that was Ann's guess from her perspective. Andy had felt it as well, and he instinctively grabbed Ann to steady her. With the added closeness, Ann could felt her breasts still further and could feel her engorged nipples press tightly against her bra.

  As they were so close now, Ann could almost feel each of Andy's muscles contract and relaxed as they continued to dance along with their evidently private pianist. It was almost as if they were dancing naked, which was an insanely interesting and erotic visual.