My phone pinged from an incoming group text.  I assumed Dale’s phone did as well, but I don’t know which of us saw it first.  It happened while I was at work behind the women’s haberdashery counter at the department store where I normally worked.

At first, I almost suspected it was spam.  I’d never been on a cruise before.  Now, all of a sudden, I’d received notification that my cruise documents were ready to be viewed and printed.  I didn’t open the message because I was at work.  Technically, I wasn’t even supposed to keep my phone at my station while I was on the job, but I was a senior employee.  I could afford to overlook the rules occasionally.

But the message dwelt on my consciousness while I continued working the rest of my shift.  Why was I receiving a notification like this on my cell?  Then Jessa’s text message arrived shortly after.

It said, “Surprise darlings!  You’re going on a cruise!  P.S. My cousins will be there.  Don’t disappointment me, okay?”

What??? Don’t disappoint Jessa?  Fuck me.  Who the hell knew what would disappoint Jessa?  For all I knew, not fucking her cousin, or cousins, would disappoint her.  Okay, so I guessed at this point that the cruise docs were not a ruse or scam.

At the end of my shift I text her back.  “What the fuck Jessa?  What am I supposed to do?  Why won’t you fuck me any more?”  I felt so needy adding that last bit.  I still love my husband Dale, and we still satisfy each other, but damnit, I also want her pussy so badly.  I assume that Dale knows I’m off the clock now and headed home as soon as I exit the building, which is okay.

She sends back, “Have fun babe.”

Ah!  Why does Jessa have to be so cryptic with me?!

I fume at my phone for long moments.  Jessa can’t feel my frustration.  With nothing more forthcoming, I text again, “Fuck you!  No!  I won’t do it!”

She sends back, “Don’t be a bitch Kitty Kat.  They want poly.  You and Dale want poly.  Figure it out, okay? :P”

A few moments later, her text says, “BTW, drinks package included.  Just get on the boat bitch!”

When I get home from work, Dale is up in our bedroom busy packing for travel.  Not only is his suitcase on the bed, but mine is also.  He’s weighing his options for swim wear and tosses one into his suitcase.  I give him my best ‘What’s Going On’ glare, but he just smiles at me and says, “Only three days until we set sail love, get packing!”

I’m feeling kind of recalcitrant, but between him and Jessa’s exuberant attitudes I can’t help but feel so selfish.  Dale’s kind of ready for an adventure, and now I’m feeling hesitant.  Is it because Dale is the vanguard?  After all, in our relationship with Jessa, I was the vanguard.  I was the first to fuck her.  Now he is, and maybe Jessa is also, expecting me to accept the change in our relationship.

I admit, Jessa expected our relationship to change.  She wanted a casual relationship.  I wanted more.  It’s hard loving a hypersexual being.  They have problems committing.  They have problems maintaining relationships with individuals.  Learning that Jessa was hypersexual meant learning to let go, but there is a spot in my heart that needed filling.  She’d opened up that spot.  It was a spot that Dale could never fill.  As much as I loved my husband, I needed more.  I needed a woman to fill that spot.

I looked at the empty suitcase and realized it symbolized that spot in my heart that needed filling.  Between Jessa and Dale, they understood my needs better than I did apparently.  They both expected me to load up my empty spot with opportunities to open up.  Because that is what the missing outfits represented.  Opportunities to open up to new relationships.  The moment was profound.

I looked at my husband with new eyes then.  I wanted to fuck him so badly at that point.  I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.  I don’t think I worried whether or not my buttons maintained integrity or went flying.  I stripped.

I focused solely on his lips and kissed.  Fuck the suitcases on the bed, I was going to have him and ride him until I was satisfied he was spent beneath me.  All I had to do was unzip his trousers and Dale was ready.  He didn’t resist when I guided him to lay down on the bed.

His prick was hard as a rock.  I would have fucked him right there with his trousers still half down his hips, but I didn’t like feeling the zipper on my labia.  I tugged them further down.  Now that his hips were bare, and his member hard, I mounted him.  I was ready, I was wet, and I wanted him deep in me. I ground up and down on his shaft.  I savored every ridge of his penis, every fleshy protuberance.  I gulped it with my pussy.  I didn’t give a shit whether I bruised him or not... I fucked Dale hard.

Afterward, as my chest heaved against his, my body spent against his, I kissed his neck.  I’d never felt so in love with him as I did then.  Drunk on passion, I exclaimed, “Fuck!  Dale, I love you.  Let’s pack, I think I need this cruise.”

He replied, “Damn babe.  Is the swim suit enough?  Because if you keep fucking me like that... I don’t think I’ll be able to pack.”  He was trying to catch his breath.  “And by the way,” he added, “I felt the plug just now.  Did you wear it the whole shift?”

I bit his collarbone and felt his prick spasm in me once more.  His sperm leaked out of my pussy at the same time.  It felt glorious, indescribable the feeling, so believe me when I say there’s no better than my husband’s cock in me.

Just the same, though, I’m hoping we can find another couple to share our intimate times with.  Jessa must have rubbed off on me, because even while I adore having my husband fuck me.  I want more.  I want more cock.  I want pussy now as well.

Dale toys with the plug in my ass.  Pulling it slightly, working it against my sphincter, teasing me until I orgasm again and more of our combined juices dribble out of my spasming snatch.  He tugs the plug out with an almost audible pop.  It’s kind of a relief that it’s out now, but the ache it’s absence leaves is sort of delicious in its own way.  I think I’m almost ready to have a dick there.

Maybe, on the cruise, I won’t be allowed to chicken out, and I’ll have to take a dick up there.  I’m dwelling on whether or not I want it to be Dale’s or somebody else’s until my reverie is broken by my husband sitting up beneath me.  He says, “You’re thinking about some other dick, eh?  Forget it dear, your ass is mine first.”

“Oh... okay,” I purr.  I like the sound of Dale taking possession of my asshole first I decide.  “How many days am I packing for?  I have only one swim suit.  Should I shop for more?”

“If you need more, I’m sure there will be plenty of opportunities to buy another darling.  We’re packing for an eight day cruise, I looked up the itinerary.  First, it’s 2 fun days at sea, then 3 ports in the Bahamas followed by 2 more fun days at sea.  And FYI, we have at least a five hour drive down to Mobile.”

“We don’t even know their names,” I complain.

“Yes we do.  They were included in the group text.  Their names are Jeff and Zola.”

Now I am embarrassed having unwittingly exposed my neediness with respect to Jessa.  It makes me believe that I’ve started a potential new relationship on shaky ground.  I grab the butt plug from Dale, then take it into the bathroom and start a hot shower to clean up.

Ten minutes later, dried off and in a bathrobe, I pick up my phone with a fleeting thought of sending an apology text.  I pull the text message up on my phone and sure enough, the names Jeff and Zola as well as everybody else are on the header.  I imagine what they look like, maybe Zola is a dusky skinned beauty with sultry lips, and I chicken out on the apology message.

I just know they are going to think harshly of me... Jessa called me out on being needy, pegged me as a bitch.  They were going to think I was, am a bitch too.  Now I don’t know if I can pack and go on this trip she’s booked for us.

“I can’t do this Dale,” I whine as I slump on the bed feeling unlovable.

He gives me a look then and says, “Get packing dear, or I’ll pack for you... and I’ll pack your frumpiest outfits possible.  You’ll look like granny on cruise with her son.”

My jaw dropped as I gape at him, “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Don’t test me lover.  Jessa has gone to all this trouble to set up a meet and greet with her cousins, so either you cooperate, or you’ll regret it.  It won’t be just me you disappoint, it’ll be Jessa too.”  That’s low considering I already think I’ve disappointed Jessa somehow, but as far as I know Dale means well in trying to goad me to have a better attitude.

Reluctantly, I try to start thinking sexy thoughts to pick out what I’m going to wear on the cruise.  What does a body wear on a fun day at sea?  I’ve never been on a cruise before.  I’ve heard co-workers talk about it, but how much information did they really share?

I barely slept last night, so high was my anticipation, my expectation of a wonderful experience.  Our first cruise.  Kat and I had never been on a cruise before Jessa sprang this on us.  She probably paid a small fortune to send us out to the Bahamas to meet her cousin, or cousins.  Cousins is what she alluded to, I wasn’t sure if they were both related to her or not.  I’m guessing we’ll find out more on the ship.

The cruise starts tomorrow.  Today we are driving down to Mobile and check into the hotel Jessa recommended.  A room is reserved in our names but not paid for yet.  It’s near the port and the Alabama Cruise Terminal.

At 6 AM, I already can’t sleep any longer.  I know it’s only a 5 and a half hour drive to Mobile, but a part of me wants it to be over with already and relaxing the rest of the day until we catch the cruise the following.  Kat is still asleep, sprawled all over the bed, limbs akimbo, adorable as a sleeping cat.  She’s half covered, half uncovered, sexy as all get out.

She’d had her way with me a couple of nights ago.  I’m not complaining, I just want more.  I can’t seem to get enough of my wife.  Whenever she’s passionate about something, she loves me like a wildcat.  She rides me like she can’t get enough.  And then she cools down for a day or two.  I think that is a by-product of our ages.

When she’s insatiable, she’s insatiable.  When she’s not, she’s as languorous as a cat.  All attention seeking, and receptive to adoration, but aloof as hell.  My nickname for her fits her well, Kat.  But, by God, I love the dickens out of her.  I wouldn’t have her any other way.

But right now, she’s asleep and I’m awake and restless.  I get up and make my way down stairs.  Both of our children are away from home now.  The older, starting his own life with his own partner.  They’d been married recently.

The younger one... the one who’d gotten tangled up with our paramour, Jessa, was back at college now, thankfully.  That was Jessa’s doing.  She’d insisted Erica finish college courses and get a degree.  That was after Erica had decided she wanted to be Jessa’s lover instead of us.

I was astounded that Erica had listened to and agreed to do as Jessa had instructed.  I was grateful to Jessa for it as well.  Erica would never have agreed to it if it was me trying to convince her to do so.  But I digress.  This story is really about my trip with Kat to our destination of Mobile Alabama and a cruise ship which we were schedule, by Jessa of course, to board tomorrow, ostensibly to meet Jessa’s cousin(s).

As I said, it’s 6 AM, and I’m awake and Kat is asleep.  Assessing the situation, I determine the utmost priority is coffee.  That elixir of life that stimulates and invigorates our leaden brains.  I stagger down stairs in my boxers.  I stand groggily before the coffee making device, my partner is cohesion, my compadre in cognizance.

I scoop spoonful after spoonful of ground coffee into the basket for brewing.  Hopefully I haven’t lost count, but if I have and I’ve over compensated, does it really matter?  Coffee is coffee after all.  And perhaps the stronger the better.  I make sure the water reservoir is filled, and press the brew button.

I stand before the coffee machine, breathing in the aroma of ground coffee being transformed into the magic elixir that will help me face the day.  The bonus is that it will wake up my wife, Katrina and help me get her body into the car so that we can drive down to the cruise port, or at least the hotel at which we will spend the night.

When the pot is done, I make her a cup, just the way she likes it.  It’s sort of comforting knowing how my wife prefers her coffee.  It’s a standard to which I can always adhere.  I pour her a cup.  I add just enough creamer to lighten the color to caramel, and that is exactly the way she likes it.  I prefer to have a packet of sweetener as well, but for some reason Kat likes it sort of bitter but creamy.

To show her my love, I make it the way she likes it, and carefully carry it upstairs and into the bedroom.  I wave it near her nasal passages and watch them flare as the aroma caresses her olfactory senses.  It doesn’t wake her fully, but that’s not necessary, because I have other plans to wake her.

For the moment at least, she’s pliable and I can gently tease her out from the covers until her body is available to me, loosely clad in her night clothes.  I’m going to wake her with my tongue, licking her between the legs until she grabs my head and buries my face in her aching need.

It doesn’t matter that there is fabric between my tongue and her folds.  I nibble and lick and prod with my tongue until the fabric is wet, soaked with her excitement.  I mouth her until her breathing shortens into quickening gasps.  Sometimes, she moves her clothing aside, other times, Kat presses against my mouth fully clothed, eager to express her lust to the point that it is almost difficult to breathe.

This morning, soon enough, she has moved her nightclothes out of the way until my mouth contacts her vagina fully, and I gladly lap up her juices while her hips buck beneath my worship.  Her hands press my face against her as she grinds against me.  Her need for release is urgent.  I can tell with the rapidity of her motions.  Her motions are almost violent against my tongue, like she is trying to suffocate me with her sex.

Eventually, she quakes and shivers.  Kat’s orgasm culminates when she cries out, “Oh Fuck!  Oh God!  Damn Dale, that was so good.  Thank you.  Oh my.”

I look up from my position, face covered with her juices, “Hey lover, your coffee is getting cold.”

She slaps my head playfully then.

“You cheeky bastard.”

I grinned at her, “It’s time to get out of bed honey.  We have full day ahead of us driving down to Mobile.”

“All I want to do now is take a nap after that wonderful tonguing.  Won’t you let me rest for a bit?”

“Okay.  I’ll let you have a bit of a nap while I shower and get ready, but then you’ll have to get out of bed and get ready yourself.  And you’ll have missed your opportunity to have a shower with me.”

“Oh, sure, rub it in you scoundrel.  I’m taking a nap.  Get out of here, or wait for me to nap and I’ll join you.”

“Heh.  That’s tempting my lover, but if I dally with you in the shower we’ll be forever getting on the road.  I don’t want to be pulling into Mobile at midnight.  Take your short nap, and then get ready doll.”

I turned then to head into the bathroom and my wife kicked me in the butt before laughing, “Love you babe.”

“Now who’s being cheeky?  Love you too kitten.”

When I had finished shaving and showering, I walked out of the bathroom to Kat’s light snoring.  If you ever ask me about it in front of her, I’ll never call it snoring, just noisy breathing.  Learning that she snores, even lightly, would embarrass the hell out of her.  I spare her that embarrassment, because I never want to hurt her again.

I know she’s not entirely delicate, but she is my flower, and I worry about her petals being crushed.  I don’t want to be the one to crush them.  I know I can’t protect her from every malicious barb that might be sent her way, but I can certainly make sure that no more malicious barbs emanate from my direction.  That’s the best that I can do.

And I know I can’t protect her from our daughter Erica either.  Getting between the two of them arguing is like walking into a wood chipper.  I’m as likely to end up without any limbs as I am to alienate the both of them.

But I digress.  It’s just me and Kat at the moment, and I need to wake her up and get her moving so that we can drive to Mobile within a reasonable time frame.  I say that, and as sure as I’m a male, somewhere along the way, Kat is going to want to stop somewhere and shop.  And given her dearth of swimwear at the moment, I’m sure that is what my darling wife will want to buy at some point somewhere during our journey.

So my primary goal currently is getting her conscious, getting her dressed, and getting her in the vehicle for the drive.  I don’t care if she naps along the way.  We just need to get on the road.  But damn she is so adorable lying there in bed, sprawled all over, half in and half out of the covering.  I can’t help myself.  I reach for my phone, open the camera app and take a photo for nostalgic effect.

If she ever discovers it, she’ll more than likely make me delete it, but for now... it’s my treasure.

Afterward, I bend over and nibble her neck, “Wake up sweetness.  Time to get going.  As soon as you get out of bed, I’ll go down and refresh the coffee for you, okay?”

“Slave-driver,” she grumbles.

“Come on, you’ve had an extra 45 minutes of sleep pill.  Time to get out of bed.  Do you want me to carry you into the shower?”

“FUCK NO!  Leave me alone, I’m getting up!”

I watch for a moment until I’m sure she’s started moving.  In her sleep fog she glares at me as she sits up.  “If I wasn’t looking forward to this cruise, I’d be cranky.”

I laugh.  “That’s news to me lover.  I didn’t think you were actually looking forward to it.”

“Get better at reading between the lines then.  Go make me coffee and get out of my way.”

“Grump.”

“Fucker, get me my coffee ready.”

“Your wish is my command your highness.”

“I’ll bite you.”

“You’re going to have to move faster if you want to,” I said as I left the bedroom.

After a while, Kat all but tumbled down the stairs into the kitchen and staggered over to the fresh pot of coffee sitting ready for her at the machine.  I couldn’t help but smile at the sight.  At least she is finally up and there is a chance we might be on the road within the hour.

While she lounged at the breakfast bar with her coffee in hand and a sausage roll that I had heated up for her, I went upstairs to collect her luggage and her passport and the extras that I had made sure were ready to port down to the auto in order to be on our way.  I busily packed the auto while she spent the time trying to wake up.

I wondered at what she had decided to wear today.  In truth, I really didn’t care much as long as I could bundle her in the vehicle for the drive to Mobile.  She at least had covered her naughty bits, although when she slid into the auto it was rather obvious she wasn’t wearing any undergarments.  Actually, it made me think she was going to be kind of randy and ready to keep me disturbed on the drive with her sexual antics.  But I was thankful that we wouldn’t be too far behind my schedule.

Before I turned on the ignition, I had to ask her, “Kat, Are you sure you want to try getting that butt plug through security?”

“What make you think I’ve got a butt plug?” she asked coyly.

“Like you didn’t show it to me when you climbed into the car...”

“Don’t be silly honey.  It’s silicone and plastic, not metal like the other one.  They shouldn’t even notice.  If it makes you feel better, I’ll leave it in the suitcase and go through security commando.  That way if they do a cavity search, I won’t have to drop my drawers.”

I didn’t argue with her because I thought it unlikely they would be wanting to do a cavity search for a cruise, but if she was going commando there wasn’t much chance of triggering a search anyway in my estimation.  Then again... tomorrow is another day.  For all I knew, she had the metal one in the suitcase.

A vision of Kat switching to the metal butt plug and daring security to investigate clouded my thoughts.  Nah, Kat wouldn’t do that I thought.  Indeed, she’d had fantasies at one time of being the object of a gang bang, but that was years ago.  I wasn’t aware that she’d rekindled that desire.  And to my knowledge they had never revolved around a group of security personnel having their way with her.  Maybe that should be filed away in my spank bank for later.

On an eight day cruise, we’d be more than likely to run across others who’d witnessed Kat being singled out for a cavity search.  It seemed as if something like that would be rather embarrassing.

Kat fastened her seatbelt and I started the engine.  With luck, there would be no traffic accidents between us and the hotel in Mobile.  At the end of the road, Kat panicked and yelled, “Wait, what about our passports?”

“Got them dear.”

“Boarding passes?”

“Got ‘em.”

“Luggage tags?”

“Already on the bags.”

I turned out of the neighborhood and headed toward the Interstate.

“What am I forgetting Dale?”

“Underwear?”

She giggled and assumed a lascivious look, “Is that required?”

“Probably not... was just a WAG anyway.”

“Just drive love.  I’ll try not to distract you too much.  I don’t know why I’m so horny.  Must be a phase I’m going through.  Will it bother you if I rub one out on the road?”

“Hell Kat!  Warn me okay, so that I can at least pull over long enough to enjoy the show?”

“I’ll try.”

I lost track of the conversation then as I merged with the traffic on I-75.  There was more at the moment than I’d hoped for, but less than expected.  Maybe it would lighten up when I exited to I-285, but it would probably not lessen until I was past East Point and onto I-85.  Just the same, traffic around Atlanta could catch you by surprise if you weren’t paying attention, so I ignored my wife long enough to get out of the metro area.

Kat had dozed off by the time I my focus relaxed.  As we were approaching Newnan, she perked up, and exclaimed, “Hey, Newnan.  Stop at my store in Newnan!”

“What?  Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously!  I found a swimsuit I was interested in the store, and they didn’t have my size.  Stop in Newnan and let me check if they do.”

There wasn’t much I could actually object to.  Since it would be just another branch of her current employer, she’d be getting her usual employee discount.  Given her tenure, it was kind of hefty at 25 percent.  And that was even after the sales price, if the item she wanted was on sale.  It wasn’t that far off track either, so I demurred.

I’d kind of anticipated having to make multiple stops on the trip anyway.  Kat loves to shop.  She’d probably burst if she were not able to travel some distance without stopping at least once along the way to shop.  The side benefit of these little excursions are getting a chance to stretch my legs and the occasional latrine break.

Newnan was the biggest little town on the way out of Atlanta on I-85 and only about an hour away from our house.  We’d be arriving just about when the store would open, so the timing wasn’t bad.  When we took the exit, we were just a few minutes early so I quickly topped off the fuel in the auto before driving down the street to the store.

In the parking lot, Kat exited almost before I shifted to park, and bounded off toward the store entrance.  I became entranced watching her.  I’d never realized before what an outsized influence Jessa had had on Kat until I was reminded of the very first time I’d seen Jessa flounce out of her car and across our lawn to rub herself up against me while I was grubby from yardwork.

Watching my wife flounce across the parking lot in a short, flaring sundress that caught the breeze and played artfully up to give fleeting glimpses of her bare ass and butt plug, I knew that today would be a long day.  I could see in front of me evidence that my wife was going to tease me and my manhood all day long in an effort to drive me to distraction.

My trance is broken when she crosses the threshold into the store like she owned the place.  I guess I can’t blame her, after all the years she put into the job.  By the same token, recognizing what has become of my wife since her, or rather our encounter with Jessa, I don’t think I would change a thing.  Kat’s a much more vibrant being for the experience.  A grin slowly spread across my face.

One day, I’m going to have to thank Jessa.  I’m not exactly sure how to do that, but hopefully it will come to me.  I’d find a way to thank her for waking up our marriage.

I exit our vehicle and head toward the entry.  As I cross the parking lot, my phone is already pinging from text messages.  I stop briefly to examine my phone.  They are from Kat.  The first one is a photo of the swim suit in the size she was searching for.  It’s unusual in the fact that it’s two piece.  It’s been ages since she felt like wearing a two piece swim suit.

As I cross the threshold myself, the latest message showed me the door of the changing room she was about to enter.  I studiously looked at the store map, wondering why she’s sent me this photo.  I start wandering over to the men’s area, but before long she’s sent me another text message with a photo attached.

I bring up the message, the photo loads, my jaw drops.  I quickly look around to see if anybody else has noticed.  When the coast appears clear, I gawp at my phone again.  Kat’s sent me a photo from the dressing area.  She has on the two piece string bikini, which would ordinarily flatter even most bodies.  But in this case, she’s also stretched the strings out playfully like, so the pieces barely cover her sexy bits.

Okay, so now I’m not seeing my 50 year old wife, I’m seeing an ageless sex goddess teasing me with a come hither look.  Damn fine woman.  Then I see the three wavy dots like she’s typing a response.  I glance around again, worried that I will attract undue attention.

Her message arrives.  It says, “I need you.  Join me.”

What?!  “In the ladies changing area?” I text back.

“Yes, now!  Hurry Dale, I need you now!”

What Kat could possibly need me for in the ladies dressing area I could scarcely guess.  Perhaps naively, I thought maybe she needed help unraveling a knot in the bikini string.  Sometimes those ties could be tricky and pernicious.

I made my way there expecting to be abruptly deterred by a stern matronly attendant with a sour look permanently etched on her face.  It was kind of spooky that my expectation was ignored.  There was nobody really about in the forefront of the ladies dressing rooms.  That was unexpected.  I edged forward also expecting some sort of authority figure to intervene.

I stage whispered “Kat...,” all the while sure that somebody would notice and bring security down on me in the very least.  Instead, she peaked out from a doorway visible from the forefront and waved me back, beckoning me to hurry and join her.

I scampered back to her door glancing this way and that, wondering when the recriminations would start, but nothing until I stood before the doorway that my wife occupied.  She grabbed my shirt front and dragged me inside, rambunctiously locking the door afterward.

“About time!” she quipped.

“What’s the prob...” I started when the sight that confronted me took my thought away.  Here she stood, my wife, bikini bottoms draped around her ankles, top scrunched up beneath her arm pits framing the tops of her breasts.  She reached for my belt and whipped it open and unceremoniously yanked my shorts down followed closely by my underwear.

“Gag me with your dick so that I don’t make too much noise!” just before taking my member into her mouth and sucking voraciously as she bent over at the waist.  In the mirror, displayed was the butt plug.  Her moist labia looked swollen with desire, her clit engorged.  She worked her fingers to either side of her sex and then started tapping her clit with her fingers.

Tap, tap, tap on her hardening clit.  Then she switched to stroking her lips to both sides.  Stroke, stroke, stroke, three times.  Her fingers entered her opening, plunging three times, deeper with each thrust.  By the time she started the cycle all over again, she was panting and moaning around my raging erection.  With each iteration Kat added another tap or stroke or plunge.

I tried my best, I really did.  Trying to gag her with my cock as she told me to, but there was not much success in muffling the noises we were making.  With Kat slurping while gulping and the slaps on her clit as well as the slick noises of her fingers plunging into her sex, all of it was about as loud as her squeals of delight as she engulfed me with her mouth while I thrust my lust at her throat.  I also couldn’t help the groan as I came to climax.  An “Oh God!” might have escaped my lips as well.

To her credit, Kat swallowed the whole load that I deposited down her throat and in her mouth.  I sat down hard on the bench in the changing room when I was finished.  Kat finished herself not long after I did.  Her inner thighs were slick with her juices.  She used the swim suit she had tried on to soak up the excess, then pulled her sundress back over herself.

“Thanks stud.  I really, I mean really needed that!”

“I think I might have too Kat.  So thank you.  We probably shouldn’t do this in public that often though.”

“Meh, you worry too much darling,” she said before she tugged me to my feet.  “Let’s go.  Oh, I’m buying this one.”

“Heh, not surprising.”

As we exited the changing room, the attendant was blushing furiously.  Apparently she had returned while Kat and I were still busy with the fitting.  Maybe I had lasted longer than her allowable break time.  It didn’t seem like that long, but it was still a tiny bit of an ego boost.

Kat took the bikini to the checkout counter at the front of the store.  She carefully kept the register clerk from handling the soiled garment as she purchased it.  She was really smooth about it also.  I don’t think I could have done as well as she did.  My wife’s heretofore hidden talents amazed me.

If nothing else, this unexpected and unplanned cruise was shedding new light on my wife that I might never have had if not for this event.  I’d have to thank Jessa for this also.

When I just held out the tag for her to scan it with the reader, the young lady in the checkout lane started to object that I didn’t hand her the bikini.  Then her nostrils flared slightly and her eyes widened.  Apparently my lusty musk on the lining gave her a good reason to do things my way.  She held a bag open for me to drop it in and carry out, then placed my receipt on the counter top instead of my hand.  I smiled and said, “Thank you Emily.”

On the way out, Dale opened the door to exit the building.  There were a couple of gasps behind us when the breeze blew the hem of my sundress up and scandalized the customers by showing all looking my way that I was commando.  Well, except for the butt plug.  It brought a little smile to my face.  Thank you Jessa.

Dale walked me to my car and opened the passenger door for me to get in.  As I bent to get in, he hand slid down from my waist and went beneath the hem of my dress.  Grabbing the butt plug, he gave it a twist and a jiggle causing a moan to escape as I froze.  My hands grabbed the frame and door to steady me.  The thrill from his playing with the toy in my anus traveled up my spine, and expressed itself with shuddering.

“Fuck!  Dale, you better not be trying to start something new.  I know you won’t be ready to do anything about it after that load you shot in my mouth earlier.  I’m driving now.  I need something to distract me from the temptation.”

I reached in and grabbed the towel I had spread on my seat earlier and shoved past him to go around my car to get in the driver’s side.

He looked apologetic and mumbled, “I’m sorry Kat.  I couldn’t resist.”

“Yeah, I felt your lack of willpower stud.  And your mouth wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me this time.  So you sit yourself in the car and think dirty thoughts until you’re ready to use that dick again, okay?”

“I love that you’ve gotten in touch with your inner Jessa, Dear.  I can’t get over how demanding your sex drive is now.  I wish I were 20 years younger so that I could keep up with you.”

“Don’t worry husband.  Soon enough, menopause is going to hit and then I’ll be a cranky old bitty and you’ll be more than enough.  But for right now, don’t write checks your body can’t pay.”

Dale got in and buckled his seatbelt then.  I buckled mine a half second later and started the engine and backed out of the parking space.  As I shifted to drive I added, “I wonder how old Jeff and Zola are.  I hope they are close to our age.  I’m not sure it would work out if they’re closer to Jessa’s age.”

“I never even thought about that,” Dale replied, “I know we were considering marrying Jessa.  I think she would have kept us young with her age deficit.  Maybe that is part of why she turned us down.  She didn’t want to be saddled with two geriatrics in later life possibly.”

He was silent a moment then, and I wasn’t sure I could argue counter to anything he’d said.  But after a moment it occurred to me so I rejoined, “Nah, I think she just couldn’t handle committing to use.  Jessa’s too free a spirit.  We would have, did actually expect her to be exclusive to us.”

I paused then for a moment, I could see this gave Dale food for thought.  Jessa had basically said the same thing to us despite the fact that we weren’t ready to hear it at the time.  By the time I entered the interstate highway again, Dale looked like he was ready to continue the conversation.

“I think she was tempted anyway.”

“Perhaps she was.  And I think she still loves us in her own way.  Just like we will still love her in our own way.  But it’s probably for the best we close that chapter of our story.  Don’t you agree?”

I didn’t look at him because I was paying attention to traffic, but I heard his breathing shift as if he’d finally resigned himself to letting go of the hope Jessa would change her mind and join us anyway.

The Atlanta radio station was beginning to fade to static the further along we made on the road.  Dale fiddled with the radio until he found a station we could listen to.  We’d been making good progress down I-85 for an hour or so having crossed the Alabama border.

The first full song they played was Mobile Bay by Johnny Cash, which I hadn’t heard for a while.  Leave it to the Birmingham station to resurrect that one.  It had topped out at number 60 on the list when it came out.  They followed up with other songs that I would ordinarily consider moldy oldies.  Then again, this was Alabama.  Maybe mold was overlooked as gold.

Anyway, an hour closer to our destination brought us to Montgomery and I was getting hungry.  I was long past being turned on by Dale fiddling with my butt plug and was getting ready to eat something.  Dale had lost track of what I’d told him to concentrate on, so he wasn’t trying to get ready to pleasure me again.  Probably just for the best at any rate, so I suggested he think about where we might have lunch.

“Cracker Barrel?” he queried.

“Oh, hell no.  Find something more upscale stud.  I want to dine in style.  Or at least more in style than that.  It doesn’t need to be extravagant darling, just something less like a cattle trough.”

“Okay, here’s two options, Saffron Indian Kitchen or Texas Roadhouse, which do you prefer?”

“Seriously Dale?  How can you even question that?  Saffron of course!”

“Okay, take exit 11.  It’s kind of out of the way.”

“I don’t give a shit about that.  Just tell me which way to go.”

That’s how we ended up stopping at an Indian food buffet restaurant.  Okay, unless you’ve been to an Indian food buffet restaurant, don’t knock it.  For one, Indian food.  Need I say more?  For two, they provided fresh home, or rather restaurant made Naan.  So now I’m thinking fucking hell, I need to plan an annual excursion to this little restaurant.

Maybe it’s just me, but their Naan was to die for.  And their Saag Paneer, the spices hit just right.  It was orgasmic.  I almost wanted Dale to mount me on their table right there it was so delicious.  On the other hand.  I didn’t really want to take a chance of being banned for life from their restaurant.

After lunch, I had Dale take over driving the rest of the way to Mobile.  Now I wanted to savor lunch and masturbate to the memory on the road.  Heh, yeah, I was fantasizing about Dale bending me over the buffet line there at that little cafe.

It got weird though, dreaming about him smearing the Saag Paneer and then the Chicken Tikka Masala over my pussy before ramming me hilt deep and fucking my brains out while my tits dangled in the spicy Garam Curry with Lentil sauce on the buffet line.

I was trying to keep it low key so that Dale could concentrate on driving, but there was one truck that kept up with us for a good bit after we turned south onto I-65.  It made me think about how Jessa would go online and masturbate for the viewers.  I didn’t think I could do that, but I didn’t mind the trucker getting a look.

Dale pulled into the first rest area after driving about an hour.  He went to the men’s room and I went to look at the vending machines to see if there might be some snack that looked interesting enough to pay the exorbitant price.

While I browsed, a really deep voice spoke up over my shoulder.  It was so deep, my pelvis felt the vibrations.  He said, “I caught your little show a few miles back darlin’...”

I turned to see who owned this marvelous voice that might have shaken my undergarments down to my knees if I were wearing any.  He wasn’t looking eye level until I turned around.

I batted my eyes, and in my best Georgia Peach intonation, “Oh my!  Aren’t we a bit bold, talking to strangers in the rest stop?”

“Why don’t you do yourself a favor honey and drop your boyfriend and step over to my big rig.  I’ll give you the ride of your life and take you anywhere you wanna go.”

“Well sugar, can you sing?”

“Not a note sweet cheeks, but I can make you sing, if you know what I mean.”

“Well Bless Your Heart!  If you can’t sing low and slow like Johnny Cash I’ve got no use for you.  You might as well ride your big rig right on out of here, ‘cause you ain’t gettin’ lucky.  Have a wonderful day honey!”

I caught up with Dale as he walked back to my car, and took his hand in mine.

“Admirer?” he asked.

“Told me he wanted me to ride his big rig and leave you behind my love.  He had a real deep voice.  I felt the vibrations in my butt plug.”

“Were you tempted?”

After a few steps my response was, “I might’ve been if he was able to sing.”

“I guess I better keep practicing my singing then.”

I stopped in my tracks in the middle of the walkway then, blocking traffic until travelers started making their way around us.  It brought Dale up short and he turned with a quizzical look on his face.  “If you get good at singing, I’m going to lock your cock in a cage so that I’m the only one can take it out to play with it.”

He looked fairly perturbed with me and I started to think I’ve overdone it.  My quip had only been in jest, but it seemed now that Dale hadn’t taken it that way.  I opened my mouth to say something else, but he beat me to it.

Gruffly, “Remember.  You’re the one who had Jessa seduce me after all.”

Was he still upset about that?  That left me speechless.

Narrowing his eyes, he added, “You watch yourself, or I’ll lock you in a chastity belt and bra so that I’m the only one can take it out to play with it.”

Then he turned and started off toward the car again.  Dumbfounded, the only the thing that escaped my lips then was a trembling pitiful, “Dale?”

He didn’t stop.  I hurried to catch up.  He was almost to my car and reaching for the door handle.  I began to fear he would leave me.  Heedless of anybody in my way I rushed harder and grabbed the top of the door frame hanging on for dear life just before he got in, pleadingly crying out, “Dale?”

Then he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, “HA!  Got you!  You can dish out the teasing, but you can’t seem to handle getting it back darling.”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!  YOU BEAST!”

I think a few people may have stopped and wondered what the commotion was.  I’d started to feel embarrassed about my outburst and began to worry if the wrong sort of attention was soon to turn our way.

Dale defused the situation when he stepped back, flourished his arm, gesturing that I should get in the driver’s side door and said, “Would you care to drive for a while Kat?  I think I’d feel safer if your hands were occupied with the steering wheel.”

I was seriously flushing red at the moment, afraid to look around and see if I’d actually attracted too much attention to us.  Slightly mollified, I edged into the driver’s seat and Dale closed the door while I waited for him to go around to get in the passenger side and for my face to cool from the heat.

He fastened his seat belt while I started the vehicle.  Cautiously I reversed out of the space and drove back onto I-65.

After a few minutes I stated, “That was a wicked burn hon.  You’ve been saving up for that haven’t you.”

“I kind of have, you know?  Are we good now?  Are we going to have fun on the cruise?”

I had to admit, I’d been feeling and sowing my wild oats quite a bit lately.  The incident served as kind of a wake up call.  I’d been traveling a reckless trajectory, and my darling husband had been my anchor and pulled me back to earth before I’d launched myself into orbit.

“Do I need to apologize Dale?”

He didn’t respond right away, so I got concerned.  I glanced at him quickly, but he just looked like he was contemplatin