Chapter 1 – A Surprising Night at the Bar
Chapter 2 – Leaving The Hotel
Chapter 3 – Arriving at the Vixen
Chapter 4 – The Stateroom
Chapter 5 – The Blue Bar
Chapter 6 – Trouble with Teasers
Chapter 7 – The Fun is Just Beginning
Chapter 8 – Aftermath of the Jiggle Factor Contest
Chapter 9 – Round Robin Blowjob
Chapter 10 – Moving on Toward Aruba
Chapter 11 – Amy and Vicky Talk
Chapter 12 – What’s Going on with Cindy?
Chapter 13 – A Disturbing Phone Call
Chapter 14 – Confrontation on the Beach
Chapter 15 – Back to the Spa
Chapter 16 – Video Conference Call
Chapter 17 – Relaxing in the Spa
From the Author
The Lust BoatBook 1
by Anna Dubois
A Short Story 19,959 words
Copyright ©2014 All Rights Reserved
– A Surprising Night at the Bar
I excused myself to use the restroom. When I return to the bar some guy is talking to my wife. He introduced himself as Carl while we shake hands and he pats me on the back.
“Your lovely wife told me that she was here with her husband. I’m disappointed to see that she was telling me the truth.”
“Yes, we’re celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary.”
I thought he would quickly leave after this, but instead he bought us a round of drinks to celebrate our anniversary. I was growing more concerned while we were waiting for a table as I realized that Carl was growing more confident with his conversation with my wife.
While we were drinking our third round of drinks Carl used his phone and made dinner reservations at another popular upscale restaurant within walking distance.
Thinking nothing of it we graciously accepted his offer and by the time we finished our drinks and walked over to the place our table was ready and we were escorted by our waitress to the table. She soon disappeared after taking our orders for drinks and quickly took care of our dinner selections.
My wife seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting from Carl and she even sat down next to him sitting across from me after returning from the restroom.
My wife, Cindy, has always been outgoing and flirtatious. She always enjoyed meeting new people wherever we were so most of her behavior up to this point was really no big deal to me. It’s just the way she was and we always had fun meeting new people.
But now her behavior was beginning to bother me. I don’t own my wife, she is a free spirit and my philosophy has always been to allow people to relax and enjoy themselves in social settings.
I’m a pretty laid-back guy with a relaxed attitude and open mind. However, it was becoming pretty obvious that Carl was beginning to become more openly flirtatious with my wife and she wasn’t doing anything to discourage him.
In fact she seemed to becoming more infatuated with him as time went on and the flirting became less subtle and more ‘in your face’ like a challenge ‘look what I’m doing, what are you going to do about it?’
Well, I made a decision right there that I would let Cindy have her fun. After all we were celebrating her most special day and I wanted her to be happy. I’m not some titanic ex-athlete from my school days gone by, I’m just an average guy. But I’m quiet, fairly reserved, emotionally balanced, and most of all I actually think about situations before responding with irrational behavior driven by raw emotion.
“Don’t mistake kindness for weakness,” is the phrase that came to mind while I sat there watching Carl become more cozy and blatantly flirting with my wife.
After whispering something in her ear Cindy glanced at me and started giggling while rolling her eyes.
“The dance floor on the outside patio is going to be open in a few minutes,” Carl said. “Your husband won’t mind you dancing with me, will he?”
Looking at me with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes my wife of 20 years took a moment to study my face before making her decision.
“I think he’ll be fine with it. I love to dance and we’re here to have fun.”
She was giggling now as she turned back to face him while he was gently rubbing her forearm.
“You’re a grown woman, Cindy, and you’re quite capable of making your own choices,” I said.
Inwardly I was seething, the inner whistle of my water kettle retorting loudly in my ears as I began shutting down my emotions. I’ve only been at this stage a few times in my life and I knew from past experience that I had to turn everything off or I would have in irreversible explosive reaction.
Cindy and I were like any other normal couple whose marriage had survived to this level of maturity. You don’t live with someone for 20 years without having arguments and moments of emotional outbursts from the outside influences that life challenges you with on a daily basis.
Cindy should have recognized immediately that I was in a very dangerous state of mind. The consumption of alcohol and her growing infatuation with Carl had obviously clouded her judgment.
But she was on her own. I don’t play these kind of manipulative relationship games and she should have known better. After all she has been my wife for 20 years and we didn’t have secrets from each other about how we felt when it comes to the important foundations of our relationship like trust, communication, and above all, loyalty.
I glanced over at Carl, who had a smug smirk on his face, challenging me with his expression. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was insulting me as her husband by directing the conversation about dancing with my wife the way he had. Talking to her about me, instead of talking to me.
My face was completely devoid of emotion as I inwardly shrugged. Cindy was a grown woman, she was aware that actions had consequences and she certainly wasn’t in a position that her honor needed to be defended by her loyal husband.
No she was doing well enough, humiliating herself with her behavior. Actions speak louder than words and she was apparently pushing the boundaries of loyalty and trust.
Needing a little more time to calm down, and take care of the biological need to get rid of the excess fluids from our drinks earlier, I excused myself and went to the restroom.
Coming back to the table I noticed Carl’s hand on my wife’s thigh while they were giggling with each other while they were casually flirting.
Cindy jumped up, grabbing Carl’s arm.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
Her laughter fading while he led her out to the patio and they soon disappeared on the crowded patio dance floor.
Figuring they would be back after a quick dance I stayed at the table so we wouldn’t lose it. Several songs later it became apparent that I had been abandoned at the table to my growing humiliation. So I paid the bill and went out to the patio to find out what my wife was up to.
It took me awhile to navigate through the dance floor and I found Carl and my wife in some secluded shadows on the back edge of the patio.
My wife was obviously enjoying herself while she was grinding her ass on his crotch to the beat of the music while Carl was aggressively groping her tits through her blouse.
Now I’m a natural voyeur, just like any other normal man, but there was nothing arousing about watching my wife being treated like this by another man. The circumstances leading up to this had already ensured that I was not happy at all about this situation.
But what happened next was another one of life’s challenges that I thought I would never have to actually face. How naive the fate of man over the fickleness of a woman.
At that moment Cindy noticed me approaching them through the crowded dance floor. She turned to face me leaving Carl attached to her back like an octopus with his arms wrapped around her chest while his hands were constantly sensually massaging her breasts.
Smirking at me like a little girl getting caught doing something naughty. There was a pink flush radiating from her from her upper arms that extended up to her exposed cleavage to her neck. But there was no flush of embarrassment or shame on her face. Just a look of heightened arousal driven by lust.
“Carl is going to take me for a walk along the beach. I don’t know when we’ll be back,” my wife said. “He’ll drop me off at our hotel room later. I’m sure you’ll be there when I get back. Have fun!”
I was stunned with shock, unable to do anything, with my mouth hanging open. Temporarily unable to speak or even think. I watched them turn away from me and walk off into the shadows of the night toward the sound of the surf nearby. Their laughter fading into the night as they held hands and left me standing there like an idiot.
– Leaving The Hotel
Using my phone as I walked off the dance floor and headed back to our hotel room I quickly fired off an SMS message.
“Ed, get in touch with me as soon as you can.”
Guys don’t have BFF’s, that’s just another one of those mysterious girl thingys to me, but if I did Ed would be at the top of the list. We’ve known each other for 30 years. Did all those boy things that established strong long-term male bonding; like shedding blood with and for each other when we were young and stupid, maturing with each other through the battlefield of relationships with the opposite sex, and continued to strengthen that bond over the years with close business and personal relationships.
Ed was not only my personal lawyer, but also my business attorney, and between us over the years we have developed a large network of clients and associates all over the place.
We were always joking around with each other that if we don’t personally know someone between us that can handle whatever problem there is, that the problem really isn’t worth our time or consideration.
As the elevator doors opened depositing me on the floor to our hotel room my phone buzzed letting me know that I had an incoming text message.
“What the hell do you want asshole? Do you know what time it is? Some of us have to actually work for a living.”
For the first time in the last few hours an uncontrolled smile cracked across my face as I chuckled to myself over Ed’s expected response to my message.
“Go back to sleep then, jerk-wad!” I said. “Or roll over and have some spontaneous combustion with Jackie while you tell her I said ‘Hi!’. Call me when you get into the office.”
His reply came back when I was entering our hotel room. Stepping through the door’s threshold, heading for the bathroom, I burst out laughing when I looked at the picture he sent me on my phone of an Orangutan flipping me off.
“Yeah, yeah, you freaking monkey,” I mumbled to myself as I left a trail of clothes behind me on the floor leading to the shower.
Standing under the hot spray I spent the time thinking about what I wanted done tomorrow. I felt my body begin to relax as the stress and adrenaline left my body from the massaging impact of water directed over my body from six shower heads in the glass enclosed shower stall.
Feeling more refreshed I looked around the hotel room deciding what I needed to pack in my bags before I got dressed in casual light clothing for a temperate climate.
It took me just under an hour since my wife basically said, “Fuck Off”, as I stepped out into the clear night air and looked up to see a black Lincoln Towncar waiting for me at the porte-cochere of the hotel.
After taking care of packing the luggage in the trunk and tipping the valet I hopped into the backseat and reached for a tumbler from the bar. Deciding to relax with a scotch, neat, before beginning the next leg of my journey.
Glancing up after tinkering around the bar having fixed my drink, I found a pair of deep-green emerald colored eyes looking at me in the driver’s rear view mirror.
“Where to Sir?”
“Hi Amy. How are Mike and the kids,” I said.
“They’re fine. Thank you for asking Mr. Fields,” came the reply from the grinning impish face in the mirror.
Shaking my head while rolling my eyes.
“Knock it off, Amy. Who’s in port tonight?”
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