Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 4

 Reverend and Mrs. McGinnis: Part 4

Cathy and Sam get tempted.

By Liminally Spaced. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

What a woman.

"I love you," Sam said with a big, bewildered smile.

"I love you too," she said, cuddling next to him to kiss him. They held each other there for a moment in silence, until curiosity got the better of Sam.

"That fantasy of yours was pretty sexy," he said, curling her long brown hair in his fingers.

"Umm, not as sexy as yours," she said with a cute chuckle.

"Who was the guy?" he nervously inquired,

"The guy?"

"The guy in your fantasy, the guy using you?"

Cathy pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at her husband with her smoky eyes. A sultry smirk pulled at her lips. He was so cute. "Just a fantasy." She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm gonna go clean up."

She padded off to the bathroom, dropping the soiled towel in the hamper on the way. Looking back at Sam, he was already starting to drift off to sleep.

It was all just a fantasy, she thought as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Nipples hard, cunt soaked, she thought back to her daydream of being used like a slut by her husband, by Roger, by both of them.

Her hand dipped down into her underwear, finding her throbbing clit almost immediately.

Bracing herself on the bathroom sink she began to touch herself, lighting her body up with shockwaves of pleasure

She was so wet, but tonight it wasn't just the fantasy that drenched her, it was sharing it with Sam, seeing him throb and ache as she told him.

It was the thought of Sam sitting in his church office chair getting a sloppy blowjob from Ginny the twenty-something youth pastor.

It was the thought of him pushing his thick, perfect cock into her tight, young cunt, fucking her right there on the desk. Cathy shuddered at the thought of how tight Ginny must be.

It was the thought of Ginny on her knees, mouth open, happily accepting volley after volley of Sam's hot cum onto her pretty face. Cathy wondered if anyone had ever cum on Ginny's face, if her husband Todd did it. How often did she let her husband cum on her face? Did she like it? Did she beg for it?

But most of all it was the way Sam's cock lurched and throbbed in her hand as she painted the lewd picture to him. She knew he would never dare do something untoward with Ginny for real, but the way he pulsed, the way he throbbed, he clearly had thought about it.

Facials weren't something she and Sam had ever tried, but based on how hard he got in her hands, and how intensely he came at the mention of it, how much thick cum he spurted into the air, it might be something they would need to explore.

Cathy thought about the last guy to cum on her face; the only guy, the only time; and her body shivered. She thought about Sam fucking Ginny. About him cumming on Ginny's face. She thought about being used by Sam. By Roger. She thought about how fucking hard Sam pulsed when he shot off. When he shot off for her. All for her.

Cathy gripped the sink hard, hung her mouth open in a silent scream, eyes scrunched shut, and felt her body contort and spasm as she came.

All just a fantasy. All just a fantasy.

Cathy regained her composure, leaned over and started up the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over her messy body, she couldn't help but wonder what other fantasies Sam would be willing to share with her, and if she'd ever be ready to share the full truth about hers.

Cathy and Sam, on a cruise ship.

Knock Knock Knock. "Mom? Do you know where dad is?"

Cathy's eyes shot wide. She knew exactly where he was: He was leaning against the bathroom sink, gripping the porcelain tightly. She knew because she was on her knees in front of him. On her knees with her one-piece swimsuit pulled down to expose her plump tits. On her knees with dad's hard cock in her mouth.

"I'm not sure, honey," she responded, pulling off her husband's erection with a quiet slurp, "why don't you check down by the pool? He might already be down there." She gripped him at the base of his cock to hold him steady and keep him hard. He throbbed in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess;

"Go check down by the pool, honey, I'll be down there in a couple minutes." Cathy loved her daughter, but she was getting impatient. She wasn't done with Sam yet.

A pearl of precum formed on Sam's tip. Cathy watched it drip down in a long, viscous strand. She felt it on her forearm. She licked her lips. She was getting impatient.

"Yeah, ok," her daughter Christine finally said, "see you down there." Sam and Cathy stayed still and quiet, each straining their ears to hear the click of the motel room door that signaled Christine's exit.

When it finally came, it was like a starting pistol, and Cathy greedily sunk her husband's cock back into her mouth without a word. She took him deep, and she took him fast, sliding her lips and tongue all over his length with renewed vigor.

Cathy loved her husband, and thanks to their recently rekindled sex life she had been reminded how much she loved his cock, especially sucking it. They had been sharing a lot more lately, exploring their sexual fantasies, and dipping into Cathy's sexual past. She had been so nervous to share stories about herself with other men with her husband, but the nerves quickly went away once she saw how much it turned him on.

One such story had preceded their current coupling, when as they were getting ready to head down to the motel pool, Sam came up behind her in the bathroom, embraced her from behind and kissed her neck.

She then recalled a time in college when she and her boyfriend ended up in the bathroom of a club together. Sam pressed himself tight against her as she told him how badly she wanted to fuck her boyfriend in the bathroom that night, but that she was too nervous. The story got them both turned on that after a couple quick garment readjustments, she found herself with her tits out, and his cock in her wet, wanton mouth.

"Oh God, baby, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Sam said through a strained whisper.

She barely had a moment to prepare before the first strong spurt hit her directly in the back of the throat, causing her to gag. Reflexively, she reared back, pulling her mouth off Sam's spurting cock. Thinking fast, she grabbed his spasming member, pushed the flesh of her chest close to him, and began to stroke. Sam moaned. Cathy worked him firmly while trying to catch her breath, hugging him tight while white hot joy leapt out of his flaring cockhead and decorated her chest.

"My lord, baby," Sam said as his orgasm dissipated. He looked down at his wife's cum-covered chest, and felt another aftershock pulse through his dick. "I'm sorry you gagged, but; you look extremely hot right now. Let me get you a towel."

"Wait," She said, leaning back on her heels. She suddenly remembered one of the stories Sam's classmates told him years ago, and had an idea. Standing up, she admired her husband's handiwork in the mirror, and then pulled the front of her bathing suit up over her tits, fastening it behind her neck.

Sam's eyes drifted down to his wife's chest. He always liked that bathing suit. Blue, with a mesh panel in the middle, he enjoyed the peek it gave him at her cleavage underneath. But now a whole new feeling came over him looking at that suit. As she fixed her top back into place, dark splotches appeared on the fabric, soaking through from the inside.

"Ok," she said with a naughty wink, "let's go to the pool!"

His cock flexed in his swim trunks.

Sam and his family were on vacation: a cruise to the Bahamas. It was something they had planned for a long time, and he had looked forward to it, but recently he had become very nervous about it as well. Not because of the boat, or anything like that, but because he and Cathy had rediscovered their passion for each other, and he was worried a week stuck on a boat with their daughter would offer them no opportunities to continue their trend. It was a big boat, however, and looking across the elevator at his cum-soaked wife his worries were beginning to fade.

The whole ride down in the elevator Cathy made sure to face him so he could see the dark stains left on her suit by his cum on her chest. His body was running very hot. He desperately needed to take a swim. God she was so hot. God, he loved her. Loved that she was his, and his only, and that he was hers.

Walking out to the pool, Sam assumed Cathy would jump right into the water, before anyone could see, or speculate about, the dark splotches on her suit, but to his surprise she went right to one of the poolside chairs, sat down, and relaxed.

Sam, on the other hand, dove directly into the pool. He needed to cool off. Lounging around in the water, he couldn't take his eyes off his wife, smiling and chatting with random people, acting perfectly normal, as though she wasn't showing off her husband's cum on her chest.

Even in the chill of the water he felt his cock thicken once again. He chatted with others by the pool, enjoying his time in the sun, but couldn't take his eyes off his wife, still sitting, open to the world, with his semen all over her. It was dry now, to be sure, but he knew it was there, and he was trying to take stock of how much it turned him on. As the pastor of a church he didn't know if he should be getting aroused by such lewd displays, but he couldn't help it. All he could think about at that moment was finding some more time alone to really show his wife what he thought of her exhibitionism.

Cathy looked over the edge of her book at her husband. Her dark sunglasses didn't give it away, but she knew he was staring at her, and she knew exactly why. A smirk pulled at her lips. Seemingly absentmindedly, but really full of intention, she casually drifted her fingers back and forth across the flat of her chest. The dark splotches had long since dried, but the memory was still fresh for both of them.

She smiled a big smile when Sam dunked himself underwater, her little display clearly overheating him. Cathy shifted her legs - her chest may have been dry, but she was quickly becoming conscious of another dampening that people might see if she wasn't careful.

"Looks like our daughters are hitting it off, eh?" A voice came from Cathy's left, snapping her out of her daydream. Looking over to meet it, she was greeted by the smile of an attractive man in his 40's. Short, cropped hair, big smile, slight beard, enough of his shirt open to show off his tan pecs, this guy was a hottie.

"You must be Lola's dad," Cathy said with a smile.

"Indeed I am," he said, extending his open hand, "Mark."

"Cathy," she said back, shaking his hand.

"It's nice that the girls found each other, it can be so hard to find time to actually enjoy these things when you're a parent."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Cathy chuckled, thinking back to the earlier, interrupted blowjob. It had been their only chance to be intimate in the 4 days they had been on the ship so far, and Cathy was starting to get antsy. "Do you do these often?"

"We used to, this is the first one since my divorce a few years ago. Just trying to make things normal again, you know?"

"I do, I do," Cathy said. Glancing back inconspicuously to make sure Sam was watching, Cathy angled her chest toward Mark as they continued chatting. There may not have been any visible sign of it left, but they both knew what was clinging to her skin, mere feet from this stranger's person.

Sam ran water over his head. Who knew his wife, the pastor's wife, was so naughty? And what's more, was she flirting with this guy? Sam found himself flooded with a lot of feelings and thoughts he had never had before, and wasn't sure what they meant or how to process them. Anger, jealousy, delight, all conflicting and existing at the same time. All he knew is that whatever that cocktail was, it was making him hard as a rock.

Mark was a nice guy, successful and worldly, and Cathy knew enough to realize that he was into her. It's true, Cathy was flirting, for sure. She knew it was wrong, especially right in front of her husband, but she knew that he knew that she wasn't going anywhere. It was all in good fun, all in service of the game they were playing, the game she started when she left their cabin covered in his seed. But still, the thought of being the object of attraction, of lust, between these two men sent a deep tingle of excitement through her body.

"So what are you doing for dinner tonight?" Mark asked, warm smile on his face, "would you and Christine like to join us?"

Cathy felt a lump in her throat. "Well, the thing is," she began, searching for the right way to let him down, before suddenly hearing her husband's voice come from beside her.

"Hey Cathy, did you bring the sunscreen down with you?" Sam asked, knowing full well she had. He worked his way close to her, to make sure this guy knew the deal.

"It's in my bag, sweetie," she said with a smile, feeling herself blush slightly as she turned back toward Mark. She made an attempt to introduce the two men, but Mark piped up before she could get the words out.

"Hi, I'm Mark, Lola's dad," he said, hand outstretched. Sam shook it, returning the introduction with one of his own. "I was just saying to Cathy, our kids are getting on pretty famously, would you all like to join us for dinner?"

Cathy tried to make an excuse, but Sam jumped in quickly. "Sure, that sounds great!" They finished their plans, Sam made sure to kiss Cathy firmly, and then he jumped back into the pool.

"He seems great," Mark said, the two of them watching Sam swim away.

"He's the best," Cathy proclaimed, speaking only truth.

"You know, my wife and I had a lot of great experiences together on these cruises," Mark said, before leaning in close. "We also had a lot of great experiences with other people too." Mark stared a hole through her before turning back to taking in the sun. "Just something to think about."

Cathy sat there for a moment, slightly embarrassed, slightly giddy, extremely turned on. "You know what, I think I'm gonna take a dip," she said in a mildly flustered tone, "we'll see you for dinner tonight." Diving into the pool, she swam over to Sam, kissing him deeply. "I'm getting a little overheated, I'm gonna go take a shower and have a nap."

"Sure thing, sweetie," he said. She kissed him again, then made her way back to the cabin.

Standing there nude, under the warm water of the shower, Cathy replayed everything that had just happened. Her body was tingling, her mind racing, the thoughts of Mark's proposition propelling through her. He probably had a great cock, she thought, and she knew from looking at him he had a great body. She couldn't help but imagine that body behind her, sliding into her, fucking her. It wasn't just him though, this wasn't a day dream of explicit infidelity. No, Sam was there as well. In her mind, she imagined Mark fucking her while she sucked Sam's cock. She imagined being on her knees, sucking them both off at the same time, wondering which one would cum first.

With this lewd fantasy bright and vivid in her mind, Cathy grabbed the detachable shower head and aimed the strong streams of water directly at her clit. She knew those thoughts were wrong, she knew they were dirty, but that just made it hotter. Grasping the side of the shower door for balance, Cathy managed to keep in her moans and squeals as she felt her pussy spasm and contract, cumming right there in the cabin bathroom.

Why did these other men penetrate her mind so? She loved her husband, she loved having sex with her husband, why did these other men keep worming their way in? She couldn't get the question out of her mind as she finished getting ready for dinner later that evening.

"You look amazing," Sam said, snaking his arm around her waist and kissing her on the neck. Cathy chose a dress she knew her husband liked, one that dipped deep, and was very kind to her cleavage. She was showing off, for sure, but she wasn't sure who she was showing off For. Was it to remind Sam of what he had? Or to tease Mark with what he'd never get? She took a last look at herself before they left, and her eyes couldn't help but affix to her exposed chest, breasts presented wonderfully by the firm fabric. She got a chill of excitement as she remembered Sam's cum splattered on that same chest only a few hours ago. God he was so hot. God, she loved him.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said with a warm smile, and prepared herself for the dinner ahead. Christine had already breezed past them down the hallway, and Cathy saw it as an opportunity; an opportunity to be truthful with her husband. "Sam," she started, slowing him down with a light tug on his jacket, "I need to tell you something."

"What is it, honey?" Sam said, a slight look of concern washing over him.

"This afternoon, at the pool," she took a big breath before continuing, "Mark sort of; propositioned me."

Sam paused, going silent. "What do you; he stammered, "you mean;

"Yes," she said, momentarily embarrassed, "he wanted to sleep with me."

"Did he know you were married?"

"Yes."

"I see."

There was a moment of silence as Sam processed this information.

"He's divorced, and he said he and his wife used to; enjoy themselves on these cruises. Together and apart."

"I see."

"I was flattered, but not interested," Cathy said, nervously trying to fill the empty space being left by her husband.

"I see." There was a tense pause. Cathy began to worry. Then suddenly Sam snapped out of it, kissed her gently and said "come on, we're going to be late for dinner."

Despite the revelation in the hallway, dinner was cordial, even fun. As things wound down, the girls asked if they could be excused, leaving Sam, Cathy and Mark to share a couple more drinks. The chatting and laughing continued and it was well enough company, Sam thought, but now that it was just the three of them, Sam couldn't shake the knowledge he learned, that Mark wanted to fuck his wife. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else, but now it was getting to him.

Despite trying to downplay it, Cathy was having a great time. Mark may have been a bit of a letch, but he was a very charming letch. She kept trying to check in with Sam, but she couldn't tell where his mind was; what he thought about her revelation. Was he mad? Was he jealous? Was he; turned on? It was this last one that began to more and more occupy her mind. When the morning started she never imagined this is where they'd be. And then came Mark, with his tanned pecs and big smile. And then came the drinks at dinner. And then came the thoughts.

She was actually impressed at how brazenly Mark was making his desires known, right there in front of her husband. It was hot guy confidence mixed with just enough alcohol. She knew it was thoughts she shouldn't be having, but this was a cruise, this was a fantasy, and right then and there she was thinking about what Mark might be packing in his pants, and what it might be like to be double teamed by him and her husband.

Right now their kids were off having fun on the boat. Right now the three of them could be back in their cabin, Cathy, naked and exhausted, desperately sucking on Sam's cock, hungry for his cum while this stranger drove his thick prick into her from behind. Grunting and grasping. Taking what he wanted from her pussy. Or maybe it would be Sam fucking her while she tasted Mark's cock. Or maybe even;

The idea of double penetration had always scared her, ever since she saw it in a porno in college, but then, ever since her old boyfriend slipped his thumb into her ass in the heat of passion, she wondered. Could she take it? Would it feel good?

Mark was droning on about something that he found endlessly fascinating, but Cathy wasn't listening. She was looking at her husband starting to stew as Mark scooted closer to her to help emphasize his middling story. He was never the jealous type, but Mark was brazen enough that Sam couldn't help it. And as Sam became more visibly jealous, Cathy was tipsy enough that she was getting turned on.

"What do you guys think, should we get another?" Mark barked through the laughter at the end of his story. Sam laughed to be polite, but the thought of sitting through another glass' worth of Mark's bloviating made him want to puke. He'd admit he was probably being harsh, Mark was probably a great guy when he wasn't trying to fuck your wife, but the snide remarks about Sam's profession, the entendres insinuating he was boring in bed; it was getting to be enough.

And Cathy seemed to be loving it. She even wore her low-cut dress to dinner, the one that really showed off her tits, she said she wasn't interested in his proposition, but Sam couldn't help but wonder if she wore it for Mark. She never wore a bra with that dress, she didn't need to, and the way her arms pushed her tits up, accenting her cleavage was driving Sam wild. Wild because he didn't know who she was doing it for. He didn't know what his wife was doing, and for some reason; it was starting to make him hard.

"No, I think that's going to be it for us, Mark," Sam said with a smile, "you know how it is for us men of the cloth."

"Ah yeah, early to bed, early to rise, that's in the bible, right?"

"Sure, Mark," Sam said, standing up. He reached out his hand to Cathy. "Honey?"

Cathy was about to protest, but hesitated. There was a certain intensity to Sam's eyes, something she hadn't seen before. She nodded, took his hand, and they said their goodbyes.

"Well it was great to meet you!" Mark said, hugging Cathy for definitely too long. "You too, Sam"

"Yeah same." Sam said cordially but coldly.

"Alright, well I'll be here at the bar if you change your mind!" he said as the couple headed out of the restaurant. They walked in silence. Cathy wasn't sure what to make of it. It distracted her enough to realize they weren't walking toward the elevators, but toward the bathrooms.

"Sam, I think we're going the wrong, " was all she got out before his hand pushed one of the restroom doors open and directed her inside the single-patron restroom.

He locked the door behind them.

Breathing heavily he looked into his wife's eyes. Cathy thought at first he was going to yell at her, chew her out for being so flirty, but then the fire became more intense, but familiar, and she felt her pussy begin to get wet.

Sam pulled her in close, and in a collision of lips and tongue, he kissed his wife deeply. Sam pushed her back against the sink. Her backside hit it firmly, and she gasped. One hand on her face, he pulled close to her again for another deep kiss. Their tongues collided between hot breaths.

Cathy felt his other hand on her thigh, gripping at first, then sliding higher, higher, pushing up her skirt, snaking up to her panties. His fingers entwined in the elastic band for a moment, then began to pull. His other hand joined, and together they frantically began to work the thin covering down Cathy's legs.

Sam broke their kiss and sank to the floor, bringing her panties all the way down with him. A shift, a kick of her foot, and they were off. Sam angled her back, spreading her legs. Her dress pushed up to her waist, and in a moment, Cathy's breath exited her body in an audible groan as her husband thrust his face between her smooth thighs and locked his wet tongue and lips onto her most sensitive area.

Sam slurped and licked away at her with abandon, Cathy gripping the bathroom sink tightly just as Sam had done earlier that day. Pleasure pinballed through her entire being, and one hand shot up to cover her mouth as moans and gasps began to pepper out of her uncontrollably, this wasn't Sam's usual loving oral sex, he was eating her like a delicious, melting ice cream cone. It felt amazing, but Cathy knew Sam wasn't trying to get her to cum, he was trying to get her wet. To get her Ready. And it was working.

Sam disengaged with a gasp from both of them. Cathy caught her breath, and her husband rose up to his feet, staring her dead in the eyes as he dropped the zipper on his slacks, and fished out his already hard, already straining cock.

"Yes; oh, God, yes; Cathy cooed between breaths, wriggling on the cold surface of the sink, looking down at her husband's hard, thick member.

Sam stepped back to meet his wife. Ensuring her backside was firmly planted on the sink, he reached for her legs, pulling them upward, spreading them. Cathy obliged, opening her sopping, desperate center up for him.

Sam grasped his straining cock. He lined up, touching the tip so gently to the opening of his wife's pussy and pushed, even in this heightened, erratic state Sam made sure she was ok. What a guy. What a hot fuck. What a husband.

Cathy groaned, she was soaking wet, but she was still tight. Sam pulled back after only getting in the tip, working her juices around the rest of his shaft, and pushed again. This time, with a long, low moan, she took him, all of him.

Cathy threw one arm around her husband, pulling him close as sensation shot through her body. Sam pulled out slowly, testing his runway. He pushed in again. Another gasp from Cathy. This time he slid in to the hilt easily. She was slick. She was ready.

Sam leaned into her, anchoring her on the thankfully sturdy sink. He withdrew, then pushed into her again, with purpose. Another moan. Another, quicker push. Another moan. He picked up his speed and rhythm and began fucking his wife with purpose there in the restaurant bathroom of the cruise ship. Her moans began to turn to squeaks and squeals; he smiled, she would always begin to squeak and squeal when she was really turned on; when he fucked her hard. Her moans were so sexy to him. It made him so hard knowing he was sending so much pleasure into her beautiful body.

He wanted to fulfill her fantasy of getting fucked in a public bathroom. He loved fucking her, loved making her cum, loved that he was her husband, that he belonged only to her; and she only to him.

And he wanted to make sure she remembered that last part.

Cathy's breath could barely stay in her body, it was propelling out of her at such a rate with each deep, penetrating thrust of Sam's cock. He was fucking her hard, harder than he had in a while, and her body was on fire, lighting up with pleasure like a pinball machine. His lips suckling the flesh of her neck, she held on to him for dear life, her body lustily accepting his thick cock with wet, throbbing, desperate lubrication.

She thought back momentarily to that night in college years ago, where she and her boyfriend slipped away to the club bathroom. She remembered how badly she wanted to fuck him, but had to settle for his fingers clumsily rubbing her pussy as they made out. She hadn't cum, but she got close, propelled by the wish that he would fuck her right there. It was that same thought that propelled her to a strong orgasm only a few hours later as they fucked in his car. She remembered seeing the low light of the distant rising sun, and how her body was still buzzing so much that she barely even registered when he pulled out and shot three, thick streams of cum over the cheek of her ass and onto her back.

But that was then, and this was now, and she knew it was better than it ever would have been before, now she was living her fantasy, hiked up crudely on the sink of a public restroom, with so many unsuspecting people just outside not knowing that just feet away she was getting deep-dicked by the man she loved. At that moment there were no ex-boyfriends, no Mark. Only Sam.

Sam fucked her hard and fast. Her pussy felt so good, it always did, and the heat of the situation was getting to him. He felt the spring inside him start to coil tight, felt his cock hardening into iron and the hair stand up on his neck. The squeaks and squeals from his panting wife egged him on, and quickly he was racing toward the sheer edge of ultimate pleasure.

"Do you want it, baby? Do you want it?" He growled into her ear.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes Sam I want it!" She gasped back.

"On your knees," He hissed, then pushed off of her, consumed by lust.

A shiver ran through Cathy's body, and tingled through her pussy. She obeyed the order without question, pulling her dress down to expose the supple skin of her plump breasts as she did.

The sight of her tits sent a buzz of pleasure through Sam's body. He stepped forward, cock in hand, stroking furiously, and another, final command: "open your mouth."

Cathy's eyes went wide, and she immediately did as she was asked. Not a second later, Sam shuffled forward, aimed the tip of his swollen, straining cock at his bride's open mouth, and exploded.

The first volley of thick, white cum leapt into Cathy's mouth, causing her to reflexively shut it. The next splattered her chin and up her cheek, the next lashed the smooth skin of her neck. Two more shot out, painting her clavicle. Sam stroked hard and grunted deep. Cathy's chest rose and fell as she gasped at the feel of the remainder of his boiling-hot semen peppering her upper body.

"Oh my God, Sam," she shuddered, coming back to earth, "holy shit."

Sam stumbled backward, and after a moment of breath catching, tucked his softened cock back into his pants. Cathy was sad to see it go. He looked down at his wife, her topless body covered in his seed, and smiled. Stretching out his hand to help her off her knees, she took it and rose to her feet.

"I don't know where that came from, but; wow." she said, getting her bearings. "Could you hand me a towel?"

The lust wasn't gone from Sam's eyes. He shook his head no.

"Fix your dress," he said.

"Sam, I can't, " she began.

"Fix your dress."

Cathy looked at him. He was serious. She pulled up the top of her dress, covering her glistening tits enough for public display, but it didn't matter, the tops of her globes, the flat of her chest, her neck, her chin, were all still lashed with Sam's semen, and in full view of anyone who might be looking.

Holding her hand again, he reached to unlock the bathroom door.

She felt a tingle deep inside, once she realized what she was about to do. Drying spots on dark fabric was one thing, but this was fresh cum on her visible skin, on her face, for the entire world to see.

Cathy felt her pussy gush.

The door opened and the lovers exited. They were immediately greeted by an older woman. Cathy couldn't help but catch her gaze. The woman's eyes went wide and Cathy felt herself blush.

"Seasick," Sam said to the woman, giving her a smirk and an eye roll, "what're you gonna do, right?"

The two continued on, back into the body of the restaurant. The light was low enough that maybe no one would even notice what was gently clinging to her skin, but still Cathy felt her whole body flush with heat; and excitement.

She made a move in the direction of the exit, but she felt a light tug on her hand. Sam was talking them the long way around, he was taking them past the bar.

"Goodnight, Mark," Sam said as they breezed past their dinner companion. Mark barely had time to even register their presence, let alone Cathy's current state, and yet a buzz of electricity shot straight through Sam and Cathy both as they moved past. Mark's head only turned toward them at the last minute, but by then they had already made it to the three stairs at the exit, and were headed toward the elevators.

When the elevator door closed the two burst out laughing, neither believing what they had just done. When the laughter died down, their lusty looks returned. Sam reached for his handkerchief and stepped in close to his wife, taking one last look at his artwork before gently wiping his cum off of her chin. A deep kiss. Then he ran the handkerchief over the warm skin of her neck, and across the top of her tits.

"Don't you like what you've done to me anymore?" Cathy said with a breathy whisper as he continued to collect his cum. Why was this part making her even hotter, she thought?

"I love it; I just don't want to have to answer any questions to our daughter if she's already back in our room."

They kissed again. He felt her pussy rub against his thigh.

Back in their room, they were still alone, no sign of Christine, and Sam quickly pulled Cathy into the bathroom, where their adventure had started earlier that day.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too."

A deep, passionate kiss.

Sam's fingers raised up the hem of her dress, as he nestled her comfortably on the edge of the sink. He kneeled in front of her.

"I think you left your panties in the restaurant," he chuckled as her bare, wet pussy came into view.

He didn't wait for a response. He licked his lips, leaned in, and Cathy gasped as his tongue came in contact with her steaming flesh.

They had time, they didn't need to rush, and there in the bathroom, Sam savored the taste of his wife, enjoying her like the gourmet meal she was.

Her hand ran through his hair, lovingly stroking sometimes, desperately gripping others.

He slipped his fingers inside her, just as she liked.

Her gentle moans and coos crescendoed to a stifled, wanton groan, she was doing her best to keep it down just in case.

He worked her body slowly, methodically. He worshiped her with his tongue. She smiled. He felt her contract and spasm around his fingers with her first orgasm. She calmed down, but Sam didn't, and she was taken by surprise as he continued on, working on bringing about her second roiling orgasm there in the bathroom of the cruise ship.

He would say later it was only fair she got two if he got two.

Back at home, Cathy found herself unable to stop thinking about their time on the boat. She had felt so slutty, but so safe and so loved. She'd touch herself, thinking about how sexy her husband was, how depraved this man of God could be when it was safe to be so under the bounds of holy matrimony, somehow, she thought, that made it so much hotter. But every now and then, between flashes of getting eaten out in the bathroom, or Sam making her sticky with his cum only to march her past the restaurant patrons, she'd see flashes of something else. Flashes of Mark.

She'd masturbated on the boat thinking about fucking him, it was true, and even though she and Sam had both rightfully rejected him then and there, the thought still turned her on. What did it mean? Was she unhappy in her sex life with her husband? No, clearly that wasn't it. Did she want to branch out and fuck someone else? Between errant thoughts of Roger, and lustful thoughts of Mark, she began to worry. She searched her subconscious as she touched herself, trying to figure out what it was that was heating her up, what it was that was turning her on.

She explored, physically and mentally, searching, probing, when suddenly she caught on an image: Mark, on his back, his cock in her mouth, while Sam fucked her from behind. At least she thought it was Mark, the identity of the other man wasn't fully clear, but the scenario was. Once again, Cathy pictured herself getting fucked by two men, her husband and another, and just as they both began to cum, so did she. Lying there in bed, Cathy's body shook, and a hot, heavy orgasm ripped through her.

After it faded, she was left with only her thoughts. Then it hit her. She knew what she needed, what she desired, and she knew; it was finally time to tell her husband about it.

Based on a post by Liminally Spaced. For Literotica.