Cruising With Karen:Part 1 - Sex Stories

Cruising With Karen:Part 1

I was fortunate enough to win a cruise for two to the Caribbean. So, naturally I called up Karen and asked if she could go along. Much to my delight, she accepted. We met in Miami and rode together to the pier. I was totally amazed at the size of this ship. Taller than an aircraft carrier but just as long, it almost made you wonder just how in hell did it not roll over. After boarding we made our way up to the tenth floor and checked out the room: private bath, king size bed, a couch, a TV, a fridge stocked with water, beer, wine and some booze. And of course, our own private balcony! From the moment I saw it, I pictured Karen, naked, leaning over the rail, my hands clutching her breasts, thrusting deep from behind until she milked me dry, then stepping back into the room, dropping on the bed and continuing to play. And we’d be doing this for a whole week! We decided to go up and get some food by the pool as we explored the ship. Stepping out of the cabin, into the hallway we met our next door neighbors. Deiter and Inge, a forty-something couple from Germany, who cruised quite often. We decided to go exploring together and wound up grabbing some lunch by the pool. As we sat and chatted, getting to know one another better, the conversation went from hometowns and travel to more personal stuff. I noticed at one point, Inge’s hand kept disappearing under the table and Dieter kept smirking. Curiosity getting the better of me, I dropped my napkin and peeked under the table. ...

... Inge’s hand was wrapped around Dieter’s exposed cock, slowly stroking it. I also saw Dieter’s hand cupping the crotch of Inge’s shorts. Emerging from my napkin rescue mission, I saw both of them smiling. I’d been busted! I blushed. Unfazed at being caught, Dieter said, in slightly accented but otherwise perfect English, “We like to enjoy each other as much as possible. We also like the danger aspect of being caught. It makes it more exciting for us.” Then he raised the hand from her crotch and fed her his middle finger, visibly damp from his under the table adventure. The conversation turned to sex very quickly, covering likes, dislikes, kinks and experiences. Finally, Inge asked me, “Would you like to party with us? We like to swing and enjoy other people as well as each other.” I turned to Karen, silently questioning her, searching for an answer in her eyes. She looked back at me, smiled, turned to Inge and Dieter, and said, “Hell yes!” Dieter mentioned the possibility of connecting the two staterooms via the balconies and we readily agreed. What I had envisioned as a fun trip with a gorgeous redhead, just took on a new meaning. With the two rooms connected, we sat down and discussed our arrangement in detail. Dieter, as it turns out, is a Dom, Inge is a switch. Our roles were not any different than normal, with me deferring to Karen, letting her be the dominant in our relationship. Additionally, Dieter and Inge were practitioners of mild BDSM. -------------- MY CABIN We split ...