[FF] I hooked up with a married woman on Day 1 of my New Year’s Cruise.

Have you ever shopped while drunk on Amazon?

Well, drunk me thought it would be a good idea to drunk book a cruise and not realize it until she read her credit card statement. By the time I realized it, it was too late to get a full refund so I just thought "to heck with it," I'll try to get someone to go with me.

Only no one would/could go with me. You see, drunk Kayley thought it would be a good idea to book a cruise for New Years, and all of my "friends" already had "plans" (I'm kidding, they're great tho).

In any event, I was destined, it seemed to go on my very first singles cruise. That's a perfectly normal thing to do right?

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Last Saturday, I boarded the ship in Long Beach (Mexican Riviera trip) and within minutes I had a drink in my hand—chocolate espresso martini 🤤.

Nervous, anxious, excited—I was feeling all of these things at once. I didn't want to be a loner. I wanted to make friends, which I knew meant getting out of my comfort zone. I started some nice conversations and added some people on the cruise messaging app, then it was time to check out our rooms.

I got to my room and rinsed off in the shower (nearly melting my skin off in the process) and hopped into my favorite bikini. There were a lot more kids on board than I anticipated so I went up to the top deck to the 21+ lounge/whirlpool area.

Piña colada in hand, I sat in a lounge chair and began to soak in the sun while working on my buzz so I could be social. About 5 minutes passed when the chair next to mine was taken but a gorgeous brunette in a black one piece, a piece of translucent mesh stretching across the chest and showing off a bit of cleavage. She was very attractive.

"Hi, I love your bathing suit!" the drinks were already taking effect

"Thank you! I saw the most attractive girl here and wanted to be sure to introduce myself."

Not me feeling myself turn a perfectly embarrassing shade of pink.

"Me?? Look at you! You're stunning! I'm Kayley."

"Laura. Nice to meet you."Just then, a man appeared by my cruise crush and handed her a strawberry daiquiri. "And this is my husband, Mike."

Fuuuck. I thought to myself. I thought for sure she was single. She wasn't wearing a ring, and I definitely thought she was flirting.

I said hello to Mike—who looked dangerously similar to Michael Bublé, though a little thinner—and maintained a polite conversation with the happy couple, a bit forlorn. I told them I was here alone and they invited me to hang out with them whenever I wanted.

It seemed I hadn't found my cruise fling in Laura—she seemed very much infatuated with her husband, like honeymooners honestly. But I guess I sorta found my cruise Mom and Dad, which was cool too. They were both in their forties (though I definitely wouldn't have guessed Laura to be that old).

Anyway, Laura, Mike, and I talked for literal hours, and it was soon time for dinner. The couple invited me to dinner with them (knowing I was here alone) and I accepted. I went back to my room to get changed (bikinis weren't allowed in the restaurant we were dining at). I slid on a pair of jeans over my bikini bottoms and a blouse over my top and met Mike and Laura there.

Best cruise ship food I've ever had. The service was great too. We had a lovely group of servers. The three of us shared a bottle of red wine, and the conversation took an interesting turn. Laura asked if I had a man in my life, and I said "well, I don't have anyone in my life, plus both of the sexes are fair game for me."5. Mike and Laura looked at each other like they were having the world's fastest conversation with their eyes.

"Laura is . . . curious about that." Mike said.

"You are?" I turned to Laura.

Why was my heart pounding?

I felt a hand on my knee, Laura's hand.

"Mike and I are heading to a mixer after dinner. Why don't you join us? Our treat! Isn't that right hun?" Laura looked back at her husband, whose eyes were fixed on me, almost glazed over.

"Huh? Oh yes, our treat!"

I thought it a bit weird that a married couple was going to a mixer, but I wasn't about to say no to free drinks…

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When Laura told me about the mixer, she failed to mention it was age 40+. I was the youngest person there by close to two decades. So there I am pretending to be 40 . . . and clearly not 40, but at least Laura posed as my friend and attested to my being old enough to be there, even though I don't think anyone with any level of discernment believed us. I got hit on by a lot of "experienced" gentleman, and the three of us had a good laugh about it.

Laura, Mike, and I had a few more drinks, and I'm a bit of a "lightweight" when it comes to drinking, which probably is why I found myself coming onto Laura in front of her husband.

"So….you're curious…have you ever…kissed a woman?" I asked, feeling my cheeks pink up.

"Never!" She responded loudly and wide eyed.

"Would your husband ever…you know…let you?" I asked side eyeing Mike.

Laura suddenly locked eyes with me very seriously, and leaned in, her blouse opening slightly as she whispered in my ear.

"Why don't you try and find out."

I thought my heart was going to burst through my chest. I looked at her red lips, then at her blue eyes, then back at her lips, then leaned in and kissed her in front of her husband. And she returned my kiss, in a space full of people, no less. I could feel the room's gaze on us, but all I cared about was her lips, the sweet taste of citrus and vodka on her breath.

We broke our kiss and we were definitely wearing each other's lipstick. She liked it, I could tell. Mike liked watching it, I could tell.

Mike and Laura had another silent conversation with their eyes before I felt Laura's hand on my knee again.

"Kayley, would you like to come back to our room?"

They had clearly talked about this before. As much as I liked Laura (and Mike) and despite very much wanting to go to their room, I thought at that moment that I might be getting involved in something a little too quickly.

"Um, I really really enjoyed that. But I'm not sure if that is the best—"

"Before you finish," Laura interrupted, "I-we have no expectations of anything happening, and we would never ever want to make you uncomfortable!"

Truthfully, I barely registered what she said. I was just staring at her lips. I changed my mind as quickly as I had made it up before.

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Back in Mike and Laura's room, which was three decks above mine, I learned a lot more about them than I ever anticipated. They had recently opened up their marriage, they had participated in a "ménage a toi" or two and had spoken recently about exploring Laura's bisexual side. They explained again that they did not expect me to do anything, and that if I felt more comfortable without Mike there, that he would leave.

Since I did feel a little weird being watched by her husband (even though I have done many more uncomfortable things), right off the bat, we agreed that Mike would go to the Casino and gamble their money away while Laura and I "talked" some more.

Not 5 seconds from the door closing, and Laura turns to me.

"May I kiss you again?" She asked, biting her lip.

My lips unhesitatingly met hers and since we were no longer being watched, we were free to explore while we kissed. We started slow at first, then our mutual hunger just enveloped each other. I rolled on top of Laura and sat up, straddling her as I quickly peeled off my blouse, my red polka dot bikini top barely covering my tits. I didn't know how far this was going to go, but I wanted Laura to know I was hoping it would keep going.

Laura didn't say another word and reached up and pulled my head back down to meet her lips while we slowly humped over our clothes.

Me silently cursing myself for wearing jeans instead of a skirt, like Laura.

I broke the kiss again.

"I'm sorry, I have to take these off," I said, clumsily lifting myself off of Laura and standing up.

Only, I wasn't the only one to stand up. Laura joined me and replaced my hands on the pants clasp with hers, placing light kisses along my neck and the uncovered skin of my chest while helping me shimmy my jeans over my ass until I could step out of them.

Laura then stepped back and lifted her top. She was wearing a red bra, and when her skirt fell to the floor, her thong clearly was made to match.

My eyes trying not to bulge out of my head while I openly drooled.

We fell on the bed again and my hands went straight for one of her cups and pulled it down revealing her single perfect breast. I eyed her nipple then looked at her questioningly and she nodded, giving me the OK.

I latched and sucked and licked and elicited the sexiest moan from Laura that I think I've ever heard.

"Ohhhhhh my godddddd!"

I pulled the other cup down roughly and gave her other breast equal treatment, then moved a free hand over the very wet cloth covering her mound.

"Ohhhh, ffffuccckkk!"

I rubbed her mound slowly but firmly over her thong then stretched up to lock lips once more. Between breaths, I pulled away.

"Can I taste you?"

"I don't know," Laura started, then reached down and pulled her thong away from her pretty pink pussy, "can you?"

I gave her a naughty smile then kissed slowly down her neck, her clavicle, her sternum, her belly, and paused briefly above her slit, memorizing it and devising the best way for my tongue to give her pleasure.

Then I bent down, ass in the air, flattened my tongue, and starting at her perineum, softly dragged my tongue upward along the length of her lips.

"Oooooohhhhmmmmm."

"I want you to tell me exactly what you like, ok?" I told her.

Laura nodded and I repeated the same movements over and over again to a chorus of her moans.

After a good while I flattened my tongue against Laura's clit and gently eased one manicured finger into her well lubricated tunnel.

"Ohhhh my god, yesssss!"

I slowly moved my finger in and out, establishing a rhythm while my tongue began gently exploring her folds, regularly coming back to her clit. I added a second finger and increased my pace, hooking my fingers upwards just so (and exactly how I like it), now gently sucking on her clit, her pubic hair tickling my nose.

"Oh my god, just like that, keep doing that! Keep doing that!"

I certainly wasn't about to stop. I relentlessly fucked and sucked exactly how she told me to, and her hips began bucking upward into my mouth. Her quick breaths devolved to sharp grunts as I felt her hands comb through my hair and grind her pussy into my mouth.

Laura's eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

She pushed my head away just as she hit her peak, my fingers still doing their work,

"AH!" A jet of squirt slammed into my face.

"Holy fuck!" I laughed, so surprised that my fingers stopped. I've never been with a woman who could squirt.

"AH! AH! AH! AH!" Squirt after squirt of juices erupted violently from Laura's pussy, her fingers quickly replacing the void that mine had left as I watched in both shock and excitement.

When it seemed that Laura was decrescendoing, I dove back in and tasted her tangy cum.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I should've warned you!" She explained that she had been a squirter ever since having her kids. Crazy.

We kissed again.

"Can I return the favor?" Laura asked.

"I don't know," I said, untying my bikini bottoms and throwing them to the floor, then laying back down beside her. "Can you?"

Laura pulled me to the edge of the bed and got on her knees between my legs.

"Wait." I said "Give me your phone."

"Why?" Laura asked while handing me her phone.

"So your husband can watch…later." I replied while swiping the camera app and starting to record.

Laura immediately adapted and started to play it up. And I helped a bit.

"Hiii Michael," she waved to the camera before diving between my legs and slowly licking the length of my wanting pussy.

"Oh godddd, baby, just like that," I whined a little theatrically, but needing it all the same.

For her first time eating pussy, Laura was an absolute natural. She mimicked much of what I did with the long strokes of her tongue before focusing on my clit and inserting a finger, and then another.

"Ooooohhmygod, that feels so fucking good, Laura! Now curve your fingers a bit, oh yeah, oh FUCK, ok and suck on my clit, oh yes, like that, keep doing that."

Laura was a great a listener, and soon I was on the edge. I didn't want it to end, but I wanted to give her the satisfaction of finishing me off.

"Ooooo, baby, do you want to make me come?"

She nodded her head vigorously between my legs. With that, I felt my pleasure crescendo to its peak and crash violently, I clamped her head between my thighs and came on Laura's face. Hard.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" I came with the desperation I haven't felt in ages. Laura latched on and worked me through it. When my climax dissipated, I released her head from my leg lock and the gorgeous face I'd met only hours earlier was completely covered in my juices.

Laura looked up at the camera and blew a kiss, then took the phone and stopped the recording. We embraced and kissed, tasting each other once more.

We made plans for the next day and I put on my clothes and left (I was starving—I wanted pizza).

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Several hours later, well past midnight, I was lying in my bed when I got a text from Laura.

"Thank you for tonight 😘"

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More happened with Laura and Mike this past week, but this has already gone too long and those are stories for another time.