Where Hearts Desire

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?