The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 7

Chapter 11

“I’m going to watch as you fuck her.”

Cassandra felt a rush at her husband’s order. She always did when he got this way. She knew most would consider it a weakness that she liked to give in to his desires. She’d always been that way. She was a sub, and yes, over the years, the things that she did for Marshall got more and more extreme, but it always felt good to do as she was told—the naughtier, the better.

This order, coming at this moment, on this ship, with this man, felt like diving off the Horizon Deck only to realize how far down the water was.

Cassandra knew that she should tell Marshall who Austin was. She’d been leading Marshall on to keep him happy, making him think that she’d already hooked up with Austin, but the white lie had run its course.

Before she could figure out how to confess, though, Austin shrugged. “Not the way I thought things would go tonight, but you know what?” He looked right at Cassandra. “I’m game if you are.”

She couldn’t agree more with his first statement, and she realized that she was up for the second, too. She slipped her hand into Austin’s first, then Marshall’s. “Come on, our cabin awaits.”

***

Cassandra hadn’t been this nervous since the first time she’d been with a man while Marshall watched, the night she  became a hotwife. That was almost five years ago. Marshall had floated the idea slowly at first, sharing books and watching movies that featured the theme. He’d get so worked up whenever she told him that a guy had hit on her at the gym. Their horse trainer was a guy named Hank, good natured Montana-native whom Marshall always teased her about.

One day, Marshall invited Hank over to their place after a hard day of riding. After a few drinks and under the intoxicating eye of her husband, Cassandra had started to make out with Hank. She could still smell his musk, even now, the scent of a man at work. She’d ended up naked, blowing him while Marshall watched. The rush was as strong as any drug, and when Marshall told Hank to fuck her, she nearly came before he was even inside of her.

Cassandra could still remember the way Hank had looked at her, and the way Marshall had watched. Hank was so different from her husband. She loved the feel of his calluses and the smell of horse that he could never fully wash away. She loved that he was different, new. But most of all, she loved what it had done to Marshall—the intensity of her husband, the way he’d ravaged her when Hank left, the feeling of being reclaimed.

Here she was feeling that heady storm of emotions all over again. Only it wasn’t Marshall’s intense gaze bringing the thunder this time. It was Austin’s.

As for Marshall, she could sense him at the edges of her consciousness, stalking along the periphery of the room. But it was Austin she couldn’t stop staring at. The way he continued to look at her…

“Cassandra—”

She silenced him with a kiss. No more talk. She knew that at any moment this whole scene could come crumbling down. It was wrong. She was withholding a huge truth from her husband, and yet in that moment, she needed this. She pressed her body to Austin’s, smiling into the kiss as his hands went to her hips, to her lower back, to her butt.

She pulled Austin’s shirt off. He wasn’t cut like some of the other men walking around The Princess, but like her, he’d changed over the years, going from the runner with a wiry frame to something closer to a footballer, a rugby player, a man. Not that she needed any of that. It was just a nice bonus.

They kissed again, but she wanted more, and she could feel between his legs that he did, too. “You smell the same,” she whispered into his ear, quiet enough that Marshall couldn’t hear. She felt guilty for keeping her husband in the dark, yet at the same time, excited by her own small rebellion. “I bet you taste the same, too.”

Austin’s eyes went wide, maybe panicked, as if he wanted to stop her when she sank to her knees. But of course he didn’t. No man would. 

She knew what she did to men. She knew the power she had now. She loved that she could show it to Austin.

Unzipping him, she only took her eyes off of his long enough to survey his cock, erect and ready. She was surprised to find that his cock and balls were shaved bare. Her eyes sparkled as she ran her fingers over him, licking her lips before diving in.

“Uh!” Austin groaned. His eyes fluttered shut. He threaded his fingers into her hair as he steadied himself in place. She began to suck, bobbing along his length, slowly exploring him. She remembered this dick, although back then, she wasn’t as avid a cocksucker. She remembered the sounds that he used to make, the gasps, the murmurs, the approving hums.

He was fully erect almost immediately, and because he wasn’t as large as most of her bulls, she could easily swallow him to the root, taking him into her throat. That was a nice change.

But because he was also not a true bull, he wasn’t going to be able to last long, and she wasn’t sure how easily he’d get it back up. After just a few strokes with her mouth, she pulled off and stood.

“Time for you to fuck me,” she said as she ran her hand along his arm and moved to the bed. 

Marshall was sitting in a chair that he’d pulled up beside the bed. He was already naked, slowly stroking his cock, his fervid gaze locked on Cassandra. How many times had he looked at her like that as she guided another man to bed? Every other time she had done so for Marshall. She’d become her husband’s fantasy woman. The man she’d fucked was just a toy.

This was different. As Cassandra peeled her lingerie off, she was doing it for more than just Marshall. She was doing it for Austin and, if she was being honest… for herself.

Her ex stepped up behind her, helping her pull the tight, lacy slip from her curves. When he touched her skin, he did it with a tenderness that most bulls lacked. When she crawled onto the bed, splaying naked, giving Austin an uninhibited view of her pinup body, she couldn’t wait for what came next.

She crooked a finger at him, feeling the anticipation build. He looked almost shy as he approached her, and yet, as with all men who came between her thighs, she saw the hunger, too. She spread them wider and took his cock in her hand as he knelt above her.

“Mmm, you feel so good, Austin…”

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as she rubbed his dick along her smooth and completely bare mound.

“You like it?” she whispered, pulling his body over hers with her free hand. “Enjoy this.”

With that, she guided his cock against her opening. Austin thrust, sinking deep inside of her, drawing a moan from both their throats. 

When she opened her eyes, she was startled to see him looking down at her, eyes open, locking onto hers. She caressed his cheek tenderly as their hips found a rhythm, moving together as one. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

“Ohhh Austin… you feel incredible…”

She kissed him passionately, losing herself in the moment. Her hands roamed over his muscular back and shoulders as he started thrusting steadily. Pleasure coursed through her, all thoughts of being a hotwife momentarily forgotten. They weren’t just fucking. This wasn’t purely for sport or entertainment. They were making love.

Cassandra clenched her pussy around his cock with each thrust, drawing a groan from her lover. She wanted to show off. She wanted Austin to feel every trick that she’d developed over the years. Yet at the same time, this all felt like climbing beneath the warm blanket of her past. She’d been with many men since Austin had walked out of her life, but as she breathed in his familiar scent and felt his familiar dick, she realized just how much he’d remained with her.

“Mmm yes Austin, just like that… you're fucking me so good. Your cock feels amazing inside me…”

She raked her nails down his back and rocked her hips against him urgently. She wanted to make this incredible for him, stroking his hair as he started to thrust faster. “Yes, baby. Like that. Harder. You won’t break me.”

Austin's cock throbbed and swelled inside her. He was close. He was so close. Reaching up, she cupped his face and looked deep into his blue eyes. “Fuck it into me, Austin. I want you. I want to feel your come inside of me.”

He drove his hips harder, faster, burying his face in her hair. She ran her fingers along his back and dug her heels into his ass, urging him to go faster and harder.

“Oh, Cass, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned.

“Do it. Come!”

He thrust one last time, his breath catching, even as he once again sank his iron bar of a cock balls deep into her. For one moment, the world held still. Then—

“Oh, fuck!” His cock pulsed, releasing his seed deep in her welcoming pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, never wanting to let go, lost in the bliss of their union.

But Austin did let go, rolling onto his side, and suddenly Marshall was there, pushing his cock into her.

“You like that, my little slut?” He folded her legs over, urging her to flip over onto her hands and knees. “I can tell that you did. Now suck him back to hardness while I reclaim you.”

Cassandra looked into Austin’s eyes, trying to hold onto the beautiful connection they’d just shared even as Marshall attempted to reassert his dominance. She’d touched a nerve in her husband. Then again, she’d touched all kinds of nerves in herself. As her husband slid his cock into her pussy, still slick and full of Austin's come, she knew that there was only one thing to do.

Enjoy it.

“Come here, Austin,” she said, directing him onto his back, higher up the bed, so she could reach out and wrap her hand around his soft dick. “Let me help you get hard again.”

Marshall felt good inside her as he worked away at his attempted reclamation. But that wasn’t what she was after. Not in moment. She looked up at Austin, and even through the haze of pleasure, she could still feel the connection with her former lover.

“You don’t have to…” Austin began.

“I know,” she said huskily. “But I want to.”

With the emphasis on herself reverberating through her body, she wrapped her mouth around him, swirling her tongue around his shaft. She wanted to pleasure him, to make him feel as incredible as he made her feel. She cupped his balls and stroked his thighs, lavishing his cock with attention until he was fully erect once more.

This only seemed to spur Marshall further. He redoubled his efforts, hammering her roughly from behind, grunting with each thrust. Cassandra moaned in response, sending pleasurable vibrations up and around the cock in her mouth. She watched Austin, keeping eye-contact, and it was that connection which suddenly had her on the edge of release.

Then his eyes shifted up and away, back to where Marshall was drilling her. His dick lurched in her mouth. His breath caught. Marshall had watched her get taken countless times, but she’d never felt more turned on than in that moment, as her ex-boyfriend watched her get taken. Austin was like the voyeur that she’d never realized she’d always wanted.

Again she moaned loudly around Austin's shaft, and then again, the vibrations sending pleasurable shivers through him. Her tongue swirled and teased, amplifying her own pleasure. And behind her, as if trying to prove himself, Marshall fucked her harder. She arched her back more, giving both men an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy and jiggling ass. Her free hand reached up to stroke Austin's chest and abs, exploring his once-again familiar body.

“He’s hard again,” Marshall said.

She pulled off of him long enough to glance back. “Oh yeah, baby.”

Marshall spit on her asshole, pulling out briefly, only to press it against her butt. “Great. Ready for some DP action, Austin?”

Cassandra’s eyes shot open as Marshall pressed his thick cock against her tight little asshole. He only did this when he was most worked up. He only did this when he wanted to flex his absolute dominance. Yet as she looked up into Austin’s eyes, she realized that Marshall had no power over her. Not anymore.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried as Marshall pushed into her ass, stretching her open. She glanced back at him, spreading her asscheeks for her, all the while feeling Austin watching her, getting turned on by her, ready to do this thing… with her!

A tremble of fear rolled through her as doubt crept in. What would Austin think of her, taking two cocks at once like a total slut? Marshall’s dick in her ass chased the doubt away. The sensation was overwhelming, but so incredibly pleasurable. 

“Cassie loves it in the butt,” Marshall said, slapping her ass cheek. “But she loves taking two cocks at once even more, don’t you, baby doll?”

“Yes,” she said, staring at Austin, trying to read his expression.

He didn’t look disgusted at all. Instead, his expression mirrored what she herself was feeling.

He looked hungry.

“Shimmy up his body, Cassie. Time to take him back in that tight cunt of yours.”

Cassandra nodded in response to Marshall’s words, feeling nervous but excited to have Austin's cock inside her again. She crawled up his body, straddling his waist, all the while keeping Marshall buried in her butt. She stroked Austin gently as she positioned herself over him, once again meeting his eyes. Seeing his caring gaze there, she smiled softly. She wanted him to know that this was special for her, too. 

That he was special to her.

Slowly, she sank down onto his length, letting out a contented sigh as Austin once again filled her, stretched her, joining her husband’s cock inside of her. Her head fell back in bliss once both men were fully sheathed inside of her.

“Fuck, that feels so full…” she groaned. Glancing over her shoulder at Marshall, she said, “Now fuck me.”

She never issued orders. Not to Marshall. Not to her bulls. She was the recipient. She was the fuck toy. But something had come over her. Something inspired by Austin.

She began to ride Austin’s cock. Marshall, momentarily stunned, came back alive. “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl.”

“Yes!” she hissed, pressing her body to Austin’s. She moaned in pleasure, arching her back to offer her large breasts to Austin. His mouth felt amazing on her sensitive nipples, causing her to rock her hips faster, taking him deeper. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close as they both drove into her. She was happy that she was facing him. She was happy that it was Austin she could kiss as she got so thoroughly fucked.

She ground down on his cock harder and faster, rocking her hips more urgently, squeezing him with each movement.

“Ohhh Austin, your cock feels so good… mmm…”

She kissed him deeply, pouring all her pent up feelings for him into it.

Marshall started fucking her ass harder from behind, each thrust sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body. It was punishment in the best way. It was penance. It was so good, and all the while, she held Austin, gazing down at him, knowing that the end was coming soon.

She rocked her hips faster and harder, impaling herself on their cocks with desperation. Her body was trembling, coiled and ready to explode.

“Oooh Austin! ‘I'm going to come! I’m going to come!”

Austin. Not Marshall. Not something vague or noncommittal.

She screamed as her body convulsed, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave hitting a ship. Marshall was right there with her, pumping his heat into her ass, unable to hold back.

“Come!” she cried. “Give me… give me your come!” Austin. This time she held back from calling out his name, but it seemed to ring through the cabin nonetheless.

And with that thought she crested, came hard, holding Austin close, her eyes locked on his in those final, waning moments. After tonight, things would have to go back to the way they were—the way they’d been for longer than she cared to remember . 

But for now, in this glorious, all-consuming moment, she allowed herself to dream.

We're getting close to the end! I think? More Friday!

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