Ella strolled slowly around the MS Amsterdam’s Lower Promenade Deck by herself as the ship smoothly sailed south toward the Inner Passage between Vancouver Island and the mainland of British Columbia, on its way back to Vancouver. The sea air filled her nostrils as she ambled along, and the fresh salt smell worked to clear her mind as she reflected on her marriage.
Looking back, she wondered where the 15 years had gone since they married. The Alaskan cruise had been his idea, and she was excited to go, but as always, she wondered how he’d be. Mark had been an excellent catch in his day, fresh out of college and still brimming with athletic prowess. Sadly, the only thing that moved on from that time was Mark’s waistline. The rest of him stayed in his glory days, like the Bruce Springsteen song stuck on repeat. It seemed that when he had time to think, he washed those moments away with alcohol, using booze to fill in the spaces where his life should have been.
This meant Mark had a habit of drinking more on his holidays, and while he was a lot of fun to be with, he wasn’t much use by the end of the day or the next morning. He was okay by midday and the afternoon sex had been ok, but the port visits at Juneau, Skagway, and Ketchikan had put a dent into that.
The afternoon at Glacier Bay had probably contributed to Global Warming for being so fucking hot, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Mark could be amazing when he wanted to be, and that made it easy to forgive his other flaws like his growing tummy, but he just didn’t want sex as often as Ella needed it and her frustration was growing.
Crossing the bow and turning back down the other side of the ship towards the stern she could see a few couples walking in both directions enjoying the warmth of the late August night blowing in on the gentle breeze. There were a few singles on deck too, but they were mostly people walking at an exercise pace.
Being on her own after eleven, circling the ship aimlessly as her buzz wore off, and lamenting her husband’s failure to launch wasn’t exactly how she had hoped to spend her last night aboard.
She’d told Mark at lunch that she was expecting a grand finale in the cabin and she begged him to be ready for it. Ella told him she had something special planned for him but didn’t want to tell him until later in the evening. Ella knew the adolescent in Mark would never give up talking about his interest in sex, so she’d played to that, hoping to avoid middle-aged Mark, who always seem to find a reason not to follow through.
Things looked promising when she noticed Mark hadn’t started drinking until around three, but then he put six cocktails back by the end of Happy Hour at five-thirty. Subsequently, he went on to drink three-quarters of a bottle of wine at dinner. From there drank beer in the Piano Bar until the lights went out. Not the bar’s lights of course, his. It was around ten when he became the babbling fool she knew and loved.
A remarkably steady drunk, even when incoherent, Ella had managed to get him to their sixth deck veranda suite with little difficulty, strip him, and put him to bed with practiced ease. Mark never complained and all things being equal, he was a reasonably compliant and affable drunk, which was part of his problem.
If anything, people liked him more when he was a little drunk because it usually made him somewhat more interesting. It was only then when his endless reel of boring high school and college football anecdotes paused momentarily, before coming back in full force.
Usually, she’d have joined him in bed, but she really wasn’t tired, and so walked the Promenade alone instead, letting her wine slowly release it’s hold on her. In the cabin, she’d contemplated giving Mark a blow job to see if there was any life left in him, but even as the heat rose in her, there was no saving this night. Thinking about it half an hour later left her frustrated enough to seriously consider heading back to the cabin and take care of herself in the Jacuzzi tub after this lap.
John, the ship’s Australian piano player and lounge singer, stood at the aft railing, as he often did after his evening show. Looking out on the wake, he wondered if he’d ever get a real gig after three years working on Price-American ships. The money was okay, and life aboard could be fun if you ignored the same stupid jokes and predictable requests, to avoid an early death. But John knew he couldn’t ignore it for too much longer because he knew it was killing him inside.
He was the piano man, he thought as he quietly sang, “and they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar, and say, “Man, what are you doin’ here?” God, what am I doing here?” He said aloud to himself, not intending to have spoken so audibly.
“Sorry?” Ella said, looking at John, before recognizing him.
John lifted his head and turned to the sound of the voice, and in a glance recognized her figure as that of a typical cruise variety lady. In her mid to late thirties, mildly plump with a cute belly and ample chest; average height; shoulder length brown hair that still retained the wave she had put in for the cruise; a pretty face; and in this case very sexy lips. She also just so happened to be John’s preferred lay, because, as he came to discover, women of that age were sex starved and pounced like tigers when given the chance, whether they intended to or not.
“Jack and Diane.” He said. A statement, rather than a question.
“Jack and Diane?” Ella repeated, as she slowed down to respond, not yet connecting the dots because her mind hadn’t wandered too far from the whirlpool tub and the vibrator her imagination had left in her hand.
“You requested Jack and Diane last night. I’m John, your lounge singer and piano man.” He said casually as he looked over her shoulder to see if the man coming up from behind was with her or not. He wasn’t, John noted.
“Oh, right! I did! How did you remember? That was like the second request yesterday.”
She was glad it was dark because she knew she was probably blushing as she took another look at him. Not as tall as Mark, but thin, if not fit looking; a sweet smile. She’d noticed his pale blue eyes the second night at sea when she heard him sing for the first time. She’d already told Mark she loved his soft accent too, but really hadn’t given it much thought since; until just then.
“I don’t know how I do it, but I do I’m afraid. I suppose after so long it becomes second nature. Unfortunately, I don’t remember your name though…” He said as he reached out his hand to shake hers.
“Ella,” she said as she looked up at him and took his hand.
“Well Ella, I’m pleased to meet you,” he said, noticing the warmth of her palm lingered in his after he released her hand, “did you have a good cruise?”
“We did…” Now turning away and resting on the railing beside John, and looking out into the darkness.
“You don’t sound so sure, why’s that?” Instinctively turning away as well.
“I don’t know, it was nice, but…”
“But what?” He said, laughing slightly. “Isn’t looking at mangy old glaciers and getting gouged in one tourist town after another your thing?”
“No, it wasn’t that. In fact, I really liked the mangy old glaciers…what I’d have preferred though is if my dance partner could have kept step with me. Today’s our Anniversary, and I’ve already put him to bed…”
“I see. So maybe not quite the night you expected then?” Again, chuckling as he stared into the dark.
“Um, no. I hadn’t exactly planned on ending my day with a long walk in a circle this morning when I got up,” now chuckling herself.
“You could always turn around and go in the other direction for a while to see if that changes things up a bit.”
Turning to look up at him, Ella met his eyes and smiled.
“Sure, that’s exactly what I should do. Why didn’t I think of that? But I really wonder if it’s because the wine’s wearing off.”
“Oh dear, we can’t have that now, can we? Would you like to go top up? This ship can be frightful when you don’t have enough drink in your system.”
He was smooth she thought, and so unbelievably obvious Ella was surprised the word yes had even slipped from her lips as she followed him from the rail.
The Piano Lounge on the Upper Promenade Deck was nearly deserted, but there were a few couples here and there quietly chatting. John asked the bartender for two large glasses of red, while Ella sat down in one of the chairs astride a large window, although in the darkness there was little to see. She really had no idea where this was going, but his voice played in her ears in a way that soothed her. He was certainly charming. As charming as Mark was funny, with the main difference right now being John was here…and Mark wasn’t.
“Here you are,” John offered, handing her a glass as he sat down opposite her, “I think they’ll be closing up soon, so no worry of us getting into too much trouble. Cheers!”
He hadn’t noticed the sparkle in her eyes and the glow in her cheeks before now, but in facing her, he couldn’t help but pause to take her all in. She was no pageant queen, but more the girl next door or a high school sweetheart. Her beauty was in her sweetness, her wholesome look, and healthy figure.
“What is it? You look like you’re trying to remember something.” Ella said after taking a sip from her glass, not fully processing why John was gazing at her.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I hadn’t meant to stare. I, um…was wondering if your hair, was ah, naturally wavy like that.” Damn it he thought, where the fuck did that come from? Jesus Christ shut the fuck up and drink your wine you stupid shit.
“Oh, that’s what you were wondering? You see, because I could have sworn you were staring at my chest. But yes, my hair is naturally wavy.”
She could see the look on his face slowly change as her words broke through his internal dialogue, and she wondered where her boldness was coming from. Maybe she was a little tipsier than she thought. Oh well, it was too late now, so there was nothing to do but take a long pull from her glass, while not breaking contact from his gaze, to make him suffer just a bit longer.
“Do you want to go somewhere, Ella?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” The sweetness in her voice cried innocence as she batted her eyelashes quizzically.
“I mean, would you like to finish your walk with me after these drinks?”
“I think I would…” And without hesitation, she drained her glass and placed it on the table before her. “Are you ready?”
“Follow me.” He said, putting his half-full glass down as he stood up.
He led her through the centre of the ship to the main theatre near the stern. Using his pass card to unlock the side door, they entered the room, which was a large dark cavern at this time of night.
Taking Ella by the hand, he guided her from the entrance to the main stage, up the few steps to the platform, and slipped quietly behind the curtain with Ella still in tow. As Ella pushed her way behind the curtain, she felt John let her hand go and an instant later she walked straight into his waiting arms.
It was far too dark to see anything behind the curtain, but she lifted her head to meet his waiting lips, knowing they’d be there. Her head was spinning as she drank in his mild scent of cologne mixed with a faint odour of alcohol. His passion was intoxicating, and she tried to devour him in the darkness, as his hands found her wonderfully round bottom and squeezed her. Kneading her flesh, he pulled her closer until finally, his growing cock was pressing against her.
After what seemed like an eternity, they slowly broke their sensuous kiss, and a small modicum of composure returned. Though their hands continued to roam freely over each other. Hers to his back as his felt her chest and behind gently.
Dropping to her knees, Ella undid his belt and opened his pants. John moaned when she squeezed his cock through his underwear for the first time. Stroking him through the fabric, she could feel he was fully grown, as she began tugging at his waistband with her other hand. She’d wanted a cock in her mouth tonight and was so desperate she almost blew Mark, despite his drunken state. The thought of having a man in front of her who was sober enough to appreciate a good suck was more than enough incentive for her to get down to business.
Freeing him at last, Ella grasped John’s cock by the base and wrapped her lips around his head. Tasting him, she was glad he was clean, having already committed. He’s someone who takes care of himself, she thought, as she worked her tongue around his head, getting a feel for its size and girth. It was hard to tell what it looked like in the dark, but she was pleased with what she’d found by touch and feel as she began to take him deeper into her mouth.
Tasting pre-cum quickly, Ella knew her mouth was effecting him as she sucked and stroked his shaft. A few minutes passed, and the growing dampness between her legs was beginning to seriously beg for attention. Ella knew if she went much further she’d fuck him right there and miss her only chance at fulfilling her onboard fantasy. The fantasy that nearly drowned in a sea of booze, but now maybe John could rescue it.
As she hatched her plan to resurrect her fantasy, John grasped her head in both hands and began to counter thrust, fucking her mouth. His pre-cum was flowing freely now, and while Ella had always enjoyed tasting men, John wasn’t going to ruin this for her.
Standing up, she kissed John on the mouth, making sure to give him some of his pre-cum, as she liked to do to Mark. Holding John’s cock in her hand and stroking it lightly in the darkness.
“Ella, I need you,” he whispered longingly, “let me take you.”
“No, not here,” she responded.
“Please Ella, please…” he pleaded, as he thrust his shaft into her hand as she held it.
“Not here John. I can’t. I won’t…”
“Where then? I can’t bring you back to mine. The magician is my roommate, and if he catches us, he’ll make me disappear,” he whispered, only half joking about the asexual prudish performer.
“I want you to do something with me…I’ve wanted to do it all week, but…”
“What is it? What do you want me to do?” John was less interested in that than in keeping in contact with her hand, and while intrigued, he was desperate to bury himself deep inside her.
“Come to mine. B6101, on the Verandah Deck, but give me five minutes. The door will be slightly open, so just come in. B6101.” Oh my god, she thought, what am I doing? She stepped in for another deep kiss, before dropping his cock and stepping off through the curtain.
“Remember Bee-six-one-oh-one,” she repeated slowly before she disappeared.
Ella was not the first passenger John had slept with, and not even the first one this trip. Experience had taught him to carry a condom at all times and to shower before his evening show. This however was a first. He’d never had a lady leave him standing alone with his cock rock hard like this. And what was she planning? B6101, ok, but wasn’t that where her husband was? Fuck.
The thought thrilled him a little because while he’d been with couples and lonely wives in their cabin before, he’d never gone into one with a sleeping husband. He was engrossed by the idea, and he gave himself a slow pull as he thought about it. This could get him fired for fuck sakes, but god, it was definitely a diversion from the routine. Beside himself with anticipation, John fixed his pants and made sure his hard-on wasn’t too noticeable, before leaving the theatre.
Entering the suite, Ella stepped into the washroom, brushed her teeth, changed into her long nightgown, and put her bathrobe over it. Taking the wine bottle out of the mini fridge, she picked up two glasses off the tray and slipped out onto the balcony quietly.
She knew from long experience that there was little need for caution around Mark when he was like this because nothing would wake him now. Her extreme quietness was more out of curtesy and habit than caution. She figured less noise was better on the whole if she was going to pull this off properly.
The balcony light was off, but she noticed the sky was clearly and there was enough moonlight peaking through now to give them the light they needed. Placing glasses down on the patio table she poured them each a glass, she looked around on last time and asked herself if she should do it. Of course she should, she smiled, of course she should.
Since seeing Titanic as a teen, Ella had fantasized about recreating the scene on the bow of the ship. In her fantasy she always saw Jack holding her, instead of Rose flying over the sea. Ella pictured herself with the wind flowing through her hair, just like Rose all those years ago. Her romantic fantasy had never left her but had evolved over the years to include a sound fucking on a railing as her hair floated on the eddies of wind around her.
She’d never told Mark what she’d wanted to do out of embarrassment of revealing her long-held fantasy, but it wouldn’t have taken much to convince him to fuck her on the balcony. He would have had to have been somewhat sober to do that though, and that ship had clearly sailed.
With tonight their last night on board, Ella was overjoyed at meeting John. And wasn’t Jack a diminutive of John she thought; how perfect was that? Leaving the balcony door open, she nudged the small coffee table quietly toward the bed so John wouldn’t trip over it on his way in. All the while, Mark snored away, deep in his booze-fueled slumber. Mark could sleep through a plane crash she’d often said, and would probably be the only survivor.
“Ella darling, maybe you are going to get the night you wanted, after all!” She whispered to herself excitedly.
Returning to the door, she opened it slightly and let it rest it on its frame. She then waited for her man in the entrance, giving him just enough room to get in and shut the door. The anticipation and excitement of the teen girl she was all those years ago was warming her sex as she wondered if John would be brave enough to follow her.
Cautious climbing the stairs to the sixth deck, John avoided the elevator in case he was recognized by a passenger. That and if a crew member saw him at this time of night, he’d have no explanation. A rendezvous in the theatre could be easily explained, and there were plenty of places to hide a girl down there, which was why he favoured it. Not this though; he was out in the open. The only chance he’d have is if he knew the crew member, but there was little chance of that because the entertainers didn’t mix with the lower ranking ship’s crew.
Approaching B6101, he saw the door was slightly ajar as promised. Breathing in deeply, he pushed it open and stepped into the darkness swiftly, and as if it was his own room.
Well, that was done he thought, exhaling slowly to control his heartrate. Turning, he silently closing the door, which gave him a second to allow his eyes to adjust to the dark cabin. He was beginning to distinguish shapes when he made out Ella wearing a white flowing robe. Reaching to her, he pulled her close and once again held her tightly in his arms.
With her husband now only feet away and snoring on the bed, John’s state of arousal was heightened immensely. Pressing his tongue into Ella’s mouth as he held a breast in one hand and the small of her back, she hungrily accepted his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it.
Without releasing her, he moved his hand to her shoulder and gently pressed her downward. She resisted slightly, and he could see her eyes open widely. Removing his hand from her lower back, he placed it on her other shoulder and again pressed down slowly as her resistance faded and she dropped to her knees.
Ella opened his pants once more and took out his still rigid manhood. Again without seeing it, she took him into her mouth and worked her tongue around his head as she held him with one hand.
Now realizing he was smaller than Mark, but by very little, she knew it didn’t matter. She’d wanted a cock in her all day, and her asshole husband couldn’t even give her that, so fuck him she cursed. Slowly fucking John’s prick with her mouth, she once again savoured the pre-cum still leaking from him, knowing he was getting off on her husband being in the room as she blew him.
John eased himself back onto the door to provide Ella the resistance she needed to engulf him fully. Her mouth was a wonder and her hand stroking his balls and gently tugging at them was almost more than John could bear. Hearing him moan softly, Ella slowed to a stop and stood up. She didn’t want him to cum yet, if she was going to get what she wanted.
Taking his hand, she turned and softly walked to the balcony with John following attentively. Ah, this was better he thought, it was best to have a door between himself and hubby, no matter how erotic it would have been to fuck her in the room. And besides, he noticed, he could, in theory, jump onto an adjoining balcony and perhaps get away if things turned ugly.
Outside, the air had cooled, and a slight shiver passed through Ella, as she pulled John past her and slid the door closed behind them. Turning to John, she grasped him in one hand and began to rub his cock in time with the waves crashing against the ship, somewhere below.
John ran his hand inside her robe and pressed her gown against the fleshy lips between her legs he’d so badly wanted in the theatre. Stepping in to kiss her once more as she moaned at his fingers’ exploratory touches.
Feeling her wetness dampening her gown under his probing fingers was exhilarating. He pulled her in by the small of her back to match the pressure he had on her gaping cunt as he continued to rub her through the fabric flowing around her in the breeze. All the while Ella kissed him passionately as her desire grew more urgent.
A minute passed before John pressed her against the railing and knelt down before her. Reaching for a deck chair, he dragged it over and placed her foot on it. Slowly pushing it away to widen her stance, he grasped the hem of her nighty and passed it up to her. Holding the hem to one side, Ella spread her arms left and right and held onto the wooden rail as she arched her pelvis forward and dropped her head back over the side to fully open herself to John in a wanton display of lust.
Responding to her, John pressed his face into the notch between her legs and breathed in her musky scent before parting her lips with his tongue in a slow deliberate up stroke. Passing from bottom to top, and back again, Ella pressed hard against his mouth. Arching further off the railing Ella was rewarded with two fingers pushed into her gaping vagina, as John sucked her clit in, between his lips.
Ella’s body was pulsating now as she worked to trap his fingers inside her with her strong Kegel muscles. Thrusting her clit at him as both his tongue and thumb worked on her, she could feel her hair begin to lift in to the air on a sudden gust.
Biting down on her lower lip as her orgasm neared, Ella struggled to contain her moans of ecstasy as he sucked on her clit and held it between his lips. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she saw herself in Jack’s arms, sailing over the ocean below.
She thrashed against John’s mouth furiously as her orgasm broke. Her body responded involuntarily to his touch, as he rode it out with her, never loosing contact with her.
“Jack, Jack,” she cried out softly as her hair whipped about her face in the strengthening breeze.
Slowly returning to her senses, she saw John standing up and press his still wet face into hers. He noticed a tear running down Ella’s cheek, but thought little of it as Ella licked and kissed her juice off him.
She released the rail and took his head in both hands, holding him tightly as she licked his face clean. Withdrawing a condom from his pocket, opening it, and letting the wrapper and let it flutter away, John met her licks with kisses of his own.
Stepping back, he unrolled it over his swollen prick and then look to Ella. Without speaking, he turned her around and placed both her hands on the railing as he pressed up against her from behind. Holding the back of her neck with one hand, he used his other to guide his shaft into her, and once seated he placed his hands over hers on the rail.
Pressing his face into her neck, he nuzzled and kissed her as he rocked back and forth inside her in unison with the sea. Her hair floated around them on the wind. Once again lost in his love making, she continued to revel in her fantasy until she sensed his pace quicken and the force of his thrusts rise.
Quickly turning, he slipped out of her without warning. Kneeling, Ella pulled his condom off and replaced it with her mouth. Furiously fucking him now while pulling on him with one hand, she massaged his balls until he filled her mouth with his hot salty cum. His orgasm was accompanied in a passionate series of primal grunts, as he released his load into her.
Unable to swallow it all, his jizz ran from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and dripped onto her breasts in long ropey strings. Ella stayed on him until his balls were drained and she’d milked any remaining cum into her mouth. Cleaning her face with the bottom of her gown before standing up, she looked into his eyes. Seeing satisfaction, she meekly smiled at him before burying her face in his chest.
The pale moonlight poured down on them as they held each other, before Ella sought out his lips for one last kiss. She could still taste him as she probed his mouth with her tongue and again pushed his essence into him during their lingering final embrace.
John had given Ella everything she’d wanted and more. This night couldn’t have been better, and that had brought a tear to her eye just before John made her cum. She knew then that there was no way Mark could have given her what John had, and she was overjoyed.
Reaching down, Ella tucked John’s cock away, and closed his pants, while he fiddled with his belt. When he was sorted, she slowly opened the patio door and led him back through the cabin past Mark, who continued to sleep soundly. Only stopping John to peck his cheek at the door, she sent him into the night with a smile on his face.
Looking to the bed, she crawled in beside Mark and hugged him. Reached down to his crotch, finding his soft dick and began fondling it. She truly loved him, but he really had to start using his cock more she thought as he grew in her hand.
Now fully hard, she crawled over him and sucked him. Fucking his cock with her mouth as she’d done to John only minutes before. While Mark never fully woke, she mounted him easily and began riding him while she rubbed her clit and thought of John’s cum still wet on her chest.
Her orgasm roused Mark who came inside her within seconds of her climax. Lowering herself to his mouth, she kissed him passionately and forced any remnants of John’s spunk into his mouth.
“There,” she whispered, “that’s what a man tastes like…”
“What’s got into you?” Mark asked, still drunk, but less so than before.
“I told you I wanted to fuck tonight you son of a bitch, so that’s exactly what I did. Are you complaining?”
“No.”
“Good, and you don’t want to either because I’ll do you again if you do,” Ella said sweetly in his ear as she dismounted him, lay down, and drifted off to sleep with visions of Jack and Rose flying over the sea, dancing through her mind.