Let’s Get It On - A cruise ship encounter (part 1)

The final night on the cruise was electric. My husband and I sat at a cozy table in the dimly lit lounge, savoring our drinks as the house band took the stage. The lead singer, a striking man with deep brown eyes and a confident smile, commanded the room effortlessly. His rich voice filled the space, captivating every listener. But it was the way he looked at me that sent a shiver down my spine.

From the very first song, our eyes met across the room. It felt as if every note he sang was just for me. My husband noticed too, and we exchanged a knowing glance—one that held unspoken excitement and intrigue. We’ve always been open about our desires and have shared experiences that pushed boundaries, but tonight had a different energy. It was thrilling, unpredictable.

Then, midway through the set, he began to sing “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye. The sensuality of his voice combined with the suggestive lyrics made the room feel smaller, more intimate. His gaze locked on mine, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the heat rising between us. My husband leaned closer, whispering in my ear, “He’s into you. Why don’t you see where this goes?”

After the performance ended, I found myself at the bar, pretending to order another drink. I glanced over at him, my heart racing. He was talking to some of his bandmates, but the moment he noticed me, he broke away and walked over, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You were amazing up there,” I said, my voice softer than I intended.

He chuckled. “I saw you watching. Did you enjoy the show?”

We fell into easy conversation, the kind that’s charged with an undercurrent of something more. I casually mentioned about our previous sexcapades, carefully gauging his reaction. His eyes darkened with interest as I shared details about my husband and I and our openness to exploring new things.

“I shouldn’t,” he murmured, glancing around as if to ensure no one else could hear. “You know we aren’t supposed to do this. Crew members aren’t allowed to get involved with guests.”

My pulse quickened. I leaned in a little closer, lowering my voice. “No one needs to know. I’m sure you know how to get around the rules. We have one night left. Let’s make it unforgettable.”

He hesitated for only a moment before his resolve melted away. He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. And in that moment, I knew we were about to cross a line that would make our last night on the cruise something we’d never forget.

The decision was made without words. With a shared look of excitement between my husband and the singer, we quietly left the lounge and headed toward the elevators. The hum of the ship underfoot seemed to mirror the pulse racing through my body as we walked, excitement bubbling just beneath the surface.

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind us, the atmosphere shifted. The small space felt charged, and before I knew it, the singer’s warm hand was on my lower back, pulling me closer. My husband stepped in behind me, his fingers grazing my shoulders. I could feel both of them pressed against me, their presence overwhelming in the most exhilarating way.

The singer’s hand slid down to my waist, his touch light but deliberate. My husband leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as his hands explored the curves of my body. I found myself caught between them, sandwiched in a tangle of touches and whispers.

“You’re gorgeous,” the singer murmured, his lips brushing against my neck. A shiver ran down my spine as he moved closer, his mouth pressing warm kisses against my skin.

My husband’s hands roamed down to my hips, squeezing gently, pulling me back against him as the singer’s lips traveled up my neck to the sensitive spot just below my ear. I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation of being enveloped by them both. The elevator’s soft chime barely registered when it stopped at our floor.

When the doors opened, we hesitated only a second before stumbling out together. Hands still wandering, the singer’s fingers brushed along the hem of my dress while my husband’s hands dipped under the fabric, tracing the lines of my body with a growing urgency. I could feel the hardness of both men pressing against me—my husband behind me, the singer in front—their excitement unmistakable. A thrill shot through me as I realized just how much they both wanted this.

By the time we reached our cabin, I was breathless. We practically fell through the door, laughing softly at the clumsy urgency of it all. The air was thick with anticipation. Shirts were already unbuttoned, jackets discarded somewhere along the way. I could feel the heat of their bodies, the singer’s chest pressing against me from the front, my husband’s solid warmth behind me.

The singer’s hands slipped under my dress, pulling it up slowly as his lips found mine in a deep, searing kiss. I could taste the faint hint of bourbon on his tongue, and I melted into him, aware of every inch of him as his hands roamed over my bare skin. My husband’s hands worked deftly at my shoulders, sliding the straps of my dress down, exposing more with each passing second.

I glanced back at my husband, the smile on my lips widening as I leaned back, feeling both of them against me. The press of their bodies was insistent, their arousal impossible to ignore. The hard length of the singer’s desire pressed against my belly, a contrast to my husband’s unmistakable hardness against my lower back. Each touch, each movement made the heat within me grow.

I could feel both men responding to my touch as I alternated between their lips, kissing them both, my hands roaming over their bodies.

As I leaned into the singer, his hands explored my body with growing confidence, slipping under the hem of my dress. I gasped softly when his fingers found the bare skin of my thighs, trailing higher until they brushed against the lace of my knickers. He paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, then slid the material to the side, exposing me to his touch. His fingertips brushed over me lightly, testing, teasing, before slipping just inside me.

I let out a soft moan as his fingers explored me, slow and deliberate, tracing patterns that made my whole body shudder with need. My hips moved instinctively, pressing against his hand as he found my slick warmth, his thumb circling my clit in delicate, agonizing strokes.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice low and full of desire.

I could barely respond, my body arching into him, craving more of his touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, his fingers moving deeper, curling in just the right way to make my knees weak. My husband’s hands continued to roam my body from behind, grounding me even as I was consumed by the singer’s touch.

Only after he had me trembling did I reach down, hands shaking with anticipation, and tugged at the waistband of his boxers. His breath hitched as I slid my hand under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the heat of him against my palm as I slowly freed him from the fabric. His hardness throbbed in my hand, and I took a moment to savor the sensation, teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes. I watched his reaction, seeing the way his eyes darkened with desire as my fingers worked over him, building anticipation with every touch.

My husband’s body moved closer, his own arousal pressing against me as I switched my attention between them. I wanted them both, needed them both to take me higher, to push me over the edge again and again. And I could tell from the way their breaths grew ragged, from the way their bodies tensed, that they were just as eager.

With a smile, I leaned down and took the singers rock hard cock into my mouth. His body tensed, and he let out a low groan as my lips wrapped around him. Slowly, I moved up and down his length, swirling my tongue around him, savoring the salty taste of him, seeing his head fall back, his eyes dark with need.

I glanced up, catching the singer’s eye as I let him slip from my mouth. With a small smile, I turned slightly, positioning myself so I could reach them both at the same time. I took my husband’s length in one hand, the singer’s in the other, and lowered myself between them. My lips wrapped around my husband first, my tongue swirling around his tip as I stroked the singer in long, slow movements with my hand, my eyes alternating between the two of them, a cheeky smile on my lips as I savoured the way they watched in awe.

Their groans filled the room as I switched, taking the singer into my mouth while my hand continued to pleasure my husband. I could feel the tension building in both of them, their hands gripping my shoulders, their bodies reacting to every flick of my tongue and stroke of my fingers.

I alternated between them, keeping my pace steady, savoring the taste of them, the way their bodies twitched under my touch. Reaching around to grab their asses to pull them deeper into my mouth. Every movement made me feel more powerful, more in control, as I pleasured them both at once, their moans and gasps echoing in the room.

The intensity between us grew, the heat of their desire palpable as I continued to work them, using my mouth and both hands in perfect rhythm, feeling the tension coil in their bodies as they approached the edge.

I could feel the singer’s fingers tightening on my shoulder, his breath hitching, his hips moving slightly in time with the rhythm of my mouth. My husband’s groans grew louder too, his hand covering mine as if to hold me in place.

“I can’t… hold back much longer,” the singer murmured, his voice strained, his body trembling under my touch. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Hearing his words sent a fresh wave of excitement through me, making me want to push them both to the edge. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his length, feeling him shudder as I took him deep into my mouth one last time before slowly releasing him with a soft, teasing kiss.

To be continued…..