Our First Swingers’ Swap on the Cruise

That night the sea was rough, and getting back to the cabin down the narrow corridor had turned into an adventure. It didn’t help that we had had far too many drinks. Every roll of the ship threw us against the walls, and every stumble ended in laughter that bounced along the hall in the dead of night.

In front of us walked Sonia and my wife, leading the way on impossibly high heels. Behind them, Diego and I brought up the rear. The high sandals and cocktail dresses were no friends of balance, and the two of them, wine-soused, turned every misstep into shrieks and laughter, completely unconcerned about the nighttime silence.

We had spent a long evening in the show lounge: dancing, anecdotes, jokes nobody remembered anymore but that still had everyone laughing. In just a few days, that very likable couple had opened our minds to things we had never dared to name. Our children were making their own plans around the ship, so the nights were ours, the four of us.

My wife, Lucía, really liked Diego. She looked at him as though she had found a new stimulant for a libido that marriage had made lazy. And Sonia, for her part, was an exuberantly built woman, with an allure that would have made any man nervous. I was proof of that.

—Dear friends, it’s been a great evening —I said when we reached the doors—. It’s been ages since I laughed so much.

Sonia, who was walking beside me, let herself lean against me, pretending the ship’s motion had thrown her off balance.

—You’re very witty —she said with a sarcastic smile—. As a dancer I’d give you a barely passing grade. What you’re good at is knowing how to please a lady.

—Well, your wife really is a lady —Diego chimed in, looking at Lucía—. It’s been a long time since I laughed so much at anyone’s impressions.

—Being with such a handsome guy motivates me —she shot back, too honeyed by far—. I can’t help it, I’m into young men like you.

No one could bring themselves to say the obligatory good night. Sonia had a glint in her eyes that made me think she was plotting something. Lucía was pressed so close to Diego that I doubted she wanted to part from him, and he was taking advantage of every sway of the ship to brush her hip discreetly.

As for me, I’d been hard all night. Sonia’s red dress fit her body like a glove, with a deep neckline and a slit that had given me more than one glimpse of the white lace of her underwear. She knew exactly what she was doing to me, and she was doing it without haste.

—The time has come for the couples —she said then.

Diego and I took it as the signal to go off with our own wives. But that wasn’t it. The women exchanged a conspiratorial glance, the sort that says, “We’re the ones who need to shake these two up.” And before anyone could react, Lucía stepped wordlessly into our neighbors’ cabin and Sonia took my hand and dragged me into ours.

—Good night, neighbors —Sonia said to the newly formed couple.

—Good night! —my wife replied from the other side with an enthusiasm that chilled me to the bone—. Have fun! Tomorrow we’ll tell each other everything in detail.

I heard their door close. Sonia closed ours. It was going to be our first wife swap, and we could not have chosen better accomplices.

***

—You didn’t expect that, did you? —she said, leaning against the door—. Did you see how happy Lucía went off? You and I are alone too.

She came closer, put one hand on my neck and the other on my hip. She crushed her breasts against my torso and kissed me with tongue, without asking permission. I had been looking for that touch all evening: during the dances with my wife, and the ones where we had switched partners, I had brushed against her curves as if by accident. Now there was no accident to be had.

—You can choose between two options —she murmured, pulling back just enough to gather with one finger the saliva from the kiss at the corner of my lips.

—I’m listening.

—Option one: we pretend I’m your wife. The one who came on vacation with you, but who tonight is especially compliant and in the mood to try new things.

She struck a pose halfway between modest and shameless.

—And option two? —I asked, incredulous.

—Option two is that you hire a professional. A woman willing to fulfill any fantasy you can think of. She could be a domina and make you come with the edge of humiliation, or a docile young thing you can do whatever you want with, or one who asks you to fill her right up. You choose.

How do you choose between two doors when both lead to the same paradise?

—I can’t decide —I admitted.

—Then I choose. You’ve just hired option two: the hottest of the two. The price? Your wife is paying it in the next cabin. Can’t you hear her?

I strained to listen. I heard nothing, or perhaps I didn’t want to hear anything. My entire mind was occupied by the woman in front of me.

—Let’s get to what we came for —she said, and hiked her short skirt up to the base of her hips.

She showed me her panties in full: a white triangle edged in lace. Coquettishly, she stretched the waistband to smooth the fabric, clearly outlining the swell of her sex.

—Take them off for me —she ordered.

I slipped them down slowly, making her lift her feet still wearing those platform sandals that gave her the bearing of a goddess. In a quick motion I tucked the garment into my pocket: it would be the keepsake of a night impossible to repeat.

She propped one foot on the bed, and her pussy was laid bare, a pale vulva with its lips pressed tightly together, the clitoris peeking shyly from beneath a fold of skin.

—To start, I want you to eat me out —she said, taking my head with her hand and guiding me to her cunt—. It’s been a while since you’ve had anything this tasty, right? Eat me all up.

I obeyed hungrily. I sucked, licked, plunged my tongue deep, slurped at her lips while she rocked her hips and sighed, her breathing growing more and more broken. Perched on the silver platform, she struggled to keep her balance, and her leg began to tremble.

—Do you hear it? —she said suddenly, grabbing my hair to stop my head—. Listen... it sounds like your wife is crying.

I lifted my face and listened. From the other side of the wall, Lucía’s moans came through clearly. There was no doubt about what was happening in there.

—She’s moaning like they’re ripping her apart —Sonia said with a half smile—, but I don’t hear her asking him to stop. Diego knows her well. I’ll tell him to leave her ready for you, in case you ever want to know what it feels like.

Far from putting me off, her words only made me hotter. Sonia’s husband was with my wife, and I had a semigoddess open for me. What more could anyone ask for, and the night was only just beginning?

—Do you think they’re really doing it? —I asked, caught between envy and excitement.

—Knowing Diego, it wouldn’t surprise me. And Lucía was devouring him with her eyes tonight.

—Hard to believe. He seems so sensible...

—Don’t trust them, those are the worst —she laughed, guiding my hand toward her crotch—. As soon as they can, they show their true colors. I’m telling you, I’m his wife. Besides, who’s going to find out? Who’s going to complain?

—At our age, there are things we’re entitled to, don’t you think? —I said, sliding my fingers up and down her wet slit.

—For four days that we’re alive... —she replied, opening her legs a little wider.

***

While we were talking, I finished undressing. I’m not twenty or thirty anymore, I’m quite a bit older than that, but I’m proud of my body and of being able to stay hard for a good while. I stood before her, pulled back my foreskin, and showed her my glans, taut and shining with fluid.

—Uhm, what a nice one you’ve got —she murmured, licking her lips.

I knelt at her side, so that my hand could reach her sex and my body would be close to her face. I slid two fingers all the way in and pressed upward against the inner wall, in a movement that made her arch immediately. She, without the slightest hesitation, caught my erection as it rose and took it into her mouth.

I quickened the pace of my hand. I wanted her to come before the sucking made me blow too soon. She was so beside herself that she could barely do it properly, and it was hard for me to keep my concentration with her tongue working me over.

—Ohhh... ohhhh —she panted, gulping down air in ragged pulls.

She came, gripping my hand so I wouldn’t pull away. As soon as she let go, I positioned myself between her legs and entered her slowly, taking advantage of how sensitive and wet she was. I started pumping with calm, measured strokes.

Up to then Sonia had been the discreet woman at the table. Now she let herself go with every thrust, and hearing her excited me more than anything.

—Ahhh... like that, like that, don’t stop —she repeated, digging her hands into my waist to pull me closer and then let me go—. Give it to me, give me all of it!

It was a hard, forceful pounding, the kind she was waiting for and the kind I desperately needed after so much routine. I drove into her again and again, lost in the sound of our bodies crashing together, until at last I came with a growl. She held me against her, not letting us move, both of us sweaty and out of breath.

—Phew, that was great —she said when she let me go.

I collapsed beside her, trying to catch my breath.

—Do you think they had as good a time? —she asked, pressed against my side, her leg over mine and her fingers playing with the hair on my chest—. I hope they didn’t hear us. I just couldn’t hold back.

—It’s been ages since I enjoyed myself like that! What a woman you are —I told her, thinking that would satisfy her and let me rest.

I was wrong. Her hand slowly moved down to my belly, right beside my dormant sex.

—I always dreamed of a wild night with a nice guy —she murmured, caressing me—, and look at that, here you are.

—You’re in dangerous territory, you know that? —I warned her when I felt she wasn’t stopping—. If you keep going, I won’t be responsible.

—One night is one night. I don’t want Diego to tell me tomorrow what he did and for me not to have anything to tell. Just you and I will know.

—Looks like I’m not the only one who wants to drag the evening out —I said, while she, already hard again, guided me into position to sit on top of me.

—All night long, love —she replied, running her tongue over her lips—. Oh, how you turn me on.

And the ship kept rolling until dawn, oblivious to the silent pact of four adults who had decided, for once, not to ask anything.