An Eye for Aesthetics Part Two — Jeremy Edwards

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“Doug!” She knew she didn’t have to say more. At this point—Friday at 8:00 p.m.—a request to cast his attention in the direction indicated by her eyes could mean only one thing.

The alluring couple were at the bar, at the far end of the enclosed top-deck lounge that Colleen and Doug had chosen to begin their evening. They’d been hitting at least two of the ship’s plethora of lounges and clubs each night, to maximize their chances of crossing paths with their quarry. And with the ship docking at Southampton the next day, they’d known tonight was their last opportunity. The other couple had evidently slipped in quietly while Doug and Colleen had been gazing out at the night sky, holding hands and hoping.

“Now or never, sexy-arse,” her husband coaxed her; but she had risen from her seat even before he said it. And Doug was so perceptive: Colleen did feel like a “sexy-arse.” Her behind was erogenously warm, and its roundness felt pleasantly exposed in the form-fitting white slacks she’d selected for the evening. The bottom-flattering clothing made her bolder.

The other woman wore a sapphire cocktail dress that accentuated her elegant proportions. She was wearing only a touch of makeup, just enough to make the brightness of her eyes stand out from the serenity of her skin.

The guy was, as always, in sport jacket and jeans. His hair was still wet from swimming or showering, and Colleen relished the way the stray, waterlogged locks kissed his dimples.

As she moved, with attempted casualness, toward the bar, she registered a businesslike pat on her bottom. “Wait for me,” said Doug as he joined her.

It was only when the woman smiled neutrally at Colleen that she realized she had no idea what she was going to say. She’d had days to strategize, but she’d spent them fantasizing and fucking instead—not that she regretted it.

She was now practically at the bar; the bartender, busy at the other end of his territory, gave her a nod that meant she’d have to wait a minute.

“Hi,” Colleen said to the blonde. “I love your dress.” It wasn’t the most original thing she’d ever said, but it was something.

“Aw! Thank you,” the woman responded graciously. “My name’s Danica. Enjoying the cruise?”

Colleen ached to tell her how fucking much she was enjoying the cruise, with her sex drive off the charts thanks to thoughts of Danica and her man. “Very much. You?”

“Oh, yes.”

Oh, yes, I’ll bet you are, thought Colleen, with Mr. Leanjeans up your pussy umpteen times a day.

She took a deep breath. Conversation with strangers normally came easily to her. But this was not a normal situation. Still, with time of the essence and her desire primed to a lather, she decided the best approach was to plunge in—to be outrageously direct. It’s now or never, sexy-arse, she told herself.

“This is my husband,” she began, taking Doug’s hand. “Doug. And I’m Colleen. And—well—we’ve actually been wondering if the two of you might like to go to bed with us.”

Danica’s complexion went grapefruit pink, and she exchanged looks with her man. “Oh, no, sweetie,” she said sympathetically to Colleen, her voice trembling a bit. “We don’t usually do that.”

Amid the wave of disappointment, that curious word usually lodged somewhere in Colleen’s head.

“Sorry,” said the man, in a satin-smooth baritone. “Better ask someone else.” He flashed a charming half-smile, adding his sympathy to his partner’s.

“No, there’s no one else,” Colleen blurted. “We’ve never done this before.” She grinned wistfully. “Maybe we never will. We wanted you two in particular.” She clasped Doug’s hand more tightly, and turned to go.

“Really?” It was Danica’s voice that stopped Colleen in her tracks. When she spun around, the other woman’s gaze met hers.

“Why don’t we all have a drink together?” Danica suggested. She inclined her head toward a booth in a corner of the lounge. “Okay, Terence?” she said to her companion. Terence scooped up his glass.

She said “usually,” Colleen chanted in her head as the four of them relocated.

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Back in the cabin, it surprised Colleen that Danica kissed Doug first, thus inaugurating the events Colleen had been longing for. But she reminded herself that it was she and Doug who were the newbies, even though they’d been the initiators.

“Thank you for asking us,” said Danica sweetly, her eyes sparkling at Colleen while she stroked Doug’s chest.

“May I?” asked Terence. Colleen received his minty and hungry kiss.

Danica slipped her dress off her shoulders and down to the floor. She was, it turned out, naked beneath it; her nipples stood out like candy, and her statuesque ass looked ripe for some playful slaps.

“And here we go,” Danica said, in a small voice that nonetheless sizzled. As she unzipped Doug’s chinos, Terence pressed his erection-fronted denims into the rear seam of Colleen’s slacks.

Colleen glanced down and saw narrow, masculine fingers reaching around to undo her button and zipper. Just as Danica slid to her knees, Colleen felt her panties sliding, with Terence’s help, past her thighs.

Soon his fingers were exploring between her legs. He chuckled sensuously when he discovered how moist she was. He nibbled at the base of her ear while his hand lingered on—then in—her hot pussy. Meanwhile, Doug’s cock looked, to Colleen, like a mouthwatering tower of meat—and Danica’s juicy lips were at the ready.

Colleen heard the erotic snap of condom rubber behind her, and she braced herself against the arm that now wrapped itself around her chest—the same arm whose digits had titillated her crotch moments earlier. Her soft breasts tingled from the contact. She let Terence maneuver her body just so, gently positioning her ass in such a way that his cock could enter her honeyed cunt from behind while he skillfully held her in place for the imminent pleasure ride.

It was almost too much for Colleen, trying to savor each detail of watching Danica suck and lick Doug’s illustrious cock, while also focusing on being taken from the rear by Terence. The bliss of wiggling her bottom into the gorgeous dude’s pelvis while his smoothly sheathed tool satisfied her pussy made her want to close her eyes . . . and yet the view of Danica’s shapely derriere squeezing itself down onto her bare heels, and the ravenous look on the exquisite woman’s face as she attended to a deliriously happy Doug, kept Colleen’s eyes open. She quivered in a paradise of arousal, overwhelmed by the combination of these elements.

“I’m going to come!” Doug was standing at an angle that permitted him to make eye contact both with Danica and with Colleen as he said it.

“Yes, come for her, my man,” said Colleen, her fingertips spidering over her own bush, en route to her red-hot clit. Then they arrived there; and, unable to take any more buildup, she exploded around Terence’s pumping urgency, while Doug shot onto Danica’s pale, beautiful tits—creaminess on creaminess—and Danica reached underneath herself to find her private wetness. Terence groaned handsomely and let go, and Colleen went crazy with ecstasy, with her life partner spurting and her partner of the moment fucking her and lovely, lovely Danica clenching her thighs against her own hand and shivering into orgasm.

After a few sacred heartbeats of quiet, Terence’s charismatic voice came alive behind Colleen’s ear. “Like Danica said, we don’t usually do this.” He kissed Colleen’s neck. “But this was special.”

Danica looked over at them, licking her lips. “What do you mean ‘was,’ darling? These nice people invited us to go to bed with them, and we haven’t gone near the bed yet.”

This was more or less correct, Colleen realized. Though the cabin was modest enough that nothing was truly distant from the bed, the foursome had thus far inhabited only the floor space mapped out by the door, the bed, the dresser, and the chair.

Danica was running a finger along one of the sticky trails that Doug had painted onto her. She brought the finger to her mouth, winking salaciously—yet elegantly—at Colleen.

Colleen shut her eyes and squirmed in Terence’s arms, as a new wave of wet excitement overcame her. This was shaping up to be the most aesthetic night of her life.

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Jeremy Edwards is the author of the erotocomedic novel Rock My Socks Off and the erotic story collection Spark My Moment (both published by Xcite Books). His libidinous short stories have been widely published online, as well as in over forty anthologies. His work was selected for The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, vols. 7, 8, and 9, and he has read at New York’s In the Flesh and Philadelphia’s Erotic Literary Salon. Jeremy’s greatest goal in life is to be sexy and witty at the same moment—ideally in lighting that flatters his profile. Find Jeremy here: http://www.jeremyedwardserotica.com.