Away went Rickett’s carefully crafted introduction designed to make them appear like perfection incarnate. It wasn’t real and it wasn’t them. If they were going to be selected, it was going to be because Bailey and Roselyn wanted to share an experience with the real them. With this in mind, if it failed at least, they knew it wasn’t meant to be. The hit ‘send’ and then they waited.
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Rickett smiled at his wife as she softly moaned at his touch. He had gotten them massage classes a few years ago so they could learn how to do this right for each other and it had been one of the best investments he had ever made. Another sigh came from his wife and he paused in confusion. “Still upset with work love?” he asked softly. She shook her head and looked up at him with a smile. “No… I am just hoping that lovely couple gets back to us one way or the other. I don’t really need amazing trip, I really just want to get to know them better… maybe we were too flirty in the ask? I mean we practically said anything goes while on vacation and both of them are very sexual creatures… I… just want them there so you have a chance to really enjoy yourself,” Rachael said with a bit of a whine in her voice as a blush tinged her cheeks.
Rickett laughed as he looked down at Rachael’s face deepening in color to almost match her hair. “So I can really enjoy myself huh…” he managed to get out. Rachael turned abruptly from him so she didn’t have to see the amusement in his face. Snatching her half full sake glass, she downed it in a gulp. “Yeah… so you can enjoy yourself Rickett. I promise to have fun, and not hold you back… and…” she practically spluttered before cutting herself off. Leaning down so that he was level with her ear, Rickett whispered, “My love, if both say yes, there will be two hard cocks and one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen for you to play with. You have full permission to do anything you want with all that tantalizing skin.”
Rachael felt her core tighten with his words as lust flared to life deep inside of her. Her vision unfocused and her breath quickened as she imagined all those hands on her and things inside of her. “Shut the fuck up,” she muttered a bit breathlessly to Rickett’s now soft laughter in her ear. Rickett nipped at her earlobe forcing a low moan from Rachael’s throat. “Three of us and I am sure each of us would submit to your own thick, black, strap-on if you remember to pack it,” he continued as she shuddered with desire. “I will,” she breathed, “I will go put it on right now if you don’t stop stoking my fires.” Rickett’s whispered “good girl” nearly drenched her panties as her erect nipples strained into the thin fabric of her tank top. Abruptly, she heard Rickett stepping away from her.
Turning in annoyance, she wondered what had pulled him away until she saw that he was checking his phone. “Rickett…” she growled with a bit of heat in her voice before she saw his grin. “Both of them just accepted, Rachael my dear!” Rickett exclaimed with a tent rapidly forming in front of his boxers. Leaping from the couch, Rachael jumped up and down excitedly and let out a little squeal of delight. “They are in honey!” Rickett’s grin split his face as he caught his wife in a hug and spun her around. Kissing her before he set her down, he started mentally making plans on how everything could come about and make sure everyone left happy at the end of the experience. His thoughts were cut off by Rachael pulling his stiffening member from the fly of his boxers. “Fuck me Rickett,” she demanded. Grinning, he kissed her again and ushered her to the bedroom. There was time to celebrate before he needed to reply.
Ana —
Roselyn pushed open the door, revealing their cabin and home away from home for the next couple weeks aboard the ocean liner Dreamstar.
“Here we are! Adjoining princess suites~!” Roselyn said, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice. The red-head was dressed in white crop top which bared her midriff, paired with a short white skirt, her long legs covered by pair of nude-colored hose against the sea breeze. An open, cropped pink cardigan was around her shoulders, white sunhat and sunglasses paired with slip-ons completing her ensemble. She looked an incognito movie star, glamorous and ephemeral, effortlessly pretty. People had stopped in their tracks to stare as she walked by on the ship.
Behind her, pushing a hand-cart full of luggage, came Bailey. The tall blonde had on a black tank top, showing off her strong shoulders and sizeable C-cup breasts, along with a pair of jean shorts and lace-less tennis shoes. She didn’t have the glamor of her wife, but was still quite beautiful in her own right. “Oh wow, this place is bigger than I thought it would be. We can fit at least half the stuff you brought. Maybe even three-quarters.”
“Hardee har har,” Roselyn replied with a mock scowl. “Let’s see if you’re still complaining when I show off some of the outfits I brought. Not to mention how many of them are toys for you and our guests.”
She grinned then, seeing Bailey’s cheek twitch, and strutted forward, her hand dropping to gently rub against the bulge at the front of Bailey’s jeans, leaning up on her tip toes to whisper in the futa’s ear.
“Are you excited~?”
“Unf…” Bailey gave a shudder, her hands wrapping around Roselyn’s back and tugging her close, leaning down to sigh against her neck, kissing it gently. “You better be careful. You’re gonna start the party early…” She groped Roselyn’s ass under the skirt, giving it a firm smack.
“Haah… naughty~,” Roselyn cooed, even as a tremor went through her. Her hands slid up and down Bailey’s firm, defined six-pack abs under her tank top.
“You started it, sexy girl,” Bailey growled possessively. “You’re probably just as excited as me, maybe even moreso. Bet you’re soaking wet under that skirt. That’s why you couldn’t keep your hands off me.”
Roselyn laughed, pulling away. “Guilty~. But you’re right, I started it, and I should stop. Come on, let’s get the stuff unpacked. I really can’t wait to meet them.”
The process of getting all of their stuff put away took a moment, and let them explore the suite. The entryway led to a sizeable family room, with two couches. Wide double doors, currently open, led to the bedroom followed by the bath and closet space. They had a large deck space, complete with their own jacuzzi. The adjoining cabin could be reached via a door in the entryway, or by walking along the deck, which was joined for the two cabins.
With their preparations completed, there was little to do but wait. Bailey settled onto the couch and started flipping through TV stations, while Roselyn set up her laptop to get a bit of inspired writing done.
Brukalius —
The next day was a blur for both as they finished up their last day of work before the vacation could begin. Rachael’s project concluded beautifully freeing her from the mountain of stress that had been piling up and she felt light as a feather. Rickett confirmed all arrangements were in order and that he was sufficiently packed for the trip as Rachael would not let him see her suitcases. They just had one more night before they set out in the morning and all was well. A good long discussion on any limits and reservations was had that night as both laid in bed. The conversation set both at ease and they fell asleep deciding to save themselves for the trip.
The next morning brought a flurry of activity as the couple made sure they looked their best. Rickett actually put some effort into his hair, adding some ties to keep it back from his face and in a controlled look of disorder. His beard needed a trim, and he spent time ensuring that it mimicked the controlled disorder of his hair. Feeling ready, he donned a dark pair of joggers, a light t-shirt and some flip flops then set about waiting for Rachael to finish.
Knowing that they had everything in order, Rachael took her time. She completed her full skin care routine that left it soft and practically glowing with health in the soft light. Light makeup to make her stark blue eyes pop was applied and lightly curled her auburn hair to give it a bit of extra volume. She knew it wouldn’t last in the humid sea air, but she would make a good first impression. She donned her bikini bottoms showing off bit more cheek than she was comfortable with and a dark copper colored sun dress. The dress was showed off her shoulders, back, and a bit of cleavage tastefully and ended in a flowy wave just above the knee.
After the couple was ready, they texted Roselyn and Bailey that they were on their way and set off in an uber to the Harbor to meet up with them. Rickett could tell that Rachael’s nerves were on edge as she chatted on about everything and nothing at all and he completely understood. This was a big step for them and he felt a lot of pressure to make sure it all went well. He wanted Rachael to have a good time even more than he wanted things for himself, and he knew she would if she could let go. It was his turn to be the rock and he forced down his own anxiety to reassure her. Fortunately, what had learned about Roselyn and Bailey had them as excellent ice breakers.
The trip to the harbor passed by in a blur and the couple were whisked on board past the milling crowd as soon as they showed their tickets. They found themselves in a spacious elevator ascending to an upper floor.
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