A Sailing Honeymoon Ch. 02

Author's note: Sorry to those demanding longer chapters. This is another relatively short chapter from Anna's point of view. I will attempt to post one chapter a week if the tree don't fall and the river don't rise! P.S. The next chapter is 7000+ words.

(I can't believe we are about to take a cruise as I hold Roy's hand and stare at the beautiful sailboat...)

Roy caught me completely off guard when the little shit sat me down and pulled his "deadly serious" we need to talk crap on me. Then he handed me a cruise brochure for The Artistic Challenge and told me that we were going to Veracruz, Mexico, and we would be touring some ancient Mayan temples.

To say I was excited would be an understatement! But what he said next made me the happiest woman in the world. Roy told me it would be wonderful to conceive our first child on our second honeymoon. He is such a romantic, and I love him so much!

Roy is thirty and has worked at the RV dealership for seven years. Last summer, he was the youngest salesman ever promoted to sales manager.

I was so proud of him, and Roy deserved it. After all, everyone at the dealership calls him "The Closer."

I've always reassured Roy that I understood and was okay with him working late. But I was sure he booked this trip to make up for all the nights he came home late, and I couldn't have been happier to spend our second honeymoon on a cruise with my husband.

I stopped taking my birth control pills and had the usual side effects for most of the two weeks leading up to our trip. But we have never been able to keep our hands off each other, and I figured it wouldn't hurt to give my husband a little extra incentive to knock up his wife on our second honeymoon. I would neck with Roy and edge his cock every chance I got, then leave him hanging and tell him he had to wait until we were on our cruise.

I knew it was driving him crazy, and the last few days before we left, I could hardly get a kiss. I figured his blue-balls needed a rest, and I had to give Roy credit for holding out. I could have never held out that long and cheated more than once with my girlfriend, Wanda! My shoulder and neck massage wand!

I was so excited when we pulled out of the driveway. It felt like we were going on our first honeymoon all over again, and we just started talking like we hadn't seen each other in weeks.

I had so much fun teasing Roy over the two weeks leading up to our second honeymoon that I planned to take things up a notch, on the long drive to Miami, by giving him some highlights from a fun erotic story I read called, The Cruise. It was about a happily married couple who won tickets for a cruise and ended up having a lot more fun than they were expecting!

There was just one small problem with my plan. Roy didn't know I had been reading erotic stories since last summer, and I wasn't sure how he would feel about it. Finally, I saw my opening and mentioned that I'd been reading a lot to fill the time when he worked late. He knew I loved to read and wasn't surprised. Then I told Roy I had stumbled across an erotic story site while looking for ebooks to read on my tablet last summer.

It was the truth, more or less, and when I admitted to reading some of the stories out of curiosity, Roy responded with one of those hard-to-read guy grunts. It sounded positive, and he looked calm. So I took a chance and gave him a pretty detailed outline of the story, focusing on the sex, of course. Judging by the tent in his shorts and the fact that he tried to get a handy, I was sure Roy liked the story. I think he hoped I would give in because I was as turned on as he was, and to be honest, I was tempted. But I held the line and told him he had to wait.

Yet, I was curious about what got Roy so excited. I touched on many different sexual situations, from wife swapping to cuckold Hotwife gangbangs. So, just for fun, I put my hand on his bulge and asked him which part of the story was causing him so much discomfort. Roy was purposely vague and would only say it was all the hot sex I described. Then my sweet, guilt-stricken Roy cleared his throat and said, "And your smile!"

I couldn't help myself and teasingly asked if he liked the idea of playing around with no strings to push his guilt button again. I wasn't surprised when Roy roundly rejected the idea and affirmed his devotion to me. I was on a roll, pushed a little further, and asked Roy if he had thought about me with another man. Then something happened that I wasn't expecting.

His cock jumped against my hand, and Judging by his body language and strange expression, I thought he might be cumming in his pants. I was stunned by his reaction and quickly pulled my hand away, worried that he would lose control and crash. But to my great relief, Roy quickly came around and tightly gripped the steering wheel.

Luckily we were just coming up to a rest stop, and when Roy slowed to pull in, I tried to lighten the mood by cheerfully agreeing that a potty break was a good idea. But he didn't say a word or even look at me as he hastily parked, got out, and practically ran to the bathroom. He was really out of sorts, and I was worried. I've read many erotic stories about husbands who get turned on by their wives being with other men, but Roy never struck me as the type. Yet, I couldn't deny what I felt and how he reacted, and I didn't know what to think. Was Roy a closet cuckold? The thought made my head spin, and I was horrified and turned-on; at the same time.

When Roy calmed down, I was sure he would want to talk about what happened. I just wasn't sure what to say to him. I have fantasized about all kinds of scenarios while reading those erotic stories. Hell, who am I kidding? I usually masturbated to them, but I couldn't tell Roy that, could I?

I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, I thought. But first, I needed to use the little girls' room, and I wanted to get out of my soaked panties! When I came out of the restroom, Roy was waiting for me by the main entrance.

I'm used to men staring, and so is Roy, and I saw him grin as some guy, who was a little distracted by my cleavage, bumped into another guy. I couldn't help but smile as the other guy became distracted too!

Roy was still grinning when I took his hand with a reassuring squeeze. Yet, I knew what was coming next, and I was a little worried as Roy escorted me to the truck, opened the door, and helped me in like the gentleman he is. Ordinarily, Roy would have helped me out when we arrived. But I understood why he didn't this time.

We stared out of the windshield in awkward silence until we both tried to talk at the same time, twice! Then Roy and I turned toward one another and burst into laughter. When our laughter ended with deep sighing breaths, Roy held up his hand to speak first.

Roy was still struggling with what happened and said he would never tell me what I could or couldn't read. I told him I only admitted to reading the erotic stories out of guilt. Then he asked why I told him today. I had a bad feeling that's where this conversation was headed, and I didn't want to go there. I just wanted us to get past it and move on. So I tried to play it off and get Roy back on the road. But he held his ground and said we weren't going anywhere until I told him why.

Oh, I knew what he wanted to hear, but I felt trapped and defensive and told Roy I didn't see what the problem was, I was just setting the mood for our honeymoon. Then I pointed out that he obviously liked it.

I could tell by the way Roy said he didn't care for the whole throwing out their marriage vows shit! He was getting annoyed. I was used to reading erotica and hadn't considered Roy would focus on that point. But in hindsight, I could see why he would. Then I pointed out it wasn't a problem when he wanted a "handy!" But it came out meaner than I intended.

Apparently, that was the straw! Roy couldn't even look at me as he recounted almost driving off the road and said he thought he was going to puke. Then he yelled, wanting to know why I would ask him if he had thought about me with another man!

I knew Roy would never hit me, and I thought his anger was directed more at himself than at me for the way he reacted to my question. But I couldn't get over the fact that every word out of his mouth could have easily come from one of the many cuckold and cheating wives stories I had read. Or the fact that I was getting turned on by all the possibilities running around in my head.

When Roy finally turned to look at me, I could tell he wasn't expecting to see me smiling. And I'm sure he didn't expect my response.

"Oh, I felt your reaction alright... And that's how you're supposed to feel."

I couldn't believe those words had just come out of my mouth, and I knew it was the wrong thing to say as I said it.

Roy angrily protested my assertion, but then he quickly ran out of steam as he told me he wanted to crawl into a hole and die at the thought of me with another man. I knew he didn't understand, and I felt sorry for him as Roy hung his head: looking defeated. Yet, his reaction only reinforced my suspicion, and a tingle ran up my spine as I dared to consider all the possibilities! I also knew we needed to get past this moment, and I squeezed his arm as I apologized for being insensitive and asked him to forgive me.

Roy understood I was only trying to make our honeymoon better, and I reminded him, as he pointed out, the story was fictional. Of course, I didn't mention that some of those stories are true! Roy put the truck in gear, and we had a little fun banter as he pulled out of the rest stop. Then we fell into easy conversation, as if nothing happened, the rest of the way to Miami.

(...Yet, I can't stop thinking about what happened, and I have so many conflicting feelings and thoughts swirling in my head as we wait to board the ship and start our second honeymoon.)