Depths of Desire

Wake Up Call

I heard the ship’s alarm go off at 7am. I rubbed my eyes and looked over to Steven, who was still fast asleep. I patted him hard on the shoulder to rouse him from his drug induced sleep. He sat up in the bed and yawned.

            “What’s the matter?” he said groggily, momentarily forgetting where he’d woke.

“Ship’s alarm has just gone off. We must be docking at our first stop my love” I answered, I could feel that the ship had slowed down to a gentle motion. The sounds of the engine were easing off.

“Oh. Okay” Steven replied, rubbing his eyes. He pushed himself up from the bed and made his way to the window and peeped out of it, “Must be coming into Key West I reckon. Better get dressed, we can grab brunch whilst we’re out”.

I nodded to him, brunch would be nice, my stomach gurgled slightly, I felt hungry after last night.

Steven went to the bathroom and started to run the shower. I called through to him, “How’s the nose?”

            “Not too bad, I don’t think it’s broken”, he shouted back over the sound of the running water.

“That’s good then. I honestly thought I’d damaged your face”.

            “It would take a hell of a lot more than that to do me any damage” he replied laughing to himself. “Anyway” he continued, “What did you get up to last night. I think I was asleep before you got back”.

            “You were asleep before I’d even left”.

Steven got out of the shower and I climbed in. Steven was looking at me concerned. “What happened to your legs?” he asked.

            “I don’t know”. I looked down and on each thigh were two large bruises.

“Looks like someone had grabbed your thighs?”. He looked more concerned now. I tried to shrug it off.

            “Steven, erm, I don’t know what it is. Perhaps you knocked me in the night”.

He replied uncertainly, “Hmm maybe?”, He continued “But I don’t think that’s it? Is it?”

“Oh, I went dancing last night, maybe I bumped into someone. There’s a lot of salsa music being played. I’d had a fair bit to drink too, could be anything”.

Steven seemed to let it go. I was going to have to be more careful, I couldn’t let him find out. I quickly got dressed, picking out a light blue summer dress.

            “How’d I look?” I asked twirling around the cabin. My dress flowing in the artificial breeze I had created.

Steven gave me a cheeky smile, his eyes darting up and down my body, “You look captivating” he said with a growl.

“Not now you little horn dog” I said waving his advances away, “When we get back, I promise I’ll make love to you all night” I dropped my arms onto the bed ready to pounce and biting my lip seductively I continued, “Until then I’ll just have to drive your imagination wild”.

He laughed and gave me a wink, “Okay love. Whatever you say”.

We walked to the gangway, joining a bustling queue of other passengers waiting to disembark. I could feel the warm humid salty air coming from the door as I breathed in. The air clung to me and felt thick. I couldn’t wait to leave the ship and start exploring the small archipelago.

            Finally, we were able to leave the ship, the sun’s rays felt good on my skin. I was hoping to give myself a glowing tan, which in this heat shouldn’t take too long. As I walked down the gangway I held on to Steven’s hand, we took each step in our stride heading toward the island.

It took only a couple of hours for me to fall in love with Key West. I loved wandering the streets, admiring the romantic old mansions, daydreaming how I could move my life to live here. We made a visit to the Key West Lighthouse, which was just across the road from Hemingway House. I stupidly felt energetic enough to climb the eighty-eight stairs to the top for the panoramic views. I’m a little scared of heights and while I had no problem with the steep and narrow stairs, I was a little anxious in the strong winds at the top.

I turned to Steven and said, “You think we could climb down, I’m getting a little scared now”.

He laughed and squeezed my shoulders reassuringly, “Come on then” he said as he tapped my ass with a small sharp smack.

We climbed the steps back down and started to head back. We had finished up in a bar close to the docked ship at Mallory Square, I turned to Steven and eyed him lovingly, gently sipping on a cold mojito.

            “Steven today has made me realise that I love you more than I ever could”.

“You show it in a funny way sometimes Bree”.

“Come off it” I said huffily, “I show you nothing but the purest of love”.

He laughed and finished his drink, “Shall we get another?” he asked. I was sure he was beginning to get drunk. I stood up and walked over to the bar, I saw the waitress and hollered her over.

            “Hi, can I get a couple of mojitos please?” she nodded with a smile “Si!”.

I took our drinks back to the table and passed Steven his. I carefully nursed mine, staring at my husband who took a couple of big swigs and finished his drink.

            “Why can’t you just sit and enjoy your drink” I said hotly. His rash behaviour was beginning to infuriate me. I loved him but his unreasonableness was too unbearable to tolerate in this heat.

            “Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I just wanna get drunk. Maybe I think my wife’s a secret slut”, he was almost shouting. I tried to calm him down, but he continued to get more aggressive.

“You’ve been f*****g again, haven’t you?” he barked, his finger pointing menacingly at my face.

“That’s why you have them bruises on your thighs. Don’t think I don’t know b***h!” he screamed.

 People were looking at us, I was embarrassed from the unwanted attention. I could hear murmurs from the crowd, I turned around to them and said sharply “Mind your own business alright! He’s drunk, go back to your own business, for f**k’s sake!”. The crowd went quiet and then slunk back into their own conversations. Their eyes darting back at us, watching for our drama to unfold.

            “Steven, how could you!” I had to defend myself. I couldn’t let him know that I’d had s*x with the young bar boy Darius. But what if he found out I thought to myself, what would he do to me. I tried to reason with him.

            “Come on love, it’s the drink talking, you don’t mean any of this”. I stood and walked around to my husband and embraced him. I whispered into his ear, “I love you, I wouldn’t do to anything  hurt you or destroy what we have”.

I seemed to have broken through to him, he nodded and hung his head. He moved his hand onto mine, I could hear him say sorry very softly.

 I suggested that we go back to the ship, freshen up and make ourselves comfortable. He stood up, wobbling slightly from the intake of alcohol and we made our way back to the ship.

We managed to find our way back to the room. Steven fell on his back onto the bed. He looked cute laying there. I climbed onto the bed and undid his trousers, I pulled them down so far and pulled his c**k from his pants.

            I slowly licked the tip, it throbbed in my hand, I pulled down gently on the shaft exposing the head further. I circled the head, gently nipping it. Through these little touches it swelled, it was hot in my hand. I could feel his pulse in his shaft. I placed my mouth over it and engulfed his c**k with my mouth.

            I twisted on his shaft whilst I pulled up and down, moving my head in time with each stroke downwards.

I could feel him twitch with each movement. I knew I was getting wet from the pleasure I was giving my husband, but I wasn’t ready to give in to him just yet. I moistened a finger and teased his ass. He moaned and grunted, I figured that meant he wanted me to push in. I gently insert my digit and curved it upwards to his prostrate.

            I began to take more of his c**k in my mouth, my saliva was glistening on his shaft. I could feel that he was close to orgasm, his c**k twitched even more, and his ass kept tightening on my finger. He then erupted in my mouth, he cried out with relief. I tried to swallow but gagged slightly. The volume was incredible, he coated my throat with his salty bitter come. I removed his c**k from my mouth and kissed the tip. He was still coming, I moved my hand up and down, finally teasing the last remnants of come from his c**k. His body jerked with each movement of my hand; the pleasure was overbearing his sensitive c**k.

            I wiped my mouth and moved to kiss his lips. He kissed me back “I trust you Bree” he said drunkenly. He then fell asleep snoring.

I cursed under my breath, this would be another night without my husband. I hurriedly got changed into something more appropriate for the evening, a white cocktail dress.

            “See you later Steven!” I called out as I left the room, slamming the door hard behind me.

I guess I’m going to go dancing again, I thought to myself. I knew that I would get some attention in there, maybe Darius would meet up again. The thought of being f****d by Darius again made my p***y tingle. I followed the corridor with a skip in my step, I was hungry, but it wasn’t food that I had a pang for.