Backstory – We met on a cruise ship and have had a wicked affair for the last 6 months. She’s very married and I am not. Our sexual chemistry is off the charts. I send her “stories” like this fantasize about our next encounter or to document our last. She'll often call me masturbating while reading them out loud. She has this unusual jealousy streak when I talk to other women, even when she’s with her husband at the time. I know exactly how she’ll react and it will be fireworks once we meet again. It's my 1^st Story… A few grammatical errors, but I hope y’all get the point and be gentle. I’ll publish other emails if the votes and comments are kind!

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He decided to make the trip to Miami in his car the day before the cruise. His car needed the exercise and it's really a bitch to fly from his home to Miami. Gotta connect somewhere it seems and at the end of the day, it takes about the same amount of time to get there from here.

She  and her husband checked in the day before and was eager to see him - aka boytoy. Their October trip did not work out, too many hoops to jump through and they did plan to see each other on the cruise ship for some much-needed skin time.

He stayed at the hotel next to hers, making sure there would be no chance of an unfortunate run in with her spouse. He rolled in about 1pm and checked in, taking his cooler to the pool waiting for her. Her plan was simple, break out the rum early and often, hope for the usual 7pm crash of her husband and run next door to see her boytoy. She needed him and she was not going to be denied. 

She checked whatsapp about 1:30pm and saw he had checked in and was lounging by the pool, watching the game on his iPad, waiting for her. Her heart raced... So close, but yet so far. Her plan was not working as of yet. Her husband overdid it the night before and was pacing himself today. His drinks were melting, the condensation of the glass from the ice left circle marks on the table, showing that there was work to be done. 

He was enjoying the December sun and getting caught up on reading the entire internet, waiting on her. Hydration was more important than consumption. They flirted back and forth, she had to be careful not to get caught on her phone, whereas he did not have a care in the world, just time to burn. About 5pm she sent an update that her husband was wide awake and they were headed for supper at the Roadhouse next door. The sun was starting to set as it does this time of year. It would be dark about 5:45pm, give or take. The pool was getting a little more crowded with pre-cruise tourists. He had sat briefly in the hot tub, the warm jets helped soothe the stiffness from the drive, but only aggravated his physical reaction. His cock was semi hard and he knew there would be a little bulge, even in the modest swim shorts he wore, but there were not too many people around them, so no harm, no foul. 

He went to the room at sunset and freshened up. A quick shower and as he washed his cock and balls, he was back in a semi hard state, thinking about how much he needed to be inside her and how much he needed that hot, tight wet pussy.  He dried off and put on a simple white t-shirt, UA golf shorts and a Titleist hat. His "uniform" these days. He sent her a chat and waited. It took her a few minutes to reply and she sent a frown emoji. He asked where they were sitting because he was hungry and needed something to eat. They both agreed that the patio bar would be the best option for him and he wandered that way. 

She saw him walk directly to the bar and sat down, facing the parking lot so as not to be seen. Her smile turned into a little pout as she wondered why he has to look so damn cute? There were quite a few empty seats and her pussy tingled at the thought of having a "Dick on Demand" all week on the cruise ship. She had not had sex in a year before she met him and they basically fuck for hours at a time when they meet. Because she would be with her husband the entire cruise, she would have to find an excuse to get free for an hour or so throughout the day. The term ‘Dick on Demand” was created. 

She had masturbated to so many porn videos with those suction dildos - they could stick on shower walls, tables, floors or anywhere else you could imagine. Dick on Demand. He was going to be just that for her. She was going to fuck him at least 4 times a day - whenever she wanted some cock, his tongue or needed a wicked release. Now her clit started to pulse. She felt her engorged nub press against her panties and became flushed, her cheeks red and her pulse racing again. 

The drinking plan was starting to work, but it was not going to be 7pm, probably closer to 9pm, based on previous experiences. She asked the bartenders to bring him doubles when he had to use the restroom, slipping them a tip in advance.  

She saw her boytoy get up and move over a seat to allow 3 women to sit together beside him. Women? Really? She quickly texted him and reminded him to be good, and that she would see him about 9pm. He missed the text as he was chatting with his new friends at the bar and was watching the Sunday night football game. He replied about 15 minutes later and said no worries. She was upset at the delay. How could we wait 15 minutes to reply? Bastard. 

It took forever to get her back to her room and tuck in her spouse, who finally succumbed to the rums about 9:15pm. Her boytoy was still at the bar, waiting for the signal to go back to his room. She sent the text at 9:30pm and he replied immediately, pick me up on the way over, I'm just chilling with some locals… 

Locals? Really? She was ready to spank him and spank him good. That SOB is really going to get it. Her pulse was racing, her jealousy and passion were making her pussy wetter and wetter by the moment. 

"What is up with this guy and LOCALS?" she hissed to herself. 

She walked in behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, the bourbon in her veins ready to pounce. She went to give him a piece of her mind when he kissed her. "Y'all, THIS is who I have been waiting for. Thanks for the conversation ladies and have a wonderful night". He took his lover by the hand and smiled. "I've missed you" and kissed her again.

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 She only could escape for an hour and winced as her boytoy fucked her pussy harder than ever. 

His teeth probably left a mark when he chewed on her nipples like a wild animal a few minutes earlier... Her pussy was happy as she tried to suffocate him while sitting on his face, his wicked tongue alternating on her hard clit, pussy and asshole as soon as she walked in the room and was thrown on the bed, fire in his eyes as he stripped her naked... 

"The rest of the week may be Dick on Demand... But right now, it's “Pussy on Demand" he said with purpose as he spanked her ass, leaving a hand-print. 

He tried to hold out, but couldn't. He thought about shooting it on her ass, face or tits... But there is something wicked about sending her back to her room and her drunken husband with a cream pie as he exploded inside her, 2 weeks of cum built up for this moment.

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She could feel their juices leak as she limped back to her room. Nipples raw, pussy puffed out from that pounding and her clit twice her normal size. 

"Dick on Demand" she thought but maybe she really meant being his "Pussy on Demand". 

Payback was going to be rough and she looked at her fresh manicure wondering how deep she should leave some scratch marks on his back tomorrow as she went to her lonely side of the bed. 

 "Deep enough to mark my territory with the fucking locals" she thought as she fell asleep, pussy still twitching, cream pie dripping at the thought of 5 more wicked days left with her boytoy on the cruise ship… With her husband not even realizing he was being cucked.