^{This post was initially here in 2024, but I deleted it. I am back and will post the various parts of the series here once again. I hope the re-post is OK!}

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We stepped onto the cruise ship, ready to bask in the sun for our 10-day honeymoon in the Caribbean. I was 19 and incredibly innocent. Before last night - our wedding night - I had never had sex with my husband. At 21, he was a virgin and was new to sex, too. Because of our religious upbringing, we 'saved ourselves' for marriage. It had led to a disappointing wedding night, with about 45 seconds of passion followed by two hours of apologies and embarrassment.

But now we were on the cruise ship and ready to acquire some experience. "It must get better from here," I thought. 

As we made our way onto the cruise ship, I saw many men staring at my husband and me. On reflection, all these years later, it was probably mostly me. I didn't know it then, but I must have been a lust pill for all the middle-aged and elderly men on the cruise ship. I probably looked slightly illegal, with curly blonde hair that reached past my shoulders and an innocent, young-looking body. I wore a crop-top cami, my bikini top underneath, and some really short denim shorts. At the time, though, I had no idea of the power of my beauty, of my sexuality. I was just wearing what fashion trends were in for women then.

We enjoyed our day at the poolside as the ship took off from Miami and prepared ourselves for our first night aboard. My husband wore slacks with a shirt and tie, and I wore a sparkly sequin dress with strappy shoulders and a deep v-cut neck. 

Being new to cruises, we didn't know to request a table for two, so we were seated with a couple in their mid-30s. We were too young and naive to assert ourselves, so instead of asking for a table alone, we sat down with them. They were an attractive couple, both well-groomed and friendly.

"Well, hello there!" the wife said, her stunning white-and-veneered teeth flashing as she greeted us. "I'm Shelly, and this is my husband, Brandt. Nice to make your acquaintance!"

"Hello," my husband offered. "I'm Kurt, and this is my wife, Bella." We all said hello, and Kurt politely pulled out my chair before we sat down and began to visit.

Brandt looked at me intensely. I would have thought he was creepy if he had been my age. Seeing that he was married, I figured he was interested in the conversation with us and being polite. "My god, you guys are young. Don't take this wrong, but what are you two doing on a cruise ship?"

Kurt explained that his parents were avid cruisers and had purchased this honeymoon for us as a wedding gift. 

"Holy shit, you guys are newly married? That has to be a story!" Brandt said, smiling ear to ear.

Shelly shot an icy stare at her husband. "Brandt, don't pry so much. You're being rude!"

I was finally feeling comfortable enough to jump in. "Oh, he's not being rude. We are pretty young," I said, sharing our ages with them. We just felt it was the right time for us."

"I'm going to make a guess if you'll let me," Brandt said. Shelly winced.

"Go ahead," Kurt replied.

"Your wedding night was your first sex together?" He said, smiling.

"Brandt!" Shelly hit her husband, "You guys don't have to answer that."

I blushed. We didn't really talk about sex in the home I grew up in. My eyes darted to the ground.

Kurt chimed in, "Oh, it's OK, Shelly. Yes, we had our first go last night. It was a pretty great experience!" I was a little annoyed at Kurt. First, the experience was not great, for me at least. Second, I wished he had taken Shelly's lead and left the question alone.

We continued chatting for the rest of dinner, and then, as we wrapped up dessert, Brandt convinced my Kurt to try a cigar on the smoking deck for 'dessert.' My husband had never smoked a day in his life, and I was annoyed he was abandoning me on our honeymoon. Shelly and I went to one of the piano bars. She ordered a glass of wine, and I had sparkling water with lemon. I was quiet.

"Everything OK, honey?" Shelly asked. I was appreciative that she seemed genuinely concerned with my well-being. Despite this, I replied, "I'm fine," hoping to quash things.

"I might have been born at night, but it wasn't last night!" Shelly said. She was charming and sweet and put her arm around me like an aunt might. "What's going on?"

"I don't want to sound rude. You guys seem very nice. But we just got married and are on our honeymoon. And now my husband is going to smell terrible because he's having a cigar with Brandt instead of learning how to make love to me. Expectations just aren't meeting reality right now.

"That's not rude at all. I'm sorry Brandt stole him away. If it's any consolation, he's a horny bastard, so I'm sure he is giving Kurt some good tips." She smirked as she said it. "The guy literally makes me cum anytime we are together. It's half the reason I married him." She laughed, and I did, too. Her warmth and cheer made me feel a bit better.

"What kind of things does he do to make you cum?" I asked. I had never had an orgasm in my life, so I was genuinely curious.

"You name it, sweetie. He's just an all-around grade-A lover. He explores my body so well. I learn from him what I like as much as I've learned on my own." Shelly started twirling her hair with her fingers. 

"How have you explored on your own?" I asked, genuinely curious about what she meant. At this point, I hadn't even masturbated to orgasm. I had been taught that it was wrong to pleasure myself. I listened to what I was taught.

"Are you telling me you don't even play with yourself?" Shelly looked shocked.

"Nope," I said matter-of-factly. The boys were walking back into the piano bar and came to join us at our seats.

"Well, you have lots of learning to do, my dear," Shelly whispered to me as Brandt and Kurt sat down.

"Shall I order a round of shots to kick off the night of our new friendship?" Brandt asked.

"Umm, neither of us is 21. I don't think the bartenders will serve us," I said. Plus, we don't usually drink anyway." 

This was a fib. We didn't drink. I had a couple too many Smirnoff Ice once in high school, which ended with me puking in a bush for 25 minutes. Other than that, I had never consumed alcohol. Kurt had a few beers for his high school graduation and enjoyed the old scotch with his uncles, but we didn't party or "drink to get drunk."

"Well, let's go hang out at our suite then," Brandt said, "they can't give you shit for what they can't see!"

"What do you think, honey?" Kurt asked. I didn't want to offend Brandt and Shelly, so I replied, "Why not? Might be fun."

We made our way to one of the higher passenger room decks and toward the very back of the vessel. At first, I thought they must have a terrible room, but as we reached the end of the hallway, I realized I was wrong. This room was huge, almost 1,200 square feet. It had floor-to-ceiling windows and an incredible balcony. Compared to our 170-square-foot inside cabin, it felt like a mansion. It had its own seating area, a large king-size bed, a large bathroom with double vanities and even a bathtub. A guilty part of me wished this were my honeymoon suite.

Brandt went to their luggage, pulled out a bottle of vodka, and told us to take a seat. We sat by one of the enormous windows and admired the lights from one of the nearby islands. "This must be incredible to wake up to. You hardly need to leave the ship!" Kurt exclaimed, smiling ear-to-ear.

"Well, we used to grab the ocean-view rooms, but they are really just a little port window. So, as life and finances treated us well, we upgraded a little."

Brandt served vodka-soda-limes to each of us, and we visited for some time. Each couple shared where we met, how long we had been together, and what we hoped to see on the cruise. One drink turned into three, and then Brandt started free-pouring. The fourth drink tasted bitter, but the conversation was fun.

I started to get sloppy first, owing to my 115-pound body and low alcohol tolerance. But Kurt wasn't too far behind. Brandt and Shelly still seemed fine, and we shared many more laughs.

Eventually, we returned to the topic of our honeymoon, as Brandt blurted out, "So Kurt, you told me what a great night you and Bella had last night. Was it great for you, too, Bella?"

I hoped Shelly would interject again, but instead, she raised her head. It seemed she was urging me to "come on" and share what I had with her. I felt my face flush bright red. My inhibitions were lowered, so I shared gently, "Well, it fell a little short of expectations."

Kurt started to turn red, and I felt guilty for embarrassing him in front of these relative strangers. But Brandt saved the day. "Bella, with a stunning woman like you, I'm sure any man would probably deliver a short performance on their very first time. Kurt, you were probably just thrilled to be inside her, right?"

Kurt smiled, "Well, ya. Look at her. And it was like nothing I've ever felt before," he shared, appearing vindicated from the flash of shame he felt moments before.

"Did Brandt give you any good tips on how to take care of me sexually, Kurt?" I blurted this out, likely owing to Shelly's comments at the piano bar and a growing percentage of vodka inside me.

"Bella. Why would Brandt talk to me about that? It's private." Kurt said in an almost scolding tone.

"We aren't being private right now. We are sharing with our new friends. Plus, you were the one who said we had a pretty great experience at dinner." I was proud to stand up for myself and my need to be heard. Shelly winked at me.

"But why would Brandt have something to share?" Kurt asked.

"Well, for one, Shelly says he's a sexual Maestro who can make her cum on command." 

"Well, let's not give him too much credit here," Shelly jumped in, probably trying to rescue us from our first marriage fight, "but Brandt does know his way around a woman's body."

I looked at Brandt, thinking he might also be blushing. But he was just smiling, taking the whole scene in.

Kurt was still defensive but didn't want to fight with Shelly, "Well, it's not like I'm a pro or something. How am I supposed to know my way around when I've never explored?"

Brandt chimed in, "Hey man, you're totally right. It takes some time and research to please a woman well. And I've had my share of research with Shelly!"

Shelly smacked Brandt, "And a bunch of other sluts before we met!" They both laughed. It was weird to be chatting with a couple so comfortable with their sexuality. Our friend group at home grew up just like us. Now, we were quite literally in the same boat with a couple with a whole new perspective.

Kurt seemed to be feeling better. And the alcohol was emboldening him, too. "OK, what's your first tip, Mr. sexual maestro?"

Brandt smiled. He looked at Shelly. She grinned ear to ear, too. "Well, I suppose I should start with the best trick for you… at least until you can build your stamina up."

Kurt gulped. "OK, I guess I didn't last too long last night. What is it?"

"Your tongue," Brandt said, "and her clit."

"Oh ya, I've seen some movies that joke about this. I hear you need a roadmap to find it. That true?"

"No, not really. You just need a little patience and desire to please your woman. My greatest arousal actually comes from my wife building up and arriving at orgasm. It's so fucking hot, Kurt." Brandt smiled.

Shelly said, "It's just around the corner from her hole. Come up toward the pubic bone, and you'll find a little bump. Go soft and gentle, and apply lots of lube if you're using your fingers, or keep your tongue wet with your saliva." 

Kurt gulped again, his face flushing with apparent arousal. "How does it feel for you when he does it?" He asked.

"I imagine it a lot like it did for you when you exploded last night," she quipped. It takes more time and patience for women than men to get there.

I was starting to get aroused, too, and I put my arms around Kurt to give him a kiss. He looked at Brandt and Shelly on the other couch.

"It's OK, enjoy your wife," Brandt said, encouraging the public display of affection.

Kurt kissed me back, and we started making out passionately. I could blame the alcohol, but I was caught up in the moment of being around people who would actually talk about this stuff instead of repressing it. I boldly grabbed Kurt's cock.

"Woah," he cautioned, looking at the loving couple, who were also starting to rub at one another as they watched us.

"Ya, woah," said Brandt. "You're going to make him cum again. Train him to make you cum first."

"Should we go to our room?" I asked. 

"Sweetie, do what you're comfortable with; we don't mind," Shelly reassured us.

"What do you want to do?" Kurt questioned.

"I… think I want you to lick my clit. With Brandt and Shelly here, maybe they can coach us. We've never known anyone like this." I flushed red at how delightfully naughty I was being. It felt good to be so bad.

"Well, OK. That's not weird for you guys?" Kurt asked.

Brandt jumped in, "Like Shelly said, we don't mind."

Kurt stripped off my sparkly dress and exposed my young body to the room. I had some "little boy" style panties that I was slightly embarrassed about. I looked over to Brandt and Shelly and saw her rubbing his dick as he just stared at me. He didn't seem to mind my panty type.

Kurt started to pull my panties to the side, and Brandt quietly commented, "Kurt, just take them off all the way."

I watched as Kurt pulled my panties down around my hips, past my knees, and then gently past my ankles. "Open your legs, sweetie," Shelly encouraged.

I opened my legs up, exposing myself fully. I felt like a naughty girl. At the same time, I felt like a goddess. A warmth rose up from my crotch to my stomach. I was aroused!

Kurt came between my legs and fumbled around a bit. He had forgotten Brandt's advice and was licking everywhere and furiously. In retrospect, he probably watched some stupid porn and thought he was making stuff happen.

"Slow down a bit, buddy," Brandt cautioned. "Gentle licking is a lot better than furious licking." Brandt watched me with an intensity I had not really felt. It dawned on me that he was probably sexually attracted to me. But, maybe owing to the heat of the moment, I felt a sudden attraction to him, too.

"Why don't you guys enjoy yourself, too?" I suggested as I relaxed. Kurt was at least in the correct region and trying a softer and gentler approach. I had expected that Brandt and Shelly would enjoy each other, but I realized my invitation had been open-ended when they both came over to assist Kurt.

"Mind if I show you a trick, Kurt?" Shelly asked. 

"Umm… sure."

Shelly got on her knees between my thighs and started to lick me. "How do you know how to do this?" I asked, feeling increased pleasure from her efforts compared to Kurt's. 

"Slutty college days, I guess!" Shelly shared before diving back into me.

"Kurt, just pull your dick out and watch this incredible sight." Brandt encouraged softly. Kurt looked at him skeptically. Brandt responded by pulling out his own cock, which looked incredibly hot, standing at full attention. He began to rub it.

Kurt followed Brandt's lead, stripping out of his dinnerware, underwear, and down to his cock and socks. "I'm not going to rub mine quite yet," he said. I was sure one rub would cause him to blow his load.

Shelly turned to Kurt and asked me if it was OK if she showed me something new. "OK," I whispered, still stunned with arousal.

Shelly stood up and kissed Kurt passionately. "How does your wife's pussy taste on my lips? Now watch as my husband takes care of your wife."

With that, Brandt got down between my legs. He asked me if it was OK if he made me cum. "OK."

Brandt started licking my clit, first moving in an up-and-down motion, then eventually side to side. I was feeling more and more sexually charged as he went. Shelly knelt down and started stroking Kurt's dick. But only about one stroke every minute. She was edging him. I just didn't know if that day.

Meanwhile, Brandt began to stick his middle finger inside of me. "Jesus, she's tight, Shelly!"

"Like me before kids, I suppose." Shelly smiled at her husband's masterwork, unoffended by her husband's adoration for my body. "So, Kurt, watch his power move as he brings your wife to climax. He has one finger inside her, and he will move to one side of the clit and stroke his tongue slowly and meticulously in the right place. Her hips will begin to writhe in pleasure as he gets close. He may up the pace of his finger, but he will hold the pace of his tongue the same. That's where his focus is. On maintaining the feeling that gives her pleasure."

Kurt just stood there with his dick erect, the pre-cum leaking out of him like a drippy faucet. He watched helplessly but excitedly as another man licked me intensely. "Feel good, hun?" He checked in.

"Like heaven," I muttered before writhing my hips in pleasure. And with that, Brandt began his intense focus, following the steps Shelly prescribed. The pleasure welled up inside me, building and building until I burst. "Oh my God, fuck, keep your finger going!" I shouted.

Brandt stopped licking and began fingering me intensely, first with one finger and then two.

Shelly then took Kurt's dick in her mouth and showed her impressive oral skills, taking it deeper and deeper until it disappeared.

Suddenly, my pussy began to convulse intensely, wetness flowing out of me, and my legs shaking like an earthquake. Brandt withdrew his fingers from me and came up to kiss me. I was so impassioned that I pulled him toward me as I made out with him, my tiny body lying underneath his muscular torso. 

"Can I, Kurt?" I begged.

"Go ahead," he whispered as he came into Shelly's mouth.

"Fuck me, Brandt."

Without hesitation, Brandt entered me. He started slowly, his cock filling all parts of me. He felt more significant than Kurt.

"Do you think your wife likes my husband?" Shelly asked Kurt as he began to intensify his thrusts. "Because I can tell you he sure as fuck likes her!" Brandt looked up at his wife, smiling down at him. The idea of another man desiring me must have done the trick because my tight wet pussy convulsed on Brandt's cock, its youthfulness almost pulling him into me. He pushed and pushed for a few more seconds, but I continued to cum. 

Brandt withdrew himself from me and began to shoot his load all over my petite stomach and tits.

Shelly began to stroke Kurt's thighs again. I think she could tell he was staring in disbelief at his new bride covered in someone else's semen. 

I had never felt like this in my life. Brandt was astoundingly good. "So Kurt, how do you feel?" All eyes turned to him for a response.

TO BE CONTINUED…