Don wanted to just get away after working non-stop on a big software contract. He promised his wife Susan, after the project they would go on a vacation. Susan suggested a quiet stay at a B&B or maybe a luxurious hotel, but Don balked. “Doing nothing is not my idea of a vacation, Susan, let’s do something adventurous for a change.”
“Like what, Don? Bungee jumping, skydiving, mountain climbing?” she said in a somewhat snarky tone. Don pondered the idea of bungee jumping, then he thought about his back.
He was forty now, for Christ’s sake, he envisioned every vertebra snapping out of alignment and many chiropractic visits.
Looking down at the coffee table at the latest AAA magazine, there it was on the cover, A magnificent sailing ship in Mystic, Connecticut that had cruises. Plus, he always wanted to visit Mystic seaport, a sailor’s dream vacation spot.
“You know, Susan, there are lots of antique shops and restaurants with fresh lobster in Mystic.” That was the selling point for Susan. Susan was really not the adventurous type she was coming up on forty herself and spent most of her time doing yoga, pilates, and being a homemaker.
Don carefully planned a week-long vacation, driving up to Mystic and exploring various attractions along the route, such as the PEZ factory tour.
The highlight of their trip was a sailing adventure aboard the magnificent replica of the 19th-century Schooner, Argia. However, little did they know, this voyage would lead to a series of unexpected and unforgettable experiences.
Upon arriving at the ticket counter on the sunny morning of their cruise, a striking blonde girl who introduced herself as “Melony” greeted them. She stood at 5’5″ with a well-built figure, dressed in black pants and a white peasant blouse. With a friendly smile, she handed them forms to fill out with their contact information before taking payment.
Melony’s warm demeanor put them at ease, and she kindly informed them that they had about an hour to spare before the cruise. “You can check out our gift shop while you wait,” she suggested. Don and Susan eagerly took her advice, excited to explore the maritime treasures for sale.
“Oh Don, look at this,” she said as she pointed to a large wooden ship’s wheel, “That would look so cool in your office.”
Don shrugged.
“How about these coffee mugs? They have a picture of the ship on them.” Don was being pragmatic; the mugs would fit in their car and not damage their wallet. Susan liked the mugs and found a matching creamer.
Once they stepped onto the Schooner, Argia, they were surprised to find that Melony was a member of the crew. This time, she wore a tightly laced black corset that accentuated her curves, lifting her bosom and revealing a generous amount of cleavage. Her attire perfectly captured the essence of a genuine privateer, enhancing the allure of the ship.
Melony spent considerable time with Don and Susan, explaining the various parts of the ship and sharing captivating tales of its history.
To their surprise, Melony enlisted Susan’s help with hoisting the sails. Susan eagerly joined in, and together, they raised the billowing canvas with laughter and camaraderie.
During the cruise, Melony brought them a delectable box lunch and a bottle of wine, and she started addressing them by their first names, forging a connection that felt like they were old friends. She also shared that she planned to join the crew of a sailing ship based in Cape May next, and Susan offered to help her when she arrived in their area.
As the hours passed, the two women continued chatting, and Susan openly shared their entire itinerary with Melony. Their connection deepened, and it was clear they became fast friends. After the cruise, Melony took Susan’s hand and bid them farewell.
“I hope to see you both again,” she said with a genuine smile, leaving them with a sense of warmth.
A few weeks later, Melony surprised the couple with a phone call. She asked Susan if she could help her find a less expensive hotel room.
“Hotels are very expensive during the tourist season,” Melony explained. Without hesitation, Susan offered their spare room for Melony to stay in during her visit.
When Melony arrived, she settled in seamlessly, and an instant friendship blossomed between her and Susan once again. However, the third night brought an unexpected request as Melony prepared to shower.
She asked, “Susan could you wash my back? I hurt my shoulder today hoisting the sails.” Susan readily agreed, and the act of caring for her new friend brought them closer.
This nightly routine persisted for a total of three nights. By the weekend, Melony suggested taking them out for seafood, but Don politely declined, as he wasn’t a fan of it. The two women ventured out, enjoying their meals, and sharing stories over a few beers. As the night wore on, they returned home with flushed cheeks and laughter echoing in the air, their friendship solidified by the adventures they shared.
The following week, a fierce nor’easter swept across the coastal town of Cape May, casting a veil of relentless rain and howling winds over the quaint streets. The raindrops hammered against the windows like a drumbeat, and the wind’s mournful wail echoed through the night.
Inside their cozy house, Don and Susan lay asleep, blissfully unaware of the tempest raging outside, but Don’s peaceful slumber was soon disrupted by an unexpected visitor.
As the storm raged on, Melony, their new friend and unexpected guest, had a restless night. The relentless howling of the wind and the pelting rain made it impossible for her to find solace in sleep. Feeling restless and anxious, she eventually made her way to Don and Susan’s room.
With a sigh, Melony quietly slipped into the bed between the sleeping couple, her presence unnoticed by Susan in her deep slumber. She had foregone her pajamas in the heat of the night, clad only in her warm and inviting skin.
Melony’s hand brushed against Don’s as she sought his attention. Gently, she placed his hand on her shoulder, aching for attention. In a soft, whispered tone she requested, “Don, could you massage me?”
Don, caught in the surreal nature of the moment, nodded quietly and began to rub her shoulders. His hands slowly moved down towards her breasts as he gave them a gentle massage, working his fingers deftly around her nipples as the tempest continued raging outside.
As the night wore on and the storm continued its relentless assault on the coastal town, Don’s gentle massage eased the tension in Melony. Don now with a huge erection, she softly reciprocated by massaging his member until he released a rope of cum on his pajama’s leg, and all the while, Susan remained blissfully asleep beside them, oblivious to the unfolding connection between her husband and her newfound best friend.
As Don was making coffee the next morning, he asked his wife, “Have you seen Melony this morning?”
“No, she must have gone back to the ship. Should I call her… to be sure…she is ok?” There was a lingering sense of mystery and a heavy silence in the room as they exchanged uncertain glances.
“I am sure she went back to work; her car is gone.” Don looked out at the vacant driveway. Don never mentioned the events of the previous night, and the possibility that it had all been a dream loomed over him like a cloud.
Melony returned to their home a few days later, resuming her normal routine with no mention of her absence. On one evening, as Melony and Susan had just finished their showers, they entered the cozy living room to watch TV, each wrapped in towels.
As they settled onto the sofa, a daring change in the atmosphere took hold. Melony crashed her lips against Susan’s lips as she kissed her passionately, a spark of desire igniting between them. Don watched in surprise as their affectionate embrace deepened, the two women becoming increasingly lost in the moment, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Melony boldly loosened Susan’s towel, exposing her breasts. Her skilled hands began to massage Susan’s breasts, a gesture of intimacy that left Don both captivated and flustered. He couldn’t help but watch as their connection deepened, the TV forgotten in the background.
The room pulsed with a charged atmosphere as the lines between them faded into obscurity. Don found himself in an unusual position, an observer to an unexpected moment of closeness unfolding in their cozy living room. Susan shifted her position and gently started to comb her fingers through Melony’s silky hair, eventually crafting it into a delicate French braid. As she finished, Melony bestowed a goodnight kiss upon her and retired to bed.
Don wondered, was this show for me? Was his wife daring him to object to their overt sexuality display?
Melony and Susan developed into thrill-seekers, and this weekend was no exception. Melony had drawn the weekend midnight watch duty on the ship, a task she usually found quite dull. But she asked Susan to come along. With Susan by her side, boredom was never an option.
An hour into the watch, as they stood on the deck, watching the eerie glow of the dock lights, Melony turned to Susan with a sly grin.
“You know what, Susan?” she said, with a mischievous grin. “I dare you to take a topless walk on this deck and keep going, right down through the crew room.”
Susan raised an eyebrow. “Are you crazy, Melony? We could get into trouble.”
Melony chuckled. “That’s the point, isn’t it? We could use some excitement.”
Susan couldn’t deny that there was a certain thrill about the prospect of being caught topless on deck. She glanced around and saw the deck was empty. “Alright, Melony,” she said with a smile. “I’ll take your dare.”
Melony and Susan waited for the perfect moment, ensuring that there were no crew members nearby. The night was clear, and the moonlight illuminated the deck. With a deep breath, Susan slipped off her top and began to walk down the deck, making no sound.
Melony watched from the shadows, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Susan walked with a sense of adventure; the cool breeze hardened her nipples as she strolled down the deserted deck.
As Susan approached the crew room, her heart skipped a beat. The crew room was off-limits to tourist, and she was about to cross a significant boundary. Susan hesitated for a moment but then continued on her daring path.
Inside the crew room, a few of the ship’s still-awake crew members were startled by Susan’s unexpected arrival. They stared in shock as she breezed through, giving them a mischievous smile before disappearing into the corridor on the other side.
Melony followed her friend, feeling the adrenaline rush as they successfully completed their audacious adventure. They reunited a short distance away, both of them bursting into laughter as they recounted the shocked expressions on the crew members’ faces.
But Melony wasn’t going to let Susan have all the fun.
“My turn,” she said, pointing further down the corridor. “Let’s see if we can push the boundaries a little more.” Quickly, she removed her top and bra.
Susan grinned and, fueled by their shared sense of adventure, they continued to explore the ship’s hidden corners, pushing each other to greater and more daring feats whilst completing the watch tour. As the night went on, their escapades became a thrilling game of one-upmanship, each daring the other to go further and more daring than before. At some point during the tours, they discreetly relocated their cast-off garments to a concealed stack on the upper deck.
As the sun began to rise, Melony and Susan, now totally naked, returned to the deck to retrieve their clothes, exhausted but exhilarated. Early morning joggers at the docks were treated to a view of them naked on deck trying to get redressed before the watch ended. Their weekend watch on the ship had turned into an unforgettable adventure, a testament to their newfound friendship and their insatiable thirst for excitement. They knew that they would carry the memories of that night with them forever, a reminder that sometimes, breaking the rules could lead to the most unforgettable experiences.
As the weeks rolled by, their dares became increasingly audacious, and they seemed to spur each other on to more daring public displays. One memorable evening, they decided to visit a seafood bar, both braless and pantyless, reveling in the secret thrill of their shared mischief. The stakes were raised when Melony dared Susan to open her blouse so the waiter could catch a tantalizing glimpse of her bare breasts. To everyone’s surprise, Susan accepted the challenge, and the bar owner ended up having to kick them out of the establishment for her public flashing.
Leaving the seafood bar, they returned home with a sense of exhilaration, the unspoken connection between them simmering with passion. The night was filled with intimate moments, and they found themselves making passionate love, their shared adventures adding a layer of intensity to their newfound desires.
As summer neared its end, Melony informed Don and Susan that she would be accompanying the ship to its winter port, continuing her role as part of the crew during the vessel’s relocation. Relying on their trust and friendship, she asked if they would be willing to drive her car to the winter port, a request they readily accepted. They bade her farewell and promised to keep in touch, mentioning their plans to visit her for dinner sometime soon.
A few weeks later, fueled by the desire to surprise Melony and reconnect, Don and Susan embarked on the journey to the ship’s winter port. As they pulled into the parking lot, their hearts sank as they spotted Melony walking arm in arm with another couple, heading toward their car.
Susan was visibly disappointed, and she couldn’t help but think aloud.
“You think Melony is having an affair with that other couple?”
“She’s a sailor with a lover in every port,” Don remarked.
The realization that Melony’s lifestyle was defined by adventure, freedom, and a network of relationships in various ports left Don and Susan with mixed emotions. While it was a surprise to see Melony with another couple, they couldn’t deny the allure of her adventurous spirit and her unique way of living life to the fullest.
Their encounter in the parking lot served as a reminder that Melony was a free spirit, and her presence in their lives had brought both excitement and unpredictability.
“Don, do you think she will come back next summer?”
“Maybe,” said Don, secretly hoping she would reappear next summer wanting to continue the intriguing chapters of their shared adventures that started in Mystic, Connecticut.