The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra 3

Here we go, something more substantial at last! I'm really enjoying this one. Hope you do, too, and see generally what I'm going for. Oh, and I forgot to mention that Kate and Jordan, from the last chapter, are actually from Skyler Quinn's book, which releases on February 6.

Chapter 3

Cassandra was used to men looking at her a certain way. She’d cultivated a very specific look over the years and she’d long ago come to peace with people’s reactions to it.

But it was different with Austin. Austin was a man from before, a man who knew Cassandra in her more innocent years. He was also here on this ship, though, and that was interesting. 

“Cassandra, you look… wow.” His eyes inevitably landed in her deep cleavage, but unlike most of the men that she’d met aboard the ship, he actually looked sheepish when caught. 

“You’re not so bad yourself. Love the haircut.”

When she saw him, looking really good with his trimmed beard and styled hair, she almost didn’t recognize the skinny guy she’d dated in her early twenties. He’d filled out, and she liked it.

“Oh, um, thanks.” He dragged his eyes back to hers. “So how have you been?”

“You mean how have I been in the last fifteen years?” She smiled, feeling the same awkward excitement that seemed to war within Austin.

“Yeah, I guess. Has it been that long?”

“Time flies, right? Buy me a drink and we can catch up.”

“Oh, right. I have a…” He raised his phone as though that meant something. 

“A date?” She suddenly felt disappointed. Marshall had sent her out to find a man, and while she didn’t really intend to bring her ex back to the cabin, now that she couldn’t, she realized that she wanted to. “Then I’ll just let you—”

“No,” Austin barked. “No, I don’t have a date. Just a table.” He waved to the nooks that encircled the bar. “But my… wife’s already moved on.”

She knew that it was unfair, but she felt jealousy at the revelation. Made sense, given the nature of this cruise. Either he was the husband to a hotwife, or he was a single stud brought in to please them, and judging from memory, he wasn’t really the latter. Not that she had any problem with that. She seemed to recall that he knew what to do with his equipment.

“I see,” she said.

They stood there for a moment, fidgeting under the suddenly oppressive silence until Austin eventually figured out that the next obvious action was to invite her to the booth.  “Want to…uh…join me? At the table, I mean.”

His awkwardness was adorable. She smiled brightly. “Sounds good. These heels are killing me.”

And of course his eyes traveled over her body, over her shapely legs and down to her towering stilettos. Her nipples stiffened. Her tummy did little flips.

Marshall was somewhere in the crowd, watching her, but for the first time in the many years that they’d been playing this game, she didn’t seek him out. She was more excited to catch up with Austin.

Things felt very intimate once they had settled into the recessed alcove, sheltered on all sides, with a floor deep enough that no one could see into it. Even the booths on the other side of the ring were shielded by the large chandelier that hung over the bar. Once the server came by and took their orders, it was like they were entirely alone.

“This is nice,” she said.

“Yeah.” Austin looked like he was ready to bolt. 

“Kind of reminds me of that time we went camping and it rained all night.”

“Oh, my God, I totally forgot about that. It poured.” Austin laughed at the memory. They’d been dating a few months at the time, and had done some hiking together. It had been his suggestion that they camp, and he’d felt so bad when the sky opened up just after they’d gotten the tent set up.

“You were so apologetic,” she said, laughing as well.

“If I’m honest, I was pretty sure that you’d dump me right after that, and I really liked you.”

That landed for Cassandra, even after all of these years. She really liked him, too. Still did. “Well, I didn’t dump you, as you know.”

“And you even went on other camping trips.”

She had. God, that was ages ago. She couldn’t imagine camping with Marshall unless it involved someone else setting up their camp site, and the tent being more like a luxury cabin.

“Maybe it had something to do with how memorable that first one was.” Because they couldn’t do much outside of the tent that rainy night, they spent a lot of time cuddling together inside of the tent. She still had fond memories of that time, the intimacy in that small space, the patter of rain along the nylon canopy, the slow, loving, tender sex.

Beneath the table, she ran her foot up along Austin’s leg. He jumped at the touch, his eyes widening in surprise. When he shifted away subtly, Cassandra went hot with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, too forward.”

“No, it’s okay,” Austin stammered. “I’m just… this is all new to me.”

“Really?” He came on a lifestyle cruise as a newbie?

“I mean, not, like, totally new. But I’m not… I don’t normally participate… like that. My wife, she…”

“I see. She’s not comfortable with sharing you.”

Austin nodded. Their drinks arrived, breaking some of the tension. Cassandra raised a glass. “To your wife. She’s a lucky woman.”

Austin clinked his glass to hers, nodding mutely. 

“What’s her name?” she asked.

“Faye.” 

Cassandra could hear the affection he had for his wife in the reverent way he said her name, as well as the discomfort he seemed to have as he met her eyes. He probably wasn’t even allowed to talk to other women. Not surprising. Even back in college Austin  seemed to have these rule-abiding tendencies. “And yours?”

“Marshall.” Saying his name broke some kind of spell for Cassandra. They were no longer secreted away in the tent in the rain anymore, alone in the world together. They were back aboard the Princess, surrounded by horny couples looking to get laid. Which is what she was supposed to be doing.

And yet all of a sudden, she didn’t want that. Not yet.

“You still working with animals?” he asked. Apparently Austin wasn’t ready to dive back into the present either.

“In a sense.” When they’d dated, years ago, she’d been a receptionist at a veterinary clinic. “I have horses now.”

She braced for his inevitable judgment—for his eyes to dip into her cleavage again and write her off as a gold-digger and trophy wife. The latter wasn’t even entirely unfair. 

But he didn’t do any of that. Instead, he smiled broadly and said, “That’s great, Cass,” using her feeble attempt at a college nick-name.

She beamed at him almost in spite of herself. “Been a while since anyone called that.”

“You always talked about how much you loved horses,” Austin went on as if he hadn’t heard. “How many and what are their names?”

“I have two. Riverstone is an Appaloosa, and Duke is an Andalusian. But we also take care of a few other horses on our property. And we also foster some dogs.”

“That’s so great.”

“Marshall, he does well for himself. Had a big IPO with his tech startup. That was a few years after we got married.” She always inserted that last explanation, as if to tell anyone that she didn’t marry him for his money.

Austin wasn’t looking for the explanation. He seemed genuinely happy for her. 

“I’m sure he couldn’t do it without your support.”

She didn’t know about that, but it was a nice thing for Austin to say. Turning things to him, she asked, “And you? Did you end up getting your degree in urban planning?”

It was why he left, and why they broke up.

“I did, although my job has more to do with approving permits for the city government than any type of planning.” He grinned at her. “Good thing you didn’t marry me. Can’t afford horses on a local bureaucrat’s salary.”

“Oh, I don’t need horses.” Sometimes she wondered how much they were a way to distract herself.

“Maybe not, but I’m glad that you have them.”

Cassandra reached across the table and took his hand in hers. Their fingers laced together. Their eyes met, and it was like the intervening years just melted away. “You’re, like, still the same guy I knew before.”

Austin chuckled. “No, not quite. Back then, I never would have come on a cruise like this.”

“Same,” Cassandra said. “How funny that we’re both here.” They were still holding hands, she realized, and reluctantly let him go. “Speaking of, I should probably go. Marsh is expecting me to find a…”

All of a sudden she felt embarrassed at what Marshall wanted her to do. Admitting it to Austin, even though he was also there for the same reason, felt awkward.

Comprehension passed across Austin’s face like the sun clearing the clouds. He glanced away from her, breaking eye contact, color springing to his cheeks. “Right, of course.” He forced himself to look back at her. “Whoever you find’s one lucky SOB.”

You could be that guy… She almost said it out loud. But before she could muster the words, both of their phones buzzed at the exact same moment, breaking the spell. Austin reached for his. Cassandra flipped hers over, seeing the text from her husband.

[Marshall]: You’ve been in that booth for quite a while. Hope you’re taking advantage of how private it is…

Cassandra flicked her eyes up towards Austin, who was staring down at his own phone, looking something between troubled and turned on. She recognized that look. She saw it in Marshall’s eyes all the time.

[Cassandra]: I’m getting to know this guy really well.

She felt guilt on a few levels as she typed it out. First, she wasn’t telling Marshall the whole truth. Worse, she was using Austin in a way that seemed like a betrayal of what they had. But her husband’s thirst for this fantasy was bottomless, and she needed to feed him something. She pressed send.

“That Faye?” she asked, turning her phone back down on the table.

Austin hesitated before replying, “Yeah.”

She knew what she would have done in Faye’s situation—what she had done. “Photos?” she guessed.

He nodded.

Cassandra slid around the semi-circular booth, getting closer to him. Austin gave her a sidelong glance, but didn’t slide away. “Can I see?”

Austin licked his lips, seemed to want to tell her no, then shrugged. He unlocked his phone again, and the image brought a gasp to Cassandra’s lips.

“She’s hot,” were the first words out of her mouth. But it was more than that. The whole scene was hot.

Austin’s wife was straddling a black man’s lap, facing the camera with her head thrown back, her eyes shut, her cheeks flushed. Her blonde hair fell around her face, tousled and wild, glistening with sweat, clinging to her face and forehead.

Cassandra’s eyes tracked down Faye’s body. She could almost hear her silent moan and see the way her chest heaved with each ragged breath. Her naked body was on full display, perky tits capped with hard, aching nipples, just begging to be sucked and teased. Directly above Faye’s spread thighs, a dark hand gripped her tiny waist possessively, holding her firmly in place as he pounded up into her smooth and wet sex. The man’s muscular arms were flexed, mid thrust, his magnificent cock at the center of it all. Thick and hard, stretching her pink pussy wide open, claiming her completely. 

“Wow,” Cassandra murmured, her own breath shallow. Marshall hadn’t let her come earlier, and she was way out over her edge now. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of the scene, nor could she keep her palm from running down along Austin’s thigh. He had nice thighs, strong and muscular—she didn’t remember that from their time together back in college. His muscles tensed at her touch, but he made no effort to remove her hand. “Is there more?”

She was close enough that she could hear Austin’s gulp. He nodded. His thumb shook as he swiped to the next photo.

Like the first pic, the second must have been taken from the man’s perspective. This time, they’d shifted. She was bent over the bed, doggy style, her round ass raised high in invitation. It was red with hand prints. Cassandra shivered, squeezing her thighs together. She loved being spanked. She loved rough sex.

She couldn’t help but compare herself to Austin’s wife. Faye’s butt was smaller, pert and toned like a model’s. Did he prefer that to Cassandra’s bubble butt?

From this angle and the overexposure of the camera’s flash, the man’s dark skin provides a striking contrast against Faye’s pale flesh. A strong hand gripped her tightly, fingers digging into her soft curves as he drove himself balls deep into her sopping wet cunt.

Cassandra trailed her nails up Austin’s inner thigh as she shifted and squeezed her thighs even tighter. The booth suddenly suffocating, but in a good way, like a man’s hands around her neck as he fucked her hard.

Austin swiped one more time.

“Oh, fuck,” Cassandra gasped.

A mirror selfie this time, the two lovers caught mid-fuck, Faye’s phone held before her to capture their reflection in a full-length mirror. She was riding her black lover reverse cowgirl, her back arched gracefully as she grinded back into his thick shaft. Her short, blonde hair, even more damp now, partially obscuring her face yet still revealing the raw ecstasy etched across her features.

Cassandra’s hand traveled higher, grazing Austin’s cock, which bulged hard and ready. What was she doing? This was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself. And she couldn’t stop staring at that photo, putting herself in Faye’s place.

The man that Faye had found was all man—a light-skinned black stud with chiseled abs that she could imagine must have rippled with each hard thrust forward. They glistened now, flexed and rigid. He had large hands, gripping Faye’s hips, and thick, muscular biceps.

And yet when Cassandra imagined herself in Faye’s place, it was not a big black cock she saw ravaging her, but the very man Faye herself had just cuckolded. The realization washed over like a big, crashing wave. It was Austin that she wanted.

A message slid into view over the photo. A reminder that Austin was, in fact, off-limits.

[Faye]: Come back. I need you to reclaim me.

That seemed to snap Austin out of his spell, too. He finally shifted away from her, his beautiful, hard cock sliding from her grasp. And with it, the guilt came home. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t apologize.” He shifted In his seat, and Cassandra wondered whether he was fighting back from the edge of his own orgasm. “I… I should go, though.”

Cassandra nodded. “And I should probably find my…”

They nodded together. Before he could slip away, though, Cassandra reached out and stopped him, a hand on his arm. “It was nice seeing you, Austin. I’ll… I’ll see you around. We’ve got what? Seven more days?”

He smiled back, and it felt so good to receive that. “See you around, Cass.”

Cassandra sank into the booth once Austin was gone, tipped her head back and sighed. That was unexpected, but not in a bad way. Her heart was still singing along when Marshall joined her, grinning with expectation.

“You look satisfied,” he said, moving right up beside her. “He take care of you?”

Oh. Marshall thought that she’d fucked Austin. That was… interesting. “Yeah, he took care of me.”

It wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t exactly the whole truth. For the first time in years, Cassandra felt a spark with someone. She’d had plenty of lovers, many of them very skilled, but those always felt like performances for Marshall’s benefit. Even though nothing had actually happened with Austin, she felt like she’d done it for herself.

“Come on, let’s go back to the room. Time for me to remind you who you’re married to.”

“Yes, please.” She could use the reminder.

Chapter 4

Austin left the Nautical Nook Bar in a daze. He could still feel Cassandra’s touch. He could still smell her perfume, still see the bountiful cleavage afforded by her dress. Most of all, though, her smile, her eyes, and her laughter lingered.

Mixed in with all of that good stuff, though, was guilt. Maybe in another world, under other circumstances, feeling guilty because a woman ran her hand up his leg would have been silly when his partner was getting railed at the same time, but this wasn’t another world. Fair or not, he’d entered an agreement with his wife—she got to fuck, he got to watch.

”Or sometimes watch,” he said to himself as he exited the bar.

On his way back to the room, though, he had to wonder what it might have been like to be married to someone more like Cassandra. He didn’t get the feeling that his college ex would shut him out and edge him so hard.

“There you are,” Faye said when he finally made it back to the room. She wasn’t accusatory. Her tone wasn’t biting. It was more like she’d misplaced her keys and had finally found them.

“Sorry, these corridors, they all look the same.” He shut the door behind him. “Looked like you had some fun.”

She was naked in bed, the covers draped over her without actually covering much. She sighed, relaxing into the pillows and stretching her arms above her head. “It was a good way to start this trip.”

“You know what would make it better?” He started to unbutton his shirt.

“What did you have in mind?” She fixed him with a coy look, her eyes darting over his chest as he pulled his shirt off.

“My turn to play?” He hated how his voice turned the statement into a question at the very end of that statement. Force of habit.

“I don’t know, honey. Joe wore me out.”

Austin pushed his slacks off, his cock springing free. “I think you have a little bit more left in you.”

Faye lifted her brows, a smile playing across her face at the same time. “Mmm, Austin, getting a little feisty.”

“I’m just here to remind you who you married.” He climbed onto the bed and kissed his wife.

She tasted… astringent. She tasted like another man’s come. Austin pulled away, but Faye held him to her long enough to banish any doubt.

When he pulled free of her grasp, she moved her hands down between his legs, where he was rock hard. “I swallowed his load before he left,” she said. Well, most of it, anyway. You like the taste?”

“Faye…”

“Your cock says you like it.”

“Faye.” There was a growl behind his voice this time. They both heard it. They were both surprised by it.

“Ooo,” she started, before Austin’s lips crashed back into hers again. He felt her gasp as he seized control, rolling her onto her back, his body pressing down around her. “Oh, Austin!”

He sank into her, turned on even more by how loose she felt, how absolutely wet she was. It had been too long since he’d had his dick in her—in his own wife. A primal growl tore through him as he sank all the way in.

“Yes, baby, fuck me! Unnngh, fuck!” Her nails dug into his back as his hips rose and fell, taking back what was his. “Fuck me where Joe just fucked me. Where another man put his first load.”

“Oh, fuck!” Austin barked. He almost lost it. It was a total sneak attack, but no, he wouldn’t give Faye the satisfaction of coming just then. He weathered it, channeling some other man from some other life—Cassandra’s husband, maybe, master of his own domain, master of his own wife.

“Is this what you want?” he rasped, setting a punishing rhythm that left her gasping for breath. “To be fucked like some cheap slut?” He grunted, each word punctuated by a forceful thrust of his hips. “To be used?”

This was nothing like their usual lovemaking, and definitely nothing like Austin’s usual self. There was no tenderness, and certainly no passive submission. This was raw, primal, fueled by frustration. 

And yet Faye seemed to love it. “Oh, Austin, fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper with each powerful stroke. “Oh God, yes... Harder, Austin. Fuck me harder!”

Her order only enraged him more. He upped his tempo, becoming frantic. Their bodies collided with bruising force, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through his mind. 

Only it wasn’t Joe that he was competing with. It wasn’t even a competition that involved his wife at all. At that moment, he wondered if this was how Cassandra’s husband reclaimed her. Whether it was happening right now, off in another cabin, with his ex-girlfriend on her back as her husband railed away.

Austin’s climax arrived at last—all his muscles screaming, convulsing, clenching as he buried his face in the crook of Faye’s soft neck and exploded. It was a torrent, weeks of pent up frustration. Yet underlying it all, the thought of Cassandra receiving her own reclamation burned along his skin and itched across his scalp, refusing to be banished by thoughts of Faye.

Once he finished he rolled off his wife and crashed. Hard. The drinks, the cuckolding, the stolen flirtations in that nook, all came racing up to bury him beneath a tidal wave of confusing reality.

Faye was there when the red finally cleared. “Well that was…”

Austin held his breath, ready for her to say something deflating. She surprised him.

“…fucking impressive.” She ran her fingers through her damp locks. “Where did that come from?”

“Just… this cruise. I guess.”

“Well,” she said, staring at him like she was seeing him for the first time. Or maybe she was just remembering the man she’d first met all those years before. “I liked it. And to think, this is just day one!”

We get to day two and Nassau on Friday!

You can preorder The Hotwife Cruise: Cassandra, on Amazon now. It'll be out February 27, 2025, at all major retailers.