Sunday, July 8, 2018
Guest Post: Our Cruise Part 2
Below is part two of my friend Katie's cruise with her husband. Enjoy
After our unexpectedly arousing start things on our cruise settled into a more common routine for us. This was our first time on the Independence of the Seas and as I said earlier, it is now our favorite ship. It was big enough to offer a lot of choices on things to do but small enough to not feel overwhelmed. We thoroughly enjoyed the adults only solarium where I was able to fully lose myself in relaxation. I had an attentive husband who would graciously fetch me something to drink or nibble on, apply lotion, or any number of needs that I had. Couple that with having no need to provide him a chore list, inspect his work or meet out discipline, I was in relaxation heaven.
Being as I had already decided he would not be getting any release during this vacation my mind was also free from any pressure to attend to that.
With hubby properly caged I am sure that provided him plenty of incentive to keep him from surveying all the eye candy surrounding us. It is hard to relax when you know as soon as you close your eyes your husband’s eyes will begin to wander. He did fidget on several occasions trying to make adjustments “down there” but I saw that as understandable considering the environment we were in.
We enjoyed our stop at Cozumel, Mexico above the rest. If you go you must check out Chankanaab Park. It is postcard beautiful and the perfect place to snorkel. But, we encountered a problem with the mix of salt water, sand and a tightly fitted chastity cage. My poor hubby had a case of chafing by the time we made it back to the ship. because even though I had the key to his cage with me, there was no way I was going to let him go into the showers without his cage on. Back onboard the ship I was able to supervise his showering and decided to leave him uncaged for the rest of the night after applied lotion to his affected area. I like when his long-caged manhood responds so immediately and fiercely to my hands just getting near it.
I told him he could spend the night without the cage on but if I did not see the same response from his male member in the morning I will know what he had done in the quiet of the night. Since his 50t
th birthday is in his rearview mirror if he played at night he is too old to recoup in time for his morning inspection. I reminded him he DID NOT want to go there. I was so very very proud of him when I asked him to get out of bed and get me a good cup of coffee that his manhood started to harden almost immediately when I just touched it. We both laughed as I raced against time to get him caged before, you know, it became impossible. 😊
On the second to the last night of our cruise, we had a late dinner and then spent some time walking the different decks to enjoy the calm and beauty to being at sea. The sound of music from the Boleros lounge drew us into its Latin-themed confines. A six-piece band was playing, and we soon found ourselves joining the few other couples on the small dance floor. The music soon slowed, and we enjoyed slow dancing. I especially enjoyed it when I laid myself into my husband big beefy chest and felt his strong arms around me. I just love being in that safe, warm embrace.
What caught me off guard was as he pulled me in tight, was I could feel his cage through my dress and it was pressing on me, you know, “down there”. We continued to sway, and grind and I felt like if we got everything just right, well you know.
It may have been my own insecurity because I am a rather private girl, and we were in such a public place, I just couldn’t quite get there. When the song stopped, and I lifted my face to look into my husband’s eyes he quickly saw “where” I was and asked if I wanted to go back to the room. I didn’t directly answer him, but he picked up on my rapid breathing and flushed face and took the lead.
Back in our room, I felt no need to remove our clothes. It just felt kind of raunchy to pick up where we left off and I danced with him in our room to music only I could hear. That was nice but still wouldn’t get me to my destination if you know what I mean so I had him lay on the bed still fully clothed and I crawled on top of him. In this position I could get things just right and the waves of pleasure that soon ensued left me more breathless than I remember being in a long time. After the original tsunami, I laid collapsed across my hubby’s chest and felt spasms every 30 seconds or so for several minutes.
As we headed home I thanked my husband for the incredible sacrifices he makes to empower me with the opportunity to be one very happy wife. How many men are man enough to lay aside their desires for the betterment of their wife? To take on the responsibility of doing most of the domestic chores so she can lead a life of leisure. To allow their manhood to be locked to loosen his wife’s femininity. To unshackle their wife from the responsibility of seeing to him having an orgasm so she can lose herself in her own orgasm. I don’t have the answer to those questions, but I know one man who is. I couldn’t love and respect him more than I do.