I know a stymied sex life is obviously not the worst side effect of a global pandemic, but to my pussy, a dry spell is a dry spell. And while it’s true that, thanks to being partnered, my dry spell was wetter than most, it was still brutal.
As a sexually adventurous non-monogamous person, I’m accustomed to sex parties, weekend orgies, and fucking my friends’ partners left and right. Not quarantining with my husband Michael for months on end.
That’s why, when travel seemed to be a real possibility at the beginning of summer this year, Michael and I went on an ultra-luxe weeklong river cruise through France for swingers.
It was through Luxury Lifestyle Vacations, a Ft. Lauderdale-based boutique tour operator that facilitates high-end trips to exotic places for people of the non-monogamous persuasion. They run a range of tantalizingly sexy cruises around the world, but this was their first one since lockdown hit 18 months prior.
I knew the energy would be incredible, and since guests, staff, and crew had to be COVID vaccinated, it would be safe, too.
The plan was to spend a relaxing week on a 64-suite, flat-bottomed ship cruising the river Seine, traveling from Paris to the beaches of Normandy and back, making stops along the way to places like Monet’s Garden and the Palace of Versailles.
The days would resemble any other luxury French river cruise, but at night, the blinds would be drawn, the playroom would open, and theme parties would kick off to facilitate a little non-monogamous action.
Admittedly, I felt shy upon boarding thanks to a year and a half of poor socialization. But this group of sexy travelers were so kind and so welcoming that it wasn’t long before I was anticipating getting my back blown out by someone other than my husband.
The Sexy Cruise Deets
The first two nights were spent getting thoroughly reacquainted with Michael’s dick—from behind, on top, and in every other sex position that maximized the wall’s large mirror.
We were riding high on the horny vibes permeating through the ship, and we got down in our suite between tours and meals. (To spare the crew and future passengers, playing was relegated to suites and the playroom.) Thanks to the booth set up by Taylor Sparks of Organic Loven on board, we also added a few new sex toys and lubes to our repertoire.
By the third day though, I was ready to branch out. Michael and I spent our afternoon in the public hot tub on the top deck, enjoying the cool summer weather of Normandy the best way I know how: with my tits out.
The jacuzzi was very popular but very small, so I made space by sitting on the lap of a sexy Brazilian man who played with my pussy while the jets directly hit my clitoris. Michael watched from my side, equally as turned on by the encounter.
The next day we toured the D-Day beaches in Normandy, and it was a somber, 10-hour affair that shockingly did not kill the vibe. LLV is known for hosting experiences in which the guests get to know each other on a deeper level than just hooking up, and we all bonded over the day’s heaviness, ready to work it out that night through our shared interests: being decked out in lingerie, dancing all night, and fucking other peoples’ partners.
It was at the theme party in the lounge that I really hit my stride. Confidence replaced shyness, so while wearing a red lace bodysuit, I walked right up to a tall, dark-haired, handsome man who kissed me even before telling me his name.
I told him that I would very much like to fuck him—the feeling was mutual. I led him by the hand to the mattress-filled playroom at the other end of the boat, ready to spread my legs for this man I had only met moments prior. We invited Michael to watch my fantasies get fulfilled, but he opted to stay behind to continue flirting with someone’s beautiful wife.
The playroom was dark, sensual, and full of bodies making love every which way. I grabbed lube and a condom from the bowl at the front, getting wetter by the second as the orgy raged around me. I led my new friend to an empty mattress, letting him peel the lingerie from my dewy skin.
“I led him by the hand to the mattress-filled playroom at the other end of the boat, ready to spread my legs for this man I had only met moments prior.”
Another couple took the mattress next to us as I eagerly sucked his dick before we fucked in several pleasurable positions. I got off when I noticed a crowd of seven or eight people gathered in the doorway to watch.
When we were finished, I searched for my husband who I expected to find on the bow flirting with women while enjoying the sights of Paris. But before I could reach him, I ran into Clark, the husband half of a couple we had been getting to know over the week.
With a lot of built-up anticipation, Clark’s mouth was suddenly on mine. He placed his hands through my hair, down my back, and over my ass. I got swept up in the headiness of a first kiss, and although that’s all we did, should we meet again, I know it will be on.
As titillating as my sexual encounters were, the hardest part of the trip ending was leaving behind a supportive, affirming community of non-monogamists, nudists, serial monogamists, and otherwise sex positive people who similarly enjoy being among a fun, non-judgmental crowd.
To be surrounded by people who fully accepted me for who I am, non-traditional sexual nature and all, made me feel comfortable in my skin again.
But most importantly, I have the cruise to thank because my pussy’s dry spell was utterly, thoroughly ended. Maybe all that build-up was actually worth it.
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