Ship of Fools

by juanwildone

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, NonConsensual, Drunk/Drugged, Cheating, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A case of mistaken identity leads to deception and divorce.


Steven Trenton hopped forward struggling to get out of his costume. After all Scarlet O'Hara was crawling on her hands and knees across his bed. She stopped, hitched her voluminous skirts up over her hips and leered at him. As her skirts cleared her ass the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. He hopped again - his erection tangled in his underwear - and nearly fell over. GODDAMNFUCKINGCOSTUME!

"C'mom baby hurry." Steve heard the pleading in his wife's voice. He wanted to say: I am hurrying or it's not my fault! Actually she was the reason his dick was so entangled - not to mention hurting like hell as he struggle to free it. But he didn't dare say: Hey it's your fault I'm all tangled up. That would likely mark the last time he'd ever get a blowjob while driving; he laughed silently to himself relishing the reality: I got a fucking blowjob while I was driving!

Damn! Thinking about Debbie's drive home blowjob made his dick harder. He'd been begging her to do it for years. He'd even rented that Steve Martin movie where the wives talked about doing it (except he'd forgotten about the car wreck part... that sure didn't help his cause.) No way he was going to jeopardize a repeat performance. "Almost there Deb."

Surprised? That did not begin to describe the experience. Surprise was when Deb had appeared at his arm and said it was time to go home. Up to that moment he had always been the one ready to leave a party. They'd hardly started home when Debbie had unbuckled her seat belt and dove for his zipper. He was just about to say something when she sucked his dick into her mouth. Instead he moaned an enthusiastic (and encouraging) "oh yeah."

She was relentless. Lips and tongue, sucked and swirled, her left hand stroked the exposed shaft of his cock while her right fondled his balls. He tried to search through her skirts to finger her only to have his hand placed squarely on her right breast. He pinched her nipple and gave it a twist; a mouth filled groan was her response.

He felt the tale tell tingle of his orgasm and said nothing as it increased. He was silent as the point of no return was passed, although he did groan appreciatively. His cock swelled and began to spurt as he turned onto their street; how he managed to park he couldn't remember. Debbie noisily swallowed, stuffed his cock back into his pants, zipped him up, and whispered in his ear, "I need to be fucked so bad."

Debbie backed out of the car with her right breast completely exposed. She flipped her nipple up and down as Steve marveled at her. She stood slowly and sashayed toward the front door. Steve limped, hopped, and hobbled forward in her wake.

He had been right behind his wife as they entered their bedroom. This was turning into one crazy night. The party they'd been at was definitely adults only - not that it was an orgy or anything - it was just that so many of the women attending either wore so very little or if they did dress up it was almost scandalous. He'd seen one women in a Grecian toga that clearly revealed that she was bra less, panty less, and unbelievably gorgeous. Even Debbie in her Scarlet O'Hara costume had half her areolas showing! Steve had lurched from one degree of sexual arousal to another. While not by nature a dedicated party attendee he was disappointed when Debbie said it was time to go home.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me like you did at the party. I've never felt you so deep in me... hurry Stevie." Debbie Trenton wiggled her ass having already flipped her costume up. She was frantic horny; screwing her husband at the Halloween party they'd attended earlier this evening had her at fever pitch.

A part of her was still shocked that she had instigated it. Debbie like many women - preferred that her husband initiate sexual activity. Steven Trenton, by no means a demanding alpha male, was actually a really nice guy. It was just the way he was; need a favor, who better to ask than Steve? Need an extra hand? - you could count on Steve showing up and being prepared to work. Steve always ready to jump in and help someone out. But Steve demand sex, Steve take charge in the bedroom? - not likely. Steve would ask his partner what she wanted; inquire if he was moving too fast or too hard. That said, he certainly got the job done once he got going. Once he got going - "once" that was the operative word. Debbie had lived for years in that silent frustration of wishing for more frequent sex. But tonight, the party, the drive home, and now this - for Debbie it was unbelievably liberating. Empowering! After tonight she was going to have more sex, more often! "All Steve, all the time" she liked the sound of that. She was sure she'd like the feel of that.

The ride home, the wild ride home was more accurate! Debbie had been out of control frisky on the return drive, constantly groping him to the point of distraction. He had hinted (okay more than hinted, he rented that silly movie!) at wanting her to blow him while driving since before they were married. She'd always declined. But tonight she was out of her mind horny - and she knew why.

Debbie was in full rut because earlier that night she had taken a wrong turn while searching for a bathroom. She opened a door and found herself standing not five feet from a very vigorous threesome. A woman, naked save for her stockings and garter belt, was standing bent forward at her hips with a man at each end. The guy behind her was fucking her like the Energizer Bunny, a blinding blur of hip to hip - slap, slap, slap - contact. The guy in front was standing with his pants around his ankles, head tilted back, and his hands on her head. Debbie starred at the ménage a trois for she didn't know how long. It was only when the man getting the blowjob noticed her and suggested she strip and join them that she excused herself and left in search of her husband; her lust at a boiling point.

She'd found Steve quick enough - he was to only one at the party wearing the "Scream" costume. She dragged him to a quiet spot, turned around, lifted her skirts (she'd come as Scarlet O'Hara and was now determined to cum as Scarlet O'Hara) and told him to fuck her "right here, right now." That he hesitated at all had her royally ticked off. "Get your dick out and in me now or I'll find someone else to do the job." He complied and rammed his cock into her. Debbie had been shocked at his aggressive thrust (it was so unSteve-like), but quickly encouraged more as Steven was deeper in her than she had ever experienced before. God he was so deep in her. The race to orgasm was close, he came first, but she wasn't far behind.

Debbie was a little peeved when Steven pulled out, zipped up and left her with out a kiss, cuddle, or even a kind word - he was taking this Scream thing too far. Except that by the time she had her skirts rearranged and her boobs pushed back into the corset bodice she was getting horny just thinking about what they'd done. She decided that she was going to find Steven and suggest it was time to go home. She knew Steve would leave - he was not a big fan of Halloween.

Who would look forward to Halloween considering some of the things that had happened to him? As the youngest of three brothers when Steven was finally old enough to go out with them they gave him a bag with a hole in the bottom and told him to walk in front of them unaware that his candy was falling out piece by piece, only to be picked up and eaten by his older brothers; it was years before he figured out what they had done.

It didn't get any better as he got older. Invited to his first boy-girl Halloween party he was talked into going as the Mummy; wrapped head to toe in toilet paper. It was a really good costume until one of the older guys pushed him into the pool. Steve had spent the rest of the party wrapped in a scratchy blanket, shivering while he waited for his parents to pick him up.

But that was then and right now Steven had finally shed his costume and reached the edge of the bed. His cock was hard and ready. He looked down to align his cock and was surprised at how red and swollen Debbie's cunt appeared. More surprising was a persistent little voice that kept saying, "didn't you hear what she just said?"

"C'mon Steve - hurry - do me like you did me earlier. The way you fucked me at the party was so awesome."

Steve felt his erection wilt as his stomach did a dizzyingly quick flip-flop while the little voice said, "That's what I was trying to tell you." That's what Debbie had said before. No mistaking what she was talking about. Steven staggered to the bathroom and threw up. God this can't be happening to me - I hate Halloween - and he threw up again. He rinsed his mouth out and stared at the haggard image in the mirror. This had to be some kind of nightmare and any second now he was going to wake up.

Debbie pushed the door open, "Oh poor baby, are you getting sick? Let's get you into bed right now. And don't you worry one little bit about me babe. I'll just relive that incredible fucking you gave me earlier."

Steven Tenet groaned - he hadn't fucked his wife earlier, but he sure as hell knew who had.

Alexander Agnew was backing away with both hands raised. "It just happened Steve. You have to believe me. I mean c'mon man, she was wiggling it right in my face. She was insistent; she said she'd go find someone else if I didn't do her. So in a way I kind of helped you out..."

It was a scene, an event that Alex would never forget: his best friend's wife begging for it. He was just about to identify himself when she hitched her skirt up and wiggled her bare, wet cunt at him. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't stop himself - her scent was overpowering. This was too perfect, too kinky; he didn't want to stop himself. He simply walked up close behind her and just went for it. He figured if he fucked her hard and fast she'd be too preoccupied to notice any difference. He'd figured right about that. What might happen later he really hadn't thought about - until now?

"Help me out? Help me out! Helped yourself is more like it. I'll tell you what I would have done. I would have, I would have... I would have identified myself you asshole. All you had to do was lift the mask and say "Sorry Deb, I wanted to scare Cathy so I talked Steve into letting my borrow his costume." Steve was starting to lose it. He couldn't believe Alex was arguing for some kind of a free pass - "don't you get it? You screwed my wife asshole!"

"That's true but you weren't there. I was and in the heat of the moment. I just reacted. I'm sorry." And considering the increasingly aggravated husband in front of him, he really was sorry. "What would you have done?"

"What would I have done? I wouldn't have - God Damn you! - You fucked my wife Alex. It was practically rape." Steven was clenching his fists and waving his arms now. The veins in his neck were beginning to bulge.

"Whoa Steve. I did not rape Debbie." Alex was alarmed that Steve was dropping the "R" bomb on him. He hadn't forced himself on anybody - he simply took advantage of an opportunity that presented itself to him. But the glow of last night's dalliance was fading fast and Alex realized that a shit storm was blowing his way - a quick piece of ass was not worth this much trouble. "I made an honest error in judgment."

"Error in judgment!" Steven was incredulous at the statement. Did Alex think he was going to get a free pass on this? " Didn't he understand how serious this was? He tried a different tack, "Do you think Debbie will think it was a simple error in judgment when I tell her what you did? Will Cathy agree with you? For that matter, what if the situation was reversed and you'd just found out that I had taken advantage of Cathy - what about that?"

"Look, I am truly sorry for what I've done. I was wrong to do what I did, but I can't undo it." What if either of the wives found out? Alex knew he goose would be cooked. He knew Steve wasn't going to let this go either and sooner or later something would have to be done to make it right. "Steve, I'm asking you not to say anything to Debbie or Cathy. Give me a chance to make this right... please. Just give me a chance."


The two couples walked slowly up the gangplank. The girls were ecstatic that they were about to leave on a romantic four day, three nights cruise down to Mexico. Steve had to hand it to Alex this was a pretty dramatic mea culpa driven patch things up apology.

"I'm never going to complain about your golfing again baby." Cathy Agnew hugged her husband close. "A cruise for four just for hitting that little white ball into a hole."

"It was a hole in one sweetie. A once in a lifetime experience." Alex smiled and kissed his wife. He wondered if Steven had caught the irony in his choice of words. "What can I say? Right place, right time - to pull that off; I am one lucky guy."

"And you're going to be an even luckier guy tonight." Cathy couldn't wait to reward her husband. Was he really changing? Money spent, especially any kind of vacation usually benefited Alex's desires. This was the guy who included golfing and sport fishing on their Caribbean honeymoon - when she did neither! Sure he hadn't paid for this trip, yet here they were. No golf, no fishing, no sports on TV just four wonderful days and three hot nights. Yes, Alex definitely needed to be rewarded for this good behavior.

"Yeah, once in a lifetime is right asshole." Steve muttered under his breath. That said he had to hand it to Alex; while they had played in a local charity golf tournament, there had been no hole in one and certainly no cruise awarded for it. This was Alex's effort to balance things out between him and Steve. Even Steve had to admit this was a pretty good set-up.

The couples eventually found the accomadations (surprised to find their cabins on opposite sides of the ship) and set off to explore. When the women discovered the duty free shops the men split off in search of a bar. They found one that overlooked a swimming pool.

"So how much did this set you back Alex?" Steve knew that Alex had been putting money aside to buy a fishing boat and suspected that the down payment money had paid for the cruise. A deeper, darker curiosity was how much did Alex think fucking Debbie was worth? Steve quickly pushed that thought out of his head and chose to think that Alex was making a good faith effort here.

Their strained friendship - they had actively avoided one another - was slow to heal after the Halloween party incident. The pairing up at the charity golf tournament was unavoidable having paid for their spots months in advance. But it was there that Alex had floated the idea of a cruise for the four of them, using the tournament as cover. Steve had cautiously accepted the proposal after eighteen holes of Alex's active encouragement. When Steve finally agreed Alex had said there would be more but wouldn't elaborate until they were all on the cruise ship.

Alex smiled and raised his glass. "The cost is unimportant Steven my friend, and I do mean friend, I really do. <clink> By the time this ship returns to this dock you will not be merely even with me... in all likelihood, you will be ahead."

"How do you figure that?" Steve was wary - how are you suppose to trust a guy who knowingly took advantage of your wife? Yet...

"You know what I did at the party, I know what I did - so let me say this with all sincerity "I'm truly sorry for the pain it's caused you." Debbie doesn't know, Cathy doesn't know and I think you'll agree with me that due to the passage of time - it should stay that way." Alex paused, waiting for a nod that didn't come. "I mean if you were to confess to Debbie now that you had let me borrow your costume and it was me that night..."

"Yeah, I get it. What are you driving at?" Steve was getting angry again. Alex always had to spread the blame around when something went wrong for him. Steve had done nothing more than a favor that had turned into a terrible nightmare. As your basic good guy, willing to forgive and forget Steve was willing to give a little here. Damn - this was a big one to get past though.

"Steven, I am trying to make this right and that means that you and I need to be on the same level. We need parity, balance - we need equality." Alex glanced quickly around until he was satisfied that they were private enough. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic baggie. "These little beauties cost me one hundred bucks... special blend of GHB, Ecstasy, and something called psuedopyschoscylici - oh Hell, I forget what it's called. I bought four of these little red devils."

"There are only three there."

"Right you are. I already tried one out and it worked like a dream. Two weeks ago I dropped one of these in a glass of wine. Cathy drank it, fifteen minutes later she was acting like she'd drank the whole bottle. Thirty minutes later she was pretty much passed out and stayed that way for three hours. The way this stuff works is amazing, because the next morning she did not remember anything that happened after dinner! Not only did I fucked her until I couldn't get it up anymore, but I finally took her virgin ass; I've been trying for years to get into that. And you want to know the best part? - while we were fucking she might have been mentally out of it but her body wasn't. Instead of just lying there like a lump she was squirming and pushing her hips up; totally into it - it was incredible. Next morning, no hangover, couldn't remember anything. Best part was her asking me what I said that finally convinced her to try anal. I told her that was my secret, and then she said, "Well don't forget it." Is that awesome or what?"

"Okay, so now you're drugging your wife so she'll have sex with you?" Though the words were meant to bite, Steve had lightened his tone when he spoke them. He had no idea where Alex was going with this.

Alex smiled back - this was going to work, he just knew it - and waved the waitress for another round. "Yeah, I suppose so. I'll tell you one thing, I'm going to make sure I always have a couple of these around. But back to the reason I have these, here, now... the reason I have these is you. Say the word Steven and I'll pop one of these into Cathy's drink sometime after dinner. When she gets all loopy I'll take her back to the cabin, and undress her. Then I'll return to where you are give you the key to our cabin. You my friend get two undisturbed but memorable hours with Cathy and when you're done, we will have balanced the books and she won't remember a thing."

Steve looked slack jawed at Alex. "You'd drug your wife so that I could... you want me to... fuck her. Are you crazy?"

"Steve, I already did it once and it worked perfectly. You and I will be the only ones who know. Look, Debbie had been drinking at the Halloween party when I took advantage of her. Cathy will have been drinking and you can take advantage of her. It's perfect - we'll know, they won't!" Alex saw the hesitation in Steve's face. "You have three nights - pick one. Personally, I think we should plan on doing this tomorrow - Saturday night. Think about it okay, it's all set and ready to go all you have to do is say the word and enjoy giving Cathy a good screwing. Let me say one more thing and I am being completely straight here Steve. I can't think of anything else I can do to make this right between us, and I can't imagine a better time that this cruise. Just say the word buddy."

"You'd set it up for me to have sex with your wife?" Steve shook his head is disbelief. If the situation were reversed - like that would ever have happened - could he propose something like this - it was audacious. "Your serious aren't you?"

"Serious as a heart attack man - look we'd better get back to the girls. If you're game just say the word, Steve."

The first day was perfect and dinner that night memorable. The couples went back to their cabins and both men discovered that duty free shopping included sexy lingerie. Alex got very lucky. Steven got laid too- but he had a lot on his mind.

"You seemed a little distracted honey." Debbie lay on her back beside her husband, both enjoying their post orgasmic glow. "I mean, one minute you're making love the next you're fucking me hard, really hard - not that I'm complaining about the hard part. I mean I kind of like it when you get all macho with me. Makes me feel like you're... I guess I mean I really like it."

Debbie rambled on as Steve considered the options before him. The bottom line when all was said and done was clear enough. Alex was offering Cathy to him on a silver platter. Alex didn't seem to mind; hell he was practically insisting that Steve screw his wife. Steve had to admit to himself that a free pass to fuck Cathy was tempting in the extreme.

"Earth to Stevie. Oh look at you." Debbie wrapped her hand around his erect cock. "I can't believe you're hard again so fast... looks like I'm the lucky one tonight."

Steve watched his wife straddle him, impale herself, and slowly post up and down on his cock. He had to smile; Debbie didn't need to know that the erection she was enjoying was courtesy of his fantasizing about fucking Cathy. He watched his wife fuck with a smile of deep enjoyment. He realized that she had done nothing wrong - what had occurred at the Halloween party was all Alex's fault. Cathy had done nothing wrong - once again, it was Alex's fault. Steven's choice was easy.

Debbie shifted forward, grinding her pubic bone against his, then leaning back and coming forward at a slightly different angle. He realized she was trying to accomplish something. "Hey careful honey, you don't want to break anything. We have plenty of time to enjoy."

Debbie looked at him and frowned. "I'm trying to find the position or angle you used when you fucked me at that Halloween party. That was some of the best fucking you've ever given me... you were so deep, I came so hard."

Steve was speechless - she was still thinking about that damn Halloween party? Well fuck that! Tomorrow night should work just fine he thought. He reared up, causing Debbie to squeal in surprise. He moved behind her positioning her on the edge of the bed. Steven gripped his wife's hips and thrust into her as hard and as fast as he could. Debbie complained at first, but Steve didn't miss a thrust. He was so preoccupied with his own orgasm he had no idea if his wife came. Once he was finished he pulled out, lay down and was asleep in seconds.

"I should be angry with you Steven Tenet. I am so damn sore this morning," Debbie glared at her husband then let her face soften into adoring love as she lightly fondle Steve's morning erection. "I'm way too sore to fuck... howse 'bout a good morning blow job?"

Steven stared up at the ceiling as Debbie sucked and slobbered all over his cock. His anger from the night before had dissipated and once again he was unsure. He let Debbie finish - no need to stop a perfectly good blowjob - and then they showered and headed off to breakfast.

Something was going on. Debbie watched Steve and Alex talking quietly off to the side of the room. It had started at breakfast and here it was again at lunch, something was up with those two. She speculated that they were probably going to sneak off to one of the pools and look for young girls wearing thong bikinis or even sunbathing topless. She leaned toward Cathy to comment about that and was reminded at once of the soreness of her bottom - thanks to Steven and his short, thick cock. That's when it hit her - short and thick, not long and deep - and Debbie sat back up. It wasn't Steven at the party she knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt. Someone else was wearing one of those Scream costumes and that someone else had fucked her! Good Lord.

Suddenly things began to fall into place. Debbie had been fucked by a longer thinner cock; that's why it touched places so deep inside her. She understood now why she hadn't tasted herself on Steven's cock when she gave him the blowjob on the way home. He hadn't cleaned himself in a bathroom or anything, because he hadn't fucked her. Then when they got home - damn - Steven hadn't reacted until she was begging him to "fuck me like you did earlier." DAMN! Steve knew he hadn't fucked her and that someone else had! That's what he was sick about!

But if Steve knew it wasn't him why didn't he say anything to her? One possible answer stunned Debbie - he did know who had fucked her. Maybe there wasn't a second Scream costume, Steven might have lent it to someone he knew - but why hadn't he said anything? Debbie perked up, this question and others began to form in her mind. She loved a challenge and what was more she loved Steven. He knew that she'd had sex - mistakenly - with another man and hadn't beat her over her head with the knowledge. She smiled at his understanding and compassion - "oh Stevie."

Having accepted that another man fucked her (and very well thank you) that night; Debbie was fairly positive that Steve hadn't set her up (frankly she doubted he'd have the imagination or the kink to do such a thing [but what if he did? That was filed away for future exploration]). She was fairly certain that he knew who did, even if that knowledge was realized after the fact. Debbie did feel for her husband, it must have been a terrible shock to know someone else had fucked his wife... that certainly explained his throwing up that night.

She traced the events that followed the party and was surprised when she noticed that she and Steve hadn't done much socializing with Alex and Cathy until this trip. Debbie and Cathy talked and met often enough but either Steve or Alex always had a reason that kept the couples apart. Then Steven and Alex played together in a golf tournament and now they were all together on this cruise. Something didn't quite fit.

By dinnertime Debbie had discovered a juicy, yet puzzling piece of information. There had been no charity golf cruise prize - at least not as far as the cruise line was concerned; they hadn't offered any such thing. It didn't make sense that the guys would have paid for this out of their own pockets - no way; not without talking to either her or Cathy. Did this cruise somehow figure into the events of the party? She had a suspicion but nothing more.

At dinner the table conversation was subdued. One thing however was obvious to the point of irritation. Both men seemed overly focused on Cathy. It wasn't blatant, but there it was before her. Or was she just jealous the Cathy was bra less and she wasn't. Debbie had a bunch of puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit together. Something was going on but she just couldn't see it yet - or was she just being overly suspicious?

At 9:47 PM, unbeknownst to Debbie, a significant piece of the puzzle was played. Alex had gone to the bar and returned with fresh drinks. Debbie missed the wink the husbands shared. Cathy's slight slurring didn't go unnoticed but it was also expected as everyone knew that Cathy couldn't hold her liquor. When she was suddenly unable to stack her chips, Alex stated she'd drunk too much too quickly and was "done for the night." There was nothing unusual when Alex decided to escort her back to their cabin saying "I shall return." Everything seemed so normal; Debbie began to wonder if she had got it all wrong. Maybe the only thing to do was reward her husband for his patience and understanding.

Ten minutes later Steven pushed his pile of chips toward his wife, "I'm gonna go find a bathroom, stretch my legs, then check out the midnight buffet. Don't loose it all on one hand babe." He was rewarded with a long, pink tongue being stuck out at him. He slipped off the stool, headed out of the casino and turned left. The plan was to meet Alex in a small lounge area near their room so there was no need to mess with keys. Alex would give Steven until midnight to enjoy Cathy's charms.

Debbie smiled and waved him off and laid out her bet as the cards were dealt. She had just looked at her cards (Black Jack! - an ace and a queen) she turned to express her joy when it struck her - she was alone. She looked over her shoulder towards the exit in time to see Steven turn left - fresh air and food was to the right. She swept up her chips and left the casino. She followed slowly, waiting for Steven to turn a corner before following. Where was he headed, what was going on here?


Alex woke in the dark cabin and fumbled toward the bathroom. He turn the overhead light on and stood in front of the toilet before releasing a satisfying stream of piss. He gave his cock two shakes and looked down.

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