I barely slept last night, so high was my anticipation, my expectation of a wonderful experience. Our first cruise. Kat and I had never been on a cruise before Jessa sprang this on us. She probably paid a small fortune to send us out to the Bahamas to meet her cousin, or cousins. Cousins is what she alluded to, I wasn't sure if they were both related to her or not. I'm guessing we'll find out more on the ship.

The cruise starts tomorrow. Today we are driving down to Mobile and check into the hotel Jessa recommended. A room is reserved in our names but not paid for yet. It's near the port and the Alabama Cruise Terminal.

At 6 AM, I already can't sleep any longer. I know it's only a 5 and a half hour drive to Mobile, but a part of me wants it to be over with already and relaxing the rest of the day until we catch the cruise the following. Kat is still asleep, sprawled all over the bed, limbs akimbo, adorable as a sleeping cat. She's half covered, half uncovered, sexy as all get out.

She'd had her way with me a couple of nights ago. I'm not complaining, I just want more. I can't seem to get enough of my wife. Whenever she's passionate about something, she loves me like a wildcat. She rides me like she can't get enough. And then she cools down for a day or two. I think that is a by-product of our ages.

When she's insatiable, she's insatiable. When she's not, she's as languorous as a cat. All attention seeking, and receptive to adoration, but aloof as hell. My nickname for her fits her well, Kat. But, by God, I love the dickens out of her. I wouldn't have her any other way.

But right now, she's asleep and I'm awake and restless. I get up and make my way down stairs. Both of our children are away from home now. The older, starting his own life with his own partner. They'd been married recently.

The younger one... the one who'd gotten tangled up with our paramour, Jessa, was back at college now, thankfully. That was Jessa's doing. She'd insisted Erica finish college courses and get a degree. That was after Erica had decided she wanted to be Jessa's lover instead of us.

I was astounded that Erica had listened to and agreed to do as Jessa had instructed. I was grateful to Jessa for it as well. Erica would never have agreed to it if it was me trying to convince her to do so. But I digress. This story is really about my trip with Kat to our destination of Mobile Alabama and a cruise ship which we were schedule, by Jessa of course, to board tomorrow, ostensibly to meet Jessa's cousin(s).

As I said, it's 6 AM, and I'm awake and Kat is asleep. Assessing the situation, I determine the utmost priority is coffee. That elixir of life that stimulates and invigorates our leaden brains. I stagger down stairs in my boxers. I stand groggily before the coffee making device, my partner is cohesion, my compadre in cognizance.

I scoop spoonful after spoonful of ground coffee into the basket for brewing. Hopefully I haven't lost count, but if I have and I've over compensated, does it really matter? Coffee is coffee after all. And perhaps the stronger the better. I make sure the water reservoir is filled, and press the brew button.

I stand before the coffee machine, breathing in the aroma of ground coffee being transformed into the magic elixir that will help me face the day. The bonus is that it will wake up my wife, Katrina and help me get her body into the car so that we can drive down to the cruise port, or at least the hotel at which we will spend the night.

When the pot is done, I make her a cup, just the way she likes it. It's sort of comforting knowing how my wife prefers her coffee. It's a standard to which I can always adhere. I pour her a cup. I add just enough creamer to lighten the color to caramel, and that is exactly the way she likes it. I prefer to have a packet of sweetener as well, but for some reason Kat likes it sort of bitter but creamy.

To show her my love, I make it the way she likes it, and carefully carry it upstairs and into the bedroom. I wave it near her nasal passages and watch them flare as the aroma caresses her olfactory senses. It doesn't wake her fully, but that's not necessary, because I have other plans to wake her.

For the moment at least, she's pliable and I can gently tease her out from the covers until her body is available to me, loosely clad in her night clothes. I'm going to wake her with my tongue, licking her between the legs until she grabs my head and buries my face in her aching need.

It doesn't matter that there is fabric between my tongue and her folds. I nibble and lick and prod with my tongue until the fabric is wet, soaked with her excitement. I mouth her until her breathing shortens into quickening gasps. Sometimes, she moves her clothing aside, other times, Kat presses against my mouth fully clothed, eager to express her lust to the point that it is almost difficult to breathe.

This morning, soon enough, she has moved her nightclothes out of the way until my mouth contacts her vagina fully, and I gladly lap up her juices while her hips buck beneath my worship. Her hands press my face against her as she grinds against me. Her need for release is urgent. I can tell with the rapidity of her motions. Her motions are almost violent against my tongue, like she is trying to suffocate me with her sex.

Eventually, she quakes and shivers. Kat's orgasm culminates when she cries out, "Oh Fuck! Oh God! Damn Dale, that was so good. Thank you. Oh my."

I look up from my position, face covered with her juices, "Hey lover, your coffee is getting cold."

She slaps my head playfully then.

"You cheeky bastard."

I grinned at her, "It's time to get out of bed honey. We have full day ahead of us driving down to Mobile."

"All I want to do now is take a nap after that wonderful tonguing. Won't you let me rest for a bit?"

"Okay. I'll let you have a bit of a nap while I shower and get ready, but then you'll have to get out of bed and get ready yourself. And you'll have missed your opportunity to have a shower with me."

"Oh, sure, rub it in you scoundrel. I'm taking a nap. Get out of here, or wait for me to nap and I'll join you."

"Heh. That's tempting my lover, but if I dally with you in the shower we'll be forever getting on the road. I don't want to be pulling into Mobile at midnight. Take your short nap, and then get ready doll."

I turned then to head into the bathroom and my wife kicked me in the butt before laughing, "Love you babe."

"Now who's being cheeky? Love you too kitten."

When I had finished shaving and showering, I walked out of the bathroom to Kat's light snoring. If you ever ask me about it in front of her, I'll never call it snoring, just noisy breathing. Learning that she snores, even lightly, would embarrass the hell out of her. I spare her that embarrassment, because I never want to hurt her again.

I know she's not entirely delicate, but she is my flower, and I worry about her petals being crushed. I don't want to be the one to crush them. I know I can't protect her from every malicious barb that might be sent her way, but I can certainly make sure that no more malicious barbs emanate from my direction. That's the best that I can do.

And I know I can't protect her from our daughter Erica either. Getting between the two of them arguing is like walking into a wood chipper. I'm as likely to end up without any limbs as I am to alienate the both of them.

But I digress. It's just me and Kat at the moment, and I need to wake her up and get her moving so that we can drive to Mobile within a reasonable time frame. I say that, and as sure as I'm a male, somewhere along the way, Kat is going to want to stop somewhere and shop. And given her dearth of swimwear at the moment, I'm sure that is what my darling wife will want to buy at some point somewhere during our journey.

So my primary goal currently is getting her conscious, getting her dressed, and getting her in the vehicle for the drive. I don't care if she naps along the way. We just need to get on the road. But damn she is so adorable lying there in bed, sprawled all over, half in and half out of the covering. I can't help myself. I reach for my phone, open the camera app and take a photo for nostalgic effect.

If she ever discovers it, she'll more than likely make me delete it, but for now... it's my treasure.

Afterward, I bend over and nibble her neck, "Wake up sweetness. Time to get going. As soon as you get out of bed, I'll go down and refresh the coffee for you, okay?"

"Slave-driver," she grumbles.

"Come on, you've had an extra 45 minutes of sleep pill. Time to get out of bed. Do you want me to carry you into the shower?"

"FUCK NO! Leave me alone, I'm getting up!"

I watch for a moment until I'm sure she's started moving. In her sleep fog she glares at me as she sits up. "If I wasn't looking forward to this cruise, I'd be cranky."

I laugh. "That's news to me lover. I didn't think you were actually looking forward to it."

"Get better at reading between the lines then. Go make me coffee and get out of my way."

"Grump."

"Fucker, get me my coffee ready."

"Your wish is my command your highness."

"I'll bite you."

"You're going to have to move faster if you want to," I said as I left the bedroom.

After a while, Kat all but tumbled down the stairs into the kitchen and staggered over to the fresh pot of coffee sitting ready for her at the machine. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. At least she is finally up and there is a chance we might be on the road within the hour.

While she lounged at the breakfast bar with her coffee in hand and a sausage roll that I had heated up for her, I went upstairs to collect her luggage and her passport and the extras that I had made sure were ready to port down to the auto in order to be on our way. I busily packed the auto while she spent the time trying to wake up.

I wondered at what she had decided to wear today. In truth, I really didn't care much as long as I could bundle her in the vehicle for the drive to Mobile. She at least had covered her naughty bits, although when she slid into the auto it was rather obvious she wasn't wearing any undergarments. Actually, it made me think she was going to be kind of randy and ready to keep me disturbed on the drive with her sexual antics. But I was thankful that we wouldn't be too far behind my schedule.

Before I turned on the ignition, I had to ask her, "Kat, Are you sure you want to try getting that butt plug through security?"

"What make you think I've got a butt plug?" she asked coyly.

"Like you didn't show it to me when you climbed into the car..."

"Don't be silly honey. It's silicone and plastic, not metal like the other one. They shouldn't even notice. If it makes you feel better, I'll leave it in the suitcase and go through security commando. That way if they do a cavity search, I won't have to drop my drawers."

I didn't argue with her because I thought it unlikely they would be wanting to do a cavity search for a cruise, but if she was going commando there wasn't much chance of triggering a search anyway in my estimation. Then again... tomorrow is another day. For all I knew, she had the metal one in the suitcase.

A vision of Kat switching to the metal butt plug and daring security to investigate clouded my thoughts. Nah, Kat wouldn't do that I thought. Indeed, she'd had fantasies at one time of being the object of a gang bang, but that was years ago. I wasn't aware that she'd rekindled that desire. And to my knowledge they had never revolved around a group of security personnel having their way with her. Maybe that should be filed away in my spank bank for later.

On an eight day cruise, we'd be more than likely to run across others who'd witnessed Kat being singled out for a cavity search. It seemed as if something like that would be rather embarrassing.

Kat fastened her seatbelt and I started the engine. With luck, there would be no traffic accidents between us and the hotel in Mobile. At the end of the road, Kat panicked and yelled, "Wait, what about our passports?"

"Got them dear."

"Boarding passes?"

"Got 'em."

"Luggage tags?"

"Already on the bags."

I turned out of the neighborhood and headed toward the Interstate.

"What am I forgetting Dale?"

"Underwear?"

She giggled and assumed a lascivious look, "Is that required?"

"Probably not... was just a WAG anyway."

"Just drive love. I'll try not to distract you too much. I don't know why I'm so horny. Must be a phase I'm going through. Will it bother you if I rub one out on the road?"

"Hell Kat! Warn me okay, so that I can at least pull over long enough to enjoy the show?"

"I'll try."

I lost track of the conversation then as I merged with the traffic on I-75. There was more at the moment than I'd hoped for, but less than expected. Maybe it would lighten up when I exited to I-285, but it would probably not lessen until I was past East Point and onto I-85. Just the same, traffic around Atlanta could catch you by surprise if you weren't paying attention, so I ignored my wife long enough to get out of the metro area.

Kat had dozed off by the time I my focus relaxed. As we were approaching Newnan, she perked up, and exclaimed, "Hey, Newnan. Stop at my store in Newnan!"

"What? Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously! I found a swimsuit I was interested in the store, and they didn't have my size. Stop in Newnan and let me check if they do."

There wasn't much I could actually object to. Since it would be just another branch of her current employer, she'd be getting her usual employee discount. Given her tenure, it was kind of hefty at 25 percent. And that was even after the sales price, if the item she wanted was on sale. It wasn't that far off track either, so I demurred.

I'd kind of anticipated having to make multiple stops on the trip anyway. Kat loves to shop. She'd probably burst if she were not able to travel some distance without stopping at least once along the way to shop. The side benefit of these little excursions are getting a chance to stretch my legs and the occasional latrine break.

Newnan was the biggest little town on the way out of Atlanta on I-85 and only about an hour away from our house. We'd be arriving just about when the store would open, so the timing wasn't bad. When we took the exit, we were just a few minutes early so I quickly topped off the fuel in the auto before driving down the street to the store.

In the parking lot, Kat exited almost before I shifted to park, and bounded off toward the store entrance. I became entranced watching her. I'd never realized before what an outsized influence Jessa had had on Kat until I was reminded of the very first time I'd seen Jessa flounce out of her car and across our lawn to rub herself up against me while I was grubby from yardwork.

Watching my wife flounce across the parking lot in a short, flaring sundress that caught the breeze and played artfully up to give fleeting glimpses of her bare ass and butt plug, I knew that today would be a long day. I could see in front of me evidence that my wife was going to tease me and my manhood all day long in an effort to drive me to distraction.

My trance is broken when she crosses the threshold into the store like she owned the place. I guess I can't blame her, after all the years she put into the job. By the same token, recognizing what has become of my wife since her, or rather our encounter with Jessa, I don't think I would change a thing. Kat's a much more vibrant being for the experience. A grin slowly spread across my face.

One day, I'm going to have to thank Jessa. I'm not exactly sure how to do that, but hopefully it will come to me. I'd find a way to thank her for waking up our marriage.

I exit our vehicle and head toward the entry. As I cross the parking lot, my phone is already pinging from text messages. I stop briefly to examine my phone. They are from Kat. The first one is a photo of the swim suit in the size she was searching for. It's unusual in the fact that it's two piece. It's been ages since she felt like wearing a two piece swim suit.

As I cross the threshold myself, the latest message showed me the door of the changing room she was about to enter. I studiously looked at the store map, wondering why she's sent me this photo. I start wandering over to the men's area, but before long she's sent me another text message with a photo attached.

I bring up the message, the photo loads, my jaw drops. I quickly look around to see if anybody else has noticed. When the coast appears clear, I gawp at my phone again. Kat's sent me a photo from the dressing area. She has on the two piece string bikini, which would ordinarily flatter even most bodies. But in this case, she's also stretched the strings out playfully like, so the pieces barely cover her sexy bits.

Okay, so now I'm not seeing my 50 year old wife, I'm seeing an ageless sex goddess teasing me with a come hither look. Damn fine woman. Then I see the three wavy dots like she's typing a response. I glance around again, worried that I will attract undue attention.

Her message arrives. It says, "I need you. Join me."

What?! "In the ladies changing area?" I text back.

"Yes, now! Hurry Dale, I need you now!"

What Kat could possibly need me for in the ladies dressing area I could scarcely guess. Perhaps naively, I thought maybe she needed help unraveling a knot in the bikini string. Sometimes those ties could be tricky and pernicious.

I made my way there expecting to be abruptly deterred by a stern matronly attendant with a sour look permanently etched on her face. It was kind of spooky that my expectation was ignored. There was nobody really about in the forefront of the ladies dressing rooms. That was unexpected. I edged forward also expecting some sort of authority figure to intervene.

I stage whispered "Kat...," all the while sure that somebody would notice and bring security down on me in the very least. Instead, she peaked out from a doorway visible from the forefront and waved me back, beckoning me to hurry and join her.

I scampered back to her door glancing this way and that, wondering when the recriminations would start, but nothing until I stood before the doorway that my wife occupied. She grabbed my shirt front and dragged me inside, rambunctiously locking the door afterward.

"About time!" she quipped.

"What's the prob..." I started when the sight that confronted me took my thought away. Here she stood, my wife, bikini bottoms draped around her ankles, top scrunched up beneath her arm pits framing the tops of her breasts. She reached for my belt and whipped it open and unceremoniously yanked my shorts down followed closely by my underwear.

"Gag me with your dick so that I don't make too much noise!" just before taking my member into her mouth and sucking voraciously as she bent over at the waist. In the mirror, displayed was the butt plug. Her moist labia looked swollen with desire, her clit engorged. She worked her fingers to either side of her sex and then started tapping her clit with her fingers.

Tap, tap, tap on her hardening clit. Then she switched to stroking her lips to both side. Stroke, stroke, stroke, three times. Her fingers entered her opening, plunging three times, deeper with each thrust. By the time she started the cycle all over again, she was panting and moaning around my raging erection. With each iteration Kat added another tap or stroke or plunge.

I tried my best, I really did. Trying to gag her with my cock as she told me to, but there was not much success in muffling the noises we were making. With Kat slurping while gulping and the slaps on her clit as well as the slick noises of her fingers plunging into her sex, all of it was about as loud as her squeals of delight as she engulfed me with her mouth while I thrust my lust at her throat. I also couldn't help the groan as I came to climax. An "Oh God!" might have escaped my lips as well.

To her credit, Kat swallowed the whole load that I deposited down her throat and in her mouth. I sat down hard on the bench in the changing room when I was finished. Kat finished herself not long after I did. Her inner thighs were slick with her juices. She used the swim suit she had tried on to soak up the excess, then pulled her sundress back over herself.

"Thanks stud. I really, I mean really needed that!"

"I think I might have too Kat. So thank you. We probably shouldn't do this in public that often though."

"Meh, you worry too much darling," she said before she tugged me to my feet. "Let's go. Oh, I'm buying this one."

"Heh, not surprising."

As we exited the changing room, the attendant was blushing furiously. Apparently she had returned while Kat and I were still busy with the fitting. Maybe I had lasted longer than her allowable break time. It didn't seem like that long, but it was still a tiny bit of an ego boost.

Kat took the bikini to the checkout counter at the front of the store. She carefully kept the register clerk from handling the soiled garment as she purchased it. She was really smooth about it also. I don't think I could have done as well as she did. My wife's heretofore hidden talents amazed me.

If nothing else, this unexpected and unplanned cruise was shedding new light on my wife that I might never have had if not for this event. I'd have to thank Jessa for this also.