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Our Caribbean Anniversary
Chapter 1 I'm writing this story to serve as a warning to all those men who think your wives are not smart enough to find out what you're doing when you surf the Internet. Up until six months ago, I was one of you. I'd spend hours on the computer in my home office, and lots of that time I was visiting Websites that catered to my particular fetish, which was the creation of eunuchs, especially by the man's lover or wife. Since I've been married for over twenty years, you can probably guess that my particular fantasy involved my wife using me as her canvas as she created her own special eunuch. It's not that my wife, Sharon, is computer illiterate. It's just that I thought she'd never find my special files and folders. No, the reason I felt so safe was that she has her own computer in another room. We each have home-based small businesses, and use the machines to keep records and communicate with our customers. I don't use her computer, and she doesn't use mine. That's why I thought she'd never discover what I was doing in my spare time. The thing that proved to be my downfall was the simple fact that we shared a network connection to our cable modem. We had done that in order to save money, since it was no problem for us to share the bandwidth of the single modem. What I didn't realize was that "File and Printer Sharing" was enabled on my computer, and that allowed her to access every file on either machine. I'm sure you understand now how that led to my downfall. At no time had Sharon said anything about her discovery, and I blithely continued to visit my special Websites. Whenever I found a particularly hot photo or story, I'd download and save it. Many pleasant hours were spent looking at my photos and reading my stories, and either cumming in my pants at that time, or thinking about them in bed later while jacking off. We had decided a few years back to have separate bedrooms, because I can't seem to control my snoring. Sharon finally said that she simply had to get some sleep at night, and we mutually agreed that it would be best if she moved down the hallway to a spare bedroom. That didn't cause any problems, in terms of our sexual relations, because she had seemed to lose all interest in sex after we'd been married for about 15 years. If we had sex at all, it was mostly me giving her oral service, while she played with my cock until I climaxed. Her "playing" had become more rough as time went on, and rather than it being a turn-off for me, it just seemed to arouse me even more. Some of the best orgasms I had were when she viciously pinched that sensitive spot right under my cock head, while squeezing my balls with the other hand. As you can imagine, while she was doing that I was fantasizing about my favorite subject. It may not have been "normal" sexual relations, but I always looked forward to her infrequent visits to my bed. We decided to make our 25th anniversary something memorable by taking an ocean cruise, which would be a totally new experience for us. We'd been on several driving vacations around the United States, and even up to Canada once. However, we'd never done anything really exciting on our vacations, so decided to make the upcoming anniversary an opportunity to experience something new and different. We had tentatively decided to fly to the West Coast and take a trip up the Inland Passage on one of the Princess cruise ships, stopping at various ports of call and taking a couple of Alaskan wildlife tours before returning to the Lower Forty-Eight. We hadn't yet made reservations, but the trip was all but finalized. That's why it surprised me when Sharon said, out of the blue, that she'd much rather take a Caribbean cruise. That was such a change in terms of travel time, weather, and itinerary that I was momentarily taken aback. By way of explanation, she said, "I just thought it'd be nice to do something really different. Who knows, maybe we'll go to one of those nude beaches down there, and you can get your jollies looking at all the cuties." That was out of character for her, since she'd always been pretty straight-laced, but I liked the change, thinking maybe it signaled a resurgence of her sexual interest in me. Little did I know that interest had by that time become pretty focused and intense. I really didn't mind the change in plans, and so we agreed that when it was time to depart, we'd fly east instead of west. The arrangements were made for us to depart from Florida, on a cruise ship that would stop at several Caribbean islands. Sharon expressed an interest in spending several days on one particular island, which she explained by saying, "I read a novel once that was set on that island, and I've always wanted to visit it. Since they're all pretty similar, it shouldn't matter which one we visit." I had to agree with that opinion, and let her make whatever arrangements were needed for the stopover. Four days before our 25th wedding anniversary we boarded an airplane at a nearby airport. After a change of flights at Love Field in Dallas, we flew non-stop to Miami. Following an overnight stay there, we walked aboard the ship that would carry us on our dream vacation. I had thought maybe we'd be seasick, but the size of the ship solved the problem. Of course, it helped that the weather cooperated and the seas stayed calm. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, even to the point of actually having sex upon awakening in the morning. It'd been a long time since she'd given me a "morner," and it just served to make the vacation special, even though the sex was the type that had become typical for us, and not what you're undoubtedly thinking. The kind I'm thinking of is where she would sit on my mouth, facing my crotch. While I licked her, she pinched and squeezed until I finally climaxed. We reached the island of our planned stopover in the middle of the third day of the cruise. As arranged, our luggage was offloaded there, and after double-checking that the ship would pick us up in one week, we hired a taxi to take us to our hotel. The sights, sounds, and even the smells were entirely new to us, and we spent the entire drive gawking like typical tourists. That night Sharon said she didn't feel like having sex, which was disappointing to me. I had come to expect being able to cum at least once every day, usually by my trusty right hand. However, on the trip we'd had only the one sexual session to give me that relief, so I was by that time feeling the need to jack off. Now I was being denied that avenue, and I was feeling horny, even though I'd had an orgasm less than 24 hours before. Since we would be sleeping in the same bed, I probably wouldn't be able to pump my prick, so made up my mind to try to ignore it. The next morning I tried to interest her in sex, but again she put me off, saying, "You can just stay horny for awhile. It won't hurt you. Now let's get dressed and go see the sights." So that's what we did. We spent most of the day walking around the shopping district of the city, and then riding rented bicycles in a well-developed system of trails. After dinner at a nice restaurant, I assumed we'd return to our hotel, but my wife had other ideas. She said, "I noticed a museum on one of the streets we walked down today, and thought it'd be a nice change of pace to go there this evening. Would that be okay with you?" She'd been in charge of our relationship for several years by that time, so it never occurred to me to try to change her mind. I agreed that it might be an interesting thing to do, and as we left the restaurant we began walking the short distance to the museum. The building certainly wasn't much to look at, in terms of what most people think of when they hear the word "museum." I'm sure that it was once a large house, which had been converted to the present use many years ago. It looked to be two stories high, with a set of large steps leading up to the front entrance. I was sure there was probably a basement in addition to the upper two floors. We entered into a small lobby, and I was surprised to see a sign there asking us to wait for an escort before entering the museum. That was certainly different that any other museum I'd ever visited. It really didn't matter to me one way or the other, so I didn't say anything about the oddity. We'd waited less than a minute when a woman entered the lobby through the main doors into the display area. She introduced herself as "Chantal," and said she'd be our guide for the tour. She was quite attractive, and maybe ten years younger that our early forties. Her best features, as far as I was concerned, were the two very large breasts that bounced unrestrained under her blouse. I've always been a tit man, and it was all I could do to keep from staring. Sharon introduced us as "Mr. and Mrs. ________," and I was sure the woman recognized the name. Nothing was said to give me that idea. It was just the look that quickly passed across her face. I assumed she knew someone else of that same name, and that was the cause of the look. We followed the guide as she led us into the main part of the building. All the usual museum stuff was displayed there, starting with an illustrated history of the Caribbean as a whole, and then the island in particular. While interesting, it certainly wasn't the sort of thing I'd been looking forward to doing on our special vacation. After we'd seen all the exhibits on the first floor, we were led upstairs. Displayed there were some rather good oil paintings, most by local artists, although some were by well-known painters. We took our time there, but even so were back on the main floor an hour later. I had thought we were ready to leave the museum then, but the guide had other ideas on that subject. She said, "There is another part of the museum that's closed to regular visitors. The subject matter is quite adult-oriented, so we would rather that children don't know about it. However, since you're both adults, I can offer you a tour of that area if you're interested." She then paused and looked at us expectantly, awaiting our answer. The term "adult-oriented" certainly captured my attention, but I was sure that Sharon would be uninterested in that subject. I was surprised when she said, "Yes, please. I'm sure it'd be interesting, and maybe even educational, to see what you have in that part. Don't you think so, honey?" She had turned to me before asking that question, and I was quick to nod my agreement. That seemed to settle the matter, and the young woman said, "Since there is no one else in the building, and it's almost closing time, I'll just lock the outside doors before we go to the basement. Please wait here." So saying, she walked through the lobby and locked the entry doors. After displaying the "Closed" sign and turning off the lights in the lobby, she returned to us saying, "There. Now I won't have to worry about someone coming in when there's no one else here to take charge. Please follow me." Again we walked behind our guide as she led us through the building. This time we were escorted to a door at the end of a hallway, and then down a flight of stairs. The basement was completely dark, except for the light over the stairway. We paused at the bottom of the stairs, and the woman said, "I mentioned that this part of the museum was adult-oriented, and I'm sure you'll see what I mean when I turn on the lights. I hope you're not shocked by the nature of the exhibits." With that, she reached out to a light switch on the wall and turned it on.
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