On the first day of vacay…
~ Easton ~
I’d never seen Darcy so excited. She’d been walking around with this contagious smile for weeks, her eyes lighting up brighter than Christmas lights. Her shopping had been of epic proportions—which says a lot, because my wife could shop.
Then there had been the constant phone conversations back and forth between her and Eli about what constituted a ‘must have’ for the cruise wardrobe, both of them making lists on what to pack for any possible event. She had then phoned Ronnie and Lindsey to make sure they were clued in, to save them the embarrassment of a ‘fashion faux pas,’ was how she had explained it to me.
I had merely shaken my head, not even attempting to fight back a smile. I knew my Darcy and she was completely riveting to watch when she was in her element like this. It took everything in me not to kiss her during every second of every day. And I didn’t really even try to attempt not doing that, either. She was truly happy, and as was I.
“Do you feel alright about leaving the baby?” I had asked her several times on Christmas Day, whilst she attempted to show Weston how to tear open the multitude of packages Father Christmas—er, I mean, Santa Claus had delivered.
“Easton,” she had sighed, “it’s only for twelve days. He’ll love being spoiled by Mom and Daddy. Anyway, it’s good for us to have some time apart from him, you know? He needs to be comfortable being left with others so that he doesn’t become a ‘Mama’s boy.’ Besides, he’s probably ready for a break from me. I think I get on his nerves sometimes.” She did that adorable thing where she scrunches up her nose.
“I see,” I had replied, bending over to kiss that nose. “You know best, love.”
Our limo had just pulled up to the premiere boarding area for the ‘Sailbourne Legend,’ the ship we were booked on. The driver got out and motioned for several of the uniformed stewards to unload the six suitcases and one trunk from the back. I’d warned Darcy that she’d over-packed, but naturally, she’d thrown some cheeky remark my way and continued packing with her usual abandon.
She’d fallen asleep against me, since it was only a little after six in the morning.
“Wake-up, wife,” I whispered against her hair. “Time for us to board.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she gave me a sleepy yawn. “I’m going right to bed when I get to our suite, Easton. Will you wake me up when the ship gets ready to set sail? We’re all going to have a champagne toast.” Even when she was sleepy, there was mirth dancing in her eyes.
“Of course, princess,” I teased. “No worries, I’ll see to your luggage as well.”
She arched an eyebrow at me. “Are you poking fun at me, Easton?”
“Oh, not at all, darling,” I replied, giving her an overly-exuberant smile as I helped her out of the limo. When she turned away after grinning back at me, I gave myself the luxury of rolling my eyes. Only a little. Because God save the Queen if Darcy happened to catch me.
I noticed the other four limos pulling up right behind ours with the rest of our entourage. I motioned for another steward to come over, handing him our tickets and requesting that he escort Darcy to our quarters, whilst I made sure our luggage was tagged and handled without incident.
“See you in a bit,” I said, giving Darcy a kiss. “I’m going to stay here and make sure our guests get properly checked in without delay.”
“‘Kay, Easton. Love you,” she murmured, following the steward up to the walkway. I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at that divine backside of hers, knowing mischievously what underwear she had chosen to wear for the day.
True to my promise to Darcy, I awakened her about thirty minutes prior to the ship’s setting sail. I figured she most likely had a special outfit planned for the event that she wanted to wear.
Everything had been delivered to our suite and I had already changed into some casual cruise-wear that Darcy had gifted me for Christmas.
“Easton,” she breathed, rubbing her eyes, “you look gorgeous in that shirt. I knew you would,” she beamed, proudly. “I have a shift dress that matches the print exactly.”
Do tell?
I watched as she scurried over to the dressing room, and tore into a suitcase, pulling out a summery lightweight slip of a dress that indeed matched my short-sleeved, collared, button-up shirt.
“Ta da,” she said, whipping it up in the air. “I’ll just be a sec, Easy-E.” She tossed me a sly wink.
She returned in a few moments, having changed into the shift, her hair pulled up into a ponytail. “One more thing,” she said digging around in the trunk, and finding a pair of heeled sandals. She slipped them on, and pulled a matching shoulder bag out. I watched as she dumped the contents of the bag she’d carried on into the new one.
“Here,” she said, handing me a pair of sunglasses that had spilled out of her bag. “I have matching Ray Bans for us, too.”
“You think of everything, love,” I replied, smiling. (Mentally giving an eye roll, this time.)
“Grab the champagne, Easton,” she directed. “Eli has the flutes on deck. Let’s do it.”
Oh, wife. By all means, make as many of those cute demands as you want for now. Because I’ll be making some later. And rest assured, they will not be ‘cute.’
We quickly found the rest of our party on the deck closest to our suites. Everyone was given a flute and the champagne flowed freely as the Sailbourne Legend set sail with throngs of people waving from the docks.
I couldn’t help noticing, as I looked around at our entourage, that each couple was dressed comparably. The men were wearing shirts similar to mine, and their ladies were wearing dresses that were very similar in style to Darcy’s that matched each shirt.
I caught Colin’s eye as he held up his flute for a “Bon Voyage” toast to the group, smirking quietly as I took in the loud, flowery pattern of his shirt. His middle finger stood erect as he nodded my way, downing his flute full of champagne in one swallow. I could feel my lips twitching at my old friend’s rebellious moment.
The party continued with several bottles of champagne being consumed until the coastline disappeared from the horizon. We all agreed to meet for dinner after we unpacked and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. I had plans of my own with my sexy little wife. The motion of the ocean would lend itself well for what I had in mind.
Once we reached our suite, I pulled Darcy up against me, wrapping my arms around her.
“This was a splendid idea,” I murmured, my fingers caressing her ponytail playfully. “You’ve planned everything perfectly. Is there room in your schedule for some naughty play?” I asked. I heard her telling hard intake of breath and felt her nod her head against me.
“Come then,” I whispered, taking her by the hand and pulling her over to the large bed. I undressed her slowly, drinking in her beauty as each bit of her was uncovered. She stood naked before me, watching quietly as I discarded my clothing as well.
We stood naked before each other. I pulled her against me, fisting her ponytail so that her face was tilted backward, waiting to receive my lips. It was then I noticed her eyes had teared up.
“What is it, babe?” I questioned softly, my fingers tracing a tear as it spilled over.
“Oh Easton,” she sobbed, “I miss Weston. How could we have left him like that?”
“What?”
I mean, fucking WHAT???
She rested her head against my now very-naked chest. “What if he forgets us? What if he gets sick while we’re off enjoying ourselves hundreds of miles away?”
By this time, she was fairly inconsolable. There I stood, naked, horny and totally ill-equipped to handle her unexpected emotional outburst.
“Darcy,” I said, sitting down on the bed, and pulling her down beside me. “You know that he’s in good hands with your parents. It’s only for twelve days, love. What was all that talk about needing time apart from him—and that it was good for all concerned?”
“That was me justifying it to myself,” she wailed, now full-blown crying. “Don’t you know anything about me yet?”
I stared at her blankly. I was clueless, apparently. My only point of reference being my own childhood, and my mother certainly had no reservations about leaving me for weeks at a time. Blessedly, my Darcy was not like my mother in any way. She loved Weston and was totally dedicated to mothering him properly.
“Easton,” she said quietly, “I don’t feel like leaving our suite tonight. Would you please let the others know we’ll be staying in? I need to come to terms with what we’ve done,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’m going back to bed to sleep for a while. At least then, I don’t have to deal with the reality of how we deserted our b-a-a-by!” she wailed.
Bloody Christ! She’s pulling me right down with her as far as responsibility for this!
“Certainly darling,” I replied, trying to insert a patient tone in my verbal response, once again rolling my eyes so that she couldn’t see. I leaned over to grab my boxers off of the floor, so that I could shrug them back on. I was mentally commanding my hard-on to show me some mercy, for the love of Christ.
On the first day of vacay my true love gave to me:
Blue Balls!
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