The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Since my husband, and apparently with the connivance of the others, had made all the plans for this trip, I didn’t know much about it. We had two adjoining four bedroom Villa Suites. Between the two suites, we had four king size beds, four sets of twin beds that converted to a Royal King, two double sofas, and eight Pullman beds, plenty of room for all of us, and whoever else got drawn into our orbit, of which we hoped for a substantial number. Our suite had Sean, Quinn, and the four submissive sluts, plus Gretchen and Maria. The other suite had Rene, Sasha, Conor, Brigitte, Sonya and Alicia.

I was both glad that I’d be sharing a suite with my husband, and somewhat sad. I never wanted to hurt him, and knowing how I got when I fucked Quinn, turning into a beggar for his dick, I was afraid I’d hurt him when he witnessed it, but I hadn’t made any of these plans, including switching Dominants, so I decided to go with the flow.

Each of the nights on board the ship were themed, tonight was Let’s get Lei’d Night, a Hawaiian shirt themed night, although you could go with anything else Hawaiian themed, including grass skirts and coconut bras. We set out our costumes for later. You couldn’t go naked in the dining room areas due to food service, but most of the rest of the ship was open for nudity, including pools, spas, exercise rooms, but you needed to carry towels to sit on wherever you went.

After checking out our rooms, we began walking about the ship, both to acquaint ourselves with where everything is, but also to begin exposing ourselves to the other people boarding.

If we were going to pick up submissives as breeders during this trip, we needed to troll for them by going out as Dominants and submissives. Trolling for hot wives and cuckolds would occur when the men were naked, and their big cocks would draw the eyes of every woman who loved a big cock, and let’s face it, most did. This cruise would be perfect, as not only could the men be naked, but the other cruise participants would be looking at this as the perfect time to step outside their marriages. The smell of aroused pussy would keep the wolves hard for most of the trip, so it wouldn’t be only big, dangling cocks they were attracted to, but hard, erect phalli drawing the eyes of women and cuck alike. The only trick would be, separating the fertile from those too old to bear children anymore. It was the perfect place to look for breeders.

It took about three hours for all of the passengers to board, and the ship departed port at four PM. At five PM, the ship announced that we were free to get naked and all of our group quickly did so, strolling about the ship in our altogether, starting to draw even more attention to ourselves. Another ninety minutes of promenading about the ship au naturale, and we were starting to draw a lot of interest as a group. There were plenty of women staring at the larger than average cocks in our group, and lots of men, and even some women, staring at the women in our group. The fact that the four men were leading four sluts around on leashes upped the arousal factor a lot, because it intimated that we were owned, and could be used for anything.

Before we’d returned to our room to change into our outfits for dinner, three women had approached the four men and inquired about getting together at some point. Two just wanted to fuck, both of them from the Midwest, and room numbers were exchanged since open sex on the decks was out of the question. One of the women inquired about becoming a submissive. She was from the Boston area, so within New England pack territory. Rene asked her if she’d be willing to be bred as a submissive for infertile couples as a surrogate mother.

“I’d have to think about that,” she said.

“That’s a very important part of submission for all of us,” Rene said. “These other submissive sluts are all breeding for infertile couples. We won’t accept your submission without an agreement to breed, so think about it, and get back to us.”

She looked disappointed as she left.

All of the women without leashes on, were hit on at least once, two of whom were women. Room numbers were exchanged if there was any interest. There might have been some inquiries as to the sluts on leashes with the ones holding our leash, but I wasn’t privy to those discussions. Sasha didn’t exchange numbers with anyone. She was holding Gretchen’s hand. We went back to our room for our dinner costumes and went to dinner. The four sluts had on grass skirts and Lushes in our pussies and nothing else. The men their Hawaiian shirts and loose shorts, the other women remained topless with wrapped Hawaiian motif skirts.

The first one to actually take a bite of the apple was a couple that came to our table at dinner. They were young, in their lower twenties. The man was the one to approach first, the woman standing shyly behind him, with a healthy interest in the carpet, since she couldn’t take her eyes off it. They had wedding rings on, so I suspected they were married.

“Pardon me, but I couldn’t help overhearing something out on the deck about an hour ago,” he said to Rene.

“What was that?” Rene asked, since we’d had a lot of conversations out on the deck.

“That you helped infertile couples have children.”

“Are you volunteering the young woman with you to have children for infertile couples?” Rene asked.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Not exactly. Would it be possible for one of you to give my wife and me a child?”

Quinn had been playing with the controls to my Lush on his phone, and I’d reached the boiling point. “Can I please orgasm, Master?”

Quinn said yes, and I clearly had an orgasm.

Both of them looked at me sharply, as they didn’t see any reason why I’d need to orgasm, since the toy was well hidden, even under a grass skirt. Sean was the one to answer them, since we’d played this game a lot.

“Are you infertile, or are you a willing cuckold who just wants to watch someone other than yourself father your child?” Sean asked.

The couple looked at each other, then the husband answered “Both,” he replied. “I’ve wanted to watch my wife have sex with someone since we were married, but she’s refused until now. But we recently found out I was infertile, so now she’s agreed to have sex with someone else so that we can have a child.”

Quinn, who was seated closest to the woman, had scented something interesting. “Your wife is ovulating now. She’s fertile.”

While surprised that Quinn knew that, the husband replied, “Yes, sir. We chose the date of this cruise for that reason.”

“So far, your husband is the only one who’s spoken,” Quinn said. “Do you really want to have sex with another man?”

“To have a child, yes,” she said.

“If we were to give you a child, would you be willing to have another for other infertile couples?” Sean asked. “If you agreed to have a child for another couple, you’d be paid some money for it. When the child was born, you’d give it up, so someone else could have a child as well.”

“Is it absolutely required we have another child?” the woman asked, “and would we have ours first or later?”

“It’s not absolutely necessary,” Sean said, “but it is important to couples other than yourselves. If we could explain the circumstances to you both, it might make a difference to you.”

“We’d be happy to listen,” the man said.

Isabelle was the next to reach a cusp. She asked for permission to cum. Sean told her no, and she managed to hold out for the moment, but she was struggling.

“What are your names and where do you live?” Sean asked.

“Bernard and Anna Traynor, of Charleston, South Carolina.”

“Bernard and Anna, why don’t you come to this suite at nine.” Sean gave them our suite number. “We’ll discuss the issues with you then and see where this goes.”

Isabelle finally surrendered, and climaxed.

“Five swats to your naked ass, slut,” Sean said.

“Yes, Master.”

“Will I have to be spanked?” Anna asked.

“Not unless you want to be,” Sean replied. “The women with the collars on their necks are submissives, and are in submission at the moment. It has nothing to do with you and your issues.”

“We’ll see you at nine then,” Bernard said and they left.

The fact that they’d seen us out on the deck an hour ago, meant they had seen everyone naked, and the three wolves erect. If Bernard was a willing cuckold as he said, it’s no wonder he picked us to do his wife’s breeding.

Sasha asked, “What exactly is going on?”

Sean replied, “Jessica and I found on our honeymoon, that there are three types of people who are most likely to be converted to breeders, Sasha. Submissives, such as these four sluts, and the two we met in Miami before we left, wives who have infertile husbands, and wives of cuckold husbands, who are willing to explore hotwife/cuckold relationships. Leading our submissives around naked and on leashes, tends to attract the first type. Having the men walk around with naked cocks, tends to attract the third type. Cuckolds generally like to see their wives having sex with men more endowed than they are. While not exclusively so, cuckolds tend to have cocks of average or smaller size, and they get more pleasure out of their significant other fucking other men, if she fucks someone with a larger cock, able to provide the woman with more pleasure than they believe themselves capable of providing them.

“It’s how we’ve managed to attract so many breeders. Quinn discovered the first type with Jessica, and we kind of discovered the third, although Dani and Carl provided some evidence of that, but Dani was breeding before she even met Carl. But on our honeymoon, we ran into two more cuckold types. One of Jessica’s friends in Wisconsin was the second type, and it’s more an accidental discovery. The money may help push them in the direction of being a breeder, but their primary goal is to have children of their own. They may or may not want to be a breeder for others. It’s a toss-up, but that’s where the money can help.”

“So that’s the reason you chose this cruise?” Sasha asked. “To attract more breeders?”