Saving My Marriage – part 11

As our story continues, there will be more exposition and character/story development. I hope you will still like where the story is going and the bits of sexual interaction that will still be in the segments. Of course, I still encourage your feedback – both positive and negative. That is the only way I can grow as a writer, and since I am very new to all of this, any feedback will be greatly appreciated. Give me a vote, comment, or shoot me a message. Thank you so much for your continued support and I hope you enjoy the story.

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After paying for my purchases, I asked the clerk to bag the items that the girls knew about separate from all of the items that I was surprising them with. I trundled out to the car with bags in hand. I unlocked the trunk and went to drop the bags full of surprises in. I found my wife and I’s carry-on bags, along with what I assumed to be Steph’s as well. Stowing the black plastic shopping bags behind the carry-on bags, I wondered what other surprise the girls had planned that required additional clothes and toiletries. I shut the trunk and hopped into the back seat of the car with the other shopping bags.

It seemed like forever before the girls came out, but I figured it might take Amy a while to wrangle herself out of her new latex outfit. Before they hopped in the car, they opened the back door and dropped in a handful of new shopping bags then climbed into the front seats. “Alright now, no peaking at our purchases… they are a surprise.”

With that, Steph took the keys from me and started the car. We pulled out of the parking lot and started heading downtown. We took a turn that had us heading for the coastline and the large docks. After finding a place to park, I noticed that we were at the ticketing station for a ferry. Interesting. Amy and Steph got out of the car and asked if I would retrieve our carry-on bags from the trunk while they went to go get tickets for the ferry. Steph tossed me the keys and off they went. I opened the trunk and realized I was in a quandary. How was I supposed to carry all of the shopping bags without giving up the surprise? Looking around the trunk lid, I saw that Amy and Steph were at the back of the line, but it was pretty long. I quickly unzipped their carry-on bags and frantically started sorting out the lingerie into each of their bags, feeling pretty confident that I remembered which ones went to each of the girls. I zipped up the bags and slung their straps over my shoulder. Slamming the trunk, I double checked the car for anything else that we might have left inside. They had already grabbed the bags from the back seat, so I hurried up to stand with them in line.

We finally got our tickets and headed over to the ferry. It had already started boarding and it was the last one of the day… we had just made it in time. We found seats on the top deck so we could look out over the water as we travelled, and as soon as our butts hit the seats, the ferry was underway.

As we coasted along the crystal blue water, we could see some amazing sights. There were old husks of wrecked and abandoned ships peeking out the water, the remnants of an old Spanish fort sitting upon the crest of a hill as we left the port, and as we slipped from the port and around the bend, there were shouts and clapping as some of the other riders noticed a small pod of whales cresting off to the side. Amy and Steph quickly jumped up and ran to the railing to watch the whales. I sat back and watched them pointing out whales to each other. As the pod moved further away from the ship, they stood leaning against the railing. Amy reached out and took Steph’s hand and entwined her fingers into Steph’s. She then leaned her head over and put it on her shoulder as they continued to stare out over the Caribbean Ocean.

A few minutes later, they wandered back over to me. Steph sat down on the bench next to me. Amy announced that she was going to head below deck and see if she could find any bottled water. I looked over at Steph, and I could see her watching Amy walk towards the stairwell. It wasn’t lust in her eyes, but just happiness. I knew I wanted to say something, but wasn’t really sure exactly what to say, or how to say it. When she turned to look at me, she must have seen something my face.

“Okay mister, spill it.” I gave her a quizzical look. She reached up and softly ran her fingertips across my eyebrow. “You always get the funny look on your face and scrunch your eyebrows when you have something on your mind. So what is it? Is something bothering you?”

I took a breath and looked for the words. Steph dropped her hand from my face and clasped my hand, tangling her fingers into mine just as I had seen Amy do with her a few minutes ago.

“I guess I was just thinking about how amazing it has been since Amy and I met you. You have really changed her, you know. The thing is, I brought Amy on this vacation because I wanted to save our marriage. I still loved Amy, and I hoped deep down that she still loved me too… but our marriage has been in a rough place for a long time now. Amy and I both grew up with nothing. Divorced parents struggling to stay afloat, trying to provide for us as best they could. Awhile back my mother passed away. It turns out that over the last twenty years or so, she had made some really good investments and had saved a bunch. We ended up inheriting millions of dollars… but Amy and I swore that we would not let it change us. We would not become those people that suddenly become wealthy and turn stupid. But it did change us… for the worse. See, instead of becoming frivolous and silly, we buckled down. We began to work three times as hard to make it. We ignored the money that we inherited and let it sit there. We were determined to do it on our own.