was on that first honeymoon, as he had been escorting Gladys to a party, he had stepped aside to let some people pass, coming from the other way.
He happened to glance out to the sea and saw a pod of Dolphins swimming alongside the boat.

   It had been said it brought good luck to the ship when Dolphins swam in its wake.
It seems like history was repeating itself as someone spoke of luck that day too.
Seeing the Dolphins, the happily married couple moved on with smiles on their lips and joy in their eyes.

Good or bad?

   Bjorn let out a sigh as he went over to the small desk and opened the cigar case.

   “You should go ahead, if you’re curious.” Bjorn said, placing a cigar between his lips.

   “Alone, by myself?” Erna pouted.


   Bjorn leaned back in the chair and lit the cigar, taking puffs of it between his fingers and drifted off into his thoughts, thinking that Erna would leave.

   “Then I will see them next time too.” Erna said.

   She put her parasol down and stood in front of him, she did her best to loom over him like Mrs Fitz did, that always seemed to work.
She looked at Bjorn expectantly, even though she already knew he wasn’t the type of person to be dissuaded from a decision made.

   Bjorn seemed to consider her for a moment and then nodded.
Without warning, he grabbed Erna by the waist and pulled her onto his lap.
She let out a shriek as he did so.
Bjorn then took off her hat, he threw it onto the desk, along with his cigar.

   Erna recognised his intent and felt a flush of embarrassment come over her.
Her gloves, shawl and dress effortlessly fell to the floor and Erna realised she was now sitting on his lap in nothing but stockings and shoes.

   “What do you think you’re doing?” Erna said.

   “A husband’s duty.” Bjorn said, smiling casually.

   His lips whispered his intent as his eyes wandered down Erna’s front, bathed in the bright yellow light coming in from the porthole.

   With sullen eyes, Erna looked at him.
He seemed to have no regard for what she wanted to do and was only absorbed in what he wanted to do.
At that moment, he was licking and sucking on her breasts.
That’s not to say she wasn’t enjoying it, the sensation of his wet tongue on her nipples made her mind go blank.

   Her unreserved husband’s desire was strange to her and even if he didn’t truly love her, he kissed her like he did.
His shy touch told her that he wanted her deeply.
That thinking made a part of her heart tingle and desire this herself.

   She decided that she wanted to believe his love was genuine and like the boat on a cruise, their relationship was on track.
There might be the odd difficult corner, a hurdle that needed jumping, but she hoped they would dissolve in time.

   She remembered all the lessons of the past few days and let out a quick breath as Bjorn stroked his hands through her hair.
She could feel the heat rise between her legs and his.
Sudden embarrassment made her instinctively want to retreat, but Bjorn wrapped himself around her and prevented her from pulling away.

   “Why do you always run?” A hand slid down her back and around her waist.
She knew where he was going.
He smiled miscellaneously.

   Captivated by the feeling of his touch, her mind went white.
She exhaled quickly and averted her gaze.
The sky through the porthole was clear and bright.
She stretched for the curtains, the desire to close them was overwhelming, what if someone was to look in and see them?

   The moment she reached, Bjorn pushed against her lightly.
She sighed as she felt the force of him inside, the pain was minimal, the pleasure was everything.

   “Hey, Bjorn, Bjorn.” Erna cooed, trying to draw his attention to the curtains.

   Bjorn dug in as deeply as he could.
A sharp exclamation and a harsh sigh erupted at the same time.
She was barely able to control her body and could do nothing to escape.
She simply clung to his shoulders and let him move without hesitation.

   As she sighed, Erna let her lips part like she had been taught.
Bjorn kissed her deeply to compliment his student and stroked the back of her neck.

   Bjorn could feel Erna tremble as became tight.
She was still impatient, but at least it was not as difficult as the first time.
He became aware of her reaching for the curtains and found it very off putting.

   Let’s see if I can’t make you forget about the curtains. He said to himself.

   With a sudden burst of movement, Bjorn grabbed Erna tightly and twisted round to pin her on the sofa.
Erna let out a surprised squeal.
The light poured over them and their pale skin shone bright.

   “Bjorn, the curtains.” Erna gasped.


   Bjorn dug into her deeply.
She couldn’t continue pleading any more and nearly forgot all about being exposed.
Her breath was suffocated by the sense of Bjorn being inside her, all of Bjorn being inside her, it was almost too much.

   “You feel so good.” Bjorn said.

   Erna’s eyes, which had been clouded by the sensation, went wide as he whispered the dirty words into her ear.

   “How does it feel for you?” Bjorn asked, as he slowly moved his waist rhythmically.

   “Smooth…soft.” Were the only words Erna could think of.

   Bjorn smiled and as Erna tried to look away, he cradled her chin with a firm hand, holding her head in place.
The muddy sound filled the air with its lewd chorus.

   “You feel so good, it’s making me crazy.” Bjorn said.

   He spat the last words out with an effort, not able to hold back any more.
He let Erna go and rolled off to sit lazily on the sofa.
Erna was in shock.
She sat up and spread her trembling legs to see the bruising on the thighs.

   “Oh, Bjorn,” she covered her face as the tears started to appear.

   Bjorn simply giggled at her crying.
It would seem that his chaste ladies’ values were being shattered.
Having sex in full view of the bright sun.
Hopefully she won’t be scared in the future.

   He stood and his shadow cast over her.
He realised she had a pretty good voice for calling out during sex, perhaps that’s why her chattering never bothered him during the act.
Her voice was so clear and soft.

   He leant down and picked up her gown and draped it over the arm of the chair.
As much as he found her talking exciting, the next time and from now he had no time for idle chatter.
He looked out of the porthole.

   Beyond the curtains that Erna couldn’t close, the sea sparkled like sapphires under the bright light of the sun.

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