Cruise
by RLM
Author's Note: The background of this story may be found in
another story posted in my directory, "Fishing Expeditions".
Briefly, Tracy and Paula have devised an erotic scheme to
accumulate a financial nest egg, which they plan to use to
provide a pleasurable surprise for their husbands, Art and
Gordon. Once or twice a month, the husbands can enjoy an erotic,
sensuous night with Tracy and Paula for the bargain price of $500
from each husband. For almost a year, their wives have been
putting their income from these erotic evenings in a private
safety deposit box, and they have decided that it's time to
surprise their husbands. Readers interested in the details that
led to this scheme should read "Fishing Expeditions"... RLM
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The Surprises:
It was Friday afternoon in early June. At almost the same
moment, Art and Gordon both received telephone calls from their
wives. Both conversations were nearly identical:
Paula smiled to herself when she heard the soft, but deep voice
of her husband on the line. "Gordon Baxter speaking. How can I
help you?"
"Well, I can certainly answer that question, Darling, but I
would hate for you to have to spend the rest of the day at work
with a raging erection."
"You shouldn't worry about that, Honey. My secretary is right
outside. She's always prepared to help me with such hard
problems."
"Sure she is... in your dreams, Baby... in your dreams."
"How do you know? For all you know, Doris is a ball of fire
and constantly in heat."
"She may be... but if she is, I know you would resist her
advances, Honey."
"Really? What makes you think so?"
"You do. You told me that yourself and you don't lie... at
least not about things like that. See... there's a downside to
being so truthful and faithful."
"Rats! How am I going to make you jealous?"
"You can't, Lover. But the good news is that you don't have
to. Anyway, I called to tell you not to make any plans for
tomorrow evening. We're going out to dinner and dancing with Art
and Tracy. Tracy's calling Art with the same information right
now. Believe me... neither of you want to miss this. We've got
a surprise for both of you. I hope you don't already have a
business engagement for tomorrow evening. Do you?"
"No. No, I don't. What's the surprise?"
"Don't be dense. You know I'm not going to tell you until
tomorrow night."
"Not even if I threaten to withhold sex tonight unless you tell
me?" My wife was laughing hysterically when she hung up.
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Thirty minutes later, Gordon's phone rang again. This time it
was Art.
"Did Paula call you about Saturday night?" he asked.
"Yeah, she did. Can you make it?"
"Sure. I'm just curious what they have in mind. Do you know?"
"Not a clue. Paula wouldn't tell me. But I do have a
suggestion."
"Yeah? What?"
"We're going dancing after dinner. I suggest we plan our own
surprise for the women."
"Sounds like a plan to me. Any ideas?"
Ten minutes later, the Art and Gordon had planned their own
surprise for their wives.
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No matter how hard I tried Friday evening and on Saturday,
Paula wouldn't give me a clue about the surprise she and Tracy
had planned for the evening. Finally, I gave up. It was half
past 7 PM, and, as usual, I was waiting for my wife to finish
getting ready for the evening. When she did make her appearance,
as I had expected, she had made it well worth the wait.
Her yellow dress just barely covered her sexy ass and only half
of her big 36DD tits. Her legs were bare above her wicked 4-inch
fuck-me heels. There was no way I could keep from getting hard
when I saw her.
"Damn! You are just drop-dead gorgeous, Paula. As many times
as I seen just how beautiful and sexy you are, I still can't get
used to it."
"That's what I love to hear from my main man, Darling. Do you
think my dress shows too much of my tits? Is it too short? Am I
going to embarrass you looking so hot and whorish?"
My cock was already erect. Now it was so hard, it hurt. "You
hot, sexy Bitch! You damn well know I love it."
Paula moved into my arms. Before she kissed me, she whispered
in my ear, "I know you do, Lover. But I just can't get enough of
hearing you tell me." Then her lips covered mine as her mound
worked up and down my throbbing erection.
"Mmmmm.... you are big, Baby. Really big!"
"I want to fuck you!"
"I know you do... but you have to wait until later. Tracy and
I want both of you big and hard and ready tonight. Come on,
Honey. Let's go or we'll be late."
"Are you wearing panties?"
Paula grinned. "Maybe... maybe not."
"Pull up your dress. Show me."
"Can't you wait? You're like a school boy peeking at the
girls' panties."
"When it's you, I'll always peek at your panties any chance I
get. Come on. Show me."
"What if I'm not wearing any panties? How could I show them to
you?"
"I know you're wearing panties under that dress. The hem's not
more than three inches below your ass. Come on."
"What's the magic word?"
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Please show me your panties, Honey."
"How can a girl resist that?"
My hot wife sat down on the edge of the couch, lifted her hips,
and pulled her dress up until it was bunched just below her big
tits. The tiny, yellow thong just barely covered her shaved
cunt. Even from where I stood a few feet away, I could see that
it was already wet. She looked delicious... unbelievable. "I
think I may cum in my pants," I whispered. "Don't you want to
bend over the couch for five minutes?"
"You know I do... for a lot longer than five minutes, but we
don't want to ruin the evening... believe me... it will be worth
the wait, Darling."
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When Art opened his front door for Paula and I, they were
already ready and waiting for us. Art couldn't take his eyes off
Paula, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from Tracy. Her
cream-colored sweater covered more of her huge tits than Paula's
dress did, but Tracy's black skirt was even shorter than Paula's.
She was sitting on the couch with her knees high and her legs
open. I didn't have to ask her if she was wearing panties. Her
thin, transparent black panties were on display as was the sexy
slit of her pussy that was easily seen through the thin panties.
"Are you guys going to take us out to dinner and dancing or you
just going to stare at us?" Paula asked.
"I think they prefer to stare," Tracy suggested.
"Both of you look so hot and sexy, it's hard not to stare," I
said.
"You like my outfit, Gordon?" Tracy asked, spreading her legs
even wider as she asked me.
"I would have to be dead not to like it. Jezzz! Has Art
already fucked you?"
"He tried, but I turned him down."
"I turned Gordon down too," Paula laughed. "Come on, Tracy.
Close your legs before you make my husband cum in his pants.
Let's go or we'll be late for our dinner reservations."
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The chalkboard was a 4-star restaurant and the cuisine was even
better than the restaurant's rating suggested. The veal
scaloppini was superb as were the salmon steaks and the Peking
duck. The cabernet was excellent. For dessert, we all ordered
the Chalkboard�s specialty, bread pudding with rum sauce. It was
beyond belief.
We were all enjoying an after-dinner cordial when Art couldn't
stand the suspense any longer. "All right. What's the big
surprise? Give."
"Maybe later," Paula teased.
"Like hell! Right now! We're not leaving until you tell us."
"Ok. I guess you're right," Tracy said with a grin. "I'll
give you the broad outline and let Paula fill in all the sexy
details. That Ok with you, Paula?" When my wife nodded, Tracy
outlined the surprise.
"In June, the four of us are taking a 6-day Caribbean cruise.
We've already made the reservations but can cancel if we do so
within the next month. We have two, adjoining suites reserved
for the trip, that I can tell you, you're both going to love it
and so will Paula and I. Here's a photo of one of the suites.
Like that big bed. I think it will hold four people easily."
Both Art and I were puzzled. I had to ask. "Well, a cruise is
always enjoyable, but what's so special about this cruise to the
Caribbean that we're going to love it?"
Tracy grinned. "It's a swinging cruise! Many, most, maybe all
of the passengers will be swingers."
"Are you kidding us?" Art asked.
"Tell them about the cruise, Paula," Tracy said laughing.
"Well, there are a lot of erotic things available... for
example, there will be playrooms for sexual play, poolside and
hot tub nudity and body art. At various times each day, there
will be sexually themed parties. How does it sound so far guys?"
"I'm having problems believing all of this," I said.
"Really? There's a lot more. There's a room where you can
take your girlfriend or wife when she's been a bad girl, and a
bare bottom spanking is administered."
"Damn!" Art gasped, rubbing his now very hard cock.
"In the evening, there are striptease contests and lingerie
parties. All the women are allowed to leave on is their heels
and hats. Sometimes, there will be Puss and Boots parties where
the women will be wearing only leather, lace, and boots. Have we
got your attention yet, Guys?"
"Oh hell yes!" Art nearly groaned. I felt the same way.
"I'm not done yet. Some evenings they have "Pastels and Pumps"
parties. Women wear no less than 4-inch heels and undies...
panties and bras.... or none."
Now it was my turn to gasp. "My god! Incredible!"
Tracey added, "Sexual acts are permitted in designated
playrooms and your own staterooms. Sound like a fun six days,
Guys?"
"I can't imagine a more sensuous and erotic six days. What
about the expense? I heard you say that we have suites
reserved."
My wife answered my question. "We've been telling you that we
had a wonderful surprise planned. Both of you guys have been
'renting' our services once or twice a month for 11 months now.
At $500 from each of you, we've put $16,000 in our surprise fund.
We also have some additional money that's for us to know about
and for you guys to wonder about. The cost of the cruise with
fees added on is about $2,000 per person. So, total cost is a
little over $8,000. Every thing is already paid for. You guys
want to go? Or do you want to cancel?"
Art and I both started laughing at the same time. "I think we
can assume that we're both blown away with your surprise. If two
girls are ready to head out for Richard's Club, we have our own
surprise for you. Unfortunately, it's not close to a match for
your surprise, but it should be fun anyway. You Girls ready?"
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After I had parked outside Richard's Club, and we had all
gotten out of the car, Art said, "Wait a minute, Girls. Gordon
and I have your surprise for you. It's something for you to wear
while here dancing tonight."
"What is it?" Paula asked.
"Both of you close your eyes... Good... good. That's it. Now
put your hands behind your backs. Good... good."
I snapped the handcuffs on Tracy while Art did the honors for
my wife. Their eyes flew open with shock. "What's this?" Tracy
demanded.
"Nothing wild. Just handcuffs that the two of you are going to
be wearing tonight while we dance and have fun."
"You sexy bastard," my wife leered at me. "We're not going to
be able to stop you guys from taking any liberties with us that
crosses your depraved minds."
"You catch on really fast, Darling. But that's only part of
it."
"What's the other part?" Tracy asked, half in fear... half in
excitement.
"Well, when have we ever been to Richard's Club without you
girls dancing with several other men who've asked you to dance?"
"Oh... shit!" both women said, almost in unison.
As usual, Richard's Club was dimly lit with a reddish glow
permeating the dance area. I was dancing with Tracy while Art
held Paula in his arms. We hadn't been on the dance floor more
than 15 minutes before word was being spread throughout the club
that Paula and Tracy were in handcuffs while we danced with them,
hefted their big tits, and stroked their asses.
"I'm so hot that my legs are getting wet," Tracy moaned in my
ear. 'Oohhh fuck... do you have to put your hand under my
skirt. Everyone of the men are watching you playing with me.
OOooo... god!"
"What's the matter, Tracy. Haven't you ever had a guy get his
hand inside your panties before?" I asked softly as my fingers
moved up and down the crease of her ass.
"Everyone will know you're inside my panties," she moaned.
"No they won't. Not unless I lift your skirt. Should I?"
"Ooohhh... please... don't."
"Look over there where your husband is dancing with my wife."
Tracy turned to look as her body thrust against my erection.
"See them?"
"Yessss...", she hissed.
"He's got his hand inside my wife's panties, doesn't he?"
"Yesss," she hissed again.
"Does he have her skirt up so everyone can see him doing it?"
Tracy just groaned.
"Answer me."
"Yesss... he does, but please... don't pull up my skirt...
please."
"Now, I don't think it's fair that your husband is letting
every man here see him playing with my wife with his hand inside
her panties, but your skirt is still down. Do you think that's
fair?"
"Please... please..."
"Please what?"
"You know what."
"Tell me."
"Oooohhhh god... do it. You know I want you to do it. Pull up
my skirt!"
It only took one quick motion to hike Tracy's skirt up to her
waist. I saw several men move closer so they could get a better
view. My hand moved between her thighs to her gushing cunt. Her
lips were swollen and gaping. Fluids seeped from her pussy."
"I'm going to rub your clit, Tracy. Get you right to the edge
and then stop. We'll go back to the table and see what happens."
Moving my hand between our bodies with it still inside her
panties, I had no problem locating her erect and throbbing
clitoris. Trapping it between two fingers, I slid them slowly up
and down the pulsing shaft.
"AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH AH!" she moaned as her body
surged toward an intense climax. I stopped and led a trembling
Tracy back to our table. When we sat down, she had to lean
forward to make room for her cuffed hands.
A short time later, Art brought my wife back to the table. She
was shaking even more than Tracy.
"Did you make her cum?" I asked.
"No. I worked her right to the edge twice. Your hot wife was
begging, but I brought her back here. How about Tracy?"
"Same, but I only worked her up to the edge once."
The waitress came over and took our drink order. "I'll have a
bourbon on the rocks, my friend likes scotch and water, and the
girls would like stingers, but put a straw in their drinks.
Their hands seem to be cuffed at the moment."
The cocktail waitress laughed and pushed Paula forward so she
could see her handcuffs. "That's really wild," she said. "She
looks like she's so hot that she's about to explode. You know
every guy here has been watching the two of you working on them
on the dance floor."
As the waitress walked away, her hips swinging provocatively,
my hand moved onto Tracy's thighs. When I my hands reached her
inner thighs, I heard her moan, and, at the same time, I felt her
body sliding forward in her seat. As my hand moved even higher,
her ass moved closer and closer to the edge of her chair.
Across the table from me, I saw my wife's body also sliding
lower in her chair as her ass moved toward the edge of her chair.
Although Art's lower arm and hand were concealed by the table, I
could see it moving slowly. I had no doubt about where his hand
was and what was causing Paula's body to slide lower and lower in
her chair.
My hand had reached the junction of Tracy's thighs. Her inner
thighs were slick with her secretions, and her panties were
soaked and matted against her gushing vagina. Her eyes were
closed and her mouth open. So were my wife's. Tracy's moans
grew louder as my fingers moved up and down the wet slit of her
cunt. On top of her moans, I could now hear my wife's muted
groans.
Both women were now almost lying in their chairs. Their bodies
were undulating, their hips thrusting against the male fingers
that were now buried inside their throbbing vaginas.
The cocktail waitress arrived with our drinks just as our wives
were about to cum. With both women nearly lying on their chairs,
it was obvious to her what was happening beneath the table.
"That's so damn hot and wild," she said in a passionate
whisper. "Can I look under the table?"
"Go ahead," I grinned.
The waitress squatted down so she could see. Then she got on
all fours and crawled part way beneath the table. I moved my
fingers upward to Tracy's clitoris, and judging from my wife's
increased moans, Art was doing the same thing to Paula. Looking
downward, I could see the waitress' sexy butt protruding from
beneath the table. It was too much to resist.
As soon as I began stroking her ass, her knees spread. Now
that was an offer that I couldn't refuse. Tracy's pussy was now
contracting in hard spasms about the fingers of my left hand.
Her moans had turned to soft grunts as she came. At the same
time, the waitress was humping her pussy against the fingers of
my right hand that was now under her skirt and slipping inside
her panties.
Tracy's body sagged against my hand as her orgasm ebbed.
Across the table, my wife's body went rigid as Art made her cum.
Beneath the table, the cocktail waitress arched her ass higher.
I heard her moan every time my fingers stroked her pulsing
clitoris. Paula's body slumped in her chair and her breathing
deepened in the aftermath of her orgasm. Pushing my thumb into
the waitress' vagina, I quickly found her G-spot right behind her
throbbing clitoris. Her hole throbbed wildly as my fingers moved
up and down the length of her engorged clitoris while I rubbed
her hot spot. It only took another minute to bring her off.
Both Paula and Tracy were leering knowingly when the waitress
crawled from beneath the table. She immediately headed toward
the ladies room to straighten her uniform and probably wash the
aroma of her sexual excitement from her pussy.
"What did you do to her?" Paula asked.
I shrugged. "She was under the table watching you and Tracy
cum. So, I made her cum. She was so hot, it only took a few
minutes."
"You hot Stud," my wife hissed. "She should have known
better."
"I think she did, but she wanted it.... so she got it." I saw
Paula's body squirm in her chair as her tongue snaked out and
licked her top lip. She looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I
loved it!
We talked about the upcoming cruise as we sipped our drinks.
Of course, our wives had to lean over and drink their stingers
out of the straws. We were about halfway through the drinks when
a guy in his late twenties came over and asked me if he could
dance with Tracy.
"Sure. She always wants to dance with several men when we come
here."
Art's wife had started shaking again when the man led her to
the dance floor. Before he pulled her into his arms, he paused
to heft both of her big tits. He was still close enough for us
to hear him say, "I think it would be hotter if we danced with
your big tits out... don't you think so? If you don't want them
out, just push my hands away, Honey."
Tracy groaned and struggled to get out of the cuffs with no
success. "I guess you want them out as much as I do," he said to
her as he pulled her blouse and bra down enough to release both
of her tits.
Just as Tracy's tits were being bared, another man had asked to
dance with Paula and was taking her out to the dance floor with
his hand closed firmly around one of her breasts. Before he
took her in his arms, he whispered, "I know that your husband has
bound your wrists so you can't stop me. I'm going to take them
out." Paula moaned when he pulled her dress off her shoulders
and bared both tits.
Once Tracy's tits were out, the young man pulled her close and
began to move sensuously about the dance floor. It really wasn't
a dance so much as it was a dry fuck. Tracy thought she could
feel every vein on the man's cock as he thrust it hard against
her mound and moved it up and down and in slow, erotic circles.
Her eyes were closed, tongue out, wrists bound helplessly behind
her back as the man used her body. She felt her skirt rising
higher and higher until she felt the cool air on her ass. He had
his hand beneath her panties probing her ass as his cock ground
against her pussy.
She was just about to cum when they bumped into another couple
on the crowded dance floor. Opening her eyes, she was it was
Paula and another man she didn't recognize. He had her in almost
the same position ... dress up, tits out, grinding against her.
She also saw that Paula was thrusting her pussy against her
partner's erection each time he shoved it against her.
All around the dance floor, men were grinding against their
partners, but none of the other women had their wrists cuffed
behind their backs. That made it so much more erotic that both
Paula's and Tracy's pussies were gushing with need. Before the
men returned them to their table, their breasts still exposed,
both had brought their partner to a climax on the dance floor.
"Please, Darling. Cover my tits," Paula pleaded. Tracy made
the same request and looked helplessly at her husband. Gordon
looked at Art who nodded. Both women were still panting when
their men covered their naked breasts.
"Did you both cum?" Art asked.
"Baby, there was no possible way I could have kept from
cumming. That guy had my tits out, his hands between my legs,
and his cock grinding into me. He got me off twice," Paula said,
still breathing deeply. I looked at Tracy to get her report.
"Me too," she whispered, panting. "I thought I could get
through the song with cumming, but when he got his fingers on my
clit, I just exploded."
"Are you two ready to leave?" I asked. "Or would you like to
dance with another man or two before we leave?"
Tracy looked at me, her tongue sliding sensuously over her top
lip. "If you let another man take me out there, Honey. He's
going to get me so hot I'll be asking him to take me out to the
parking lot and fuck me."
Paula nodded her agreement. "If that guy I just danced with
had decided to take me somewhere so he could fuck me, I would
have just begged him to hurry. I'll never get through another
song with another man without being fucked."
"Look, Guys," Tracy said having gotten her breath back. "This
has been incredibly erotic. But being handcuffed and helpless
has gotten Paula and I so damn hot, I can't believe it. We both
need to be fucked... right now! If you two don't want to take
care of our pussies, the next two guys who take us out onto that
dance floor are going to be doing it. So make up your minds.
Our cunts need a hard cock. NOW!"
"I think that settles the matter," I said, signaling the
cocktail waitress to bring our bar tab.
When she brought the tab, she grinned and said, "I wondered how
long it was going to be before you guys took your wives out of
her and fucked them. One more dance with some other guys, and
they would have been bouncing on two other cocks. I'm going to
tell my boyfriend that he ought to handcuff me the next time he
takes me out. I got hot as hell just watching your wives getting
worked over out there."
I laughed. "If he does, you better warn him to be careful or
the same thing will be happening to you."
"Why warn him. I would love that. Your wives would have
too... in case you don't know that."
"I know... that's why we're leaving."
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Before we got in the car, we removed the handcuffs and both
women were all over us. Neither Paula nor Tracy could wait until
we got home. Since I was driving, Paula and Art had the back
seat, and my wife was taking full advantage of that fact. We
hadn't gotten out of the parking lot before I saw my wife's legs
sticking straight up in the air, her feet jerking back and forth
as Art rammed her hard and fast.
"OOOOoooooooohhhhhh.... I'm cumming! I'M CUMMINGG, BABY. FUCK
ME HARDER.... AAAAHHHHHHHH... YESSSSS.... LIKE THAT, BABY. FUCK
IT... FUCK IT!"
If my wife's cries were getting me hard and hot, they were
driving Tracy up the wall. She was had her skirt and panties
off, her legs wide open, one hand squeezing her tit and the other
one on her cunt rubbing it frantically. "Ooohhhh god... I'm
cumming too... I'M CUMMINGGG.... AAAAHHHHH," she howled as her
pussy and clit exploded right along with Paula's.
Apparently, masturbating wasn't giving her what she wanted,
because as Paula continued to moan, now kneeling on the back seat
with Art mounted on her from behind fucking her doggy. Tracy
literally ripped my pants open and pulled out my throbbing 8-inch
dick.
She stared at my rigid, iron-hard eight inches with pure lust.
"Oh Gawd! I want that! Please, Gordon. Hurry. I need this big
thing in my pussy," she begged. When Tracy rammed her mouth all
the way down my cock, I knew I needed her pussy even more than
she needed my cock in it.
Driving over the speed limit, it took me less than 10 minutes
to reach our house. Paula, who had already cum a second time
before I brought the car to a stop in our garage, was now
mounted on Art's cock in the back seat. Neither of them were in
any hurry to get out of the car and go inside. On the other
hand, Tracy and I were wild to find a bed.
Tracy jumped out of the car and yelled at me, "Hurry, Gordon.
Damn you! Hurry!" We rushed into the master bedroom shedding our
clothes as we went. By the time we got there, Tracy was naked
and I wasn't far behind. She threw herself onto the bed with her
legs wide open. "Suck me, you hot Bastard. Make me cum!
Hurry!"
I had my head between her gaping thighs in a flash, and just as
fast, her hips were a foot off the bed and thrusting frantically
against my mouth and tongue. High pitched, intense shrieks of
pleasure echoed through the bedroom every time she felt my tongue
sliding up her throbbing, ultra-sensitive clitoris. The swollen,
erect organ danced in and out of its protective hood each time it
throbbed beneath my tongue. Suddenly, Tracy came explosively!
Her juices squirted out in a powerful stream drenching my face.
I stayed on her contracting cunt until her hips fell to the bed.
When I did pull my face from between her thighs, I saw her gaping
hole opening and closing in hard spasms, over and over. Each
time it closed in a spastic contraction, her clit also throbbed
and pulsed.
I was too hot and wild for her cunt to worry about whether she
was now too sensitive to stand being penetrated. Flipping her
over, I pulled her hips into position and nailed a thick
eight-inches of cock into her quivering cunt.
"AAAAIIIIEEEEEEE.... nooo... nooo... wait...ooohhh... gawd....
too much... too much... please... UUGGHHHH... AAAIIIIEEEE," she
howled as her cunt throbbed wildly about my plunging shaft.
Tracy struggled, but her strength, particularly as exhausted as
she was from her intense orgasm, was no match for mine. I easily
held her cunt in place and nailed one hard thrust after another
into her depths. The throbbing cock head thudded with authority
into her womb on every thrust bringing a series of grunts and
screams from her. Her hands grasped and twisted the bedcovers as
I fucked her. After a few minutes, her pussy began to respond to
the hard fucking, and she began to ram her ass back against me
every time I drove another stroke into her cunt. Before I
emptied my load into her, we were both screaming and urging each
other to fuck harder... faster... deeper.
"I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU, YOU HOT-CUNTED SLUT. TAKE IT! UGH UGH
UGH... HERE IT COMES, SLUT. AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!!"
"Oohhh god... you hot Bastard!" she screamed. "You're killing
meeeeeeeeee... Damn you... aaahhhhhhhhhh.... shit.... big hard
cock... in me.... fucking meeeeeeee... Give it to me! Aaahhh...
gawd... cumminggg.... cumminggg... fuck meeeeee... FUCK MEEE!!"
Huge, thick streams of semen and sperm roared through my cock
and spewed with force against Tracy's womb. I was so hot and
excited, it seemed like I continued to contract and throb inside
her pussy for a long time. Even when my load was exhausted, my
cock continued to jerk and throb inside Tracy's vagina.
Tracy was snuggled up against me in the bed as we chatted about
the swinging cruise when Paula and Art joined us. They were both
naked, and my wife looked freshly fucked, as she was. There was
plenty of room in the king-sized bed to allow them to join us
with comfort.
At first, we discussed possible plans for each day of the
cruise. This discussion finally evolved into a discussion of
erotic fantasies we each had for what we hoped might happen
during the vacation. When our wives told us their fantasies of
being sex objects in gang bangs and of turning on numerous men,
Art and I quickly got raging erections. With two, naked,
beautiful women in bed with us, we knew exactly what to do with
them. Once more I buried my cock inside Tracy while Art fucked
my wife.
Afterwards, we were all lying in tangled array of arms, legs,
tits, asses, cocks, and cunts. The women wanted to know if they
could play separately during the cruise or if they had to be with
us. Art wanted to know what they were going to wear during
dinner and lunch. The whole thing was so erotic and hot that it
only took a half hour or so of such discussion to have both Art
and I once again hard and ready. The women giggled with feminine
pleasure knowing they had such an effect on us.
This time, I rolled Paula onto her back and Art followed suit
placing Tracey right next to her. As we mounted them, both women
raised their legs high in the air. When male hips pressed deep
into her sex saddles, both women spread wide. Two female grunts
of pleasure filled the room when the two cocks filled their
waiting cunts.
Having our wives side-by-side, legs up, cunts filled was
incredibly erotic. It felt to me like I was hammering an iron
spike into my wife's cunt. From the way she and Tracy were
groaning, it must have felt the same to them.
Each time we drove our cocks deep inside our wives, their asses
were pressed into the mattress and their feet jerked back and
forth in the air... occasionally touching they were so close
together. With four big tits bouncing wildly on their chests, it
was more than either of us could resist. Art took possession of
one of Paula's heaving breasts while I squeezed and cupped one of
Tracy's.
Tracy came first... followed soon after by Paula. We hammered
into them even harder when we felt their hot vaginas throbbing
around our cocks. Five minutes later, Paula whined... "Ooohh
god... I'm gonna cum again!"
"Ooohh me too," came Tracy's answering wail.
"Can you studs shoot in us at the same time?" Paula asked as
her hips pumped frantically toward her own orgasm.
"I'm ready," I responded.
"Me too," came Art's answer.
"GO FOR IT!" I screamed.
After that, the only sounds were the loud squeaking of the
bedsprings, the uncontrolled groans of our wives, and masculine
grunts of pleasure as the two loads filled our wives' waiting
vaginas.
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Waiting and Preparations:
With the cruise still six weeks away, Tracy and I assumed that
our husband's excitement would wane and then, as the time for
departure drew near. increase again with the anticipation. We
were completely wrong.
Instead of seeing the excitement of our husbands decreasing, it
seemed to increase with each passing week. Gordon talked about
it constantly. When we weren't in bed, discussing it got us both
hot to go to bed, and when were in bed, talking about things that
might happen, got Gordon so hard it was hard to believe. Before,
Tracy and I sprung our surprise on our unsuspecting husbands,
Gordon and I were fucking twice a week and making love another
two times a week. After the surprise, we still made love twice a
week, but my randy stud husband was fucking me the other five
days. Sometimes, he gave it to me in the morning and then again
in bed at night. More than once, I woke up in the middle of the
night with his cock buried in my pussy fucking me hard.
After two weeks of this incredibly hot sex, Tracy and I were
having lunch together, and I asked her how Art was responding.
"It's fucking unbelievable! All he wants to do is screw...
morning, noon, and night. Every time he starts talking about the
cruise, he gets hard and hot... for that matter, so do I.
Booking this cruise has already more than doubled the amount of
sex we're having. How about you and Gordon?"
"Same thing. He can't stop thinking and talking about what we
might be doing on the cruise, and every time he thinks about it,
or talks about it, he gets hard almost instantly. He's even
having dreams about it now. And when he does, he wakes up in the
middle of the night and fucks me."
Tracy laughed... and I joined her. "Can you just imagine,
Paula, if our husbands are already this hot just thinking about
it, what it's going to be like once we're on the ship?"
"My guess is that by the time the cruise if over, you and I are
going to be the two best and most thoroughly fucked women on the
planet."
"That's for sure!" Tracy agreed.
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With three weeks left before departure, I had concluded that
the sex was as wild and as hot as it could get until we were
actually on board ship. Once again, I was wrong.
Shortly after noon, my phone rang. I expected it to be Gordon
telling me how he was going to fuck my ass off that evening.
Instead, it was Art.
"Hi, Art. Gordon's not here. He's still at his office at the
plant. I don't expect him until at least 5:30 PM. You need to
call him there."
"It's not Gordon that I want to talk to, Paula... it's you."
"Oh? Well... I'm all ears."
"You know that Tracy left two days ago to visit her mother.
She won't be back until this weekend."
"Yes, she told me she was going to spend four or five days with
her mother before we left on our cruise. What about it?"
"I can't get the cruise off my mind. It's so damn hot. Every
time I think about any of it, I get so turned I can't believe
it."
"So does Gordon. From what Tracy tells me, the two of you have
been screwing us constantly ever since we told you about the
cruise."
"I was ... every day, usually twice ... but Tracy been gone for
two days and will be gone for two or three more. I'm so hard it
hurts. Can I come over now?"
"Mmmmmmm.... I think you want to fuck me, Art." I heard him
groan. "If I let you come over, you are going to fuck me, aren't
you?"
"Oh god, YES! I'm leaving now. I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"I didn't say you could fuck me."
"I don't care. I want you! I'm coming over. I'll ring the
bell... if you don't answer, I'll ring again. If you still don't
open the door, I'll leave."
"The male man always rings twice, huh? How do you want me,
Honey? Naked? Heels only? Or would you like stockings and
heels?"
"Oh damn... you hot Cunt! 15 minutes!"
The line went dead.
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It only took me 10 minutes to strip naked and then put on a
sexy red bra and bikini panty set with black CFM heels and dark
thigh-high stockings. It took me another three minutes to write
the note and attach it to the front door. The note read:
The door�s unlocked you sexy Stud. I'm waiting for you in the
master bedroom. Get naked and get HARD before you come in...
Paula
I hoped no one would come to our front door before Art arrived,
but I really didn't care. I was hot and the way my pussy was
gushing, I would take on whoever came into the bedroom. I knew I
only had a minute or two, so I hurried to the bedroom, sat down
beside the bed, and spread my legs wide open. I only had to wait
a minute or so before I heard our front door open and close.
I hoped it was Art, but anyone with a cock would do. My
panties were already so soaked I could smell the heady aroma of
my cunt. Beneath the panties, my clit was erect and throbbing.
When Art walked through the door, he was already naked except for
his shirt, which he was pulling off as he walked in. His cock
was standing nearly straight up... rigid... iron hard with so
much precum leaking from the big, swollen purple head that it
formed a two-inch strand that was swinging back and forth. The
sight was enough to make any woman droll. It had me so wildly
hot, I couldn't resist yanking my bra down to expose both big
tits and my swollen, rock-hard nipples.
"Oh fucking shit! You're gorgeous. Get on the bed, Paula.
I've got to fuck you... NOW!"
Unsnapping my bra, I let it fall to the floor. Beside the bed,
I bent over with my ass facing Art, and pulled my panties over my
ass and then down my thighs. When I stepped out of them, I bent
way over as I crawled into the bed so he could see my ass and the
wet, swollen lips of my pussy peeking from between my thighs.
Rolling onto my back, I spread wide open and thrust my hips
upward to present my pussy. Art's cock jerked with lust as he
stared at my wet, open, and very ready hole.
"Get closer, Lover. Get really close so you can see how hot
and wet I am." He climbed onto the bed like a man dying of
thirst who is rushing toward a water fountain. "Get close, Stud.
Smell me. Can you smell how musky my cunt is for you? Come on.
You need my cunt and I need your big hard cock... NOW... Get on
me. Get in me, Baby. FUCK ME... HARD!"
Art grabbed my legs and pulled them high in the air. Then he
spread me and shoved my legs back toward my head to elevate my
cunt into perfect position for use... and use it he did! He was
too hot for subtle foreplay or gentle entry. He had thought
about nothing but the cruise for days without any pussy... now he
had mine. His first thrust buried his thick 7-inch cock deep
inside my soaked and gushing vagina.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhh.... big cock... fuck it innnnnnnnnnnn," I
squealed in feminine delight. "OOOHHhh shit.... give it to
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... fuck me... fuck it..."
I felt his hands move under my hips to hold me in position...
as he hammered his prick in and out of my cunt, his fingers
thrust into my ass.
"UUUGHGGHHHHHHHHH.... AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
"TAKE IT YOU HOT CUNTED BITCH!"
The hot fuck sounds of flesh on flesh, of cock pumping in and
out of cunt, of male grunting and growling, of female shrieks and
howls of pleasure filled the room. Again and again, Art's cock
filled me... rammed into my womb... and then retreated for
another hard plunge into my waiting cunt. There was no way he
could last... My vagina was already exploding in a series of
hard contractions when Art's body fell on me as his hips slammed
his cock deep inside my body.
"Gonna cum, Paula. Gonna shoot in you.... aaaahhhh ugh ugh
ugh... here it comes!!"
I felt his shaft swell, then jerk in a hard spasm as his
buttocks clenched hard beneath my hands. A thick stream of cum
shot into me... filling me.... and making me cum again. Again,
Art's cock jerked and throbbed. Another gush of semen and sperm
pumped into me. Then another and another until it was running
out of my hole, down my ass crack, and onto the bed sheet.
He collapsed on top of me as we held each other tightly... our
sex organs still deeply connected. My pussy slowly pulsed about
the semihard shaft causing it to jerk half in pain... half in
pleasure.
"That was so damn good, Paula. You are an incredible woman and
a luscious, hot fuck."
"You were terrific too, Art. I came three time in less than 10
minutes. You really fucked my ass into the bed."
"I get so hot thinking about the cruise, I stay hard most of
the time. With Tracy gone for four or five days, I was going
crazy."
"I could tell," I said with soft laugh and a smile. Art's cock
was still jerking inside my vagina.
"Tracy says both of you will probably be fucked four or five
times a day... every day. Do you think that's right or she just
saying that to turn me on? If so, it's really working, I can
tell you that."
"No, I don't think she's right. My guess is that we'll be laid
10 to 12 times a day or more." Instantly, I felt Art's cock
swell inside my pussy... then slowly start to move again.
"That can't be right. All the husbands will be dead in two
days. There's no way I could screw 10 to 12 women a day for six
days."
"Of course you can't. No man can. That's why they're booking
young single men on the cruise. To give the husbands some help
with all the horny women. They told us that there will probably
be two times as many single men as couples on the cruise. There
will also be some straight couples who are just going on a
Caribbean cruise."
Art's cock was now fully hard again. "All those single men are
going to be fucking you and Tracy?"
"Me, Tracy, and all the other wives." Art groaned and began
fucking me again.
"That really excites you to think about all those big-cocked,
virile, young studs fucking your wife, doesn�t it? Over and
over... making Tracy and me cum again and again."
"OOOOHhhhhhhh shit!! You hot dirty Bitch. I love it! Turn
over! Get on your hands and knees... head down... I want to
watch my cock sinking into your hot cunt."
Giggling with anticipation, I got in the position Art wanted,
put my head down on the bed, and arched my ass high. "Like this,
Honey?"
"Spread your knees wider, Paula. You�ve done this enough to
know how you should present your sexy cunt to a man!"
I felt my vagina contracting as I spread wider. Reaching
between my wide open thighs, I peeled the lips of my pussy apart
and exposed my turgid, erect clitoris. "Like this, Lover? Is
this the way you want me?" I teased. I could feel a small
trickle of Art�s previous cum load mixed with my juices sliding
sensuously down my thigh. The answer to my questions came in the
form of a steel-hard cock slamming into my open hole. I felt the
slick, thick shaft sliding between my fingers and driving deep
into my cunt. My vagina clamped down in a hard spasm as I had an
orgasm just from his forceful entry. Then... Art began fucking
me again.
"Where are they going to fuck... ugh! ugh! ugh!... fuck
you... uunnnnnnnnn.... you and Tracy? Oh fuck! You�re cunt is
fantastic... it�s throbbing like crazy.... AH! AH! AH!"
"In our cunts and asses.... aaaahhhhh... harder ... fuck it
harder.... uuugghhhhh!!"
"Ugh... UGHHH... UGGHHHH... No... I mean where on the ....
aahhhh... take it, Paula... take my cock up your hot
cunt....aaaaahhhh.... on the ship... where on the ship?"
"AAAHHHH... GAWD! Please... give it to me fast... I�m gonna
cum again."
"Where?" he demanded as he slowed his strokes and driving me
to desperation as I hovered on the brink of an intense orgasm.
"YOU BASTARD... FUCK ME! I�M ABOUT TO CUMMMMMMM! PLEASE!
FUCK IT!"
"Where?"
"Ooohhh fuck... in our staterooms... in .... aahhhhh... my
pussy�s throbbing so damn hard... I just need a few more
strokes.... in the playrooms... in their staterooms... now give
it to me... hard! fast! make me cum!"
The sexy bastard just continued to slowly push his cock in and
out of my convulsing pussy without giving me enough stimulation
to get me over the edge. I heard myself groaning and gasping in
my desperate need to cum.
"Tell me about the playrooms... then I�ll make you cum."
My hips were frantically thrusting my pussy back onto his cock,
but the dirty SOB held them steady preventing me from getting the
fucking I needed to cum. "Any woman in the playroom...
aaaahhhh... I need to cum.... please... when you needed it, I
spread for you... fuck me... please. I can�t even think I need
to cum so bad."
Art took pity on me. He flipped me over onto my back, socked
his hips deep into my saddle, and drove his sex spike hard into
my vagina. Every time his hips rammed forward, he pulled my hips
upward onto his driving cock causing it to thud with hard,
masculine authority into my womb.
"AAAHHHHHHH... UGHHH... YYESSSS... FUCK ITTTTTTTTT... FUCK IT
LIKE THAT... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH... I�M CUMMING... OOOHHH SHIT....
I�M CUMMINGG!!"
My sex hole exploded around Art�s cock... just detonated! My
head arched back, eyes clenched shut spastically as my mouth
opened wide in a gurgling scream. His cum load rocketed into my
cunt again and again. When he finally pulled out opening my
hole, his semen and my secretions spewed high into air in a
forceful geyser. He collapsed on top of my heaving body with
both of us gasping for breath. Neither of us moved for a long
time.
Eventually, I became aware of one of Art�s hands stroking and
cupping my breasts while the other was busy exploring my cunt, my
clitoris, and my hot hole that was still leaking. "Tell me about
the Playrooms, Paula," he whispered as his fingers danced lightly
over my sensitive clitoris. My hips arched of their own accord.
"All women in the playrooms are available... every hole. Men
don�t even have to ask the women for sex. If they�re in the
playroom, they�re probably naked or nearly naked and they are all
ready for sex. With three times as many swinging men as women,
any woman spending an hour or so in the a playroom is going to be
fucked at least a half dozen times or more. Are you going to let
Tracy go to the playrooms?"
"Oh hell yes! But she may not want to go... it may be a little
frightening for her."
I couldn�t suppress my laughter. �God... you men are so
incredibly naive.�
"You think Tracy will go?"
"Probably not more than twice a day or so. She�s told me that
she�s been masturbating with her vibrator during the day just
thinking about it."
I felt Art�s cock lurch against my side as it hardened. "Ohhhh
fuck! How many times do you think my wife will be fucked in the
playrooms during the cruise?"
"I don�t know."
"I know you don�t know. But how many times would you guess?"
"If she spends an hour to an hour and a half a day in the
playrooms, she�s going to get screwed 8 to 10 times... so let�s
estimate 9 times each day... six day cruise... your hot wife is
going to get fucked about 54 times in the playrooms. If she goes
to the playrooms twice a day, she's going to get it over a 100
times during the cruise."
Art�s cock was fully hard again. He pulled me on top of his
body. "Sit on my cock, Paula. Fuck on me while we talk."
Straddling his hips in reverse cowgirl position, I fitted the
big head into my hot grotto and sank down its throbbing length.
The cock skewered me easily and fully. When he was buried inside
my cunt, I leaned back against him. His hands captured my tits
as he began slowly pumping me again. We both thrilled when my
deep, excited moan filled the bedroom.
"Are you going to go to the playrooms, Paula?" he asked,
punctuating his question with a deep thrust into the bottom of my
pussy. With two big cum loads pooled deep inside my vagina and
my secretions flowing like a river, sensuous fuck sounds came
from between my thighs with every thrust.
"Every day... oohhhh... uunnnnnnmmmmmmmm... every day...
aaahhh... fuck harder, Honey... big cocks in mee.... yesss...
like that... screw me, Baby... screw me like all those studs are
going to screw Tracy and me in the playrooms."
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I didn�t arrive home that evening until almost 6 PM, which
irritated me no end as all I could think about the entire
afternoon was the cruise, my wife, and getting into her when I
got home. As soon as I saw my wife, I knew something was up.
She was dressed in a very short, very sexy, white dress that she
usually wore when we went out dancing.
"Are we going out tonight?" I asked, positive the answer must
be �yes�.
"No. I�m fixing your favorite dinner... roast beef with new
potatoes cooked in with the roast, fresh asparagus, a really nice
cabernet, and bread pudding for dessert. Sound good?"
"Hell yes! It sounds fantastic. But why the feast? Anything
special happening today?"
"No. I just felt like doing some thing nice for my sexy
husband."
"That�s great!" Pulling my wife into my arms, I kissed her and
then kissed her again, much more passionately the second time.
"Calm down, Honey. I don�t want the dinner getting cold while
you�re giving it to me in the bedroom for several hours."
"Ok... ok. I�ll wait, but it�s not going to be easy. All I�ve
been thinking about all day is you."
"About me? Or about the cruise?"
"Both. I can�t get either out of my mind. Do you need some
help?" When Paula shook her head, I said, "Ok. I�ll take a
quick shower ... it was a hard sweaty day at the plant. Do I
have 15 minutes?"
"Sure. Dinner won�t be ready for about a half hour. Take your
time, Darling."
Inside our bedroom, I removed the clothes I had worn to work,
hung up my pants and coat, and tossed the underwear and shirt
into the clothes hamper to be washed. I shaved and then turned
on the shower to let the water get warm. Ten minutes later, I
felt a world better except for the fact that there was no bath
towel hanging on the rack. I got one out of the linen cabinet,
and, in the process, noticed that the blue bed sheets that had
been there when I had showered that morning were missing.
As I toweled off, I kept thinking about those sheets. Paula
had already gotten up and was making breakfast before I had
finished in the bathroom. So I had made up the bed before going
to eat breakfast. I had not changed the sheets. After I was
dressed, I lifted the bedspread and found the missing blue bed
sheets. Paula had changed the sheets during the day.
Now, even though I�m sometimes slightly more dense than a rock,
I do have my moments of clarity. This was one of those moments.
"When does a woman change the sheets during the middle of the
day?" Interesting question, I thought. This question led to
another: "When does a woman decide to work for an hour and a
half making her husband�s favorite meal in the middle of the week
with nothing special happening?" Another interesting question.
While still working on those two questions, I went to the
clothes hamper and pulled out the shirt and underwear I had just
tossed inside. Beneath them was some clothes I had worn three
days before and beneath those was the blouse Paula had worn on
Sunday evening. That raised a third interesting question: "How
do clothes worn in the first part of the week end up on top of
clothes worn later in the week?" Maybe those clothes were
getting tired of being crushed on the bottom of the pile and just
worked their way to the top.
Question number four was easy to solve. "What�s on the bottom
of the pile?" Being an engineer, I decided to run an experiment
to find out. I removed the clothes on top and looked at what was
on the bottom. I didn�t rise to the rank of Chief Project
Engineer in charge of all engineering projects with the
corporation by being stupid. My experiment worked! On the
bottom of the clothes hamper were the sheets that were on the bed
that morning, but which were now in the clothes hamper.
In addition to the sheets, was a pair of Paula�s red panties.
Curious... since she had not worn red panties when she dressed
this morning. Removing the panties, it was obvious why they were
in the clothes hamper. They were badly soiled and needed to be
washed. Even though my chemistry isn�t all that great, it�s good
enough to recognize dried semen when I see it.
"I just have to face that fact that I�m a genius... an absolute
fucking genius! All four questions solved perfectly! No wonder
the firm pays me the big bucks!" I thought to myself.
I was smiling when I walked back into the dining room where my
loving, beautiful wife was setting the table for my fantastic
dinner. "You look like you feel much better, Darling. Sit down,
dinner�s ready."
"Did I tell you when I got home how gorgeous you look?" Paula
beamed with pleasure. "That was an egregious oversight. You do
look drop-dead beautiful and sexy. I�m a very, very lucky man...
a gorgeous, sensuous sexy woman who loves to fuck and who�s also
a great chef."
"And you�re right, I do feel much better. I just solved some
tough problems. All except one. Maybe you can help me with the
last one? Who fucked you this afternoon?"
About 99.9% of all the wives in the world would act shocked and
scream angry denials. Paula was not one of those.
"You are one smart, sexy stud, Darling. It was Art. He called
me around noon. Tracy has been out of town for three days and he
was climbing the walls from thinking about the cruise and what we
would be doing. He asked if he could come over for the
afternoon."
When I nodded my understanding, Paula said in a soft whisper,
"Am I in big trouble? I was going to tell you tonight when we
were in bed."
"Was Art good? Without any sex for three days, he must have
been a wild man. My guess is that you loved it... right?"
"Like I said, you are one smart, sexy stud, Darling. But you
didn�t answer me... is your slutty wife in big trouble?"
"Well, let�s see. You had a wonderful time all afternoon
taking care of Art�s big cock while I was working my ass off in
the plant. He was here about four hours... so I figure you�re in
about four hours worth of trouble. It�s now 6:30 PM. Until
10:30 PM, you�re going to have to do severe penitence as my sex
slave, you hot, sexy slut."
"Mmmmmmm.... does your sex slave have permission to kiss you
before she serves her master his dinner?"
"I think I will grant you that privilege, but don�t expect
little favors like this all the time."
The kiss lasted a good two minutes. The first minute was wild
and passionate with my wife�s tongue exploring every part of my
mouth. The second minute was warm, tender, and loving. As she
kissed me, I could hear her moaning very softly with pleasure.
She didn�t thrust her body against mine, but she did press
herself tightly against me. I loved every second of it.
When my wife finally moved away, she smiled, her eyes lowered,
and said, "Thank you, Master. I�m a very lucky woman."
When Paula had put the dinner on the table, I pulled out her
chair for her, but when she started to sit down, I stopped her.
"Wait! You should know that female slaves must have their tits
fully exposed before being permitted to eat."
Paula grinned and pulled the top of her dress down below her
tits. "I�m sorry, Master. I forgot. Is this satisfactory?"
"I think that�s more than satisfactory. You may sit down now."
Throughout dinner and for the rest of the night, my wife�s tits
remained fully exposed. I had never realized how erotic it would
be to eat a magnificent meal fully dressed while my wife had to
eat with both of her big tits exposed. I was hard as stone.
When we had finished dinner, Paula rose to bring the bread
pudding with rum sauce, my favorite dessert in the all the world.
As soon as she stood up, I stopped her again. "Why do I have to
remind my slave of all the rules over and over again. I would
have thought by this time, you would be able to remember that
when female slaves rise from the table after being permitted to
eat dinner, they must lift their dresses to their waist and lower
their panties. Don�t make me tell you again."
My wife licked her top lip with excitement. She was as turned
on as I was. "I�m sorry, Master. If you will please not punish
me with the whip, I promise never to forget again." As she said
it, she jerked her dress up to her waist and shoved her panties
down to mid-thigh.
"Very good. I will conduct a cunt inspection later to see that
you have properly cleaned it. Have you properly cleaned your
cunt, Slave?"
Now my wife blushed remembering how she had so carefully
cleaned her pussy of all the evidence of her afternoon of hot
sex. "Yes, Master. I have cleaned it carefully. I�m sure you
will be very satisfied with my pussy."
"With your what?" I demanded.
"I�m sorry, Master. I�m sure you will be very satisfied with
my cunt."
"Very well, let�s have the bread pudding. I can hardly wait.
I just love your bread pudding." Again, my wife beamed with
pleasure. When she had brought dessert, I gave my slave a terse
order: "Panties off, Slave, before you sit down to eat your
dessert." Her panties hit the floor a second later. She kicked
them off to the side and ate dessert with both tits out, her bare
ass on the chair, and her cunt leaking the juices of her
excitement.
After dinner, I went into the den and turned on the TV. "Come
over here, Slave. I wish to feel you as I watch TV. Make
certain your tits stay out and your dress up around your waist."
Paula sat down beside me on the couch and waited patiently like
a good slave should. I ignored her for almost an hour. After 30
minutes, she was squirming on the couch, her pussy now swollen
and wet with her desire. Occasionally, I would inspect her
nipples. They were big, swollen, and hard. After 45 minutes,
she was pressing her thighs together to put friction on her
pulsing clitoris.
"Stop that, Slave, or I shall have to whip you. You do not
have permission to pleasure yourself in that manner."
At the end of the first hour, she was breathing hard, almost
panting with need. I realized with both surprise and pleasure
that women have no experience at suppressing sexual need. Men
have to learn that at a very early age or end up in jail, but
since women can get sex anytime they wish, they don�t have this
ability. So, when sex is denied, they go wild with frustration
and lust. My wife was experiencing that for the first time. I
suddenly understood why women love to tease and flash and leave
men panting. It was a total blast!
"Move closer, Slave. Put your leg over mine so I can stroke
and feel your thigh and ass."
Paula scooted over immediately, threw her leg over mine, and
pressed her naked tits into my side. Obviously, she was hoping
to seduce me into giving her what she was desperate to have. For
the next 30 minutes, I watched TV hardly ever looking at my wife,
but my hand never stopped stroking her thigh and her ass. After
15 minutes, she was grinding herself against my leg.
"Stop that! Remain still!"
"Ooohhh god... please, Master. I�m so hot. Please use me
now," she begged.
"Good... very good. I like my female slaves to be in heat with
lust. I shall use you in my own good time. For the moment, I
wish to conduct my cunt inspection. Kneel on the couch, head
down, knees under you, ass high. And make certain you hold your
cunt open so I can conduct a proper inspection of your fuck
hole."
"Ooohhh god...," I heard my wife moan. When she knelt on the
couch, ass up, pussy open, I could see the wetness bubbling out
of her vagina. Her clit was swollen and protruding from its
protective hood. I was certain that just a few strokes of my
tongue would make it explode.
I kept her in that position for another ten minutes or so. She
was unable to keep her ass still. Twice I had to swat her hand
away from her pulsing clit. She was now moaning continuously.
She would stand it as long as possible and then beg me to use
her. After ten minutes, she was quivering with desire.
"You ass and cunt from that angle appear to be clean. Get on
your back, Slave. Legs up, knees bent... you know the position,
Slave... female fucking position. NOW!"
Thinking that I was finally going to fuck her, Paula rushed to
get into position. Once on her back, she lifted her legs, bent
her knees, and spread wide open. Her cunt was swollen and wet,
partly from the intense frustration of the last two hours and
partly from the hours of hard fucking Art had given it earlier in
the day. After a minute, Paula�s hand dived between her thighs
and she rammed her middle finger into her throbbing cunt.
"Take your finger out of your cunt, Slave. NOW! Take it out.
She moaned when she pulled it out. I removed my belt. �Hold
your legs back with both hands. Elevate you ass for your
punishment, Slave."
She pulled her legs back. When she did it, I saw her vagina
contract with need and anticipation of being penetrated... as it
always did when Paula pulled her legs back like she had them now.
But this time, instead of a hard cock sliding into her cunt, a
belt smacked her sharply across her shapely ass.
"UUNNGGHHH!" she wailed with the sting of the belt. I only
hit her once. The purpose was to excite not to hurt. After one
stroke, her vagina was opening and closing steadily.
"Sit up, Slave." Immediately, Paula sat up on the couch, her
eyes pleading with me to fuck her ... to let her cum.
"I�m going to stroke your cunt now, Slave. You will not cum
until I give you permission. Understand?"
She nodded eagerly and opened her legs as wide as she could. I
slowly removed my own clothes as she watched, her eyes locked
onto my rigid, iron-hard, 8-inch cock. "Please, Master. Fuck me
with your big cock... oohhhh god... it�s just beautiful."
"Really? You think this is beautiful?" I fisted my cock and
held it close to her face. She licked her top lip and groaned,
"Yesssss.... it�s gorgeous... sooo big... sooo hard... sooo
thick... please... please."
"But it�s not as beautiful as the one that fucked you all
afternoon is it?"
"Oohhh yess... you�re bigger... much bigger... longer... much
thicker... bigger head... more powerful... harder...so damn
hard... please... I want it... Please fuck me with it. I can�t
stand this any longer."
"You really think it�s gorgeous and big, huh? Then, SUCK IT!"
I sat down on the couch and my wife rammed her mouth down my
shaft as soon as I was settled. Again and again, she forced my
cock all the way into her throat. She gagged, but she continued
to suck like she was possessed by a suck demon. As she sucked,
her groaning never ceased. Her thighs pressed together in a
desperate effort to bring herself off, but she knew I was
watching and was afraid of getting whipped again.
Finally, I pulled my cock out of her mouth as she looked up at
me, pleading with her eyes. "It�s 10:30 PM now, Honey. Your
slavery is over. Would you like for me to suck your hot cunt and
then fuck you?"
"Oh god YES! I haven�t been so damn hot ever. I thought Art
had me hot.... shit... he�s a boy compared to you, Honey. Do it
to me!!!"
I shoved my wife onto to her back, spread her legs, pressed my
head between her gaping thighs and licked up the entire length of
her throbbing sex trench. She came instantly and continued to
throb and cum with wild shrieks and cries as my tongue stroked
her clitoris and drove in and out of her cunt. She held my head
pressed hard against her cunt... grunting and howling like a
tigress in heat. Her pussy squirted juices all over my face and
the couch... throbbing and pulsing continuously.
Finally, she began to beat on my back... begging me to stop.
"Enough.. enough... I need to be fucked... please... take me to
bed. Fuck me, Darling. Show your dirty slut wife how a real man
fucks a woman."
Thirty minutes later in our bed, Paula's cunt exploded for the
fourth time around my plunging cock. When I could hold it no
longer, I pumped two huge streams of cum deep inside her cunt and
then pulled and drenched her with the rest of the load.
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A few days after Tracy returned from her visit with her mother,
we were having lunch together.
"Art told me that he fucked you while I was at my mother�s.
Was Gordon furious?"
"He was a little upset the first time Art fucked me... not
afterwards."
"How many times did he fuck you?"
"Three."
"Only three times? I�m surprised. I would have thought he
would have been so hot for sex that he would have banged you more
than that."
"Oh! You mean how many times did he fuck me when he came over.
I thought you meant how many different days did he come over for
sex. The first day he came over, I think he fucked me four
times."
"You hot Slutty Bitch... you fucked my husband every day I was
gone!"
"I did not! I wouldn�t do that to my best friend. Your
husband didn�t call me the first two days you were gone."
"You know I�m going to fuck Gordon�s balls off to get even,
don�t you?"
"I�m pretty certain that that�s what he�s hoping for."
After we managed to stop laughing, Tracy said, "By the way, I
made our appointments at the clinic for our blood tests. I made
them over the noon hour so Gordon and Art could get away from
work. They promise 24 hour turnaround. So, our lab reports will
be within the five-day window required by the cruise line. Be
certain to remember to remind Gordon."
"I will. Want to make a small bet?"
"On what?"
"On which of us gets fucked first on the cruise... our husbands
don�t count."
"What stakes do you suggest?" Tracy wanted to know.
"The loser has to enter the amateur strip contest at Richard�s
Club on Monday night and strip all the way while her husband
picks up the bar and dinner tabs for all of us."
"And after the loser is naked and humping her ass right there
in front of all those men, what happens if one or two of them
want a date in the parking lot or in one of the back rooms?"
"I don�t know... but my guess is that the naked loser will be
very, very thoroughly fucked before we leave the club."
"You really are a hot slut, Paula. How are we going to
determine the winner unless we�re together?"
"Easy. We keep our cell phones with us. When the first guy
puts his cock into my pussy, I�ll tell him about the bet and have
him call you. Unless, you�ve already had your first fucker call
me."
"Ok. That�s really hot. I�m already getting wet just thinking
about it. What if our husband�s don�t like the idea?"
"Then, we�ll just have to explain the situation and make them
an offer they can�t refuse."
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Departure:
The day before disembarkation on the curise, the two couples
were in the Hilton hotel in Miami where the ship awaited their
arrival the following morning.
"What are you going to wear when we go on board?" Tracy asked
Paula.
"Nothing special. Just some jeans and a sweater. If anything
is happening, I can change in our stateroom. How about you?"
"I've got a pair of slacks and a nice matching blouse I thought
I would wear. Have you given Gordon his wrist band?"
"Yeah. A couple of days ago, and I checked to make certain he
brought it with him on the trip. Does Art has his?"
"He does. And I've got mine, and I have no doubt that you have
yours. What do they do if someone loses theirs or forgets to
bring it?"
"They have to go to the Pursar's office and sign all the papers
again, provide proof that they're at least 25 years old, and
either have their health certificates or take the blood tests
again. It's a real pain so we don't want to lose or forget those
wrist bands."
"Do we know what percentage of the passengers will be wearing
wrist bands, Paula?"
"No. At least I don't know. Have you told Art about our plans
for the sleeping arrangements?"
"No, I thought we agreed to surprise them."
"We did. I just wanted to be certain that you remembered."
-----------------------------------
When the bellhops arrived in the morning, Art and I were still
waiting on our wives to show up. Neither of us was surprised.
We helped the bellhops load our luggage onto the two transports
and told them to take every thing to the lobby and that we would
join them as soon as our wives showed up. They both nodded,
fully understanding that men always have to wait for women to get
ready.
We weren't surprised when we had to wait, but we were surprised
when our wives finally arrived. Paula was wearing a baggy sweat
shirt and jeans, and Tracy didn't look much better in her
losse-fitting house dress with its high neckline and hem that
came to her knees. Art and I stared at our wives, almost in
shock.
"What's the matter with you guys?" Tracy asked. "You both look
like you just learned the stock market has collapsed."
"No.. no. We're fine. Just a little surprised," I responded.
"At what?" my wife persisted.
"Well, at what the two of you are wearing. We both sort of
expected something more... eh... more erotic... I mean
considering the nature of the cruise and all," I finished lamely.
"Are you saying you expected your wives to board the ship
looking like cheap $5 hookers?" Tracy demanded.
Now it was Art with his feet in the fire. "No... no... not at
all! We just thought... maybe a little more... maybe something
in between what you're wearing and the $5 hooker look," he
finally managed to blurt out.
"Well... take it or leave it. Do you guys want to call it off
or take us to the ship? This is what we decided to wear. I
thought Tracy was going to wear slacks, but she picked the house
dress instead. What's the big problem?"
We both spoke at once: "Nothing.No problem.Nothing.We're
cool.Yeah.Cool.Let's go.We're ready.Come on," as our two voices
all blended together. Both women started laughing.
Boarding turned out to be fairly efficient considering the
number of passengers boarding. There were at least two dozen
agents checking boarding passes, passports, health certificates
and wrist bands for the swinging group. Paula and I were in one
line while Art and Tracy were right beside us in a second line.
When we were about halfway to the desk, Tracy excused herself to
go to the ladies room.
Although excited by the prospect of the erotic cruise, Art and
I were bored with the tedious waiting in line. When Tracy
returned from the ladies room, we were no longer bored. Her
frumpy housedress was gone... probably into the trash can. In
its place was a tight-fitting, white mini-skirt that ended high
on her bare thighs. Above the mini-skirt, she wore a black
blouse whose top button was right at her belly button. The
entire top of the blouse gaped wide open exposing all of the
inner half of both of her big tits. The blouse just barely
covered her nipples. She wore a pair of black sandals with
four-inch heels.
When she took her place in the line, neither Art nor I could
take our eyes off her the luscious woman. The man behind her,
who had previously ignored her entirely, immediately opened a
conversation.
"Good God, Woman! You look awesome! And I see that you're
wearing a red wrist band. So am I. How about we tour the ship
together once we're on board?" he asked hopefully. I could see
that he was already partially erect.
"That sounds delightful, but I'm really more interested in your
stateroom than in the ship right now," Tracy cooed. My husband
can take our bags to our stateroom while we explore yours."
After that, they began to whisper, and we couldn't hear what
was being said although we all could make good guesses. I turned
to say something to my wife, but stopped with my mouth open. She
looked like she was about to explode with rage.
"That worthless, lying, dirty Slut," she hissed with venom.
Shocked, I asked, "What's the matter? Why are you so angry?"
Turning to me, she growled, "We have a bet and that miserable
bitch lied to me to try to win it."
"What bet? You didn't tell me anything about a bet."
"So what," she hissed at me. "I don't always tell you every
thing."
I had enough sense to stop asking my furious wife any more
questions. It was much more fun to watch Tracy anyway. The man
behind her now had his hand on her leg where it was slowly moving
over her inner thigh. He whispered something in Tracy's ear
which brought a big grin. As they passed a couch, she squatted
beside the couch, pulled the blouse aside enough to expose one of
her breasts, and spread her knees wide. The position caused her
short skirt to ride up high on her thighs exposing her crotch and
black panties. She smiled broadly, I heard her say to the man,
"See. I told you I was wearing panties."
Several other men besides me and some of the women were all
enjoying the show... everyone, that is, except my wife who looked
ready to kill. "Just look at that lying whore! Hold my place in
line, Gordon. I'll be back in a moment." With that
pronouncement, she stormed off in the direction of the ladies
room.
Art looked at me with the obvious question on his face. I
shrugged and turned my hands palms up. Neither of us had a clue
as to what in the hell was happening.
Almost at the same time, Art and I saw my wife sauntering
across the room swinging her hips. Over a dozen other men also
saw her. The sweat shirt and jeans were gone. She now wore
nothing but a black halter that covered only a little more than
half of her tits and a black, micro-micro-mini skirt. Both the
halter and the skirt were transparent, thin black material.
Although the halter did cover half of Paula's tits, her nipples
were clearly visible through the material. The skirt was also
transparent, but in her only consideration for her modesty, she
was wearing an opaque black thong. Her legs were bare above the
hot CFM heels. With her body totally naked from just below her
tits down to what would have been the top of her pubic hair if
she were not shaved, her lower chest, belly, and abdomen were on
display.
Before she had taken her place beside me in line, three men had
already spoken to her, and two of them had taken the opportunity
to caress her naked ass cheeks. The third had not taken his eyes
off her nipples when he spoke to her.
"Where did that outfit come from?" I gasped when she beside me.
My wife smiled warmly at me this time, as my erection made it
obvious how much I liked what I saw. "I had it on underneath the
jeans and sweat shirt."
"Oh? I thought you had told Tracy you were just going to wear
the jeans and sweat shirt?"
"I did. I lied."
"Then why are you so angry at Tracy?"
"Because, Darling, she beat me to the punch, so to speak. I
was going to wait until I was on board ship before taking off the
the sweat shirt and jeans. And she's already got a man in tow.
If I don't do something, she's going to win our bet."
"What bet?"
"Figure it out, Darling. You're an astute, brilliant engineer
who solves difficult problems."
"I know, but none of them are as difficult as trying to figure
out women."
When we reached the head of the line, the clerk couldn't take
his eyes off my wife's tits. The clerk waiting on Art and Tracy
also had his eyes locked onto Tracy's big tits while the man
standing behind her had his hand beneath her short skirt working
on either her ass or pussy... or both."
Seeing that, Paula fumed. When we had to sign some papers, she
bent over at the waist and thrust her bare ass back against the
man standing behind her in the line. Working up his courage, he
risked putting his hand on my wife's ass while keeping his eye on
me. When Paula pressed her butt back against his hand and
squirmed against him, his courage surged and I thought his hand
was now moving between her thighs. My wife's response confirmed
my suspicions:
"aaahhhh... mmmmmmm..."
"What's wrong?" I whispered, knowing the answer before I asked
but wanting to hear her response.
"He's playing with me," Darling," she whispered back.
"Where?"
"My pussy."
"How?"
"Under my thong."
"On it?"
"Yes."
"In it?"
"Mmmmmm... not yet."
"I'm surprised."
"ooohhhh.."
"What?"
"He's in me."
"On your clit?"
"Yessss," she hissed.
"Deep?"
"Mmmmmmm..."
I saw her hips grinding against the hand. "Are you going to
fuck him?"
"Do you mind?"
"That's what the cruise is all about isn't it?"
"Yessssssss.... ooohhhh."
"Will you win the bet?"
"aaahhhhhh... hope so. Go to the bar or something after we're
on the ship. Let us use the stateroom... Ok?"
"Whatever you say, Darling. Whatever you say."
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As I unlocked our statement door, I turned to the dark-haired
man behind me who was still rubbing my ass. "What's your name,
Lover? I at least ought to know who's going to be fucking me
before I spread my legs."
"My name's Damon, Damon Hargrave, but you're going to have to
change that requirement, Paula, before this cruise is over?"
"Why?" I asked as the door to our statement opened.
"If you visit the Playrooms, the men aren't going to bother to
introduce themselves before getting into you, Honey."
"MMmmmmm... I guess I will have to chance my requirements then.
Come on, Damon. Fuck me! Do it right now!" I urged not
certain how far along Tracy was with her guy.
Damon started removing his clothes, and I was delighted to see
the size of his cock. It wasn't as big as Gordon's but it was
plenty big enough to make me cum. "Lose the skirt and thong,
Baby. Pull off that halter. I want to see what I'm going to be
fucking, Honey."
I hurried to strip. When every thing was off except my heels
and my blouse, which was halfway down my arms, I thrust my tits
forward, put my hand on my hips, and arched my ass provocatively.
"Like what you see, Damon? Think I'm worth fucking?"
That was a mistake. I should have just gotten on the bed and
spread my legs. Once I asked the question, he said, "I'm not
sure yet. Get on the bench... bend over and show me your hot ass
and cunt, Baby."
"I'm hot... really hot for your big cock, Honey. Just fuck me.
I can't wait."
It was no use. He was going to make me show him my ass and
cunt before he was going to give me his cock. "In due time,
Honey. All in due time. Bend over... show me that hot cunt."
I mounted the bench and hurried to bend over. I even reached
back between my thighs and opened my pussy to turn Damon on
enough to entice him to start fucking me.
"Damn. You are incredible, Paula. I can't even imagine how
many times you're going to be fucked on this cruise. Every man
aboard is going to want you."
"Well, you've got me. Fuck me! Stick it in my hot cunt,
Damon. Please. Give it to me!" I begged in my most seductive
voice.
"Get me wet first, Paula. Suck my cock."
He didn't even wait for my answer. I felt his hands on my
shoulders pulling me into position to shove his cock into my
mouth. When I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck me first, he
shoved his rod into my mouth before I could even get a word out.
With no other choice, I began sucking him. He was not quite
seven inches, so it would have been easy to take him all the way
to balls, but I knew if I did that, he would want to cum down my
throat. So I pretended that I couldn't take the whole thing by
putting my hand around his shaft and only sucking the first three
inches.
"MMMmmmm... hot mouth... but I want your cunt. How do you want
it, Paula?"
"Doggy... love doggy. Give it to me like a bitch in heat,
Damon."
Dragging my mouth off his cock, I turned onto my knees and
thrust my ass toward him, lowering my head, and spreading my
knees enough to make it easy for him to fuck it into me. His
hands spread my ass cheeks.
"Are you ready for cock, you hot Cunt? "
"Oohhhh hell YES! Fuck that hard cock into me, Damon. Give me
all of it. I'm so wet and hot...just pound me, Stud. Hard and
Deep!"
My cell phone rang.
"OH SHIT!" I yelled.
"Forget it. Just turn it off," Damon advised.
"I can't. I have to answer it. It wouldn't be fair not to
answer."
"Fair to whom? Why?"
"Never mind. Hand me my phone. It's on the bed."
"Hello!"
"Is this Paula?" came an unfamiliar male voice.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"It's Jack. I'm the guy fucking your friend Tracy. She's on
her back, legs up in air, and I'm nailing her cunt right now.
She said I had to call and tell you as soon as put it in her
cunt."
"Shit!"
Then, I heard Tracy's voice. "AAAaahhhhhhhhh... he's in me,
Paula. He's big and hard and he's fucking me with it right
now....aaahhhhh... damn... big hot stud. Give it to me, Jack.
Fuck my hot cunt, Baby. Hard!" See you later, Paula. You
lose... Gawd... he's fucking the shit out of meeeeeeeeeeeee!!"
The line went dead.
As soon as I shut the cell phone, Daman rammed into me like a
jack hammer. Too late. But I came twice... like a hot whore
anyway.
------------------------------
As prearranged, we met the guys outside the bar after Jack and
Damon had finished fucking us.
"Hi. Are you guys looking for a couple of hot ladies?" I
asked with a grin as Tracy and I walked up.
"No... not really," my husband responded. "However, we are
looking for two hot sluts who are supposed to meet us for
dinner."
"Won't we do?" asked Tracy.
"I suppose, but we were hoping for sluts and not ladies."
Tracy nodded. "We'll do our best, Honey."
"Good. The dining room doesn't open for dinner until 7 PM.
Let's go check out our staterooms. I'm really curious to see
what they look like," Gordon said.
The four of us walked down the hallway of Deck 6 where the
suites were located. Tracy led the way to the adjoining suites
1165 and 1167. When we entered, the men were pleased to find the
accommodations exactly as the photographs advertised.
"Which one is ours, Paula?" my husband asked.
"Both. Tracy and I have decided to leave the connecting doors
between the suites permanently open. That way we all have twice
as much space and we have two bathrooms. Plus... we can play
musical beds at night. Sound like fun, Guys?"
"It sounds great! Art said immediately, and my husband nodded
his agreement.
"It does sound very erotic. Which closet do I use for my
clothes"? Gordon asked.
"Put your clothes in 1167 with Tracy's. Art can put his in
here where I have my clothes."
"Why?"
"Because, we think it's a lot hotter and more erotic that way,
Darling. Now take a shower if you like and get dressed for
dinner. After dinner, we're going to the "Wife Inspection Party"
in Playrooms A and B at 9 PM."
"Wife Inspection Party? What's that?" Art asked.
"The wives can't wear more than bra, panties, stockings, and
heels at the start. We each have name tags with room numbers on
them for the men to put in their little black books, if they're
interested. Every time the Master of Ceremonies rings the bell,
the women have to take something off."
"Is it sort of a strip contest?" Gordon wanted to know.
"No. No contest," Tracy said. "Just an inspection party.
After all, how can you guys decide whether you want to add a
wife's name and room number to your black book unless you see all
of her?"
The men nodded, and my husband said, "So, it's just a 'look but
don't touch' type of inspection?"
"Well, it's 'don't touch' at the party, but the party ends
officially at 10:30 PM."
------------------------------
We finished dinner at 8:30 PM, and Art suggested that we head
for Playrooms A and B, but my wife said, "You guys go ahead. Get
a good seat. Tracy and I have to get ready. We'll see you
there."
We arrived at the front doors to Playrooms A and B at 8:35 PM,
but were not allowed to enter. The crewmen manning the doors
informed us and quite a few other men that none of the men were
allowed entry until 9 PM. To speed things up, however, they did
check our wrist bands and stateroom keys in advance. If every
thing was in order, the crew chief stamped the back of our hands.
Having passed inspection, there was nothing for Art and I to do
but wait until 9 PM. To pass the time, we chatted with some of
the other men who were waiting. I estimated that there were
about twice as many single men as married ones. It was also
obvious that the large majority of the single men were between 25
and 30 whereas the husbands varied all the way from 25 or so up
to one man who was in his late 40's.
Promptly at 9 PM, we were admitted to the Playrooms and given
the black book my wife had mentioned. I was immediately
surprised by the size of the rooms. Both were very large with
several connecting doors between them. The entire floor area was
filled with tables, desks, couches, and a few single beds. There
was enough space to walk between them, but that was all. The
most surprising thing was the fact that almost every table and
desk and absolutely every couch and bed was occupied by a woman
wearing only bra, panties, stockings, and heels. And everyone of
them were posing in a provocative, erotic pose. Each table,
desk, couch, or bed contained a placard giving the woman's first
name and her stateroom number, which was also the room's phone
number. The same information was contained in our black books.
One blond woman on a couch winked at me... so naturally, I
moved closer and watched. The card said her name was Louise and
that she was in stateroom 1022. She looked hot in her blue
teddy, G-string and dark stockings. As I watched, she licked her
lips and thrust her pelvis at me. I got hard. She saw my bulge
growing and humped her ass even harder.
A bell rang after a minute, and Louise promptly pulled down her
teddy. She bent over letting her nice tits hang. She continued
to thrust her ass so they swung erotically... back and forth.
Two other men were now watching, and she favored them with
smiles.
After another minute, the bell rang again. This time Louise
unzipped her teddy and dropped it to the couch. Next, she
quickly stripped off her G-string, sat on the couch and pulled
her legs high in the air, spreading wide to let all of us see her
hot, wet cunt. Her thrusting now changed to hot fuck motions
until the bell rang again. She winked at all of us as she put
her outfit back on and posed like that for the next group of men.
I made a note beside her name in my black book. She winked at
me again when she saw me doing this.
Leaning closer, I whispered, "I want you. You have me so hard
it hurts."
"Call me at 11 PM," she replied, again licking her top lip.
All of us who had been watching Louise with open lust moved on
to other tables to see the other women. A short distance away on
a black couch, I saw a hot-looking brunette bent over exposing a
luscious looking ass with a tiny thong pulled deep into her
crack. The sign said her name was Melba in stateroom 918. Her
ass humped continuously until the bell rang.
Watching Melba pulling down her teddy to expose her tits and
yanking off her thong got me hard again. Four other men besides
me were watching the hot slut, and like me, were making notes
beside her name in our black books. She didn't wink at me like
Louise did, but she did thrust her ass high in the air and
present her naked cunt just a foot away from my face.
A couple of tables away, I saw Tracy wearing just black bra,
bikini panties, stockings, and heels. Even though her bra and
panties covered more of her body than what most of the other
women were wearing, there were still three men checking her out.
When the bell rang and she pulled off her bra revealing her 38DD
tits, that number grew to five and everyone of them were making
notes in their black books. When she lay back on the bed and
opened her thighs so that her panty-covered cunt was on display,
five grew to seven.
After a minute, the bell rang and Tracy jerked off her panties.
She reclined on the bed, lifted her legs and spread wide open.
Eight men surrounded the bed. Her hand moved between her thighs
and opened her cunt, and in response, eleven men were now pushing
to get a spot that allowed them see straight into her wide open
cunt. Notes were being made in black books, and several of the
men were speaking to Tracy suggesting sex later tonight and
tomorrow.
At the next sound of the bell, Tracy again put on her panties
and bra to await the arrival of more of the men. Seated on a bed
against the wall, I saw a luscious, exotic woman with a drop-dead
gorgeous face, huge tits, and a fantastic body. She seemed to be
of Indian descent.
She was sitting with her legs crossed shielding her core. With
her awesome beauty, she knew she had no need to spread her legs
to attract male attention. Her legs alone got me hard again.
When the bell rang, she removed her bra revealing hard, erect,
perfect 36D tits. Her brown areolas surrounded hard, erect, and
perfect nipples. I was standing to her side unable to tear my
eyes away.
Her eyes dropped to my crotch where my erection was obvious.
She smiled in appreciation and mouthed the word "Big". I smiled
back. She didn't wait for the next bell to remove her thong.
With her thong off, she turned to face me, leaned back on the
bed, and spread her legs. The sheen of her wet, shaved cunt was
obvious. I mouthed the word, "Beautiful". She smiled at me
again and pulled her left leg into the air at the same time as
she spread her pussy lips. My erection surged, tenting my pants.
Her eyes opened wide and she mouthed the words, "Really Big".
I moved closed and whispered. "I'm Gordon, and you're awesome.
I want you."
She licked her lips in response and whispered back, "I'm Maria
and I want that... in here." She pulled her pussy open even
further.
"When, Maria?"
"I have dates tonight. Call me tomorrow, Gordon. Please."
I nodded as several more men pushed me aside in a frantic
effort to see Maria's luscious cunt. Graciously, I move aside to
give them the exquisite pleasure.
I wandered around looking for my wife without any success.
Finally, I noticed a large crowd of men surrounding a desk. All
I could see of the woman who was attracting the crowd was her
blond hair. That was all the clue I needed.
I had to wait until the next sequence to get close enough to
see my wife. When I did, she was seated on top of the desk
wearing a red bra and panties. Her dark stockings looked
incredibly sexy against her blonde hair. The six-inch, black,
fuck-me heels she wore added to her aura of sensuality.
This aura increased several notches when the bell rang and
Paula removed her bra revealing her big, firm 36DD tits. Her
nipples were hard and erect. More men crowded around the desk.
My wife stood up and pulled her panties deep into her cunt slit,
her wet, swollen lips encasing the crotch band of her panties.
It was even more erotic than if she had removed her panties.
Every man got hard... even me, and I had seen and fucked her hot
cunt thousands of times.
When my wife stripped off her panties at the bell to allow the
men to see her hot hole that flanged open naturally, several men
asked for dates. I heard her giving them possible times to call
to set up meetings.
Their requests grew when she sat in the desk chair and put one
leg over the chair arm to give all the randy studs a good view of
her cunt. One of the men called out, "Let's see your ass, Honey.
Is it as hot as your cunt?"
My wife mounted the desk again on her knees. Then, she turned
her ass toward the men, lowered her head to the desk top, and
reached between her gaping thighs to open up her hot hole. I
felt like taking out my cock and jacking off. I'm sure most of
the men felt the same way.
I spent the next half hour circulating around the two rooms.
The tables, desks, couches, and beds were all filled with
hot-looking women. As the time approached 10:30, the end of the
party, they all seemed to be spreading wider and showing more of
their cunts. During the last 20 minutes, the MC announced that
there would be no more bells and the women could pose any way
they wished. Without exception, they all spread wide open and
exhibited their cunts and asses to the panting men. I had never
seen so many pussies that I wanted to fuck in such a short time
as that last half hour. My cock was throbbing thinking about the
fact that during the cruise, I was probably going to fuck many of
them... maybe most of them... and in my dreams... all of them.
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Evening Fun:
While I waited for 11 PM to arrive, I went up to deck 11 and
had a cup of coffee and a piece of French silk pie. I figured
the extra energy might come in handy. At straight up 11 PM, I
called Louise's room.
Her voice dripped sex when she answered on the first ring,
"Hello... anything I can do for you, Honey?"
"I'm sure you can do a lot for me, Louise. This is Gordon.
Are you available?"
"I'm a lot more than available, Honey. I'm wet and ready. You
have my stateroom number, right?"
"1022?"
"That's it. One thing... my husband likes to watch. Is that
going to be a problem?"
"Not for me. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."
Louise was already naked when she opened the door. "Damn! You
look incredibly delicious," I said softly.
"Good enough to eat, Honey."
"Just wait until I get these clothes off and I'll give you a
demonstration."
"Oh yesss!" she squealed with excitement. "Hurry, Baby. Get
naked."
As I stripped off, I notice an already naked man sitting in a
chair in the corner. His cock appeared to be of average size,
and it was already hard. His hand slowly stroked the shaft.
"Don't mind him, Honey. That's Mel, my hubby. He's part of
the furniture."
As soon as I was naked, the gorgeous blonde moved into my arms,
pressed her body against me as our lips crushed together. Mel
jacked his cock a little faster.
Breaking the kiss, I scooped Louise up in my arms, kissed her
again as my fingers pressed between her thighs and into her sex.
Her body was trembling before I ended the kiss and carried her to
the bed. My fingers were soaked as they slipped out of her when
I lowered her to the bed.
"Lift your hips, Louise," I said softly.
She pressed her feet into the mattress and lifted her ass a
foot off the bed. A moment later I had two pillows beneath her
hips elevating her pussy into perfect position. Louise was now
groaning with excitement.
I started at her tits... licking and sucking one nipple and
then the other... over and over until both nipples were swollen
and rigid and her hips were thrusting into the air.
"Oooohh... that feels so good... do me more, Darling... more."
She hissed with feminine pleasure as the soft tongue roamed
over the large globes eventually reaching her nipples. I sucked
them into my mouth, nipped at them with my teeth, and lashed them
with my tongue. Her hissing moans of pleasure changed to excited
squeals.
"OOhh.. ooohh... oohhh... He's driving me crazy, Mel. Watch
the way he works on meeeeeeeeee... aaaahhhhhhh," she gasped.
Eventually, my tongue moved downward to her belly. When every
inch had been covered and I was doing her a second time, her
belly muscles knotted into hard rolls and a small steam of juices
seeped from her pulsing vaginal hole.
Louise's hips were now thrashing on the pillows. Mel had moved
his chair closer to the bed. I could hear his masculine groans
mixing with the higher-pitched whines his wife was making. When I
moved my head between her thighs, her pelvis pumped up and down
in the air in hot fuck motions. Her pussy gaped open, soaked and
ready.
Sliding my tongue up and down the length of her sex trench
brought soft moans of pleasure from Louise. When I moved to her
clitoris, she sucked in her breath and thrust her pelvis off the
bed. It only took a few minutes to bring her to an intense
orgasm that convulsed her cunt.
"AAAaaahhhh... god. That's so good. Watch him, Melvin. See
how he's bringing me off. Watch so you can make me cum like he's
doing. OOOoohhh... yesss.. More. MORE!"
When Louise came a second time, Mel screamed right along with
her as his load arched high in the air and fell in a half dozen
blobs all over his chest.
"Ooohhhh ... please... please... Don't stop. Make me cum
again," Mel's wife begged, her hands pulled my face deep into the
folds of her throbbing cunt.
It took me longer to make her cum a third time. This time, her
ass and legs fell to the bed as she gasped, her chest heaving to
suck oxygen into her lungs.
I lowered my body to hers and said, "I'm going to fuck you now,
Louise. Her mouth opened and emitted a low moan as her hips
thrust upward... waiting.
When I entered her, she sighed deeply and began moving her
hips. Pushing deeper into her tunnel, she grunted and began
flicking her tongue over her top lip. After a short time to let
her pussy accommodate to my thickness and length, I began a
steady stroking motion in and out of her cunt. Louise gasped
each time she felt my cock thud with authority into the bottom of
her vagina.
Her moans increased in frequency and pitch when I moved higher
and kept the shaft of my cock in contact with the underside of
her clitoris and G-spot. Each time I was fully buried inside her
cunt, I ground my pubic bone hard against her engorged, erect
clitoris.
She was a soft moaner rather than a loud screaming fuck, but
the expression of intense pleasure on her face let me know that
she loved the way she was being fucked. When she had her fourth
orgasm around my cock, she hissed at her husband, "Get on the
bed, Mel. Watch how he keeps his cock on my clit... watch how
high he rides me... good...sooo good. Watch, so you can fuck me
the way Gordon's fucking me!"
Her words made my prick throb inside her channel. That caused
her eyes to fly open and grin cross her face... "MMmmmmm... I
think you like fucking my hot pussy, Honey. I can feel your big
cock throbbing and jerking inside me... aaahhh... mmmmmm... I'm
about to cum again. Shoot in me so we can cum together."
A minute later, we were both gasping as my cock spewed thick
streams of cum deep inside her pussy as it erupted in hard spasms
around my shaft. As the last gush of semen fired into his wife,
Mel grunted sas his second load pumped into the empty air.
Before Louise would let me leave, she sucked me to another
erection and then mounted my renewed erection. I held her hips
as she rammed her pussy up and down my shaft until she had cum a
fifth time. Even when her orgasm ebbed, her hips continued to
grind on me. I was getting close again, and she knew it.
"I want you to cum in my ass this time," she hissed.
"Then get your sexy ass on it, Baby."
She raised up and tried to get it into her back passage without
success since neither of us could see. "Help me, Honey," she
said to her husband. "Put Gordon's big cock in my ass."
It was a weird and erotic sensation for me to feel her husband
grasp my throbbing cock and fit it into his wife asshole. As
soon as he had it seated, she rammed her butt downward and
impaled herself on my rod.
She was tight... really tight. I knew I wasn't going to last
much longer in her ass. I told her that, and she whispered.
"I'm ready, Lover. Don't hold it... hose my hot ass, Honey...
SHOOT IT IN!"
I did.
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When I let myself into my stateroom that evening, I discovered
that it was 'standing room only'. Two men I had seen crowded
around Tracy at the party earlier that evening were now occupying
her bed with her in the middle. The three bodies were a tangle
of arms and legs as both men were fucking Art's wife with a
series of hard, determined strokes, one cock in her ass, the
other in her cunt.
Since there was no room for me in the bed, and I was really
tired, I decided to try Paula's statement. The connecting doors
were open so entry was no problem. There was no sign of Art, who
must still be enjoying the charms of one of the women he met at
the party. However, my wife was not lonely. Like Tracy, two men
were busy fucking her. The only difference was that they were
still taking turns in her. One guy was mounted in her sex saddle
in missionary position while the second man worked on her tits.
With no room in either bed, I went back into the other room,
stripped to my briefs, and went to sleep on the spacious couch.
The last things I heard before sleep claimed me were Tracy's
passionate grunts and my wife's rhythmic moans from the other
room in response the steady thudding of cock into her cunt.
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Daytime Activities:
When I entered the dining room around 10 PM, I saw my husband
sitting alone apparently waiting for breakfast.
"Mind if I join you?" I asked with a wide grin.
"I didn't think you'd wake up before noon. I wanted to wake
you, but I was sure you'd bite my head off."
"Why would I do that?"
"After the night you had, I assumed you'd be very tired."
I smiled slyly as I looked over the menu. Gordon said nothing
more until after I had placed my order.
When he did speak again, he commented, "Have you noticed that
half the men in the dining room are wearing the same wrist bands
as we are?"
"I noticed."
"And did you also notice that a large number of them are
staring lustfully at my sexy wife?"
"Yes, I noticed that too. My dress is rather short and I'm
sitting with my legs apart. That might be the reason. Think
so?" I teased. "Did you get any last night, Darling?"
"I did, from a very sexy blonde. Her name is Louise."
"Was she good?"
"Very!"
"Really? Was she as good as me?"
"Damn! I believe you're jealous. I love it!"
"Well, what do you expect. Some blonde slut spreads her legs
for my husband, and he thinks she's hot and sexy."
"Don't worry, Honey. She is hot and sexy, but she's not in
your class... not even close."
"Is that so? Well, why didn't you come back to the room and
screw me then instead of her?"
"I did... but some guy was already between your gorgeous thighs
fucking you and there was another guy lying beside you on the bed
waiting his turn. I hate standing in line."
"Oh. I didn't realize that you had come back to our stateroom
last night." I felt my cheeks blushing a fiery red with
embarrassment. "Are you mad?"
"Are you mad at me for enjoying Louise?"
"Of course not! I just thought I could tease you a little. I
didn't know you had seen me in bed behaving like a whore with
those two guys. Well... am I forgiven?"
"We're on a swinging cruise. There's nothing to forgive. In
fact, I got hard watching you. You're just unbelievably
sensuous. Who were those guys?"
"Carl and Vitya. I made dates with them at the party last
night. That's where you got with Louise, isn't it?"
"Yeah. So you had three guys yesterday? Damon, Carl, and
Vitya?"
"Sorry, Honey. I had four. You left out Ralph."
"Who's Ralph? Where did he come from?"
"The party... just like Carl and Vitya. You left around 10:20
PM. The party ended 10 minutes or so later, and my date with
Carl and Vitya wasn't until 11 PM. Ralph asked me just before
the party ended if I would like to have sex with him last night.
I told him I already had a date at 11 PM. So he suggested that
we have a quickie before 11 PM."
"Did he take you to his stateroom or did the two of you go to
ours?"
"Neither, Darling. There wasn't time. We just went up to the
top deck. I knelt on a deck chair, and he pumped me from
behind."
"That is so erotic, I'm hard just thinking about it."
"Good... because I'm wet from telling you about it."
Later, as we were eating breakfast, my husband repeated himself
by saying, "Have you noticed that most of the men here are now
staring at you?"
"I've noticed."
I grinned slyly. "Like I told you before, It's probably
because I have my legs open underneath the table, Darling."
"Hot Bitch," he whispered.
"I am, but I know you love it."
"I do."
At this point, our waiter came over and asked if we needed
anything else. When we declined, he handed me a folded note.
"The gentleman at the table across the aisle asked me to give you
this Mrs. Baxter."
My husband raised his eyebrows, and I winked at him. I read
the note and then handed it to my husband. "Our waiter made a
mistake, Darling. The note's for you."
My husband was more than surprised. He was almost shocked.
"Do you think the guy's gay?" he asked quietly.
"No. I'm sure he's not gay. But the note's for you anyway."
He opened it and read: "You have great legs, but I bet your
pussy is even more incredible. I want to see it... right now.
Have your husband take off your panties!"
"Damn! The guys want to see..."
"I know what he wants to see, Darling. I read the note too.
Well... I'm waiting."
"You want me to take off your panties right here in the dining
room?"
"Please do it as discretely as you can, Honey."
My sexy husband moved his chair close to mine, leaned close,
and whispered in my ear. "Tell me what the guy is doing."
When I felt his hands moving under my short skirt up to the
waist band of my panties, I pressed down on the chair's arms and
lifted my ass up off the seat. As soon as my butt cleared the
seat, my panties began sliding down my hips and out from beneath
my ass. In just a moment, Gordon had my panties down around my
upper thighs.
"He's leaning forward... doing his best to look beneath the
table, Darling. But I think you're blocking his view."
He pulled the panties down my legs until they were bunched
about my ankles. I quickly worked them off my feet, and my
considerate husband retrieved them off the floor for me.
"Well," he asked. "What's he doing now?"
"He's waiting for me to open my legs again. I think his cock
is hard." I had to giggle at the absurdity of my statement.
"You're teasing him."
"I am. Badly. He's furious. I think he wants to fuck your
wife's ass off."
"Open your legs. Show it to him."
"Mmmmmmm... all right, Darling. If you insist."
I spread wide open exposing my naked cunt to my randy admirer.
He stared directly at it and smiled. His tongue licked his top
lip in obvious invitation. My husband saw him doing it and
whispered, "I think he wants to lick your cunt, Darling, before
he fucks it."
"You know he's going to fuck me, don't you?"
"Have fun. I think I'll see if anyone is in one of the
playrooms."
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"Ohhhh pump it, Daron. Pump my hot pussy, Baby."
"Oh fuck! You're the hottest woman I've seen on the whole
ship, Paula. Your cunt it so damn wet and tight. Ride my cock,
Honey. Ride it!"
Daron held my hips and drove his rod upward into my pussy so
hard and fast it was all I could do to stay mounted on him. I
just held my cunt in position and let him ram me like a wild
stallion. When I came and my pussy started throbbing around his
cock, he went wild... ramming me again and again with hard
thrusts.
"Here it comes, Paula. AAAHHHHHHHHHHH... god... I'm cumming in
you! UUNNGGHHHHHHHHH!"
His rod throbbed and jerked wildly deep inside my vagina as it
spewed out it thick load. When he started fucking me again, his
cock slid in and out of my convulsing channel easily with the
increased lubrication of his cum coating his prick and my pussy.
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I checked out both playrooms on decks 8 and 9, and while there
were several people enjoying themselves, every woman was involved
with at least one man but usually more than one. When I thought
about it, I knew that I should have realized that that would be
the case. With all the single men present, there was no way
there would be a woman in one of the playrooms just sitting
around hoping some man would be interested.
Unless I wanted to watch Paula with her most recent conquest,
there was no point in going back to our stateroom. I had just
about decided to go to the casino and gamble when I noticed a
very attractive, brunette walking through one of the lounge areas
with a man at her side. They both were wearing wrist bands, and
the man was busy checking out every female in the vicinity.
Obviously, he was her husband.
When I was in high school, I had learned the secret of
attracting women... don't be afraid of rejection. With this
lesson well learned, I approached the dark-haired beauty.
"Hi, Kate. I'm Gordon. Would you join me at the bar for a
something cool and refreshing?"
"I'm with my husband," she said with what I thought was a note
of regret in her voice.
"I know, but for the moment, he seems distracted by all the
beautiful women in the lounge."
She smiled seductively... now curious. "And you're not? Are
you gay?" she challenged.
"I'm only distracted by you, and I am definitely not gay as I
hope to prove to you. So how about a refreshing drink? They
make some really tasty ones."
At this point, her husband noticed me hitting on his wife.
"Hey, Buddy. That's my wife," he said with a note of irritation
in his voice.
"I knew she was your wife, but she's so attractive that I
couldn't resist asking her to join me for a drink. Why don't the
three of us have a drink. Do the two of you enjoy threesomes?"
"They're Ok, but I prefer a foursome. Where's your wife?"
"My guess is that she's in a stateroom right at the moment
being fucked by a guy who picked her up at breakfast. Were you
at the introduction party last night?"
"Oh hell yes. It was incredible."
"Do you remember Paula? Nice looking blonde, long hair, with
large tits?"
"You're damn right I remember her. Is she your wife??!!"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you go see if she likes threesomes, Earl?" his wife
suggested. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure Gordon will take
care of me."
"You don't mind?" he asked eagerly.
"That's why we came on the cruise, Darling. Have fun."
As we watched Earl hurrying away toward the elevators, his wife
turned to me and said, "Hi, Gordon. How did you know my name?"
"I saw you at the party last night... in fact, I really saw
you... all of you. Delicious sight."
She was now intrigued. "Do you remember all the women at the
party? Their names and the rest?"
"No. Just the ones I want."
"And you want me?"
"Yes... a lot."
"You're just saying that. Why do men lie like that?"
"I can't answer for other men, Kate, but I don't lie." I moved
closer to her and pressed her hand against my bulge. I was rock
hard and ready. Kate emitted a soft gasp as she tried to wrap
her hand around my shaft through my pants. "Still think I'm
lying?" I asked.
"Oh my gawd! I can't even get my hand around it. How big is
it?" she hissed.
"A little over 8 inches and thick... as you can tell. But are
you really interested in a liar?"
"Oh... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," she whispered
as her hand tried to measure my cock while still inside my pants.
"Shall we have that drink now?"
"If you like, but I would really prefer to have this big,
beautiful thing fucking me. We can have a drink later."
"We'll have to use your stateroom. My wife is using ours right
now."
"Do you mind an audience?"
"Not at all. Want to try the playroom on this deck?"
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"Oh give it to me, Daron. Fuck my ass, Honey. Fuck it hard.
All the way in.... uuunnnnnnnnnnnn!"
"It's tight, Honey. So damn tight. Have you had it in the ass
much?"
"Yeah... it's just that your cock is so fucking big! Give it
to me, Stud."
Daron followed orders and pounded his thick, hard dick deep
into my ass on every stroke. My fingers strummed on my throbbing
clit as he hammered me. I grunted steadily each time I felt his
rod stretching my ass open and his balls slapping against my
pussy.
Right in the middle of the fucking, Daron pulled his cock out.
I knew why. He wanted to see my ass gaped by his big cock. "Oh
fuck... that's wild!" I heard him groan. I wanted to let him
enjoy the sight, but I needed his cock back inside me. I was
right on the verge of an orgasm.
Am I hurting you, Paula?
"Shut up and fuck me, Lover. I'm about to cum!" I howled when
he rammed back into me. A few strokes later, I was cumming.
Now it was Daron's turn to howl with the intense sensation of a
tight ass squeezing his throbbing cock. I felt him ejaculate
powerfully into my ass. That made me contract even harder. His
load was still shooting into me when he had to pull out because
his cock was too sensitive to take my hard contractions. The
rest of his load shot all over my ass cheeks and into the gaping
hole.
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All Kate had on was her blue slinky dress and a pair of
matching blue panties underneath. We hadn't been in the playroom
for more than a couple of minutes kissing and fondling before I
had her dress up around her hips and she had my pants and briefs
off. I had a raging erection, and her pussy was gushing so much
her panties were already so totally soaked that I and all the
other men nearby could smell the musky aroma of her cunt.
"Oh god, Gordon. I'm so hot, I feel like my pussy is on fire,"
she moaned.
"Then we need to get your panties off so I can put out the
fire, Kate. Don't you think so?"
"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh ... hurry!"
"Mind if I give you a hand?"
I turned to see another man, naked and hard, staring at Kate
his cock pulsing.
"Want two guys, Kate?"
"OOohhhhhhhh... god!" she groaned. "Anything... just take off
my panties and fuck me!"
I nodded to the other guy. He hooked his fingers in the top of
her panties and pulled them over her ass and down her legs in one
motion. It only took him a few seconds to get them off her feet.
Together, we put Kate on a mattress. I pulled her legs into the
air, spread her wide, nailed my rigid cock into her pussy. She
howled as soon as sank into her throbbing hole.
I fucked her with steady, hard strokes while the other guy
straddled her face so she could lick and suck his balls. She
made two sounds over and over. When I pulled six inches of my
shaft out, she sighed... when I drove all eight inches back into
her, she gave a short, sharp grunt.
"AAhhhh... UUGGH! AAhhhh... UUGGH! AAhhhh... UUGGH!"
When the other guy pushed his cock into her mouth, the two
sounds became garbled and muffled, but they still were sighs
followed by grunts.
It only took ten minutes of steady fucking to make Kate cum.
When she did, the sighs and grunts were replaced with loud, sharp
shrieks of pleasure... each one cumming when my cock thudded into
her womb.
With effort, I held back my swn orgasm until Kate was cumming a
second time. That was all I could stand. I emptied my balls
into her churning cauldron as her climax ripped through her cunt.
As soon as I had withdrawn, the other man took my place and
once again, Kate felt her vagina filled with an iron-hard male
sex spike. He fucked her hard and fast. In a couple of minutes,
he had Earl's wife cumming for a third time. Just as her orgasm
ebbed, her cunt received another huge load of semen and sperm.
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When I returned to our stateroom, I found my wife sprawled on
the bed, which was a total wreck, with her legs spread and her
cunt gaped open. A thick stream of semen was seeping out of her
well-fucked cunt. When she heard the door close, she opened her
eyes and smiled at me.
"Hello, Darling. You caught me taking my beauty rest."
"Are you all right?" I asked, more than a little concerned.
"I'm tired, but I'm fine. I shouldn't have teased Daron so
much. He was a wild man, and, as you can see, I got what a
teasing bitch deserves... a hard fucking in both my pussy and
ass. Did you find a playmate?"
"I did. Her name is Kate. Did her husband come sniffing
around here? His name is Earl."
"Someone did call but as you can imagine, Daron was in no mood
to let me answer the phone."
"Why don't we shower and then head for the pool and spa area.
I think it would do us both good to soak in the whirlpool bath
for an hour or so."
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The literature for the cruise had advertised the pool areas as
ones where nudity and sexual encounters were permitted. As soon
as we entered the area, that became very evident. Only a few of
the bathers were wearing swim suits, but it was more than just
nudity. All the nude women were lounging in provocative poses,
usually with their legs wide open. Half the men had erections,
and some of the bathers were engaging in sex.
In a smaller pool beside the main one, a naked woman was lying
across her partner's lap. She had her legs spread and was slowly
jerking the man off while holding his prick a few inches from her
pussy. He was holding one of the woman's tits and obviously
enjoying the whole thing immensely. Beside the pool, a group of
four couples were having sex in a variety of positions.
Fortunately, only one black man was using the large whirlpool
hot bath. Paula and I had worn long robes to the pool area to
cover our nakedness. We dropped these beside the pool and
climbed into the swirling, warm water with Paula on my right and
the man on my left. The waters were very soothing. I closed my
eyes, relaxed, and quickly fell asleep.
Some time later (it turned out to be about 45 minutes), I was
awakened by something slowly jostling my body. My head had
fallen to my left side, and when I opened my eyes, the whirlpool
bath appeared to be empty. Since the slow jostling continued, I
assumed it was the whirling water that was now jetting rather
than flowing in a continuous stream.
I realized that I wasn't alone in the bath when my wife's arm
circled my chest and hugged me close. She was moaning softly as
her body slowly thrust against mine. I grinned at the thought
that my wife had gotten so turned by my naked body next to hers
that she had started humping slowly and sensuously against me. I
loved it.
Paula snuggled closer, her body continuing to undulate slowly
against me. "Ooohh... fuck Honey... fuck me, Rodney," she
groaned into my ear.
"What?" I asked confused.
"Rodney's fucking me, Darling. Driving me crazy."
Looking around her body, I saw the man who had been in the tub
with us before I fell asleep. Obviously, once I was asleep, he
had moved around to wife's right and begun to play with her tits,
legs, and pussy until he had her hot and ready. He must have
told her to turn on her left side and hug me That position made
her pussy available. All he had to do was turn on his left side
and push his cock between her thighs and into her waiting cunt.
"Ooohhh harder, Honey. Fuck me harder... faster," my wife
urged. He ignored her and continued his slow thrusting that was
building her excitement higher and higher. I grudgingly admired
his control and technique. He was really bringing my wife to a
hot boil.
Paula's hips began to thrust back against her lover in an
attempt to seduce him into fucking her harder so she could cum.
It didn't work, and I had to grin as she became more and more
desperate.
"Please," she begged. "Please... harder... faster. Darling
tell Rodney to fuck me harder. I going crazy I'm so hot."
I winked at Rodney. He winked back but he didn't speed up his
strokes. Paula was now groaning loud enough to attract the
attention of several people close to the hot tub.
I moved my hands to Paula's big tits... hefted them and let my
fingers caress and squeeze her nipples with the same slow tempo
the stud behind her was using. She began to plead with us to let
her cum. Her pleas increased in volume when I pushed my fingers
into her slit and found her erect clitoris.
As I rubbed her clitoris, I could feel the thick shaft slowly
pumping back and forth in my wife's vagina. When he pulled back,
I realized that he was really long as well as thick. It was no
wonder that he had my wife begging for it.
Rodney continued his slow fucking but his strokes got harder
and harder until they were being pounded with authority into my
wife's cunt. She howled each time the big cock drove into her.
"Get out of the tub, Paula. On your knees with your head on
the mat if you're ready to cum."
Paula practically jumped out of the hot tub. In a couple of
seconds, she was waiting in doggy position on the mat, her ass
arched high. More than a dozen people had crowded around to see
the black stud finally satisfy the woman who had been begging him
to do it to her.
From my position beneath them, I had a perfect view of the
thick black cock pressing into the opening of Paula's cunt...
stretching it open, and sinking into her throbbing vagina. She
was wailing as it sank into her.
"AAAhhhhhhhhhh.... ooooohhhhh... fuck it.... aaahhhh... fuck...
uunnnmmmmmmmm!"
Once his entire length was seated in her pussy, he held her
hips and asked, "Ready for it, Bitch. Ready for my hot cum
load?"
"YYYEEESSSSSSSSS!" my wife hissed.
After that, all we heard were a series of rapid female grunts
as the cock thudded in and out of her cunt with hard, fast
strokes, each one driving all the way to the bottom of her hole.
After just a few strokes, Paula came... hard, her juices
spurting. The big dick continued to ram her. Moments later she
came a second time, and then as the thick cum load fired into
her, a third time.
==============================
Third Day:
That night the four of us had dinner together. Halfway through
the meal, Tracy said, "Well, Art? Are you going to ask him or
not?"
"Ask me what?"
"Do you recall a sexy brunette at the party last night? Her
name's Melba." When I nodded, Art continued. "Good. I called
her this afternoon and asked her if she would like to get
together."
"That sounds like it will be fun. She's a sexy looking woman,"
I commented.
"I agree, but she wants two guys. She told me she can see one
guy at a time at home. She wants at least two men or its no
deal. So... would you like to join me?"
"I'm not sure." Turning to my wife, I asked. "What do you and
Tracy have planned for this evening? I thought we might go
dancing."
Paula raised her eyebrows and said, "Go dancing? I can go
dancing at home.."
"Ok. So that was a bad idea. How about we go to the evening
party and then go back to our stateroom and fuck the rest of the
rest of the night?"
"I think Melba has the right idea, Darling. She likes two men.
That sounds pretty good to Tracy and me too. Why don't you and
Art go take care of Melba while Tracy and I go trolling in the
playrooms?"
"Trolling?" Art said.
"Yeah. Trolling," his wife responded. "You know trolling...
where you throw out your line with the right bait and then cruise
the lake waiting until you hook a fish who wants some of the
bait." I had to laugh at the analogy.
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Melba smiled seductively when Art and I entered her stateroom.
"Hi, Melba. I'm Gordon. Art asked me to be the third in an
erotic threesome. I saw you at the party, so he didn't have to
twist my arm. Still interested?"
"Do bears live in the forest, Honey? But Art misinformed you.
It's not going to be a threesome; it's going to be a foursome.
While Art was trying to find a third, another guy called me. So
I invited him to make up the threesome. He'll be here soon."
"Ok. Not a problem," I said smiling. I'll just take my leave.
Maybe we can get together later in the cruise."
When I turned to leave, Melba's voice stopped me. "Why are
leaving? Can't handle being one of three guys giving it to me?
Please stay, Gordon. I've never been screwed by three men at the
same time... Please."
I was never any good and turning down requests from beautiful
women.
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It was nearly 11 PM when Art and I returned to our adjoining
staterooms. We both expected to find our wives in bed with one
or more men, but, to our surprise, both staterooms were empty.
"Shall we go to the playrooms and see if we can find them?" I
asked.
"Why? They'll be busy... if you know what I mean. Besides,
I'm tired. I think I'll call it a night and hit the sack," Art
replied.
"Ok. I'm going to make a quick inspection of the playrooms and
the pool areas."
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The playrooms were crowded with several orgies in progress.
There was a blue mat against the wall in one corner that was
occupied by three men and four women. Two of the women were
riding the cock and face of one guy. A second man was giving it
to a blonde doggy while an older blonde was sucking the third
man. The fourth woman wasn't being left out as one of women was
sucking on her tits. I moved closer to see if any of the blondes
was my wife. None were.
I saw Rodney fucking a blonde on one of the couches, who looked
a lot like Paula. When I got closer, and Rodney lifted his upper
body off of the blonde, I saw that she wasn't my wife, but she
was squealing with pleasure in much the same way as my wife had
that afternoon beside the hot tub.
I had searched almost the entire room before I found Paula.
She was completely naked, apparently having been stripped earlier
in the evening. She and another blonde were kneeling on a couch
with their faces between the thighs of a third blonde who was
thrashing with pleasure. Two men stood behind the two kneeling
women plowing their cunts.
Although Melba had gotten me off three times, my cock got rigid
from watching the five of them. Almost without thinking, I
unzipped and pulled out my hard 8-inch shaft. As the stud behind
my wife fucked her steadily, I began to jack off. I remembered
Mel doing the same thing when I was fucking his wife. Now that
the situation was reversed, I understood his excitement a lot
better.
I had been stroking my cock for a few minutes before two female
hands circled my hips and took possession of my cock. One hand
cupped my balls while the other one jerked my shaft.
"Any of those women your wife, Honey?" came the sexy voice of
the woman who was jacking me off.
"The one on the right... without the heels," I groaned as he
hand moved even faster.
"You like to watch, don't you?"
"Yeah. I always have."
"Want me to finish you like this while you watch that big cock
fucking your wife? Or would you rather bend me over and fuck me
while you watch your wife getting it?"
"Bend over," I ordered. When the brunette released my cock, I
groaned with the loss, my cock jerking wildly in the air as if
searching for her hand. "Ass up high, Baby... big cock going
in!" I announced.
As my cock sank into her, my eyes were locked onto my wife's
pussy. My wife and the woman taking my cock were both grunting.
Paula was urging the man to fuck her harder... to make her cum.
"You hot wife wants him to fuck her harder, Honey. So do I.
Give it to me, Stud. Hard. I want you to cum in me when he cums
in your wife. Think you can do that?"
"Yeah," I groaned.
"I mean at the same time... he shoots his load into your wife's
cunt... and you shoot yours into mine at the same time."
I matched the tempo of the man in my wife... holding the
brunette's hips as he held Paula's. When his strokes speeded up,
so did mine. Suddenly, he began hitting into my wife harder with
shorter strokes. If I had any doubts that he was about to cum,
he removed them by screaming, "OH YOU FUCKING HOT CUNTED BITCH...
I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU!"
He fucked in and out of Paula faster and harder, and I matched
him stroke for stroke. I hoped he would hurry because I wasn't
certain how much longer I could resist shooting into the cunt I
was using. Fortunately, he was as close as I was. We both
ejaculated into the hot vaginas at nearly the same time, and we
both screamed:
"UUNNGGHHHH!! HERE IT COMES, BITCH. TAKE MY LOAD! UGH! UGH!
UGH! LOAD GOING INNNNNNNNN... AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
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The next morning, both Art and I woke up alone in our statement
rooms. Tracy wasn't in bed with me, and Paula wasn't beside Art.
Over breakfast, we discussed where our wives spent the night.
Fortunately, we were spared the effort of having to speculate as
our smiling wives walked in, saw us at the table, and promptly
joined us.
"Hi, Guys," Paula said. "Have you already ordered?"
"Yes. Where were you last night?"
"You know where I was, Darling. You were watching and jacking
off." Both women giggled, and I flushed red with embarrassment.
I didn't ask any more questions.
But Art was as curious as I was. "How about you, Tracy? Where
did you spend the night?"
She shrugged and said, "Paula and I were partying... just like
the two of you with Melba. Six of the single guys had a party in
their adjoining staterooms. They invited Paula, Louise, and me.
Are you angry?"
"No... no. I was just curious."
After breakfast, Paula and I spent the rest of the morning
shopping. I took her to a jewelry shop and purchased a very nice
blue sapphire dinner ring for her.
"Like it," I asked when we left the store.
"I love it, Darling. It's gorgeous, but I don't deserve it."
"Why? This is a wonderful vacation, courtesy of you and Tracy.
I'm having more fun than I've had on a vacation since we went to
Vegas on our tenth wedding anniversary."
"I know... I know, but I feel terrible about embarrassing you
like I did in front of Art and Tracy. When I saw you watching
that guy fucking me then masturbating, it made it so much better.
It made me feel so good that you loved watching me that much.
Then I had to go and ruin it by embarrassing you. I'm terribly
sorry. I was just so embarrassed about spending the entire night
with those six guys and not even telling you where I was that I
said what I did. It was awful."
"No it wasn't. It was just embarrassing."
"Take me back to our stateroom and fuck me, Darling. Please."
"With pleasure, Honey... with pleasure. But aren't you getting
sore from all the sex?"
"How many times have I told you, Honey, that it doesn't..."
"I know... I know! It doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked. And
that's really good because I'm going to fuck your slutty ass
through the mattress."
"Please, Darling. Please go easy on me... Please."
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm a virgin."
We were both laughing all the way back to our stateroom.
---------------------------------
The party that evening was billed as "Male Slave Night". The
literature said the men didn't have to participate if they did
not wish to do so. It also warned that virtually all the women
were going to be at the party in the role of dominas, and men who
didn't attend as male slaves would probably have to spend the
evening watching TV. It also stated that men who did not
participate as male slaves would not be allowed at the party
later in the cruise when the women would be the slaves.
This was followed by the rules for the participants. The women
were required to sear outfits appropriate for a female domina.
If any woman did not have such clothes, they would be provided
upon request. They were allowed to treat the male slaves as they
wished but real pain and injury were not allowed. The safe word
for all slaves was "enough". Upon hearing it, all pain and
disciplinary actions had to immediately cease.
The rules for the men who agreed to be slaves for a night were
full nudity and complete obedience except when the safe word was
used. In addition, each male slave would be required to take 100
mg of viagra 15 minutes prior to the party and a second dose when
their erections became less than desired by the female dominas.
Finally, the men were admonished not to be wimps by using the
safe word unless absolutely necessary.
"Are you going to go, Gordon?" Paula asked me over dinner.
"You want me to go don't you?"
"Of course I want my hot stud husband to go. I want all those
other women to turn green with envy when they see that my hubby
has a gorgeous body, a huge, incredibly thick cock, and, as icing
on the cake, is a fantastic lover and a brilliant engineer."
"Bull shit!" I said with a grin. "You want me go so you can
watch all those women whip my ass and use me like a sex object."
"Well... that too," my devious wife said with a big grin. "So,
are you going, or are you going to wimp out?"
"Bitch."
"Wimp."
"Let's fuck."
"No way! Not until the party, Slave. So get ready. The party
starts at 8 PM."
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The organizers of the party had all the men assemble in
Playroom 2. Everyone was trying to put on a good face but the
truth was that every guy was nervous about what was going to
happen. We all got even more nervous when we were told to strip
completely. Once naked, a group of the women entered.
Everyone of the women was dressed in an exotic domina outfit.
Some were form-fitting, black vinyl that usually exposed both of
the woman's tits and sometimes her ass and pussy. Every woman
wore 4 to 6-inch heels, and everyone carried either a paddle, a
cane, or a whip.
A black headed, hot, evil-looking bitch approached me and said,
"Good. This slave has a big cock, but its soft. Get it hard,
Slave. Right now! Just look at my big, naked tits and jack it
hard. NOW!" The whole scene was so erotic that I got hard
without even touching my cock.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
"I'm hard. I don't need to jerk it."
WHACK! That response earned me a sharp blow across my ass with
the bitch's paddle. "I said, jack on your big cock!"
I followed instructions this time and began to pump my erection
and, not surprisingly, it got even bigger.
"Damn! You are BIG! I'm going to use you and that big whang
of yours. That's enough. Come here."
I stepped closer and the bitch put a blindfold on me and then
cuffed my wrists. "Open your mouth, Slave." When I did, I felt
her place a tablet on my tongue. "That's viagra to make sure you
stay hard Slave. I'm going to give you a drink. Swallow it!"
She placed a glass to my lips and did as she had instructed.
After that, she seemed satisfied, but before she moved on to
the next guy, she stroked my dick. "Don't you dare cum, Slave!"
A moment later, I felt her hot mouth close over my erection and
begin to suck me... sliding her lips up and down my throbbing
organ. I was beginning to lose control. I think she knew this
because her mouth left my cock.
Five minutes or so later, we were all led into Playroom 1 where
all the women were waiting for their slaves. When our blindfolds
were removed, we saw that the room had been converted into a
temporary dungeon. There were pulleys, stocks, bondage racks,
and other stuff. Even the walls had been covered so that it
looked as if we were in the basement of a dungeon.
My wrists were uncuffed and attached to chains. At the same
time, a spreader bar was attached to my ankles to keep my legs
apart. Then someone pulled the chains upward stretching my arms
high over my head. For some reason, the whole thing had me hard
as stone. It was probably the viagra working because my cock was
standing straight up, hard as iron.
From somewhere in the room, I heard a woman scream, "Get that
dick hard... you hear me!" She screamed again and then came the
sound of her paddle whacking the ass of some guy who wasn't hard
enough to suit the woman. She brought the paddle down several
times and from the loud sounds, she was really spanking him.
Apparently, the whipping excited the guy because I heard the
woman say, "That's better... Now keep that dick hard."
Then, it was my turn to feel a cane across my ass... once...
twice... three times. I felt my ass burning. Finally, the bitch
stopped whipping me and came around where I could see her. Her
tits were out and her cunt was bare. She pressed herself against
me and rubbed her pussy up and down my rigid shaft. It was
beginning to feel good, and I forgot about my stinging buttocks.
Men all around the room were groaning as the women spanked and
whipped their asses, all the time either screaming at them to get
hard or laughing at the size of the guy's cock.
The women were obviously circulating through the room enjoying
all the male slaves. Sometimes a woman would whip my ass. Other
times, one of them would either jack my cock or suck me until I
was about to cum... then she would stop and leave me with a
throbbing, unsatisfied cock. One woman pressed what must have
been a butt plug against my anus. At first, the small, rounded
tip slid into me easily, but as the plug gotten thicker, its
progress slowed.
"Give me that rubber hammer," I heard the woman yell. When she
had it, she showed it to me. "You know what I'm going to do with
this, Baby?" I just groaned. "I think you have the idea." She
disappeared behind me and a moment later, she whacked the end of
the plug with the hammer and it popped all the way into my ass.
Off to my right, I heard a woman saying, "Stick that ass up in
the air, Slave. That's a good boy. Now keep it there.
Understand!" I easily recognized my wife's voice. "WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"
"AAHHH... UGGHHGHHH... JEZZZ.... NOT SO DAMN HARD!"
"WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!"
The women spanked and whipped us for what seemed like forever,
but was actually about 20 minutes or so. After that, we were
released and told we were to pleasure the women with our tongues.
We were also sternly warned that if we didn't perform
adequately, we would be put in the stocks and whipped for next
hour and a half.
All around the room, women were groaning as male tongues swiped
up and down their sex trenches and over their engorged, erect
clits. Every 15 seconds or so, female screams would rent the air
as another woman climaxed. Many of the women were apparently
squirters judging from the responses of the men who were being
drenched by the juices gushing from their pussies.
I was put on a couch with my wrists bound again and a tie
placed around my neck. The woman said that way I wouldn't have
to be embarrassed by being naked. A black headed woman sat on
the back of the couch, pulled my head back, and mounted my mouth.
I licked her cunt and clit continuously as she came again and
again. I think she climaxed at least five times on my mouth
before she got off of me and moved on to another hapless slave.
With no cunt covering my face, I could look around the room at
what was happening to the other men. One man was being pulled
into a brunette's hot cunt by a chain attached to his slave
collar. His hands were bound behind his back and the woman used
her heels on his back like a pair of spurs. She had her thighs
locked tightly about his head as he sucked and licked her pussy.
Another man was bound tightly with ropes about his arms and
wrists. A spreader bar was attached to his ankles and his prick
and testicles attached to the bar with another rope. A woman was
mounted on a high chair and the helpless man was pressing his
face into her crotch in an effort to satisfy her cunt. Another
woman was whipping his ass as he sucked the woman in the chair.
Finally, I saw my wife. She was wearing a vinyl outfit that
exposed her tits and cunt. She also wore thigh-high black boots
with 5-inch heels. When I saw her, she had one leg up on a table
with a bound slave kneeling behind her licking her exposed cunt.
That was all I had time to see because a blonde laid down on my
couch, spread her legs, and said, "Get you tongue into my cunt
and make me cum, Slave." I did as she had ordered and got her
off twice.
The women made us suck and lick them for nearly a half hour.
Some of the men were gasping for breath when they finally had us
stop. One man who had had his face mashed deeply into the folds
of a redhead�s cunt with her thighs locked about his head for a
long time was dizzy from lack of oxygen.
By this time, the viagra and the women's bodies had every cock
in the room rigid with lust and need. I assumed that the women
would now begin to ride our cocks or have us fuck them, but they
weren't finished humiliating us. All around the room, women were
masturbating the men... not sucking them but just jacking them
off and making us shoot our loads on to the floor or into their
hands. This was not what any of us had in mind doing with our
raging erections.
My wife walked by and grinned. "Want me to jack you off,
Honey?" she teased as she walked on to another male slave and
jacked his cock hard and fast. He shoot off onto the floor in
less than a minute. My wife moved on to another rigid cock and
jacked him to an orgasm in even less time. While that was
happening, another blonde pumped my cock until I blew a huge load
all over her. At least that was some consolation.
When the blonde moved away to jerk off anther guy, I saw one
man with his arms bound behind his back and his legs pulled back
and bound in a knee-chest position. A dark-skinned woman knelt
over him, her cunt mashed into his face, with his cock pulled
between his thighs. As she jacked him off, her cunt was grinding
on his face. She came just as his load exploded into the air.
When the women had made every man in the room shoot off, they
gave each of us another 100 mg viagra tablet and then let us rest
for 15 minutes or so until the viagra once again had us hard and
ready. Then, the women began to fuck us.
The man who had been tied in knee-chest position still had his
arms and wrists tightly bound behind him but his legs were free
and the woman had him between her thighs with his newly erected
cock pumping in and out of her vagina. She screamed obscenities
when she came, locked her legs more tightly around him and
ordered him to fuck her harder.
My wife was lying on a table with her legs spread wide open and
up in the air. A virile looking stud with his wrists bound
behind his back was socked into her sex saddle ramming his
iron-hard viagra-induced erection in and out of her cunt. She
was squealing as she climaxed. Again and again, the stud thrust
into her. Her body thrashed wildly. When his load began to spew
into her, she wrapped her legs about his hips, pulled him deep
into her cunt, and screamed at him to fuck her full of cum.
The black headed woman who had originally blindfolded me was
now using me. She had me blindfolded again with my wrists bound
in front of me. She was on her upper back on the floor with her
legs up in the air. I was standing and driving my cock straight
down into her gaping cunt. I lost track of the number of times
she came before I shot my load into her depths. She locked her
legs about me and kept me buried inside her until my cock
hardened again. This time she turned over and had me fuck her
doggy.
When the slave party ended, every man in the room was
exhausted. My wife had to help me back to our stateroom where I
was asleep within minutes with Paula curled up by my side, her
arms around me.
==============================
Fourth Day:
We docked in Jamaica the morning of the fourth day, and both
Paula and Tracy were adamant about going shopping in Montego Bay
and then visiting one of the nude beaches. That morning at
breakfast, that's about all they could talk about.
"Are you two sure you want to do that? The shops are pretty
much tourist traps, you know," I warned.
"We know that, but it's still fun to shop and have something
from the erotic island of Jamaica. What does it matter if we pay
more than whatever we buy is worth?" Paula argued. "Besides,
don't you guys want to play with us on a nude beach... sink your
big cocks into us out in the open, on a beach. Doesn't that
sound erotic?"
Before I could answer, a male voice at the next table said, "If
your husbands don't want to take you, I would delighted to
volunteer my services, Ladies."
We all turned toward the next table and saw a dark-headed man,
in his late twenties. Our wives widened with interest when they
looked over his powerfully built body and his sexy, dark eyes.
"I'm Byron," he said in his soft, deep voice. "I can't think of
anything more fantastic than taking the two of you to a nude
beach and the other."
"The other?" Tracy asked.
"I believe your friend said something about sinking something,"
Byron said with undisguised lust.
Paula turned to me, grinned, and said, "Well Guys, I think
Bryon's interested in sinking a shaft, drilling, and seeing if he
can strike a gusher. So, we now have an escort if you two don't
want to go. Make up your minds."
"Now that you have explained things so clearly, Darling, we can
see that our position was not well judged. We'd be delighted to
go shopping with you beautiful ladies and then take you to the
beach... and the other," I added.
The disappointment on Bryon's face was obvious. My wife looked
at Tracy and raised her eyebrows. Tracy smiled broadly and
nodded. "There's always room for one more, Byron. Would you
like to join us today?"
The smile returned to his face. "I'd love to join you...
anytime... day or night. When do we leave?"
"Right after breakfast. The gangway is on deck three. We'll
meet you there at 9:30 AM."
-----------------------
When Byron joined us at the gangway, he couldn't tear his eyes
away from the two exotic women. Both were wearing incredibly
brief, string bikini's. Their tops hardly covered half of their
big tits, which seemed likely to fall out at any time. The
bottoms of their suits were no more than small triangles covering
their pussies. Their asses were totally exposed.
"My god!" Byron whispered in awed voice. "Can you wear that on
the street without being arrested?"
"To tell you the truth, we're not sure, so we've brought
wrap-around skirts to cover us, but for the tops... what you see
is what you get, Honey. And once we get to the beach, every
thing will be off. That goes for all three of you men as well.
No clothes or suits on the beach."
Just as I had predicted, the shops were all tourist traps, but
the girls had a wonderful time shopping, and I had a wonderful
time watching all the locals staring lustfully at Paula and
Tracy. I also enjoyed watching some of the other female tourists
who weren't wearing much more than our wives.
Once we were on the beach, it was hard for the men to decide
which woman to stare at. Most were nude and almost all of them,
nude or not, were lying in seductive poses with their legs open.
Some of the women had remained partially covered but were lying
on the beach, blankets, or benches with their tits and pussies
exposed. They were even more seductive than the women who were
nude.
Byron wasted no time in helping Paula get rid of her
wrap-around skirt and her string bikini. Art and I did the same
for Tracy, and the five of us found a vacant stretch of sand and
spread out our blankets. The women were already stretched with
every thing on display while we stripped. When we removed our
briefs, both women were grinning at our three very erect cocks.
We sunned ourselves for bit and then put up our beach umbrella
that we had rented at the beach house. It wasn't long before
Tracy had one leg steepled with her pussy thrust toward us.
While Art massaged her thighs, I was working her on thighs, ass,
and pussy. When Byron attempted to do the same sor Paula, she
jumped up and ran for the water laughing as he followed, his
rigid cock bouncing to the delight of all the women who were
watching.
I watched the two of them frolicking in the water until Tracy
moaned, "Put it in me, Gordon. Fuck me from behind while my
darling husband sucks my tits."
I moved behind her, lifted her leg enough to give me access,
and pressed my cock against her opening from behind. She was so
wet and open there was practically no resistance and seven inches
of my cock slid smoothly into her pussy. She groaned loudly
attracting the attention of several men who moved closer so they
would watch the blonde beauty being fucked by two men.
Out in the water, Byron and Paula were rolling around in the
surf in just a few inches of water. He was on his back with the
water lapping his chest while my wife was on her side pressed
against his body. As I slowly pumped Tracy's now throbbing
pussy, I saw Byron lift my wife's leg high in the air revealing
the fact that he had his cock embedded in my wife's cunt and was
fucking her steadily as the waves lapped over them.
It was more than I could take. When Tracy felt the increased
power and speed of my thrusts, she knew I was going to cum in
her. "Oh yes... give it to me, Honey. Go ahead... shoot it in.
I'll cum when you cum." I shot the load in and she did cum as
soon as she felt the throbbing of my cock as it exploded within
her tunnel.
Art was on top of his wife fucking her when Byron and Paula ran
for the fresh water shower on the beach and then rejoined us. As
they toweled off, we all watched Tracy's legs flailing in the air
as Art screwed her lustfully. In addition to us, several other
couples were watching and well as several men. All the men were
fully erect and most of those erections were being stroked by the
women with them.
It took less than a minute for Byron to get hard watching Art
and Tracy. He pulled Paula on top of him and I heard him
whisper, "Suck me, Honey." She promptly straddled him and rammed
her mouth all the way down his thick prick. He pulled her pussy
onto his mouth and ran his tongue up her slit onto her clit.
Both of them began to moan and grunt, and their groans of
pleasure mixed with those of Art and Tracy to provide some
incredibly erotic sound effects to go with the porno show they
were providing the beach goers.
Art and Tracy finished and rolled onto their backs. The men
and couples watching moved closer so they could get a good view
of Tracy's stretched pussy and the thick streams of cum running
from it. They also got an excellent view of my wife's pussy
stuffed with Byron's pounding cock as he held her on top of his
body, her back against his chest with his cock thudding again and
again into the gushing hole of her cunt.
When Byron knew he couldn't last much longer, he rolled my wife
onto her side so he could fuck her from behind deeper and harder.
She was now squealing on every stroke and on every stroke, we
could all hear Byron's masculine grunts as he prepared to shoot
his load.
He pounded in and out of my wife like a wild bull as she howled
and urged him to fuck her harder... deeper... faster. When Paula
felt his cock swelling and his buttocks contracting, she
screamed, "He's going to cum in me, Honey. Oooohhhh Baby... your
wife is gonna get her cunt filled... Ugh! Uhg! Ugh! Now! NOW!
HE'S CUMMING IN YOUR WIFE'S CUNT, HONEY... IT'S GOING
INNNNNNNNNN!!"
Two of the couples watching were now fucking as my wife hissed,
"I'm cummingg... oohhh Baby... am I ever cumminggg...
aaahhhhhh.... fucckkkkkkkk!"
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The sexually themed party that night in the playrooms was
billed as a "lights out" party. The literature informed all the
passengers that both playrooms would be completed darkened except
for a small red light above the exits so they could be easily
found. Everyone was warned that there would not be enough light
in the room to see much of anything. Consequently, individuals
not interested in anonymous sexual encounters with unseen persons
would either need to avoid the playroom during the hours from 8
to 10 PM or come with their partner and be certain to remain in
contact.
The final instructions read:
"Guests who wish to attend the 'lights out' party, should wear
their complementary bath robes to the party with nothing
underneath except your wrist bands. Also, be certain to bring
your stateroom keys or admission will be denied."
When Paula read the information about the "lights out" party,
she remarked, "You know, Honey, it seems to me like they've
stolen our idea for our New Year's Eve party when we did the same
thing with our basement. Maybe we should sue them or demand
royalty payments."
"Somehow, I don't think we would win. But you're right. It's
exactly the same thing as we did with our basement."
That evening around 8:30 PM, Paula and I showed up in our bath
robes wearing only our wrist bands. The crew members manning the
doors asked to see our stateroom keys and after that we were
admitted to the darkened interior of the playrooms.
They hadn't exaggerated. It was pitch black inside. Even when
our eyes adjusted and our night vision activated, the tiny red
lights above the exits didn't provide enough illumination to see
your hand in front of your face. We must have bumped into four
or five people before we found a spot on one of the mattresses
big enough for both of us.
"I wonder if we were bumping into men or women," I said with a
laugh.
"Three of them were men judging from the hard cocks they shoved
against me and the way they were playing with my tits before we
moved away."
It wasn't long before we felt our mattress moving from the
weight of other people. From out of the darkness came the sultry
voice of a woman: "Mmmm... I found a big one! Wow... love
this!"
"What's happening?" my wife asked in a whisper.
"Some woman is feeling me up."
"Dirty bitch."
"She is. She's climbing on top of me."
Then, the voice asked, "Does this big tit I'm feeling, Honey,
belong to your wife? your girlfriend?"
"I'm his wife, and that's my husband's cock your feeling."
"I'm not feeling him, Honey... I'm mounting him. Be a Dear and
put him into me."
"I would think that you could manage that yourself," my wife
said in her best catty voice.
"Oh I can, Darling. I can. But it's so hot and sexy to feel a
woman putting her husband's cock into me... come on, be nice.
Stick his cock into my pussy."
I felt my wife's hands roaming over my body searching for my
cock. As hard as I was, she didn't much trouble finding it.
"Lift you slutty ass, Bitch," my wife said... this time with a
sexy laugh.
"Oooohhh Fuck! Your man is really big! Damn! If my husband
was this big, I'd be riding his cock all the time. Come on,
Honey. Fuck my cunt, Baby."
I began to pump my hips upward as she rammed her cunt downward.
I was growling and the woman was grunting each time all eight
inches sank into her.
"Fuck the Bitch," Paula hissed in my ear.
Our bodies pounded together in the darkness for several minutes
before my wife spoke again.
"Is she good, Honey?"
"Yeah... she's wet... hot... pretty tight."
Paula's tits and belly were now thrusting against me, her hand
cupping my balls and feeling my cock as it slipped through her
hand and into the woman's cunt hole.
From right above my face, I heard, "Oohhhh ... soooo good.
Fuck me, Stud. Ram that big fuck stick into me, Honey."
I hit into her harder and faster. Then, just to my left right
up against my ear, I heard my wife. "Oohhhh... soooo good. Fuck
me, Stud. Ram that big fuck stick into me, Honey."
From above: "Ugh... Ugh! OOHH! OOHH! AAAHHHHH!"
Just to my left: "Ugh... Ugh! OOHH! OOHH! AAAHHHHH!"
From above: "PUMP ME HARD! I'M GONNA CUM!"
From my left: "PUMP ME HARD! I'M GONNA CUM!"
"Ooohhhh shit! I'M CUMMINGGG!!"
"Ooohhhh shit! I'M CUMMINGGG!!"
"Damn... I love feeling your hot cunt throbbing around my cock.
Who am I fucking anyway?"
"You have your big cock in Rita's cunt, Stud."
"Damn... I love feeling your hot cunt throbbing around my cock.
You're squirting all over me. Hot fucking! Who am I fucking
anyway?"
"You've got your big cock in Paula's cunt, Stud."
Rita: "Fuck me harder. Stick your finger in my ass!
Yeaahhhhhhhh... like that!"
Paula: "Fuck me harder. Stick your finger in my ass!
Yeaahhhhhhhh... AAAhhhh... Give it to me, you big cocked
bastard!"
Rita: "Pump me harder, Baby. I'm about to cum again."
Paula: "I'm cumming again... shoot it in, Stud... flood me!"
Rita: "CUM IN MY HOT CUNT, LOVER!"
My load poured out of my cock into Rita's convulsing cunt. She
groaned as she came again around my jerking cock. Beside me, I
listened to my wife shrieking as her cunt was filled with her
fucker's thick cum load. Both of us grunted as we planted our
seed in an unseen throbbing pussy.
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On the way back to our stateroom, Paula held my arm and hugged
me close to her body. "That was so erotic and so much fun. Was
it as much fun for you as it was for me, Darling."
"It was great, but that other stud had a tighter, wetter, and
hotter cunt to fuck than I did."
My wife hugged me even tighter. "I'd like to have you in my
bed tonight, Honey. Ok?"
"That's an offer I can't refuse."
"Even if I want to go to the pool area and pick up another guy
so I'll two of you in bed with me all night long?"
"Let's go. Just don't take too long to make up your mind which
guy you want. I dying to get into you."
"What if none of the men want to spend the night in bed with
me?"
"Then I'll find a bi guy and pick him up so you'll have another
man in bed with you."
"Really? Mr. Straight Arrow himself would do that for me?"
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As it turned out, I didn't have to pick up a bi-guy for Paula.
There weren't more than 15 men in the pool area who wanted to
spend the night with Paula. Naturally, she picked a big-cocked
stud who got hard as iron when Paula was teasing him.
"Come on, Babe. Let's fuck," he said to her while I watched.
"No... I didn't come in here for a quick screw, Honey."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Would you like to spend tonight in my bed with me and my
husband? I want two men in me and on me... all night long.
Think you're can handle that?"
"Is you husband gay or bi?"
"He's straight. That's him over by the door. We're leaving.
If you're interested, follow me, Cade."
As we walked toward our stateroom, I had my hand inside my
wife's robe caressing her ass while Cade had his hand between her
legs rubbing her cum-filled, wet cunt. By the time I opened the
door to our stateroom, Paula was boiling hot and humping wildly
against his fingers that were working over her clitoris.
Before I had our door closed, she had dropped her robe and was
pulling off Cade's clothes. By the time I had thrown my robe
over the chair, she was kneeling on the bed sucking his thick
cock, which was about the same size as mine, and we were both
hard as stone.
I climbed onto the bed behind my wife and nailed my rod into
her cunt as she sucked her new stud. Cade held her head in place
and began mouth fucking her. Moments later, we were fucking my
wife fore and aft. She grunted and hummed about his big rod as I
pumped her cunt. The squishing sounds as I churned her juices
and the cum loads she had received at the "lights out" party
filled the room.
"Man... her cunt sounds like it's full of cum," Cade said as he
mouth fucked her.
Suddenly, Paula pulled her mouth off Cade's cock and howled,
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH.... God... I'm cumming... UUnngghhhhh!"
When her orgasm ebbed slightly, Cade moaned, "Oh fuck! I need
to get into her and cum." He rolled onto the bed, his cock
rigidly erect, and yelled at my wife, "Get on me, Paula. Ride me
so I can unload in you!"
She mounted his dick in reverse cowgirl position, and he pulled
her down against his chest so he could hold her tits as he plowed
her pussy.
"AAAhhhhh fuck... your cunt feels fantastic, Paula. Take it,
Honey... Take it! I'm gonna pump the load in!"
"Wait... wait! Please. I want both cocks in me when the two
of you cum. Let me lift up so you can ass fuck me while Gordon
gets his cock into my cunt."
"Ohhh HELL YES! GET THAT HOT ASS ON MY COCK, BABY!"
My wife raised up until Cade's cock had slipped out of her
pussy. Holding the thick shaft upright, she lowered her ass onto
the cum-slickened head and worked it into her anus. Once the
head had stretched her sphincter and slipped inside, Cade pulled
her down hard on his rod and all 8 inches sank out of sight up
Paula's ass.
After he had her firmly impaled on his rod, he once more pulled
her back down against his chest elevating her gaping cunt hole
for my use. I mounted her and drove my rod into her waiting
pussy. Then we began to double fuck my wife.
She shrieked as 16 inches of thick cock filled both of her
holes. In and out... back and forth... when I pulled out, Cade
rammed inside her. When he withdrew from her ass, I drove my rod
into the bottom of her cunt.
Paula came... hard... then she came again. Her howls of
ecstasy filled the stateroom. The mattress groaned under the
force of three bodies pounding up and down on it.
"Can't hold it much longer... You wife is just too hot. Got to
unload in her. You ready, Gordon?"
"Yeah... ready. You ready for two big cum loads, Darling?"
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... big fuck studs... huge cocked bastards...
fucking me like a whore....ooohhhhh SHOOT... SHOOT IT INTO
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... I'M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGG!!"
Cade's cock exploded just slightly ahead of mine. Both cocks
and my wife's cunt contracted again and again as our orgasms
shook our bodies.
Cade went to breakfast with us the next morning. Before we
left for the dining room, Cade had fucked my wife five times, and
I had screwed her three times. We asked her how many times she
had cum... not really expecting an answer. We were both amazed
and pleased when she said, "19 times."
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Homecoming:
The final day at sea, we had a gala party with the women
required to wear garter belts, stockings, and at least 4-inch
heels, but nothing else. It was a three-hour party, and during
the last two hours, the women were required to be sex slaves,
which we thought was only fair considering they had enjoyed male
slaves earlier in the cruise.
The women spent most of the first hour looking over all the
bondage racks and devices that filled the playrooms. By the time
the slave party began, they were all shuddering with a mixture of
fear, excitement, and sexual heat.
I watched with a raging erection while two men put Tracy on a
fucking platform and then lifted her stocking-clad legs and her
arms straight up in the air where they were locked in two stocks.
The position totally exposed her ass and cunt holes for fucking,
and her ass for spanking or whipping.
A third man stepped up beside the platform and pressed his
thick cock into Tracy's cunt. He held it there with just the
head inside her... letting it soak as Art's wife moaned. Then,
slowly, he pushed in inch after inch of his shaft until he was
buried to his balls inside her pussy. He stopped and rubbed her
clitoris until she was moaning with desire. Finally, he began to
fuck her. When it sounded like she was about to cum, he abruptly
pulled his dick out of her cunt and pushed it into her ass. A
short time later, she did cum.
A few feet to the right, a sexy young blonde wife was staked
out on a two-foot high wooden platform. She wore only a garter
belt, mesh hose, and 4-inch, black heels. She was tied in the
standard female missionary fucking position with her calves bound
tightly to her thighs a few inches below her knees and again just
above her ankles and mid-thigh. Her wrists were tied to rings at
the top of the low platform, and her legs to rings near the
bottom, which held them wide open keeping her pussy available to
any one who wished to use it.
As no one was using her hot hole at the moment, I lowered
myself between her gaping thighs and inserted my cock. The woman
groaned as my thick, eight inches penetrated her fully. As son
as I began fucking her, her eyes clamped shut, her mouth opened,
and she began to gasp. It only took a dozen thrusts before her
hips were pumping upward as much as her bonds allowed to receive
my cock when I drove it down into her wet, throbbing channel.
She came with a loud screeching scream. I pulled out without
cumming. Another man was mounting the blonde as I moved around
the room looking for my wife.
On the other side of the room I saw a group of about 8 men
around one of the bound female slaves. As I expected, it turned
out to be Paula. She had been dressed in a tight, black vinyl
jacket with large holes cut out to completely expose both of her
tits. She wore a black, ball gag and 5-inch stiletto heels.
They had bound her wrists together behind her back and attached
them to a pulley suspended from the ceiling which pulled her arms
high in the air forcing her bend over at the waist. Below the
waist, she was naked.
The position put my sexy wife in perfect position for doggy
fucking, cunt or ass. At the moment, one of the men held her
hips and was thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt as she
grunted through her gag. A long strand of cum hung from her cunt
lips, the result of previous fuckings she had received.
I watched until the man ejaculated inside my wife's cunt. When
he pulled out, two more cum ropes formed as his load ran from her
stretched vagina. There was already several small pools of semen
around her feet. As soon as he walked away, the next man in line
moved up behind my wife, fitted his erection into her asshole,
and, holding her hips in place, easily pushed his rod all the way
inside her. He entered her so easily, it was obvious that during
the last hour, she must have been ass fucked several times. I
really wanted to fuck her, but the line was so long, I went in
search of another cunt.
I didn't think it was possible for the women to exhaust all of
the men, but by midnight, none of the men could get hard again.
I personally felt like I might never get another erection I was
so totally fucked out by the six women whom I had screwed.
As were disembarking from the ship the next morning, Art and I
asked our wives how many man they had had at the party the
previous evening. Tracy gave us our answer.
"We're not going to tell that or how many men we had during the
cruise... at least not yet. We're going to let you wonder. The
next time we have a hot party, we'll tell you. That ought to
keep you hard most of the evening."
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Epilog:
Richard's Club was dimly lit as the hot stripper took the
stage. She came out wearing ordinary street clothes, a
tight-fitting dress that came down to mid-thigh, four-inch heels,
and stockings. She made the rounds several times allowing the
men to stare up her dress, and feel her ass through her dress
when she thrust it in their faces.
After ten minutes of teasing, her dress was off and we saw that
the hot bitch wore a demi-bra that didn't cover much of her tits
but just pushed them up and out. Both nipples were exposed, and
both were rigid with her excitement. Her panties were white and
very thin. She was shaved so we could see her slit through the
panties. After five minutes, she had the panties slotted deep
into her cunt slit and ass crack.
Throwing her bra aside, she moved up and down the runway
shaking her big naked tits in front of each man, all of whom felt
them and squeezed her nipples.
When she began her floor work, she went from one man to the
next, lying on the floor right in front of him, lifting her legs
and humping her cunt at him in fuck motions. Almost every man
felt her wet pussy before she finally moved to the center of
stage and pulled off her panties.
Wearing only her thigh-high hose and heels, she again made the
rounds of all the men doing floor work once more, but this time
with her cunt naked. She alternated between lying on her back
with her legs up and back, her knees pressed against her big tits
and assuming the doggy position with her pussy no more than a
foot in front of the men. Before she finished her circuit of the
men, she had been finger fucked a dozen times.
For her finale, she spread out on a cot in the center of the
stage and masturbated herself to an orgasm with a huge dildo.
When she came, her juices squirted high in the air. After the
stripper exited from the stage, there were probably 40 or so hard
cocks in the room and many of the wives who had been watching had
cum as their husbands or dates fingered fucked them.
We had to wait in the bar area sipping our drinks and chatting
about the cruise for over an hour before Paula joined us. She
was still panting and sweaty.
Of course Art and I asked her a half dozen questions about what
had happened after her dance. Her answer was, "I got dressed,
had a drink with the manager of the club who invited me back any
time I wanted to dance, and then talked with one of the other
dancers for an hour just to make the three of you wait and wonder
what was happening."
"Is that the truth?" I asked with a mixture of shock,
disbelief, and wonder.
"Of course, it's the truth, Darling. Would I lie to you?"
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