The Erotic Cruise

The Erotic 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 sensuous, sex-filled, 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 $3,000 per person. So, total cost is a little over $12,000. 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 Tracy 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 wanted it to be 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 cruise, 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."

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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 louse-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. Very 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.


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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."

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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 as his second load pumped into the empty air.

Before Louise would let me leave, she sucked me to another erection and then mounted my hard cock. 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 stateroom. 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, and she couldn’t stop moaning every time all eight inches of my cock filled her pussy. But she's not in your class... not even close, although it was erotic to fuck her while her husband watched and jacked off.”

"Is that so? Well, why didn't you come back to the room and screw me then instead of her?"

"I did... but you already had your legs straight up in the air and spread as wide as possible while some guy was between your gorgeous thighs fucking you and making you howl every time he buried it in you. Besides that 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 black 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 that 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 guy wants 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, and I bet it’s really huge!" 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, Honey. He probably wants to fuck me several times."

"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 with his big black cock, 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. Lift those gorgeous legs higher, Baby. Spread wide open so I can really ram all 10 inches of this black cock into your hot cunt. Spread wider! Now!”

I couldn’t obey his command fast enough. I was as eager to have all 10 inches of his awesome cock inside my cunt as he was to plant it there.

A moment later, my heels were pointed straight at the ceiling where they jerked back and forth every time Daron fucked it into me.

My hot stud held my hips and drove his rod downward into the very bottom of my pussy. He fucked me so hard and so fast every thrust was forcing wild gasps of female pleasure from my lips. When my vagina began contract in hard spasms around his plunging shaft, my gasps turned to hot shrieks.

Daron just held my cunt in position and continued to ram me like a wild stallion. I came a second and then a third time as my pussy throbbed helplessly around his cock. When he felt the hard contractions of my cunt on 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 pleasuring a large, black cock, 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 black stud 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 own 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.

Her cries increased in volume when Rodney slowly pulled his thick shaft out of her pulsing vagina and pushed it into her waiting easily available ass. The big cock stretched her back passage and disappeared into her depths.

"AAAhhhhhhhhhh.... ooooohhhhh... fuck it.... aaahhhh... fuck... uunnnmmmmmmmm!"

Rodney’s hips snapped back and forth in hard thrusts. Every thrust buried his cock balls deep inside my wife’s ass, and each time his balls bounced off the lips of her pussy, a deep moan of pleasure escaped her wide open mouth.

“AAHHH… fuck harder! I’m cumming… FUCK MEEEE!!”

Right in the midst of her orgasm, Rodney jerked he rock-hard cock out my wife’s ass and again slammed it into her cunt. She shrieked even louder.

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! Oh yes! Shoot it into meeeee!”, 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.


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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.

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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 wear outfits appropriate for a female dom. 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 doms. 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 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.

Some of the women would get a guy right to the edge and then stop. After doing this several times, they slowly rub the head of the guy’s swollen, throbbing cock until his load began to bubble out or just run out instead of shooting out in hard spasms. 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. When she had him very close, she stopped and slowly rubbed the underside of his hard erection with one finger.

“Ohhh shit! Jack me off… Please… Jack it!” he begged.

Her only response was to continue slowly stroking him until his cum began to run out the end of his cock like water seeping out of a faucet.

His cum was still seeping out when my wife moved on to another rigid cock and jacked him until he was ready. Again, she finished the guy off with one finger. While that was happening, another blonde pumped my cock until I blew a huge load all over her. At least she allowed me to shoot off like a cannon. 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 slowly teased his cock, her cunt was grinding on his face. Her juices drenched the guy’s face when she came. At the same time, his load began to dribble out of his throbbing cock.

When the women had made every man in the room cum in one way or another, 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.


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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."

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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 for 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 as 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!! AAHHHHH FUCK! I’M CUMMING ON HIS COCK!”

Two of the couples watching were now fucking as my wife continue to howl, "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. After 20 minutes or so, she picked two black, big-cocked studs who got hard as iron when Paula was teasing them.

"Come on, Babe. Let's fuck," one of them 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 the two of you like to spend tonight in my bed with me and my husband? I want three 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 guys are interested, follow me." Both Cade and Jamael hurried after her.

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 and Jamael hefted and stroked her tits. 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 both Jamael’s and Cade's clothes. By the time I had thrown my robe over the chair, she was kneeling on the bed sucking Cade’s thick cock, which was about the same size as mine, while Jamael’s head was between her thighs licking her clitoris.

I climbed onto the bed behind my wife and nailed my rod into her cunt as she sucked her new stud and stroked Jamael.s rod. 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 two cocks in me when the two of you cum. Let me lift up so you can ass fuck me while Jamale 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 Jamael’s use. In a flash, he mounted her and drove his thick rod into her waiting pussy. Then both black cocks began to double fuck my wife.

She shrieked as 16 or maybe 17 inches of thick cock filled both of her holes. In and out... back and forth... when Jamael pulled out, Cade rammed inside her. When he withdrew from her ass, Jamael drove his 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., Gordon. Got to unload in her. You ready, Jamael?"

"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 Jamael’s. Both cocks and my wife's cunt contracted again and again as orgasms shook their bodies.

An hour later, my cock was driving in and out of Paula’s cum-filled cunt while Jamael’s was buried inside her ass. Paula’s deep moans were muted by Cade’s thick cock that was fucking her throat.

Jamael left around 2 AM, but Cade stayed and 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. Jamael had shot four loads inside my wife before he left. We asked Paula 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 soon 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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Story written by RLM. Please send comments to

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