Here we are again with another sprawling sex-story, this time inspired by the words of someone on this very site who discussed going on a swinging holiday on a cruise.

I don’t know who it was who mentioned that but whoever it was…Thank you.

THE SHIP’S OPEN SECRET

  I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings.  The sunlight beamed in from the balcony and wandered, unhindered, around our cabin.  My wife was still asleep next to me after our first night aboard a cruise ship and so the only company I had were my thoughts on the previous night's aural sexual orchestra from the room next door.

  I’d heard Bob and Betty Gunther, the middle-age couple next door, come back to their room with two friends, giggle, have a drink, laugh sone more and then precede to fuck together.  I’d been lying in bed next to my wife Michelle who was in a slumbering state hearing the noises next door fully hard. 

  I still couldn’t quite believe it.

  When we had met Bob and Betty Gunther (apparently known as the Bee Gees) they had seemed like a nice normal couple.  He seemed like the kind of person who’d invite you round to enjoy a barbecue, and Betty was his albeit attractive, older wife who’d probably have a little too much to drink at said barbecue and have to lie down early to sleep it off.  Not like the kind of people who’d invite you to spend a weekend in their motorbike with them and get naked in front of you.

  Now my thoughts were awash with what might happen between the Gunther’s and ourselves.  Would they attempt to seduce us?  How long had this been going on for?  Would I have to put up with this kind of performance every night?  I wondered how our next meeting with the Bee Gees might go down.

  “Hey, you guys.  You fancy a drink?  We’ve got a variety of sauces here,” Bob begins as I stand up and Michelle sits on the Queen size bed.

  “Have you got Vodka and Diet Coke?” Michelle asks innocently enough whilst Betty sits on the bed next to my wife, revealing a lot of leg and plenty of cleavage in a low-cut dress with a revealing slit going up the side.

  “Have I?  Does the pope shit in the woods?” Bob asked, chuckling at his own joke.  Bob hands over the drink and cheers, which we all respond to before he takes his place behind his wife, peppering the back of her neck with kisses.

  “Hmmm.  I love having my neck kissed,” Betty remarks as she reaches back to rub Bob’s bulge through his knee-length holiday shorts, Bob’s hands moving round to Betty’s breasts as I move over to Michelle. 

  “Oh yeah,” Michelle responds, encouraging the two older lovers, not that they need much encouragement as Betty pulls at Bob’s fly and moves her hand in the gap to fish out his hardening cock, eventually succeeding in dragging it out into the open air.  “Ooh,” my wife coos as she looks at the stiffening flesh.

  “You like?” Betty asks as Bob moves the straps down on Betty’s dress exposing her surprisingly perky boobs to the air, eliciting a childish giggle from her as she looks down at the exposed flesh whilst moving her hand up and down Bob’s dick.

  “Uh-huh,” Michelle agreed whilst grabbing her left breast and moving her hand between her closed legs and starting to run between them.  “Oh God, yeah”.

  As for me I can’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me as Bob massages Betty’s breasts while she grips his tool firmly yanking up and down on it.  My attention is so caught up with what I was watching it took me a second to realise hands are playing with my crotch.  I look down and see Michelle pawing at my belt and zip as she continues to observe the older couple.

  Betty turns to Bob and yanks his polo shirt over his head as he pulls her dress up and over her head revealing a pair of red lace panties only as she pulls at his shorts rendering him naked on the bed.  Michelle moves her mouth around my glans and I feel the delightful warmth over my end.

  “Jesus, that’s nice,” I intone as I watch Bob lean back with Betty, moving his hand beneath the skimpy material and pressing his fingers against her snatch.

  “Mmmm yeah, Bob,” Michelle called out as she moved her hand up and down my length.  I move my hand down to Michelle’s shoulders, lowering the the straps of her dress and bra, freeing her ample boobs as she continues to play with my tool.  I look back over at Bob and Betty and can see the red panties have been discarded as Bob moves his fingers in and out of Betty’s sopping gash with Betty moaning her delight in their kisses.  I decide I’ve also had enough of clothes and remove my T-shirt with Michelle easing her dress down and her bra so only her black knickers remain as her mouth returns to my tool.

  “Oh fuck, ‘chelle,” I breathe in response as Bob latches his mouth over one of Betty’s nipples, taking the flesh into his mouth and clearly enjoying the feel of it.  At this point I can take no more and pull my cock from Michelle’s mouth and push her back on the bed, drawing an excited scream from her as I push aside the lacy black material and slide my tongue inside her wetness whilst keeping my eye on our neighbours.

  Bob is aggressively moving his middle finger in Betty’s pussy as she writhes against his hand, his mouth still attached to her left tit as she squirms beneath him.  

  “I need you in me,” Betty begs as she tugs on his veiny length.  Bob smiles at this as he removes his mouth and moves above his wife, aiming his cock at her lips and smacking it against her, causing more moans of delight before he edges forward and slips it in.  “Oh God, yeah,” Betty murmurs in delight as Bob eases back and forward.

  “This is…Hmmm…wild,” sighs Michelle as my tongue tickles her bean, sliding up her pussy like I’m tasting ice-cream, as I eye the couple next to us, watching as Bob moves himself further up the bed, so he can thrust from his knees.  I wrap my arms around Michelle’s legs so I can secure her moist cleft to my mouth, feeling every sigh and moan.  My wife is watching as Bob fucks Betty till he can take it no longer and pulls at my hands.  She wants me inside her and I’m more than ready to respond, climbing on the bed and thrusting myself inside her.

  “OH FUCKING HELL!” Michelle shouts as I pull back and slam hard into her as I stare deep into her eyes.  I can feel the bed move next to us but my focus is on the woman beneath me, the woman I met when she was eighteen and in college, the woman who bounced on my dick on her nineteenth birthday, the woman I married seven years later, and was now pounding as another couple next to me moan and strain towards their own orgasm, their noises sounding like an audience egging us on as I start to power into Michelle’s glorious cunt, till none of us can take any more, till the only thing left to do is…is…

  “Hey!” Michelle exclaimed, breaking me from my imaginings.  “Are you having a crafty wank?”

  “Er…yes?” I responded, figuring honesty in this case was the best policy.

  “Were you wanking thinking about me?” my wife asked, teasingly.

  “Actually…I was,” I replied, surprised that I could answer this question semi-honestly without getting into trouble.  Obviously I was not going to mention without prompting that my fantasy also involved our older neighbours, but I figured what she didn’t know…etc, etc, etc.

  “I’ll let you off then,” Michelle remarked before she got out of bed and headed to the shower, with me still led in bed, my hand wrapped around my manhood feeling embarrassed over the fantasy I just had.

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  The two of us managed to get down to breakfast and back without seeing our neighbours and I felt extremely relieved over this.  I did not want to think how I’d feel looking at the two of them after hearing their licentious behaviour the night previously.

  After returning to our room we figured we should enjoy the pool with a sunbathe and swim.  I quickly get into my swimming shorts whilst Michelle took slightly longer to get into her bikini (being a guy I didn’t want an argument so didn’t ask why it took longer), when Michelle did emerge it was in a white bikini that held in her stunning bust and hugged her noticeably large hips with drawstring bottoms.

  “Do you think this is too much?” Michelle asked as she spun around showing how much the bikini adored her figure.

  “I’ve got to say, I LOVE it,” I responded, enthusiastically.

  “You don’t think it’s too much, do you?” Michelle queried as she turned this way and that, showing off her tiny waist and plentiful bosom in the process.  “I don’t want to give any of the older folks a heart attack”.

  “If you do, what a way to go, babe!” I joked, receiving a smack on my arm for my efforts.

  “You know what I mean!  It’s not too…raunchy?” Michelle challenged.  I stepped back a second and changed my viewpoint from horny hubby to older viewer.

  “Tell you what…get the see-through sarong for your bottom and a cut off shirt you can tie for your top-half.  With that my wife smiled before rifling through her wardrobe and taking out the necessary accoutrements and posing hands on hips in a come-get-me way that I had a hard time not responding to, but, after some time we were on our way.

  As we got to the deck where the pool and Sun loungers were located we realised we had completely misjudged the couples we were trapped on board with.  Whilst there were some one-piece backless swimsuits, that were still figure-hugging and sexy, many of the older women had opted for bikinis that were about the same or even skimpier than Michelle’s with the guys sporting speedos or budgie-smugglers making the two of us feel overdressed and frumpy by comparison.  We made our way to two spare loungers with Michelle quickly ditching her sarong and shirt and packing them in her bag.

  As we sit down I look around to see if I can spot Bob and Betty but they appear to be nowhere around, however, I do spy a different figure, one very different from paunchy Bob.  This figure is lean, with grey hair and white Speedo’s, heading towards me with purpose.  I recognised him as soon as I saw him but was still dreading the conversation after yesterday and the thorough lack of welcome we got from him.

  It was Terence.

  “Hello.  I don’t know if you remember me from last night.  I’m…”

  “Terence!  Great to see you again!” I replied, finishing his sentence and offering my hand to shake, which he did.

  “Right, listen…erm…I just wanted to come over and say…sorry, for last night,” Terence apologised, causing some genuine shock from me.  I remembered of course that Bob and Betty both referred to him as a sweetheart but he came across as so markedly different from the prickly creature we had encountered the previous evening.

  “Thank you.  We appreciate that,” I graciously note as I finished shaking his hand.

  “I…well I organised this cruise and unfortunately two of our party couldn’t make it,” Terence explained.

  “Simon and Jenny?” I ask, although I already know the answer.  

  “How…yes.  Yes, that’s right,” Terence confirmed, looking shifty in his white Speedo’s that held onto his impressive package tightly, outlining his cock that looked like it was around five inches, flaccid.  God knows what it would be like when angry.  “Unfortunately Simon…got ill,” Terence continued, unconvincingly.

  “Ill?” I checked.

  “Ill,” Terence confirmed.

  “I guess you can’t control when you get ill,” I offered, as a way out.

  “I guess you can’t,” Terence replied, clearly feeling forlorn at Simon’s infidelity.  I wanted to say something to him, to offer him some kind of comfort but found I didn’t quite know what to say so blurred out the only thing I could think to say.  “Well, hopefully by the end of the cruise maybe you’ll think of us as worthy replacements for Simon and Jenny?”

  As soon as the words left my mouth I felt like an absolute klutz.  What a dumb thing to say.  I was there putting Michelle and I forward as adequate replacements for what may well be Terence’s oldest friend.  I wanted to sink into the deck, but instead held my nerve and stared Terence deep in the eye.  We held like that for a few moments before Terence nodded and for the first time during the cruise so far…smiled.

  “I guess we’ll find out,” Terence replied.  

  “I guess so,” said I, matching his smile.

  “If you want any pointers about activities with your fellow passengers, give me a shout.  I’ll be more than happy to help.  See you around,” Terence remarked, wishing us goodbye, turning away and greeting other people on the ship, leaving me confused over what opinion to have of him.  I looked at my wife who had her eyes on Terence’s Speedo-clad Butt.

  “Well at least he wasn’t trying to play the hard man,” I quipped.  

  “I wouldn’t mind seeing him hard though,” my wife quipped back.

  “MICHELLE!”

  “What?  It was hard not to notice,” she replied, sticking her tongue out before fishing out a book she brought with her.  I was about to sit down when I heard something behind me that caught my ever-improving hearing.

  “Because Terence says we have to because of you-know-who?”

  “To be honest I don’t see why we can’t just walk around na…”

  I turned around as their conversation stopped and came face-to-face with what felt like our cruise ship Mum and Dad, Bob and Betty.

  “Hey, guys,” I waved.  Bob was wearing shirts like me so I felt slightly more comfortable, however Betty was wearing a black bikini covering her full bosom, the material either the same size or maybe even smaller than Michelle’s.

  “Morning, M,” Bob greeted me with a reciprocal wave.

  “Morning,” said Betty.  I tried not to let my eyes roam down her fabulous body but that was a challenge I failed miserably.  I’d always assumed that women in their forties and fifties had bodies ravaged by time and childbirth but there were plenty of examples on here that showed otherwise.  Betty had a slight tummy but firm thighs and breasts that looked like they would be worth the risk even for the most lactose intolerant.

  “Good to see you both,” I stammered, regaining my composure.  “As you’re my favourite Bee Gees I’m just glad that you’re ‘staying alive’”.

  Bob chuckled at this whilst both women groaned at my effort at humour.

  “Because if anything happens to you two in this trip…it’d be a tragedy?” I followed on, earning a giggle from Bob and groans from the ladies.

  “Yeah, we’ve not heard those before,” Betty replied as the two of them added their towels to the loungers next to ours.

  “All right, all right.  No more Bee Gees jokes from now on.  You win again?” I joked.

  “MARTIN!” Michelle admonished me.  I held my hands up in mock apology.  

  “That’s it, I promise,” I replied, sincerely.

  “We’re glad to have caught you here.  We weren’t sure you’d be sunbathing today,” Bob remarked as she settled on his lounger.  

  “I always say catch the sun whilst you can when on holiday,” Betty began.  “You never know when it might end”.

  “Wise words, but first I think I might have a couple of Lengths…” I was saying till I got distracted by a vision emerging from the pool.  Long brown hair tumbled like a sheet of water down her back as she exited the pool in a one-piece bathing suit that was gripping her body in the right way whilst she glided out of the pool, grabbing her towel to dry herself off as she walked towards me.

  “Hello, Anne,” I said, trying to seem casual, like my eyes didn’t travel from between her clavicle to her toes and back again for fun.  This woman had the body of a former supermodel and for a moment I wondered what she was doing with a guy like Terence…till I remembered his Speedo’s.

  “Hello, back,” Anne responded, before moving in for another welcome kiss, this time however one hand moved round my back and the other to my hip, with her tongue darting in my mouth seeking out its counterpart as she pressed her body against me, my hips moving against her body instinctively as I responded to her warm wetness pressing against me, her breasts mushing against my chest as the three kisses from the previous evening became six.

  “A-HEM!” Michelle roared as we disentangled, my tongue licking my lips automatically as our mouths left each other.  I turned around to see my wife sitting up on the sunlounger, eyes burning with fury.  Anne walked around me, bent her legs at the knees staring at my wife’s angry face, before her eyes lowered to Michelle’s lips, Michelle, upon realising what was about to happen opened her mouth in shock and Anne took this as an invitation.

  Anne moved forward and placed one hand on the back of Michelle’s neck, holding her in place as she leant in and placed the same tongue kiss she had on me onto my wife, her right hand stroking Michelle’s left breast through her bikini.  For a few seconds Michelle’s eyes remained open before the gently rubbing of her nipple and sensuous, slippery eel of a tongue won Michelle over.

  Michelle closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, her mouth open as she moved her hands forward and tentatively touched Anne’s breasts before Anne moved forward to allow Michelle to get a full handful as Anne gave Michelle far more than six kisses as they lost themselves in the moment, before Anne broke the kiss, a line of saliva drooling from between their lips before it eventually broke, causing both women to wipe their mouths and lick their lips, Michelle clearly spellbound by the power of this intoxicating woman.

  “I’m sorry.  I take it you were worried I wouldn’t include you?” Anne asked in mock innocence.  Michelle stumbled over her mixed emotions, her anger at the kiss I received, the surprise over the kiss she received and clearly her own sense of arousal which was showing through her white bikini bottoms.

  “That’s…yes,” Michelle replied, in mock annoyance.

  “I’m sorry, let me make it up to you by putting some lotion on you.  You’ll burn like crazy in this heat,” Anne suggested, reaching forward and pulling the lotion out of Anne’s bag.

  “How did you know I’d have lotion in there?” Michelle asked, affronted at Anne just dipping in there.

  “You’re on a cruise around the Bahamas.  No-one goes out without taking lotion,” Anne concluded.  We both looked at Bob and Barbara who nodded.

  “Fine.  Can you put some lotion on my back, please?” Michelle asked, lying on the towel and lounger getting comfortable.  Anne moved astride Michelle and unfastened her bikini top.

  “Hey!” Michelle shouted.

  “Do you want me to do this right or do you want to burn?” Anne asked.  Michelle calmed and led back down.  “Very well,” Anne concluded before she squirted the gooey protector onto Michelle’s back and began to spread the lotion over her skin.

  “Hmmm,” Michelle moaned, eyes closed.  I looked up at Anne and saw a wicked grin flash across her features at that moan.  She squirted more lotion on there and started to rub even more, pressing harder into my wife’s muscles, massaging her back, letting the base of her palms dig into her sore areas, causing Michelle to completely relax.

  “How’s that?” Anne asked as she pummelled the muscles around her waist.

  “Mmmm, nice,” Michelle replied as Anne applied lotion to my wife’s arms before moving down to her feet, covering them with lotion and her calves before positioning herself on top of Michelle’s calves in order to concentrate on her thighs.  Anne applied the liquid and applied it from the outside sliding her hands in between her legs and upwards  towards her crotch before withdrawing them, she’d then do this again on both thighs, her hands moving closer and closer to her already wet pussy.   I could see Michelle’s glutes twitch in delight.

  I looked over at Bob and Betty who were watching this spectacle unfold, seeing Bob adjust his shorts as he watched Anne tease my wife, Betty just licking her lips as she looked over.  By now Anne’s fingers were moving ever nearer to the tops of Michelle’s thighs, ever closer to her wet slit, teasing the flesh on either side of her fleshy clam, making Michelle squirm beneath her touch.

  “Still okay?” Anne asked as she moved her hands up Michelle’s thighs till her fingernails were gently pressing on the white damp material between my wife’s thighs.

 “Huuuh, it’s fine,” sighed Michelle, instinctively opening her legs further to give Anne better access. The older woman smile at this as she pressed her fingers into the flesh even more, lifting them at the end of their journey so they pressed against her bikini bottoms even more, drawing sighs of longing out of my wife as writhed on the lounger with myself, Bob and Betty enraptured by the ongoing spectacle till, just like that, Anne sat upright and grabbed the lotion.  

  “Right. Now we need to do your top half,” Anne announced in a way that said this was not a suggestion, but a command. 

 “Oh, okay,” Michelle sighed, out of breath as Anne stood up and my wife clamped her legs shut as if to try and get control of her arousal, but I doubt she was going to be successful. Anne moved to her head and added the white cream to my wife’s chest area.

 “I bet it’s not the first time it’s looked like that,” Anne remarked, provocatively.

 “Well I have had suncream on bef…oh,” Michelle stopped as she caught on to what the wiser seductress was saying to her.  Anne then placed her hands over the lotion, letting it squelch beneath her palms and started to move her hands around Michelle’s bikini covered breasts as she bent over her, moving her hands further and further down Michelle’s body, massaging the flesh, moving further and further the white material of her bikini top, causing my wife to press her lips and legs tight together to fight her heightened sense of arousal as her nipples proudly pointed upwards beneath her swimwear like bullets.  Eventually I could see Anne’s fingers moving beneath her top, moving ever nearer her nipples.  

  Michelle’s stomach was moving up and down as her breathing quickened.  I knew how she was feeling.  I just wanted Anne to pull Michelle’s top up and take one of those nipples into her mouth, watch as Michelle pulled down Anne’s one piece and cupped the breast, moving her face up to meet the subtle brown textured end and take it in her mouth, the two women feasting on each other’s breasts, eyes closed, losing themselves in each other, lost in giving and receiving mutual pleasure, but I didn’t get that.  What I got instead was far better.

  Anne reared up and moved further forward, placing her left knee next to Michelle’s left shoulder and keeping her right leg on the floor, then squirted the lotion onto my wife’s stomach.  Anne leaned forward and smiled at Michelle whose immediate view was Anne’s crotch.  Anne then bent forward and, leaning on her left arm for support, used her right hand to spread the cream all over her stomach, causing my own to flip as I considered where Anne’s hand might be heading.

  Sure enough she began to rub the lotion in a downward motion across my wife’s tummy and down towards her bikini bottoms.  Michelle turned her face from staring up at Anne’s swimwear covered crotch and closed her eyes as Anne’s fingers moved down towards her white bikini bottoms, till her fingernails were touching the edge, eventually moving beneath the material, as she did so my wife bucked her hips upwards to meet Anne’s finger movements until eventually Anne’s hand was going beneath the white bikini to the knuckle.  Michelle opened up her legs and was now thrusting up every time Anne’s fingers delved beneath, looking straight ahead at Anne’s crotch and licking her lips.  I had no idea where this was going to go but had to reach down to…adjust my cock through my shorts in a somewhat vigorous manner as these two women seemed on the verge of tearing off their swimsuits and 69-ing on the deck.

  “Anne, honey,” Terence stated, looking decidedly livid at his wife.  “We need to look at the excursions and who’s doing what and when over the next few days”.

  “UGH!  Now?” Anne asked, her fingers still down my wife’s bikini bottoms.

  “Now!” Terence replied, the annoyance truly creeping in his voice.

  “Fine,” said Anne, sulking temporarily before giggling as she moved to Terence’s side, with Terence’s tone being sufficiently prickly to make me think this time it was Anne being told off.

  “What was that ab…” I began, but did not get to conclude as Michelle grabbed me by the hand and speed-walked/ran me off the deck down through the corridors as fast as possible to our cabin.  As soon as we were inside she tore off her bikini top and bottoms and led on the bed.

  “Get in me, NOW!” yelled Michelle, legs open wide as she ran her fingers up and down her wet snatch.  I was already in the process of removing my shorts and did not need to be asked twice.  “God, I need this?” my wife begged as she rubbed herself furiously as I got on the bed, sliding my cock inside her.  I started to move with her grabbing hold of my waist and wrapping her legs around me.  I started to fuck her passionately but Michelle removed her legs and stopped me mid-movement.

  “No, no, no,” she responded, shaking her head.  You underneath, me on top,” Michelle demanded.  We switched around with her climbing on top of me, grabbing my rod and sinking down on the length, as she faced away from me, eyes closed.  “Oh fucking Hell, yeah,” she cooed as she started to move up and down.

  “I’d that better?” I asked as she controlled the rhythm on my length, moving up and down on my pole, eyes firmly locked shut as she let whatever fantasy she was holding grip her imagination.  I reached up to one of her dangling boobs and wrapped my lips around the teat, causing her eyes to go wide and her mouth to “O” in blissful release as her pussy spasmed around my girth, Michelle’s body trembling in delight as her face reddened under the strain.

  “Oh God, that was a big one,” she moaned as she collapsed on top of me, still trembling as she began to cry in my arms, overcome with emotion.  I hadn’t seen her this way since the early days of us dating and part of me wanted to let her stay there, I hadn’t finished either and this was an itch that needed to be scratched.

  “It was, but I need some relief now,” I remarked.  Michelle lifted her head and smiled, removed my cock from her pussy and slid down my body till her face was level with my meat and engulfed my staff with her mouth.  “Jesus!  I fucking love cruises,” I stated before Michelle’s talented mouth made thinking and talking a lot harder to do as she took one of my balls into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the delicate orb, whilst she jacked furiously on my rod.

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  The two of us fucked like teenagers for the best part of an hour before we returned to the top deck to work on our tans some more and enjoy the pool.  As we settled back on our loungers Terence strode over looking slightly less pensive than he did previously.

  “I’m sorry about what happened before.  My wife can be a little…forward sometimes,” Terence apologised, as he tried hard not to ogle Michelle, whose nipples were poking through her bikini top like two mini lipsticks.

  “It’s fine.  No harm done,” I reassured him.

  “Anyway, as a gesture of goodwill I wondered if you wouldn’t mind joining my wife and I, and a few other guests, at our table tonight in the grand hall, around seven,” Terence stated, almost cheerily.  I looked down at Michelle who nodded enthusiastically.

  “That would be very gracious.  Thank you,” I responded with genuine gratitude which I could see meant a lot to Terence.  “Is there any dress code?”

  “Smart casual.  Jeans and polo-shirt, fine.  Vest and shorts, definitely not,” advised Terence, before smiling and heading on his way to sort out Lord knows what.  I turned to my wife who was raising her eyebrows in surprise at the invite.

  “Well, I guess we must be doing something right,” I offered.  Michelle merely nodded as I opted to get a few lengths in and she opted to get a tan.  The rest of the afternoon was pretty relaxed and we both headed back to our cabin hungry for good company and even better food.  I got dressed in a pair of jeans, white shirt and grey suit jacket I brought with us in case I was at the Captain’s table, with Michelle wearing a long flowery patterned dress that buttoned up the front and clung to her figure exactly where it should do 

and showed just the right amount of cleavage. 

  “Is this okay?” Michelle asked, twirling round in front of me. 

  “Divine. I’m sure the eyes will be on you tonight,” I reassured her as we headed out.  I was determined to land there for seven, figuring that Terence would be a stickler for punctuality.  We entered the dining room and we could see around twenty tables of various sizes and a small stage area of around ten by twenty feet.  I could see the table we were at and that everyone, apart from Terence and Anne, Michelle and myself, would be fashionably late. 

  “Good evening,” we said as we approached the table. Terence and Anne got up to greet us.  Terence was wearing a pink suit jacket over a white T-Shirt and jeans and Anne was wearing a red evening dress with a neckline that was heading down towards her navel and revealed no bra.  Terence moved towards Michelle with Anne moving into my orbit and giving me a kiss with the merest element of tongue. 

 “May I?” I heard Terence ask Michelle, belying his gentlemanly nature. 

  “Sure,” she replied, as Terence leaned in and gave her the most delicate of kisses, soft yet playful, followed by two smaller kisses. 

 The two of them swapped positions with Anne moving in and kissing Michelle again, this time she did not need to be asked and leaned into the kiss with Anne, the two of them very openly necking in front of the other guests. I looked back at Terence who shrugged and looked like he was also about to come in for a smooch, before he stopped and merely held his hand out for a shake.  I felt somewhat relieved at that.  Not because I was particularly homophonic but just out of surprise.

  “Please, sit,” directed Terence.  Clearly he saw himself as master of ceremonies and I wasn’t about to threaten to upstage him.  We sat across from our two hosts, partly so we could see them and partly I guess due to our initial first impression of him.  We chatted jovially enough till Bob and Betty showed up and finally a new couple that were clearly good friends with both other couples called Dan and Pam.

  Whilst the other couples were in their fifties somewhere, Dan and Pam were in their very early forties and immediately brought a younger vibe with them, so much so that we found ourselves drawn to them almost instantly.  Dan was around six foot, clean shaven with spiky dark hair and broad shoulders, he also had an easy-going manner which made conversation a doddle.

  By comparison, at first glance, his wife was anything but the kind of woman you might expect with someone as laid-back as Dan.  Pam had long, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back and wore a shimmering green dress cut off at either side of her waist, complimenting her amazing figure.  It wasn’t until we eased into conversation that I saw the attraction as she had the same awkward way with chit-chat that my missus had and so we clicked together effortlessly, and that was the way the evening was going with Bob and Betty on my wife’s side, Dan and Pam on mine with Terence and Anne across from us, until Anne stood up and made an announcement.

  “Guys, we need to mix things up.  This set-up is boring,” she stated.

  “Us, too?” I queried.  

  “No, this is just how my wife is I’m afraid,” Terence semi-apologised as the other five table guests indulged in musical chairs that left the flavour of the table very different.  On my left going round was Anne, Bob, Pam, Terence (in his same spot) Betty, Dan and next to me, or course, my wife, Michelle.

  “This is much cosier isn’t it,” Anne whispered in my ear as she leant over, her fingertips pressing on my shoulder, the same fingers that had been moving to explore my wife’s pussy earlier.

  “Erm…yes, I guess it is,” I remarked, somewhat flustered.

  “You know what?  We should do a toast,” Anne announced to the group.

  “What shall we toast to?” Dan asked, disengaging from conversation with Michelle.

  “Fun times,” Bob raised his glass.

  “No, that’s too corny,” bitched Anne.  “How about new adventures?” Anne proposed whilst looking at me.

  “New friends, new adventures,” suggested Terence to the group.  Everyone looked at each other and nodded, moving their glasses in to chink together before everyone sat back, each person with a different expression, sone people looked concerned, others blasé, some worried and others excited, but it was Anne’s look that worried me the most.  She had a look of hunger and her stare was on me.  

  After the toast and the drink conversation resumed around the table with everyone chipping in at various points, with people getting more chatty the more drinks were served.  Anne kept getting more touchy-feely, with her hands going everywhere from my arms to my chest to my thighs on one occasion, but she wasn’t the only one.  

  Around the table everyone was seemingly very familiar with each other as the meal progressed.  Bob would lean in close and whisper in Pam’s ear and draw looks of admonishment or giggles in equal measure.  Terence and Betty were very handsy as Terence would get in close to check out Betty’s jewellery with Betty leaning right into Terence’s personal space to really inspect his watch.  And of course Michelle was turned away from me as she and Dan engaged in a meaty conversation that drew lots of laughs from Michelle.

  We were enjoying the dessert menu with myself ordering cheesecake and Michelle ordering chocolate brownie with ice cream.  

  “I wouldn’t mind having that in my mouth.  May I?” Anne asked me.  

  “By my guest,” I replied.  Anne went to grab her spoon but accidentally sent it tumbling to the floor.

  “My bad,” Anne giggled before demurely getting up off her seat and bending at the knees to collect her silverware, her right hand picking up the missing item, her left hand travelling up my thigh to my crotch, which caused me to sit-up instinctively.  Her hand then began to rub at my tool which responded instantly, firming-up Benares her touch before her rubbing turned to gripping my shaft as it hardened between her fingers, all the other guests at the table oblivious as I looked down at Anne as he dress moved forward and I could make out her braless nipples as the material had dropped away, her hand continuing to move slowly back and forth down my ever-growing length.

  “Here it is,” Anne replied before removing her hand, getting up and retaking her seat.  I looked around the table determined to focus elsewhere whilst Anne wiped her cutlery and spied Dan feeding my wife some chocolate brownie with ice-cream.

  “AAAGH!” Michelle screamed as a small piece of ice cream dropped into her cleavage.  My wife leaned back to try and stop it sliding down to her stomach.

  “Allow me,” Dan replied as he quickly pressed his little finger between my wife’s boobs to halt the errant food, drew it up her chest to get the remaining dessert and then held it out for my wife to suck on…which she did, swirling her tongue around his digit to collect the sweet.  Upon seeing that I couldn’t quite work out how to feel, as my wife giggled at Dan’s attention, a heated stare being shared between the two of them.

  “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” the voice announced from behind us, causing everyone to face the small stage area which was now full with a drummer, keyboard player, two guitarists and also two backing singers.  “PLEASE GIVE A WARM ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE WONDERFUL GRETA GABLE!” 

  The gathered guests around the dining room burst into enthusiastic applause, but whilst I was clapping I used this time to whisper in Michelle’s ear.

  “Enjoy having Dan fingering your cleavage did you?” I asked, the jealousy dripping from my voice.

  “Only as much as you enjoyed Anne jacking off your cock,” Michelle whispered sarcastically back.  I looked at my wife to see her staring back, venomously.  She had a point.  I’d been so wrapped up in flirting with Anne I hadn’t even given a thought to how she was feeling, I was so wrapped up in my own enjoyment.  We faced forward, literally and metaphorically facing the music, but what music it was.

  With a voice that transcended genre she sang for two hours, telling stories of hilarious inappropriate celebrity encounters and thrilling the audience with song after song, some covers, some her own, but all worth hearing.  Listening to her one couldn’t help but wonder how many chances she must have blown to be a big star over her lifetime, how many nearly’s but not quite, how many almost but no dice had to have happened to lead her to performing on a cruise ship, but in this instance her loss was the passenger’s gain.

  However as the night went on I noticed something strange.  Whilst the applause was filling the room at the start of the singer’s set, then over the course of her set the applause got much, much lower till, by the time she had finished, there was nothing but a few scattered groups of three, four or five people on a few tables.  In fact at our table, apart from ourselves, only Terence remained with everyone else seeking entertainment elsewhere.

  As the lights came up we announced we were heading back to our cabin to Terence who bid us farewell and, drink in hand, proceeded to make his way to one of the other groups remaining with my wife and I heading out to one of the various walkways to have an argument.

  “I didn’t like how close you were getting to Dan,” I started.

  “But you didn’t mind when it was Anne?” Michelle hit back.  This was true.  I had watched the two of them together and had no problem with it yet here I was getting picky.

  “That’s different and you know it,” I replied, trying to deflect.  “Anne wasn’t touching my skin.

  “And Dan wasn’t stroking my genitals,” Michelle fired back.

  “Ha ha ha!  You guys are SO naughty”.

  Michelle and I looked at each other as those words were NOT spoken by either of us.  We edged around the deck, past the pool to the hot tub and there, sat on the edge of one of the tubs, frothing away, was Pam, one of the new people we had met tonight who seemed to have such a healthy relationship with her husband, however her husband was not with her.  Either side of her were two guys, one looked to be a little older, the other a little younger.  The younger guy was black and the older guy with a silver beard was white.  Both guys were down to their underwear however Pam merely had her green dress pulled up to her waist as her legs kicked in the water.  For a minute Michelle and I just looked at each other and shrugged before bending down so we could see without being spied back before looking back at the threesome.

  “Maybe you should get naughty too?” The older guy said as he kissed Pam’s shoulder, his hand moving over her dress-clad stomach.

  “If we are all equally unclothed the possibilities are endless,” the black guy said with a thick regional accent.  Pam smiled and looked slightly the worse for wear but not hammered.  Pam then stepped forward and, grabbing at the hem, pulled the dress over her head.  Whilst she did this both guys stepped out of their underwear, both of them fully erect as they marvelled at Pam’s trim body as she giggled at the sight that greeted her as she wobbled in her black underwear.

  “So, I guess I’m still overdressed then,” Pam observed, before moving her hands behind her back and unclasping her bra and stepping out of her knickers before resuming her seat between the two guys, but all three of them now being naked.  My attention was completely caught by what was happening till I felt my sleeve being tugged.

  “OH MY GOD!” Michelle mouthed.  

  “I KNOW, RIGHT!” I mouthed back before we looked back at what was going on.  Both guys were kissing Pam’s neck and shoulders as their hands stroked her oval, subtle boobs, her hand wrapped around each of their impressive appendages, head back, eyes closed as she enjoyed the attention.  The black guy bent his head down and took the left nipple into his mouth as the older guy moved his hand between Pam’s spread legs.

  “I can’t believe this,” my wife whispered.

  “We should probably wait and see what happens…so we can tell Dan,” I helpfully whisper back.  My wife thinks for a moment before responding.

  “Agreed.  At least then we can tell him in full what happened,” Michelle reasons, following my logic to the letter.  With that resumed watching the situation unfold with both men now latching on to Pam’s tits like hungry twins as Pam’s hand movements around their tools had intensified, before the silver-haired gent moved back and kissed Pam before she moved her face down and started sucking on his girth, causing him to rock back in appreciation.  Meanwhile at the other end, Pam’s newfound friend stuck his face between her legs, feasting on her slit, whilst prising her cheeks apart, before he moved his hand on top of her arse and out of sight.  I was wondering what he was doing till she took white-haired guy's cock out of her mouth.

  “OOH!  How did you know I enjoyed having a thumb in THERE?” Pam asked with a cheeky smile.

  “I didn’t.  Thought I’d take a risk,” he replied as he moved his face and we could see him thumbing her butt before he put his face back in place, licking her damp fleshy oyster, clearly twirling his tongue around the pearl as Pam writhed against his mouth, whilst moving her own up and down silver guy’s length, before she removed herself again.

  “Oh my God!  So good, SO good!” Pam exclaimed as we watched the three-way tryst continue.  I reached down to adjust myself and turned to face Michelle, who had her eyes glued on the threesome and her hand moving rhythmically between her thighs, as she moaned quietly.  I decided she had the right idea and looked back at the spectacle myself.

  Pam was now massaging the sitting guy’s dick whilst they kissed and he massaged her boobs.  At the other end Mister Ass-thumb was still causing havoc with his tongue and digit, before Pam changed position again, elected to straddle the seated cock with her back to him, and reaching down, sank herself on his staff.

  “OH, that’s a nice cock, there,” Pam sighed as she started to ease herself up and down on the guy’s schlong, flicking her hips up as she rolled up and down on his crotch.  The other guy was left there just tugging on his end before he stood up and moved his tool to Pam’s face.  She gazed up at the guy and smiled before gripping his cock and wrapping her lips around it.

  “Holy shit,” Michelle whispered, as she continued to rub herself, her other hand now on her tit as her breath quickened.

  I looked back at the three people, Pam was bouncing harder now on the silver-haired guy’s rod, her face and chest flush as she gobbled on the other guy’s fuckstick.  You could tell looking at the way her eyes were lolling back in her head she was reaching the finish pretty quickly, she was so turned on.  We watched as she moaned and sighed through the swallowed meat until eventually she let it pop from between her lips.

  “HOLY FUCK!  HOLY HELL!  OH MY GOD!  YEEES!” Pam screamed, as she came in the guy’s lap. The younger black guy was continuing to pound his staff and he started to twitch seeing her orgasm like that.

  “Oh, yeah.  Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna…” and with that his hand flurried over his tool till he directed his end at Pam’s mouth and tits, depositing loads on both.  “Oh fucking hell!”

  “You’re turn now, Steve," Pam remarked, I assumed this was directed to the guy who was sat down as she detached herself from him and merely sat there on her knees, mouth open awaiting the guy’s seed like a good girl.  It didn’t take him long before he shot his load into her mouth only, leaving no spare for her already covered breasts.

  "You guys fancy some seconds?" Pam said, grabbing both by the tools as she bounced up and began seductively kissing both guys again.  I was ready to watch some more, but I felt my wife tugging at my sleeve.

  "Come on!" Michelle whispered as loudly as she could. We both hurried away from our bolthole and back down the decks so we could talk privately.

  “I can’t believe Pam would cheat on Dan like that?” Michelle spluttered.  My mind was swimming with the images of what we just saw, a sense of moral duty all colliding with the phrase “snitches get stitches”.  “We have to tell him!” She continued, a sense of moral fortitude reflected in her tone, but I also suspected some joy in telling Dan his gorgeous wife was screwing other men.  

  We coursed through the ship on a hunt for Pam’s unfortunate missing husband but failed to locate him, going through the bars were people would see us and hush their conversations or we’d see people hunched close together looking somewhat weird in dark corners, like they were sat too close together to be comfortable with hands beneath the wood, however eventually we saw him walking away from us.

  “D…” Michelle started to shout but I covered her mouth, earring a reprimanding glare from her.

  “Look,” I whispered loudly.  On either side of Dan two women were walking with him as he reached around both of them and grabbed their backsides, taking turns to bend down and kiss both of the women with him and not mere pecks, these were full-blown luscious kisses.  All three figures stopped at a door and Michelle and I were at risk of being exposed so I quickly turned her to me, wrapped one of her arms around me, pulled her close and started making out with her.

  “GET A ROOM, YOU TWO!” Dan shouted, seemingly oblivious to the fact it was us he was speaking to.  We heard all three of them kerfuffle into the cabin and we turned to spy over but all we saw was the door slyly and quite-quietly click shut.

END OF PART TWO

Oh my word!  What is happening with Dan and his new friends?  Why are guests in strange groups close together?  What will Michelle and Martin make of the shenanigans of their fellow, filthy, rapscallion passengers?  All will be revealed in the next chapter.