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A cruise? Not my ideal holiday but I'd been talked into it by my wife's sister - "How do you know you won't like it if you've never been on one?" Eventually, the two of them plus my brother-in-law had worn me down and I'd reluctantly agreed. Stupidly, I'd not got involved in the choice of booking and had naively expected a week in the Med. I'd forgotten that my sister-in-law and husband were old hands at cruising and knew all the tricks. She left it right to the last minute before striking. Being retired has many advantages, one of which is that you can go on holiday anytime. That's how I ended up, hands in pockets, staring at the luggage carousel at Miami airport, contemplating 55 nights on a fucking boat. The long flight from London hadn't helped my mood.
My wife Sally, and I have a very open relationship. In fact, we met at an orgy in London when we were both 25. She quite proudly tells our most intimate friends that my first words to her were, "Hi, I'm Mike," as I slid my cock into her ass. With her being bi, she's always had girlfriends around. Halfway over the Atlantic at 35,000 feet she'd squeezed my cock and said, "I know you don't really want to do this but the buy-one-get-one-free offer that Dawn found was too good to turn down. You know you're free to fuck around if you want, I'm going to, just don't let Dawn or John find out."
I had to admit, 55 nights circumnavigating South America for four grand for the two of us including flights was insane. But as I watched the bags start to appear I thought - fuck around? I hadn't seen anyone under 75 yet. Okay, I know we're retired but we're only 59. I didn't mind the travel - it would be nice but emotional to see the Falklands again - but 55 nights surrounded by old codgers with Zimmer frames discussing their latest hip operation?
I consoled myself with a couple of pints in the only bar on the boat that vaguely resembled an English pub, whilst the others went to bed to catch up on sleep. With Sally being a retired PE teacher and me being ex-Army, we believe very strongly in maintaining fit and healthy bodies. At home, we work out or swim at our local health club pretty much every day. Sally's body is incredible for her age and often attracts looks from younger men when in her tight lycra shorts and sports bra. Me? Yeah, I'm pretty fit too.
Sally had said, "Don't wake me," so at 6am I was alone at the ship's gym to sign her up for pilates and yoga classes and both of us for spin classes.
One of the staff showed me around saying, "We're open six until ten every day, do you want me to explain any of the equipment?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, LifeFitness and TechnoGym are the same brands that we use back home." I did my usual warm-up exercises before a ten-mile bike ride followed by squats, press-ups and bench curls. Surprisingly, I had the gym to myself. Although the room was air-conditioned, I was covered in a nice sheen of sweat as I took my 2kg Kettler aerobic dumbbells out of my bag, intending to run three-miles on a treadmill. I was determined not to put on weight on this trip.
From behind me, a female American voice said, "You've brought your own weights on a cruise?" Turning, I saw a strikingly beautiful woman in her early 40s with short auburn hair, Spandex leopard print tights, firm ass and nice B cup tits held in a black sports bra.
"Ah..., yeah," I stuttered, "When you run with those chromed ones they get slippery. These have foam grips."
"Mellisa or Mel, you English?" she asked, holding out her hand.
I nodded. "From Portsmouth. Mike but everyone calls me Dinger," I said, shaking her hand.
"Dinger?" she smiled.
"Army nickname. Surname's Bell. Some nicknames are pretty standard - Dinger Bell, Chalkie White, Swampy Marsh, Dickie Bird, Perry Mason. You get the idea."
"You look like you got here early. I'm just gonna do some squats and then a run, just to blow the cobwebs away. Have you used these machines before?"
Standing close, I took her through the options on the display screen of the treadmill whilst breathing in her feminine deodorant. "I usually do five miles but will probably stick to three this morning," I said, "I'm still pretty bushed from eight hours on a plane."
"I'll leave you to it," she smiled. Fuck, she was hot!
For a minute or so I concentrated on setting up the treadmill the way I like it - imperial measurements, level nine incline, random terrain, 6mph speed which I would gradually increase. As the machine slowly got up to speed I looked forwards. Fuck me! Mel was right in front of me doing squats. Even though I was starting to jog, I felt my cock stir as her tight ass went up and down. I shook my head, increased the speed and began to pump my arms as I gripped the weights.
After five minutes, Mel joined me on the treadmill to my left, slowly increasing the speed until she matched mine. A beep told me she'd increased the speed again. I upped mine. We carried on like that in .1 of a mile increments until we reached 8mph, far faster than I normally go. My legs and arms were on fire as I grabbed a quick glance at her. She was grinning at me and hardly out of breath! As she pressed the control panel for yet another increase I shook my head and hit the cool down button. "You win," I panted as the machine slowed.
"Sorry," she said laughing, "I do around six marathons a year. I was just messing with you. You packed it in only seconds before I would have done." We both slowed to a brisk walk and sipped from our water bottles.
"Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?" said Sally's voice from behind us.
We both stopped our machines as I said, "Sally, this is Mel. Mel, this is my wife, Sally."
As they shook hands, Sally said, "Looks like you've broken him."
Mel smiled, looked Sally over and said, "He doesn't look very fragile to me."
"No, he's not, he's got surprisingly good staying power," Sally smiled back before looking at me. I scratched my right ear and she responded by pressing the index finger of her right hand against her thumb. Our signs. So, we both had the hots for Mel. This could prove interesting.
"Well, it was nice to meet you both but it's time for a shower and breakfast. I hope we meet again soon," said Mel.
"Why don't you join us for breakfast?" asked Sally quickly, "There'll be us and my sister and her husband if they're up. You and...?"
"Thank you but I'm travelling alone and wouldn't wish to intrude."
"Nonsense," said Sally, "Us youngsters have to stick together," which made Mel laugh. "Shall we say the Planters Restaurant at eight?"
The other two still weren't up so it was just me and Sally as Mel approached our table. I heard Sally audibly gasp as we both watched her. It takes class and self-confidence to exude style. Glancing around, I saw that we weren't the only ones watching her stride through the tables in cream shorts with a gold belt, tight white blouse and white sandals with her sunglasses on her head and a thin gold chain around her neck. "Good morning again," she said brightly. As I stood and pulled out a chair for her next to Sally I noticed the Armani patch on the back of her shorts. "Still no sign of them?" she asked.
"No," said Sally smiling, "I think they hit the minibar when we went to bed last night. I see we're finally on the move. Weren't we supposed to sail at dawn?"
Mel nodded, "My butler said they were holding for two delayed flights from Germany. A big wedding party apparently. He said we'll make up the time today."
"Your butler?" I said almost choking on my bacon.
Mel grinned, "Sounds awful doesn't it but I decided to treat myself after a shitty year. I call him my butler but actually I share him with three other staterooms. Very handsome but gay as a trooper, unfortunately."
"Mike's a good fuck if you want him," said Sally, staring straight at Mel, then adding, "So am I."
Mel's eyes widened as she paused her coffee cup halfway to her mouth. Wow!" she said, "Talk about laying your cards on the table!"
Sally smiled saying, "I was watching you in the gym before I said hello. Back at our cabin I had to change my panties and it wasn't due to sweat. Are you not eating?"
Mel shook her head, "I don't normally do breakfast so just a coffee for me. You?"
"I've had my yoghurt and fruit, he'll be ages on his Full English."
"How about coffee on my balcony?" asked Mel, "It seems a shame to be sitting inside on such a beautiful morning."
"That sounds lovely," said Sally with a big grin.
As they stood, Mel said to me, "Stateroom seven, deck two when you've finished."
I looked at Sally. She winked and mouthed, "One hour."
For an hour I wandered the outer decks figuring out where I was and what was on offer but mainly wondering what Sally and Mel were up to. Could it really have been that easy? The odds on the first fellow guest we'd spoken to being a player and a beautiful one at that were astronomical. Or had I misread the situation? No, Sally had been abundantly clear. Mel could not possibly have misunderstood. Just as I was about to head off in search of Mel's stateroom, I bumped into Dawn and John.
"There you are," said Dawn in a floral dress and sunglasses, "We knocked on your door so guessed you must be out exploring, where's Sally?"
"Oh, she's around somewhere," I said, "Finding her way about with an American lady she met. I was just going to check out the pool at the back of the ship."
"We've just come from there," said John, "Looks nice but I imagine it'll get crowded. The pools usually are for the first couple of days as people try things out."
"We're going down to catch the last of breakfast," said Dawn, "See you later."
I went back to our inside cabin, brushed my teeth and went in search of Mel's stateroom. It took me a while but eventually, I knocked on her door. There was silence then Mel's voice said, "Who is it?"
"Mike," I said.
The door opened and there was Mel, stark naked, sweaty and with dishevelled hair. "Come in," she said, "You'll be pleased to know that your lovely wife made me cum three times, big time."
"I expected nothing less," I said, stepping into the room or should I say suite. It was huge with big sliding glass doors which were open and led out onto a balcony. There were two big sofas, a bar, and a huge TV but no sign of a bed.
"The bedroom is through there," said Mel, pointing.
Sally was spread-eagled face down on the bed, covered in sweat with her hair stuck to her back and shoulders. The room smelled of cunt. "I prefer fresh air to airconditioning," said Mel by way of explanation.
Sally groaned and rolled onto her back. There were teeth marks on her C-cup tits and a love bite at the top of her inner thigh. "Fuck," she moaned, "That was some fucking orgasm!"
"Water anyone?" asked Mel, walking in with three bottles of Perrier water, then adding, "Hey, let's all sit out on the balcony naked, we're out at sea, no-one can see us, then I can see if Mike's cock is as good as you say it is, Sally."
Now I know what you're thinking, I'm going to claim to have an eight-inch cock. Well, the average cock is just about five and a half inches so for that to be the average some have to be bigger and some smaller. Mine happens to be bigger at 8.2 inches. I'm not clever or special, I was just born that way. To be honest, it's one of the reasons we get invited to so many swinger parties back home. Plus I'm cut, so it's all there for everyone to see. I was circumcised as a baby so have never known anything else.
After stripping off, I joined them out on the balcony. As I sat, my cock was half hard from thinking about what they had been doing. Sally has a big thing for lesbian 69ing so I was sure there had been some of that. The balcony wasn't huge but there was room for a table and four chairs. Mel watched me as I sat, or watched my groin to be more accurate. "Not bad," she smiled.
"This is our first cruise," said Sally by way of conversation.
"I've been on a couple with my ex," said Mel, "But this is the longest. We couldn't be away from our businesses too long, the bastard."
"Is that the reason for your bad year?" I asked.
She nodded, "Yeah, a very messy divorce. My husband decided that my sexual preferences were incompatible with his political ambitions to become Governor of New Mexico. Thankfully, there were no k**s to worry about. He thought he could just dump me but was unaware that a girlfriend of mine is also a divorce lawyer, a very good one."
"You cleaned him out?" asked Sally.
"No, I just wanted my fair share. We were able to show that I was instrumental in setting up and running both our trucking business and our import business which were both based in El Paso, just over the border in Texas. I also knew about his bank accounts in Panama. I got 50% of everything plus the hunting lodge near Aspen, Colorado which was mine anyway, I'd inherited it from my father."
"But doesn't that mean you still have to work with him?" I asked, "In the businesses?"
"No," said Mel drinking from her bottle, "Doug is from a Virginia banking family. His daddy loaned him the money to buy me out. I'm free and clear with a home and a shit load of money. This cruise is to give me time to relax and think. Money sitting in a bank is dead money, I need to set it to work, I've got a few ideas. I take it you must be retired?"
"Yeah," I said, "We sold our business two years ago but I still dabble a bit."
Mel looked at her green bottle and said, "I know it's still early but we're on vacation, anyone fancy something stronger? There's a full complimentary bar. I fancy a scotch."
Standing I said, "How do you take it?"
"As it comes please."
At the bar, I poured two single malts and a gin & tonic for Sally. For a while, I watched Sally and Mel through the open door. They were sitting very close and Sally was toying with Mel's hair as they talked. "Are your sister and husband players?" Mel was asking as I set the drinks down.
"Good God, no!" laughed Mel, "I get the impression they've not had sex for years. I guess it suits them."
"So they're not aware of your..., activities?"
"No, I'm certain of that."
Mel thought for a moment before saying, "I hope this morning isn't a one-off?"
"So do we," said Sally without looking at me.
"That could present a problem then," said Mel, "Keeping secrets in a country or a city is one thing, on a cruise ship is pretty much impossible."
Sally nodded, "I know. Mike and I have a decision to make but not now."
"Whatever you choose, I'll understand," smiled Mel, "Now, I think it would be prudent to state our preferences. I'll start. Actually, my only real dislike is water play. Other than that anything goes, even being a little roughed up. I guess the biggest turn on for me is verbal abuse and humiliation. I love playing the sub."
"I don't like being restrained or cum in my hair," said Sally, "Or having my feet tickled. My biggest turn on's are 69 with a woman and being spit-roasted."
"I like everything but won't touch a man," I said.
"Good," said Mel, standing and holding her hand out to Sally, "Shall we?"
I downed my scotch and followed them through to the bedroom with a silly grin and a hardening cock. While Sally picked up a discarded scrunchie off the bed and put her hair back into a ponytail, Mel opened a drawer and took out a selection of dildos, vibrators, and a harness. I laughed, "And you thought I was odd bringing my own weights on a cruise?"
"A girl must be prepared," she grinned.
Once she'd put them on a side table I said to her, "Come here."
With a glance at Sally, she walked over and stood in front of me saying, "Yes?"
"Yes, Master," I said in my most commanding voice, "Now kneel."
"Yes, Master," she said, looking up at me as she knelt on the thick carpet. On the bed, Sally was biting her lip and watching intently.
"You know what is expected of you," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said with a giggle, "I am aware of my duties." Gently, she cupped my shaved balls with her left hand and wrapped the fingers of her right around my shaft. On the bed, Sally's hand was between her legs. Seeing me with another woman always turns her on massively. By now my cock was rock hard and the head flared and stretched tight. With a squeeze, Mel slid her right hand upwards, forcing pre-cum to ooze out.
"Mmmm...," she said as her tongue flicked out to lap it up. Then, dipping her head, she licked from my balls to the tip before slipping her lips over my head. Sally moaned as my cock was engulfed by the mouth of a hot woman for maybe the fiftieth time.
For many women, cock sucking is a chore but for some, it is something they crave. Mel fell into the latter category. She worked my cock like it was an object of worship, sucking, licking and rolling her cheek along it, moaning and whispering all the time. "Jesus!" Sally said from the bed.
God, she was good, even sliding my cock down her throat once. Remembering what she liked, I grabbed her hair and began to fuck her mouth. "Go on," shouted Sally, "Fuck the Yank bitch's throat, Mick!"
Those words sent Mel's hand between her legs and made her look up at me. In one thrust I shoved my eight inches straight down her throat, holding her nose hard against my abdomen. She gagged and flailed her arms as saliva shot from her nose. Releasing my grip she backed away coughing as saliva ran down her chin. "Fuck yeah!" she grinned through the tears.
Before she had time to recover my cock was back down her throat and I fucked her hard, bringing my cock almost out before sliding it right down again. Her fingernails dug into my thighs as she gagged, coughed and jerked. This time when I backed out she gulped air as a mixture of saliva and bile poured out onto the carpet.
I was reminded of a woman that Sally and I had fucked at a swinger's party in Portsmouth. Sally had the same idea and got into position on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed. Although Mel's hair was fairly short I was able to grip enough to haul her to her feet and lead her whimpering to the bed.
Sally was grinning as I positioned Mel over her, forcing her upper body down so her face was over Sally's cunt. Sally grabbed Mel's ass and pulled her down onto her mouth. Mel wasted no time latching her own mouth onto Sally. Stroking my cock I watched them moan and 69 before rubbing the head of my cock along Mel's dripping lips. With Sally's tongue lapping at Mel's clit I slid my full length into her surprisingly tight cunt.
Every now and then Mel would pause from sucking Sally's cunt and moan, "Fuck yeah!" Gripping her shoulders I fucked her hard, each thrust forcing her down onto Sally's mouth. I could feel my balls slapping on Sally's forehead. With a cry, Mel came, clawing at the sheets but neither Sally or I were finished with her yet. As she lay panting, I slicked a finger from her cunt juices and pushed it into her ass. "Yeow!" she cried and tried to crawl forwards onto the bed but I held her tight.
Pulling my finger and cock out I walked into the bathroom as Sally continued to work her magic tongue. As I expected, I found a tray of high-end toiletries. I let pass on the hair shampoo, conditioner, body wash and body cream, instead, picking up the ylang-ylang massage oil. In the bedroom, the girls had moved to the centre of the bed, still 69ing with Mel on top.
Kneeling behind her I ran some of the oil down her crack and watched it dribble over her puckered asshole. Using my middle finger I used it to lube her insides. The fact that she pushed back against my finger told me all I needed to know but just to be certain I grabbed her buttocks and stretched them further apart. The message could not have been clearer.
Lifting her head, Mel panted, "Nnnnn...., go easy, it's been a long time."
With Sally watching me as she licked at Mel, I eased an oiled thumb into Mel's ass. Fuck, she was tight. I began to doubt if my swollen cock would fit but Sally nodded. With my cock shining with oil, I pressed the head against Mel's puckered star. Instinctively, Mel clenched. I waited for her to relax before pressing. Nothing, it wouldn't go in. I poured more oil and used my thumb again. With my left hand, I held my cock and pressed as I eased my thumb out before her hole had a chance to fully close.
"Fuck!" Mel cried as her sphincter closed around my head.
I'm pretty certain that there are men reading this who've never had anal sex. Well let me tell you, unless you're fucking the slack-ass of a whore, it's glorious. The woman's anus (and I guess a man's but I've never tried and don't intend to) grips your cock like a thousand tiny hands along its entire length. It's a truly sensational feeling and Mel didn't disappoint. What was she feeling? I've no idea. Only a woman can describe what it's like to have your clit sucked while a big cock reams your ass. From Mel's cries of, "Fuck yeah!" and her hands clawing at the sheets I'm guessing it was pretty good.
Me? What can be better than gripping a sexy woman's hips as you slide your lubed cock in and out of her tight rectum while the beautiful woman you love alternates between sucking the woman's clit and licking your balls? I didn't fuck her hard, just smoothly using my whole length. Mel moaned and twisted with every thrust. Her moans evolved into cries of, "Oh Jesus..., oh Jesus..." as Sally worked her magic.
Mel's orgasm took me by surprise. I'd never seen a woman throw herself to one side, curl into a ball and whimper as her body shook and jerked. It might have been great for Mel but it was eye wateringly painful for me when her orgasmic acrobatics bent my cock. Sally laughed, her face covered in Mel's cream as I held my cock and cried, "Fuck!"
I thought that would be the end of it but Sally crawled towards me saying, "Ooh, poor sweetie, let me kiss it better." Despite my cock having just come from Mel's ass, she gave me one of her trademark classic blowjobs. Whilst I get invited to sex parties for my cock, she gets invited for her looks and oral skills. Ten minutes later she rolled onto her back with her tummy full of cum.
Mel was still curled up and now asleep. Quietly we covered her with a sheet, dressed and slipped out the door.
We managed to keep things secret from Sally's sister and husband, mainly by seeing Mel individually but we did manage five more threesomes with her before we docked again in Miami. In two months time, she's flying over to England for a month as our guest.
My wife Sally, and I have a very open relationship. In fact, we met at an orgy in London when we were both 25. She quite proudly tells our most intimate friends that my first words to her were, "Hi, I'm Mike," as I slid my cock into her ass. With her being bi, she's always had girlfriends around. Halfway over the Atlantic at 35,000 feet she'd squeezed my cock and said, "I know you don't really want to do this but the buy-one-get-one-free offer that Dawn found was too good to turn down. You know you're free to fuck around if you want, I'm going to, just don't let Dawn or John find out."
I had to admit, 55 nights circumnavigating South America for four grand for the two of us including flights was insane. But as I watched the bags start to appear I thought - fuck around? I hadn't seen anyone under 75 yet. Okay, I know we're retired but we're only 59. I didn't mind the travel - it would be nice but emotional to see the Falklands again - but 55 nights surrounded by old codgers with Zimmer frames discussing their latest hip operation?
I consoled myself with a couple of pints in the only bar on the boat that vaguely resembled an English pub, whilst the others went to bed to catch up on sleep. With Sally being a retired PE teacher and me being ex-Army, we believe very strongly in maintaining fit and healthy bodies. At home, we work out or swim at our local health club pretty much every day. Sally's body is incredible for her age and often attracts looks from younger men when in her tight lycra shorts and sports bra. Me? Yeah, I'm pretty fit too.
Sally had said, "Don't wake me," so at 6am I was alone at the ship's gym to sign her up for pilates and yoga classes and both of us for spin classes.
One of the staff showed me around saying, "We're open six until ten every day, do you want me to explain any of the equipment?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, LifeFitness and TechnoGym are the same brands that we use back home." I did my usual warm-up exercises before a ten-mile bike ride followed by squats, press-ups and bench curls. Surprisingly, I had the gym to myself. Although the room was air-conditioned, I was covered in a nice sheen of sweat as I took my 2kg Kettler aerobic dumbbells out of my bag, intending to run three-miles on a treadmill. I was determined not to put on weight on this trip.
From behind me, a female American voice said, "You've brought your own weights on a cruise?" Turning, I saw a strikingly beautiful woman in her early 40s with short auburn hair, Spandex leopard print tights, firm ass and nice B cup tits held in a black sports bra.
"Ah..., yeah," I stuttered, "When you run with those chromed ones they get slippery. These have foam grips."
"Mellisa or Mel, you English?" she asked, holding out her hand.
I nodded. "From Portsmouth. Mike but everyone calls me Dinger," I said, shaking her hand.
"Dinger?" she smiled.
"Army nickname. Surname's Bell. Some nicknames are pretty standard - Dinger Bell, Chalkie White, Swampy Marsh, Dickie Bird, Perry Mason. You get the idea."
"You look like you got here early. I'm just gonna do some squats and then a run, just to blow the cobwebs away. Have you used these machines before?"
Standing close, I took her through the options on the display screen of the treadmill whilst breathing in her feminine deodorant. "I usually do five miles but will probably stick to three this morning," I said, "I'm still pretty bushed from eight hours on a plane."
"I'll leave you to it," she smiled. Fuck, she was hot!
For a minute or so I concentrated on setting up the treadmill the way I like it - imperial measurements, level nine incline, random terrain, 6mph speed which I would gradually increase. As the machine slowly got up to speed I looked forwards. Fuck me! Mel was right in front of me doing squats. Even though I was starting to jog, I felt my cock stir as her tight ass went up and down. I shook my head, increased the speed and began to pump my arms as I gripped the weights.
After five minutes, Mel joined me on the treadmill to my left, slowly increasing the speed until she matched mine. A beep told me she'd increased the speed again. I upped mine. We carried on like that in .1 of a mile increments until we reached 8mph, far faster than I normally go. My legs and arms were on fire as I grabbed a quick glance at her. She was grinning at me and hardly out of breath! As she pressed the control panel for yet another increase I shook my head and hit the cool down button. "You win," I panted as the machine slowed.
"Sorry," she said laughing, "I do around six marathons a year. I was just messing with you. You packed it in only seconds before I would have done." We both slowed to a brisk walk and sipped from our water bottles.
"Are you going to introduce me to your new friend?" said Sally's voice from behind us.
We both stopped our machines as I said, "Sally, this is Mel. Mel, this is my wife, Sally."
As they shook hands, Sally said, "Looks like you've broken him."
Mel smiled, looked Sally over and said, "He doesn't look very fragile to me."
"No, he's not, he's got surprisingly good staying power," Sally smiled back before looking at me. I scratched my right ear and she responded by pressing the index finger of her right hand against her thumb. Our signs. So, we both had the hots for Mel. This could prove interesting.
"Well, it was nice to meet you both but it's time for a shower and breakfast. I hope we meet again soon," said Mel.
"Why don't you join us for breakfast?" asked Sally quickly, "There'll be us and my sister and her husband if they're up. You and...?"
"Thank you but I'm travelling alone and wouldn't wish to intrude."
"Nonsense," said Sally, "Us youngsters have to stick together," which made Mel laugh. "Shall we say the Planters Restaurant at eight?"
The other two still weren't up so it was just me and Sally as Mel approached our table. I heard Sally audibly gasp as we both watched her. It takes class and self-confidence to exude style. Glancing around, I saw that we weren't the only ones watching her stride through the tables in cream shorts with a gold belt, tight white blouse and white sandals with her sunglasses on her head and a thin gold chain around her neck. "Good morning again," she said brightly. As I stood and pulled out a chair for her next to Sally I noticed the Armani patch on the back of her shorts. "Still no sign of them?" she asked.
"No," said Sally smiling, "I think they hit the minibar when we went to bed last night. I see we're finally on the move. Weren't we supposed to sail at dawn?"
Mel nodded, "My butler said they were holding for two delayed flights from Germany. A big wedding party apparently. He said we'll make up the time today."
"Your butler?" I said almost choking on my bacon.
Mel grinned, "Sounds awful doesn't it but I decided to treat myself after a shitty year. I call him my butler but actually I share him with three other staterooms. Very handsome but gay as a trooper, unfortunately."
"Mike's a good fuck if you want him," said Sally, staring straight at Mel, then adding, "So am I."
Mel's eyes widened as she paused her coffee cup halfway to her mouth. Wow!" she said, "Talk about laying your cards on the table!"
Sally smiled saying, "I was watching you in the gym before I said hello. Back at our cabin I had to change my panties and it wasn't due to sweat. Are you not eating?"
Mel shook her head, "I don't normally do breakfast so just a coffee for me. You?"
"I've had my yoghurt and fruit, he'll be ages on his Full English."
"How about coffee on my balcony?" asked Mel, "It seems a shame to be sitting inside on such a beautiful morning."
"That sounds lovely," said Sally with a big grin.
As they stood, Mel said to me, "Stateroom seven, deck two when you've finished."
I looked at Sally. She winked and mouthed, "One hour."
For an hour I wandered the outer decks figuring out where I was and what was on offer but mainly wondering what Sally and Mel were up to. Could it really have been that easy? The odds on the first fellow guest we'd spoken to being a player and a beautiful one at that were astronomical. Or had I misread the situation? No, Sally had been abundantly clear. Mel could not possibly have misunderstood. Just as I was about to head off in search of Mel's stateroom, I bumped into Dawn and John.
"There you are," said Dawn in a floral dress and sunglasses, "We knocked on your door so guessed you must be out exploring, where's Sally?"
"Oh, she's around somewhere," I said, "Finding her way about with an American lady she met. I was just going to check out the pool at the back of the ship."
"We've just come from there," said John, "Looks nice but I imagine it'll get crowded. The pools usually are for the first couple of days as people try things out."
"We're going down to catch the last of breakfast," said Dawn, "See you later."
I went back to our inside cabin, brushed my teeth and went in search of Mel's stateroom. It took me a while but eventually, I knocked on her door. There was silence then Mel's voice said, "Who is it?"
"Mike," I said.
The door opened and there was Mel, stark naked, sweaty and with dishevelled hair. "Come in," she said, "You'll be pleased to know that your lovely wife made me cum three times, big time."
"I expected nothing less," I said, stepping into the room or should I say suite. It was huge with big sliding glass doors which were open and led out onto a balcony. There were two big sofas, a bar, and a huge TV but no sign of a bed.
"The bedroom is through there," said Mel, pointing.
Sally was spread-eagled face down on the bed, covered in sweat with her hair stuck to her back and shoulders. The room smelled of cunt. "I prefer fresh air to airconditioning," said Mel by way of explanation.
Sally groaned and rolled onto her back. There were teeth marks on her C-cup tits and a love bite at the top of her inner thigh. "Fuck," she moaned, "That was some fucking orgasm!"
"Water anyone?" asked Mel, walking in with three bottles of Perrier water, then adding, "Hey, let's all sit out on the balcony naked, we're out at sea, no-one can see us, then I can see if Mike's cock is as good as you say it is, Sally."
Now I know what you're thinking, I'm going to claim to have an eight-inch cock. Well, the average cock is just about five and a half inches so for that to be the average some have to be bigger and some smaller. Mine happens to be bigger at 8.2 inches. I'm not clever or special, I was just born that way. To be honest, it's one of the reasons we get invited to so many swinger parties back home. Plus I'm cut, so it's all there for everyone to see. I was circumcised as a baby so have never known anything else.
After stripping off, I joined them out on the balcony. As I sat, my cock was half hard from thinking about what they had been doing. Sally has a big thing for lesbian 69ing so I was sure there had been some of that. The balcony wasn't huge but there was room for a table and four chairs. Mel watched me as I sat, or watched my groin to be more accurate. "Not bad," she smiled.
"This is our first cruise," said Sally by way of conversation.
"I've been on a couple with my ex," said Mel, "But this is the longest. We couldn't be away from our businesses too long, the bastard."
"Is that the reason for your bad year?" I asked.
She nodded, "Yeah, a very messy divorce. My husband decided that my sexual preferences were incompatible with his political ambitions to become Governor of New Mexico. Thankfully, there were no k**s to worry about. He thought he could just dump me but was unaware that a girlfriend of mine is also a divorce lawyer, a very good one."
"You cleaned him out?" asked Sally.
"No, I just wanted my fair share. We were able to show that I was instrumental in setting up and running both our trucking business and our import business which were both based in El Paso, just over the border in Texas. I also knew about his bank accounts in Panama. I got 50% of everything plus the hunting lodge near Aspen, Colorado which was mine anyway, I'd inherited it from my father."
"But doesn't that mean you still have to work with him?" I asked, "In the businesses?"
"No," said Mel drinking from her bottle, "Doug is from a Virginia banking family. His daddy loaned him the money to buy me out. I'm free and clear with a home and a shit load of money. This cruise is to give me time to relax and think. Money sitting in a bank is dead money, I need to set it to work, I've got a few ideas. I take it you must be retired?"
"Yeah," I said, "We sold our business two years ago but I still dabble a bit."
Mel looked at her green bottle and said, "I know it's still early but we're on vacation, anyone fancy something stronger? There's a full complimentary bar. I fancy a scotch."
Standing I said, "How do you take it?"
"As it comes please."
At the bar, I poured two single malts and a gin & tonic for Sally. For a while, I watched Sally and Mel through the open door. They were sitting very close and Sally was toying with Mel's hair as they talked. "Are your sister and husband players?" Mel was asking as I set the drinks down.
"Good God, no!" laughed Mel, "I get the impression they've not had sex for years. I guess it suits them."
"So they're not aware of your..., activities?"
"No, I'm certain of that."
Mel thought for a moment before saying, "I hope this morning isn't a one-off?"
"So do we," said Sally without looking at me.
"That could present a problem then," said Mel, "Keeping secrets in a country or a city is one thing, on a cruise ship is pretty much impossible."
Sally nodded, "I know. Mike and I have a decision to make but not now."
"Whatever you choose, I'll understand," smiled Mel, "Now, I think it would be prudent to state our preferences. I'll start. Actually, my only real dislike is water play. Other than that anything goes, even being a little roughed up. I guess the biggest turn on for me is verbal abuse and humiliation. I love playing the sub."
"I don't like being restrained or cum in my hair," said Sally, "Or having my feet tickled. My biggest turn on's are 69 with a woman and being spit-roasted."
"I like everything but won't touch a man," I said.
"Good," said Mel, standing and holding her hand out to Sally, "Shall we?"
I downed my scotch and followed them through to the bedroom with a silly grin and a hardening cock. While Sally picked up a discarded scrunchie off the bed and put her hair back into a ponytail, Mel opened a drawer and took out a selection of dildos, vibrators, and a harness. I laughed, "And you thought I was odd bringing my own weights on a cruise?"
"A girl must be prepared," she grinned.
Once she'd put them on a side table I said to her, "Come here."
With a glance at Sally, she walked over and stood in front of me saying, "Yes?"
"Yes, Master," I said in my most commanding voice, "Now kneel."
"Yes, Master," she said, looking up at me as she knelt on the thick carpet. On the bed, Sally was biting her lip and watching intently.
"You know what is expected of you," I said.
"Yes, Master," she said with a giggle, "I am aware of my duties." Gently, she cupped my shaved balls with her left hand and wrapped the fingers of her right around my shaft. On the bed, Sally's hand was between her legs. Seeing me with another woman always turns her on massively. By now my cock was rock hard and the head flared and stretched tight. With a squeeze, Mel slid her right hand upwards, forcing pre-cum to ooze out.
"Mmmm...," she said as her tongue flicked out to lap it up. Then, dipping her head, she licked from my balls to the tip before slipping her lips over my head. Sally moaned as my cock was engulfed by the mouth of a hot woman for maybe the fiftieth time.
For many women, cock sucking is a chore but for some, it is something they crave. Mel fell into the latter category. She worked my cock like it was an object of worship, sucking, licking and rolling her cheek along it, moaning and whispering all the time. "Jesus!" Sally said from the bed.
God, she was good, even sliding my cock down her throat once. Remembering what she liked, I grabbed her hair and began to fuck her mouth. "Go on," shouted Sally, "Fuck the Yank bitch's throat, Mick!"
Those words sent Mel's hand between her legs and made her look up at me. In one thrust I shoved my eight inches straight down her throat, holding her nose hard against my abdomen. She gagged and flailed her arms as saliva shot from her nose. Releasing my grip she backed away coughing as saliva ran down her chin. "Fuck yeah!" she grinned through the tears.
Before she had time to recover my cock was back down her throat and I fucked her hard, bringing my cock almost out before sliding it right down again. Her fingernails dug into my thighs as she gagged, coughed and jerked. This time when I backed out she gulped air as a mixture of saliva and bile poured out onto the carpet.
I was reminded of a woman that Sally and I had fucked at a swinger's party in Portsmouth. Sally had the same idea and got into position on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed. Although Mel's hair was fairly short I was able to grip enough to haul her to her feet and lead her whimpering to the bed.
Sally was grinning as I positioned Mel over her, forcing her upper body down so her face was over Sally's cunt. Sally grabbed Mel's ass and pulled her down onto her mouth. Mel wasted no time latching her own mouth onto Sally. Stroking my cock I watched them moan and 69 before rubbing the head of my cock along Mel's dripping lips. With Sally's tongue lapping at Mel's clit I slid my full length into her surprisingly tight cunt.
Every now and then Mel would pause from sucking Sally's cunt and moan, "Fuck yeah!" Gripping her shoulders I fucked her hard, each thrust forcing her down onto Sally's mouth. I could feel my balls slapping on Sally's forehead. With a cry, Mel came, clawing at the sheets but neither Sally or I were finished with her yet. As she lay panting, I slicked a finger from her cunt juices and pushed it into her ass. "Yeow!" she cried and tried to crawl forwards onto the bed but I held her tight.
Pulling my finger and cock out I walked into the bathroom as Sally continued to work her magic tongue. As I expected, I found a tray of high-end toiletries. I let pass on the hair shampoo, conditioner, body wash and body cream, instead, picking up the ylang-ylang massage oil. In the bedroom, the girls had moved to the centre of the bed, still 69ing with Mel on top.
Kneeling behind her I ran some of the oil down her crack and watched it dribble over her puckered asshole. Using my middle finger I used it to lube her insides. The fact that she pushed back against my finger told me all I needed to know but just to be certain I grabbed her buttocks and stretched them further apart. The message could not have been clearer.
Lifting her head, Mel panted, "Nnnnn...., go easy, it's been a long time."
With Sally watching me as she licked at Mel, I eased an oiled thumb into Mel's ass. Fuck, she was tight. I began to doubt if my swollen cock would fit but Sally nodded. With my cock shining with oil, I pressed the head against Mel's puckered star. Instinctively, Mel clenched. I waited for her to relax before pressing. Nothing, it wouldn't go in. I poured more oil and used my thumb again. With my left hand, I held my cock and pressed as I eased my thumb out before her hole had a chance to fully close.
"Fuck!" Mel cried as her sphincter closed around my head.
I'm pretty certain that there are men reading this who've never had anal sex. Well let me tell you, unless you're fucking the slack-ass of a whore, it's glorious. The woman's anus (and I guess a man's but I've never tried and don't intend to) grips your cock like a thousand tiny hands along its entire length. It's a truly sensational feeling and Mel didn't disappoint. What was she feeling? I've no idea. Only a woman can describe what it's like to have your clit sucked while a big cock reams your ass. From Mel's cries of, "Fuck yeah!" and her hands clawing at the sheets I'm guessing it was pretty good.
Me? What can be better than gripping a sexy woman's hips as you slide your lubed cock in and out of her tight rectum while the beautiful woman you love alternates between sucking the woman's clit and licking your balls? I didn't fuck her hard, just smoothly using my whole length. Mel moaned and twisted with every thrust. Her moans evolved into cries of, "Oh Jesus..., oh Jesus..." as Sally worked her magic.
Mel's orgasm took me by surprise. I'd never seen a woman throw herself to one side, curl into a ball and whimper as her body shook and jerked. It might have been great for Mel but it was eye wateringly painful for me when her orgasmic acrobatics bent my cock. Sally laughed, her face covered in Mel's cream as I held my cock and cried, "Fuck!"
I thought that would be the end of it but Sally crawled towards me saying, "Ooh, poor sweetie, let me kiss it better." Despite my cock having just come from Mel's ass, she gave me one of her trademark classic blowjobs. Whilst I get invited to sex parties for my cock, she gets invited for her looks and oral skills. Ten minutes later she rolled onto her back with her tummy full of cum.
Mel was still curled up and now asleep. Quietly we covered her with a sheet, dressed and slipped out the door.
We managed to keep things secret from Sally's sister and husband, mainly by seeing Mel individually but we did manage five more threesomes with her before we docked again in Miami. In two months time, she's flying over to England for a month as our guest.
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