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Wife fucked hard by stranger on cruise ship

The first time was so exciting that we couldn’t wait until we had a chance to try it again. It's all we talked about for weeks after it happened in a San Diego hotel. It was such a hot fantasy fulfilled, that we fucked each others brains out dozens of times in the weeks following, with the catalyst each time, being the memory of that incredibly hot night! We knew we could do it better the second time around, but in order to even give it a try, we had to be staying in a nice hotel. Let me explain what I'm talking about.

The next few paragraphs are taken from my first story,
“My Wife Picked Up In A Hotel Bar”. I'm using this to explain how the whole idea got started, and how it progressed from there.

The explanation
I always loved the stories I heard about a husband and his wife going into a bar where she sits by herself at the bar, and the husband sits nearby to secretly observe while men hit on her.
I liked them so much, that I told my wife how that particular scenario had actually become one my most intense fantasies.
All I did was think about it for several years, until my wife, Ann actually pulled it off one night in San Diego. We were down there for her to be one of the bridesmaids in a friends wedding. We were staying in one of the hotels in the Gaslamp District. We always shared our fantasies, so like I said before, she was well aware of my bar pick up fantasy, and we had even played it out a few times before when we stayed in hotels. I would find a nearby, but discrete place to sit and observe, while she went up to the bar. As a 28 year old, gorgeous blonde, Ann was very good at flirting, and we had fun with the roll play game. It usually stopped with no more than her flirting with some lucky guy, but she would always get very wet from all the strange men wanting to fuck her. Each time we played that game, Ann seemed to be allowing it to go a little further, and the last time we did it, she even let the man she was talking with, finger her pussy discreetly while at the bar. She was so horny, and her pussy was dripping when she walked away from that guy. She eventually made me look like a stud when she came back to the room with only me. I could already tell, this night was going to different! When we reached the entrance to our hotel bar this time, I had a strong feeling that something could possibly happen. Ann somewhat confirmed what I was thinking when she said, “Are you sure you’re ready for whatever happens, cause I'm fucking horny tonight!” I told her to go for it, if she wanted to. Ann walked in first, with me only a few seconds behind.

Ann’s first stranger
And that night was different, because Ann didn't stop with the sexy flirting at the bar. She actually went through with it, taking a stranger back to our room. That’s where I secretly watched them fuck each other, until their combined cum was all over both their bodies. If you're curious about the rest of the nasty details, please read the first story. Anyway, it was so fucking hot, we couldn't wait to do it again.

What we learned
There were three interesting things we had realized about ourselves by then. I had shared Ann several times before, but that was always with my best friend Bob, never a complete stranger. Most of the times Ann and Bob fucked, we all knew it was going on, and in fact several times it was a threesome, But the first two times she was with Bob, I had watched them fucking secretly. Or I should say, it was a secret to Bob. Ann loved participating in the planning to help it happen just the way we fantasized about it, so it was no secret to her. The reason that watching them secretly those times is so important will become apparent in a minute.

It's almost an understatement to say,Our sex life would catch fire in the weeks following one of our adventures, and that intensity became an irresistibly intoxicating addiction. We had to have it, and we had to make it a little more erotic, and risky each time. We were already fully aware that Ann was an exhibitionist, and I was a voyeur, so we knew that was the underlying motivation to do these crazy things, but the first realization occurred, when it became clear that these out of the ordinary sexual adventures had become something we craved so intensely, that we had become a team, plotting together to make them hotter each time, and neither of us wanted to stop. Sometimes we spent hours thinking up small things we could do to make the experience even hotter. I'll tell you about a couple of them later.

The second thing we realized, was virtually every time one of us brought up one of those sexual memories to get the the other fired up, and horny as fuck, The vivid mental images of Ann doing everything imaginable with another man came from one of the times when I was watching secretly. The first two times with Bob, and most recently, the guy in San Diego were clearly the episodes that turned us on the most. But then It made perfect sense after we talked about it. When the men weren't aware of the husbands presence, they were much bolder, and forceful. No matter how much I reassured Bob, or any other guy in the future, that it was cool with me for them to do whatever they wanted to with Ann, they still treated her like my wife that they were being allowed to share. On the extreme other hand, when they believed that they were totally alone with Ann, she was no longer anyone's wife. She was their private slut to use however they wanted to, and the uninhibited, aggressiveness in the things they said to her, but more importantly, the things they did to her sexually, took a leap of several magnitudes.
We frequently used talking about one of the hot adventures to get the other one fired up, and horny as fuck. It became obvious, the reason Ann or I always picked out one of the times when the man fucking my hot wife, thought he was alone with her was easy to see. It was because she got fucked harder, longer, and in much nastier ways, when the man fucking her, or jamming his cock down her throat, didn't know he was being watched by her husband.

Our third realization doesn't require much explanation. Our first wife sharing, or swinging if you prefer, had occurred with our longtime friend, Bob. It was hot, fun, nasty, and exciting, but neither of us had any idea how much the sexual fire would explode in intensity when we involved a complete stranger in our game. When Ann seduced our very first stranger in San Diego, the things he did to her, turned her on more than good old Bob ever could have. My sexy blonde wife admitted that the mere thought of meeting a man one minuet, and having his cock down her throat, face fucking her, and demanding, “Suck my cock whore!” a few minuets later, woke up the slut in her.
I think all women have an inner slut hiding inside, always trying to get out. some women never let it get out, while other women like Ann just need a little outside push to start the escape. The inner slut that lives within Ann is a horny, no limits cunt that will do just about anything for cum. Her own, and as much of his as she can get.

The decision to do it again
So with our very exciting, first time with a stranger event, a few months behind us, we found ourselves craving a new erotic adventure, and not knowing exactly what to do. Experience told us it was never a sure deal to just show up at a nice hotel for no other reason, so we didn’t want to waste money trying that way.
It was Ann who came up with the brilliant plan where we couldn’t loose. Ann had never gone on a cruise ship before. I had taken several, and I’m sure my descriptions of the fun times I had experienced influenced her thinking. One particular cruise line that I won’t name, had always stood out to me as the one that typically had a younger, and defiantly wilder crowd. They even called themselves “The fun Ships.” We booked a week long cruise to Mexico with the mind set that we would go have a relaxing, and fun trip. If by chance some guy happened to fit into another hot, sexual adventure, that would be icing on the cake.

Boarding the cruise ship
July 15th finally came around, and it was time to take our cruise. We had booked the cruise pretty late, so there was a scarcity of cabin choices, except for the expensive ones. After considering our options, I finally said fuck it, and sprung for one of the super nice Vista suites. It would end up being a great decision.

For those of you who have been on cruise, you probably remember what the standard rooms are like. For those of you who have not been on a cruise, you can visualize a standard room by imagining that someone puts a set of bunkbeds, and a bathroom inside a large phone booth. It's pretty cozy! This was my first time to have a suite, and we were both very pleased with it. I'm going to describe it just a little, because it's important to what we did, and what happened later.

If this next section is too boring, or painful to read, I have posted a gallery with the title “Cruise Ship” which has a few captioned pictures of the places, and sexual activities referred to in this story. Each picture has a number in the lower right-hand corner. As I write the story, I will occasionally refer to a picture that illustrates what I'm talking about by stating (See Pic # ?).
Most of the pictures are from the internet, so the cabin pics are not necessarily our exact cabin, but the furnishings, and layout are identical. When it comes to the fucking, and sucking pictures, with only one exception, the pictures of sexual activity are not pictures of Ann, but I looked, long and hard to find pictures that accurately represent what I was actually watching, as it happened to her. The final picture is Ann’s leaking pussy, after her hard fuck with the stranger. I hope they will enhance your enjoyment of reading this story.

The Vista suites are at the very back of the ship, and known for their extremely large outdoor decks. (See Pic 1) Even a large suit on a cruise ship is a compact space. As I recall, the Vista suites were around 250 ft.² When we arrived at our cabin, our cabin steward introduce himself, and swung open the door. (See Pic 2) Ahead of us was a short hallway that opened into our small living room, containing a sofa, two upholstered chairs, and coffee table. The back wall was all floor-to-ceiling windows with a wide deck outside. Serving as the left wall, was an entertainment center which had a bar, a desk, and a flat screen TV. There were doors on both sides of the entertainment center, leading to the rest of the cabin. The door on the left, gave access to a vanity room with lighted make up mirrors surrounding three sides of a surprisingly large, built-in desk. If you were seated on the upholstered makeup stool, directly behind you were two more doors. One was the door to a nice double sink bathroom, with a large shower, the other door gave access to a reasonably spacious walk-in closet. The very closet that I would hide in, not too far in the future.

One step through the door at the far end of the vanity room, and you were standing at the side of the king size bed. (See Pic 3) The distance from the walk-in closet, to the bed was only about 6 feet. If you were standing in living room, and both doors to the vanity room were open, the bed was fully visible. (See Pic 4)
The door on the right side of the entertainment center, opened to a passageway with the large sliding glass patio door, and more floor-to-ceiling windows along the right side of the passageway. Outside those windows was more of the same wide deck. At the far end of the passageway was a second door to the bedroom. Only one step through that door, and you were at the foot of the bed. I would end up there before our adventure was over.

The cabin was great, but that deck was spectacular. This suite was at the rear corner of the ship. Our deck went a good way across the back of the ship, and then turned to go several feet up the side of the ship. It was around 7 feet wide, and I estimate 30 feet long. It was furnished with tables and chairs, as well as numerous chase lounges, and was totally private, unseeable by anyone. Once the cruise was over, Ann and I commented that we needed to take another cruise to see what the rest of the ship looked like. With the fantastic room service available, and the warm weather, getting even warmer as we sailed south, we rarely put on clothes, or left that awesome deck.(See Pic 5)

Bon voyage
And so, at 4 PM on Saturday, the big ship sailed out of Long Beach with us sitting on our deck. I think it was probably around 4:18 when Ann felt we were far enough from the docks, to strip naked, then unzip my shorts, and begin the first of many expert blowjobs she would give over the next seven days.

We were so relaxed, and our accommodations were so enjoyable, that the adventure we had been so fired up about was momentarily forgotten. We never left our cabin that evening, or half the next day. There was a dress code in the dining room, but we were enjoying our own dress code, and excellent room service meals.

Finally, Sunday afternoon, Ann wanted to take a look around the ship so we went exploring. This thing was like a city, with shopping malls, a Huge theater, and dining areas everywhere. There were at least 8 to10 separate bars, ranging from large areas that you had to walk-through as you traversed the ship, to small intimate nooks one could hide in, and have a drink. Each bar was themed in a completely different way. Some were indoors, some were outside on open decks. Some of the bars were bright and airy, while others were dark and cave like. Depending on the time of day, only certain ones were open in a normal sense, but the doors were never locked. If one of the bars wasn't officially open, you were still free to hang out for as long as you wanted to. A roaming bartender might pop his head once in a while to see if anyone was in there, and if they needed anything. Other than around the swimming pool areas, I never got a sense of a crowd.

Ann spots the stranger she desires
As our tour continued, it was one of the swimming pools that caught Ann’s attention, and finally started the sexual ball rolling. The adult pool area was packed with people of every description, but generously dotted with some damn good looking men that Ann began pointing out to me. Some were in the pool, but most of the guys who caught her eye, were working on their tans, as they kicked back on one of the hundreds of lounge chairs surrounding the pool. The pool was open to the sky, but a higher deck which was also covered in lounge chairs, surrounded the pool deck, and had an excellent view from above. As Ann was scanning the hard bodies, I asked her if she saw anyone that looked interesting. I asked her the question, because even though she was scanning, she seemed to be repeatedly stopping on one particular guy. He was getting a closer investigation than the rest. Her feisty answer made my dick twitch a few times as I pictured what she said. She pointed at the guy I suspected and said. “I wouldn’t mind having him spend a little quality between my legs. Look at the bulge in his swimsuit. He’s either trying to smuggle a stick of pepperoni to his cabin, or he’s hung like a pony! Lets go to the cabin so I can change into a swimsuit.” That look was back in her eyes, and I knew this could get exciting!

Outrageous seduction attempt
A few minutes later, we were headed back to the pool. Ann had chosen a shimmering, light blue, or pale turquoise Bikini, that hadn’t required a great deal of the thin material to manufacture. It wasn't a thong bottom, but the material covering her shaved pussy couldn't have been more than 1 inch wide at the crotch, and it was unlined. Any man who didn't notice the hot cameltoe Ann was walking around with, would have to be dead. The same was true of the bikini top, as far as being unlined. Ann doesn't have huge tits, but they are large C cups, perfect in every detail. As she strolled into the pool deck area, I was positive that it had to be some nasty thoughts Ann was having, rather than the temperature, that made her nipples look like they were trying to rip through the flimsy fabric. She looked fucking hot, and her entrance caught the attention of every man she walked near.

It was getting later in the afternoon now, so much of the crowd had cleared out. At least enough so that Ann could find an open lounge chair where she wanted to position herself. I made my way up the stairs to the deck above. Once Ann was seated, I chose my perfect voyeur perch, and excitedly waited to see what my very hot wife was going to do. Ann chose a spot directly in front of the guy, no more than 10 feet away, and turned her lounge chair so it was facing his. I was sitting with the sun to my back, and directly to the side of them. With the great lighting, and my unobstructed view from above, I could see their entire bodies, but more importantly, I could observe both their faces.

My horny wife didn't waste any time getting a line in the water as she fished for her next prey. She was damn good at choosing the right bait too. Ann turned her back to our stranger, then straddled her lounge chair with one foot on each side. She shook out her large beach towel, then bent forward at the waist to start arranging it until she had it smoothed out perfectly.
This took quite a while, and of course bending over that way had pulled the Bikini tight enough to look like she had painted her pussy blue, instead of wearing a swimsuit. You could see every fold, with her labia clearly defined, and an unmistakable little bump where her clit was getting stiffer by the second. When Ann gets aroused, Her beautiful clit starts to engorge with the extra blood flow, and increase in length, just like a little penis. When that happens, it gets too long to be contained by her pussy lips, and pokes it’s head up to be seen. Ann clearly had some nasty slut thoughts raging in her mind, because her clit was protruding like a little cock.

Ann’s provocative display had caught the attention of several men who were gawking at her. They in turn, were poking their buddies who hadn’t noticed yet. As an exhibitionist, Ann loves this shit, and the voyeur in me was starting to get charged up as well. All these men were drooling over my hot wife, but none more so than her target. I don't think he even blinked his eyes while she was bent over. Our guy went so far as to sit upright, and then lean forward just to get centimeters closer to her. His eyes remained transfixed on Ann’s film covered cunt like a tractor beam until she finally finished her task and turned back to sit down. I also noticed, that throughout Ann’s seductive display, the stranger had been gripping the area of his elastic swimsuit where she had pointed out the bulge to me. It looked like he was trying to hide it out of embarrassment.

When Ann turned back and sat down, the aroused man was still so mesmerized that for a moment, he forgot to stop staring. She looked him square in the eyes, and gave him a very flirtatious smile. I almost broke out laughing at what happened next. When he realized they were making direct eye contact, instead of acknowledging her smile by smiling back, he quickly diverted his gaze in a different direction, trying to act like he didn't notice the beautiful woman smiling at him. The poor guy looked like he had stolen something. For the next several minutes, Ann played a subtle game or hello, by sliding her ass lower down on her lounge chair, and lifting a magazine to block her face. When she noticed where I was sitting for the first time, she looked up and mouthed the words, “Is it working?” When I gave her a big thumbs up, a huge smile stretched across her face, then Ann, still behind her magazine, stuck her tongue out and wiggled it side to side. I couldn't decide if she was indicating that she wanted her pussy eaten, or wanted to rim his asshole. She loves both, so it could have been either one, but there was no doubt she was getting hornier by the minute.

During the time Ann was playing her enticingly subtle game,
I had been assessing this fellow she selected. She had always been attracted to older men. I'm 10 years older than her, and her newest lust interest, appeared to be couple of years older than me. I guessed his age at 38 to 40, and there was no denying that he was a very handsome guy. He was as tall as I am, at about 6’ 2”, with a nicely cut body, and sandy brown hair. A decent tan made him look pretty damn appealing. Overall, sort of a clean-cut, Marlboro man look. Ann sure knew how to pick them, and it didn't surprise me at all that she had focused in on what was a noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. He was trying so hard to not stare at Ann constantly, but not doing a very good job. Every few seconds his eyes were back on her sensuous body.

Ann was beginning to scoot her butt around on her chair the way everyone does when they've been sitting in the same position too long. She tried it this way, then she tried it that way, and finally seemed to get comfortable by lying almost flat on her back, with her feet up on the lounge chair near her hips, and her knees raised. As my wife relaxed into her new comfortable position, her knees drifted apart several inches, which once again gave our friend a perfectly framed, direct view of her almost naked pussy. I was watching him more closely than I was her, and the look on his face told me something was different. His hand had gone back to his cock again, and this time he couldn't help himself. He was trying not to be seen, but the dude was rubbing his cock.

One look back at my wife, and I could see what got his motor running so hot. There between her legs, in the exact spot that any fool knows is the opening of her tight love hole, was a wet spot the size of a quarter, and visibly growing. The pale blue material was turning dark with her lustful secretions. It would only be a few more minutes before we started to lose the sun, and most of the people were gone now. She had been teasing him for more than an hour, but she hadn’t looked at him again after that initial eye contact. I was beginning to wonder if she was changing her mind.

My answer came seconds later when Ann, who was still reading her magazine, reached between her legs to adjust her suit. Everybody does it to get comfortable, but Ann’s adjustment seemed to be more difficult than what you normally see. It was probably because of the vey clingy nature the material, but it required her to slip a finger under the leg band, and then pull it several inches away, and to the side of her snatch before letting it snap back in place. Each time she did this adjustment, Ann’s delicious pink lips went on totally bare display for several seconds, (See Pic 6) and protruding from the middle of that kissable lady part was her most suckable clit, sticking out as large as a fingertip. He and I could both see that she was struggling to get it fixed, because she had do it seven, or eight times, and every time this poor uncomfortable woman tugged her suit away from her pussy, an exquisite string of viscous girl cum stretched from her glistening pussy to the wet spot in the crotch of her suit.

It appeared that she finally gave up trying to adjust it because on the final attempt, she struggled even harder, pulling it further away, and for longer than before, and when she finally released the elastic, it missed the mark completely, and wound up right down the center of her slit, with one shiny, wet pussy lip, and that pulsing clitoris hanging out for our viewing pleasure. It was hard to tear my eyes away from Ann's pussy, but I was also dying to see how he was reacting, so I was looking at him when my cell phone rang. I had purchased the onboard phone package, and it would turn out to be an incredibly erotic tool before this was finished. Ann was calling me from behind her magazine, and the first thing she asked was, “Do you think he has noticed what I’ve been doing?” My reply was something on the order of, “Holy Fuck, They’ll have to mop up the drool after he leaves!” Then she asked me if my cock was hard. I hadn’t been paying attention to it, but now that she asked, I had to admit that my cock was so hard, it felt like it would shatter if I bumped into a solid object. Ann laughed and said, “Good! The show was for both of you. Can you tell if he’s hard?”

I looked back down at Ann’s chosen stranger, and for the first time, since she picked him out of the crowd of men, I felt a sharp twinge of jealousy, and an even sharper gut punch of fear, as I muttered into the phone, “Yes baby, His cock is hard, and it’s fucking scary huge!” Ann said, “So I guess he wasn't smuggling a whole pepperoni after all.” I was still trying to get over my shock when I told her, “If you are going to accuse him of smuggling something now, you better make it an entire stick of all beef baloney! Pepperoni doesn't come that big.”

Ann abruptly said, “I gotta go.” She hung up the phone, and quickly sat upright, dropping one foot to the deck on either side of her lounge chair, with her pussy parts still hanging out.
One of the poolside waiters was standing next to her with a tall tropical drink, that was a whitish color, and looked like a piña colada. The Waiter then pointed to Ann’s big dick stranger as the person who had sent it to her. Always a quick thinker, and never one to miss an opportunity, Ann took the drink, and before looking at her guy, she quickly guzzled about a third of it.
He was clearly on pins and needles, awaiting her reaction when Ann turned her face to him with a gigantic, genuine smile beaming his way. Ann raised her drink glass and said, “Thank you kind sir. I’ve been getting so hot since I came out here.
I was just fantasizing about getting something creamy down my throat, and then you make it happen.” From the look on his face, he didn't know whether to shit or go blind. How exactly did she mean that, had to be what he was thinking. I couldn’t wait to see what his next move would be when a whole new twist got added to the equation.

Foiled by the Wife
An attractive woman about his age walked up beside him and said, “Why did you stay out here so long? Our dinner seating is in 30 minuets and you haven’t got time to shower and get ready now!” Then I heard him speak for the first time when he discreetly looked back directly at Ann. Then speaking to his wife, but looking at Ann, he said, “Sorry, But there are some things that are far too beautiful to walk away from. His oblivious wife looked around her and said, “It really is nice out here isn't it, but Come on now, we have to hurry!”
And then he was gone.

Ann fucks me out of frustration
Back at the cabin, we had barely stepped through the door when Ann ripped her Bikini off and pulled me out onto the deck. Climbing onto one of our lounge chairs, Ann took up the exact pose as her stranger had watched earlier and said, “Tell me how big his cock is while you fuck me! Somebody has to fuck me right now. I started fucking my ravishing wife’s soaked pussy as well as I was capable, while telling her repeatedly, my best estimate on the size of his cock, and asking her how badly she wanted to fuck him. Might as well use this fresh fantasy fuel while it makes us both hot. We teased each other with all the nasty things we imagined him doing to her, and fucked forever, until we both exploded in orgasm. I pulled my cock out and moved to the recliner next to her to catch my breath. I watched the long strings of cum slowly oozing out of Ann’s pussy, and stretch downward to coil into the puddle forming on the teak deck, then I said, “I’m sorry he turned out to be married, and you’re not going to get your fantasy.” Ann shot back. “Bullshit, She doesn’t change anything! If she fucked him good enough, he wouldn’t be looking at me the way he did.
I’m not finished yet!” And she wasn’t.

We had been at sea ever since we sailed out of Long Beach on Saturday afternoon, and now it was getting late Sunday evening. The ships first port of call was to be Cabo San Lucas, and arrival was scheduled for 10 AM the following morning.
It seemed a bit odd to me that we were going to spend both Monday, and Tuesday in Cabo, but the ship would arrive at 10 AM Monday, and anchor offshore. Anyone wanting to go into the town was ferried to the docks by one of the smaller boats provided, but they had to be back on the ship by 5:30 pm for the ship to go back out to sea and cruise around all night. Then at 7:00 am Tuesday morning they would anchor in the same spot again, and repeat the same drill with the small boats, but on Tuesday, everyone had to be back on board by 3:30 PM. It just seemed very odd to me, but Ann and I didn’t care. We had stayed in a timeshare in Cabo a couple of years earlier, so we didn't feel like we were going to miss anything by staying on board enjoying our fabulous cabin.

A big gamble
So it’s Sunday night, and the two of us were all fucked out, at least for a while, but we still had energy, and felt like having some kind of fun. Ann looked through a list of the ships activities, and decided she wanted to try her luck at the casino for a while. A lot of people go to the casino right after dinner, so they are still dressed in their fancy clothes. Never a girl to not look hot, Ann selected a short black skirt, and a shimmering, silver colored top, that I think was probably silk. I say that because the elegant top she chose to wear, wasn’t at all tight fitting, but the shiny material was so thin that it clung to her tits like a second skin. My cock got hard as I watched her getting dressed. Somewhat surprising after the amazing fuck I had a bit earlier, but that's just how sexy Ann is. I also noticed that when Ann announced she was ready to go, she hadn’t bothered to include a bra or any panties as part of her outfit.

She tries and fails again, but he fingered her pussy
When we got to the casino, Ann got on a hot streak of luck that lasted for the next three days. It’s just that her hot streak of luck had nothing to do with money. Guess who was sitting at a blackjack table with an empty seat right next to him. He hadn't seen us entering the casino, so when we spotted him, we stopped in our tracks and looked at each other, with big grins starting to spread across our faces. Ann asked,”Is it okay with you if I play a little blackjack?” I told her, “Enjoy yourself for as long as you want to.” Up to this point, our handsome stranger knew nothing about Ann, except that she was hot!
I thought it was best for now to leave him in the dark about her being married. She could tell him herself when the time was right. It was time for me to take a step back, and for Ann to buy some chips!

I made my way to nearby video poker machine, which had a good view of the table where she was about join him.
My hot blonde wife walked up behind him, and to his left where the empty chair was, and asked, “Is this seat open?”The look on his face was priceless when he turned and saw it was Ann!
He got up so quickly to pull the chair for her, that he almost spilled his drink. They were all smiles as they got settled, and started to play the game. I glanced around the casino to see if I could spot his wife, but it appeared that he was alone again.
For the first few minutes I had no idea what was being said, except for the times when they were excited, and almost shouting, but they were chatting quite a bit as they continued to play cards. It was easy to see things were starting to warm up.

Ann is so good at making a man feel at ease with her when she wants to do it, and she was working her magic on him. Turning her face to look at him and smile at just the right moments, and grabbing his leg to give it an excited squeeze when he won a big hand. He was eating it up, and beginning to return some of the small physical touching which Ann reinforced with positive reactions. Whenever he would put his hand on her skirt to give her leg a squeeze, Ann would quickly put her hand on top of his to squeeze it back, and also to control how long his hand remained on her leg. He showed no resistance whatsoever to her exerting that control.

They were winning hand, after hand, along with the rest of the table when the dealer got on a terrible streak of busting. The hot table was drawing a crowd of spectators as everyone got more excited. Ann and the stranger were so immersed in the action that I knew I wouldn't be noticed if I walked over to stand close behind them as another onlooker. When the sexy stranger hit another blackjack, he grabbed Ann’s upper thigh and exclaimed, “Oh my God! I am getting so lucky tonight!”
As usual when he got excited, the strangers hand was on top of Ann’s thigh again, and her hand was covering his, but this time it was different. Ann’s already short skirt, was raised several inches higher, and her knees were parted by a good 8 to 10 inches. No one in the casino except me was looking under that table when Ann leaned close and put her lips near his ear.
I crept a step closer to hear her say, “Nice blackjack Rod! If you want to keep getting lucky, you can come back to my suite with me.” At the same time Ann was saying that in his ear, she was pulling his hand between her open thighs until I could tell she had his open palm pressed against her bare pussy. I don't even have to wonder if her cunt was soaking wet. I know Ann, and her pussy was dripping by then. I worried a little that he would be so shocked by Ann’s aggressive forwardness, that he would pull his hand away instantly, and then leave the casino offended.

My worries quickly subsided when his hand remained in place for several seconds, and Ann’s eyes rolled back in her head. There was no doubt that this total stranger had at least one of his long fingers inside my wife’s eager pussy. They could only get away with that kind of activity for a brief moment without getting caught, and with Ann biting his ear lobe, I thought they were pushing that moment about as far as possible. When they swiveled back to play the next hand, the redness of both their faces remind me of two teenagers in heat. So anxious to get at each others private parts, but not knowing exactly how to do it.

His wife cock blocks Ann again
They were less animated over the next few minutes, and their talking was lower, and more private. He seemed nervous, and must've checked his watch at least a dozen times. I knew for positive that Rod, Yes Damn It, That’s the fuckers name! It even sounds like a big dick sort of name, but anyway, I knew for positive that Rod had not refused her offer completely, because Ann was still extremely excited. It's pretty easy to tell with Ann, because her beautiful nipples never tell lies. It wasn't cold in the casino, and her nipples were so stiff, they looked like they could pierce through her top at any second. They’ve always been reliable indicators of how aroused my wife is, and at that moment she was on fire with lust!
Here’s a quick side note about Ann. One time right after she had an exceptionally strong orgasm while I sucked her nipples and fucked her, She told me she really believed she had a nerve that ran directly from her nipples to her clit. She said they were that sensitive, and erotic for her.
So my wife was obviously highly aroused, with a dripping pussy burning to experience the stranger’s big rod, but Rod himself looked frustrated, and bewildered, all at the same time. He was clearly trying to figure something out. After another two or three minutes of thought, he borrowed a note pad, and pencil from the dealer, then scribble down something quickly. He seemed so conflicted when he pressed the note into Ann's hand. Anyone could see that he had to do something right now that was very different from what he really wanted to do. He took another quick look at his watch, then he stood up beside her. Reading his lips was easy when he said, “I’m so sorry, but I have to go right now”. Rod hurriedly rushed out of the casino.

Ann would tell me later, that she didn't find out very much, other than him telling her that he, and his wife do a lot of things separately, but how pissed off she got when he was late for something they planned to do together. It was reminiscent of the pool scene she made earlier that day, when he was late for dinner. Apparently, Rod had promised to meet his wife in the main dining room, for some special midnight, lobster buffet the ship was having, and it was midnight. There was no way he was going to get away with spending a few hours in another woman's cabin.


Hot masturbation on deck
Unsure of where Rod, or his wife might be, we left the casino separately, with me stopping to pick up a quick pie at the 24 hour pizza place. I was less than 10 minutes behind Ann.
When I walked in to our cabin I spotted Ann out on the deck. She was partially reclined on a chase lounge with her back to me. I pushed the sliding glass door open and asked, “Who wants some pizza?” Her slutty voice that only comes out when she’s extremely horny said, “Fuck the pizza! I want your tongue!” I stepped around the lounge chair to see what Ann was doing. She was still wearing the sexy silver top, and her black high heals, but the skirt was gone. She looked pretty fucking hot dressed that way, with her legs spread wide, while she furiously worked her clitoris with a small bullet vibrator. (See Pic 7)
The slut spoke again saying, “I swear to god, if I don't cum soon I’m going to die. I’ve never been more horny in my life!” Now I understood why she was demanding my tongue. She kept getting this guy close to being in her bed, only to get shot down and frustrated again. It was driving her nuts, and had launched her into a horny state of erotic overdrive that wasn’t going away until she gets the Rod she is craving. I dragged her ass down to the end of the chase lounge, then sat down on the wooden deck with Ann’s visibly throbbing pussy at my face level. I said, “I know this isn’t what you want in your cunt baby, but I’ll do my best.”
I pushed Ann’s knees back until they almost touched her tits, and then roughly forced them wide apart. The volume of her sexy juice is truly amazing when she is extremely randy like this. A small river of her fragrant cream was trickling down the crack of her ass.

Possibly the wettest pussy on earth
Ann is the wettest fuck I’ve ever encountered, and I think that's what accounts for how foamy fucking her can get sometimes. When an unusually large load of male sperm gets blasted into her cunt, to mix with the huge volume of pussy juice Ann produces, if you keep fucking her, all that mixed
male / female cum begins to whip into a sexy, foamy mess, with the bubbles getting smaller, and smaller the longer you keep fucking her pussy. That can happen noticeably in the first 30 seconds after you shoot your load in her, but If a guy keeps fucking Ann for several minutes after he cums, the foam gets so aerated that it become a white froth. It's happened with me, but I saw it even more when she fucked the guy in San Diego.
I could never have imagined the sight that I would witness, only inches away from my face in a couple more days.

Cum on my face
Back on the chaise lounge, with Ann’s delicious cream streaming down her ass, I know this woman well, and the reason I’m dragging her roughly down the lounge chair, and jamming her knees back against her tits, then ripping them wide apart, is because times like this, are the only times when Ann gets even more turned on by a little pain. She likes being tossed around a little, and verbally degraded. In the normal course of things, calling Ann a fucking cum slut whore, would only serve to get you slapped. But saying the same thing to her when you find her in this state of mind, and instead of slapping you, she’ll cum all over your cock! Well, my cock was worn raw from the earlier Marathon fuck, but my tongue was just fine.
With Ann’s knees positioned just where I wanted them, and her legs splayed wide open so that both of her sexy holes were pointing up at the stars, I slipped both hands under her silky top, where I located a hard nipple to grasp between each thumb and forefinger. When my grip on her nipples was perfect, I stuck my tongue out as far as I possibly could, then I rolled it into a pointed shaft and plunged it deep into her dripping hole while absolutely crushing both nipples. Ann’s cunt immediately went into hard spasms, as if trying desperately to milk some cum from my tongue. That was the fastest I’ve ever made her cum.
It might have had a little to do with the fact she had spent hours thinking about another man’s large cock fucking her brains out, and the time she spent on deck with the intense little vibrator torturing her swollen clit, but it was still me who made her cum. At least that’s the way I’m going to tell the story!

The note
Throughout all that fooling around, I had completely forgotten to ask Ann what was on the note. I was blown away when she told me she didn't know. When Rod walked out so soon after fingering her pussy, Ann said she was so sexually aroused, she almost ran back to the cabin for some relief, instantly dropping her skirt, and grabbing her vibrator. She said the note was still in her small purse. I had to laugh at how wobbly Ann’s legs were as we made our way inside to eat cold pizza, and see what Mr. big dick had to say. It turned out to be almost nothing, but at the same time, it was pretty fucking hot!
The note read, I haven't figured out how to do this yet, but I have to have you. This is my number xxx-xxx-xxxx, so put it in your contacts so I can text you tomorrow when I have a plan. My wife is the problem, but I promise I'll find a way.

The plan, almost
Anns text alert woke us up about 9:00 am. The ship would be anchoring in Cabo in another hour, and the great exodus from the ship would begin. Almost everyone goes ashore when possible, leaving the ship a quiet cost town for the most part. Todays stop in Cabo was a pretty short one, with all passengers having to be back on the ship by 3:30 pm. Rods text simply said he didn’t have things worked out yet, and that his wife was all fired up about shopping, so he couldn't get out of going ashore with her. He said he was going to tell her he wasn't feeling well, and try to come back on one of the earlier shuttle boats. He said he knew she would always be on the last boat returning when shopping was involved. Rod would text again when he knew more details.

Ann is waiting, nervously
Rod’s vague text left Ann unsure of what to do. He made it sound like he was going to get away from his wife, and get back to the ship early enough to have some fun with Ann, but he didn't give her any time frame at all. It could be in another hour, or early afternoon, or maybe even later than that. She was as nervous as I've ever seen her, and after pacing for a while, Ann said, “I guess all I can do is be ready to see him whenever that happens to be.” She asked me if I was still cool with the whole thing, and willing to let her have the cabin on a moments notice. I told Ann I was totally cool with it, and from the way I was getting fucked with her only thinking about it, I couldn't imagine how hot the sex was going to be after she finally fucked him. That's when I sprung the idea on her that I had come up with overnight. Ann had been so preoccupied with trying to make something work, that she hadn't even thought about my voyeur needs, but I had. I was pretty sure I had it all worked out. I told Ann to go lay down on the bed in a normal position, then I stepped into our nice little, wood paneled, carpeted, walk in closet. Things can get a little musty at sea, so this closet even had its own ac vent. We had stored all our extra sodas, and bottled water in there, along with some snack stuff we brought along. With some kind of Jug to pee in, and a towel or two to jerk off in, hell I could stay in there for days if I had to.

When Ann was in position on the bed, I asked her if she could see me. She said she didn't know where I was. I told her to sit up and look around. She still couldn't locate me. I told her to do something weird and I would tell her what she was doing. Ann raised one arm, and scratched under her armpit. When she laid back down, I told her in detail what I watched her doing. She got out of bed and walked right past the closet without noticing me inside with the door cracked 1 inch. The thing was, with all the lights off in the vanity area, it was quite dark even in the daytime, because it's the only area that had no windows.
Trying to see anything in there with even minimal light in the bedroom was hopeless, but at the same time I could view the bed perfectly from only six or so feet away. I could see all of the bed with the exception of where their heads would be if they were both lying with their heads toward the headboard end.
My unobstructed view was from their shoulders down all the way to the foot of the bed.

Fine tuning our plan
By Ann knowing where I would be, she could manipulate the sex to keep it in the best position for my viewing pleasure. She had become a practiced expert the times we set up a hidden camera to video her and my friend Bob fucking. Ann got off from watching the homemade porn videos just as much as I did, so she made sure to always turn, and angle herself in a way that allowed the camera to zoom in with my help, and capture the nastiest bits of his cock, or tongue probing whichever hole that was being used at the time. One of the hottest threesomes we have ever had, was the night we told Bob about the videos, and then the three of us watched one together. Ann got more cock and cum that night than any other time in her life.
So anyway, now we knew how I could get away with watching my wife get it on with a stranger.

Technology at its finest
Ann came up with another brilliant idea through pure accident. On Sunday, before we started touring the ship, and discovering Rod, I left the cabin for a few minutes to go grab a couple of cold drinks from a smoothie bar we passed when we boarded the first day. It was a couple of decks down, and near the middle of the ship, so I was probably gone 15 minutes in total. The smoothies ended up being so tasty, that I went back again today for our second round. It was a good excuse to get out of the cabin, while Ann took one of her incredibly long bubble baths, that are so boring for me. I explored a little, and poked my head into a few places to see what was happening.
Nothing was happening. The whole ship was empty, but I saw some cool places, and eventually returned with our smoothies. Getting back to Sunday, Somehow, right after I left our cabin, I accidentally butt dialed Ann’s number. My phone was in my front pocket so I couldn't hear her at all when she answered. Ann said she was even screaming into the phone trying to get my attention, but I still never heard anything. All the while, my phone was serving as the perfect microphone for Ann to hear everything going on around me. She could here everything I said, to anyone I spoke to, as well as everything said by anyone who was near me. I remembered receiving a few butt dials myself, and she was right. It's amazing how sensitive the phones are, and how accurately they pick up every nearby sound. Ann suggested that I take my phone into the closet with me, along with my earbuds. She would discreetly dial my number, then place her cell phone on the narrow ledge that ran beside the bed. She added, “You won't have to miss a single sticky, sloshing sound while he fucks me!” That was a perfect idea. All we needed was our stranger to show up.

Ann prepares her body for him
Ann may be a cum loving slut at times, who can’t wait to get messy during sex, but before she crawls into bed with you, she is a hygiene freak, when it comes to being squeaky clean herself. You can bet on her tasting good, no matter where you want to put your tongue. The fact that she didn't know when Rod would want to hook up with her was making her a nervous wreck. She finally decided she would simply have to “stay” ready for him, so she started her routine of douching her pussy, then shaving it, along with her legs, her asshole, armpits, and anywhere else she imagined an undesirable hair might grow. Then a long, fragrant bubble bath, and all the endless other things that beautiful women do to be fresh and sexy for a man. When she was finally perfect, she put on a sexy silk robe, and waited for Rod’s text. That was in the morning. A little before noon she left the deck where we had been relaxing, and when she didn't come back for a while, I went to see what she was doing. Another empty douche bottle was on the bathroom counter, and she was sliding into her second bubble bath within a few hours. I didn't even question her logic, because I know how she is. I was a little surprised to see the empty enema bottle in the trashcan. Was Ann considering a little ass fucking with Rod? That bothered me, because she still doesn't let me fuck her in the ass. Bob was the only one to ever get away with that, and she was so turned on at the time, that he could literally have done anything to her, and she would have thought it felt good. Considering how worked up she was about Rod,
I couldn't help wondering if he might get lucky enough to slip his big cock in through the back door. Only time would tell.

The text finally cums
Ann finished all of her preparation again, then slipped into her silk robe again, and waited again. She was sitting out on the deck with me, nervously holding her cell phone, when the text alert finally went off at 2:30 pm. It startled Ann so much, she almost through the phone overboard. Rod’s text said, Sorry, but I couldn’t get away from her until now. I’m just getting back to the ship, and she will be back on the last boat at 3:30. We would have less than an hour, and thats not enough time with you. let’s meet somewhere now. At least we can talk privately for a while, and figure out how to get together tomorrow. Where do you want to meet up?
Ann looked at me and said, “What should I tell him?” My earlier exploring during the smoothie run was about to payoff. While I was poking around, I discovered a closed bar that would be the perfect place for this rendezvous. I said, “Wait three, or four minutes before you respond to his text. That will give me a chance to get downstairs. Then tell him to meet you in Billie’s piano bar in 10 minuets. (See Pic 8) Tell him you will be waiting for him in the big booth that’s all the way at the back. Tell him the bar is closed, until later tonight and it's deserted except for one or two people you saw in there reading their books.” Ann told me she understood the instructions as I grabbed a nearby book, my phone, earbuds, and a big floppy golf hat I brought along for sun protection should I need it.
Ann was quickly picking out something sleazy to wear. As I was going out the door to head down to the bar, I said, “Don’t forget to call my phone!”

Getting set for action
I hurried down to Billies, and found a strategic viewing spot that wasn’t too close to cause them concern. Especially if I didn’t appear to be paying any attention to them. It was another of the large booths that mostly obscured me from where I had told Ann to sit, but I could peek over the top of my booths seat back, and see directly into the horseshoe shaped booth they would be in. (See Pic 9) With my floppy hat pulled down, it’s very likely Rod would never notice me at all. It was perfect! Just as I had hoped, Ann showed up first. As she got close to my booth, I had to admit, Ann was looking hotter than fuck again! She had selected sort of a one-piece sundress that was very loose fitting, and flowing with large arm openings, and a low scooped neck line. The thin material had a white background with a pink floral design. A pair of open toed, strappy sandals showed off her perfectly painted toenails. Ann’s lightly tanned skin, and silky blond hair made the whole package pop with sex appeal. She pause next to my table and leaned slightly forward. The entire sides of her beautiful tits were visible through the arm openings. When she caught me looking, Ann pulled one of her favorite, false modesty moves. She has a way of pressing her arms inward that of course closes off that view through the arm holes, but at the same time is squeezes her tits together making them bulge upward, and causing the scooped neckline to droop lower. The net result is, you can't see the sides of her tits anymore. But now her gorgeous pink nipples, are on full display. Ann was obviously super horny again. The condition of her nipples always gives her way, and they were at full attention! She asked me, “You like what you see?” I nodded in the affirmative.

Ann pointed at the booth she was supposed to sit in and inquired, “That one?” I again nodded yes. (See Pic 10) As she turned, I heard her say. “Calling you now.” I popped in my earbuds, and pulled my hat down to cover most of my face. I figured if I looked like I was sleeping, it would be even better than reading.
I took the incoming call as Ann was sliding into her booth. She jokingly said, “Can you hear me now?” Mocking the old phone commercial. I smiled at that one. Ann had one last tease for me before we got the party started. She slipped the phone into the little purse she was carrying with the pick up microphone pointing outward, then said, “Check this out.” When I looked across to her booth, Ann lifted the hem of her sundress, which was long enough to d**** over her knees. Billy's piano bar wasn't brightly lit, but there was plenty of light for me to see my wife's bare pussy, glistening with the wetness of her excited arousal. She was ready!

Sucking cock in Billie’s piano bar
Running a few minuets late, big Rod finally walked in. It's a big bar and he was all the way at the front. From under my hat, I saw him making a quick survey of the place. Other than myself, and of course my wife, there was only Rod, and one other guy who was sitting right by the entrance. Since Billies’s piano bar wasn't officially open, they only had maybe half of the lights turned on, but it was still plenty of light to see well by. Rod started making his way to the back as he had been instructed.
I really don't think he even noticed me as he walked by. As soon as he spotted Ann, his eyes became completely fixed on her. He rushed past me, and quickly slipped in beside my sexy blonde. They immediately grabbed for each others hands, and both started trying to talk at the same time. For simplicity sake I'm going to share their comments, with the things Ann said in italics, the things Rod said in bold type, and my observations, or comments in parenthesis.

Oh my god. We’re finally alone. I know, can you believe my wife’s timing. I couldn’t get away from her today until it was too late. Is tomorrow going to be any different? Absolutely, I promise it will be different. In fact, that's why I'm late getting here. I had to get everything set up. As soon as I got to the ship, I called a work colleague. He’s also a friend. I needed to get his help. He's going to call tomorrow morning, first thing, through the ships switchboard. He's going to apologize to my wife for having to steal me for the day. A work crisis has come up, and they have to have my help. Tomorrow we're in Cabo from 7 AM until 4 PM. She will leave on one of the earlier boats, and I guarantee she won't be back until the last boat. We will have hours to do whatever we want. (Ann was stroking the inside of his leg and she’s never shy about getting right to the point) Do whatever we want you say, well tell me, what is it you want. I want to spend some time with you. What do you want? I want you to fuck me with this big cock! (The gasp of breath coming from Rod told me Ann was now rubbing his cock.)
That feels so good. I can’t believe you let me finger you in the casino last night. Your pussy was so wet! It's even wetter now. You should feel it. (I watched his hand snake under Ann’s dress, and moments later picked up the sloshing sound of his fingers banging her cunt fast and furious. The sloppy finger fucking sounds were almost being drowned out by Ann’s moaning. When I heard the distinct sound of a zipper, I looked across, and sure enough, there it was in all its glory. Now that it was fully exposed, Rod’s cock ended up not being as huge as we had talked about, but even so, Rod had a seriously big cock! It was half again longer than mine, and just as thick.)
Did you know this is why I picked you out of the crowd?Because of my cock? Yep, I've been waiting to get my lips on this since we were at the pool. (lots of sucking sounds)
You're not a real romantic are you? No I'm not, and this isn't a date. It's a nasty sexual encounter between two married strangers on vacation. You're married? Yes I am, happily in fact. Is there a chance he could catch us? Sure there is. (cock sucking sounds get much more intense and I can see Ann’s head bobbing up and down rapidly.) What would your husband do if he caught us? Would he try to kill me? (Pause to sucking and a giggle) No, he wouldn't try to kill you. He might just want to watch us fuck, or he might want to join us and make it a threesome. He's generally a pretty polite guy, so at least he would be fair and take turns with you fucking me.
Wow, That’s so hot! So has he ever watched you get fucked? Yes he has, but shut up and fuck my mouth! (Rod groaned as he laced the fingers of both hands into Ann’s hair.
I watched his hips bucking as he started thrusting his long cock into her mouth. The occasional gagging sound coming from Ann confirmed that he was forcing his lengthy cock into her throat. Something she doesn’t care for, so she handled it in her own sexy way.) Do you see anyone else in here? No, I think it’s just us. Good, take your shorts off all the way, or at least take this leg out and put your foot up on the cushion. Why? Because I want to lick your magnificent balls, and your fingers in my pussy are making me crazy!
Oh fuck! Okay. My wife never does that. I know, that's why you're here with me. (Intense moaning from Rod, with both sucking, and slurping sounds as I watch Ann alternating between holding his ball sack up to lick the underneath side of his nuts, and furiously sucking the head of his cock.)
Look again, is anyone else coming in? No, It’s still just us.
Thank God! I’m so fucking turned on! Now lay down flat on your back, and rest your other foot here on the table. I don’t understand why, but I’m not going to argue with you! You’re catching on fast. (Rod’s shorts were lying on the seat cushion above his head as he scooted down to lay flat on his back with his head pointing to my right. His right foot was on the cushion with that knee raised. His left leg reached over to rest his heal on the small table.) (See Pic 11) We're almost out of time, and I need to get some too. (With that said, Ann swung her right leg over Rod’s head and climbed onto the cushion with her left knee on the near side of his head. Look again in my gallery “Cruise” to see the booth, and how wide the cushions are.)
Oh my God, your pussy is Beautiful! (The longer sun dress covered Rod’s head like a tent as Ann settled into a 69 position with him. Before lowering her head to resume sucking his cock, Ann’s made a quick scan of the bar for unwanted company, and then her eyes locked onto mine. We were smiling at each other as she reached back to gather up all of the skirt material, and lift the entire dress then let it hang it over her back, giving me a clear view of her pussy hovering inches above Rod’s waiting mouth. Still in lustful eye contact with me, Ann said,)
Eat my pussy baby. I need to cum!
(Ann’s pussy was spread wide open, and literally dripping her sex juice when she pressed it against his mouth. Wet slurping sounds, and passionate sucking could be heard again, interrupted only by the strangers need to turn his head slightly once a while, so he could breathe. With his lips sucking her clit, and his tongue probing inside her vagina, Ann’s smile faded, and her eyes slowly closed as conscious thought gave way to the blank expression of pleasure. Ann savored the intense pleasure for a few moments before slowly lowering her open lips to Rod’s rigid, waiting cock. They were both somewhat frantic at first, which was understandable given there frustrations from the first two encounters, but now that had morphed into the slow, sensuous passion of first time lovers, desperately trying to get their immediate needs fulfilled. My earbuds were filled with all the steamy sounds of hot wet sex for the next several minuets.

Knowing Ann the way I do, I'm able to read her breathing patterns, and even the way she moans, to know where she is on her path to an orgasm. The closer she gets, the more any taboos she may have had, start to become acceptable things to do. Right now is when you ram your cock in her asshole, if that's what you wanting to do. Ann is a woman who swears she hates anal sex, and would never agree to it before hand, but when she reaches this state of arousal, she becomes sexual putty, both giving and receiving kinky sexual activities she would never admit to enjoying. Right now, she wants to cum so badly, that she will accept any nasty behavior from the person, or persons she’s with to make her feel slutty. Feeling like a slut makes Ann cum hard. You still wouldn’t want to ask her if you could do it. She would have to think about it then, and she would say no. This is when you just spin her around, kick her knees apart, and bury your dick balls deep in her asshole.

It's guaranteed Ann will cum within 20 seconds. Rod doesn’t know any of that, so he continues doing the same thing to her as before. I think it's completely subconscious, but when she is faced with that problem, Ann can make herself feel like a slut, and she was about to do just that. Since they started their hot 69, the sounds of wet passion have been continuous, but not a word had been spoken, until I heard Rod say,)
FUCK, Oh Fuck! No one has ever done that! Oh Fuck! You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop!
(During the several minutes they were going at each other in the 69 position, I had listened carefully, but I had become lazy about watching the action. I hadn't noticed when Ann changed things up. Why was Rod’s reaction so intense? I focused my eyes again, looking closely to see what new twist she had added. Ann’s left hand had his balls pulled up almost to his stomach, while her right-hand jerked off the top third of his long dick. She had forced both his knees behind her elbows to leverage his ass so it pointed at the ceiling, and there was my sexy wife becoming the nasty slut she needed to be as her tongue swirled around Rod’s asshole. Ann was rimming a strangers asshole, with the tip of her tongue picking up speed like a small tornado then suddenly coming to a stop and rolling into a long pointed bolt of lightning, striking repeatedly, as her tongue probed inside as deep as she could push it. Rod repeated himself.
That’s gonna make me cum! That’s what were here for baby. Tell me when you start to cum so I can put your cock in my mouth. In your mouth? Yes, I want you to cum in my mouth, so tell me when your going to shoot your load. Fuck, I’ve never done that either!
Make your tongue wide and flat, then push it against my clit hard. (Apparently Ro