Cruise Ship Cuckold
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Cruise Ship Cuckold Ch. 04 free porn video
Tonight was one of the three formal nights aboard ship on our fifteen day roundtrip cruise from Los Angeles to Hawaii. Angel and I were very excited as we changed into our formal attire.
I was wearing a black tuxedo and bowtie. Angel looked magnificent in her royal blue evening gown cut low in front to accent her beautiful milk white breasts. It looked like she had been melted down and poured into it. Every curve and valley fit perfectly.
Just as we were about to leave the cabin, our phone rang. ‘Hello,’ I answered.
‘Good evening Sir, is this Mr. Hodgkin?’ the voice on the other end asked.
‘Yes, this is Mr. Hodgkin speaking, how can I help you?’ I replied.
‘Good evening Mr. Hodgkin, my name is Lieutenant Werzing, I am the ships executive officer and it is my honor and privilege to invite you and your lovely wife to dine at the Captain’s table this evening. Are you available Sir?’ The Lieutenant inquired.
‘Yes we are,’ I replied in a surprised tone. Usually you had to have had at least three cruises under your belt or be someone very important to get this type of an invitation.
‘Very good Sir, Captain Wellworth will be expecting you in the Emerald Room at twenty hundred hours this evening.’ The Lieutenant replied.
‘Who was it darling?’ Angel asked.
‘I don’t believe it!’ I responded, ‘We have been invited by the executive officer to dine at the Captain’s Table tonight!’
‘Oh how wonderful!’ Angel said in her excited voice. ‘I wonder why they invited us. We didn’t even request it on our pre-boarding questionnaire?’
‘Beats me, it must be your beauty that has paved the way to our fame and fortune, darling!’ I countered.
Angel laughed and through her arms around me and said, ‘I think it’s your distinguished looks. Anyone as handsome and debonair as you must be a very important person!’
‘Did you say impotent or important?’ I replied.
We arrived at the Emerald Room at eight o’clock sharp. Very snazzy! So this is how the upper crust lives. The waiter escorted us to the Captain’s Table where Captain Wellworth, Mrs. Wellworth and a half a dozen guest were chatting.
Captain Wellworth was a mountain of a man. Easily six foot six and two hundred and eighty pounds and black. I don’t know why I should be surprised seeing a black captain in charge of a cruise ship. I guess I didn’t think an ultra conservative, English owned cruise line was that liberal.
Mrs. Wellworth was stunning! At least six feet tall, built like a porn star and possessed the chiseled face of a Nubian Queen. When she looked at me I felt like falling to my knees and saying ‘Yes Your Majesty’.
The table had place settings. Angel’s place was next to the Captain while mine was at the other end of the table next to his wife. This bothered me a bit but then I thought, ‘Oh well, when in Rome…’
Captain Wellworth started the conversation which, while directed at both of us, was said looking directly at Angel. He took her little white hand in his massive black hand and said, ‘I am so glad you two could join us this evening, my nephew Dan, your steward, has told me so much about you.’ He smiled wickedly at Angel as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently as Dan had, much too long!
Angel blushed at his remarks wondering how much information Dan had divulged .
I looked over at Mrs. Wellworth to see her reaction to this obvious pass her husband was making at my wife. She was piercing my gaze with a look and a cruel smile that seemed to say ‘You are mine, slave.’
I could feel chills run up and my spine causing me to have a visible shiver, which seemed to amuse her.
The rest of the dinner was uneventful with chit chat and small talk. I couldn’t help but notice how much attention the captain was giving Angel, who seemed to love his attentions, while he seemed to just ignore me.
Noticing this, his wife, looking at me mockingly whispered. ‘Your wife seems quite taken with my husband this evening, be careful he has a way of collecting passenger’s wives to brighten up the cruise. Don’t worry, if he does steal her away, I’m sure you and I can find something to do to pass the time.’
‘He won’t steal my Angel!’ I responded, ‘She loves me very much and is completely faithful to me!’
‘Would you care to make a small wager?’ She asked.
‘What kind of wager do you mean?’ I questioned.
‘I will bet you that your beautiful bride sleeps with my husband before this cruise is over.’ She replied.
‘Ridiculous!’ I answered. ‘How much do you want to bet?’
‘If I lose, I will have the cruise line refund your entire fare and the extra charges you incur.’ She countered.
‘And if I lose?’ I asked.
‘If you lose, you will be my slave and sex toy for, hmmmm let’s say two days, agreed?’ She replied. ‘Agreed!’ I answered happily, knowing I had just won us a free cruise with all expenses paid to Hawaii and back. Angel will be so pleased.
Meanwhile, Angel and the captain got up to dance. I thought to myself, ‘Isn’t it proper to ask the husband’s permission first, even if he was the Captain and complete monarch of the ship, manners are manners?’
As I watched them dance to a slow, romantic song, I couldn’t help but noticed how they seemed to melt together. Angel had her cheek pressed against his and was smiling as he whispered in her ear. They just seem to float, effortlessly, across the dance floor. I had never seen her dance this way! The way I had always wanted to dance with her but couldn’t quite manage it. As they danced his hand slipped lower down her back until one had rested firmly on her buttocks! Angel didn’t seem to mind as he squeezed and massaged her ass cheek.
Everyone at the table seemed to notice this but did not seem surprised or shocked. I could hear the guest’s murmur, ‘Aren’t they beautiful together?’, ‘Looks like our captain has made another conquest!’, ‘Got to hand it to him, he never seems to miss.’
I was fuming! My new bride was acting like a slut on the dance floor, allowing him to fondle her ass and pressing up against him, humiliating me in front of everyone. I decided it was time to ‘cut in’, but as I got up from the table, Mrs. Wellington quickly took my hand and led me onto the dance floor.
Before I could object, she held me tightly in her arms and said. ‘I wouldn’t if I were you. It wouldn’t pay to annoy him. He can very vindictive when crossed. Anyway, if she is faithful as you say, there is nothing to worry about, right?’
She was right. Why was I getting so upset? I knew Angel loved me. Why act like a jealous fool! I resigned myself to being a gentleman and overlook this harmless flirtation. It was then I noticed that Mrs. Wellington was leading. Oh well, why not?
After the dance, Mrs. Wellington or Eve, as she insisted I call her, requested I accompany her out on deck for a breath of fresh air. As we walked around, looking at the beautiful moonlight reflection on the water and smelling the ocean air, I felt compelled to ask my beautiful companion a few questions.
‘Don’t you mind having your husband seducing the female passenger’s right under your very nose? I inquired.
‘Not at all,’ She replied. ‘He has his fun, I have mine, and someone has to console the poor cuckold husbands, right?’
‘Well, I guess so,’ I replied, ‘but it sounds quite risky to me. What about retaliation from the enraged spouse, possible scandal, law suits?’ I asked.
‘Listen baby, by the time I’m through with the husband, they’re in no position to say anything. Not if they don’t want to face complete public humiliation. Beside, what’s good for the gander is good for the goose!’ She laughed.
By the time we got back to the Emerald Room the dinner party was over. Where was Angel? Where was the captain? I guess she went back to our cabin. I said goodnight to Eve and headed back to our room. When I got there,
the cabin was dark and empty! Where could she be?
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