0 comments/ 34050 views/ 2 favorites Container Holiday By: BigDave1340 This story is the third in a series of events that have actually taken place over the last two years. Although most names are fictitious to protect the ‘not-so-innocent’, places and events are factual. I have put ‘pen to paper’ for three reasons: i) to preserve the images and memories in our minds; ii) to share the images with you. Had I not experienced these events first hand, I would not have believed what is written, and probably treated these words as fiction; and iii) what has happened over that last couple of years has injected even more excitement into our sex lives – so much so, that even as I trace back over the images and transpose to text, I have to periodically stop and relieve myself – with the help if my lovely wife, Tanya, of course. So, read and enjoy in the knowledge that the words are relating true events; and when you feel stirring in your loins, feel free to relieve yourselves of any stress that may be swelling up. ****************** How does a woman’s mind work? It’s a question men have been asking since the beginning of time. Even Adam couldn’t work it out when Eve made him taste the forbidden fruit. Tanya and I had a fantastic monogamous sex life, except when we let our inhibitions loose whilst holidaying in Tenerife, and then again when we visited some old friends in South Wales. But during the weeks between, although we spoke of our adventures and fantasies, she was more than happy to stick with the conjugal bed, not wanting to stray or experiment, but at the same time, relived our sexploits to the full. Our lovemaking was no longer the sensitive, soft petting and slow, sweet opulent lovemaking it had once been. We’d begin with foreplay all right, but as soon as she felt my cock at her vaginal lips, Tanya would flip out and become a whore. Then, after a night’s sleep, she’d be the perfect wife, an angel. I couldn’t ask for more really, but I couldn’t fathom out her true desires either. *** It was that time of year again, and we had lifted several holiday brochures from the local travel agent. Spain, Southern France and Morocco, all were likely destinations, until: “One of the girls at work says you can get a cheep cruise holiday with ‘Container Holidays’,” Tanya announced as she flicked past St Tropez and Nice. “’Container Holidays’?” I quizzed. “Yeah, they have these big cargo vessels that ship things all over the world, and they’ve converted part of the vessel into luxury cabins, pool, even a bar with live entertainment on some ships,” Tanya explained. We searched the Internet and came across a Southampton company that specialised in ‘Container Holidays’. “This looks about right,” I said as I scanned the web page. A large picture of a cargo ship with areas highlighted, that when you clicked on them with the mouse, opened up another set of pictures showing the browser how comfortable and luxurious the vessel was. And to cap it off, the price of the holiday was a fraction of one on an ocean-going cruise ship. There was a caveat however; ‘be prepared to wash the dishes’ was a heading that explained that guests were encouraged to help out and, as a reward, would receive bonus points that could be cashed in at the casino ‘that was next to the elegant and fully stocked bar and discotheque’. We filled in the booking form and with a click of a button, our luxury cruise was confirmed: fourteen nights, flying from London Heathrow to Cairo where we’d pick up the vessel on the banks of the Suez Canal, then sail to the Arabian Gulf and onto India, Singapore and arriving twelve days later in Darwin, Australia where we’d fly to Bangkok and pick up a British Airways flight back to the UK. The flight to Cairo was almost six hours but felt more like twelve. We arrived in the early summer heat and as soon as we left the air-conditioned luxury of the aircraft, the sun and heat ensured we perspired enough to wet us through. A transfer bus from the airport took us to a small quayside hotel where we stayed overnight. The following morning, we found ourselves climbing a long thin wooden and metal gangplank onto the Container Ship ‘Vancouver’. The ‘Vancouver’ was over 300 metres in length and about 30 wide. From the shore, she would have looked like any other container ship on the sea, small, dirty and boring. But, far from it, the ‘Vancouver’ was spotlessly clean, brightly painted in cream and green and looked extremely large whilst standing at the starboard handrail, watching the pyramids slip by as the vessel headed south along the Suez Canal. Our cabin was spacious with a queen-sized bed, two three-seater sofas, a coffee table, drinks cabinet and an entertainment centre with hi-fi, large colour TV and VCR. There were chocolates on our pillows, freshly cut flowers on the table and two large portholes that allowed us a fantastic view of the banks of the Seuz on the port side of the vessel. Dinner was at eight, and ten holidaying guests were invited to sit at the Captain’s Table. Silver service, fine wine and food, and splendid company confirmed our expectations that we were going to enjoy another, extraordinary holiday. We explored the vessel, finding new things and places of interest with every turn. As a guide to passengers, there was a thin blue line that ran along the edge of the corridors, telling the guest that you were in ‘safe areas’. A red line indicated that you were in ‘restricted access areas’. We found the pool. An enclosed converted cargo hold held a large rectangular pool with a whirlpool and Jacuzzi at one end and lounges at the other, with an area segregated for sun-tanning beds. The place looked like a regular hotel’s indoor pool, and if it wasn’t for the occasional movement of the deck, you wouldn’t have known we were onboard a ship. Between the whirlpool and the bulkhead was a small, help yourself, bar. A sign above the bar gave instructions on making cocktails, how to pour a pint of beer and lots of other information on general bar etiquette. In the hold next to the pool was the entertainment suite. A larger bar, dance floor, and a slightly raised area with stage lighting and a set of musical instruments. At the opposite end of the stage was the casino. Opening times were ‘9pm ‘til late’. Next to the entertainment suite was a smaller room, with dark curtained walls and large speakers either side of a large screen. The cinema house about fifty large comfortable seats. Viewing times were flexible and there was a large selection of new and classic films to choose from. The restaurant was on the deck below. Another large area, decorated in whites and creams made the room appear larger. The silverware was polished and laid out on a long table that sat next to the galley. Food was exquisite, and after our first dinner at the Captain’s Table, we were told that we could sit anywhere we liked, and that the Captain would invite us to his table again next week as he ate with guests once a week only. *** We met a couple, Wilhelm and Margo, from Amsterdam who were on their second ‘Container Holiday’. They were a beautiful couple; Wilhelm, stood an even six feet and weighed in at about 190lbs, had long, shoulder length black hair and almost black eyes (they were very dark brown and at first I thought he might be wearing contact lenses). Margo was a redhead, her hair almost down to her 26” waist. She had brown/green eyes that smiled even when she was serious. Her 5’6” supported a 34” bust that were probably B-cup. She was bubbly and enjoyed the company of men as she openly teased with her husband from time to time, wiggling her charms, causing her nipples to stand erect under her thin silky blouses. “Don’t worry love,” I comforted Tanya, “Your assets are nicer.” Tanya’s large nipples, on her 36F breasts, would stand erect at the hint of sexual pleasure, and as I whispered in her ear, I could see them push against her summer dress forming small mounds on already large mountains. She had never complained about the size, and she certainly needed no help from silicone implants – they were all hers, and mine. Wilhelm and Margo confirmed our initial presumption. They were from Amsterdam and had an apartment in the centre of the city, not a hundred yards from the red-light district. After several beers, Wilhelm began to relate various stories of what young men on stag nights could get up to, how women on hen nights were worse still, and finally, how Margo had been released from a sex life that once consisted solely of the missionary position and hand-jobs. Wilhelm told us, and neither he nor Margo were in any way shy or embarrassed, of the first night he and Margo had popped into a local café-bar and stumbled into a stag party of drunken lads. The lads insisted on buying the pair drinks and feeding them the occasional joint. A couple of hours later, they were drunker than they had ever been. The groom was a twenty year old from a local village on the outskirts of the city. And, unknown to him, his mates had clubbed together for a high-class prostitute for one last night of ‘free love’. She turned up and soon had the groom half undressed in the corner of the bar, her hand inside his trousers, stroking his cock to stiffness. She dropped her head onto his lap and swiftly brought him to climax as his mates clapped and cheered. Margo whispered to Wilhelm that she wanted to go home. As soon as the door was closed, she re-enacted the prostitute’s performance. This was the first time Margo had given head, and since that night, their love life had blossomed. I could tell he wanted to tell us more, but Margo squeezed his hand and they left us at the bar. “What a nice couple,” Tanya commented. “Yes,” I agreed, “they are rather attractive, and their story was excellent. Perhaps I’ll tell one or two of ours over a beer tomorrow.” I sniggered as Tanya gave a wry smile. “I bet they’ve done a lot more than oral sex. Can you imagine what we’d get up to if we were living just down the road from the sexiest place in the world?” “Yeah, you’d be drained of fluids and suffering from dehydration all of the time,” joked Tanya. We drank up and headed for the viewing area on deck. *** On the horizon we could see a small patch of lights. Not knowing where we were, I asked a steward who was just passing by. It was Qatar, not sure of the city, but we’d not be stopping there. Our next port of call was Bombay, two days away. The clear night sky presented its bountiful stars, and the sounds of the waves gently lapping the bow of the ship made us feel great to be alive. “So far, this is turning out to be one of the most relaxing holidays we’ve had so far,” Tanya said as she kissed my cheek and squeezed my arm. We kissed passionately and soon found ourselves back in our cabin. Laid on the bed, Tanya lifted her arms above her head and allowed me to remove her dress. Her breasts looked golden in the little light that spilled in from the sodium lamp just outside our porthole. A shadow passed over Tanya’s firm body as someone walk by our room, blanking out the golden hue for a second or two. I teased Tanya’s nipples, letting my right hand slip slowly down to her shaven mound. She was wet, and my fingers slipped into her folds without any resistance. Tanya moaned gently and increased the passion of her kisses as I slowly probed with two fingers, my thumb occasionally fleeting over her clitoris, pulling gently on her piercing. I knelt above her, letting her undo my shorts and ease them down allowing my stiff cock to spring forward, almost slapping her cheek. She licked away the pre-cum and engulfed me, taking almost my entire length of eight inches. I slowly lay down and Tanya moved over me without once letting my cock escape her hot mouth. She straddled my face, and in a 69 position, we made each other cum, my semen gushing into her mouth and over her face, as her juices cascaded into my mouth and onto my chin. We cuddled and fell asleep on top of the bed sheets, the golden glow of the sodium light contrasting with that feeling of satisfaction fulfilment. *** I slipped an extra ice cube into Tanya’s cocktail; my beer frosted the glass as I placed them on a low table next to our lounges on the sun deck. The sun deck, at the stern of the ship, was a small area where twenty or so lounges spread out, interspersed with low tables. A small bar housed a large variety of drinks to which you helped yourself. Occasionally, a steward would come by and collect glasses and clean tables. The ship’s crew were a mixture of Indian and Indonesian, with a spattering of Chinese. The officers were European, British and French mainly. We were asked not to patronise the Asian crew, as ‘their habits were not in keeping with our guests’. I couldn’t see why we were not supposed to socialise, as most of the stewards, chefs and waiters appeared to be quite friendly. Although their language contained few English words, they knew enough to make sure we understood what they were trying to inform us, and us them. Tanya and I had kept up our tan from Tenerife with regular visits to sun-beds and plenty of nude sand dune sun bathing. We had been on the sun deck for an hour when Wilhelm and Margo appeared. ”Do you mind?” asked Margo, as she indicated their intent of pulling up a couple of lounges to join us. “Please do,” replied Tanya. “Drink anyone?” I made up a round of drinks as we sat in the sun, sipping, joking and telling stories of friends and our more and less embarrassing moments. “Well, I couldn’t believe what happened next,” Tanya explained as she described an embarrassing moment she shared with a shop assistant when she was trying on a swimsuit. “I stood there, naked, just about to pull up the bikini briefs, when the sales assistant pulled open the curtain, thinking there was no-one in the changing booth. I stood there, mouth wide open as he stared in shock at my breasts and private area. He began to apologise profusely, but still continued to stare. ‘Do you mind!’ I said to him. He quickly realised what he was doing and pulled the curtain back.” We all let out a roar of laughter as Tanya retold her story. I could just imagine what the assistant must have thought as he gazed at Tanya’s body. He probably slipped into the toilet and masturbated there and then. Margo told of her compromising position when she was sunbathing on a nudist beach. She hadn’t given it a thought as she stripped off her clothes, removing her bikini top and briefs in front of several other holidaymakers, none of which were totally naked. As she lay on her stomach, tanning her back, she felt a soft tap on the shoulder as a policeman asked her to accompany him to the local station. It turned out that Margo had gone to the wrong part of the beach and someone, taking offence to her nudity, had complained and called the police. Another fit of laughter, and soon, we were chatting like old friends. *** That evening, after we had dined, Wilhelm and I sat at the craps table, whilst Tanya and Margo watched some of the other holidaymakers sing along to the karaoke machine. “This is painful,” I commented on the woman in her fifties, as she shouted into a microphone. “If sir is wanting a more relaxed atmosphere and a more serious gaming, then perhaps sir would like to join some of the crew for poker. But please, do no be saying this to the officers or they will not pay us wages for two days,” offered our Indian steward who dealt us another set of cards. I looked at Wilhelm, he at me and we both nodded. We folded our cards, took directions on how to get to the card game, and then told the girls we’d meet them in an hour or so. The girls were quite happy to stay and watch the instant pop-stars make fools of themselves. Following a red line on deck 2, we came across cabin 225. Three light taps on the door were answered by an Indian steward who quickly looked us over, then opened the door fully, inviting us in. We began with a winning streak, taking the first three out of four deals. But our luck was soon to turn bad. I had gambled away almost all of the contents of my wallet; Wilhelm was in a similar situation. “I’ll take one card,” I told the dealer as I added a ten of diamonds to my two pair of aces and tens. At last, a good hand, not the best, not the worse. Wilhelm took a card and added an eight of spades to four, five, six and seven of spades to make a straight flush. He thought he had the winning hand too. I had no option but to pack, I couldn’t see these guys allowing me to write an IOU, but it was worth a try. They accepted and I wrote the sum of £500 on a slip of paper and signed it. Wilhelm looked at me, then again at his cards, he too wrote £500 on a slip and dropped it into the pot. “See you,” announced the player to my left. I turned over my cards with a big smile on my face. It was short lived. The player to my left displayed a royal flush. Wilhelm threw his cards onto the table, and the player to my right packed his. The winner cheered as he scooped his spoils making more in the one game than he would in a month. He waved the IOUs in our faces. “Shit!” I shouted in frustration and anger, then ‘fuck, what am I going to tell Tanya?’ I thought. Wilhelm must have had similar thoughts as I could read his face across the smoke-filled room. We stood and left the cheering stewards and headed back to the bar. That night, I had lost all of my money, all of my liking for poker and all of my courage as I thought about what I was going to say to Tanya. Within minutes of hearing the news, Tanya had stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. *** The following morning I met Wilhelm on deck. He too had received the wrath of a woman, but at least he wasn’t short of cash and had brought along a little more cash than I. We discussed what we were going to do about the IOUs. He had a bundle of notes in his pocket and we tracked down the steward. He greedily accepted the £500 from Wilhelm, but I tried to get out of paying up. “How about we try our chances and cut the cards,” I suggested. “If you win, I give you £1000, if I win, we’re even.” The steward thought about it for a couple of moments, then nodded okay. We went to his cabin, Wilhelm in tow, and the steward gave the pack of cards to Wilhelm to shuffle. The steward offered me the first cut… a Queen of Hearts… “Yes!” The steward rubbed his chin, then cut his card… King of Clubs. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The steward shrugged his shoulders in commiseration, Wilhelm grimaced in sympathy, I almost cried in despair. “We could be coming to some arrangement if you will be preferring,” the steward proposed in his strong Indian accent. “If you will be letting me have your wife for one evening, I will be willing to rip up the IOU and give you back your £1000.” I was outraged. But reasoning began to make me reconsider his offer. “Let me think a while. I will let you know,” I told him as we left his cabin. “You must be fucking mad,” announced Wilhelm. I shrugged my shoulder in reply. “There’s no way Tanya will accept the offer anyway,” I retorted. “I think I’m fucked!” Wilhelm leaned on a railing and looked out to sea. After a few minutes of silence, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: “How about I pay your £1000 debt off, then you’ll owe me. When you get home, you can send me the money. You look an honest enough guy. I trust you. What do you think?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The stranger whom I’d met only a handful of days before, was prepared to loan me a grand and trusted me enough to pay him back, no questions asked. “It’s a deal.” I shook his hand and hugged him. We both laughed aloud as I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. “There is a small point to get clear though,” Wilhelm broke off. “I will be looking for some form of interest repayment on this loan.” Container Holiday “Sure buddy. You’re helping me out of a big fix here, anything you say.” “Okay. If, and only if, there is a chance that I can get into your wife’s knickers, then you stand by and not say a word, okay?” “Hmm, I knew this was too good to be true,” I replied, as thoughts flashed through my mind of Tanya impaled on Wilhelm’s cock. “I will not make Tanya do anything she does not want to do. It must be a mutual thing,” continued Wilhelm. “Okay, okay. It sounds like a reasonable proposal to me.” We shook hands and within ten minutes, my IOU was in a hundred little pieces, cascading over the port side of the ‘Vancouver’. *** Two nights later, we were in Bombay harbour. Wilhelm, Margo, Tanya and I decided to visit one of the local nightclubs. The ‘Vancouver’ would be birthed for eighteen to twenty hours dropping off cargo. A taxi picked us up and dropped us at the ‘Gigolo Club’ in Bombay’s equivalent to London’s West End, only two hundred years behind. The beers were warm and the air-conditioning non-existent. “I don’t think I can stick this for long,” Tanya announced, beads of sweat gathering on her brow. “I’m boiling up, how about you guys?” “Yeah, let’s drink up and go for a walk,” Margo agreed. We drifted down the main street and stumbled across a hotel. The ‘Bombay Hilton’ stuck out like a sore thumb from its surroundings. Western money had made sure that this place kept up with the rest of the world. The bar was just like any other bar in any other ‘Hilton’ in any other part of the world. We sank a couple of rounds of ice-cold beers and chatted about the sights, sounds and smells of India. I had to admit, my mind was drifting onto other things, and from time to time, Tanya had to draw my attention when she thought I was daydreaming. I could envisage Wilhelm making love to Tanya with Margo sitting next to me. As we’d watch them through intercourse, Margo would slowly wank my cock until I would cum over her hand. “What’s the matter Dave?” Wilhelm brought me back to reality. “Oh, nothing,” I replied nonchalantly. “Just thinking about some of the other places we’ve been on our hols,” I lied. “Yeah, Tenerife was the best holiday we’ve had up to now,” Tanya added, giving me a wink in the process. I knew she had sank a few drinks tonight, and normally, it wouldn’t take any more than a couple to get her feeling horny. “Boy did we have some fun there.” Before we knew it, Tanya had told of the rooftop areas where the naturalists hung out, and how we had met Terry and Jane and their story of how a group of youths had drugged Jane and had sex without her consent. Jane hadn’t looked on it as a rape, she enjoyed it too much, and Terry felt angry because he slept through it all. Margo and Wilhelm added a story of how they were invited to a party at an old friend’s place. Innocently, they went along, and by the end of the evening, keys were in the ashtray and Margo had teamed up with an African American and Wilhelm with an ex-beauty queen from Spain. They spared no quarter and told in great detail how they fucked through the night. “Is it true what they say about the size of their penis?” asked Tanya. “It was in Emika’s case. It must have been, oh, about twelve inches and I couldn’t fully wrap my hand around it,” laughed Margo. The story had aroused Tanya. Her nipples were erect and straining to escape through the thin cotton of her summer dress. I had a swollen member that also strained at the leash to escape its dark, moist prison. Little did she know of my agreement with Wilhem. I began to plot how Wilhelm could receive his interest on the £1000 loan he’d given me. We would make our way back to the ‘Vancouver’ and I would fake tiredness or drunkenness and fall asleep. This would leave the road clear for him. I didn’t worry about Margo being in the way, it was obvious that she was aroused by the way she told her story. *** In the taxi, I began to slur my words, exaggerating the effect of the alcohol. “Are you alright buddy,” asked Wilhelm. “Must have had a drink or two too many by the looks of him, or perhaps a bad beer” Tanya answered on my behalf. Wilhelm helped me onto the bed, pulling off my shoes, shorts and shirt. I lay in my underpants, one arm behind my head, asleep, as far as the others were concerned. The girls whispered fearing they might wake me whilst Wilhelm poured drinks. He sat on the sofa between Tanya and Margo. “Tell us more about Tenerife,” Wilhelm requested as he took a sip of his vodka. Tanya told all. How Franz had tricked us, and our revenge through Ian and Elaine. How Terry and Jane searched for the group of youths, not for justice, but for Jane to receive another gang-bang, only this time, without the effects of drugs in her system. As Tanya told the story, Wilhelm placed his hand on Margo’s thigh and slowly began to trace his fingers back and forth along her soft skin. He finished his drink and set it on the table. As he sat back on the sofa, he placed his free arm around Tanya’s shoulders. Within seconds, his lips were touching Tanya’s as he kissed away her words. Margo began to unzip Wilhelm’s shorts and unleashed his straining probe. She knelt and took him into her hot, wet mouth, licking his glands and caressing his balls. Wilhelm’s right hand wandered up Tanya’s soft inner thigh and rested on her pussy. He could feel her dampness through her cotton panties. Tanya pulled away from his kiss and proceeded to remove her dress, pulling it over her head and in doing so, allowed her full breasts to gently bounce as they were freed from the confines of cotton. Wilhelm rested his head on Tanya’s left breast and began to lick and nibble her erect nipple. Tanya let out a gasp as the sensations rippled through her from her toes to the nape of her neck, goosebumps forming on her body in the process. Margo stood and removed her clothes. As she stood naked in front of Wilhelm, Tanya dropped to her knees and tasted his cock for the first time. Wilhelm gasped as he felt her tongue tease his cock. Tanya knelt, sticking her bum in the air to allow Margo access to anything she wished for. And Margo took it. She knelt behind Tanya, running her tongue over her ass, down along her brown hole and into her labia. Tanya moaned as Margo expertly flicked her tongue along Tanya’s crack and gently tugged her piercing, sending waves of pleasure through Tanya’s clitoris. Wilhelm stood, lifting Tanya and, telling Tanya to kneel over the back of the sofa, he entered her from behind. His cock slowly teased Tanya’s pussy, penetrating inch by inch until his full length was engulfed. His slow in and out strokes fucking Tanya with purpose. Not wanting to be left out, Margo stood and walked around the sofa. Pulling the folds of skin apart, exposing her clitoris, she offered it to Tanya. Tanya, half in a trance, extended her tongue and began to lick and suck on Margo’s pussy. Each penetration forced Tanya hard onto Margo’s mound. Wilhelm’s groans became louder and more resolute. “Ahh, I’m cumming,” he announced as he push hard and deep into Tanya’s pussy. Tanya shuddered in climax as she felt his hot semen hit her cervix. The excitement of seeing her husband fucking another woman must have helped Margo orgasm, for she too climaxed within seconds of Tanya and Wilhelm. The three of them crashed onto the sofa. “I think we had better leave and let Tanya get some rest,” Margo told Wilhelm. They stood and kissed Tanya goodnight. Just as they were about to leave, Margo strolled over to me and pulled back my underpants, revealing a cock that was swollen and damp with pre-cum. She didn’t say anything to give away my secret, just dropped her head onto my lap and gently licked the tip of my cock dry. “Think it’s only fair to say goodnight to Dave,” Margo whispered as she and Wilhelm left. Tanya showered and quietly slipped into bed. I turned over and made out like I had just woken, half dazed. “Did you enjoy that?” I whispered. Tanya, not realising I had been awake, playfully tugged my cock and told me I was a conniving so and so and that she would get me back. Then she admitted that it had brought back the whorish feeling that she’d enjoyed in Tenerife and at Jan and Steve’s party. We listened to the background hum of the ship’s engines as we left harbour. Arm in arm we fell asleep in the golden glow of the sodium lamp. *** We awoke to rain, strong wind and a rough sea. It was enough to rock the ‘Vancouver’ and cause the breakfast tea to spill from some of the cups on the tables. “I think I’ll go back to bed and sleep this one out,” whispered Tanya. Margo overheard and asked if she could join us for company. The four of us laid on the bed, Tanya snuggled into my armpit with Margo next to Tanya, snuggled up to Wilhelm. I must have dozed off because I came around to the sound of soft moans. Tanya was still snuggled up to me and fast asleep. I just peeked open an eye to see Margo astride Wilhelm. She was riding his stiff cock. Her blouse was discarded and her breasts rippled with each thrust. Margo and Wilhelm were oblivious to my awakening as I turned onto my side for a better view. They were naked, and judging by their movements, approaching climax. My cock began to swell as I slowly reached over and gently tweaked Margo’s right nipple. She grabbed hold of my hand and pressed it firmly against her breast. I could feel her heart pound. “Care to join us?” asked Wilhelm. I needed no second invitation. I pulled away from Tanya, removed my clothes and knelt behind Margo, offering my swollen cock to her ass, nudging her opening as she recoiled from each thrust delivered by her husband. My cock head felt the pressure of Margo’s rectum as she clenched her muscles the moment my cock slid into her. Wilhelm’s cock rubbed against my shaft, separated by the thin membrane of Margo’s vagina. Tanya turned over and opened her eyes. Not understanding what was happening, she came to her senses after ten seconds or so, she probably thought she was in a dream. “Join us,” I egged her on. “Take off your clothes and come and join us. I think Wilhelm needs to taste your pussy.” Tanya paused for a while, then knelt on the bed, removing her t-shirt to reveal her large firm breasts and erect nipples. Then, she stood and dropped her slacks, finally removing her silky panties to expose her tattooed shaven pussy. The dampness already began to show, making her pierced clitoris hood so inviting that I wanted to eat her. Tanya straddled Wilhelm’s face and lowered her pussy onto his tongue. He probed her folds of skin, inserting his tongue deep into her vaginal tunnel causing Tanya to fling her head back and moan with intense pleasure. I could feel Wilhelm’s cock begin to stiffen and twitch. A dozen strokes later and he exploded deep into his wife’s hot nest. Margo, raised herself off her husband, allowing my cock to slide from her rectum in doing so, then dropped onto her back next to Wilhelm. Raising her legs above her head, her pussy invited me onto her. “Eat me,” she whispered. I moved slowly down and hovered over her pussy. The strong musky odour of her juices mixed with the sweeter odour of fresh semen. Her clitoris was now clear of its hood and protruded well forward. It must have been the largest clitoris I’ve ever seen. My tongue went to work, slowly exploring her sex and probing deep into her lubricated vagina. I traced over her folds of labia and up onto the clit, sucking her clitoris into my mouth. Margo shuddered as she came to her second climax. Her love juice gushed out and into my mouth, mixing with Wilhelm’s sperm and my saliva. It tasted oh so sweet, I wanted to eat and lick her dry. I did, bringing Margo to yet another thunderous shudder. I hadn’t noticed that Tanya had moved down to Wilhelm’s cock. She licked him back to life, and then sank his cock deep into her, filling her pussy with his pride. She rode him hard causing the bed to complain, springs squeaking noisily. Margo took hold of my cock and inserted it into her mouth. After several minutes of sucking and licking my shaft, she pushed me onto my back and guided my cock into her. Both girls rode us like Bucking Broncos in an American Rodeo Show. The sounds of buttocks slapping against pelvic mounds, sometimes in unison, others completely out of time, filled the room. The smell of semen, sweat, perfume and pussy filled our nostrils. I could feel my balls tighten as my orgasm announced its arrival. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” I announced. “Ahh, ahh, ahh,” Margo gasped. “Fuck it, fuck it,” Tanya added to the sounds of intercourse. Wilhelm tensed and emptied his load into Tanya as she shivered in climax. She continued to milk Wilhelm’s cock of every drop of semen he could produce. Margo felt my sperm explode onto her uterus, pulse after pulse. It began to leak past my cock, onto my balls as Margo slowed down her gyrations, recovering from her orgasm. We all laid on the bed, bodies intertwined, soaked with sweat and the products of our fucking. The rain lashed against the porthole, it was pointless trying to get out for some air and it was too early for a drink at the bar. *** I dozed off again. Coming around, I could hear the sounds of giggling coming from the bathroom. Wilhelm was fast asleep, next to me. The girls had decided to shower together, and as they lathered each other’s backs, their hands ‘accidentally’ slipped between each other’s legs. They masturbated each other in the shower, dried themselves off and applied fresh make-up to each other. When they came back into the room, my tongue dropped out of my head. They were both stunningly beautiful. They must have been in the bathroom for some time applying their make-up; a real professional job. I gave Wilhelm a shake. Margo came over to us, kissed me on the cheek as she gave my cock a light brush with her hand, and then engulfed Wilhelm in a French kiss. Tanya followed suit. We made love one more time before dinner. The next two days were like déjà vu. The wind and rain never let up, so we spent our time fucking each other in every conceivable way. Singapore; we waved farewell to Wilhelm and Margo as they were staying in the city for a week before flying home to Amsterdam. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and promised each other we’d keep in contact. We haven’t heard from them since, and that was just over a year ago. I sent his £1000 when I returned home after the holiday. *** In Bangkok, we made acquaintances with another couple that had joined the vessel in Bangkok Harbour. We enjoyed each other’s company, but it never got any more exciting than seeing Elsa’s knickers one evening when she fell off the stage after singing a karaoke tune. Tanya did say one evening the Jack had pinched her ass. But we knew that we wouldn’t take things any further with Jack and Elsa; they just weren’t the type. We did have one other fling though. Tanya had begun to fantasise about black cocks and rape fuckings, brought on when we were mixing reminiscence about Tenerife and Margo’s description of her black stud’s cock. As we made out, she would whisper her fantasy, telling me every detail of the fantasy, from the size of her lover’s cocks to the bad breath of the hooded rapist. On our last night on board, I decided to do something about it. Whilst Tanya was taking a shower, I headed off to cabin 225. I tapped on the door, and surprise, surprise, there were the guys in the middle of a poker game. “I have a proposal for you, if you’re interested.” They listened eagerly to my plan. *** It was just after midnight. We were due to dock in Darwin at 11am and we had to vacate our cabin by 3pm. I told Tanya we could have a late night, as it was to be our last on the ‘Vancouver’; she just smiled. “Let’s go up on deck for some fresh air.” We left the other twenty or so passengers in the dancehall / bar listening to one of the stewards sing along as he played guitar. The night air was warm and fresh, and a gentle breeze softly teased back Tanya’s hair away from her lovely face. “This is beautiful,” she said as we gazed at the stars. We made our way to the sun deck. The deck lighting was off and the only light was from a sliver of moon on the horizon. It was too dark to make out features, only silhouettes. We kissed passionately. I slowly eased the shoulder straps down Tanya’s arms, allowing her dress to slip and her nipples to protrude above the neckline of a silk dress she had purchased in Bangkok. I held her close, letting a hand caress her buttocks. I could feel the thin line of her g-string beneath the dress. I lifted the hem and pulled the thin silk of her underwear to one side, allowing me access to her clitoris. I probed and massaged her pussy; her groans reverberated through my head as we continued our French kiss. Tanya’s juices began to flow onto my fingers, lubricating her slit and clitoris. Her moans grew louder and several minutes later, she shuddered to a climax as I pushed two fingers deep into her, letting my thumb continue with the massage of her clitoris. “Fuck me,” she whispered in my ear. Knowing her answer, I asked, “What, here?” “Yes, fuck me now. I want your cock inside me right now.” I dropped my trousers and underpants, and then let Tanya guide my cock onto her vulva for some lubrication, and then, with a gentle push, I penetrated her soft folds, deep into her tight, hot vagina. My cock, soaked with her juice, slipped in and out. I sneezed, and in doing so, my cock jerked inside Tanya’s pussy, sending a tingle through her body, causing her to gasp. “Do that again,” she requested, but as I was about to sneeze, I felt two hands pull me off Tanya, my cock plopping out of her wetness. Two others took hold of Tanya’s arms and another applied a gag and blindfold, not that she needed a blindfold in the darkness. The sneeze was the signal and the plan was in operation. Five Indian crewmembers took turns at groping Tanya’s body as she writhed and tried to break free from her captives. Her muffled voice demanded for her release. I stood back and watched silhouettes take turns at fucking my lovely wife. Her struggles were in vain. She had to accept each cock in turn, pounding into her, each leaving behind a package of creamy white liquid. After the fourth rapist, I stood next to Tanya and whispered, “Is this what you had in mind last night?” I released her gag, “You bastard, you frightened the shit out of me.” I replaced the gag and called on number five, and his ten inches, and the biggest of the five cocks, slid into Tanya’s pussy with relative ease. Tanya could feel his size as his cock touched her uterus, forcing her womb upward and still he pushed home another two or three inches. She began to relax a little as her body adjusted to the monster between her thighs. Her orgasm began to well up from her toes and soon, the ten inches exploded, filling Tanya with another batch of semen. Not finished yet, the crewmembers made Tanya lay on a sun lounge, each taking her once again. This time around though, she made the most of their hard cocks in the knowledge that she was now living out one of her favourite fantasies. Mr Ten Inches pulled out, semen poured from Tanya’s pussy and as the gentle sea breeze kissed her pussy with coolness, it caused her to shudder once again. The crewmembers left us and I mounted Tanya. I wanted to feel how stretched her pussy was and how wet and slippery it could be with ten helpings of semen in it. I thrashed at her vagina, making the lounge move across the decking. The events were just too much, I had to let go. “Arghh,” I groaned as my sperm ejected into Tanya. She shuddered one more time and I could feel the walls of her vagina hold onto my cock, extracting every drop before letting me slip out. Container Holiday Sleep came relatively easy that night. Next morning we packed our luggage and the steward came to help us disembark. As we began to descend the gangplank, room 225 came up to me and placed £500 in my shirt’s breast pocket, patted my shoulder and gave Tanya a big, grateful smile. Yes, I can recommend a Container Holiday to anyone.