4 comments/ 142095 views/ 26 favorites Cruise Control By: Humble If you have read any of my stories, you know my first wife and I had a lifestyle that included experiences with other people. When I remarried, I hoped to have the same sort of relationship with my second wife, Maria, but she was not interested in pursuing that sort of lifestyle. After a few years, I got her to agree to at least indulge in some fantasy role-play, but that was as far as it had progressed. The one positive from the fantasies was Maria admitting that she might try having sex with someone else "if the right situation" ever came up. We talked about it a lot, and it was obvious that the right situation was going to be hard to find. The conditions for it to happen were that there would be no chance of anyone ever finding out and that the person be somebody she had some sort of relationship with already, in other words a friend. I thought that would be harder to do, but that was the only way she would ever consider it happening "for real" as she put it. In other words, it wasn't going to happen. Our sex life was good though, and I thought maybe I could be happy just with the fantasies. I did tell her about Joan's experiences in the hope that it might convince her to try it herself. After about ten years of patiently talking and doing the role-playing, she became more responsive and sometimes would bring up the fantasies on her own rather than waiting for me to do it, but she would always say afterwards that it was just fantasies, nothing else. We decided for our fifteenth anniversary to treat ourselves to a cruise. We had never been on one before, so we were really looking forward to getting away for ten days. The cruise was scheduled to stop at a half dozen islands in the Caribbean and we couldn't wait. We boarded the ship and set sail for ten days of fun in the sun. There were all sorts of services available on board ship and Maria signed up for yoga lessons. The instructor was a tall, athletic man named Carlos, He was from one of the islands (I never caught which one) and his classes were always full of women admiring his body, which he was always showing off by wearing only thin workout pants and no shirt. I teased Maria that the only reason she was taking the class was to ogle Carlos. The third day out, I was walking to the room where the class took place when I heard Carlos and Maria talking. There was a mirror opposite the doorway and I could see that the room was deserted except for those two. Maria was sitting in a tall stool turned sideways to the door and Carlos was leaning against the wall so that he was looking down on her. Maria works hard to stay in shape and she is proud of her body, but shy about showing it off. It was pretty obvious that Carlos was looking down her tank top, and it didn't look like Maria was doing anything about it from my angle. Something in their body language made it seem that there was some sort of intimate conversation going on. I checked the passageway and saw that it was empty. I carefully edged myself as close to the door as I could so I could hear what they were saying. Maria was leaning back in her chair with her legs tucked in the rail along the bottom. She was wearing a tank top and black shorts. She had her arms wrapped around the arms of the chair and if I didn't know her better, I would have thought she was displaying her body provocatively for Carlos. He shifted his body so that he was standing right over her and Maria had to look up to talk with him. "You are very limber," Carlos said in his accented English. "It is obvious that you know how to use your body." "Thank you," Maria said with a little smile. "I try to work out." "And it has paid off," Carlos assured her. "You are a fine looking woman." As he said this, Carlos gently ran his fingers along Maria's arm I got the impression watching that he was trying to see what her reaction might be. When she made no protest, he grew more confident and ran his hand up along her neck and caressed her cheek. I could see Maria blush, and she licked her lips nervously, but didn't stop him. She did glance at the door, and Carlos laughed softly. "No one ever comes down here," he assured her. "We can talk in perfect privacy." Maria nodded and smiled tentatively at the dark-skinned instructor. "We are going to be staying overnight at the island," Carlos said. "There is a club I would love to show you. Would you like to see it?" "My husband and I were just talking the other night about going ashore," Maria said. "Where is the club?" "I will show you," Carlos told her, stroking her hair. "But only you. Would you come with me alone?" "Without my husband? I don't know if I feel comfortable doing that," Maria told him. I was excited thinking that this might be a repeat of the experiences I had with Joan, but I just knew Maria wasn't going to take the plunge. Carlos didn't replay, but continued to softly stroke Maria's body, moving his hand from her face back to her arms. He moved so that he was standing in front on the chair, between her legs with his hands on her arms. He stood for a few seconds staring down into her eyes, and then began a slow massage, moving his hands up her arms to her neck and face, then back down again. This went on for several minutes. Not a word was spoken, but Carlos never took his eyes off Maria's. I could see that she was beginning to shift about a bit in the chair, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Carlos. He began rubbing her ribs where they were exposed by her shirt, running his hands slowly around so that he was touching her flat stomach. Keeping one hand there, he stepped back a little and began running his other hand up the outside of her leg, then back down behind her knee. Maria swallowed hard and licked her lips again several times in succession, as if her mouth was suddenly dry. I could see that her breathing had increased and she dropped her eyes away from Carlos to look down at his hands on her stomach. His black skin was the exact color of her shorts. He swirled his finger inside her belly button, teasing her, and then very slowly traced a line down to the top of her shorts. His other hand had made its way from the outside of her leg to the inside. "Does that not feel fine?" he whispered. "You have a body that begs to be touched." Maria made no answer, but she didn't stop him either. She slid down in the chair just a bit so that her neck was resting on the back and her butt was nearly off the seat. Carlos too her legs and wrapped them around his waist, leaving himself enough room for his hands to continue what they were doing. "I can stop if you want," he told her, knowing that Maria had already passed the point where she would have said no. "You don't have to stop unless you want to," Maria said hoarsely, in a voice I barely recognized. Carlos teasingly let his finger rub inside the waistband of her shorts, then back to her stomach. He did this several times, each time letting it dip lower and lower. His other hand snaked its way up her shorts, until he was resting his hand just short of her pussy. Maria's mouth hung slackly open and her tongue stuck out one corner as she watched in fascination while Carlos brought her body to a higher and higher pitch of excitement. Her breathing was audible and she tried to thrust her hips against him. Carlos would not allow her to set the pace, but held her off with his hands. He continued to tease her, coming closer and closer to her pussy without actually touching it. Suddenly, he took his hands away and stood looking down at my wife. "What's the matter?" Maria asked. "Don't stop now." "We should stop," Carlos said. "I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble with your husband. If you do not feel comfortable coming with me to a club, I do not think this would be a good thing for you to do." "It's okay," Maria pleaded, still aroused. "I'll come with you tonight, just finish this please." "I do not think you are ready," Carlos said. "I think perhaps one of the other women would be a more willing partner." Maria reached up to grab his biceps and pull him closer. "I want you to finish this, Carlos," she whispered. "I will come with you tonight." "What about your husband?" "I'm sure he won't mind," Maria said. "I'll tell him the whole class is going." She shifted herself so that she was higher in the stool and pulled Carlos down to her so that she could kiss him. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands holding his face against hers as they kissed. I could see that she was using her tongue frantically and rubbing herself against him in an effort to reach some sort of climax. Carlos put her down and nodded. "I will meet you here tonight at 8:00," he said. "We will go into town and to the club. I think this will be a night you will remember for the rest of your life." "What about now?" Maria asked, holding herself against him. "We will continue this later," Carlos told her. "Tonight. If you are not here at 8:00, I will find another. Do not fail me." "I won't," Maria promised. "Where are we going?" "It is a small club called The Blue Parrot. A friend of mine owns it" He leaned down to kiss her again. "I will look forward to seeing you tonight." I moved quickly to get out of the corridor before either of them could exit the room. I quickly made my way back to our cabin and waited for Maria. I was curious to see how she would present this to me. Ten minutes later, she walked in with her face made up and looking as if nothing had happened. "Enjoy your class?" I asked, without looking up from the book I was holding, though I couldn't have told you what was printed on it. "It was good," she said, stripping off her clothes to move into the small bathroom. "The class decided to go into town tonight for a class celebration. Do you mind?" "No, that sounds like fun," I said. "Where are we going?" "Honey, they wanted to just keep this to the class. Is that okay? I promise I'll make it up to you later. I would really like to go." "What am I supposed to do while you're gone?" I asked. "How long are you going to be gone anyway?" "I don't know," Maria said. "It's just this one night. Please?" "Well. Okay," I conceded gruffly. "I guess one night won't make any difference. "I'll find something on board to keep me occupied." "Thanks." The rest of the day dragged by for me, and I'm sure for Maria as well. I could see she was nervous and when it came time to get ready I noticed she was actually trembling a bit as she sorted through her clothes. She finally decided on a thin blouse and a wraparound skirt made out of some sort of flimsy material. "Bye, honey. I'll see you later," she said giving me a kiss. "Okay. Have fun." "I'm sure I will," she said as she left. I gave her a few minutes, and then made my way to a higher deck where I could watch the people leaving the ship. Sure enough, ten minutes later Carlos and Maria walked down the gangplank. He had his arm around her waist and she was leaning against him as they walked. I watched at they made their way into the crowds that always surrounded the ships when they were in port. I looked up one of the stewards that I had made friends with and asked him where The Blue Parrot was. His eyebrows went up and he looked at me in surprise. "How did you hear about The Parrot?" he asked. "I heard some people talking about it and wondered what kind of club it is," I replied. "It's a place with a bad reputation. Some wild things go on in there." "What kind of things?" He shrugged. "The kind of things you would not find at home." "Can anyone get in?" "I have never heard of anyone being turned away. It is not known to that many tourists so they don't have to worry about that. But I'm sure you could get in if you wished. You would not take your wife there, would you?" "Why not?" "White women rarely go in there," was all he would say. "And the ones that do are changed when they come out. If you take her, you must be prepared for a new woman at the end of the night." He gave me directions and I practically ran down the gangway and found a taxi. I told the driver I would give him an extra fifty dollars if he got me there in ten minutes or less. He grinned and said it would be no problem and we took off, scattering pedestrians and other cars like they were blocks. I had one bad moment when we were at a red light and Maria and Carlos walked right in front of the cab. Apparently, Carlos had decided to walk to the club, though I could not figure out why. That would give me a chance to find a spot where I could see them without being seen. There was a group of about ten men walking closely behind them, nudging each other and grinning. As the light changed, I saw Carlos glance over his shoulder at the men and wink. I got to the club and made my way inside. It was a typical tropical bar from what I could see, with bamboo walls and thirty or forty tables surrounding a raised stage. The stage was in the middle of the floor and could be reached by a narrow walkway that disappeared behind some curtains. There were about fifteen islanders, including two women, already in the club, and I felt conspicuous, but no one seemed to notice me I got a beer and found a table in a dark corner, then settled down to watch the doorway. Fifteen minutes later Carlos walked in with Maria. The crowd of men was right on their heels. They got drinks from the bar and moved to a booth behind some plants. It was chancy, but the bar was very dark and I thought I could get close to the booth without being seen. I needed to hear what was being said. A bamboo screen provided cover and the darkness hid me from sight. I could hear everything perfectly, and I could see them through the slats of the screen. Maria sipped her drink. "What is this?" "It is called a Mindbender," Carlos told her. "It is the specialty of the club. Most people like it. Drink it and you will see why it has that name. It will make you do things you have only dreamed about doing before" Maria smiled at Carlos, and then did as she was told. Carlos signaled for another almost before the first was gone. Twenty minutes later, that was gone as well and Maria was obviously feeling the effects. She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and fanned her face. "Did it suddenly get hot in here?" she asked. Carlos moved to her side of the booth. I saw his hand move out of sight under the table and Maria shifted suddenly. "It is you that are hot," he told her, leaning closer to kiss her neck. Maria closed her eyes and sighed. "Your pussy feels like it is on fire." "Oh, god, Carlos, that feels so good," Maria told him, squirming in her seat. Obviously, Carlos was fingering her under the table. I saw the men at the next table looking over with grins on their faces. "Spread your legs for me," Carlos ordered. Maria moved and he put his arm behind her head so that she was pressed up against him. "Yes, that is better. I think we can do without these." He moved his hand above the table holding Maria's panties. He balled them up and tossed them to the men at the next table, who hooted appreciatively. "How do you feel?" Carlos asked, his hand disappearing from sight again. A few more men had joined the first and they were all looking over at Maria and laughing. "Like I am on fire," Maria answered. "What was in that drink? It's making me so horny. I feel like I want to be fucked right now." "Soon, my pet," Carlos assured her. "The night is still young. Look over there. You have an audience. Open your legs and we will give them a preview of things to come." Maria looked nervously at the group. "What do you mean, a preview?" she asked. "You'll see. Now, do what I said." Maria hesitated for just a moment, and then slowly opened her legs, biting her lip and closing her eyes as she did. Carlos looked down. "Don't close your eyes. Look at them! See how turned on they are. Look!" Maria opened her eyes and returned the stares of the men. Just then the PA system kicked into gear and loud music began to play, heavy on the drumbeat. It was the kind of music that hypnotizes you, the drums eventually making you feel like you can't think. Carlos nodded and waved to the bartender who smiled and returned the wave. He dragged Maria to her feet and towards the stage. As soon as he stood up, the men who had followed him in from the street began shouting, moving towards the raised platform and looking up in anticipation. Carlos took Maria up a short flight of steps and stood her in the very center of the stage. A spotlight put them in the center of a circle of white light and all the other lights in the place were turned off, leaving the audience in darkness. If allowed me to get right next to the stage without any fear that Maria would see me. Carlos stood behind my wife and pulled her arms back so they were draped around his neck. He grabbed her around her hips and started swaying back and forth in time to the music, moving Maria's body with him. He stepped closer so that he was tightly pushed against her ass and I could see that she was thrusting herself back against him as they danced. The volume of the music got louder and the speed of the drumbeats picked up in tempo. Carlos reached around in front and began to slowly unbutton Maria's blouse. She started to move her arms and he quickly grabbed them and put them back where they had been. I saw him whisper something in her ear and she nodded. His hands returned to their task and he quickly undid her blouse and pulled it back to reveal a lacy bra, one of the new ones she had purchased for our trip. I remember thinking that she couldn't have imagined this scene when she bought the bra. The crowd started to howl and clap as Carlos showed them my wife's body. Maria kept her eyes closed, but continued to gyrate her hips in time to the music. She made no protest when Carlos slid the blouse form her shoulders and tossed it into the crowd. He leaned back so he could undo the clasp holding her bra closed, and then slowly lowered her arms so he could push the garment to the floor of the stage. When Maria's breasts were revealed, there was a tremendous shout and the men eagerly crowded around the stage. "Get her naked, Carlos," one of the men shouted. "Let's fuck the white woman!" "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" the crowd began to yell. It was loud enough to hear even over the music. Maria smiled lazily down at the men reaching for her, flipping her skirt at them with both hands, then dancing away, but making no move to cover herself. Whatever was in the drink Carlos had given her was obviously doing its job. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with lust and she licked her lips and smiled sensuously. Carlos pulled her back from the edge of the stage and undid the string holding her dress closed. Maria let it fall to the stage, then kicked it aside and walked slowly around the perimeter of the platform, letting everyone get a look at her body. Carlos came up behind her and put one arm around her stomach to hold her against him. His other hand went to her nipples, flicking them back and forth like marbles and causing Maria to gasp with pleasure. She reached behind her to rub Carlos' cock through his pants and sweat poured off her body. She turned and mashed her lips against his, raising one leg so she could push her pussy against the erection still hidden inside his trousers. The crowd loved it. I heard a rolling sound and looked up to see two men pushing a strange looking contraption down the narrow pathway and onto the stage. It was a padded wooden frame made in the shape of a huge X, with shackles bolted to the edges of the wood. Maria was backed against it and her wrists and ankles were secured so that she was spread-eagled and unable to move. Carlos stripped off his clothes and stood next to Maria, his hands busy rubbing her breast and fingering her pussy. Maria craned her neck to watch his fingers pushing in and out of her and she moved her hips as best she could to facilitate matters. Cruise Control 02: The Beginning This story is a sequel to "Cruise Control" which follows a reluctant wife on an island cruise and her sexual escape at the Blue Parrot Nightclub. Since I felt the original was well written I thought I'd do a sequel as a tribute to the author. I provided an alternate ending from the original as a start. * As we returned to our room Maria took a shower and packed her clothes in her suitcase. As she packed I asked her "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean your asking me to let you spend a whole week with someone we don't really know. Tonight was wild but I'm concerned for your safety. We're talking a whole week here." "Don't worry," Maria told me. "How many opportunities will I have to do this again. I'm here now ... I did it already ... it was wild ... I'm not hurt. Don't worry. I will text you often and let you know how things are going. If it turns out to be a bad decision I will leave and take the next ship home." With that being said we walked towards the exiting platform and I gave Maria a big hug. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this. You're my wife of 15 years. But I want you to be happy. If you feel this is something healthy for our relationship then I'll let you do it." Maria hugged me with a big kiss. "Don't worry," she said. "I'll be fine." She then hollered a cab down and off she went. As I walked back to the room I couldn't stop myself from thinking of what was going to happen to her all week. "Can Carlos be trusted?" I asked myself. I became consumed with fear ... and excitement. The ship was leaving in two hours. Back in my room I decided to stay on the island and follow her. I grabbed my wallet and walked off the ship. I yelled for a cab asking the driver to take me to the Blue Parrot. Upon arrival I noticed the club was closed. It was about noon now so I guess a nightclub would be closed. "So where could she have gone?" She did say she needed some new dresses for the week. I decided to head into the village to see if she was there. The village was fairly small. There were a few restaurants and some shops. In order to avoid being spotted I decided to buy myself a large straw hat and a change of clothing. After I changed I spotted Maria across the street with Carlos. She had two large bags with her. It looked like they went shopping. They were sitting at a table drinking. I decided to discreetly leave the store and walk down the street a bit. Finding a bench I was able to watch them as they drank. It looked like things were okay. They exchanged laughs and seemed to be having a good time. It looked like several young male friends of Carlos stopped by to say hello. Perhaps they were at the Blue Parrot and recognized Maria. They shook hands and walked away as if they were planning something. By now it was 6pm and the sun starting setting. Carlos and Maria got up and called a cab. As they drove past me I quickly did the same and asked the driver to discreetly follow that car. The cab Carlos and Maria were in eventually drove down a winding dirt road. As we entered the road the driver stopped and said "Are your sure you want to go down that road?" "Why?" I asked. "Oh mon, white folks no go down that way. It be dangerous." "Why?" I asked again. "How 'bout I drop you off here, mon. You can walk the rest. It not far." "Okay," I said and walked out. I began walking along the dirt road. It was really dark. No moon in the sky. It was also hot surprisingly cause it was night. I could hear the waves crashing along a beach in the distance. As the waves became louder I noticed a faint light in the distance. It seemed to be coming from a boathouse along the beach. I slowly crept towards the boathouse. Then I heard Maria's voice coming from the ocean. There were other voices too. As I watched the voices became louder. Suddenly out of the darkness I saw Maria. She was wearing a tight white swimsuit I never saw before. The front was cut low exposing the inner sides of her breast and the sides road high up on her hip. She was walking towards the boathouse with Carlos and several young men behind them. I noticed a small ventilation window off to the side of the boathouse. Quietly I made my way over to see inside. The room was dimly lit. I couldn't see anything until Maria walked under the ceiling light. Her tight white swimsuit stood out in the darkness. I could see drops of water sliding down her legs. Her body glistened under the light. Carlos stepped in front of her and reached down and grabbed her wrists. He began tying a rope around her wrists and slowly raised them above her head. Then he placed them on a hook hanging above. I watched Maria's face as she looked a little worried. I heard her quietly say, "What are you going to do to me? I thought we were going to the Blue Parrot?" But Carlos did not reply. She looked concerned. Carlos then walked towards the window I was peering through. I quickly ducked. Then I heard a funny kind of cranking noise. I heard Maria ask in a panic, "What's are you doing???" "Please don't hurt me," I heard her say. As I leaned against the boathouse I noticed a small light coming from a crack along the wall. I looked through and couldn't believe my eyes. I saw Maria hung up by her wrists barely touching the floor with her toes. Her body was fully stretched. There was water probably perspiration by now streaming down her tight white swimsuit. I could hear her moan as if her wrists were in pain. Even though I started to fear for her safety I decided to wait and see what would happen. As I looked around the darkened room I could see about eight young black men staring at her. They looked like teenagers. Not even close to Carlo's age. Soon the young men began removing their swimming trunks. I could tell they were very aroused cause they were exposing their large erect cocks. Their large cocks pointed to the ceiling. They all looked at Carlos as if they were waiting for a signal. I heard him say "Begin." One of the young men walked over to Maria and placed a bucket on the floor next to her. Then two more men walked over and did the same thing. Reaching in the bucket one of the men pulled out what appeared to be oil or grease on his hand. It was brownish in color and had a kind of industrial smell. He slowly started to rub it on her thighs. Then another did the same. Soon three of the men began rubbing grease on her thighs slowly working her body. Maria questioned Carlos, "What are you doing to me? Why are you putting this stuff on me???" But Carlos did not answer. I held my breath as he was standing right next to the crack I was peering through. Undistracted, I became hypnotized by the site of my white wife being painted by several greasy black hands. Helpless, Maria began to squirm. But that didn't stop the men. It only increased their arousal. I watched as several greasy hands engulfed her tight perspiring white body. Slowly working her inner thighs. One hand entered her swimsuit from her hips covering her tummy with grease. Another hand reached inside the swimsuit from the back rubbing her hard nipples with the slick oil. I could see another hand working her pussy from inside the swimsuit. As they spun her around another oily black hand worked between her ass cheeks. Soon the other young men joined in rubbing grease in and out of her tight white swimsuit. Oiled hands were now on top of each other as they competed to work her pussy, ass and breasts. Some of their hard cocks rubbed against her oiled body as they surrounded her. Maria began to moan ... this time with pleasure. I felt helpless as these strange men sexually took advantage of my wife. Suddenly Carlos said "Stop!" The men walked back leaving Maria hanging. Her body was completely covered with the slick oil. Her white swimsuit was now brownish in color. Her body seemed to glow under the dim light. The young men looked at Carlos waiting for another signal. Carlos must have nodded or something cause the men began rubbing grease on their bodies. I noticed them rubbing the grease on their erect cocks too. Some started to masterbate as they stared at Maria's helpless body. I could hear Carlos masterbating above me too. Maria's head was hunched over as she looked over at Carlos. She looked around the room noticing the all the men were jerking off their greasy hard cocks while staring at her. It was a surreal site to see Maria covered in oil as these young men jerked off around her. She was too tired for words. Then Carlos said "Begin." The young men walked towards her helpless hanging body and began to grind up against her. They appeared to be rubbing their greasy hard cocks against her oiled body. Grinding their hard cocks against her oiled thighs and sliding them between her ass cheeks. Each of them began clawing at her breasts and pussy. Soon they couldn't contain themseleves. They began violently grinding against Maria's stretched body. It was a wild frenzied site as these men grinded and humped their bodies against my wife. In the dim light I couldn't tell if anyone was fucking her cause all I could see were men surrounding her. She completely vanished in the sexual frenzy. All I could do is hear her breathlessly moan with pleasure. "Ahh .... ohhh ... fuckkkk ... ahhhh .... ohhhh. Fuck meeeee ... ohhhhhh ... yeahhh ... my .... ohhhh ... asssss ... yeahhhhh." The young men started moaning too. "Fuckkk ... yeah bitch ... like that shit ... feelin' that woman ... ahhhh." Some of the men sounded like they were having an orgasm. "Oww ... shitttt ... hell yeahhh ... fuckkk" As each male orgasmed they pulled back. Soon I could see Maria's body exposed. She was completely covered in oil with streaks of white cum oozing down her legs. She was completely exhausted by now. Carlos walked other to her lifting her off the hook. She immediately collapsed on the floor. As she laid there one of the men brought in a bucket of water and dumped it on her body. A few others did the same. After they did that the young men exited the boathouse. I kept quiet in the darkness as Carlos picked up Maria and walked out the door. Someone had pulled up in a car and they both got in. As they drove off I wondered how I would be able to find her again. Cruise Control Recently my husband and I went on a cruise for the first time. It was only a short one, just five days, as we weren't sure how we would take to cruising. In the event we loved it - the ship was superb, the weather was lovely and we got on well with the people we met. It didn't start very well because on the second day at sea Paul tripped and sprained his ankle. It was only a mild sprain and he could still hobble around. Oddly enough it did have one good side effect. Because it was a smaller ship lots of people heard about his minor accident, so people kept stopping to ask if he was OK. It actually served as an icebreaker and we became friendly with people much quicker than might otherwise have been the case. Like many cruises it was geared towards couples, not families. Dinner each evening was a moderately formal affair, so people took a bit of trouble and dressed smartly. Afterwards there was a dance-cum-disco. Because of Paul's ankle we had to sit that out and I declined a couple of invitations to dance. The people on the cruise were a real mixture. Mostly they were couples, but there were several women only groups (all of them older than me) and a good half a dozen single men. Paul got chatting to some of the single men and it turned out that they were all divorced or separated, rather than genuine bachelors. The next night one of the single men protested to Paul that I shouldn't have to sit out all the dances. He insisted that I dance with him, so I did. After that I became a popular dancing partner and by the end of the evening I had danced with five different men. Later back in our room I said to Paul that it seemed odd that they had been so keen on dancing with me rather than with any of the single women. "You're the best looking woman in the room, so you can hardly blame them for wanting to dance with you." I wasn't convinced by that, but didn't know what to say, so instead asked him if he minded the fact that I was off dancing with other men while he had to sit on the sideline. "Not really," he said, "I want you to enjoy yourself, and anyway it's nice to know that my wife is still attractive." The following night we sat with the same group and again I got regular requests to dance. I was polite and didn't refuse any of the men, but frankly three of them were rather dull, one was only so-so, but the other one, Mike, was good company and quite reasonable looking. We got along very well and I found myself chatting to him quite a bit. After 11pm the dance turned to a disco, though it was hardly rave music and there was a heavy bias towards smoochy numbers. Near midnight Mike persuaded me out onto the crowded dance floor and we shuffled around to a slow number. He was holding me in his arms and we were chatting, then he began to move his lips towards mine. I froze and at the last moment he stopped. "Oh God," I laughed rather nervously. "For a moment I thought you were going to try and kiss me." "I'm sorry," he said, "I was going to try and kiss you. But what I really want to do is make love to you." I gasped at that and walked away. I couldn't go back to Paul as he would realise something was wrong, so I headed for the nearest exit. Out on deck I went to the quietest corner and tried to clear my head. There were footsteps behind me. "I'm sorry," said Mike, "I don't know why I said that." "But you meant it didn't you?" "Yes I did." With that he took a step closer, took me in his arms and kissed me. At first I stood very stiffly, then he started to feel my breasts and our kissing became more passionate. His hand moved lower down the outside of my dress and stopped with his fingertips resting lightly, but unmistakably, on my pubic mound. He began to caress me and I knew I should stop him, but I did nothing. I was sure he was going to explore further, but the creak of a door brought me to my senses and I pulled away. "No Mike, I do like you, but no." With that I turned and hurried away. I threaded my way back through the dancers and returned to our table. I smiled at everyone and asked Paul if we could head back to our cabin. He obviously realised something was wrong because he agreed without asking any questions. As soon as we were out in the corridor Paul asked what was a matter. Not here I told him, wait until we reach the cabin. "Is it Mike?" he asked. I nodded. We were barely in the cabin before he grabbled my arm and demanded to know what had happened. "Mike said he wanted to make love to me." "Did he say that when you went outside?" "Oh, you saw us go outside did you? No, he said it on the dance floor." "So what happened outside then?" I hesitated. "Tell me Kim." "He kissed me." "And?" "And he touched my breasts." "What else?" "He tried to touch me down there." "Did you let him?" "No, but.........." I stuttered and stopped. "But what?" I said nothing. "But what Kim?" "I wanted him to touch me." "Where did you want him to touch you?" "Down there." "Down where?" "You know where I mean!" "I think I do, but I want you to say it." "I wanted him to touch my pussy." "Like this?" said Paul, sliding his hand between my thighs and gently cupping me through my knickers. "No, not like that. I wanted him to put his hand inside my knickers." "Like this?" said Paul, slipping his hand inside my knickers and running his fingertip along my pussy. "Yes, like that." "Then what?" "Then he would slip a finger into my cunt." I gasped as his finger entered my wet quim. "Then what?" "Then he would take his prick out." Paul unzipped his trousers. "Then what?" "Then he would pull my panties to one side," I gasped. Paul pulled my panties aside so my pussy was exposed. "Then what?" "Then he would put his big cock into me and give me a good fucking!" I cried out as Paul gave a huge upwards thrust and his prick speared between my cunt lips. One thrust and he was deep inside me and we were doing it - fucking up against the cabin wall! It was frantic - I cried out passionately, unconcerned about the noise I was making. Paul made various guttural sounds, then stiffened and gave an almighty groan. I felt his prick jerk inside me, then there was a warm, wet feeling as he flooded me with sperm. Paul held me pinned against the wall, both of us speechless with the passion that had just been unleashed. Finally we staggered apart. I undressed and climbed into the bed. Paul finished tidying up and then joined me. He parted my legs and lay on top of me, though taking his weight on his elbows. His prick was still damp with our juices and rested limply against my thigh. He kissed me. "That was wonderful," he said. "You are so sexy. Did you enjoy it?" I couldn't deny that I did. "So you don't mind that I wanted Mike to touch me". Paul thought for a moment. "No I guess I don't mind". "In fact it turns you on doesn't it?" I asked. He admitted that it did. "Let me get this straight, if Mike had got his hand inside my knickers would you have minded?" I felt his prick stir. "No," was the simple reply. "It really does excite you doesn't it?" I said. "Yes," he said, almost blushing, his prick stiffening further. "Would you have minded if he'd got his prick in me?" "No," he said, shaking his head. "So the thought of another mans prick sliding between my cunt lips turns you on." He nodded seemingly unable to speak. I pulled him close and whispered into his ear. "Would you like to watch Mike fuck me?" For the second time that night he thrust into me. This time he had more staying power and it was after 1am before we finally fell into an exhausted sleep. We woke later than usual the next morning though we were still in time for breakfast. Nevertheless we were some of the last people there and the dining room was rather empty. At first there was a strained silence between us, but then Paul broke it. "I know last night was very different, but I enjoyed it. Did you?" I nodded in agreement, not sure exactly what to say. I couldn't deny that it had been some of the best sex we had ever had. "Do you want to take it any further?" "What do you have in mind?" I asked. "Do you want to sleep with Mike?" I froze, my coffee cup suspended halfway between my mouth and the table. Paul continued without waiting for a reply. "I've been thinking about it. Tonight's the last night, if we try something and it works for all concerned then fine, but if it doesn't work then we're out of here tomorrow anyway and will never see Mike again. In some ways it's the ideal opportunity." I could see that all made sense, but I didn't see how I could casually ask Mike if he wanted to have sex with me. Paul had thought about that. "If you have a dance with him later tonight then at the end I will make sure I'm stood alone near the bar. You bring him over, excuse yourself and go to the loo, and leave me to have a word with him." "I don't know, after last nights fiasco he might avoid me altogether." "Well if he does then so be it, it obviously wasn't destined to happen." "Let me think about it." "Sure," said Paul. "There's no rush we've got all day." We spent what was left of the morning sorting some stuff out in the cabin, then had a very light lunch. Next we picked up a couple of paperbacks we'd bought and found a pair of loungers on the sundeck. After a while I headed back to the room to get my ipod. Walking down the corridor I saw Mike coming in the opposite direction. As I got near he slowed down and it was obvious he wanted to talk. There was no-one else about and he immediately apologised for what he'd said last night. "Don't worry," I said, "I'm over it." "Can we forget I said it?" he asked. "Not really," I laughed, "but we don't have to let it spoil things, we can still be friends." "Good, it's a relief that you feel like that. Will it be alright if I ask you to dance tonight?" "Well it's the last night, so how about I save the last dance for you." He brightened at that. "And what time will the last dance be madam?" he asked in mock-formal style. "Eleven o'clock," I said, and we both smiled and headed on our ways. I thought I'd handled that rather well. A dance had been arranged and the choice was mine. It could be just a dance - or it could be something else! When I got back to Paul I casually mentioned that I'd just seen Mike. "Was anything said?" "Yes, he apologised again and I told him not to worry. He asked if it would be alright if he asked me to dance tonight and I told him I'd save him the last dance at 11 o'clock." "I see," said Paul and returned to his book. Later in the afternoon we went for a swim and then returned to our room to have a bit of a rest. After that it was time to shower and get ready for dinner. I had saved my favourite dress and some lacy black underwear for the final evening. As he sat and watched me finishing my make-up Paul asked me what I was doing tonight. "I don't know," I said, "I haven't decided. Anyway, if we do anything what will you say to him?" I said, intrigued to know how he planned to put this. "Well I'd say I know he finds you attractive and I understand that and don't have a problem with it. However I'd say that you also find him attractive and as it's the last night I wonder if he would be our special guest and join us for a nightcap in our cabin. I'd make it clear that I would be there all the time and that you would be free to call a halt at any stage and if you did your wishes must be respected." I nodded my agreement to that, and a few minutes later we were off to the dining room. It was the last evening meal of the cruise so the menu was a bit special and it was 9:30 before we headed through to the bar. I had a couple of dances with different men, but when I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:30 I realised I would soon have to make my mind up. I thought for a minute and then tapped Paul on the arm. "I've reached a decision." He looked sharply at me. "And?" "I'm going to dance with Mike and if it feels good then fine I'll do it. But if I dance with him and it feels awkward or uncomfortable then nothing's going to happen." Paul nodded and said that was fine. From then on I found myself checking the clock quite regularly. Then bang on cue at 11pm Mike approached our table, said hello to Paul and asked me if I would like to dance, to which I said yes. By now the DJ had switched to slow numbers and Mike put his hand on my hips and we shuffled round as best we could on the crowded dance floor. I wanted to test things so I held Mike a bit closer than the other evenings and then I rested my head on his shoulder. It was vaguely like being at a teenage disco again and I felt warm and sexy. It was obviously having an effect on Mike because I could feel his erection pressing against my middle. He wasn't doing anything crude like rubbing it against me, but I knew it was there. I toyed with the idea of pressing against him, but that was too forward, so I just stayed where I was. I must admit I felt very nervous. I was a virgin when I met Paul and I have always been faithful to him (and I believe he has to me). However I had said that if the dance felt fine then the deal was on. And the dance felt better than fine, it felt very nice. I knew the song and felt something approaching panic as I realised it was about to end. It was crunch time, I had to make up my mind - was I going to spread my legs for this man? The music stopped and I looked round. Paul was stood on his own at one side of the bar. "Paul's over by the bar. Let's go have a word." I set off and Mike followed me. "Hi darling. The dance floor is really crowded tonight. I suppose it's with it being the last night." "Yes it's a bit of a crush on there," added Mike. "Actually I need to go to the loo," I said. "Can you excuse me a minute?" I headed into the ladies. Sat in the cubicle I put my hand on my chest and could feel my heart pounding away. I waited a bit longer than normal, so I was sure they had time to talk and then I headed back. Paul was stood in the same place, but there was no sign of Mike. "Is everything alright?" I asked. "Yes, fine," said Paul. "We're heading back to the room." We walked along the corridors without saying anything, but once we were back in the room I asked what had been said. "Well I said what I told you I would say and Mike didn't need to think twice, he said he'll be happy to oblige. I asked him to give us five minutes and then come. It's 11:17 now. I noticed he was very punctual for the dance, so he'll probably knock on the door at 11:22." I went into the bathroom, spruced myself up a bit and applied some fresh lipstick. When I came back out Paul had turned off the main light and there was just a table lamp on in one corner of the room. I sat on the bed and waited. When you're watching a clock the minutes seem to drag by. Finally it was 11:22, but there was no sign of Mike. Then 11:25 came and went. I said to be Paul that he must have changed his mind. He told me not to be so impatient and to give it a bit longer. "Well if he's not here by half past he probably isn't coming," I said feeling a real sense of anticlimax. At 11:30 I looked at Paul and he simply shrugged. I felt very mixed emotions. Part of me was relieved that I wasn't going to do something that was frankly out of character, but another part was very let down that having plucked up the courage to do this it had all fallen flat. I levered myself off the bed and went through into the bathroom. I was just in the process of pulling out my makeup wipes when there was a knock on the door. I stepped back into the cabin and looked at Paul. "You'd better see who it is," he said with a smile. I opened the door and Mike was stood there. "Hi," he said. "Hi," I said. He looked quizzically at me. "Can I come in?" "Yes, sorry, of course," I said feeling rather flustered. "I'm sorry I'm late," he explained. "But two couples we both know were stood talking in the corridor and I felt it was best to wait for them to move on before knocking on the door." "That's fine," said Paul. "We were starting to wonder, in fact Kim thought, you must have changed your mind." Mike looked at me. "There was no danger of that," he said with a smile. We stood awkwardly for a minute, then Paul suggested that I give our guest a welcoming kiss. I took a step toward Mike and he put his arms around me and started to kiss me. At first it was just our lips, but it soon became more passionate as we used our tongues. Almost from the start one of his hands was roaming over my backside and it wasn't long before his other hand started to explore my breasts. He squeezed and caressed them for a while before gently running his hand down the front of my dress. In a repeat of the other night he skimmed his fingertips across my pubic mound. This time I didn't back away. Quite the opposite in fact. I was enjoying his touch and could feel my love juices flowing. It was one thing to allow a man to touch my breasts, but much more serious to let him put his hand between my legs. But I did want to allow him intimate access. His hand moved down to my knee then rose up under the hem of my dress. His fingers traced their way past the lace tops of my hold-ups, onto bare flesh and approached my panties. I parted my legs to allow him easy access. At first he touched me through my panties which were damp with my arousal. Then he slipped his hand inside, through my luxuriant bush (I'm quite furry down there!) and onto my waiting pussy. I shivered as he ran his finger along my lips and opened my legs wider in an instinctive request for him to explore further. I stifled a moan as he slipped a finger into me, then two fingers and I wriggled with pleasure as he finger-fucked me. It was nice but I wanted the real thing, so I reached down and was rewarded with the feel of a rock hard erection. Mike switched his attention to my clitoris and I writhed as he played with me. I was slightly surprised when he took his hand out of my knickers, then he asked me to turn round. Once I'd done that he unzipped my dress and helped me slip it off. I turned to face him and began to unbutton his shirt. He unclipped my bra and I shrugged it off. Not surprisingly his head went down and he began to lick and nuzzle at my breasts. At the same time he tugged at my knickers and in seconds a pair of lacy black panties were carelessly discarded on the floor. I undid the buckle on his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. Next I tugged at his undies and they descended causing his erection to bob into view. I went on my knees to finally remove his trousers and pants. Of course that brought me level with his cock and with only a moments hesitation I took the end in my mouth. Then I took it further in as he ran his fingers through my hair. I ran my nails gently across his balls and then gave them a squeeze - in a few minutes they would be releasing their load inside me. "Enough," said Mike. "Don't make me come yet. Go on the bed please." I moved onto the bed and lay on my back with my head on the pillow. My legs were open in invitation. Mike moved above me and we kissed passionately. He shifted his position slightly and I felt another surge of love juice as his prick came to rest against my cunt lips. I felt light-headed in the knowledge that we were almost there. I parted my legs even wider and moved my hips offering myself to him. Then I cried out as after nearly thirty years of marriage my cunt finally yielded to another man's prick. He pushed into me and began to fuck me with deep, firm strokes. I must have made a bit of noise because he asked if I was alright. I told him I was fine and that he had to keep fucking me with his lovely prick. He said he'd be happy to oblige, especially as I had such a fuckable cunt. Cruise Control After a while I got him to lie on his back, then I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft. I used my hips to grind down so I was fully impaled on him. Then I leaned forward and dangled my tits enticingly in front of his face. Of course he lunged at them and sucked enthusiastically on my nipples. All the while I was rotating my hips and it was obviously having an effect because he said he would have to come soon. "Alright," I said. "But take me from behind." So I went down on all fours and he slipped his prick back into me. He reached between my legs and played with my clit. I began to shake as a major orgasm racked through me and Mike realised this and speeded up. Then he gave an almighty groan, thrust deep into me and I felt his prick jerk and jerk as he pumped what felt like a river of sperm into my cunt. We lay motionless for a while, then Mike slipped his clothes back on, gave me one last passionate kiss and left our cabin. Within seconds Paul had undressed and climbed onto the bed. His prick slid into me very easily. "Well," he said. "What's it like to be an experienced woman?" So I told him in explicit detail what it felt like to have another man's cock inside my cunt and it wasn't long before he added another load of sperm to the store already inside my pussy. Cruise Control "What should we do with her?" Carlos yelled to the crowd. "Fuck her!" They yelled back. The frame was high enough that Maria was at the right position to be screwed upright. Carlos walked to where she waited and rubbed the juice from her pussy all over his cock to lubricate it. He was large and thick and he had to slowly feed the length of his dick into Maria, pushing until all eight inches were snugly inside. HE began to hunch his hips back and forth, withdrawing until only the head was inside her, then slamming the length of his cock home, moving faster and faster as Maria accommodated his size. Maria's head fell back and she was gasping for breath as if she were just finishing a race. Carlos began to move in time to the drums, and the crowd continued to urge him on with screams and shouts of joy as they watched. "Fuck that white bitch!" shouted one of the men, climbing on stage and beginning to strip off his clothes. That seemed to be some sort of signal for the rest and the platform was quickly crowded with a half dozen naked black men, eager for their turn with my willing mate. In the audience, the women who had stayed were quickly engaged and the entire bar was soon the scene of an orgy that was like something out of a story of ancient Rome. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Carlos had finished and the next man took his place, shoving his cock inside Maria and grabbing her around the hips for more leverage. Others pawed at her tits as she was being fucked and Maria was laughing and urging them on. It was like a wild side that had been penned up in her for years was suddenly being set loose. She took on six men in the next twenty minutes, her face a mask of pleasure. Carlos stood off to one side with a smile on his face, and then he stepped behind her and began kissing the back of her neck. Licking his way up to her ears and turning her head so he could kiss her. He whispered something to her and Maria shook her head no. Carlos reached around in front of her and began rubbing her nipples, rolling them between his fingers like grapes. He said something to her again and Maria shook her head no again, though with much less conviction this time. He reached down to rub her clitoris as the man in front of her was fucking her, and this time when he whispered in her ear, she nodded. He said something and she nodded again. Carlos immediately made a cut sign with his hand and the music stopped, leaving the club suddenly quiet enough that you could hear the smack of flesh on flesh as Maria was being fucked by her latest partner. Carlos was given a portable microphone and he stepped away leaving Maria to the attention of the man who was still thrusting his way inside her. "Ladies and gentlemen, an announcement for your pleasure," Carlos said into the mic. "Our guest has something to tell you." He walked behind Maria and whispered, "Tell them what you have agreed to, darlin'" he urged. Maria squirmed in her shackles. "What is it you want, woman?" Carlos said with a grin. "I want to be fucked again like this," Maria said, the microphone making her words clear to all. "You want to be fucked in front of all these people?" Carlos asked, teasing her. "Yes, yes..." "But your boat leaves tomorrow," Carlos said. "What about that?" "I'll stay here," Maria said, pushing her hips back to meet the thrusts of the man servicing her. "But you are married. What about your husband?" "He'll have to let me stay," Maria panted. "I want to do this again." "You would do this again?" "Yes, I want to. I want to." Ohhhhh, fuck me!" This was directed to the man who was slamming into her. "We will give you your wish," Carlos told her. "When the boat sails tomorrow, you will stay here and we will see how much you like to fuck." Maria took on several more men that night. I think her final total close to a dozen. The frame was rotated so that Maria was on her back with her head hanging down and a new line formed so she could give blow jobs to any men interested. By the time the club closed, she had sucked off another ten or twelve guys. Carlos saw me while this was going on and nodded his head. "I thought I saw you before. Your wife is a hot little number." "What did you give her?" I asked. He laughed. "There is nothing but a little rum in that drink. It's the idea that it does something to you that lets these uptight women let go. Your wife is the wildest yet. You know she will not be getting back on that boat tomorrow." "She won't want to stay here when she comes to her senses." "I will bet you she does. We will ask her. If she says she wants to stay, then you come back for her when the boat returns here next week. If she says she wants to go, I will give you a thousand dollars. Bet?" "All right." When Maria was finally finished, Carlos went up on stage and undid the shackles. He led her down to the table where the fun had begun so many hours before. I sat down and Maria looked at me in surprise. "Where's the rest of the class?" I asked, just to see what she would do. Carlos had his arm around her and he idly rubbed her nipple as he listened to our conversation. Maria snuggled up against him with a moan of pleasure. "I didn't think you would agree to let me go alone." Carlos said, "Your husband thinks you will change your mind about staying here." "This was wild, but it's time to go back to the boat," I told her. "Okay, that's a good idea," she said and I held out my hand to Carlos for the money. "I need to get some more dresses for the next few performances." Maria said. "You're staying?" "This was so wild. I want to do it again and again. When am I ever going to have another chance like this?" "I told him he could come back and get you when the boat comes through next week," Carlos said. "That's a good idea," Maria told me. "That will give me seven days of this before we have to go home. Find somebody on board and fuck them all week while you think about me getting fucked here every night by a bunch of strangers." She licked her lips. "Come on, let's do this. It will be wild and I'll never say no to anything you want when we get back home. We can do anything." Carlos smirked at me and pushed Maria's head down into his lap. She looked up at me while she grabbed his dick and started sucking him off. She moaned and slurped like it was the sweetest thing she had ever done. Carlos started to shoot off and she took every bit before sitting up and wiping her mouth. "Let's go get my stuff. I'll give you a blow job in the cab before we get to the boat." We did what Maria wanted and she spent a week as the headline performer at the club. She has told me plenty of stories about what happened there night after night, and it's true that she has never been the same. She keeps telling me over and over again, "I wish I hadn't waited so long to do this. Think of all the time I wasted."