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Pussy Poker

By: LynnGKS



My husband and I had just boarded the Seabourn Sojourn in Manaus Brazil for a sixteen-day cruise down the Amazon and up to Ft. Lauderdale. We are sitting in the boarding lounge sipping champagne waiting to be escorted to our cabin.

My name is Sharon Clark and twenty years ago I married my husband Mike in college. Mike was a grad student at the University of Wisconsin in Madison and I was working my butt off as a tech at the McArdle to supplement his small salary.

Mike, as he said, "got lucky" in the lab and discovered − I think created would be a better word − an antibody that was useful in treating a rare form of childhood cancer. He had interested a small group of investors in backing a Biotech start-up firm and after ten years of backbreaking work the drug got a favorable review from ODAC and approval by the FDA.

A major pharmaceutical firm that wanted to market the drug purchased his company and now Mike has a good job running one section of that big company and a nice portfolio of stock. That's what allows us to take vacations like this one where our cabin cost thirty thousand dollars for two weeks! When I think of the long hours he worked, I believe he earned it!

Mike taps my shoulder and points at the line of passengers waiting to board.

"I'd swear that's George Payne," he said. "He's got the same beard."

I looked at a couple standing in line and suddenly I recognized that beard and face. 

My God, I thought, that's him! That's the guy we called "tomato balls" because he had the biggest testicles we had ever seen on anything other than a bull.

As I looked at him, that whole memory came alive literally exploding in my head. We had been in a swinging group! And the things our group had done! There were six couples. All the guys were grad students or post-docs in the biological sciences at the University of Wisconsin in Madison. And all the gals worked to help them get by on their small salaries.

That was twenty years ago and we had fucked like bonobos. We were swingers but we had a closed group. We did ordinary swinging of course, swapping wives for a night or a weekend and group sex, but the games were very original.

We had one game we called pussy poker. It was played in a well-lit living room that had a chair with a back exactly high enough for a gal to bend over the back and take it doggie. We arranged the chairs in front and then each gal was dealt a face up poker hand of five cards. The gal with the lowest hand had to strip naked and assume the position bent over the back of the chair facing her audience with her boobs hanging down.

Then the guys, except for her husband of course, were dealt similar poker hands. The winner got naked and fucked the gal doggie while the audience watched and applauded.

The husband, with his pants down, had to sit in the front row watching his wife get fucked while the gals and guys in the audience made bets on how long it would be before he got an hard on watching his wife fuck. All the guys got a hard on sooner or later and some had one when they dropped their pants.

If hubby got an erection everybody knew he enjoyed being cuckolded so he had to masturbate with everybody watching him while he watched his wife fuck. When he finally ejaculated the audience cheered and applauded.

One variation of the game was to blindfold the gal and make her guess who the guy fuckin her was by reaching between her legs and feeling his balls. George was the easiest because he had such big balls that the girls called him tomato balls. Poor Mike had such tender testicles that one squeeze and he'd squeal and the gals identified him right away.

It was a fun group for two or three years, but then the guys got serious about their careers. After all, they had wives to support.

My memories were interrupted when George and Cathy entered the lounge. We waved but they didn't see us. They sat down across the room drinking champagne with the other couples waiting to be escorted to their assigned cabins.

Mike pulled out his pocket note pad and scribbled a note. He tore the page out and handed it to me to read. It said, "Hey Lady − you wanna fuck?" I laughed and handed it back to him nodding. He folded up the note and called one of the waiters serving champagne to the passengers. He pointed Cathy out carefully and the waiter delivered the note.

Cathy opened it and read it. Then she handed it to George who looked very angry and grabbed the waiter by the arm, quite obviously asking him who sent the note. The waiter pointed at Mike and George began an angry walk across the room toward us.

When he got closer he did a double take and started to laugh as he ran up to us and shook Mike's hand and kissed me. Then he waved to Cathy to join us. We hadn't seen them since leaving graduate school all those years ago.

We exchanged the usual information and then the talk became more personal. Had we continued as swingers? After I said we hadn't, Cathy said that neither had they. Then she added a comment.

"I've not had any action since we left Madison, but George fucked a red headed post-

doc all summer about ten years ago. That's all the action he's had."

"You KNEW about that little bitch?" George said, completely surprised.

"Of course I knew. But if it makes you feel better George, I figured I should give you a little slack. You were up for tenure and under a lot of pressure that summer. Your career was on the line. I figured a little strange stuff would relieve some of your stress."

"Feel better? Shit! You just now made me feel WORSE. I fucked her once and then I thought about you and figured I'd better not fuck her any more. I didn't want to hurt you. If I'd known it was okay with you I'd a fucked her all summer. She was good pussy!" 

"As good as me?" 

"Of course not! Nobody is as good as you."

"Then why waste your time on strange stuff?"

Then is a soft, loving voice she said, "But thank you darling for thinking of me. That was a lovely thing to do."

"What cabin are you in," I asked, changing the subject.

George looked at his key card and said, "Number 623."

"That's great," I said. "We're on the same deck just down the hall in 635." 

Just about that time our room numbers were called along with another couple from deck six and a team of very courteous people escorted us to our cabins where our luggage had already been delivered.

On the way I was once again impressed by the tact of the Seabourn staff. Mike was carrying his briefcase as he always does and a staff member looked at it.

"May I take that for you sir?" A bright young man with an English accent asked.

"That's alright," Mike said. "I'll carry it."

Then the staff member said, "Sir, I wouldn't want my supervisor to see you carrying that bag."

Mike handed it to him. Talk about tact! He handed him his bag to keep that kid on good terms with his supervisor who didn't want passengers carrying anything at all. 

When we got to our cabin I checked the bar and there were the bottles I had requested. Seabourn stocks your cabin with your choice of booze and there was Mike's Macallan 12 and my Tito's plus a Knob Creek for any guest we might have who wanted bourbon. Our butler, a handsome young kid named Roger with an Irish accent, checks daily to replace any empties when he brings our afternoon caviar. All included "free" in the admittedly expensive cost of the cruise.

We had several hours before we sailed and in a few minutes we were joined by George and Cathy with drinks in hand.

"Hell!" said George. "Your cabin's twice the size of ours."

"And we're paying big bucks for it," I said. "Mike can afford it now. No more Early Times for us."

"Jesus I almost forgot Early Times," Cathy said, laughing. "Remember that cheap scotch? What was it called?"

"Vat something," I said trying to remember. "I think it had a number."

"Have you two seen any of the other people from our grad school group?" Cathy asked.

I said that we hadn't. Most of them were at various universities and we had read some of their papers.

"George," Mike said, "what are you into these days? I've read your stuff on DNA polymerase and some of your grad students seem to be doing well."

"Same-o, same-o," George said. "We know a little bit more about coding errors but there's a long way to go. How's your work going with capitalist exploiters of the common man?"

"We're finding more common men to exploit every day. We're selling 'em my new drug. They gotta buy it if their kid's got cancer."

Mike laughed.

"Seriously Mike, that drug's a real advance," George said. "I saw your paper in JCO. Your drug has doubled the five-year survival. That's a lot of kids!

"Yeah I know," Mike said. "Some tumors are developing resistance and we're working on a modification. I HATE cancer especially in kids but let's not talk shop. What are we gonna do on this cruise?"

"Cathy and I are gonna spend a lot of time on your double sized veranda drinking your booze. And ... I don't know ... are we too old to fuck? I mean fuck other people."

"It's not OUR booze George. It's free. And NO we're not too old to fuck but that's gonna feel very strange. I haven't fucked anybody except Sharon in years."

As we began this cruise Mike and I had talked about "rejuvenating" our sex lives. Somehow in the last few years sex had become less exciting than it had been in the first few years of our marriage - and certainly less exciting than it had been in graduate school. We'll swap with George and Cathy, I thought. That will be a great way to start the rejuvenation process. I looked at George and thought about playing with those huge testicles. Yeah I thought, fuckin George is gonna be fun.

Our departure allowed us a beautiful view of the city and the Amazon river was low enough for us to see many lines on the wall which marked the levels of the river during the periods of flooding that were a routine part of the rainy season. We had a very relaxed dinner and walked past the casino, which was loaded with gamblers. Neither Mike nor I gambled but it was always a surprise to me that so many people, who were smart enough to get rich, were dumb enough to gamble.

The four of us had a lot to drink in our cabin and then wordlessly and not even talking about it we got naked. I fucked George while Cathy fucked Mike - a new peter felt good for a change and George's huge testicles were fun to play with while he fucked me. When he started pounding me hard I let go of his balls, lifted up my hips and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of those big balls slapping me in the ass.

When Cathy heard that familiar slapping sound she looked over at us, smiled, and winked at me as her husband, grunting like an animal, pumped his load deep into me. Then she turned her attention to my husband and brought him off skillfully. This was gonna be a good partnership.

"Quality pussy," said Mike as he finished her off.

Then we swapped and did our spouses - all in a big king-sized bed. It was a good time but somehow not quite the same as I remembered in grad school. I thought about that and couldn't think of why it was different. Maybe I better not say anything, I thought.

We fixed drinks and sat on the veranda naked in the dark as the ship sailed slowly down the wide Amazon. I was hoping people in the adjoining rooms would not peer around the wall separating the verandas and see us naked. It was like we all had the same thought at the same time.

"It's okay to be naked," said Mike. "Nobody is gonna lean out and look around the barrier at us."

"And if they do," George said laughing, "Sharon and Cathy can stand up and walk over to them naked and invite them to get naked and join us."

We laughed and then sat in silence for a few minutes until George spoke again - this time soft and very serious.

"It wasn't the same exactly as twenty years ago," he said. "I wonder why?"

"You're right George," Mike said. "I mean ... no offense Cathy ... it was good pussy but not the same as twenty years ago."

Cathy laughed and responded, "Well Mike, are you saying you don't want to fuck two women on this trip?"

"Of course not, but ... but ..."

George suddenly interrupted, "He's saying THREE would be better than two."

"And just where, George - my loving husband - do you expect to find a THIRD cooperative piece of ass?"

"Yeah," I said, "I don't know if Mike could handle three gals, but it would sure as hell be fun to watch him try at forty-plus years of age. We all watched him easily handle three back in grad school and George too. But George, you were panting very hard just now when you did me."

Somehow the party had picked up steam. We were laughing and drinking more and George even reached over and patted my ass. Then Mike asked George where he expected to find a third couple that were swingers.

"Not a third couple," George said. "Just a horny bitch that wants to fuck - a bitch who will think we're doing her a favor by fucking her."

"That's it George," I said. "You not only have an exaggerated notion of your sexual prowess but a fantasy that there's a group of babes out there that are just waiting eagerly to fuck you. I'll bet you a blowjob on the promenade deck that you can't even find one such babe on this whole ship."

"I'll take that bet," George said. "I'll introduce you to a gal who is eager to fuck tomorrow night."

"George," my husband said, "Sharon is right. Where are you gonna find a horny bitch that wants to fuck - I mean, except for our wives."

"You saw a half dozen of them tonight as we walked out of the dining room," George said laughing. "They were sitting at what the crew call 'the ladies bar' just before you get to the casino."

I suddenly remembered that bar, which was full of ladies with very few gentlemen. They were all drinking alone and they were all in their late forties or early fifties. I remember thinking at the time that they were all married to husbands who liked to gamble - liked it so much that that they spent all their time in the casino leaving their wives to sit and drink alone. I suddenly realized I was gonna lose my bet. Jesus! On my knees blowing George on the promenade deck? Shit! Maybe late at night - very late! And I'll need a pillow to kneel down on.

George explained to the three of us exactly what I had been thinking about the gals at the "ladies bar" and slowly my husband and Cathy began to nod their heads and smile.

He concluded, "Sure some of them are too old or too fat but we're sure to find at least one that's not TOO old and not TOO fat but who does feel neglected and horny. We'll pick her up together so she'll think that even if her husband sees her walking by the casino he'll see she's in a group. We'll bring her back to this cabin and everyone will drink and start takin off their clothes. Mike and I will fuck the bitch while you two girls watch and then you'll see a gal who hasn't had an orgasm in months pump her ass and cum big time and be grateful - very grateful."

We all laughed, as the party got better. We got drunk and fucked some more and this time there was a lot of talk and the old spirit we had in Madison seemed to return.

We slept late the next morning and after a light lunch the boys decided to try out the cigar room and Cathy and I sat on the veranda reminiscing about our swinging group all those years ago in Madison. We were swapping erotic stories and laughing.

"I really enjoyed fuckin your husband last night," Cathy said. "He pounded this old pussy like he did in grad school."

"I enjoyed fuckin George," I said.

"You know," Cathy said, "I think a guy is a better fuck after he watches his wife pump her ass to cum with another guy ... like ... well ... like he's trying to prove he can still fuck like he did when he married her."

"I think you're right," I said. "I think that's why our guys were so good last night."

Then Cathy paused a moment in thought and said, "Do you remember Mothers' Day?"

I felt a sudden arousal as I remembered it and there was that special feeling in my pelvis. If we talk about that, I'm gonna get a wet pussy, I thought. It was the one experience that Mike and I talked about the most in bed and the experience that gave me the most fantasies.

"I remember it," I said. "Mike and I sometimes play a game remembering it."

"Yeah," said Cathy. "George and me too."

We sat there in silence, sipping chardonnay. But our minds were going back twenty years and my pussy was starting to get wet. I was sure Cathy was getting wet too.

It had been a Sunday afternoon. Mothers' Day. Four of the six wives had gone home to see their mothers and Cathy and I had stayed in Madison. Somehow, I was never sure why, but all the guys had come over to our apartment to drink and party. Cathy and I had looked at each other and grinned as we both realized at the same time how this party was gonna end - we were gonna get fucked - really big time fucked.

After about an hour of drinking, without saying a word, the guys got naked. Cathy and I found ourselves staring at six big erections. I went into the bathroom and got several bath towels. I spread out two of them next to each other on the rug.

"That's a new rug," I said and everyone laughed as they realized the amount of jism that was gonna be dripping out of Cathy and me.

"Move mine further over, out of the sunlight," Cathy said. "I never been fucked in bright sunlight."

Everybody laughed again. Cathy and I stripped down for them, both of us starting to get aroused. We did it slow for the guys to enjoy but we were not professionals - we were lab technicians - so it was a bit sleazy - more like whores than dancers. But it was effective in getting those young peters a little bit harder.

I remember asking myself, "How many times am I gonna get fucked?"

I knew these young guys were good for four loads each but I also knew that some could do five. I remember laying there naked with my legs spread waiting for the first peter, calculating what four times six was and silently thinking that's a minimum of twelve fucks each - Jesus! A dozen - a dozen for each of us, but there were gonna be more than just a dozen. The guys were gonna be horny because this was more like a gangbang than group sex. Cathy and I had gone into the bathroom and each of us had squirted half a tube of lubricating jelly unto our rectums - knowing our guys preferences we were both gonna get butt fucked big time by at least two - maybe three of them.

I heard some one say, "How we gonna do this?"

Someone else said, "Alphabetical order, except husbands go last."

Then someone said, "Okay George and Mike, just sit back, watch and wait your turns. We are now gonna entertain your wives - big time."

Then I felt a guy crawl between my legs and I felt a nice hard peter shoved into me and I was wet and ready for him. I started pumping my ass and I looked over at my husband sitting in his usual chair watching me get fucked, his cock was hard and waiting. I know my husband was thinking, "A lotta guys are gonna fuck her before I get to." I was thinking the same thing.

Then I played a game. I turned my head so I couldn't see Cathy and told myself I was the only gal there. This was a gangbang and all those guys drinking beer and walking around with hard peters were gonna take turns fuckin me - just set the beer can on the floor and mount up when the guy before him pulls out his drippin peter and crawls off me. Later when Cathy and I talked about that afternoon she told me she played the same game herself.

We had changed towels after the first six guys and again after the next six. Those towels were dripping jism. Then I stared counting after that. I'd been drinking a lot but I counted three more guys. Jesus! Six guys and fifteen fucks! A Girl had to be young to handle that - I was twenty-three. My pussy had been sore for a week but not for anything would I have given up that wonderful afternoon - well, afternoon and evening - it was dark when I enjoyed my last fuck - a guy slows down a bit after his fourth or fifth piece of ass.


Pussy Poker



Cathy's voice interrupted my thoughts, "You got a wet pussy?"

I nodded.

"Me too," she said. "I hope the guys get back soon. I need to get laid before dinner."

That night after dinner we stood outside the dining room looking out a large window at the dark jungle passing by. From time to time we surveyed the crop of neglected wives drinking at the bar. None was skinny but some were less fat than others. Finally we selected a bleached blond, maybe forty-five. She was dressed like she wanted to get picked up. The barstool next to her was empty which made picking her up easier but I think it was her big tits that made the final decision for George and Mike.

We walked over to the empty barstool laughing and talking about shopping in Manaus. The bartender, Hal, was a very friendly young man from London, who like all the crew quickly learned my name and used it each time he saw he later. I sat on the stool and ordered five small shot glasses of Macallan 12. I passed them out giving the fifth one to the blond.

"Share a toast with us," I said.

Then I toasted, "To a pleasant voyage" and we all drank the Macallan neat in a single swallow.

Turning to the blond I said, "My name's Sharon. Are you alone?"

"I might as well be," she said. "My husband spends all of his time playing blackjack. He thinks he can beat the odds but he never does. My name is Lori."

"Hi Lori. This is my husband Mike and our friends George and Cathy."

Everyone shook hands or nodded a greeting.

"How long will your husband be in the casino?" I asked.

"Till it closes at midnight," Lori said.

"Don't sit here for the next four hours. We have one of the large cabins and we're all going up there to watch the river go by under that almost full moon and drink and party. Why don't you come up and party with us?"

I could see her make up her mind in an instant and she said, "I'll do it! Good old Bob will lose several hundred dollars and I'll gain several pounds from the booze but I'll do it. He'll never miss me."

She left her drink at the bar and the five of us walked down the hall to the elevator and rode up to our floor. I think she knew that "party" meant she might get laid and she was looking forward to that. Both our husbands were surveying Lori's tits, which were large, easy to see with the dress she had on, and jiggled a lot when she walked.

I asked myself will she or won't she? I made a personal guess that she would - she would fuck - fuck big time. Cathy and I were gonna have fun watching our loving husbands fuck a bitch with handholds. She wasn't exactly what you would call fat but she had some extra pounds on her tits and ass. Those big tits would look good bouncing around when we got her on top doing one of our guys cowboy.

It was much easier than I thought it would be. A drink of good scotch, a couple of raunchy jokes, a slap on my ass, then Cathy's ass, and finally Lori's ass. Then out to the dark veranda to watch the river go by. The laughing and talking slowed down and slappin ass gradually became squeezing ass, and then the clothes started coming off.

"We better get inside," Mike said and five buck naked people walked into that well lighted cabin. Mike and George, each with a hard on, walked around turning down the lights, their erections bouncing up and down as they walked.

We all got into that big king-sized bed Lori in the middle between two guys and each guy next to the other guy's wife. Peters were played with and tits but the first tits played with were Lori's. Each guy sucked on one to start off.

"Lori's our guest," I said at what seemed the proper time. "She's first. Mike will you do the honors? Lori, you wanna fuck my loving husband?"

"With pleasure Sharon, with pleasure," Lori said eagerly.

My husband rolled over on his side and cuddled with Lori. The he gave her a long kiss and I could tell she was sucking on his tongue.

"What would you like Lori," he asked in his soft loving voice.

"I haven't been fucked in a year," she said. "Start with a simple old-fashioned and we'll work on the advanced stuff later."

She spread her legs and my husband rolled over between them.

"Let me put it in," she said. "It's been so long since I felt one of these things."

She guided him in and said, "Jesus that feels good," as Mike began to fuck her gently.

"Where do you want your legs?" Mike asked lovingly and I thought, not for the first time, that my husband was a natural born lover.

"Up but not over your shoulders - I haven't done that since college," Lori said.

Mike fucked her slow and gentle. This was fun to watch, I thought - a whole new kind of fun. Lori was moaning and pumping her ass in perfect rhythm with Mike's thrusts. Her pussy may have been neglected but she hadn't forgotten how to use it.

Lori whispered softly, "Oh Mike baby this is wonderful! My God it's so good! Oh yeah! Fuck me baby!"

Then she said it again and several times more for about five minutes. Then she suddenly took a deep breath, held it, began to grunt, and started pumping her ass hard and fast. She's getting ready to cum, I thought. Suddenly she cried out almost as if she were in pain and groaned rhythmically for over a minute in the longest orgasm I had seen for a long time.

"Jesus that's a muscular pussy," my husband said. "It grabbed my dick like a strong hand and just kept on massaging it."

Mike rolled off of her, breathing heavily although he didn't cum.

Lori said, "Thank you Michael. That's the first time I've been fucked in a year. It was wonderful."

"Okay tomato balls, it's your turn," I said. "This was your idea so give the lady a proper fuck. Lori we call George tomato balls because he has the largest testicles we've ever seen. Reach down and feel them."

Lori reached down as George moved between her legs and grabbed him by the balls.

"Jesus," she said. "These are the biggest balls I ever felt. He must have a lot of stamina."

"He did when he was twenty-five," said Cathy with a chuckle, "but he's been slowing down a bit since he passed forty. We're gonna find out how many loads he can pump tonight. There's three gals for him to service."

George fucked Lori much like Mike had done and once again Lori started slow. After a few minutes Lori started laughing.

"Don't be so gentle," she said. "That pussy won't break. Put my legs up over your shoulders and pound me hard. I wanna find out if I can still fuck the way I did in college."

"Yeah George," Cathy said laughing. "Fuck the lady like you used to fuck me in college."

I was surprised and I think Cathy was too at the sudden fierceness with which George began to pound that lady's pussy. And Lori took it - in fact I think she liked it. She had another orgasm and George hardly noticed as he pounded his way to his first orgasm of the night. As he finished her off he just lay on top of her panting for air. He was obviously exhausted and both Cathy and I started to laugh at him.

Cathy asked, "How many more fucks like that have you got left George. I sure want one and I think Sharon will want one too. Can you do that three times?"

Everybody laughed at that except for George who was still gasping for breath.

"Just like college," Lori said. "I got fucked just like when I was in college. I'm gonna be sore but not sorry. Thank you George."

"And thank you guys for picking me out from all those other horny broads at that bar. They all wanted to fuck. They don't admit it but they do. Okay guys it's time to fuck your wives or should I say each other's wives. I'll have a drink and watch. This is the best cruise I've ever had."

And they fucked us and then swapped and fucked us again each guy happy that he pumped three loads without difficulty and each wife happy that her husband still had energy when he finally got around to doing her. Then we sat out on the veranda having a drink and resting.

Finally Lori looked at her watch and said, "The casino closes in a half-hour - I better get back to the ladies bar."

"Maybe you girls ought to fuck Lori's husband," Mike said. "Fair's fair."

"He won't do it," Lori said. "Good old Bob would rather gamble than fuck. My husband forgot how to fuck after he could afford to gamble. Sex is boring compared to roulette. But sex is not boring for me. I hope you guys want me again tomorrow night. I know it's kinda embarrassing for a girl to ask two guys to fuck her but I'll be at the ladies bar if you want some more of this pussy tomorrow night."

The girls worked on their make-up and hair and we dressed and escorted Lori back. Sure enough, right at midnight, Lori's loving hubby, "good old Bob" exited the casino and approached his well-fucked wife sitting at the bar. She kissed him with lips that had sucked two dicks since he had left her.

We headed back to our veranda and had one more drink before getting to bed. Then, George and Cathy went back to their own cabin. We slept late, had breakfast in bed at 10AM and sat on the veranda watching the jungle pass by. Occasionally we saw native canoes row out to the ship and the crew threw them, of all things, empty plastic bottles, and they smiled, waved, and picked up every bottle. Plastic bottles must have dozens of uses in the jungle. Then we took an excursion boat into a small stream where the crew showed us some piranha, each with a mouthful of small, very sharp teeth.

We joined Cathy and George for a light lunch and we four then sat on our large veranda watching the jungle go by, drinking Macallan - but not too much. We wanted to be in shape to fuck after sundown. This is the way a cruise should always be, I thought, sleeping late and drinking all afternoon and fucking till we pass out at night.

After dinner we walked into the "ladies bar" and sure enough there was Lori sitting in her usual place. She turned and looked at us and smiled. She saw us talking and a look of concern crossed her face. She was hoping the guys would select her to fuck again. She'd given her best last night and she was hoping it was good enough.

Jesus, I thought, it's almost pathetic to see a gal with a neglected pussy so eager to get the damned thing serviced. I hope our guys want to do her again. She's so nice.

"You want to fuck her again or get some new stuff," Cathy said to George.

"She's a good fuck and we got over two weeks for new stuff," George said. "Let's fuck her again. What about you Mike?"

"It was good pussy. Yeah, lets fuck her again," my husband said. "She's so grateful and I like grateful pussy."

"You bastard!" I said. "I'm grateful too. You haven't had a choice of pussy like this in a long time."

Cathy chimed in with, "They haven't had a choice of pussy like this EVER."

We walked over to the bar laughing and Sharon whispered into Lori's ear. Lori smiled, nodded, and slid off the barstool and whispered to us.

"I got a friend - Amy, the blond on the other side of the bar - the one whose tits are about to fall out of her dress. She's real horny and she wants to fuck. You guys want to try her out?"

George looked at Mike and Mike nodded yes. George said confidently, "Sure, lets give her a try."

"Give her a try?" Cathy whispered with a big smile. "I want to see you try to pump a fourth load George. You'll get a soft and floppy peter. I'd love to see you trying to fuck a horny bitch with a soft peter. I love you George, I really do, and you're a great fuck but you ain't twenty-one anymore and its time your peter told you exactly how old you are."

I looked at the expression on George's face. He wasn't sure he could fuck four gals either but no way was he gonna admit it.

"Lets go for it," George said, and I knew my husband Mike was gonna have to fuck four gals too. I hope he has it in him to do that, I thought. I don't want to see the man I love embarrassed by a soft dick bending double as he tries to shove it into a wet, eager pussy. And wives always get fucked last at parties like this so I'll be the one to suffer.

So the six of us headed for our cabin. Amy's husband and Lori's were in the casino sitting at the blackjack table hoping to beat the odds. They had maybe a ten percent chance of winning but their wives had a one hundred percent chance of getting thoroughly fucked while their husbands gambled.

It was the same routine as the night before. Drinking and talking and rubbing ass and then the clothes came off and we were out on the veranda and the new gal Amy got fucked standing up - a real accomplishment for George since he had had a lot more to drink than Mike did. Then we all went in to fuck in bed and the guys had to deliver. I remembered those times back at Madison when we had as many guys as gals. That made a difference.

Guys always think they can fuck but they really can't perform when there are twice as many gals who want to fuck as guys. But we were having fun! Although I must say we spent more time on the veranda talking about fuckin than layin in bed and doin it!

It was only ten o'clock and Amy and Lori's husbands had two more hours to gamble. All of us were about fucked out, the boys had pumped three loads each and we were sitting naked on the dark veranda watching the Amazon roll by under a bright moon but two wives had not been fucked by their husbands.

"I was almost ready to go to that damn cocktail party," Amy said. "I finally had to do that on my last cruise."

"What cocktail party?" I asked.

"You've seen it listed with all the activities in the morning bulletin," Amy said. "The party for gays and lesbians. There comes a time when a friendly tongue on your clit is better than a plastic peter even if that tongue belongs to another gal."

She reached over to George who was sitting next to her, ran her hand up his thigh and cradled his testicles gently.

"You got big balls George," Amy whispered. "And they really felt good slappin me in the ass a few minutes ago. Thank you for that fuck. It's hard to believe that two wonderful men have fucked me tonight. It's been almost a year since I felt a hard dick inside me."

"Your husband hasn't fucked you for a year?" Cathy said in surprise.

"My husband doesn't fuck me at all," Amy said. "I'm talking about the plumber - a kid half my age. Fucked me three times in less than an hour scared shitless he was gonna get caught. I thought about blowin him to say thank you but that stuff felt so good pumpin into my pelvis that I didn't wanna waste any on my tonsils. Unfortunately all our plumbing has worked perfectly since then but me and my vibrator keep remembering that afternoon."

Amy continued to massage George's balls. Cathy got up and kneeled in front of her husband and stared playing with his dick.

"His dick's still soft," Cathy said. "George, you've fucked three women and haven't gotten to your wife yet. I expect you to fuck me tonight."

"Maybe I've had too much Scotch," George said.

"What you've had too much of, my darling husband is not scotch - it's pussy! George you've had too much pussy. Three loads may be the max you can pump now that you're over forty. There was a time when you didn't think it was possible to get too much pussy but that time may have passed. Amy, keep playing with his balls and I'll suck on this damn thing. Maybe I'll get lucky."

I reached over to Mike and started playing with his dick. I think he was turned on by the wet sounds Cathy was making working on George's peter. Whatever it was I felt Mike's dick start to get a little bit hard. Don't take any chances, I told myself, as I took that gradually hardening peter into my mouth and sucked it. It's getting hard -no time to go into the cabin, I gotta do him here. I stood up and bent over the railing.

"Do me doggie baby, do me doggie, just like pussy poker," I yelled, and guided him into me.

I was proud when Mike rammed that sucker home and began his fourth performance of the night, but I realized that any neighbors on the veranda next door were no longer in doubt about what we were doing. Fortunately I think they had already gone to bed.

And so it went night after night for a week. It seemed to get better every night. We discovered that a long rest on the veranda after their third fuck allowed the boys to get it up for a fourth - at least most nights.

Of course, like all guys, our husbands wanted blowjobs. And they wanted them standing in the middle of the cabin, hands on their hips like kings, with the poor gal on her knees on the rug. Fortunately for Cathy and me, Amy and Lori were happy to oblige because they wanted the guys to keep choosing them for sex each night.

The guys decided to keep Amy and Lori instead of looking for strange stuff. The blowjobs were important of course but the thing that turned the trick was, I think, that every night when we took them back to the bar Amy and Lori each whispered sweetly to our guys, "Thank you. I want you to fuck me tomorrow night. Please. I'll do whatever you want." These gals needed to fuck and horny gals begging to get fucked really turned our guys on - made our forty-something year-old guys feel like young studs.

The cruise continued down the Amazon to the Atlantic Ocean and then turned north into the Caribbean where we visited Devil's Island. We found Amy and Lori to be very friendly pussy although both Cathy and I were a bit jealous that our husbands thought that Lori's deep throat was the best they'd ever had. Both Amy and Lori were delighted that the guys didn't want to explore new pussy so they busted their butts fuckin like nymphos to keep our boys happy.

Finally, George reminded me of the blowjob I owed him for the bet we had made. Originally I had thought that I'd blow him late at night when the promenade deck was empty but by that time each night he'd fucked four horny bitches - so it had to be in the early evening when his pecker was fresh.

But in early evening the promenade deck was loaded with joggers and walkers! I explored it all one afternoon and finally found a place partially screened by life saving equipment where Mike and Cathy and the girls could stand as a shield from people passing by. There was a single window overlooking the site but if no one was in the cabin this place might work if everybody stood real close together.

Early that evening all of us headed for that spot, me carrying a pillow. The deck was loaded with people walking and jogging and talking and laughing only a few feet away but they couldn't see us with our people blocking their view. There was no light in the cabin - it seemed empty, probably the passengers were still at dinner.

I hadn't sucked off George for twenty years and I couldn't remember what he liked but I got down with my knees on that pillow with my back to that window and George pulled his shorts down revealing a semi-rigid cock with his big balls hanging low. Lori and Amy had been giving all the blowjobs so this was something new for them to watch.

As I started suckin George's cock a group of walkers stopped only a few feet away and began a discussion about our tours on Devil's Island. They didn't distract me but I hoped George could concentrate on business. Think about pussy George, I thought, this is no time to think about which Devil's Island tours were the best.

I got him hard and then started a regular rhythm that I hoped would bring him off quickly. No way could I do the deep throat that Lori was so good at. I barely got the head of his cock into my mouth. I was massaging his huge testicles and he took my head in his two hands and began to hump, fuckin me in the mouth so that the head of his cock got back to my tonsils - thank you Lord, I said to myself, the bastard is turning on and I didn't gag.

Somebody walking by told a joke and a lot of people laughed. Shit I thought. That doesn't bother me because I'm working and not turned on, but poor George is supposed to be sexually excited by what I'm doing. This is taking a very long time, I thought. BJs may be fun for guys but a they're a hell of a lot of work for gals.




Pussy Poker



Finally he started humping faster and grunting and then I felt his balls lift up out of my hands and he began pumping spurts of thick jism onto my tonsils. Thank God it was his first load of the day and he was fast! But it was a big load so I had to suck and swallow and suck and swallow for over a minute until he finally let out a big breath and relaxed. I took his dick out of my mouth and rested on my knees breathing as heavily as George was.

"That was good," George whispered. "Not as good as Lori but good."

That pissed off Cathy who whispered, "Shame on you George. A simple thank you would have served. Lori has had more practice than Sharon this week."

I got up off my knees and turned toward the window and was shocked to see two grey-haired little old ladies standing with their noses to the window and big smiles on their faces. I was the only one who saw them but one gal gave me a thumbs up as they pulled the window shade closed. Shit! I thought, I hope they enjoyed the show!

Finally we reached St. Martin where the ship anchored at sunset and didn't depart until the next night. That meant a full day ashore, which for Lori and Amy's husbands meant a new casino to try. For us it meant the world famous nude beach where some of the prettiest women in the world walked around stark naked and proud to be seen.

We hired a driver for the six of us who would deliver us to the nude beach and wait till we were ready to return to the ship. Our driver, a young black kid who claimed to be eighteen, pointed out the sights as we drove to the famous beach. He parked close to the beach and we all got out and just stood there trying to decide what to do. It was about ten in the morning and the sun was shining brightly - not a cloud in the sky.

We saw people walking on the beach, maybe fifty yards away. They were obviously nude. Most had towels around their necks but no one was wearing clothes or bathing suits. Most of the gals had thick, curly haired beavers but a few were shaved.

"This is it folks," our driver said with a wide grin as we got out of the van. It was obvious that this kid was looking forward to seeing four white ladies - all blonds - strip down buck naked right in front of his eyes.

We stood there viewing our surroundings and not saying what we were all thinking, which for the girls was, "Can I get naked in public?" and for the guys was, "Will I get a hard on?"

I figured it was my job to say it so I laughed and said, "Okay everybody, get naked!"

We started to undress with that kid watching, obviously turned on by what he was seeing. When we were all naked we looked each other over - we had been naked in a dimly lit room and on the moonlit veranda, but never in bright sunlight.

Four beautiful blond women, two a tad overweight, all with big tits, and each with a generous, curly haired, brunet beaver telling everybody how the hair on their heads got blond. I looked at my husband and at George in the sunlight. Both had peters to be proud of and George had those huge low hanging balls that any man would envy. Neither had an erection - but they were not soft either. I said a silent prayer for Mike, "Please Lord don't let my husband get a hard on."

I walked over to our young driver who couldn't take his eyes off my tits and standing only inches away I put my hand on his arm and said, "You wait here. We'll be back in a few hours."

The kid had a huge bulge in his pants. I resisted the temptation to squeeze it.

I grabbed towels from the van and passed them out saying, "Towels around your necks like you see those people down on the beach - and guys, if you start to get a hard on hang your towel over your arm and hide it. Let's get started."

We joined the naked people on the crowded beach and strolled along, trying to look casual. Being naked in public for the first time is not easy.

"My tits are jiggling," Cathy said. "I'm trying to walk so they won't but I can't."

"So are mine Cathy," I said. "And Amy's and Lori's tits are jiggling. When you got big tits there's no way to keep 'em from jiggling when you walk."

"Yeah, but guys are looking at 'em," Cathy said plaintively.

"They're looking at more than your tits," I said. "You're buck naked Cathy and you got a really big clit sitting there in an island of curly hair. Are you getting a hard on?"

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe I better stop looking at these peters."

"Have your fun honey," I said. "You're gonna see more peters than you've seen in you life and I'll bet some of 'em are gonna be worth lookin at."

Ten minutes after we started walking I saw the headwaiter that escorted us to our table every night, naked as a jaybird, walking straight towards us, his eyes moving from my bush to my tits and back again to my bush. He turned his head and checked out Cathy the same way. Then he broke out in a big smile.

"Mrs. Clark, Mrs. Payne, its so good to SEE you," he said as he smiled, his eyes moving briefly to our faces before they returned to our naked bodies. He seemed to emphasize the word "see."

Oh shit, he's seeing us all right, I thought. He's seeing everything we got from beaver to tits. He nodded to Amy and Lori and casually ran his eyes over their naked bodies before he quickly returned his gaze to Cathy's clit, which was hard and prominent again. Well, I thought, I can't complain - it was me that decided to get naked in front of all these people. So I just have to let the horny bastard look at whatever he wants.

Then I looked down at his penis and was shocked to see, perhaps, the smallest penis I had ever seen in my life. It was tiny and circumcised with a small pink head sticking straight out and he had little balls to match. I lifted my gaze to his face and he seemed to realize I had seen how diminutive his equipment was. He quickly looked at George's crotch and then at Mike's. I looked too and was proud of what I saw. The dicks on both our husbands dwarfed his little pecker. All of my embarrassment immediately vanished and I broke out in a big smile.

"It's nice to SEE you too William," I said with a bit of laughter in my voice. Then, rather obviously I looked down at his tiny penis again and grinned. He was crushed! You bastard, I thought, being naked works both ways.

This is fun - show him your tits, I thought. I raised my arms and adjusted the towel around my neck, which allowed me to move my shoulders back and show off my tits to tease him. William's eyes widened as he stared at them. Cathy also had noticed the diminutive pecker on our headwaiter. She looked at me and winked. What the hell I thought, relax and have fun.

I don't think our husbands noticed a thing. They just seemed embarrassed that our headwaiter had looked at their wives naked.

William walked on his way and so did we. A half hour later we met a laughing group of crewmen from the ship. They stopped and smiled, as they looked us over, all getting a good look at four buck-naked women they had seen clothed every day for a week.

We all smiled back and let them look. First it was our Irish butler Roger who smiled and waved, then our friendly English bartender, Hal. And several more I had seen but didn't know.

Almost a dozen guys I was gonna see daily had a good look at my naked body, tits, tush, and bush. All of them smiled and said hello and several even called me Mrs. Clark. These guys were gonna be seeing me daily on the ship for the next week but what the hell, I thought, there's nothing I can do about it now and it was MY idea to get naked - let 'em look.

I checked out all the guys and suddenly discovered that our butler Roger had the nicest cock in the group - big and uncircumcised. Jesus! That sucker had to be over nine inches long when it got angry. I couldn't stop looking at it. Then, suddenly, my damn nipples decided to get hard and all the guys looked at them, firm and erect. You bastards, I thought, you're having fun and there's not a damn thing I can do about my nipples - they've got a mind of their own. Then one of the guys looked me in the eye, grinned and winked and suddenly I felt naked - very naked.

Shit! Roger's big cock and these bastards looking at me naked are both turning me on! My nipples are erect and suddenly I could feel my pussy getting wet. Oh my God I thought. If my pussy gets wet my inner lips will swell up and hang down. I got big pussy lips and they'll be easy for these guys to see and they will figure out fast that being looked at naked makes me turn on like a slut. And I am turning on for sure - turning on big time! I looked down and my clit was hard and standing out even more than Cathy's. Shit!

Cathy leaned over close and whispered urgently in my ear, "Dammit Sharon get your legs together. Hold 'em tight. Your pussy lips are hanging down and they're engorged and wet. Stop looking at Roger's big dick. It's turning you on. Keep your legs together you horny bitch - don't let those bastards see a wet pussy hanging down! They'll know you want to fuck. I'd like to fuck that kid too but I don't want the whole damn crew to know it."

I held my legs together tightly, took my eyes away from Roger's beautiful cock, and tried to get myself under control. Gradually I felt better.

Our friendly English bartender Hal was looking Amy and Lori up and down very carefully. He walked over close to them and leaning closer he said, "Ladies, where are your husbands?"

Lori responded sarcastically, "Our husbands would rather gamble than look at naked women."

Hal leaned even closer and almost whispered, "I don't agree with your husbands choice. Naked women are much more fun. Especially if they enjoy being looked at. Are you girls enjoying yourselves?"

Lori was embarrassed and giggled but Amy called his bluff. Putting her hands behind her head and moving her elbows back she showed Hal the biggest pair of tits on the beach.

"Hal," Amy said, "You're always trying to look down my dress at your bar. There's not much light in that bar. Have a look at these things in bright sunlight. Being looked at naked IS a lot of fun."

Then, hands still behind her head, she laughed and shook her shoulders to make her tits jiggle.

I looked at Hal's cock and saw it pop up hard like it was on a spring. It was circumcised and about five inches long sticking straight out and almost quivering. He quickly covered it with a towel.

"Why Hal," Lori said in a distressed voice, "I thought you'd be bigger than that."

Embarrassed, Hal turned and walked off, the towel still covering his erection.

Enjoy yourself you horny bastard, I thought, but tonight you're gonna be playing with that little peter jackin off thinking about Amy's tits while us four gals are gonna get fucked - fucked twice each! It's our husbands who are gonna get the four pussies you're looking at - all the pussy they can handle - at least I HOPE they can handle it all.

We kept on walking down the beach and soon we began to see some natives of St. Martin. Black men. Very black and very tall. And all with giant uncircumcised cocks swinging as they walked - cocks that looked like they might be a foot long when they got hard.

Cathy leaned close to me and said softly in my ear, "Jesus Sharon! Did you see the size of that guy's cock?"

"I noticed," I said.

"They're all big!" Cathy said with astonishment.

"I think maybe the guys with big ones come here to show off," I said.

"They're not showing off," Amy said. "They're professionals."

"Professionals?" I said.

"I got the scoop the last time I was here," Amy said. "Those guys are for sale. For two or three hundred bucks they'll fuck. Fuck a gay guy in the ass or fuck a guy's wife if the guy wants to watch her take a big one. Can you believe some guys pay to watch that? There are some shacks off the beach a ways that they use. If you want to know what a foot long peter feels like here's your chance to bend over and take one."

Cathy turned to her husband and in a sweet, innocent voice she asked, "Honey, do you want to watch me fuck a black guy with a foot long peter?"

"Not for three hundred dollars darling. Find a guy who will do you free and enjoy yourself but make sure he wears a rubber."

Cathy turned to me and asked, "What does that mean?"

I said, "I think it means he doesn't object to you fuckin a big black dude but he doesn't want to spend his money for it."

"Tell him I'll take it outta my clothing allowance," Cathy said.

At which point Lori and Amy and Cathy and I all burst out in laughter.

Much more relaxed now we continued walking slowly down the beach looking at naked people till Cathy leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Look at my loving husband."

I glanced over at George and saw his eyes focused like lasers on what had to be the biggest set of boobs on the beach - bigger than Amy's. Then I looked at the bitch.

"Yeah," I said. "And check out what the bitch is looking at."

"Shit!" Cathy said. "She's staring at my husband's balls!"

"You can't blame her," I said. "George's balls are as big as the balls on a bull and they hang almost halfway down to his knees."

"Look at how they're both walking," Cathy said. "They're putting on a show for each other."

It was true. The bitch was walking in a bouncy gait that caused her tits to jiggle deliciously as she walked and George had begun a swaggering gait that caused his huge, low-hanging testicles to swing back and forth with each step. George was staring at her jiggling tits and she was watching his swinging balls dangling low.

"Let him look Cathy,' I said. "Let him have some fun. George could have fucked that grad student all summer but he didn't because he didn't want to hurt you. You're lucky to have him."

"I know that," Cathy said. "And you're lucky too. Mike is not gonna cheat on you and there's not a man in the world who could make you forget Mike."

I nodded as I thought about how much Mike and I were still in love after all those years. Later that night, I was to remember what Cathy had said, as I turned into a filthy slut when a really large penis made me forget the man I loved.

We walked for over an hour and then turned around and headed back. If you had told me in college that I would get bored looking at dicks, black and white, cut and uncut, big and small, then I would have called you a liar. But I finally saw enough dicks - for the first time in my life, I saw enough dicks. And my husband and George, I think, had seen enough pussies - shaved and bushy, big thick clits or little ones, inner lips invisible or hanging down big and wet. I wasn't the only bitch who got turned on looking at peters.

But I had to admit that tits were different - big or small, jiggling or firm, nipples flat or erect, tits hanging low like pancakes or pointing up - well tits were all different. Maybe you couldn't see enough tits.

We finally got back to our van. Our driver had moved it closer to the beach and there was a big wad of Kleenex on the floor under the driver's seat and the unmistakable odor of semen in the van when we got in. I think the kid had moved the van closer for a better view and jacked off over and over as he sat in the front seat watchin naked women walk by. I looked at Cathy and she made the motion of sniffing the air and winked at me.

When we got back to our cabin on the Sojourn, Mike showered and went shopping. I got in the tub for a long, luxurious soaking. I was drying off when I heard Mike come back and I opened the door and walked over to the closet to get a bathrobe.

"What did you buy honey?" I asked as I turned toward him.

Then I froze! It was not Mike. It was our Irish butler Roger with our afternoon caviar. He was standing there looking at my naked body with surprise. Then he grinned. It was the same grin I had seen on his face barely three hours ago when he and some other crewmembers had looked at me naked on the beach.

I had my robe in my hand and my first impulse was to cover myself. Then, I thought, what the hell, he's not seeing a thing he didn't see on the beach. So I threw my robe on the couch, pulled my shoulders back to show off my tits, and walked naked over to him bouncing my tits as I walked. I held out my hands for the caviar. He seemed dumbfounded but he handed me the tray, which I carried to a small table - giving him a nice look at my naked butt, which he may not have seen on the beach.

I turned to face him again and saw a large bulge in his crotch. I felt myself starting to turn on. Remembering how big his dick had looked on the beach, I thought maybe that big thing would be fun to play with. What the hell! I thought, why not find out? So I walked back across the room and grabbed hold of it. It was huge. I unzipped his fly and reached in for his pecker.

"No Mrs. Clark. Please don't do that ... please ... don't ... if I get caught I'll get fired. This is my first cruise. I've just been working for a week."

He was stammering now. He was obviously shy but that didn't keep me from getting his pecker out so I kept on pulling it out of his pants. I was right! It was huge and rock hard with big, bulging blue veins. I looked down at it sticking straight out proudly and it was truly a thing of beauty.

I love uncircumcised cocks so I began to play with it, skinning back his foreskin to reveal a big purple head. This damn thing had to be over nine inches long, I thought - a lot bigger than my husband! Bigger than any guy I'd ever fucked. And it was thick - my thumb and fingers didn't touch when I grabbed it firmly.

This is a real piece of meat, I thought, as I started to stroke it slowly moving that huge foreskin back and forth, uncovering and recovering that beautiful smooth purple head, thinking as I played with it, I gotta fuck this guy - somehow someway I gotta fuck him - I gotta feel this big thing deep inside me.

"Please Mrs. Clark ... please ... don't ... don't ... do this," he said.

"You're right Roger," I said, continuing to stroke his cock. "This is not the time - but you sure got a nice one. Please let me play with it just a couple more minutes."

But now he was humping in rhythm as I stroked. He was turning on and somehow I just couldn't seem to let go of that beautiful thing.

"Please Mrs. Clark ... don't ... What if your husband comes back?"

I thought, if my husband comes back he won't care a bit. He'll just watch me give Roger a blowjob. 

I dropped to my knees and pulled back his heavy foreskin to reveal that big purple head just inches from my lips and then I simply couldn't resist. I had to taste it. I took the head of his dick into my mouth and ran my tongue around that thick thing to tickle it. There's nothing quite like the taste of an uncircumcised cock. He moaned, began to hump harder, moving that big thing in and out of my mouth with a steady, slow rhythm. I felt my pussy getting wet.

Then Roger did what he had wanted to do since he entered the room - he took my tits in his hands and played with them - with me on my knees suckin his cock they were hanging down perfectly for him to do that. I put my hands on his hips and set his rhythm. Now he was fucking me in the mouth, deeper and deeper with each thrust. My tonsils were caressing that big purple head and he was gonna get back past 'em in a minute to the back of my throat where I wanted him. Then I said to myself, this kid won't last very long. He's gonna cum real quick - enjoy this monster while you can!

Jesus this big dick feels good! I'm gonna blow him! No way am I gonna stop now. I got this kid exactly where I want him. He's mine! He was trembling and grunting as he humped. I wrapped both arms around him with my hands on his butt and pulled his hips hard and his dick went all the way in until he was against the back of my throat and my lips were in his curly pubic hair. I breathed deeply through my nose and enjoyed the delicious smell of sweaty male genitals.




Pussy Poker



Roger let go of my tits, grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started fuckin me in the mouth fast and hard and deep. It's a damn good thing I'm an experienced cocksucker, I thought, the average bitch would choke on this big thing fuckin her in the mouth like this.

I closed my eyes and tightened my lips around his cock knowing what I was gonna taste in a very few seconds. And then WHAM! I felt him shooting a big load against the back of my throat - thrust, grunt, spurt - thrust, grunt, spurt. Every time he shoved his big cock past my tonsils he grunted and another spurt of jism hit the back of my throat like it was never gonna stop - and I was swallowing every drop of that thick, delicious stuff.

Shit! He was fast! From the time I put the head of his dick into my mouth till I had a mouth full of jism couldn't have been more than two minutes! But what an enjoyable two minutes for us both.

I heard Roger breathing heavily. Reluctantly I took that big dick out of my mouth and felt it start to get soft in my hands. I milked him down and a drop of creamy white cum the size of a pearl appeared at his meatus. I licked it off and enjoyed the taste before I swallowed it. Then gently, lovingly, I put that beautiful penis back into his pants and zipped up his fly.

I looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Did you like that Roger? Did you like looking down at a naked bitch on her knees with her tits bouncing while you fucked her in the mouth?"

He stammered, "Ah ... ya ... yes."

"How old are you Roger?"

"Ta ... ta ...twenty-three," he stammered.

Shit I thought, HALF my age! He's just a kid but I gotta have him!

I got up off my knees and said, "You wanna fuck me tonight?"

He halfway nodded and stammered, "Ah ... ah ... I'm ... off ... off at ... at nine."

"Then I will expect you here shortly after nine," I said. "And then Roger, we're gonna fuck big time. You're gonna get all the pussy you want."

I put my hands behind my head, elbows back, showing him my tits saying, "And you can play with these again tonight before you fuck me. Okay?"

He was trembling now but he closed his eyes and nodded yes.

Then I turned and put on my robe and smiled at Roger, whose crotch started to bulge again. At that moment I heard the keycard open the lock and my husband entered the room.

"Roger just brought our caviar," I said.

"Thank you Roger," said Mike, not noticing the bulge in his crotch as Roger left the cabin.

"Mix our drinks Mike and sit down. I have a story to tell you."

Mike and I sat on the couch and I leaned over and said, "Kiss me."

He did and I put my tongue in his mouth and he quickly pulled away.

"Your mouth tastes like jism! Did you just blow that kid?" Mike said laughing.

I nodded, laughing with him.

"I saw you looking at that kid's dick on the beach today. And I saw how big it was. And now the first chance you get you blow him! The next thing I know you're gonna want to fuck him! Did you proposition that kid?"

"As a matter of fact Mike, I did. I told him if he came to our cabin tonight I'd fuck him."

"What did he say?" Mike asked expectantly.

"He said he'd stop by around nine o'clock."

"You're one horny bitch. You been horny since we got married twenty years ago."

"Yeah and that's why you stayed married to me."

Mike smiled. Then, as if he wanted to relive and picture in his head what had just happened he began asking me questions.

"So you stripped down naked for him?"

"No. I had just finished bathing and I heard our cabin door open and I thought it was you so I walked out of the bathroom naked. But yeah, I was buck-naked - starkers. And I stayed that way when I saw him and I walked so as to make my tits bounce."

"And he got a hard on," Mike said. "So you took his dick out and played with it?"

"Yeah," I said and Mike reached down and squeezed his peter, which was getting hard. He was turning on picturing me with Roger.

"And you got down on your knees, peeled back that heavy foreskin and sucked his big cock?"

"Yeah, I took it back past my tonsils, darling. He was very aroused - trembling with arousal - and I knew he'd cum real fast."

Mike unzipped his fly, took out a rock hard peter and started to stroke it slowly.

"Tell me about his cock," Mike said in a husky voice.

My husband's head was obviously full of dirty pictures and he was getting very aroused thinking about me blowin Roger. He was turned on big time. Well, I thought, tell your loving husband the dirty story he obviously wants to hear.

"How big was it?" Mike asked, again in the husky voice of arousal.

"It was big Mike, really big. A hell of a lot bigger than the peter you're playing with now. I'd say it was well over nine inches long - maybe ten - and thick as hell and covered with big blue veins. AND it was uncircumcised - you know how I like the taste of an uncircumcised cock. That's why I sucked it. I had to."

Mike was pounding his peter a lot faster now, his eyes were closed, and he had leaned his head back on the headrest of the couch. I'd never seen my husband jack off like this, thinking about me and another man.

"Have you ever fucked a guy with a dick that big?" Mike asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear me say it.

"Never," I said. "You're the biggest I ever had. But I want to fuck one bigger than yours. Darling, Roger's coming back here tonight. I want to fuck him."

Suddenly Mike groaned stroked his dick very rapidly and began ejaculating thick, creamy semen high in the air. Spurt after spurt landed on the front of his pants and even as high as the sport shirt he was wearing.

He had been holding his breath while ejaculating and as he finished he let out a big breath and groaned, "Oh my God! Thank you baby. Thank you for doin that."

Mike just laid there, head back, eyes closed, his pecker getting soft in his hand, breathing heavily. Jesus, I thought, that was fast and now he's thanking me for giving another guy a blowjob and telling him about it. He's really turned on.

It's funny what crazy things go through your head at times like this. Looking at Mike's jism stained clothes I suddenly thought, I can't send those to the laundry with cum all over them - I'll have to wash them out myself. It's a good thing they're washable.

Then I remembered that Mike ejaculated right after I told him that I wanted to fuck Roger. Did the thought of me fuckin Roger turn him on? Well, I thought, lets find out.

So I said it again, "I wanna fuck him Mike. I wanna fuck Roger tonight. Are you gonna let me do that?"

Mike opened his eyes and looked over at me silently. He was still holding his peter and almost trembling with arousal.

"Darling I really wanna fuck that kid," I continued. "I want to feel that big thing deep inside me. I want my hands on his naked body feeling his muscles when he pumps that thing in and out of me - he's so young and so strong and so virile. And that damn thing is so big. I just gotta fuck him! May I fuck him darling? Please?"

"Do you think that ... well ... that maybe he'd ... he'd ... let me watch?" Mike said very softly.

My God, I thought. He's really aroused. I'll fuck Roger and tell him about it if that turns Mike on but he wants to watch! He's never done that before. He wants to watch a stud fuck his wife. He's seen porn flicks. He knows what a husband does after his wife gets fucked. How do I handle this?

"He's very shy," I said. "I don't think Roger's had much sexual experience. I don't think he knows that some guys like to watch. If fact Michael, I never knew that YOU liked to watch."

He seemed to get embarrassed and in stumbling speech he said, "Well we've had group sex haven't we. I mean in Madison and on this trip with George and Cathy. I've watched guys fuck you."

"Michael, what we did in grad school and what we're doing with George and Cathy on this cruise is very, very different from you sitting in a chair and playing with your peter while you watch Roger fuck your wife - that's perverted. You wanna talk to me about that?"

"I guess I'd better," he said. He laid his head back on the headrest again and closed his eyes before he began to speak very softly.

"In grad school when we played pussy poker I always hoped you'd be the gal getting fucked. It always turned me on. I don't know whether you noticed but I got an erection real fast when it was you and I never lasted very long when I stroked it."

"I never noticed you being different from the other guys," I said.

"And in group sex I always positioned my partner so I could watch you get fucked. I liked to watch that. And this week I've enjoyed watching George fuck you."

"Darling," I said, "I don't think there's anything wrong with that. A big part of group sex is watching other people fuck. I enjoy watching you fuck - I like to see you have fun. You weren't the only guy that enjoyed watchin his wife get fucked. That's an important part of group sex."

"Yeah but suddenly, I feel this need, this really urgent need, to ... to watch Roger fuck you. I think being there watching you get fucked and would turn me on big time."

I had to think this thing through. Surely he's seen in porn flicks the humiliation of a cuckold watching a stud fuck his wife.

"I understand why you wanna watch Roger fuck me darling," I said. "It'll turn you on. But you watching him fuck me wouldn't work."

"Why not?" Mike asked.

"Think about it," I said.

Mike looked puzzled so I gave him a clue.

"He's gonna fuck me more than once darling," I said. "I'd be expecting say, three loads."

"A kid his age can do that easy," Mike said.

"Yeah but haven't you watched any porn darling? What does a husband do after a stud pumps a load into his wife?"

Mike still looked puzzled. Then suddenly the light dawned.

"Oh shit," he said. "I don't wanna do that."

"Do what darling?" I said in my sweetest voice.

"Eat his jism out of your freshly fucked pussy. Suck that stuff out and clean you up so he can fuck you again - all with him watching me do it. I'm not gonna do that. I just wanna watch him fuck you and ... and ..."

I said as sweetly as I could, "Darling, Roger's gonna fuck me more than once and if you're watching he's gonna expect you to clean me up each time. That's just the way it works."

Mike thought some more, heaved a big sigh, and said, "You're right Sharon. I can't watch. It won't work."

Thank you Lord! I thought. My husband is not a pervert!

"I'd hate to fuck a young stud with you not there but if you're not gonna eat me out for him then that's the way it's gotta be," I said.

Mike started laughing, "You would not hate it, you would love it."

Mike seemed to have recovered a little from what ever was bothering him. But I think he was unhappy about the situation I had put him in by suckin that kid's peter. I think he wanted to watch that stud fuck me.

Then I had a sudden idea.

I said. "Maybe if we got Roger into a group sex situation you could watch him fuck me and not have to eat me out."

"How do we do that?" Mike asked.

"What about this?" I said. "Roger is gonna get here around nine tonight. I'll fuck him and afterward I'll tell him that I want my friends to join us. Then I'll call George and Cathy's room. You'll be there and have Lori and Amy as well. You all come here and get naked. Those gals saw the peter on that young, muscular, twenty-three year-old kid. They're twice his age! They'll stand in line to fuck him! Those horny menopausal broads will drain that young stud dry. We'll have a really big party. But it will be a group party so you can watch but you won't have to eat pussy."

"That sounds like a great idea," Mike said.

"So darling," I said. "When Roger gets here at nine o'clock tonight do I have your permission to fuck him? It'll be the first time I ever fucked a guy without you watching but I promise to get you here as fast as I can. That's a promise darling. One fuck and I'll get you here. I promise."

"Yes Sharon," Mike said his voice hoarse with arousal, "you have my permission to fuck him."

"Thank you dear. Thank you. You're a wonderful, loving husband," I said. "Now let's call George and Cathy and invite them down to share the caviar."

***

The cabin was dark. I turned my head and looked at the clock on the bedside table. It said 10:10.

"Shit! A little over an hour," I said out loud. "And Roger's gone!"

Laying there naked in the dark, slowly the memory of what had happened came back to me. I remembered that we had talked and then we had fucked. That horny bastard had fucked me for almost an hour hardly resting more than a couple minutes after each ejaculation. How many times did he cum? Four? Or maybe five. What the hell had happened to me?

I remembered us getting naked and me stroking that long, thick cock. I never wanted anything so much in my life - I was trembling with anticipation and desire. I remembered spreading my legs for him and guiding that monster into me. I felt its thickness stretch me out and I lifted up my ass to take every inch of it ... DEEP! Jesus! That thing was big! I felt it hit my cervix. Then something happened! My pelvis just seemed to explode!

I started pumpin my ass hard and fast and suddenly, before I expected it, I had an intense, long-lasting orgasm, my pussy squeezing down hard on that thick cock as it pounded in and out of me. And then I started having one orgasm after another. It felt so good I just lost control and started begging that kid, half my age, to keep on fuckin me and not to stop.

I couldn't do anything except pump my ass and lose myself in ecstasy ... those powerful, sweating muscles ... his firm young body... his strong hands lifting up my ass to fuck me deep ... his unshaved cheeks rubbing my face ... his hairy chest rubbing my tits ... his masculine stamina driving him on and on and the pounding and the pleasure never stopped! Even the sweat I sucked off his shoulder while he was fuckin me tasted great.

I lay there in the dark not thinking, just reliving the ecstasy of that wonderful fuck - the best fuck I ever had in my life! Minutes passed as I lay there, helplessly remembering the size of that cock. Now I know why some gals need black guys. I wonder how Mike would react if ...

"MIKE! OH MY GOD" I shouted out loud, as for the first time I suddenly remembered my husband - and the promise I had made to him. Mike was expecting me to call him! Mike thought that after one fuck I was gonna set up a party with Roger as the star performer.

"You horny bitch!" I shouted out loud. "You got so turned on by that big dick that you forgot about your husband! You forgot to do what you promised him you'd do. You didn't think about your husband for a single second after you got that big cock inside you. You promised your husband that after one fuck you'd get everybody down here. You broke your promise! You betrayed the man that loves you! You're a whore!"

I quit yelling and started thinking. My poor husband is sitting there waiting for my call. He thinks I've told Roger my friends were coming here for a party. What the hell am I gonna tell him now?

Tell him the truth, I said to myself. He loves you. He'll forgive you. Yeah, I thought, but this was a betrayal and is a hell of a lot to forgive. The only reason Mike let me fuck Roger was because I promised I'd make it a group fuck but that big dick made me forget my husband and forget my promise and forget everything except that huge peter I was humping and I let that young stud fuck my brains out - hell I was begging him not to stop and I was fuckin him back every minute he was in the saddle.

I reached over and turned on the light on the bedside table.

"Oh my God," I screamed out loud once again, as I looked down and saw that my whole body seemed covered with thick, creamy, sticky semen. The man smell of it permeated the room.

It was on my tits and belly. My beaver was soaked with it and both my inner thighs down to my knees were wet and sticky. A lot of jism had run out of my pussy and formed a pool around my asshole - or maybe ... oh my God! That bastard had fucked me in the ass! I was so hot and horny I didn't even know he shoved it up there but now I remember him saying, "You got a nice tight asshole baby." I didn't use any lubricant - I'm gonna be sore as hell!

I took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, thinking, get control of yourself you horny bitch! You gotta call Mike - you got no choice, no choice at all. And you gotta tell him the truth. When that stud started fuckin me I just lost control. I have never lied to my husband and I'm not gonna start now. And if he forgives me I'll do anything he wants - anything!

I picked up the phone and dialed George's cabin.

Mike answered after the first ring.

"Sharon is that you. Are you ready for us to come down?"

"I'm ready for YOU to come down, but just you. No one else."

"Just me? Is Roger still there?"

"No. He fucked me - fucked my brains out - and left. You and I need to talk," I said.

Mike realized I was very serious about something and I could tell he was in control of himself. I lay in bed waiting. I heard his keycard in the door and then he walked in and came over to the bed.

He spoke not a word as he looked down at my naked body. More than a full minute passed, as he looked me over slowly.

Then he said softly, "Jesus honey, you're covered with jism! How many times did that bastard cum?"

"Four I think, maybe five. But I was having a lot of orgasms Mike and if he ejaculated during one of them I wouldn't have known it."

"Where did he ejaculate?" Mike asked in a calm, soft voice as he looked down at me.

"He pumped three maybe four loads into my pussy. I don't remember how he got stuff on my tits and belly - I was, you know, kinda out of it, but he pumped one load up my ass."

"Up your ass? You don't like guys doin your ass without a lot of lubricant."

"I know but I was so turned on that before I knew what he was doing he had that big thing up there and I was pumpin to cum and ... "

"He gave you an orgasm fucking you in the ass?"

"I was having orgasms every couple of minutes Mike with everything he was doing no matter where he shoved that damn thing. He didn't stop or pause or rest. He just fucked me steady. I lost control when I started having those big orgasms. I forgot about you. I forgot where I was. I forgot my promise to you. I didn't think about anything except pumpin my ass for that kid and getting off - again and again. Those orgasms hit me every few minutes and didn't stop till that kid stopped fuckin me. That was the best fuck I ever had in my life."

"Better than me?" Mike asked softly.

Shit! That's a dumb question to ask, I thought, after what I just told him.

Mike paused for a moment, then he repeated, "Better than me?"

Okay, I thought, I don't know why you want me to kick you in the nuts but I'll do it.

"Roger was the best fuck I ever had in my life. Better than anybody I ever fucked. And yes darling, better than you - better than you on the best night of you life. I'm gonna fuck him again tomorrow night if he wants me - even if I have to pay him."

"Pay him? What the hell does that mean?"

Oh shit I thought. I didn't mean to say that. I was gonna leave out the money stuff.

"Get in bed and lay beside me. I'll tell you everything. And it will be the truth."

Mike started taking off his clothes and when his shorts came off I looked at his dick. It was very soft. He was different than when he listened to me tell him about blowin Roger - he got a hard on then. I've hurt him, I thought. He lay next to me in bed and I started at the beginning.

"Roger got here about nine o'clock as he had promised. The first thing he did was tell me that he had asked the other guys about me suckin his peter. Then I got a lecture about what he had learned from the other guys about sex on a cruise ship."




Pussy Poker



"Sex on a cruise ship?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," I said. "It seems that there are a lot of horny, middle aged wives on cruise ships and not enough single male passengers to go around. Getting your peter played with or getting sucked off by a horny wife is a routine thing that happens to crewmembers all the time. A lotta gals suck peter hoping the guy will come back later and fuck 'em while hubby is in the casino. Some of these gals take cruises just to fuck."

"The young American and European guys get propositioned all the time. Some of the gals prefer black guys because ... well you saw why on that nude beach today - and there are plenty of heavy-hung black guys in the crew."

"The gals are in their forties and fifties. Even some gals in their sixties wanna fuck a young stud. The rich old guy with the hot young trophy wife is a different situation. The studs fuck trophies for fun and don't expect to get paid unless the old guy wants to watch 'em do it."

"Get paid?" Mike had been listening quietly but now he seemed outraged. "They get paid for fucking the passengers' wives? Like male prostitutes?"

"No not like prostitutes," I said. "The guys call the money 'tips' not payment for sex."

"It's the same thing," Mike said. "How large is the 'tip' the guys get."

"Minimum two hundred bucks for old broads but for real old gals in their sixties sometimes three or four. Getting a hard on for a naked sixty-five year-old bitch with wrinkles is not easy."

"Jesus," Mike said. "That's a lot of money."

"These gals are rich Mike and they're horny. A butler like Roger handles maybe twenty cabins - that's twenty wives and usually one or two of 'em are horny enough to pay to get fucked - fucked regular for an entire cruise."

"Anyway, Roger is on his first cruise and didn't find out about what was going on till he asked them about me suckin his peter. They asked how old I was and when Roger told them they said to charge me at least two hundred dollars for one fuck."

"They fuck the young trophy wives for free unless the old guy they're married to wants to watch and pays them. And Mike, the old guys eat out the jism even when they're paying to watch. Roger said he was told most old guys enjoyed that and jack off while they're doing it. Anyway guys like Roger always get a tip when they fuck an old broad."

"And they think you're an old broad?" Mike said angrily.

"I'm forty-five Mike. For them that's old. Although Roger says I fuck like a twenty year-old."

"Did you pay him?" Mike asked.

Shit! I knew he'd ask that if I said anything about money. Can I lie? No! Okay kick him in the nuts again.

"I paid him two hundred dollars."

"Shit!" He said, closing his eyes and taking a big sigh. "You're my wife and you paid a guy to fuck you!"

"Guys always get paid, Mike. He didn't ask me to pay him. I just didn't want ... "

Mike interrupted, "You paid a stud to fuck you! Don't the crew fuck each other? There's plenty of pussy for him in the crew. Pussy his age."

"I guess so. Roger and I didn't talk about that - just about the guys earning tips. I didn't want him to lose money fucking me so I paid him. Anyway Roger said he 

was gonna come back and fuck me again tomorrow night. What do we do about that?"

"Let's get tonight settled first," Mike said.

"I'm sorry for what I did Mike," I said softly. "I just lost control."

I had looked at Mike's peter from time to time as we talked and it had remained soft and wrinkled. He's mad or hurt or something bad. I thought, here it comes. He's gonna call me a slut and a whore and every other name in the book and I deserve it for what I did. When I forgot about Mike and broke that promise I betrayed my husband - betrayed him so I could enjoy a big dick!

He began in a solid, almost analytic, voice. "First, I let you try to lure a twenty-three year-old stud to a group sex party. Second, I let you try that knowing you were mesmerized by the kid's equipment - I mean you gave him a blowjob the first chance you had. Thinkin about that big dick made you as horny as a fuckin mountain goat. Horny and helpless! I should have known that no way were you gonna fuck that heavy hung stud only one time. Third, we're a partnership Sharon and when one of us is obviously in sexual overdrive as you were, it's up the other partner to keep 'em under control - I didn't do that. And finally you've proved over a lot of years that you love me. So I think ... "

Shit, I thought. He's blaming himself!

"It wasn't your fault it was mine! I'm the one that acted like a whore. That's why I left this jism all over my body so you could see me as the whore I really am. I broke my promise because I was lovin that fuck. When that kid started fuckin me it felt so good I pumped my ass like a slut without the slightest thought about my husband. I'm a whore!"

"Darling there are many people we both know as friends who would consider our sex parties proof that you and I are BOTH whores."

He continued, "I didn't intend for you to get your brains fucked out. I just thought it would be fun to get Roger in a group with Cathy and Lori and Amy and you. I thought George and I would have a ball watching you gals fuck HIS brains out. It was as much my fault as yours."

"But I acted like a whore," I shouted. "It's not YOUR fault."

"Alright darling, you acted like a whore and I acted like a fool," he said, with a loving smile. "I'll forgive you if you forgive me."

I suddenly remembered laying there only a short time ago hating myself for what I had done to my husband and thinking if he forgives me I'll do anything he wants and now he's forgiving me and I don't deserve it.

I mumbled, "I'll do anything you want me to do."

"You said Roger's coming here tomorrow night to fuck you."

When I nodded he said, "I want you to get him to a sex party with the six of us just as we planned. Fuck him and then persuade him to join us for a party."

Shit, I thought. Can I do it? What's gonna happen when I feel that big dick stretch out my pussy and hit my cervix?

"What if I lose control again?" I asked Mike.

"Then you'll get fucked again - big time - and you have my permission to have fun doin it. But darling after what you've been through I don't think you'll lose control a second time. You're an experienced, mature broad. Yeah you like to fuck and yeah you enjoyed that big dick but you're in love with me. Now get in the bathroom and clean that stuff off of yourself."

It was like I was in a trance, feeling ashamed of myself, as I showered and douched and sprayed perfume all over my body. I put on a robe and went back in the cabin. Mike was dressed and sitting on the couch.

"I called George and Cathy and told them what happened," he said.

"You told them what happened?" I screamed. "Oh my God!"

They know! I felt shame and humiliation and embarrassment flood through my whole body. They know that I betrayed my husband.

"They invited us to their room for a drink," he said.

"I can't face them! They know what I did," I said, thinking of the embarrassment of seeing them and talking to them.

"We're going," he said.

"I've got to get dressed," I pleaded.

"It's a short way down the hall. Your robe will be okay," he said as he stood up and took me by the arm and led me out the door.

In a trance I walked with him to George and Cathy's cabin. He rang the bell and a smiling Cathy opened the door and grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. Everyone was wearing a bathrobe. They were obviously naked underneath. As I walked into the room I got a round of applause.

George handed me a vodka tonic and Cathy sat me in a chair and said, "Five loads! You kept that young stud all to yourself and drained five loads outta him. I'd a done the same thing myself baby! Start at the beginning and tell us all the dirty details! But first we only saw his dick soft. Tell us - please - how long was that damn thing when he got a hard on."

"Nine, maybe closer to ten inches," I mumbled. I was still humiliated that I had betrayed my husband and embarrassed that my friends knew it.

My mind was racing. What the hell was going on? Why were they all smiling and laughing?

And then it suddenly hit me right in the gut.

It was my husband, my wonderful, loving husband, I realized. He told that story to these folks not as my betrayal of HIM, which it really was, but as a big sexual adventure - a sexcapade - me stealing Roger from three horny broads!

Love for that man flooded through my body. These people will never know what an lying, unfaithful bitch I was, breakin my promise to him, and they'll never know what a wonderful, considerate man my husband is, but I'll know it and I'll never forget it. I looked at Michael and he had that beautiful smile on his face. I tried to smile back, thinking I don't deserve him - no way do I deserve this wonderful guy.

"Tell them the story," Mike said. "Start at the beginning and tell them every dirty, little detail. These gals are gonna fuck that young stud tomorrow night when you set it up and they need to know in advance what to expect."

I did what I was told. I started at the beginning - me blowin Roger - and began working my way through the story telling it as dirty as I could. I looked over at George as I talked and saw he had an erection sticking out of his bathrobe. Lori, bless her heart, was stroking it slowly as she listened to me talk.

I looked at my husband and saw a bulge in his pants! Thank you Lord! His dick was soft and floppy the first time he listened to me tell this story. Now he has forgiven me and he is looking forward to watching Roger fuck me - and when that young stud crawls between my legs I'm gonna give the man I love the show he's hoping to see. I caught Amy's eye and nodded at Mike - she went over and unzipped his fly to deal with his erection.

I continued telling the story, thinking my husband was right: No way am I gonna lose control tomorrow night. We're gonna have a party and four horny, menopausal, old broads are gonna fuck that young stud's brains out. It's gonna be expensive! Four old broads at two hundred bucks a piece - hell make it two-fifty for an even thousand. I'm gonna pay for all of this myself! These gals need to feel that peter and Roger can use the money. Maybe if I give him the money up front I can get the party started without fucking him first. That way I'll have no chance of losing control - until later of course - I'd LOVE to lose control when everyone is watching me fuck that kid.