7 comments/ 23726 views/ 4 favorites Cruising For a Wild Fuck By: marriedpervs We'd been on many vacations together, but never a cruise. Steve had finished his football season and I managed to schedule three weeks off so we decided to head to the Caribbean for a cruise around the islands in the warm weather. To make it interesting, we decided we would book as two singles, and then planned to spend the time 'picking each other up'. Our marriage had been full of wild sexual adventures as any of you who know us will be well aware. We thought it might be fun to role play a little while on the cruise pretending we were meeting again for the first time. This was just another in our long line of things we do to keep the spark in our love life, and so whilst I booked a luxury suite, Steve booked the bare minimum room way below deck. The plan was that we would of course get together and stay in my suite once our little erotic adventure was underway, but that we would enjoy the excitement of 'meeting' for the first time. At least that was the plan. In the week leading up to the cruise I had gone shopping for some sexy outfits. Lingerie, heels, dresses and a selection of one piece and small bikinis rounded out quite a collection, and I was planning to seduce my husband with a different outfit each day and night. In addition, three days before we embarked I had a full body wax, had long, fake, gel nails put on and painted bright red, and I had my hair done. I also had a wonderful spray tan which had settled nicely into a glowing bronze colour by the time the porter offered to carry my large bags onto the deck and showed me to my suite. It was opulence personified, and whilst it was more than we usually spent on vacation, I figured we deserved it. We had taken a serious punt buying the real estate agency from Al, my former boss, several years ago now, and had worked very hard to get things running well. Steve was hands off of course, keeping his own position within the football industry, but I was fully in control of all aspects of the company and whilst I now had two Managers running the day-to-day operations, I was in charge of special projects and major account negotiations, which I loved. I took a few moments to wander through the suite, checking out the bathroom, the spa, yes, SPA, and then the bedroom and sall living room complete with big screen tv. It really was lovely and I was looking forward to spending a bit of time inside enjoying the suite as much as I was the decks and stopover breaks at the various carribean destinations. Meanwhile Steve was settling in to his modest room on the bottom level and was putting his things away when there was a knock on his cabin door. He had booked a twin single bed room, just in case we felt like being naughty and getting together down there. "Come on in!" he responded, feeling relaxed and fully expecting to see me standing there. He was wrong. As the small door swung open, a porter was standing there with a young man, aged about twenty. "Mr.Bennett?" "Yep, that's me" replied Steve. "Um, we have a small problem, Mr.Bennett." Ten minutes later, the 'small problem' had been sorted out. It turned out that the cruise had been overbooked, and as a result they had offered Steve a 50% refund if he would allow the young man to share the room with him. Knowing that he would be spending most nights, if not all, in my suite on the top level, Steve didn't mind at all. In fact, given the refund, it actually worked out pretty well for everyone. He introduced himself to the young man, and learned that Yanne was a tourist from Holland, and was working his way slowly to Australia where he had accepted a position as a paramedic. Ironically, he was to be stationed in Melbourne, only a few kilometres from where we lived. Back in my room, oblivious to what was happening with my husband, I unpacked my things and as I was admiring the tan colour of my long legs, there was also a knock at my door. "Come in." A tall man in full ship's uniform entered, carrying a large silver ice bucket with a bottle of champagne inside it and two glasses. "Compliments of the company, madam. May I pour you a glass?" "By all means," I replied, smiling. "Are you alone madam, or shall I pour a second glass?" he asked politely, with just a hint of sparkle in his eye. I knew how to tease him, and responded, "Just me this time, thank you. I'm looking to relax and spread my wings a little this trip." As he popped the cork and poured me a champagne I went back to unpacking my things, reaching for a small red thong bikini from my suitcase, holding it up making sure he saw it as I reached for the glass, holding the thong in the other hand. "Well, let me say that if madam wears THAT, she will be sure to have a pleasant time onboard!" And with that cocky response the handsome young steward exited my room, closing the door behind him as I took in the view of his tight buns encased in the trousers of his uniform. I spent about half an hour getting everything put away, and by the time it was done, I had emptied two glasses of champagne and was feeling delightfully mellow. The announcement came from the ship's Captain that we were about to disembark, and so, pouring a third glass, I grabbed my sunglasses and headed out onto the deck. Just outside my room was a perfect viewing platform, my cabin door opening on to the small area about ten metres from the nose of the huge cruise ship, and I walked to the rail and watched the action below as gangplanks were pulled in, ropes freed and the tug boat took hold of the front of the ship and eased us out of the harbour. Standing at the rail watching the ship move slowly away from the dock, I was suddenly aware of being watched. Glancing to my left, I caught a man of about sixty looking my way. He was alone, and wearing very neat ooking pants and a shirt, with what I could tell was lots of gold jewellery. His shirt was unbuttoned and I giggled inwardly as I raised my glass to him, smiling. He looked like the classic gangster boss, all bling and sleazy. I was wearing white capri pants and heels with a simple t-shirt and bra, but I knew that if I turned away from Mr.Bling, he would get an eyeful of my white thong panty under my capris. Loving the moment, I sipped my champagne as I sloooooowly rolled my hips away from him and leaned forward, feigning to look over the rail. I felt the thong panty tuck tighter into my ass crack as the capri pants tightened with the stretching motion, and I knew he was copping an eyeful of my ass. I waited in that position for a good thirty seconds before turning back to face him, sipping again from my glass, raising it to him, and then walking back onto my room, leaving him standing there, his jaw hanging down as if he had just spilled his dinner! Call me evil, but, god, I just truly love teasing men with my body, and making them want me. Part of Steve's and my plan was that on the first night we would seek each other out and have dinner together, but we had no concrete plans about which restaurant or bar we would meet in. We figured it would be more erotic to have to find each other, but the truth is that we had not really understood just how big the ship was, nor just how many bars and restaurants were on board! We had our mobiles and I was about to text Steve to suggest we make better plans, but then something told me to wait. I'm not sure if it was the third glass of champagne, the sea breeze as the boat set sail, or the fact that for the first time in twenty years I was 'single' again, but I decided to dress for dinner and just head out and see what happened. As I finished my champagne and smiled at myself for teasing Mr.Bling who I realised must have been staying in one of the rooms next to mine, I climbed into the shower and dressed for dinner. As it was the first night I thought I'd keep it simple and tasteful, and so put on my black jersey dress with a pair of matching black heels. The dress is skin tight but modestly cut, and with only a little cleavage showing, I put on a bra which helped my fifty year old boobs stay up and about. Gold hoop earrings and some red lipstick completed my ensemble. I checked my look in the mirror, fluffed my blonde hair, grabbed my clutch purse and headed out to see what was available in terms of restaurants and bars for dinner. I know many of you will say I should have done my research better, or grabbed the services guide, but I've never been that kind of woman. I much prefer to just see what's out there, and so, with that in mind, I walked down the hallway to the elevator and headed to the sixth level restaurant precinct, hoping to find a nice place to have some dinner and also hopefully meet up with my husband, Steve. I was alone in the elevator, and when the doors chimed for the sixth floor, I walked out and was stunned by the opulence of the entire scene before me. There was a grand dining room, surrounded by a series of smaller eating areas, and several bars around the outside of each of the eating areas. Everywhere I looked, people were drinking, chatting, and eating, and they were all well dressed! I wasn't really thirsty, but a handsome young waiter approached me with a tray of drinks and offered me a glass of champagne. I couldn't say no, so I took a flute and sipped at my fourth champagne since stepping on to the boat that afternoon! I spent a few more minutes just getting my bearings, walking around the entire floor, seeing all the different places to eat and drink. I settled at a bar in the corner of the largest room, and sipped my champagne as I watched things going on around me. I was keen on the eating area to the far side of the large room, and was about to get up and go and find a seat, when out of nowhere, a voice whispered into my ear. "Well, hello there, you big tease!" It was a gravelly, quite sexy voice, but I wasn't going to give in that easily! "I beg your pardon?" I snapped back, turning my head to see who was speaking. It was Mr.Bling! "My name is Antonio Rigatori, but my friends call me Rocky, and you, my sexy, hot little fucker, are certainly going to be one of my friends if that little flash on the deck earlier is anything to go by." He smiled and kissed my hand, and I noticed his teeth were amazingly white and the rings on his fingers were apparently real gold. "Well...Rocky, I guess it's nice to meet you, but I have no idea what you mean about, "a little flash" earlier? I played coy as I sipped my champagne again and felt light-headed as the alcohol continued to take hold of my system. "Ooooh, so that's your game, huh? Right...well, I like a challenge, baby!" He was smiling again, and I smiled back, inwardly enjoying the banter between us. After chatting a little more we decided to sit and eat together. I discovered he was married, but that is wife, Anya, had not joined him on this cruise as she was tending her unwell mother in Rome. He said he knew quite a few poeple on the cruise however, and had done this particular cruise several times before. He was retired but didn't tell me what he had done for a career. In return I decided to keep him in suspense, and didn't mention that I was married. I told him I was in real estate and was taking a much-needed break and that I had a soft spot for the kind of dark-skinned men found here in the Carribean. He smiled wickedly, and we ordered our meals as the waitress approached, wearing neat black pants and a lovely white blouse, hiding a flesh coloured, lacey bra underneath. Dinner was fabulous and as I sipped on my fifth champagne for the evening, feeling now very tipsy, I found myself really enjoying Rocky's company. He was a skilled flirt, very funny, and also in some way very domineering. Every time there was a decision to be made, Rocky spoke for me, and whilst in business I like to make decisions myself, I found myself warming to the firm contorl of the mature stranger. As dinner finished Rocky invited me to a show up on the entertainment deck, and I accepted, wondering where Steve had ended up? Rocky took me by the arm and we entered the lift and rode up three floors before we exited and were faced with three hallways. Rocky stopped a moment, looking at each of the options in front of us. "So, my dear. In front of us we have an interesting choice to make. Two of these hallways lead to the kind of show that the general public enjoy on such cruises. One is a dancing cabaret, the second a magic show. But, the third is a private show reserved for VIP cruise members only, and as I am one of those, I am able to offer you the third option as my guest. Now, having spent a wonderful dinner getting to know you, I suspect you would enjoy the third option, but are you the ind of woman who will let a stranger make a decision for you on the first date?" "OOOooh, was what we just had a date, Rocky? I thought it was just a chance dinner with a nice old man." I smiled back, wickedly... "AAAAaaaah, the bitch emerges from the depths. I like that!" And with that he took me by the hand and led me down the third hallway without saying another word. I smiled as we headed towards the mysterious members only VIP show, wondering what I was about to experience. Down in the depths of the ship Steve and Yanne were getting to know each other despite the age difference. The Dutch paramedic was a keen soccer play, and as Steve worked with the AFL Football department, the men soon realised they had much in common and enjoyed a few beers together as they explored the ship. As dinner time arrived, Steve apologised and said he had to meet some friends, and excused himself, planning to find me and share our first dinner on the ship. Like me, however, he had not realised just how big the ship was and how many places there were to eat! He realised pretty quickly that it was a silly decision not to make more concrete plans, and decided to just have something to eat alone as he was famished. Steve settled into a bar stool at a small western style steakhouse eatery and ordered his favourite, a t-bone with some chips and salad. My man is nothing if not a real man! Anyway, after eating his steak he headed out looking for me again, enjoyng exploring such a fantastic ship with all it had to offer. As Rocky and I approached the entry of the VIP club, two large, black doormen smiled at him. ONe of them spoke, his amazing white teeth beaming, matching the crisp white shirt he was wearing under his tuxedo uniform. "Good evening Mr.Rigatori. Welcome back, Sir! I trust you and the young lady will enjoy the show." I blushed, noting the smile in his eyes as he said that to Rocky, not to mention the massive size of his muscular arms, which made my legs go weak. I'm a sucker for a nice pair of arms, and I was certain Mr.Dazzle had some nice guns under is tux. "Lovely to see you both too, and yes, I am certain we will both enjoy the show. Who is performing tonight?" Mr.Dazzle answered, "Well, being the first night of the cruise, it's a slightly smaller cast tonight, sir. James, Rochelle, Lisa and Timothy are on stage this evening." Rocky smiled. "Excellent. Then once again I am certain this fine 'young' lady and I will enjoy the performance." As he escorted me inside, I punched him playfully in the arm. "Ouch! Pray tell, what was that for my dear?" "That was for the sarcastic way you said 'Young' back there...I'm not THAT old, you know!" He smiled and laughed, and we were shown to a small semi-circular leather booth with a fabulous view of a raised platform stage about five or six metres in front of us. As we settled into the booth, I took in the surroundings. It was a very classy looking room, and there were only twelve booths and a small bar to one side, with two sets of doors, one either side of the platform or stage area. We chatted and Rocky asked me if I was thirsty. I felt rather tipsy, so I asked for a lime and soda. Rocky rached under the small round table in front of us and before I knew it, a gorgeous looking watiress appeared. Now, without a word of a lie, I swear to you she was wearing a g-string leotard, pure black, high-cut, and amazing gladiator-style ankle boots. It was an incredible outfit, and this young woman had the body of an amazon. She was, quite simply, stunning. As she approached the table, her eyes cast downwards, and she waited. "A lime and soda spritzer for the lady, and a scotch on the rocks for me, please Michelle." The striking woman walked off, her amazingly tight buns wiggling in the g-string lleotard as I watched her leave without saying a word. "Interesting!" I said, "Her outfit reminded me of my gym gear back in the day!" I had first started going to the gym when I was in my late teens in the 1980's, and the fashion back then was extremely high cut g-string leotard, of which I owned many! My nipples began to stiffen as my memory of all the times I had teased and shown off on the weight machines came flooding back. "Dee, my dear, this is a very special part of the ship, and there are many, many more surprises in store on this cruise for people with Membership privileges. I am taking a stab in the dar here but I have the feeling you will enjoy the show. If not, well at least we enjoyed a fabulous dinner and shared each other's company!" We giggled and laughed like a married couple for about ten minutes before our drinks arrived, served once again by the incredible Michelle and her ridiculously erotic body. Rocky must have noticed my interest in her. "It seems young Michelle has captured your attention? Are you bisexual, may I ask?" I nearly choked as I sipped my spritzer, the bubbles getting caught in my nose as I laughed. "I beg your pardon?" "Ooh, come now, don't be such a prude. I am a man of many talents, and judging the sexual interest of beautiful women is one of them. Something tells me a fox like you would have sampled both sides of the coin in her time. I am right, yes?" He had me, but I was not giving in that easily. "I never fuck and tell." He laughed. I sipped my drink, and as we smiled at each other the lights in the room dimmed and a beautiful woman of abot my age, wearing a stunning white, body hugging formal gown walked onto the platform area holding a microphone. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the beautiful Carnival Breeze cruiseliner once again. This Carribean cruise will enlighten you, tantalize you, and hopefully tonight, tittilate you a little as well. I trust you will enjoy the show. Please welcome to the stage, the amazing 'Lewd Quartet'. As she ushered the performers on stage and exited through the doors to the left, I was enthralled by the name of the act, but wondered what on earth the 'Lewd Quartet' was all about. I also wondered what my husband, Steve, was up to. I knew that by now he would be looking for me, and for a moment I wondered if I should try and find him somehow. That thought lasted exactly ten seconds, until four incredible looking young people made their way onto the stage in front of us. The entered as two couples, the two men hand in hand, and the the two women likewise. It was intriguing! The men wore white, tight pants, showing off what appeared to be rather generous bulges. The women wore white, toga-like costumes, and I swear I could make out their nipples through the very transparent material. In the booth, Rocky was seated to my right, and as the four entered, I felt his hand drop to rub my thigh outside my jersey dress. Back on deck, Steve had finished his meal, and deciding to try and find me again, he ventured upstairs to where the more classy clubs, casinos and restaurants were. Seeing a flashy looking casino room, he entered. Looking across the main floor, he spotted a blonde woman wearing a long white dress, and, recognising the shape of her shoulders, walked over. Tapping the woman on the shoulder, he spoke. Cruising For a Wild Fuck "Damn, baby! You're one hard..." His voice stopped as the woman turned. It was not me! Rather, a pretty asian woman with obviously dyed hair turned and faced the stranger who had tapped her on the shoulder. "I...I'm so sorry", said Steve. "I mistook you for my wife from behind." He was blushing. "That's ok, handsome", said the asian lady, staring at Steve with her big, dark eyes and ruby red lips. "Why don't you pull up a stool and join me. I need a change of luck!" Steve stumbled through a few words and took a seat next to the attractive asian. They began to chat and Steve found that not only did she look like his wife from behind, but that she also liked many of the things I did. They gambled together a while before heading out of the casino and heading nextdoor into the dance club. In the VIP club Rocky's hand was slowly rubbing up and down on my thigh. I was enjoying the relaxed touch, and also watching with intrigue as the two couples settled in to their performance on stage. The two men were in amazing condition, huge chest muscles, six-packs, and lovely looking, neat hair cuts. As I watched in silence my breath was taken away when they leaned in to each other and kissed, their tongues entwining in clear view of all os uf in the audience. The two goreous women did the same, and I shifted in my chair nervously as I watched the 'Lewd Quartet' kick into action on stage. It was a homeosexual sex show, and I have to admit whilst I have been involved in my air share of bisexual action over the years, the fact this was a live show on a cruise ship on my very first night and my husband was not with me increased the effect it was having on me. Rocky must have sensed my excitement because his hand inched higher on my thigh, rubbing the tight material of my jersey dress until he dipped into the crevass of the gap between my thighs. My eyes stayed transfixed on the two men kissing, as I gently parted my thighs a little, inviting Rocky to continue his gentle massage of the area between my thighs. I gasped a little as I felt one long finger snake it's way downwards, finding my swollen clitoris still buried underneath the material of my jersey dress and thong panty. My legs were now slightly apart, allowing him to rub quite nicely, and I found myself feeling the hot flushes of sexual excitement as guy number one dropped to his knees on stage and reached for the band of the white pants of the man who remained standing. As the stud on his knees pulled the pants down, the standing hunks' large cock popped free, and I almost jumped in my chair, dislodging the finger that had been stroking my clit. Instinctively I reached down and placed Rocky's finger back where I wanted it, moaning as he once again found my love button. I found myself rocking back and forth on his finger as the young man on his knees leaned forward and began to suck the cock of his statuesque lover. Meanwhile Steve had discovered that the asian woman's name was Hitomi, and that she was married to a wealthy businessman from Florida, but that he was having dinner with several business partners and she has decided to head out for some fun rather than sit in their cabin bored and waiting for her husband to finish his 'meeting'. Hitomi and Steve shared details of their partners, and as they danced and had a few drinks, they realised that they enjoyed each other's company immensely, despite being married to their respective partners. Hitomi was taken with my husband's Australian accent, and Steve found himself swimming in her amazing black eyes, as well as the way her prominent nipples poked out from her small breasts inside the white dress. As the music slowed to a romantic number, Hitomi snuggled in to my husband's chest and his hands dropped to cup her tight arse, pulling her against him tightly, his penis stirring with the closeness of the contact. He was coniderably taller than Hitomi, even though she was wearing high heels, and her face nestled in nicely to his chest. As he squeezed gently on her magnificent cheeks, she moaned and Steve sighed with the sexual mood of their embrace as they swayed to the rythmn. In the VIP club the action on stage was really hotting up. As I watched the stud on his knees suck hard on his male lovers cock, the two women removed each other's clothes entirely, and dropped into a perfect sixtynine position, settling into a wild licking and fingering motion right in front of us all. The combined bisexual action on stage was sensational, and I suddenly realised that my own hand had instinctively reached over to find the cock of the man who had bought me here. Yes, as a married, white, Australian woman, I had my hand on the cock of the older, Italian man who was stroking my thigh as we sat here watching a love, bisexual sex show on stage in front of us. "I gather you aprove of my choice of show?" said Rocky in his husky voice as his finger continued to rub my clit through the material of my dress. I looked towards him, my hand squeezing tight around his now stiff cock trapped within his trousers. "Absolutely." As I continued to rub his cock, I opened my legs as wide as I could get them while still wearing my dress. "This is the sexiest thing I have done in years." I spoke ambigulously on purpose, leaving Rocky in doubt as to whether I was talking about the live show or the fact that I was letting him rub my clit as we sat there while I stroked his cock through his trousers. My nipples were throbbing now, as the man standing was clearly about to cum. I was flushed and feeling totally aroused, and I began to rub Rocky's cock really hard as he stroekd my own clit. I didn't think it owuld have been possible, but let me tell you, in the next few seconds, not only did I atch the standing man cum in the mouth of his male lover, but I started to experience my own orgasm caused by Rocky's finger stroking my clit and I thrashed and shook as my climax took over my body. I gasped and moaned loudly, and as I felt the orgasm wash over me, I watched in awe as not only did the standing man continue to cum in the mouth of his lover, but to my side Rocky exploded in a loud orgasm in my hand despite the fact his cock was still inside his trousers! We all came together and several of the other patrons just watched in awe as we put on our own exhibitionist show in the sex club. I have to say I would have loved to stay and watch the rest of the show, but Rocky stopped moaning and laughed loudly, looking down at the large wet patch that had developed in his crutch. He removed his hand from my own groin area, and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Baby, that was the hottest thing ever, but if we don't leave and get cleaned up, I'm going to have cum dripping down my leg all night!" We were escorted into a private bathroom area at the side of the stage, and as I looked back to the performers, I had just enough time to see the towm women convulsing in their own orgasms as they licked and fingered each other to climax. "My god, will you look at that!" We both moaned and laughed as we entered the bathroom and went into private cubicles to clean ourselves up. I lifted my dress and removed my thong. It was sopping! I sat down and releived myself, the many drinks I had already had causing me to need to pee bad! In the cubicle next to me, Rocky lowered his trousers and removed his own cum-soaked underwear. I heard the noise of the and dryer, and I smiled, knowing that I had at least partially caused the mess that he was not drying off his trousers. Five minutes later, as we walked arm-in-arm from the VIP club back onto the body of the ship, I passed my panties to Rocky. "A little momento of our first evening together. Thank you for such a wild, wild time!" "Believe me, Dee, the pleasure was also mine!" And with that he tucked my thong into the pocket inside his jacket. On the dancefloor in the club Steve and Hitomi was now getting rather hot and sweaty as the music had really started to rock. They had enjoyed dancing together for an hour or so, before Hitomi whispered in Steve's ear. "Listen, sexy man. If we continue this I'm probably going to fuck you right here on the dance floor, and given that we are both married, I think it best if we call it a night and head back to our partners, don't you?" Steve reluctantly agreed, and as they left the club, he kissed the petite asian woman on the lips gently. "Hopefully we'll run into each other again before the cruise is over. Thanks for the dancing. I loved it." "I'd like that," whispered Hitomi. "I'd love to meet your wife, too. Maybe we'll see each other by one of the pools?" Smiling at each other they went their separate ways, and Steve headed off to find me. I was walking hand-in-hand with Rocky, when we turned the corner of a hallway, and ran straight in to Steve! He stood watching a moment as he saw me holding hands with a much older guy. I smiled back, lifting Rocky's hand. "Baby!!" I leaned in and kissed Steve deep on the mouth, my tongue just breifly snaking into his mouth, giving it a flicker before withdrawing. "Well, looks like you've been enjoying yourself, honey!" It was not the comment of a jealous man. Rather it was the excited comment of a man who knew his wife well, and knew that the man she was with had probably a bad case of blue balls. "OOh, how rude of me. Rocky, this is Steve, my husband. Steve, Rocky was kind enough to take me to dinner and we have just enjoyed a live...show." The men shook hands, and a genuine look of respect came over Rocky's face as he realised Steve was totally comfortable with this whole situation before him. We spent a few minutes just chatting in the hallway, and then, as if recognising I needed to be with my husband, Rocky politely offered to call it a night. "Well my new friends, it's time this old man called it a night. The cruise is a long one and the first night has been amazing, but it's time for me to hit the sack. I bid you both adieu and good night." He shook Steve by the hand, the very hand that only a short while earlier had brought me to orgasm, and then leaned towards me and kissed me on the cheek. It was at that very moment that I realised this man had given me an orgasm in public but we had never even kissed! I had made him cum in his pants but our lips had not touched. I smiled widely and took my husband's hand as we walked off to find my cabin. As the elevator doors opened and we went to enter, a striking looking young blonde man wearing jeans and a white t-shirt stopped in his tracks and smiled at Steve. In a strange accent he spoke, "Hey, man. Nice to see you again, Steve. Thanks for agreeing to let me share your cabin!" My husband and the young stranger shook hands, and then the young man looked at me, and a pussled look came over his face. "Yanne, this is..." He stopped mid-sentence. "...this is...Rachel. We just met and had a nice meal. Rachel, this is my...roommate, Yanne. He's from Amsterdam and is enjoying this cruise on his way to Australia for work." I just smiled and went along with this little charade. "Hello, Yanne, nice to meet you." "Mmmmm, my pleasure ma'am. Enjoy your evening. I'll see you back on the room later, Steve." He smiled and with that was gone, as we stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, I quizzed my husband. "What was that all about? You running some strange scam I don't know about, baby,? I asked teasingly... "Well, babe. I was going to tell him the truth, but then I remembered I hadn't mentioned we were travelling together and I thought he might think it was a little weird if he knew we had sepearate rooms on the same cruise, but are happily married. I know we enjoy our little kinky scenarios and role plays, but he might not think the same thing, so I just decided to make something up." "Cheeky! I like it." I kissed my husband on the cheek and then lead him by the hand until we arrived at my suite. I opened the door with the card and ushered Steve inside. "Holy shit, Dee! This is incredible," he said as he walked around the opulent suite, exploring the rooms and the view. "My room is tiny and I'm sharing it with Mr.Dutch!" I giggled at both the comment and the thought of two men sharing a small room together. We laughed and chatted a while, and I fully expected my husband to spend the night with me. However, as I finished explaining to my voyeur husband what had happened between Rocky and myself, Steve kissed me on the lips, and stood up. "Well, clearly one of us had a wilder time than the other tonight! All I did was have a nice steak for dinner, then a couple of drinks with an asian hottie before coming to find his wife!" He told me all about Hitomi, and that he thought it was probably better to go sleep in his own room as he wanted to keep the fantasy alive for the next few days of the cruise. After all, we had planned things to spice up our love life, and if Yanne thought something was suspicious from day one, then it was probably not going to work. So that night, with the two of us both a little tired but one of us sexually satisfied at least, my husband left and went to his modest little room as I laid down in the luxurious bed and fell asleep with my clitoris still buzzing from the wonderful orgasm I had experienced earlier. The next day dawned hot and sunny, and the ship was on route to our first stopover, so most of the day was to be spent underway. I ordered breakfast in my suite and after enjoying some pancakes, strawberries and cream, I decided to dress for the pool. I too out my new red bikini which I had bought a size to small on purpose. I loved the way the top barely contained my large boobs, and the bottom showed off each arse cheek. I put all my blonde hair up in a bun, then added a lovely coating of red gloss lipstick, some gold hoop earrings, which you know are my faourite if you've read any of my other stories, and threw on a pair of black and gold rubber thongs. After all, this was a cruise, and it was not right to wear high heels when I planned to spend a number of hours swimming and sunning myself by the pool. I threw on my new Chanel sunglasses, and grabbed a book and towel, as well as my sun lotion. I had bought a lovely new bottle of coconut reef oil number 15 plus, which would allow me to tan and keep me safe from sunburn. I just adore the way it smells like coconut, and it seems men do too, if history is to be the judge! I checked out my look in the huge mirror in my suite, and was satisfied with what I saw. I'm 50 now and I think my body still puts many 35 year olds to shame. My boobs are a lovely 38C and my hips and butt are tight but curvey, and my waist has stayed quite narrow. I used to be a thin teenager but my children and ageing years have changed my shape tp be far more curvacious, which I love. My husband will tell you that at age 50 I am far more content with my shape than I ever was as a young mother. So, as I left my suite, my stomach was full of food and I was really looking forward to relaxing by the pool and having the first chance to really checking out the other people that were on the cruise as we sailed the Carribean Islands. I wondered if my husband Steve might join me later that morning or if he was going to continue creating our fantasy role play vacation a little longer. My mind drifted to the young man he was sharing a room with, and I wondered what he might be getting up to today. As I entered the elevator, there was a group of men in those crazy hawaiin shirts and white shorts. They looked funny wearing straw sun hats and long walk socks and shoes. I giggled as I entered. "Well, well. Hi there fellas. Where are you all off to on this fine, sunny day?" Us Australians are a friendly race, and I just had to say something as I stepped inside and spun around, wearing only my tiny, red bikini and holding my things. The doors closed and noone said anything, so I just looked up at the numbers, like everyone else. We stopped two floors up and a whole family got in, forcing me to step back a little and squash back against the man who was right behind me. I felt my arse cheeks brush his shorts, and then as we moved upwards again, I leaned back, making sure he felt me push back against his cock. I have no idea what he thought as a strange woman in a tiny black bikini pushed back against his cock, but just as I started to wiggle and feel him stiffen, the bell chimed and we arrived at the pool level. The family in front of us bailed out and I followed, leaving the man behind me wondering what the hell had just happened! I smiled, knowing that he was watching me leave in my tiny bikini. As I walked onto the outside pool deck area on the second to top level, I was met by a young woman wearing a staff uniform. "Welcome madam. Is this your first time with us?" I smiled, "Yes, first time." "Well, if madam would prefer the adult pool, with no small children around to make noise, then the 21+ pool to the right is the place to be. But, if you like to fun and family atmosphere, then the regular pool is for you. Have a lovely day, and don't forget to just ask any of us if you need anything at all." "Thank you, Kirsty," I said, reading her name badge, "I'll start with the regular pool." I walked out through the opening area to find an amazing hive of activity! There were people everywhere of all ages. Kids were squealing, dads were splashing, and mums were either swimming, looking after their kids or enjoying relaxing in the sun. It was a completely happy place and I just marvelled at the atmosphere before me. I spotted a few vacant sun lounges towards the deep end, so I headed in that direction. Now, I am sure some of you are reading this wondering why on earth I chose the regular pool rather than the adults only pool. The answer is simple. There is nothing sexier for me than showing off and teasing men, and the biggest group of sexy men who are keen to see women show off is always the young dads. I love going to the beach and showing off walking up and down the beach in a tiny bikini, and this family pool area was Dee-Nirvana as far as hunky young men was concerned! I knew I oculd always retire to the adults only pool if the noise or crods got to me, but I was planning to start by having some fun sexually tormenting as many of the handsome dads on this boat as possible. After all, many of their wives were too busy looking after kids to worry about how they looked, and as a fifty year old with a pretty decent body and a killer pair of legs in a tiny bikini, I knew I could attract my fair share of stares and admirers. I settled in to my lounge, and after putting my towel down and wiggling my butt just a little more than necessary, I reached for my tanning lotion and sat down facing the pool. Ever so slowly I squeezed a generous amount of coconut oil onto my hand and then started to rub the shiny, sweet smelling lotion all over my body. I always take a little longer to do my legs and boobs, and whilst being careful not to put on too much of a show with all the kids around, I made sure to hesitate and enjoy the domes of my boobs as I snuck my fingers inside my bikini top to tweak my nipples. I caught sight of a tubby guy out of the corner of my eye watching, and so, as I rubbed some oil between my boobs, I turned to face him head-on and gave my right boob a generous squeeze, smiling at him over the rim of my Chanel sunnies! It was wicked, and yes, I loved it. His mouth dropped open and for a moment I thought he was going to faint, but luckily for him a small girl ran up and punched him right in the family jewels, the poor love! I giggled and settled down to let the sun warm my body for the first time on the cruise. It was heavenly. Cruising For a Wild Fuck I lay there enjoying the sun for about half an hour until it was starting to get really hot, and I needed to turn over. I stood up and lowered the front of my chair down, so it was totally flat. I was shifting my weight from foot to foot on purpose, accentuating the movement of my arse cheeks. I knew the tiny thong of my bikini bottom was tucked into the crack between my cheeks, but I didn't care. I loved the thought of men watching me. I lay face down and started to try to rub some coconut oil on my back, when, as I had hoped, a man came over to offer to help me. I looked up to see him, and I smiled. It was the guy from earlier on who had been it in the plums by the little girl as he was staring at me. "Hi there. I noticed you were having some trouble reaching your back. Can I offer to help you?" "That would be great, thanks!" I really laid it on. After all, it was a nice thing to offer to do. I passed him the coconut oil and laid back down. A he squeezed some onto his hands and started rubbing it on my shoulders, I moaned a little. It really did feel good on the sun. "Mmm, that feels lovely!"I purred as he worked the sun lotion all over my back and shoulders. Nervously, he poured some more onto his hands and coated my tights and legs with the sweet smelling lotion. I have to give him credit, he appeared a little nervous but it felt really nice when he was rubbing my thighs and calf muscles up and down with the slippery oil. I heard him pop the cap back on. I was about to look up and say thanks, when he suddenly slapped my butt! "There you go beautiful, all finished!" He was far more cocky and confident than I thought! "Ouch!" I raised up on my elbows. "Sorry! Couldn't resist. You do have the most delectable butt!" "Well thank you. I'll come looking for you if I need another coat," I joked. "Well, I'm sitting over there with my wife and two kids, so you won't have far to look." I lifted my sunnies to see better and noticed a stunning black woman sitting with two gorgeous little kids that looked like twins. I was shocked. I fully expected Mr.Tubby to have a similar shaped wife and brats, but his wife was probably the best looking woman on the ship! He walked off waving and settled in on the lounge next to his stunning wife and gorgeous kids. His wife said something and then she waved in my direction. I smiled and waved back, feeling just a little odd to be honest! After all, her husband had just rubbed sunscreen all over my body then slapped me on the butt in full view of all the other guests on the ship, not to mention his own kids. I spent the next hour or so lazing around on my front and ten again on my back, before the sun became too hot and I needed a swim. As much as I had enjoyed watching all the action with kids and families enjoying the water, I needed to cool off myself now. I stood up and kicked off my thongs, put my sunnies down on the lounge and walked to the steps into the beach area of the family pool. For a cruise ship it as a very large pool, and as I slowly walked past lots of people, again accentuating my wiggle, I reached down and retrieved the material from my right side that was stuck between my arse cheeks. I entered the cool water knowing some eyes were watching me, and I smoothly dived and swam a fair way under water. I surfaced ner the ladder at the deep end and rested my shoulders against the lip of the pool and took in my surrounds. The water was lovely and I enjoyed a good long swim amongst the families. By the time lunchtime arrived I was famished, and so I decdied to head to the adults pool to order some food and enjoy a little peace and quiet. I grabbed my things and walked the short distance aong the deck to the adults area, whcih was completely partitioned off. Entering, I found myself in another world completely! There was a wonderful kidney-shaped pool which was shallow with a beach at one end and a massive deep section at the other. In the middle there was a cool little island building, that housed not only a stack of stools which were sitting just inches under the water, but also a fully stocked bar, complete with a dark-skinned, dreadlocked barman, and a pizza oven type setup whre people on the stools were enjoying snacks. Settling my things on a cabana lounge, I descended slowly into the water, enjoying the coolness on my nipples and pussy, and swam over to take a place at the bar on one of the stools. Just as I settled in, there was a large splash behind me, and as I jumped round to see which idiot had drowned me, Steve jumped up out of the water and gave a me a huge kiss on the lips! "God, you silly bastard!" I said, mocking annoyance. I was actually glad to see him, as I had missed having him next to me in the large bed the night before. We spent quite a while just catching up and enjoyed a pizza and I had a cocktail whilst Steve had a beer. The rest of the afternoon was spent just relaxing and sharing fun times with Steve as we dozed in the sun, relaxed in the water and generally enjoyed the beautiful weather. I kept coating my handsome husband in sun lotion and he did the same to me, making sure we didn't burn, although I must admit, I did flip onto my stomach at one point and pulled my small bikini bottom into my butt crack. You see, I love the small triangle tan mark you get from laying in the sun wearing a thong, and I figured this wold be just as good. By the time we decided to head up to my suite to get ready for dinner, I had a hot little tan mark I knew would look great when I was on my knees in front of my husband waiting to be fucked from behind. The shower was very refreshing, and as I walked out naked and dripping, towelling my body dry, a flash went off right in front of my face. "Wow! Great shot, babe!" said Steve, his pocket camera flash exploding in my eyes. "Fuck, Steve! You and that bloody camera! You almost blinded me." I mocked annoyance. In actual fact I loved the fact that I could still make my husband want to take sexy photos of me, and as he pointed the camera at me again, I leaned forward, cupped my large boobs in my hands and poked out my tongue. Jumping off the bed, Steve headed to his room to get a change of clothes, and we agreed we would meet in the fancy restaurant on the same floor as the VIP club I told him about. I dressed and checked my look in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw. I had my hair up in a bun, and the afternoon by the pool had given me that healthy glow. The yellow sundress I was wearing was made from thin material and I had put on a small flesh colored thong. I only added some lipstick and put on a pair of lovely matching yellow high heels, grabbed my clutch and headed out the door. Ten minutes later Steve arrived as I was being shown to a table and we sat down and enjoyed a lovely meal while watching the other guests and their families enjoy their vacation. I decided not to drink this night as I was keen to avoid drinking too many nights in a row on the cruise, but decided with dessert to have just one champagne, and then, one led to two, two to three, and by the time we left I was just perfectly tipsy, and more than a little horny! I excused myself to 'powder my nose' and when I returned, Steve was standing near the exit talking to the young man sharing his cabin! "Hello, Rachel!" he said with that distinctive tongue. "Ooh, Hi there, Yanne. Nice to see you again," I said as I checked out his lovely blue eyes. "I bumped into Rachel at the pool and we decided to have dinner together again tonight," Steve said, blushing a little as he tried to maintain the lie. "Well, I can't blame you, Steve. She is lovely!" I must admit, I was feeling rather horny, and whilst I really wanted to just take my husband back to my suite and fuck like newlyweds, Mr Amsterdam was holding my interest too! His next comment won me over completely. "I guess I better keep myself amused in the casino and clubs for a few more hours. I am guessing you two want some privacy, right?" "Well, I can't speak for Rachel, but..." I cut in, stopping my husband short. "Yes, that would be much appreciated, Yanne. I told Steve I wanted to thank him for putting sun lotion on me all day to stop me from burning." Steve smirked, his look hidden from the view of his Dutch roommate. "Mmmm, well, lucky him! I'll leave you alone and see if I can find myself a nice woman who needs some looking after!" With that, he smiled and was off, and Steve and I laughed as he took me by the hand and lead me towards the elevator. I was actually thinking we would just head back to my suite, but as we stepped inside Steve pushed the button for the lower decks where his small cabin was. Leaning in to whisper in my ear, he said, "Thought you might like to see my flash lodgings!" I smiled and squeezed his forearm, admiring my husband's muscles in his upper arm. His physique was one of the reasons we had got together all those years ago. He was a sportsperson and worked in a gym where I was also a member, and his v-shaped back, tight buns and muscled arms caught my attention as I sat on the Pec Deck machine working my chest muscles. I always loved that machine and I still think it is one of the main reasons whey my boobs have stayed so high and proud despite my age. As we came to his room door, Steve put his hand over my eyes and opened the door with the other hand. "Ready?" "As I'll ever be!" I said, and he lead me forward into the room. "Da da!" He dropped his hand. I was truly shocked. It was T-I-N-Y! Seriously, the room was just two beds, one each side against the walls, a small portal on the far side, and a tiny little table with two chairs in one corner. There was a standard size door off to one side and that housed a very small bathroom. "You like it?" said Steve. "Are you kidding me, babe?" I said, "How on earth can two people share a room this small? Imagine if they were...strangers." My words petered out as I realised in fact my own husband and his roomy for this cruise were in fact, strangers! "I know, it's crazy, right! I guess most people just stay up and party until they just come back and crash in bed. Too bad if they want to fool around, huh?" His eyes lit up and we pashed in an instant, the tension of not having sex or slept together too much to put up with any longer. We went at it like animals, and I must admit, I wasn't looking for any duration records. I wanted to fuck, and I wanted my husband to make me cum. Period. And that's exactly what he did. We went at it so fast that he didn't even take off his trousers, instead just undoing his belt and letting them hit the floor, his large cock popping free like a submarine periscope!It took no longer than ten minutes and I was writhing orgasmically on his tongue before he slammed that beautfiul fat cock into my dripping pussy like there was no tomorrow! We ended up falling off his little bed and actually positioned ourselves against Yanne's bed as Steve drove into me from behind, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he pistoned in and out with each thrust. "Damn, babe, this triangle tan mark has me on fire. I think I'm going to cum already!" I loved hearing those words, and as I felt the head of his cock twitch and grow, I knew he was starting to orgasm inside me. I jammed my butt backwards, forcing his cock deeper inside me. It sent him over the edge, and he grunted louder than I have heard him do in years, as I felt the surge then spurting of a wonderful hot, wet, sticky load of cum exploding into the depths of my pussy while laying on Yanne's bed in the tiny little cabin. Steve grunted so loud that just as he was pulling his still hard cock from my drenched pussy with a 'pop', there was a loud knocking on the wall just near my head. "Keep it down in there will ya? Some folks is tryin to sleep!" It was strong southern USA accent, and we both laughed out loud when we heard what he said. As Steve stood up I flipped over onto my back on Janne's bed and marvelled at the cock I knew so well. It was still semi-erect and was coated in our combined juices, and it shone in the dim light of the small cabin. I watched as he tucked it into his trousers, and as he zipped up, I smiled at my husband lovingly. I was about to stand up and kiss Steve when I froze! Someone was putting a key in the door and was about to enter the tiny room where I was still reclining on Janne's bed having just been fucked and filled with spunk. I jumped up, but I was too slow, and as I reached for my yellow dress, Janne walked in and stopped in his tracks! "Oh, god! I'm sorry folks," he said in his strange accent. He politely excused himself and walked back out the door he had just entered. I felt terrible! Not because the young hunk had seen me naked and must have known that we had just fucked, but because he found me sprawled on his bed! Steve laughed. I scowled, and as we both hurriedly finished dressing, we decided how best to explain this to Janne. After all, it was his cabin we were fucking in, and he still was unaware we were married. He just thought I was 'thanking' Steve for helping me with the sun lotion that afternoon! Ten minutes later I was in my own suite. Steve had decided to stay back and clear things with his 'roommate'. As I flicked on the shower and disrobed for a second time in an hour, I smiled to myself remembering the sexy Dutchman's face as he had walked in on our naked romp in his bed. The shower was lovely and I soon fell asleep in the king-sized bed, looking forward to whatever the cruise held for us next. When we awoke the next morning the ship had docked at our first port of call, and after enjoying a big breakfast, we packed a small bag and decided to head off the check out the local sites. Our plan was to spend the morning at the beach and exploring the local reef, before hitting the local markets for some bargain shopping in the afternoon, and heading back on board for dinner. So, with our things all sorted and our stomachs full, we disembarked with hundreds of other tourists, and headed to the beach, a short taxi ride away. As Australians, we are used to amazing big beaches with huge waves, and we were really pleased to find that this too was a decent surf beach, as I in particular love to frolick and bodysurf in the waves. We settled at one end of the main beach area, as there were not too many people around, and we wanted to just chill out and share some private time splashing in the waves and relaxing. I had chosen a different suit to wear and this one was a classic black thong. I know I'm a little older now, but I am still proud of my arse and legs, and I know it gives Steve a huge thrill when I wear a g-string style bikini, either in public or at home in private. This one was a medium-sized thong, with a small triangle rear, about the same size as the existing tan line I had got the day before, and the cups of the top was nice and comfortable, despite being somewhat tight and pushing my pair up and outwards. After about an hour and a half we were both in the water playing, kissing and cuddling as we splashed and body surfed in the medium surf. I managed to ride a wave almost all the way to the beach, and when I stood up, one of my large boobs was sticking out of my top. I giggled and popped it back in, and decided to head back to our towels and sit down to let my body warm in the sun. Just as I settled on my towel, water dripping from my body and between my boobs, I heard a whistle. I looked to my left and noticed a man about my age sitting there looking directly at me. He was a little chubby, but from what I could see he was wearing a very small pair of speedos. His body was very dark tanned, and he must have covered himself in tanning oil because he was shining like a mirror in the sunlight. I put on my sunnies and smiled at him, shaking my head to let me hair dry off a bit, but also to allow my large boobs to shake and wiggle as he gazed at me. I loved it. Just as I finished shaking and teasing him, Steve came out of the surf and settled down, all wet, next to me. 'Shit, babe. Don't tell me you're chatting up Mr.Sleaze?" I laughed. "Not chatting up. Just teasing him. Got a problem with that, have you?" He smiled, sittng down next to me, my husband's lovely abs on show as he put on his sunglasses and settled on his towel next to me. "Fuck, no. You know me, babe. Let me watch and I'm happy!" I was feeling good, laying on the sand knowing Mr.Speedos was watching me. My husband was sitting next to me, and I knew for a fact he would love to see me act sexy for a while. I adjusted my sunnies, and, still a little wet from the surf, I stood up, and decided to go for walk along the beach. Actually, to be truthful, I decided to walk along the beach and tease the guy nearby. I walked with a little more sway in the hips than normal, and as my boobs swayed and my feet dug into the sand with each step, I smiled as I reached the beach in front of him, and was surprised to see that not only did he have a large cock, but that it was very erect, and was poking against the lycra of his speedos like an animal trapped in a potato sack! Now I know many of you will say that is disgusting, but for me, the opposite it true! Knowing that I have made a man stiff just by looking at me makes me wet. Very wet. I paused in front of him, and just stared at his cock as it poked against the material of his bathers. He eyeballed me straight back, and I fund it very erotic. "Like what you see?" he said, fixing his gaze on my own body. "As a matter of fact, yes, I do. You appear to have a rather nice cock. The thing is, though, I wonder if you can use it was well as it looks?" "Well, Mrs.Long Legs, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?" He had a cocksure look on his face, but Steve knew me better than to think I would give in that easily! I put my hands on my hips, thrust my boobs forward at him, and said, "Well, Mr. Pork Belly, I guess you'll just have to wonder, won't you?" ...to be continued in Chapter 2.