Homeward Bound

This isn’t one of those massive floating cities of a cruise ship. I won’t give its name, but think more like the QE2, but smaller. Very exclusive, and utterly decadent. 

Our stewards are available to us 24/7 and have changed since we first boarded. We now have two girls and a guy. Maria who is Italian, Claire who is English, and Tony, again Italian. 

Ok, confession time…all three have caught Emily and me either having sex, or at least naked. True, we are exhibitionists at the best of times, but our air con is intermittent (for which, apparently, we are getting a full refund - free honeymoon…yay) so clothes have been optional in the cabin and certainly on the promenade deck. Seeing my wife naked is enough to make me weak at the knees at the best of times, and our lovemaking has been rich, varied, and frequent. 

Claire didn’t turn a hair when she found me kneeling between Emily’s legs bringing her to orgasm. Maria, however looked distinctly shocked when she discovered Emily fingering me from behind. Both these events happened on the promenade. 

So, one afternoon, I was fucking Emily slowly and gently with ‘Mike’, when she said, “I wonder what it would be like to have Tony fuck me?” I know Em has been fantasizing more about m/f sex, and I would love to see her getting fucked (and eating her out afterwards) but it’s not something you can easily arrange. Crew/passenger fraternisation is a dismissal offence apparently….but then again…who’s to know? 

Me? I’d love to get into Claire’s panties which, I’m pleased to say, I have seen. She tends to wear her uniform shorter than most and even a slight bend forward reveals her undies. Lying on a sun lounger with her placing a tray of drinks on the table is enough to make me drip. Yes, I’d definitely be very naughty there. Oh, also, since it’s Claire who tidies the cabin first thing, and takes our laundry away, I’ve seen her with our wet panties in her hand and noticed her thumb grazing slowly across the crotches of our undies. There’s more there than meets the eye. Also, she has that appearance of being of indeterminate age. She must be at least 21, but could pass for 15. Like me, she is very small-boobed. I’d definitely like to see what’s going on between her legs. (Even writing this has made me wet…huh…and after so much sex already!) 

So, Emily and I talked about making it clear to Tony that, if he was interested (a lot of stewards on ships are gay, apparently) then he would be very welcome. Emily draped herself onto a sun lounger, stark naked, and rang the call bell. As expected, Tony came along to see what we wanted. Emily’s body language, well, someone should write a book! She can lie on a sun lounger and radiate “Fuck off and leave me alone” and just by moving a knee, or maybe twisting her body slightly, the message becomes “Come and fuck me”. I don’t know how she does it. 

Tony walked up to her and his mouth almost fell open. Em ordered Gin and tonics…for three…and you could see the wheels turning in his head. Now (and forgive me for this) sometimes, i’ve found men don’t always get the more subtle messages - although there wasn’t much subtle about Emily with her legs open lying on a sun lounger. Even so, I didn’t want him to misunderstand. I walked with him to the door. I had two messages. “Tony..Emily wants to fuck you…just so you know….and….do you happen to know if Claire is straight?” Tony paused at the door, ignored my info about fucking Em and said, “I think Claire likes girls, but she’s alone right now.” Better and better.

When he brought the drinks, we all had one each and by the time he left, unless he had learning difficulties, he couldn’t possibly have misunderstood the ‘come hither’ vibes Emily was giving off. 

When Tony met Emily

I had to go for a walk, of course. I couldn’t really expect Tony to fuck Emily with me watching, but then, we do have a rather good video camera. One that has a wireless monitor which I took with me to a quiet corner of the ship’s library. 

Emily, leaning over the ship’s rail, looking into the distance at miles and miles of ocean. Tony comes into shot bearing a tray with a larger pitcher of something with lots of ice and two glasses. Emily, looked once over her shoulder and then back out to sea. Her bum moved, but I bet if I’d measured it, it would have moved less than 2mm. The tiniest movement, but it was clearly enough of an invitation as to be unmistakable. Tony dropped to his knees behind her and I saw him bury his tongue between her legs. I know, of course, exactly what he was tasting, and Emily’s ‘aroused’ scent is enough to turn on the planet. (Yes, I know I’m biased). When he stood up, he simultaneously lowered his pants and boxers. 

Sometimes, fate plays directly into your hands. Emily isn’t used to cock. If Tony was packing 9 inches of firepower with sufficient girth that you couldn’t close your fist round it, it would have been too much for her. Instead, if anything, Tony was underwhelming, yet perfectly so. I would say, five inches…and that might be generous. Not too thick either. But oh, the camera was perfectly placed for me to see it slide inside my wife. 

Now, Em has been fucked before, but it was far from a successful venture really. I think she was putting on a show for me really. Not this time though. Maybe it was the sea air, or maybe standing naked ‘outside’, whatever it took, I could see the definite signs of arousal in her. Tony also knew that he had to compensate for where nature had cheated him. I saw him reach around her for her clit. Em loves her clit stimulated, and it wasn’t long before I saw the unmistakable signs of an approaching orgasm. By now, Emily was 90 degrees at her hips and there’s no other word for it, Tony was banging her hard. Emily’s head came further and further back  and her fingers gripped the rail like she was trying to tear it off. Her knees bent a little and it hit. I saw wave after wave of orgasm wrack her body. The deck became stained as she obviously squirted. Then I saw Tony slam into her and hold still. No prizes for guessing what was going on there. 

He stayed inside her unusually long. Just fully embedded in her, his balls tight against his body and his bum twitching as he came in her. By the time he withdrew, he was no longer erect. Em, as we had agreed beforehand, immediately lay on a sunlounger and crossed her legs. I wanted as much of Tony inside her as I could get. There was some small talk afterwards as Tony re-arranged himself into the perfect cabin steward, and took his leave. Emily asked him to pass onto Claire that I was ‘interested’. Five minutes later, Emily was squatting over my face sharing her good fortune. 

When Anna met Claire.

Every time I’ve had a ‘first time’ with a girl, it’s been subtle. Way more subtle than standing at a ship’s rail with my bum pushed out, and way more subtle than “Please…come and fuck me.” Girls seem to know if something is on, or isn’t. 

By the time this happened, all our cabin staff were well accustomed to seeing both of us naked. This time, I had deliberately shed my overnight panties right next to my sun lounger, upon which I was lying demurely, but still naked. Just one pair of moist pale green panties beside the lounger. Claire does the morning shift so, as usual, she came into tidy and collect the washing from yesterday. This time, she had to stoop right next to me to pick up my obviously still moist panties. No dried stains this time…pure girl cum.the moment she stopped, knees facing me and slightly (unnecessarily) spread a little, I knew it was on. I could see up her things to a pair of pink panties nestling tightly against her crotch. She looked at my panties a little, and I decided a little crudity might seal the deal. “Sorry..one of those wet nights.” Her thumb grazed right over the wet part. A barely audible “mmm” escaped her, so I followed it up with “Actually, I’m one of those girls who enjoys being wet….for any reason. Wet panties turn me on….wetting my panties turns me on.” Ah well…more than enough there. Let’s see how she responds. 

Her response was unexpected. She simply sat down on the deck cross-legged. I could now clearly see that her pink panties were really wet. So I wasn’t surprised when she simply glanced down and back and said “Me too. I’m a really panty-wetter sometimes.” 

Difficult silence. 

Both of us wanting more. One of us not daring to in case it cost her her job, the other hesitant in case she fled. Finally, Miss Brain gave one of her classic “Oh for fuck’s sake” grabbed the audio controls and said in a husky, sultry voice, “Would you like to smell me?” Claire simply nodded and brought my panties to her face. I was quite happy with that, but apparently, Miss Brain wasn’t. “No, I meant would you like to smell….me.” and I found my legs gently opening. Claire leaned forward and buried her face between my legs. For a while, all she did was inhale me which drove me crazy with frustration and anticipation (must remember that technique). Then I felt her tongue on me. Time to warn her. “Claire, I get very wet…sometimes I squirt a lot, and sometimes I…” I didn’t get any further. “I dont care What you do. It’s been over a year since I’ve….just do What you do.” (Oh well…if I must) 

Claire gave me an amazing suck off….expert, delicate, teasing, yet when I came in her mouth it was so fulfilling. Time to return the favour. Miss. Brain had clearly been doing some planning, and had learned much more than i had  from our brief exchange. I had planned to strip this girl naked and enjoy every inch of her body. Miss Brain had worked out that that wasn’t going to happen…moreover, she’d worked out that something way more naughty was on the cards.

I slithered off the lounger onto the deck and said in my best sexy voice “Sit on my face.” She knelt one knee either side of my head and her damp-crotched pink panties were soon over my mouth. She had that young, fresh, innocent yet horny as fuck scent to her and I realised from what she had said that the only thing that had been between her legs for the past year had been her fingers. I buried my face in her panties and used my strong and long tongue to find and then stimulate her clit. Pulling the material slightly aside I was greeted by pale golden pubic hair and a very wet and welcoming hole. I love that sensation of fingering a girl for the first time. It’s both a privilege and a voyage of discovery since we are all built differently in there. I wasn’t 100% certain, but there may have been the remains of a hymen. I don’t think she has ever been fucked, and her hymen may not be completely gone. I felt her cervix nestling on the top of my finger, and it was dancing a delicate duet with me. Another finger seemed too much so I swapped middle and index finger about until both were slick with her wetness, then I simply eased one finger into her bum. 

“I’m…close.” A warning? A plea not to stop?  I found her clit with my thumb and as she wet herself, she came long and hard.

When she was done, she stood up and I eased her panties down and off. “Oh well…I guess I’m going commando for a while.” I however, had other ideas. I took my night panties from where they had ended up under the lounger and slid them up her legs. ‘Here…we’re my cunt against yours for a while.” The moment the crotch of the material touched her, she shuddered. “I could cum again, right now.”  But I wasn’t quite done. I picked up her soaked pink panties and pulled them on myself. She watched, wide-eyed and as the material touched me, she said “Ok..now I definitely could cum again!”

“Ok, so…do it. Let me watch how you do yourself. I’ll do myself too.”And so we watched each other masturbate. I squirted, although Claire didn’t. Afterwards, she hugged me and kissed me.”You have no idea how much I needed that.” 

When Claire met Emily….I’ll have what she’s having!

If you’re of the right mindset….if you’re 100% sure and secure in your relationship, watching your lover get laid fills you with a desire for them that is like a forest fire. You want them with an intensity and furore that is frightening. Emily and I were all over each other. We clawed at one another, leaving red welts on each other’s backs, we sucked, we fucked, we did such depraved things, some of which we had never done before. (And that I couldn’t possibly describe here - I’d break the Internet!). We must have made love for 8 hours or more straight. We stopped only when we simply couldn’t cum any more. Even then we couldn’t leave one another alone. Despite the heat, we cling to each other and whispered things…romantic things…dirty things…everything you can imagine. After a few hours sleep something changed. It wasn’t rabid, pure sex, it was pure, romantic love-making. The kind, when you see it, that doesn’t make you horny to watch, it makes you feel privileged to have witnessed it. Instead of wanting sex with the couple, you simply wish them emery happiness. 

You know, I’m not even sure that either of us came…well…not as we usually cum. If anything, this was a fusion, a melding on a physical and spiritual level.