Greg and Jen were married for just over a year, when they had decided to finally take their first vacation since their honeymoon. Like many new marriages, their first year had brought on many tiring, first time challenges to their lives. After having a talk, they decided to plan a much needed break. They looked at a Caribbean cruise, and booked an eight day trip that departed in late May. Greg, age 32, and Jen, age 29, were looking forward to the getaway, as this would be a first of its kind trip for both of them.
After the few months since the booking had passed, the much awaited day had finally come. After a long day of traveling, and a two hour layover at the airport, they finally arrive at the ship. More spectacular than anything they had ever imagined, they were excited to finally be on board for their much needed vacation.
"We are finally here, Greg, I cannot believe it," Jen said all excited, as the couple unpacked their suitcase in their cozy room.
"Me too. I can't believe how much bigger these ships are in person," Greg replied, just as happy to finally be on board.
Upon finishing unpacking their suitcase, and getting settled into their room, it was just after six pm. After barely eating anything all day from traveling, they decided to just order some sandwiches to the room and relax for a bit.
"What do you say we walk around after we are done eating? Maybe have a few drinks at that nice bar we passed on the way in?" Jen asked Greg, as she took the final bite of her tuna salad sandwich.
"Sure, I would love to check it out. It looked really nice on the way in," Greg replied.
"Great," Jen said, "Let me go freshen up, and change into something. I'm a little sweaty in these clothes from traveling all day."
Greg quickly got changed into something different as well. He put on a solid, black tee shirt, and a nice pair of casual, khaki shorts as he waited for Jen to get ready. While waiting, he walked over to the back door of their room, and opened it to let in a fresh ocean breeze.
A few minutes later, Jen walks out of the bathroom all ready to go.
"How do I look?" she said, twirling herself in a quick circle, giving Greg an all around view of her outfit.
"Oh, wow. You look very revealing to say the least," Greg said, as he tried to hide the fact he was a little unhappy with the way she was dressed.
"No, come on!" she replied laughing at his assessment of her, throwing her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "It's a nice summer outfit. We're on a cruise, babe!"
Jen had a sexy body, and she knew it. Greg, a decent looking guy himself, has always been insecure of her when they were in social situations. After getting engaged, he had hoped she would be out of her attention needing stage. Now a year into their marriage, it still hasn't changed. Not one bit.
There she stood, her five foot six inch tall athletic build body, wrapped in a tight, purple tank top, with no bra, suffocating her big natural DD tits. A short, white, stretch skirt hugged her hips and ass. It ran nice and high, giving a bare glimpse of the bottom part of her gorgeous ass cheeks. Her feet stood in a pair of sexy, comfortable summer heels she had bought just before the trip. Giving her another two inches in height, the heels pumped her up nicely, showing off her nice, tanned legs.
Finally leaving the room, they head down to the big, fancy bar they passed on the way onto the ship. After they arrive at the bar, they sit down and order a few drinks for themselves. For the next twenty minutes, they unwind and talk about their newlywed life, as they absorb and breath in the fresh ocean air.
Shortly after, a strange man approaches them at the bar. He was a tall, dark haired man with a nice build, wearing a tank top and a pair of dark, designer jeans. A rather young man, he appeared to be in his late 20's or so.
"Hey you two, enjoying your stay so far?" the man kindly asked Jen and Greg.
"We just got here," Greg replied smiling at him, "But we love what we see so far. We're definitely looking forward to the rest of our stay."
"Great, me too. I'm sorry to intrude, but would either of you two happen to know where the bathrooms are in this bar area?" he asks.
"I do," Jen replied, having passed them just before her and Greg approached the bar. "Follow me, I can show you."
"Oh, I just realized," Greg says, "I forgot my wallet back in our room. I'm just going to run back and get it, Jen. Show him where the bathrooms are, and I will meet you right back here at the bar in just a few minutes."
"Sounds good, honey," Jen replies, as she hops off her bar stool and walks away with the stranger.
Over the next few minutes, Greg had gone back to the room, got his wallet and arrived back to the bar. Returning to the same location where he and Jen were sitting, he noticed she was not there, and nowhere to be found. He kindly asks the bartender where the bathroom is, and he pointed Greg in the direction.
Assuming she may just have gotten lost on her way back from the bathroom area, Greg sits and looks at his phone for a few minutes, hoping for Jen's return. When she doesn't arrive after a good 20 minutes, he becomes a little worried, and proceeds to go look for her.
Greg arrives at the bathroom area, and to his concern, Jen was not in the vicinity. He gives a knock on the ladies room door, but there was no answer. He then walks through the mens room door, and starts unzipping his shorts to get ready to urinate, before proceeding to further look for her.
As he approaches the urinal, he sees Jen standing in front of the sink facing the mirror. To his surprise, the strange man from the bar was standing behind her, groping her big tits that were tightly packed in her top. Both of them looking straight in the mirror, the stranger then gently pushes aside Jen's light brown hair, and starts to run his tongue up the right side of her neck.
"What the fuck are you doing? I'm here with my husband." Jen says to the strange man, playfully fighting him off in a flirtatious manner.
"Don't give me that shit," the man mumbles in her ear, as he gives both her big, soft tits another firm squeeze. "I see women like you on these cruises all the time. You are all the same. A sexy, married bitch dressed like you isn't worried about your fucking husband," he says in a nasty tone, as he presses his half hard cock against the back of her skirt.
Jenna, loving the feel of his cock, and the sexual attention, began to resist his actions less and less.
Suddenly, they both notice Greg standing by the urinal in the mirrors reflection, and quickly look over at him.
"Hey asshole, thats my wife!" Greg angrily shouts across the bathroom, barely able to believe what he is seeing.
