Cruise Control

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NOTE: This story contains themes of cockoldry and consenting husband orally cleaning his wife. If not your thing, probably best to not read on. Otherwise, please enjoy

Anne and I were enjoying a good life in early retirement, if you count having a lovely home and more than enough money to live on as a good life. Having made more than enough money from my mortgage brokerage business I sold up but stayed on as a consultant employee to the new owners as part of the lucrative financial deal I'd negotiated, a golden handcuffs if you like. This was for three years, during which time I was essentially free to come and go from the business as I pleased, play a lot of golf but be available if needed to advise the new owners. Leaving day came, I was now retired, aged fifty-five at the time, and Anne was fifty-six.

As for sex between Anne and I, we seemed to have got out of the habit in our later years. She didn't ask, so I didn't demand it from her. After all, Anne was a busy grandmother with her interests, involved with the local village Women's Institute and volunteering in a few local charity shops close to her heart, besides regularly visiting and babysitting our grandchild. She was what you'd call an ultra-respectable lady in the prime of life, much loved and respected by colleagues, family and friends. She would never put a foot wrong. Anne never mentioned she missed sex, so for well over a year we did not indulge.

Our only daughter, Melanie, was in a turbulent relationship with a guy she had been involved with since school so now aged twenty-four she had been on and off with him for 10 years. They had gifted us a wonderful grandchild but it was obvious they were having trouble keeping their relationship together. He'd done well for himself and was working in the City as an investment banker, in a very laddish culture and Mel had discovered he was fucking his secretary. They had previously booked a luxury cruise around the Mediterranean but since she didn't want to go with him the tickets had been offered to Anne & myself. I didn't particularly want to go but Anne was very keen, she needed a chance to recharge her batteries and according to colleagues at the charity shop, a cruise would offer an opportunity to have lots of fun and make new friends. So that was that, we would be going.

The ship was a luxurious, brand-new liner and we had spacious premier-class accommodation with an en-suite bathroom and a king-size bed in our cabin, plus a well-stocked drinks cabinet.

The first night at sea I joined a poker table in the casino and more than held my own with the other players until dawn, enjoying the thrill of gambling when you can afford it. I decided the cruise wouldn't be so bad after all, with excellent food and good company to pass the time.

Anne would do her own thing as ever. There was a cinema, a library, a good gym, a chapel, and lots of sun-loungers, both public and on our large secluded balcony which had its own private access off the first-class deck. I told myself she'd find plenty of ways to amuse herself, her needs were modest.

On the first morning, we were gently awakened by our steward knocking and entering with orange juice and a tray of tea and toast. Like most of the crews nowadays he was foreign, a tall, very dark-skinned young man from West Africa. The badge on the lapel of his starched white steward's jacket said his name was Benjamin Amadou. He beamed a smile of straight white teeth, he was softly spoken but he had an invisible air of confidence that was hard to ignore. From the first morning, he was so polite and well-spoken in his good English.

Over the next few days, Benjamin was most attentive, bringing fresh drinks and ice, coffee, clean sheets and towels, always on hand to make our lives comfortable. I guessed he was angling for a big tip at the end of the cruise. We found he was only twenty-two years old and working away to support his extended family in Cameroon, he'd left a few years ago to go to the United States as he was training to be an athlete, a track sprinter and that was where the finest colleges and coaches were to be found. He'd worked hard at his athletics his height and physique lent themselves to his chosen goal but a persistent injury to his knee had curtailed his dream of representing his country on the world stage. However, the time he'd spent learning his excellent English while at college wasn't wasted, he moved to Europe to be closer to home and was able to get himself a job with the cruise company, initially in the kitchen but progressing to being a premier-class cabin steward due to his attention to detail and his happy to serve attitude. 'I'm fortunate that I get such good reviews back to my supervisor at the end of all my cruises' he had told us.

'I have no doubt you do' Anne had told him with a smile.

The way he attended to Anne made me happy, he was always on hand to make her comfortable despite the heavy heat of the Mediterranean sun. She lapped up the attention from her sun lounger, happy to have a good-looking, physically strong boy fawning over her. Enjoying the cruise, she did not once complain that I hardly spent any time with her. Every night when I quietly, and just a little drunk, came back to our cabin just as the sun was starting to rise, Anne was always in a deep sleep, not stirring at all as I crept into bed, unusual for my wife who was always a very light sleeper, but I was grateful not to be in trouble so I never commented on it in the morning.

I was so far winning more than five hundred pounds per night through all-night sessions at the poker table and wanted to continue. Then came the night I lost it all, no big deal, but I'd had enough. I went out on deck and on the promenade walk, I breathed in the good salt air and admired the stars overhead in a dark velvet sky. I strolled past couples smooching in dark corners, under the lifeboats and felt aroused, thinking what I needed was a good fuck.

Finding myself outside the access gate of our balcony, I saw a dim light from our room and let myself in to see if Anne was there. If so, I'd go in, romance her a bit, and fuck her. She was after all attractive still, with short blonde hair, glasses, petite at five-three, 121lb and well-formed with good size round breasts that had cost me several thousand pounds a couple of years ago in Harley Street, and a firm bum, really a sexy wife.

I couldn't have got onto our balcony through the gate without knowing the access code. It was set by us on our arrival, to let us in while preventing outsiders from getting onto our balcony. Looking through the huge patio window I saw Anne just out of the shower beside the bed starting to dress, probably getting ready for some evening entertainment, as ever hanging her discarded clothes on hangers and putting them away in the wardrobe. It was fascinating, a real turn-on, to observe her like this, the thrill of seeing her when she's unguarded and natural. I watched her choose her bra and panties carefully, taking them from a bag that had several different styles. To my surprise, i realised they'd all been purchased from the fine lingerie store on the ship, she'd decided she wanted to impress me by buying some new sexy underwear, I guessed several hundred pounds worth, giving a soft whistle through my teeth.

I'd seen her undressed hundreds of times of course, but never like this, my cock was uncomfortably hard in my trousers and I was full of lust at the sight of my wife.

Rooted to the spot, I could have left to join her but that wouldn't have had the same effect. A lacy white bra overflowed with ample white tit, two small cups of the garment cut down almost to the nipples, revealing the deep cleavage and the enticing fullness of breasts nestled tightly together by their size. Below she wore a tiny white thong, showing her cunt bulge, barely covered by the sheer material. Anne always kept her pussy hair free, shaving the lips and the pubic mound every day. Her pussy was visible through the nearly transparent material, and as she turned to walk across the cabin for her kimono I saw the thin strip of silk disappearing between her firm arse cheeks, and that her rounded arse was displayed as good as bare, just a strip of the silk dividing the moons of her arse. It looked so enticing and perfect, that rounded bum, I would have shuffled behind her on my knees kissing the ample flesh. White hold-up stockings completed the vision of absolute beauty my wife radiated.

'You are for it tonight, my girl', I silently promised her. I'd forgotten what a lush bed partner she'd been, such a responsive lover that gave everything back when I mounted her and moulded into my heaving flanks.

Anne had paused to check her appearance in front of the full-length mirror opposite the window I was peeping through, turning this way and that and for a split second I thought she glanced at me through the mirror! I darted back out of view and stayed out of sight for a few moments with my heart racing a little, when I looked back in Anne was sitting side on to me at the large dressing table carefully applying red lipstick and spraying herself liberally with her favourite Tom Ford perfume, I knew she'd be smelling utterly irresistible! However, she didn't indicate that she thought I was watching from outside, I was sure of it.

So my cock was jumping and throbbing as I watched. Wife-watching was tremendously erotic and arousing. She slipped on the silky kimono over the scanty white underwear and poured herself a vodka from the drinks cabinet. She normally never drank and as for the fancy bra and panties, her usual was Marks and Spencer's sensible cotton. I could only imagine she'd treated herself at the ship's luxury lingerie shop out of boredom. Poor Anne, I told myself, I've been neglecting her. Under that respectable front was a woman who liked to wear glamorous undies, and what else for but to entice me, her husband? I would go in immediately and take her - in reality, being entirely selfish. I was going to fuck her, fuck her nice welcoming cunt while I lay over her sexy body, with her big firm tits rubbing under my heaving chest. I set off for our cabin with real eagerness.

Turning into the wide passageway to our cabin I saw Benjamin, in casual clothes, walking some way ahead of me and tapping on our door. I stepped back a little into an alcove and saw Anne open the door slightly, then catch Benjamin's arm and draw the young lad into the cabin with her, quickly closing the door behind him. I was frozen, dumbstruck, never imagining such a turn-up, but old enough and wise enough to purse my lips and chuckle over the incident.

I found the whole idea startling but intriguing. My wife and that lad. Not Anne, home baker extraordinaire, past leader of the local church choir and regular entertainer to tea of the vicar and his wife, even the bishop at times!

I was not feeling in any way betrayed, jealous or any of those stupid wasted emotions. Wouldn't I have liked to see what was to go on in there - as if I couldn't guess! Then it struck me like a lightning bolt that I should watch through the small window on our private balcony off the deck. So I hurried back out on deck, hopeful of seeing Anne kissing the lad. There's no doubt I'd neglected her recently and she deserved a little kiss with a handsome young man to lift her spirits. You know, I must confess that was more exciting at the time than going in to fuck her myself. To watch my wife having a brief stolen kiss with our steward was an unbelievably exciting thought, and I didn't want to miss a second of Anne's fun.

The night had got cooler and the deck was now practically deserted. From inside the ship, I could hear dance music from the lounge. I guessed most people were down below decks, enjoying the entertainment. Slowly, carefully I operated the handle on our gate and edged onto our balcony, closing the gate carefully behind me, hardly daring to breathe. My heart was beating so fast and I felt sure it was audible to everyone as it was pounding inside my chest. I took a few seconds to compose myself, took a deep breath and peeped through the corner of the window, just to the side of the patio window. I saw into the cabin very well. It was the scene I had wished for but could never have hoped for

Anne and Benjamin stood face to face, he had her backed up against a wall, her arms around his back and her head leaning up to clamp her mouth against his. She had already discarded the kimono and she stood there in just the pure white underwear plus a pair of black, high-heeled shoes she had brought with her for formal nights. Despite the heels, Anne was still significantly shorter than he was, he seemed to tower over her as his big hands groped the cheeks of her arse. So they clung, kissing madly and passionately, Anne rolling her lips around his, mouth open and tongue showing, eager as a slut. Her lipstick was already smearing around her lips and she was behaving as if she was on heat, grinding her pussy into his groin and hip, her arse rhythmically rolling back and forth as she tried to generate contact with her clitoris.

'You horny little slut' I chuckled to myself, delighted to catch her so turned on and desperate. 'I've been keeping you short, haven't I?' Of course, away from the confines of a village, I suppose she felt safe to indulge in a holiday fling. But the way she went at it, bucking her hips against the boy, made me wonder if there hadn't been others. She obviously had highly sexual needs. "Steady on now Anne', I silently thought, "Don't lead him on too much'

But I watched on with wide eyes and a hand over my mouth as Anne stepped away and began pulling at the young African's shirt as if desperate to get him undressed. I found myself feeling even more sure this was no first time for the two of them together as he stood there, hands on hips as she frantically tugged at his remaining clothes. All those hours I'd spent at the card table must have given them plenty of opportunity to indulge.

Soon, Benjamin stood fully naked in our cabin, in front of my wife, a muscular, athletic youth with a massive hard-on. It curved up like a banana, long and with a purplish knob, a plum-like circumcised helmet. To be honest, I couldn't blame Anne for being so desperate for it. It seemed to pulse with its rigidness and Anne fondled it, drew it through her hand and sat down on the edge of the bed to kiss it, looking up at him and smiling as she held it and kissed the shaft. I imagined all that length going up her cunt and was eager to see it and her reaction. Benjamin had taken some of his cock in his hand and pulled her face back down to it, rubbing the crest around her nose and lips with some force, patting it gently on her face and tongue, something I'd never dared to do to her, the cocky boy.

Anne went down on her knees and gulped hungrily at his big, engorged cock, sucking away like a child with a delicious ice lolly. She was struggling to fit it into her mouth but Benjamin was holding on to the hair at the back of her head with one hand as he wanked his cock with the other, all while Anne frantically tried to keep the plum of his cock in her stretched mouth. Relentlessly and diligently she worked at the cock, making its head slick with the saliva from her mouth. I saw Benjamin rock on his heels, knees buckling slightly, his arse thrusting, a handful of her hair in his hand as he lost control and fucked her mouth as if bucking against her cunt. His body stiffened, and his head went back but she kept his helmet in her mouth as his cock pulsated and shot his load into Anne's mouth. He stepped back, a limping prick slipping from her stretched lips. My wife held out her tongue for him, showing him she'd swallowed his gift like a professional cocksucker.

He lay back on our bed, smiling his appreciation at her. She'll be doing that to me later, I decided, glad to have witnessed her obvious pleasure at having a cock in her mouth. It had panned out almost exactly as I'd suspected it would between them, a kiss and a bit of play, although the deep cock sucking had taken me by surprise, Anne had never really wanted to do that to me, telling me it was not something she liked to do.

'You changed your mind on that one, you slut' I thought.

I'd expected them to now start to dress, to start to cover their tracks in case the absent husband came back to the room. But there was no sense of hurry, they'd learned I wouldn't be back anytime soon. My wife was not finished yet, there was to be no rest for her stud as she peeled off her lacy little bra and taunted young Benjamin by standing over him and shaking her big tits right before his face. When the lad made a grab for her, she dodged around the bed, giggling at the game. Not to be outdone, Benjamin threw back his head as if laughing, then leapt up after her, grabbing her and easily throwing Anne across the bed, both clearly loving the fun they were having.

Again I was amazed at her behaviour, like a deliberately teasing little slut needing to be physically caught and given a good fucking. Benjamin now had both her hands pinned above her head with only one of his hands as he was literally ripping off her underwear with his other, discarding the now shredded brand new panties behind him as she pretended to struggle even as he reached down with his free hand and inserted first one, two and then a third finger into her sopping wet pussy, he then started to frig her pussy and g-spot mercilessly, yanking his hand out as she squirted an arc of fluid onto the bed, again he went straight back in with three big, thick fingers, manipulating her cunt expertly and again causing her to squirt an even larger amount of fluid onto the bed as he jerked his fingers out. Anne and I had never tried such a thing in our slightly more staid, somewhat less frantic sessions in bed. She seemed to be loving the new sensations that had been introduced to her and I had to admit I was quite jealous that I'd not ever managed to elicit any of these reactions from her body.

Anne had decided it was time to get fucked, she was completely naked save for her stockings and shoes and she pulled him down on her, thrusting his face hard onto her tits. I noted her hand was wanking his prick as he sucked and bit at her nipples then, when he had only gained a semblance of an erection again, he lay back on the bed and easily pulled her across and over him, she reached down and guided his wicked looking black cock to the bare lips of her pink pussy. Despite the play with Anne's pussy, I was genuinely concerned that she would be hurt by such a tool being put into her cunt but I needn't have worried, Anne was so turned on by what was occurring inside that cabin that her pussy was as wet and juicy as it had ever been. She straddled his powerful thighs with hers and slowly started to lower herself onto his cock. She was rolling her head forward and back, side to side with the sensations she must have been experiencing as more and more of his weapon penetrated her, her poor cunt ring stretched in front of me, despite childbirth this was still clearly an ordeal for Anne, albeit one she was enjoying.

She leant forward and began kissing Benjamin passionately on the mouth as he placed his hands firmly on her hips and began to lift her up and down on his cock, easily lifting her small body up and down, she didn't appear to have any input into how hard or fast she was going to be fucked by him, however, she was quite clearly thanking him for the fucking she was receiving as he smiled up at her.

He began to make deep thrusts into her, really probing deep into her pussy with his cock but still not getting all of his good length into her. She rolled off of his cock and laid back on the bed, one hand behind her head, the other rubbing on her cunt, something she had never done with me, telling me touching her own pussy was 'distasteful'. Benjamin mounted her and she put an arm around his back with her hand on his arse, drawing him across her with legs widely parted, showing her smooth but puffy red cunt and desperate to get a cock up it. Benjamin didn't let her down, he settled into the cradle of her thighs, penetrated her married cunt yet again and began fucking motions over her. Anne gripped his thighs with her ankles, her hands gripping his arse cheeks as if trying to pull him as deep as possible into her greedy hole, jerking up into him like mad to get more. More she got as his prick got harder and shafted her deeper.