I'd driven most of the night, getting to the ferry terminal sometime after six in the morning. I desperately needed my bed. Lucy, on the other hand, was wide awake, and, as it turned out, on the prowl.
By the time we'd boarded and brought our bag up from the van and unloaded into our cabin, I was dead beat. As I entered a dream-like coma I was aware of my wife getting up and entering the shower. The last thing I remember was my wife whispering, "I'm off for something to eat. I'll bring you back a present. Love you!"
I was asleep before the door clicked shut.
Sometime later, the creak of the lock and a burst of light from the widening door woke me up, and I heard my wife step quietly in.
She clambered up onto the bed. The door clasped shut. She pulled the covers back revealing my naked body. She straddled my lower legs. Her hands on my upper thighs. Blood rushed to my cock.
"Oh Mal," she said. "I have been very, very bad ..."
I was hard in a flash. She moved up my body. She nudged her groin across my now rigid cock. Her pants were soaking and slippery.
We'd just spent two weeks fucking our way across Europe. I'd watched her fuck two men, one after the other. She'd watched me spit-roasted. We'd had sex on the dance floor of a club, and had a beautiful threesome with another beautiful woman. But it had always been us together.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I went for some ... breakfast."
A torrent of emotion ran through me, thrusting me out from my daze.
"What?"
"I'm so sorry my love, I couldn't help it. I'm such a slut. I couldn't help myself.
"I'll make it up to you..." she purred.
I threw off any misgivings. My cock yearned to plunge in her. My hands held her hips, roamed her body, cupped her heavy breasts. I brought my hands round her smooth ass, put pressure on them and pushed her towards me.
She nudged her knees forwards to straddle my head. I could see the wet swollen folds of her outer labia through her pants above me. The dark patch of the thin fabric, the white ooze of another man's cum seeping through.
I watched as she brought her hand down and slid two fingers past the fabric and into herself. Watched as her creamy fingers came out, held above my face. Watched as she lowered them to my lips. Then felt her probe my lips and push them in and I licked and sucked them and tasted a stranger's cum.
"Let me taste you."
She stood up, towered over me, and whisked her pants off. The tops of her inner thighs moist. Her beautiful pussy, swollen, it's pink layers of soft flesh glistened in the low light. Her soft bush, matted with moisture. Sweat, saliva, sperm drooling out of her.
She knelt down again and brought her swollen pussy down onto my face.
As her lips moved towards mine I could see and smell white cum spilling out of her and dripping down onto my outstretched tongue and onto my lips.
I lapped at her eagerly. Fresh awake as if a light had been suddenly switched on. My cock felt it was going to burst. I pushed my tongue into her, curled its tip around her labia and licked the cum that coated her cunt.
"Oh my hungry man," she moaned from above. Her dress was now around her waist and she had one hand pressed against the cabin wall, the other caressing her beautiful large, round breast.
She pushed off the wall, and onto her haunches, her pussy moving out of reach and looked straight down at me.
She bit her lip. Hesitated.
"I didn't even get his fucking name."
In response I pulled her back onto my face.
"Oh god Mal, that feels so good. Just what your slut wife needs after such a hard fucking.
"That's it. Oh yesssss.
"He fucked me so hard. Make me cum again. Lick that cum up. I know you love it Mal. I can see how hard it makes you."
She moved, arched back onto her feet and reached behind for my heavy cock, pulled the skin back and caused me to gasp into her. She let go and it snapped back down onto my belly. "You're such a bad husband getting off on your slut wife fucking a perfect stranger."
