Here we are again with another sprawling sex-story, this time triggered by the words of someone on a different website who discussed going on a swinging holiday on a cruise.
I don't know who it was who mentioned that but whoever it was...They were inspiring.
THE SHIP'S OPEN SECRET
I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. The sunlight beamed in from the balcony and wandered, unhindered, around our cabin. My wife was still asleep next to me after our first night aboard a cruise ship and so the only company I had were my thoughts on the previous night's aural sexual orchestra from the room next door.
I'd heard Bob and Betty Gunther, the middle-age couple next door, come back to their room with two friends, giggle, have a drink, laugh sone more and then precede to fuck together. I'd been lying in bed next to my wife Michelle who was in a slumbering state hearing the noises next door fully hard.
I still couldn't quite believe it.
When we had met Bob and Betty Gunther (apparently known as the Bee Gees) they had seemed like a nice normal couple. He seemed like the kind of person who'd invite you round to enjoy a barbecue, and Betty was his albeit attractive, older wife who'd probably have a little too much to drink at said barbecue and have to lie down early to sleep it off. Not like the kind of people who'd invite you to spend a weekend in their motorbike with them and get naked in front of you.
Now my thoughts were awash with what might happen between the Gunther's and ourselves. Would they attempt to seduce us? How long had this been going on for? Would I have to put up with this kind of performance every night? I wondered how our next meeting with the Bee Gees might go down.
"Hey, you guys. You fancy a drink? We've got a variety of sauces here," Bob begins as I stand up and Michelle sits on the Queen size bed.
"Have you got Vodka and Diet Coke?" Michelle asks innocently enough whilst Betty sits on the bed next to my wife, revealing a lot of leg and plenty of cleavage in a low-cut dress with a revealing slit going up the side.
"Have I? Does the pope shit in the woods?" Bob asked, chuckling at his own joke. Bob hands over the drink and cheers, which we all respond to before he takes his place behind his wife, peppering the back of her neck with kisses.
"Hmmm. I love having my neck kissed," Betty remarks as she reaches back to rub Bob's bulge through his knee-length holiday shorts, Bob's hands moving round to Betty's breasts as I move over to Michelle.
"Oh yeah," Michelle responds, encouraging the two older lovers, not that they need much encouragement as Betty pulls at Bob's fly and moves her hand in the gap to fish out his hardening cock, eventually succeeding in dragging it out into the open air. "Ooh," my wife coos as she looks at the stiffening flesh.
"You like?" Betty asks as Bob moves the straps down on Betty's dress exposing her surprisingly perky boobs to the air, eliciting a childish giggle from her as she looks down at the exposed flesh whilst moving her hand up and down Bob's dick.
"Uh-huh," Michelle agreed whilst grabbing her left breast and moving her hand between her closed legs and starting to run between them. "Oh God, yeah".
As for me I can't take my eyes off the scene in front of me as Bob massages Betty's breasts while she grips his tool firmly yanking up and down on it. My attention is so caught up with what I was watching it took me a second to realise hands are playing with my crotch. I look down and see Michelle pawing at my belt and zip as she continues to observe the older couple.
Betty turns to Bob and yanks his polo shirt over his head as he pulls her dress up and over her head revealing a pair of red lace panties only as she pulls at his shorts rendering him naked on the bed. Michelle moves her mouth around my glans and I feel the delightful warmth over my end.
"Jesus, that's nice," I intone as I watch Bob lean back with Betty, moving his hand beneath the skimpy material and pressing his fingers against her snatch.
"Mmmm yeah, Bob," Michelle called out as she moved her hand up and down my length. I move my hand down to Michelle's shoulders, lowering the the straps of her dress and bra, freeing her ample boobs as she continues to play with my tool. I look back over at Bob and Betty and can see the red panties have been discarded as Bob moves his fingers in and out of Betty's sopping gash with Betty moaning her delight in their kisses. I decide I've also had enough of clothes and remove my T-shirt with Michelle easing her dress down and her bra so only her black knickers remain as her mouth returns to my tool.
"Oh fuck, 'chelle," I breathe in response as Bob latches his mouth over one of Betty's nipples, taking the flesh into his mouth and clearly enjoying the feel of it. At this point I can take no more and pull my cock from Michelle's mouth and push her back on the bed, drawing an excited scream from her as I push aside the lacy black material and slide my tongue inside her wetness whilst keeping my eye on our neighbours.
Bob is aggressively moving his middle finger in Betty's pussy as she writhes against his hand, his mouth still attached to her left tit as she squirms beneath him.
"I need you in me," Betty begs as she tugs on his veiny length. Bob smiles at this as he removes his mouth and moves above his wife, aiming his cock at her lips and smacking it against her, causing more moans of delight before he edges forward and slips it in. "Oh God, yeah," Betty murmurs in delight as Bob eases back and forward.
"This is...Hmmm...wild," sighs Michelle as my tongue tickles her bean, sliding up her pussy like I'm tasting ice-cream, as I eye the couple next to us, watching as Bob moves himself further up the bed, so he can thrust from his knees. I wrap my arms around Michelle's legs so I can secure her moist cleft to my mouth, feeling every sigh and moan. My wife is watching as Bob fucks Betty till he can take it no longer and pulls at my hands. She wants me inside her and I'm more than ready to respond, climbing on the bed and thrusting myself inside her.
OH FUCKING HELL!" Michelle shouts as I pull back and slam hard into her as I stare deep into her eyes. I can feel the bed move next to us but my focus is on the woman beneath me, the woman I met when she was eighteen and in college, the woman who bounced on my dick on her nineteenth birthday, the woman I married seven years later, and was now pounding as another couple next to me moan and strain towards their own orgasm, their noises sounding like an audience egging us on as I start to power into Michelle's glorious cunt, till none of us can take any more, till the only thing left to do is...is...
"Hey!" Michelle exclaimed, breaking me from my imaginings. "Are you having a crafty wank?"
"Er...yes?" I responded, figuring honesty in this case was the best policy.
"Were you wanking thinking about me?" my wife asked, teasingly.
"Actually...I was," I replied, surprised that I could answer this question semi-honestly without getting into trouble. Obviously I was not going to mention without prompting that my fantasy also involved our older neighbours, but I figured what she didn't know...etc, etc, etc.
"I'll let you off then," Michelle remarked before she got out of bed and headed to the shower, with me still led in bed, my hand wrapped around my manhood feeling embarrassed over the fantasy I just had.
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The two of us managed to get down to breakfast and back without seeing our neighbours and I felt extremely relieved over this. I did not want to think how I'd feel looking at the two of them after hearing their licentious behaviour the night previously.
