Captain Owen Smee had come ashore only three nights earlier when his wife Cindy began complaining. Cindy complained of many things, mostly trite things and her husband considered this latest complaint of the lowest order in triteness.
"Good gracious woman, once every other night is enough sex for anyone."
Cindy slapped her bare ass and said, "Not for me."
Captain Smee said what fucking nonsense. He threw her box of toys at her and went out. He wished he were back at sea, ducking the bird shit from over-fed gulls, watching the waves break over the bow and listening to Rap booming from the fo'c'le. A man could be a man at sea, free of women and he could minimize bickering by keeping the faggots busy scrubbing decks so they didn't get up to mischief and spoil the equilibrium of men being at sea in peace.
He'd fed it to Cindy three times on his first night home and then the cook/housekeeper wanted her usual up the butt and widow Matheson from next-door said welcome home Captain Smee and dropped her skirt so that was another round gone. Finally he'd called on his voluptuous sister at exactly the wrong time when her husband had taken their two children fishing so Margaret squeeze another few grams of semen from the mariner, using her hot and muscular vagina as if it hadn't been penetrated for six months, although that was unlikely.
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The next day Cindy whined to three of her friends – Stella, Rose and Mary-Louise – I've called you together to discuss Captain Smee's sagging performance. None of these women had been shafted by the captain, a highly decorated war hero, so felt a vibration in their pelvic region and said to Cindy how could they help?
"I'd like a return to the plunging cock, the reason I married him," Cindy snorted.
Plunging cock? Her three friends had to sit down to avoid fainting. In comparison they were married to wimps who only managed to get it stiff on birthdays and other special occasions. They each pulled a toy from Cindy's box of seventy-five pacifiers, gave one to her, and they all work themselves with satisfaction into calorie deficit. They also composed and fine-tuned a master plan of action.
Captain Smee and Cindy were invited to dine with Rose and Gavin where the menu was oysters, steak, capsicums and sliced testicles of beef.
Two nights later Mary-Louise served her guests boar's brains soaked in boar's semen, artichokes and a sauce made of deer's velvet (horns).
Stella served steak stewed in prunes and dates and excretions from virgins at the school where she taught – alleged virgins – and powder from thirteen kinds of wild mushrooms.
The four women arrived at the Smee's home for drinks and after the captain became loud and raunchy on rum the women seized him and tied his hands and feet to the legs of the dinning room table, having to re-tie him when realizing he wasn't face up.
Rose let Captain Smee suck her tits while Mary-Louise and Stella anointed his dick with chili soaked in baby oil infused with a variety of arousal stimulants, including ginseng, Viagra and cucumber.
"Don't some of those additives have to be ingested?" asked Rose, a little anxiously.
"Who cares a fuck providing he fucks," Mary-Louise sighed, nostrils bristling. She told her girlfriends to undress and then slammed her meaty fist into Captain Smee's head.
