Day two of our cruise started with the sun shining through the open balcony slider and a slight, warm breeze dancing over our naked bodies. The rhythmic sound of waves breaking against the hull was memorizing, almost hypnotic. My beautiful wife of 20 years and I lay exhausted on the cum stained sheets she and her bull made without me last night. We were both a little hung over, and still exhausted from our sex marathons, she fucking and me masturbating. She finally found the energy to snuggle against me. I kissed her cheek and said, "Told you about that anklet; now you know."
She wrapped her body around mine and whispered, "Oh fuck, Ed, last night was unbelievable. Mark promised you could be here tonight when he comes back. You'll see what I mean."
I was so horned up already, and the thought of my wife fucking that black bull again, in front of me this time, almost had me cuming without so much as touching myself. I rolled on top of her, determined to penetrate her well used pussy. "Please, Ed, I'm still sore from last night," she begged, "Let me just do you with my mouth."
I expected her to simply open her mouth and take me in, but to my surprise, she squeezed a dollop of lube onto her thumb and told me to raise my knees and spread my legs. She looked into my eyes for a reaction as she pressed her slippery thumb against my perineum, then slid downward until it locked in on my ass hole. "Oh, fuck!" I moaned, as she not only touched me there, but then buried her thumb as deeply as possible. She worked it in and out a couple times, each time stretching me tightly as she forced the heel of her thumb right into me. While thumb fucking my ass, she bent forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I immediately exploded with a massive cum. She sucked fast and hard, working her tongue over that magic spot on the underside of the head until I was completely drained. With her thumb still deep in my ass, she moved up to give me an open mouth kiss, feeding me all of the thick, sticky mess.
"That was awesome," I whispered after swallowing, "You've never done that before," referring to the fact that she'd never before even touched my ass hole and I'd never been allowed to cum in her mouth.
"Yea, I know. Mark made me suck him off like that. He said he wanted to feed me properly, and that if I fingered his ass, he'd pump out a bigger load. He really liked it, so I thought I'd treat you to the same. You pumped a nice, yummy load, but nothing like Mark! I had no idea a man could nut so much! He makes me swallow every drop. It's hard to keep up with his huge streams of cum. Each one totally fills what's left of the space in my mouth when he's fucking me there. My cheeks actually bulge out with the fullness. I have to gulp it down quickly to make room for the next spurt. Sometimes, it doesn't work out just right and it gushes out my nose. Mark likes that," she giggled, "It makes him laugh."
"He told me if ever sucked your dicklet again and wanted to make you happy, I should just collect your little load in my mouth, then feed it to you. He said all white boys are cum sluts, even if they don't know it; they love eating cum. I thought about that, and realized he knows what he's talking about. You know you like to lick your cum from my pussy; and you even said you would eat my pussy after another man fills it, and you just gulped down your load from my mouth. Maybe tonight you'll get to suck Mark's load from my pussy!" she said with excitement, not remembering that I'd already done that as she lay almost unconscious, totally fucked out last night.
I should have been humiliated, I guess, but I wasn't. The truth is, I am a cum slut. I was just thankful she understood and accepted it.
We lay in bed till nearly noon before ordering room service brunch. Being a cruise at sea day, there was no urgency to do anything. We talked openly about our new sexual awakening and agreed that, at least for the duration of the cruise, we would both be free to do anything, guilt free, with no judgements. When we got back home, we'd talk about how we wanted to move forward with the understanding that we love each other, and that will never change. Our marriage, we agreed, was sound and would be forever, regardless of anything else. After eating, we showered and put on our swim suits for a soak in the spa. As we left, Lynda told me, "Make sure you put up the room service sign. We'll need nice clean sheets to start the night with Mark."
At the spa, my hot wife enjoyed teasing me by shuttling between her lounge chair and the water, keeping her swimsuit wet. That way, it stayed almost transparent. The dark pink circles around her stiff nipples were clearly visible through the thin, white fabric that clung to her like skin. She made no attempt to obscure the perfect, smooth camel toe and beautiful ass cheeks that rivaled those of a young teen. Topping off her allure, she proudly displayed her sparkling "come-n-get-it" anklet. Needless to say, she got lots of attention. I sat across from her in the huge spa, almost as if I didn't know her, while other guys vied for the seat next to her. There was obviously lots of underwater touching going on; but she was just teasing. Her plans for the evening were already locked in.
Around mid-afternoon, I took her back to the room. "That was fun," she told me, referring to the spa as we walked, "I had my fist around five different cocks," she giggled.
"And how many of them had their fingers in your pussy, naughty girl?" I asked. She just giggled, knowing I realized all of them felt her up.
I was really looking for a quickie when we got to the room, but she put me off. "Let's just keep the mood going till this evening. The anticipation will make it even better," she told me. I wasn't happy about it, but reluctantly left her alone. We dressed and went to the bar for drinks followed by a leisurely dinner. By seven o'clock, she insisted we return to the room so she could get ready.
"You need two hours to get ready to spread your legs?" I asked, teasingly.
She took a long shower, then asked if I'd help her shave. She wanted to make sure there were no stray, embarrassing hairs like in her ass crack. When I'd finished, she was smooth as a baby from neck to toe.
"Your turn now," she told me, taking the razor from me. My body is pretty much naturally smooth with just the slightest bit of chest hair and the normal leg and arm hair everyone has. There was also some closely cropped pubic hair and hairy pits. What the hell, I thought, if she wanted me smooth, I'd try it. She was thorough. After cleaning off all the easily accessible hair, she said, "Bend over and spread 'em so I can clean the hair around your ass hole and in the crack."
After we patted each other dry, she asked me to find the baby oil. That excited me. I knew from experience it meant we were going to lube up and slide against each other as we fucked. I had a hard time finding it, and while searching, I came across an empty blister pack that looked like her birth control packet.
"What's this?" I asked, holding it up.
"Oh, that's my birth control. I don't know what happened to them," she said, almost convincingly.
