When Sam arrived at breakfast that morning she again looked a picture of feminine sexuality, her long curly hair flowed down her back and the tight, ultra low cut black one piece she was in gave her cleavage that even I couldn't stop staring at.
"Where the fuck are getting all these amazing clothes from?" I asked quietly as she sat down next to me.
"My new husband provides for me." She said with a sly wink before ordering a coffee.
"Well he's doing a great job." I offered with genuine praise, every day she looked sexier than before. I was genuinely curious how many outfits he had bought for her and how much he had spent.
"I'll tell him you approve."
"How was last night? You looked hot as fuck tied up in that outfit, I can't even imagine how hard he fucked you." I whispered between mouthfuls.
"Oh yeah, you saw some photos." She said absently as she clearly got lost in the memory of the night.
I let her enjoy the moment for a little while before interrupting, "Does the sex just keep getting better?" I asked, snapping her out of her trance.
"You've got no idea." She replied frankly as she turned to face me, a look of genuine exasperation on her face.
"I've got some idea, those photos had me dreaming up all kinds of crazy scenarios."
"Did you like the photos?" She asked, looking curiously at me.
"I fucking loved them. You looked so hot I nearly died, my dick might never be the same." I leant over and whispered to her.
"Well, that makes two of us. Let's just say it got pretty wild." She informed me as she turned her attention to her cereal.
"I'd love to hear about it." I told her as the table closest to us got up, allowing us to talk more freely.
Moments later Edward appeared and joined us for breakfast, "Howdy," he said as he sat opposite Sam.
"Morning." I replied and greeted him with a genuine smile which he reciprocated, breaking any tension. We chatted for a few minutes about the days diving and then I made my way back to my single cabin and set about getting ready.
When I heard a knock at the door I was a bit startled and I opened to reveal my stunning wife standing there in those black swimmers that were cut to just above the navel and made her breasts look stunning and some little slip on black sandals.
"Can I come in?" She enquired, making me wonder if someone else was in the corridor and I needed to play along.
"Certainly." I said as I shut the door behind her.
"You wanted to hear about last night and I don't want you to feel left out." Sam explained as she sat down on my bed.
"Fantastic." I said as I grabbed a chair, rubbing my hands together as I waited for her to start.
Sam explained in great detail about how she had dressed up for Edward, how sexy it made her feel, how he had tied her up and the brutal fucking she had begged for and received. She obviously still didn't know I had been a privy to the event as she was omitting some fairly large details. My cock was straining against my shorts and Sam could clearly see it.
