Angie and I decided it was time for a vacation. Not just a long weekend, but a real trip, somewhere strange and exciting. With no kids, and no bills, and two incomes, we could afford to do whatever we wanted.
The only problem was where to go. She wanted to go on a cruise, but I wanted to go to a tropical island. After some serious debating, we came up with the answer; first a cruise, then the island. But because we decide so late in the season, we couldn't get anything until September.
This was actually a blessing in disguise, because school had started, and the cruise ship would be kid free. As soon as the ship left port, some women began to discard their tops, and pranced around in skimpy thongs. The crew tried halfheartedly to stop them, but there were just too many women. Besides, I think the crew enjoyed the view.
Well, Angie wasn't about to be outdone, so she slipped her bikini top off, revealing those huge melons that drives everyone nuts. At first she acted shy, but her hard nipples told the truth. She swam, and tanned, and drank, and was having the time of her life. I, along with several other guys, sat in the shade, and soaked up the fine scenery. Some of the newcomers that joined us, didn't know Angie was with me, and it was amusing to see their eyes bulge and hear them groan in delight whenever she came bounding past. Some of them even bought her drinks, which encouraged her to flirt with them.
By mid afternoon, Angie took a break, and sat at the table next to me, as there were no available chairs at my table. But before we could talk, one of the guys who had been buying her drinks, sat down next to her, trying to make his move. Most of his pick up lines were old, but soon he had his hand on her knee, slowly making his way up her tanned thigh. She made no effort to stop him-yet.
His corny lines were cracking me up, especially since I knew they were a waste of time. Angie would do him in a heartbeat if I asked her to. She was being a total tease, as her nipple would occasionally, "accidentally" brush against his arm.
As his fingers found the hem of her thong, she reached down and moved his hand away. She stood, and winked at me as she started to leave.
"If you want me, you'll have to go through my husband." she said softly, as she patted the hard bulge in his shorts. The look on his face was priceless. The small group at my table all laughed, and we began to disperse in different directions. The mystery man and I rose at the same time, and he turned to me.
"Man, I'd love to have her, she is awesome!" he said as he adjusted himself. "Too bad she's married!"
"Hey, you never know, you still might get lucky!" I said innocently.
"I doubt it, I'm not very good with women." he said glumly. "Besides, her husband would probably have my head!" Funny, I was thinking Angie would have his head... in her mouth.
We both sauntered off in different directions, and I found Angie enjoying the sunset near the back of the boat, er, I mean the stern.
We walked back to our cabin to clean up for dinner, and Angie jumped in the shower. Coming out in only a towel was too much for me, and I pounced on her, burying my tongue deep in her snatch. She came quickly, as all the flirting earlier had made her very horny. I wanted to fuck her right there, but we couldn't have a trail of cum dripping down her leg during dinner, now could we?
She wore a backless, low cut, very short, mini dress with high heeled shoes, and I wore a very conservative suit. Nothing was said as we began eating, but we both knew the alfredo sauce on her pasta wouldn't be the only creamy sauce to go down her throat tonight. The waiters were very attentive, to Angie, anyway, and she was sure to bend just right to give them a special show.
We kept the drinks flowing, and even I was surprised at how well my top heavy girl kept her balance, as we got up to leave. We strolled around the perimeter of the ship, passing many couples in various stages of necking, many of which were pretty smashed from all the booze.
At one point, I stopped, and reaching up under her dress, I pulled her flimsy panties off and stuffed them in my pocket. I don't think she even realized I did it, as we continued to walk. Nearing the end of the upper deck, we leaned against the railing to stare at the stars and the moon. I quickly remembered there was a lounge right behind us, and I turned to see if we were blocking anyone's view. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dark glass, but I found Angie wasn't blocking their view, she was the view. A group of men couldn't keep their eyes off her, so I did what any guy in my position would do. I lifted the back of her dress so they could really enjoy the view. I played with her butt and pussy, the whole time she was oblivious to her audience. I reached around the front and fingered her to a knee trembling orgasm, then we continued our stroll without ever looking back.
We then went into a small lounge near the back of one of the dining rooms, and found it nearly deserted. I poured Angie into a corner booth, then slipped in beside her. The waiter recognized us from dinner, and was thrilled that he had us all to himself. Every time he approached, his eyes traveled to the usual spot- Angie's chest. On the third visit, it was too obvious.
"Hey, would you like to see them?" I asked, but didn't wait for an answer as I untied the back of her dress, allowing the front to flop to her waist. I thought his eyes would pop when her large breasts poked straight out.
"Go ahead." I said to him as I nodded towards her. He looked around, then reached out slowly, and ran his fingers over her nipple, which stood up instantly.
"Thank you, sir!" he said to me, as he retracted his hand.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Angie slurred. "He got me all hot, and now he's going to leave?" He stood there not knowing what to do, so I made a suggestion.
"Why don't you join us for a minute?" I asked as Angie patted the seat next to her.
"I really shouldn't." he said as he sat down next to her. She grabbed his hand and thrust it between her legs. It didn't take him long to get a rhythm going, and, once again, Angie came, coating his fingers with her sticky juice. After sucking each finger clean, he again thanked us, and started to get up.
"Not so fast, mister!" Angie said as she wagged a finger at him. "Now it's my turn!" she giggled as her hand disappeared under the table. His struggle was short lived as she quickly found his hard cock. Even in her drunken state, she had his zipper down and his throbbing cock out in record time. As she stroked him, she looked at me with those big brown eyes. Knowing exactly what she was thinking, I nodded, causing her to grin immediately.
But her grin quickly disappeared, along with her face, as she slipped under the table to get an up close and personal look at his member. Her grin soon appeared on his face, about the same time the slurping started. It was obvious he was in heaven, as she bobbed up and down on his soon to explode cock. He tried to stop her, but her tongue was too quick for him, as he unleashed a jigger of cum into her waiting mouth. Angie sat up with the "cat that swallowed the canary" look on her face, licking the tips of her fingers, as our waiter, now flushed, excused himself, and ran off to the kitchen.
We continued our walk back up the port side, stopping to watch a lady blow her man, by the pool. One or both of them were so drunk, they couldn't finish the deed, and Angie just couldn't resist. Kneeling down opposite the woman, on the other side of the lounger, she looked at the woman.
"May I?" she asked the girl with the glazed eyes.
"Sure, go for it!" she said as she rolled off her man's legs. "But I don't think you'll get anywhere, he's pretty drunk."
In less than a minute, Angie had his pole pointing skyward, with a few flicks of her talented tongue, and in less than five, he let out a grunt, along with several spurts of warm cum.
"Wow, I was hoping to be able to do that." his girl said, somewhat bummed. "I like the taste of his cum." But Angie already knew that. She crooked her finger, motioning the girl to lean towards her. When she was only a foot away, Angie placed her hand behind the girl's head, and pulled her lips close. Angie then kissed her full on the lips, and pushed her tongue into the girl's mouth. What I didn't know was that Angie didn't swallow his cum, but saved it for his girl, and she was now feeding it to her via her tongue. They took longer than necessary for the transfer, but no one complained.
"Thank you so much!" she told Angie, "We'll have to get together again, when he's a little more sober. And maybe I can return the favor." she said, smiling at me. "By the way, my name's Rita!" she said, as she plopped down next to her hubby.
It was such a long day, that it soon took it's toll on Angie. About half way back to our cabin, she just sat down on the deck- pooped. I struggled to get her to her feet, and was half walking, and half carrying her, when one of the stewards approached us.
"Can I be of assistance?" he asked, obviously used to passengers passing out on board.
"Yes, can you help me get her back to our room?" I asked. We stood on each side of her, draping an arm over each of our shoulders. As we got closer to our room, his hand got very close to the side of her breast. I let go of her when we reached the door, and I fumbled with the key, leaving him struggling to hold her up without grabbing certain parts of her body.
"Will there be anything else?" he asked as I opened the door.
"Uh yeah, can you help me get her out of her dress? She will kill me if anything happens to it."
