Cruise Turns Fantasy into Reality
I guess it all started fairly early in our marriage.
In one of those moments of contentment after particularly satisfying sex, my wife Sue said.
"You give me such huge orgasms. I love you so much. I would do anything for you."
"You better be careful. I might take you up on that one day."
"No problem, I meant what I said."
"What do you mean by anything?"
"Anything."
"I have told you about my threesome fantasies. Does anything include that?"
"No. Don't be disgusting."
"I don't need anyone else. I love your cock. I don't need or want another."
"You just want to use it as an excuse to have sex with some other woman."
"No, I have told you I don't want another woman. I just want to watch you with someone and join in."
"I don't understand that at all."
"I find it very arousing to fantasise about it. I also would love you to get completely spoiled. Just imagine one person fucking you while the other was sucking your boobs or two guys playing with your boobs. You would get spoiled rotten."
"No."
"I fantasise about it when we are having sex."
"What? Did you do that tonight?"
"Yes."
"What was the fantasy?"
"I was watching a guy fucking you hard. You were begging for more. You had your legs wrapped around him and I could see his cock sliding in and out of you. When he came I could see his balls pumping his cum into you. When he pulled out I watched his cum dribble out of you."
"Not going to happen."
"When you have cum and you want me to cum quickly before you go dry, that is what I use to make it happen faster."
"It turns you on that much?"
"Yes, the best bit is watching his cum ooze out of you and then shoving my cock into you when you are filled with his cum."
"That is gross."
"No it makes me cum every time."
"Can I at least talk dirty to you about it when we are having sex?"
"Like what."
"Tell you how big and hard his cock is, how deep he is in you, how hard he is fucking you. That sort of thing."
"I guess, but if I don't like it I will tell you to stop."
After that I was always careful to only talk dirty to her when I knew she was fully aroused. I was never asked to stop talking.
In fact, it got to the stage if she was a bit slow in getting wet, I would start describing the big cock that was about to fuck her and she would moisten up pretty much straight away.
**
Fast forward a few years. The fantasy had never become a reality but was regularly used to spice up our sex life.
We had done a couple of river and ocean cruises over recent years and enjoyed them immensely. We had always made friends on board and had a great time.
This time it was a three week Mediterranean cruise.
We were a day into it when we were joined at the dinner table by a guy, John, about our own age.
Naturally we started chatting and we asked about his wife. He explained that he was a widower. He and his wife had always wanted to do this cruise but she had passed away from breast cancer before they had a chance to do so. For him, this cruise was a remembrance of his wife.
This, of course, got Sue all soppy and she gave him a big hug. After that she seemed to have a soft spot for him and always asked if he wanted to join us on our shore excursions and for drinks and meals.
He had his own stuff planned so didn't always do so but we got together often. Sue always gave him a big hug as a greeting and goodbye.
After one particularly long day, we had dinner together and were having after dinner drinks when Sue excused herself saying she was tired and would go to bed.
John and I continued with our drinks. We had grown pretty comfortable with each other.
"Have you noticed those two couples over there? They seem to have become particularly "close,'" he smiled as he said it.
"Yes I have. The pairing off between them isn't always the same. There are a few people, I have noticed, who seem to be doing the same."
"I guess what happens on the cruise stays on the cruise."
"Have you and Sue ever thought of that sort of thing?"
"Like a lot of men, I think, I have raised the subject with her but she was adamant in her refusal. It is my favourite fantasy though. What about you?"
"Mine too. We got to the stage once with some very close friends where we were in the spa together and started playing. His wife stroked my cock under the water and I played with her pussy and I am sure that the other two were doing the same. My wife never admitted it though."
"Wow that is hot."
He laughed. "It got even hotter. We went inside after the spa and the other couple started making out. My wife and I watched them, in shock at first, but once he started fucking his wife we couldn't help ourselves. We started making out and fucking also."
"That's why I suspect that he had been playing with her. She was so willing and so wet."
"We lay there watching each other fuck our own wives."
"My wife wouldn't swap unfortunately, so after a very exciting night we went home."
"Did you fuck her again when you got home?"
He smiled at the memory, "Of course. She even let me describe my fantasy of how it was his cock fucking her and not mine and how I was watching them fuck."
"We do the same but I only talk like that if Sue has had a few drinks and is really turned on."
"Does she like it?"
"She has never admitted liking it but she always juices up and cums pretty quickly when I get very graphic."
"Graphic?"
"I tell her I can see his big cock sliding into her, how wet she is, how her pussy lips grip his cock, how she moans and groans and begs him to fuck her and how I watch his balls pump his cum into her."
"Birds of a feather, mate. I didn't realise you were such a deviate, the same as me."
"You used to do the same?"
"Yep and with the same reaction and consequent denial of enjoying it. I used to describe how I would watch his cum run out of her then take her while she was still full of his cum. She didn't understand that part."
"I got the same reaction from Sue when I told her about wanting to fuck her when she has just been fucked."
The next round of drinks arrived and we were silent lost in our own thoughts, no doubt reliving the fantasy images we had just discussed.
A thought occurred to me.
"If you don't mind me asking, how long is it since you have had sex?"
"Probably two years for proper sex. Twelve months when my wife was too sick and twelve months since. Of course I masturbate often."
"No doubt to your threesome fantasy," I laughed. "That's what I do also."
"How often?"
"Depends, at least once a week. Two or three times if I'm in the mood."
"Me too."
I think the number of drinks and our closeness over the past few days must have loosened my inhibitions.
"Look, please stop me if I offend you but I would love it if I knew you fantasised about fucking Sue?"
He looked a little surprised but smiled.
"Well, I have to admit that I have already done so. She gives very tight hugs. Her body pressed up against mine when we say goodnight has inspired me to jerk off more than once."
My cock was instantly hard. I hesitated a while contemplating if I should say what I really wanted to.
Finally I bit the bullet.
"Would you do her in real life?"
A very surprised glance in return.
"She is a very nice lady. I would love to. Would she allow it and would you allow it?"
"If I asked her she would definitely say no. She has a soft spot for you though. Would you seduce her? I would love to watch you do it and join you if you are successful."
"I would love to try, as long as you don't punch me. Also I am not into male to male stuff so it would have to be strictly cock and pussy."
"I won't punch you. The furthest I would go is taking sloppy seconds after you have fucked her."
"Actually, I would like to do the same after you have fucked her."
"OK, it's a deal. Start whenever you feel is the right moment."
With that we parted.
My cock was rock hard as I entered our room but Sue was out to it so it was fantasy time as I imagined John fucking her as I jerked off.
**
The next morning, Sue asked.
"What did you guys talk about last night after I went to bed?"
I was noncommittal.
"Nothing much, just drunken talk. Talked about wives, cruises, etc."
I was still a bit hung over and boldly said,
"Actually, you thought I was the only deviate, but he has the same fantasies as me."
"What do you mean?"
"About watching someone have sex with his wife. He said that they had played with another couple once but she wouldn't swap. He has fantasised about it ever since."
"I don't believe it. He seems such a nice man."
"I'm not a nice man?"
"Mostly, but when your dick takes control you are gross."
With that the conversation ended and we went about our daily excursions.
**
To give John credit he took it slow. I noticed that he gradually became more touchy feely with Sue over the coming days, touching her arms and shoulders often as they talked. She seemed to enjoy the attention.
We didn't live in each other's pockets but met most days. Sue and John were great conversationalists, me not so much, so they tended to chatter away together, apparently getting more and more comfortable with each other.
After a few days of this we attended a concert one evening. We were lucky enough to get a booth. Sue sat between us. John was generous with the drinks pre-concert.
They were chatting before the music started and I noticed when John wanted to make a particularly strong point in the conversation he laid his hand on Sue's leg near the knee.
"This is a test." I thought to myself wanting to see what she would do.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment in the conversation but continued on and, more importantly, did not remove his hand.
The lights went down and the music started.
I kept glancing sideways at them during the concert. Was it my imagination, or was his hand now mid-thigh? No apparent reaction from Sue so maybe not.
At the interval, when the lights came up, his hand was now definitely at the hem of her dress, well up her thigh.
He looked at me with a questioning look and I just smiled and nodded.
I went to get more drinks while they chatted.
The lights went down again and the music recommenced.
