Kate was out of control that night and I knew it. God knows I tried to control her but when she got horny I couldn't seem to reign her in. She was wearing the pink bikini she had promised would rake in the singles on our cruise. As soon as we arrived she had dumped our luggage in a corner and fished the bikini out of a pocket before putting it on.
"Well, how do I look?"
"You look like a slut," I told her and she beamed with pride. To Kate, being a slut was a compliment. She put her shoulders back, lifted her head up, and put her sunglasses on.
"You coming with me?" she asked impatiently.
"I'll be following close behind taking photos, like always."
"What do you want today? A guy or a girl?"
"Whatever happens. You choose whoever you want."
"God, I'm horny."
"I see that," I told her and I gave her ass a squeeze as she stepped out onto the deck and began to saunter like a sex kitten around the ship. I watched as she smiled at all the men and women she found attractive but everyone seemed too preoccupied with finding their rooms to notice Kate. I could tell that she was getting frustrated but I couldn't imagine her not finding someone to fuck. She always did. She turned to make sure I was behind her and I gave her an encouraging smile. She loved the hunt and I loved watching my huntress trap her prey.
She made her way to the Captain's deck and I smiled as she made a beeline straight for the Captain, who was surrounded by staff members. She walked by him slowly and shot him a look that any man would recognize as a mating call. She stared him down and I saw something in him that I recognized as well. It was the look of a man who wanted to fuck the shit out of my wife. I was used to it. Kate had a tight body and her face was strikingly beautiful. She could have been a model if she was just a few inches taller. Instead, she was my sexy wife and she was about to nail the captain of the ship.
I watched her work her magic and I wondered how she was going to work me into the situation. I always worried that this would be the one time that she couldn't orchestrate what we had planned but so far, in the seven years we'd been together, she had always managed to incorporate me into all of her sexual antics. She was extremely convincing, so much so that I almost felt sorry for the men and women that she collected as sexual trophies. If her trophies were actual, physical trophies they would have filled our entire bedroom. Of course, that just meant more fun for me and though I had been jealous initially of her desire to fuck others, I grew fond of the steady supply of dick and pussy she brought to our bedroom. I moved closer as she approached the captain, eager to hear what she would say to him.
"Captain, I'm so impressed with the ship," she laughed.
"Why thank you! We are happy to have you aboard."
"Do you think you might be able to spend a little alone time with me, Captain? I have a few questions I'd like to ask you one on one." Kate was batting her eyelashes and she looked so fucking sexy I could feel my cock growing harder by the second. I tried to discreetly adjust my crotch as I watched the captain think about it.
"Well, we are preparing for departure-"
"Captain, this will only take a few minutes," she gave him what I call the "Target Acquired" look. It was the sexiest glance in her repertoire and she aimed it right at the captain. I could see him weakening and I watched as he made his decision. Kate was smiling, already knowing that she had won.
"Excuse me," he told his crew, "I'm going to help this woman with her request and I'll be right back."
"Yes, sir," one of the crew said.
"Prepare the ship for departure everyone. I will be back in a few minutes to check on everything."
"Yes, Captain," another crew member agreed.
"Thank you for helping me out with this. It will only take a couple of minutes," Kate smiled at him seductively and the captain looked like he really wanted to fuck her. I don't know why this always turned me on, but it did. My wife was fucking hot and it made my cock rock solid to see her pull in all kinds of hot women and powerful men. The captain of the ship on the first day of the cruise was going to be hard to top and I wondered if she would manage to do so. She always seemed to find something crazy to do and that was part of what I loved about her.
"It seems like somebody is cruisin' for a bruisin'," the captain said with a smug laugh.
"Yeah, I definitely am. My cabin is just two floors down," Kate said with a smile. "We should go back there." She looked up at me to make sure I had heard this detail. I confirmed that I had by giving her a subtle nod. I followed them to the room, watching as she let his hand graze her ass.
"That's a nice bikini," he complimented her.
