*** Please read pt. 1 before reading this installment.
This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to the living or deceased is unintentional.
"Gentlemen, please make sure to continue fucking my wife till morning. I don't want her to have any sleep. Feel free to cum in any of her holes you want."
Those had been my last instructions to the two bulls I had arranged for my wife. We had several days of the cruise left, but I had wanted make sure it started with a good fucking of my wife. The two bulls had picked up envelopes stuffed with money as they finally left at 6am. I knew I would require their services before the cruise was done.
Tammy lay by the pool, one of her two piece bikinis struggled to cover her voluptuous body. She was sleeping off the previous night, her sunglasses in place to shield her eyes from the Caribbean sun. I was reading a book in the lounge chair next to her. From time to time, a passing vacationer would size up my wife. Reaction varied from good to bad; some gave her the 'I'd fuck her good' look, to women clearly repulsed by her skimpy attire. As far I was concerned, it was none of their business. We were here to enjoy ourselves. Most couples were enjoying vacation sex as well, it's just that Tammy and I were taking things further.
I replayed in my mind how Tammy had introduced me to cuckery. I had a hard time getting used to it at first. We had gone on dates, and she had selected a man she slept with and made me watch. She did it again the following night. I enjoyed it, but felt guilty and ashamed; which is when I threatened her with divorce to make it stop. But the weeks and months that followed, I couldn't help and keep thinking about it. What did I like? What did I not like? So, when I arranged for this vacation getaway, I planned it so I felt comfortable opening her to my version of cuckery.
She loved it.
I chose the men now, which gave me a sense of control. But I wanted her to enjoy it, so my plans were centered around her pleasure. Knowing I would enjoy it more if she had a great experience, my plans were made accordingly.
We lounged around during the day, sitting by the pool and taking quick swims. Our tans were coming along fine. We ate a light breakfast, and later a light lunch by the pool. Around 4pm we retired to our suite, which the cleaning clue had straightened up and removed the cum stained sheets. I could only imagine what the maids thought when they gathered them up.
By 6pm, we started to get ready for dinner and our entertainment. Tonight's dinner was held in a smaller dining hall, and it was by reservation only. We cued up with a host of other couples; they ranged from the mid-20's up to the 50's. The board was decorated in a Mardi Gras theme. Across the top it read "Welcome to the Libertines". My wife asked what that meant, I told her she was about to find out.
When we were finally seated, we were at a table near the front. There were eight other couples with us, and we made a round of introductions. Appetizers were brought out, along with drinks. The lights dimmed and the show began. Mambo music played as one exotic dancer after another walked out. If you have ever seen the barely dressed women at Mardi Gras; imagine a line of them walking around the room shaking their bodies to the rhythm of the music. Tammy was staggered by the beautiful bodies of these women. The crowd was dazzled, to be so close to such primal sexuality had everyone abuzz.
The second round of dancers were the male dancers, equally scantily clad as their female counterparts. Six pack abs, and thong bottoms surrounded by feathered crowns and dance moves just as erotic as the women. One dancer, with ebony smooth skin, separated from the line and placed his leg on the table right next to Tammy, gyrating his loins in her face; the women at our table howled with approval. What these women didn't know was that he had been in our room taking turns fucking by wife till 6am.
Our table guests, men and women, patted her on the back. They had seen the lusty look the dancer and Tammy had given each other. Later, it would be repeated as the mulatto dancer shook his ass in her face. We were all surprised when she grabbed his hips and kissed him on each cheek. The women at our table congratulated her for 'getting some'.
Once the show had finished, our dinner was served. The main dish was a choice between Jamaican Jerk Chicken or Jerk Pork. An MC took the stage and gave us instructions; The last person to touch their pointing finger to their nose went first. They were to lift the dinner plate and read the question on the card. Every person would do the same in a clockwise order. As it turned out, I was the last. So I moved my plate and read aloud: "When did you start swinging as a couple?"
Tammy was agog. She now had an idea of what "Libertine" meant. Tammy was supposed to answer, she was to my left. She blushed, and covered face with hands. A couple wives encouraged her, sensing this was her first time. "It's okay, everyone here is open minded" a blond across the table said.
Tammy quickly described how she had cucked me, and then our quiet period, before coming to this cruise. She didn't mention our previous night. Around the table each couple related their experiences. It was delightful to hear such different stories. It also made it easier looking at each other without shame or regret. The game continued until everyone had taken their turn. I have to admit, it made for the best dinner conversation Tammy and I had ever had.
The last question was; 'point to the couple you are most interested in'. I whispered to Tammy, "Choose wisely" with a wink. Many of the couples had picked another couple by the time Tammy pointed to the blond who had spoken to her. As it turned out, they were pointing to us as well. Dinner finished, and before people went to their entanglement (I'm looking at you Jada), the MC encouraged the attendees to mingle with couples not at their tables. For an hour, people drank and talked, introducing themselves. Some made arrangements for later in the vacation.
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When it was time, Tammy took the blond wife by the hand as we leisurely made our way back to our suite. The couple walked in and smiled at our room. They're names were Mark and Betty. As it turned out, Betty loved sleeping with women, and Mark loved watching her dalliances.
Betty started by kissing Tammy, and slowly undressing her. Tammy felt a little awkward at first, but soon enough relaxed as Betty started kissing her body. Mark and I watched, our rods warming up. Tammy had disrobed Betty, as Mark turned to me, asking me "how does your wife like to be fucked?"
"Hard and fast, but try to make it last," I said. "What about Betty, besides women, what else does she like?"
"She has a thing for bukkake, and she likes pain," he answered.
The Girls
We watched as Betty laid Tammy back, and kissed from her lips down her body, detouring to fondle her breasts. Her hands roamed and caressed Tammy, who was exhaling luxuriously. She continued her exploration by rubbing her breasts on Tammy's smooth skin. When Tammy moaned, Betty cupped her mound and started rubbing the outside in gentle swirls. Her lips opened up, her slice glistened with her moisture. Betty bent over and took a whiff, "Mmm, nice and wet, just like I like my women".
"Please lick me," Tammy begged, itching for more stimulation.
"Be patient," Betty said, "all in good time."
She continued teasing Tammy, rubbing her, kissing her as Tammy moved her body, gyrating towards Betty, essentially begging for her attention. This continued until Tammy was so aroused, she said "Please, fuck me! I need you to make me cum!"
