I spend some time alone in our room on the cruise ship while my husband is out on the deck, and when ozzy comes back I see by the look he has on his face that something's happened.
"I met two men near our room," he begins to explain, "or rather they wanted to meet me. You, too."
His brow is furrowed and I can tell that something about this encounter is unsettling him.
"Why me?" I ask, but before answering my question he proceeds to tell me the rest of the story. He tells me the two men are friends and one of them has a room right next to ours.
"They noticed you," he says, "and they told me they thought you were hot and looked like a real slut."
I feel a shiver spread through my body when I hear that, and I look at ozzy's face to see if he feels the same as I. He looks conflicted, like he's not sure if he's angry or intrigued by what those men said about me.
"They told me what they'd like to do to you," he continues, and I grow more restless every second, waiting for him to tell me everything.
"What did they say?" I finally ask.
Ozzy looks me dead in the eye and takes a step towards me.
"They said they wanted to fuck you until you pass out," he starts, drawing closer and closer to me, "that they wanted to drill their big dicks into every hole in your body as deep as they would go. They wanted to hold, and squeeze, and pinch, and slap every inch of your body and fuck you senseless like the real little whore you look to be."
By the time he finishes, I'm soaking wet and my knees can barely hold me. But, I'm still unsure about the situation, because despite our reaction to their words, Usman still seems to be unsettled by them.
That evening, my curiosity grows stronger, and I'm no longer able to resist. While Usman is in the bathroom, I sneak out of our room with an intention to approach the door of the room next to ours, maybe knock, not even thinking about what I'll do if someone answers it. I stand in front of the room for a while, thinking how this could be the realization of one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. So I breathe in, and I knock.
The door opens, and it's now too late to change my mind. At the door stands a tall man with pitch black hair, wearing only a bathrobe. He glances up and down my body and gives me a smug, knowing smile. As he steps aside to invite me inside, another man, blond, wearing jeans and a tank top, comes into my view. He grins from ear to ear, still standing where he was, looking at my body just like his friend.
"Well, welcome," says the guy in the bathrobe. "Where's the hubby?"
"We don't need the hubby," the other one says before I can answer, then adds, "We've got her."
'This is what I wanted,' I think to myself, and as I take a step back I realise that the door is closed behind me and I have no choice but to press my back to it. Both men start slowly coming closer to me, their eyes wondering from my face down my body, resting on my tits. As they approach, I feel first sparks of excitement starting to flash in my mind. Images of these two men fucking me, doing what they told Usman they would do, are all I can see, and they are enough to make my skin tingle and sweat. I straighten up and take a step towards them, and they are pleased with my actions. The man in the bathrobe quickly grabs my waist with both hands, and with the corner of my eye I can see the other man slowly starting to strip down.
The black-haired man's hand start feeling my body, and I shiver when he reaches my ass and lightly slaps it, before squeezing it hard. With his hands on my body, he kisses me and I feel his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. I open his bathrobe and touch his chest and stomach. I lower my hands to his crotch, and when I finally take his cock, my eyes widen in surprise with its size. It's long and so thick that my fingertips don't come even close to touching when I wrap my hand around it. It's hard and veiny, and I stroke it as we kiss.
I feel another pair of hands on my body. The dark-haired man and I part to make room for the blond guy. He's stripped down completely, and now I'm the only one dressed in the room, but the men don't seem to mind. They just keep groping my tits and ass, until they finally make a joined effort to take my blouse off. Underneath it, I'm wearing the black bra that Usman loves most. The men don't pay much attention to it, though, and the blond man quickly takes it off and places both hands firmly on my tits. He massages them and twists my nipples, and I shudder and let out a silent moan. Simultaneously, the dark-haired man slides his hands down my body and under my skirt. When he realises I have no underwear and reaches my perfectly smooth, wet pussy, he breathes in sharply and starts stroking my slit.
I draw out a long moan when I feel his fingers caress my labia and clit, and when he slides them over my opening, it's my turn to breathe in and gasp. Then, his fingers continue to move until they slowly abandon my pussy and glide towards my ass. He touches the sensitive skin on my bum and goose bumps cover my body; I try to grind myself to his fingers, but he pulls away.
"Hmm," he says as he licks my juices from his fingers, "you're a bigger slut than we hoped you'd be. You love walking around with no panties, teasing everyone, don't you?"
