I had plenty of time to contemplate the evening, both what had already happened and what may follow now.
I was standing in the open doorway of our cabin naked but for a padlocked metal cock cage while my wife, mistress and lover decided what to do next.
The only distraction was the sound of people further down the corridor. It isn't the first time that Kat had put me on display like this, I had been about to follow her into our cabin when she stopped me and told me to strip, hence my current predicament.
Sometimes she just makes me wait a few moments and then tells me to come in and close the door.
More often she will wait until somebody notices my predicament while walking past and wondering what kinky scenario they have stumbled on to. At least this time she hadn't told me to stand facing the door and leaving my flaccid caged cock on display.
The evening had started with us booking a table in our favourite shipboard restaurant, not the most intimate of the restaurants on the ship but the one with the best food and plenty of opportunity for me to indulge one of my favourite and so far unrestricted pastimes, people watching.
This evening the restaurant didn't disappoint on either score. The food was excellent as usual and the service discrete and charming.
The people watching had actually started in the cocktail lounge before dinner. One of the waitresses caught my eye. Not because of her looks, although she was attractive in the shapely, well covered manner I prefer. It was what she was wearing that first caught my eye, heels rather higher than the pumps most waitresses wore, a starched blouse stretched tightly across her delectably full tits and the clips of a suspender belt showing under the material of her pencil skirt.
The other thing was her behaviour, she was polite and conversational with the men she was serving but otherwise ignored them. With the women however she was positively flirty.
I am sure she made a move on Kat, there were a couple of hand caresses when passing a drink or taking the drinks menu. Kat neither encouraged or rejected the advances and the waitress passed on elsewhere. It is one of the many things about Kat that I know next to nothing about, has she enjoyed the sapphic pleasures?
In the restaurant there were the usual selection of couples and singles but two tables attracted my attention this evening. At the first sat an olive skinned guy who I recognised as one of the truckers. He was extremely smartly if casually dressed and had the looks of a film star about him, very confident in himself and almost basking in the attention he was receiving from the women (and men) around him.
If I had been sure that Kat was in the mood for a little fun of that sort I would have chanced my arm propositioning him for her. I would have loved to "fluff" him for her and then clean the pair of them afterwards.
The other table of interest was across from us in the corner by the window. They were a couple of about our own age and were flirting outrageously with each other in a very discrete way (if that is not a contradiction). At one point I am sure I saw a lavender coloured g-string slide to her ankles and then be scooped up and put in her handbag. He was very aroused, whether by her antics or by what her hand was doing under the table cloth, but he had a very erect and deliciously sculpted cock tucked in his chinos when he walked past on the way out.
I am sure we had an invitation to play as he gave me a raised eyebrow and a nod towards the now dark boat deck. I was going to ask Kat whether she fancied going and joining in or just watching but she had left the table and didn't come back for 15 minutes or so.
Looking round the entertainment seemed to be over, not only had the couple gone but the trucker had seemingly abandoned his meal and left as well. When Kathyrn came back she summarily announced that she had finished eating and we were going back to the cabin.
