The ferry was due to sail just before midnight. While we were waiting to drive our hire car onto the ship, my wife and I had sat in a taverna knocking back Metaxa Greek brandy. By the time that we had stowed the car and found the lounge I was shattered. Susan, my beautiful but wanton wife, had consumed enough Greek brandy to feel horny, so she told me to get another round of drinks and then find somewhere quiet for us to fuck.
I had been driving all day and badly needed a few hours sleep, so I told her to get her own drink as I was going to lay down on the long seat and have a nap. I remember her ordering another brandy at the bar and then seeing her talking to five young Greek guys, who were playing cards.
I must have dozed off for about twenty minutes and awoke to find my wife and three of the card players missing, leaving the other two guys still playing cards. They told me that their friends were showing my wife round the ship, and explained that they were members of a five a side soccer team who were going to the mainland to play in a competition. I was by now, deeply concerned, because I knew what my wife was like when she had had a drink, especially when in the company of three good looking, young soccer players.
I searched everywhere on the open decks without any success, when I suddenly heard laughter coming from an area which was out of bounds to passengers. I climbed up a ladder and found myself standing in the dark area, looking down on my wife and her three youthful admirers. She was sitting on a life raft and was surrounded by a sea of wandering hands. Hands that were unbuttoning her shirt and feeling her legs above her short skirt. The laughter then stopped when she quietly asked the guys to stop, but her voice sounded like stopping was the last thing that she actually wanted the guys to do.