Id like to take this opportunity to thank TastyHoney for their help and advice editing my work and hope to work with you in the future.
"Welcome on board the Discovery," the overly energetic blond said.
She was part of the welcoming committee as we arrived, on board our first-ever cruise. Complementary cocktails were handed out as Jane and I waited with about 40 other passengers in the main foyer waiting to be seen.
"Mr. And Mrs. Westwood?" she asked, checking us off her list. "May I call you Steve and Jane?" I nodded and she continued, "You're in cabin 101. If you'd like to follow our porter, Jay, he will take you and your bags to your room."
As we made our way through the ship, I was amazed by the sheer scale and glamour of the interior; it was awe-inspiring. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice that we seemed to be the youngest guests on the ship. At 35 years everyone else seemed to have at least 20+ years on us.
Quite a few of the guests waved or welcomed us aboard. A lot of the ladies were saying "hello" to Jay, our porter. I turned to Jane to comment on how popular he seemed, but as I did it was clear the porter was checking out my wife.
When we arrived at our cabin, he seemed to linger a little too long even after I tipped him. I thanked him again, bid him farewell, and closed the door.
"That was odd," my wife said. "It was like he was waiting for something else!"
"Maybe the rumors are true?" I replied, Jane looked confused. "You know the whole upside-down pineapple club? Swinging, wife swapping, and all that dirty stuff that's supposed to take place on these ships. Hundreds of horny fuckers all looking to get their rocks off. "That porter has probably had more action than Mick Jagger," I chuckled.
"Wait, what? Do you think the porter was expecting some sort of physical reward?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Well, he was definitely checking you out. Should I call him back?" I asked, jokingly, pretending to make for the door.
"Call him back if you like, but I need a shower, so you'll have to sort him out," she replied and then headed for the bathroom.
Once we were showered we went and had a bite to eat. After our meal, we enjoyed a bit of sun on a couple of the loungers dotted around the deck. It was a glorious afternoon, and we slowly roasted ourselves surrounded by heavily tanned holidaymakers of various ages and body types.
"Shall I grab us a couple of cocktails?" I asked.
"Piña colada, baby," she replied, looking over the top of her sunglasses.
I set off across the deck to the pool sidebar, admiring some of the fine specimens that lie around worshiping the sun's rays. Quite a few of the old girls had their tits out trying to achieve an all-over tan, and I admired the display while waiting for our drinks.
"Enjoying the view?" the man next to me asked.
He caught me off guard and I mumbled, "I was just, err, looking for my, err..."
"Relax," he said. "Those old girls like it when you look, trust me." With that, he waved at the big lady with her tits out.
I thought she had her eyes closed behind her sunglasses, but she instantly waved back, letting us know she had seen me staring at her. Sitting up, she dropped her sunglasses down her nose and blew a kiss in our direction. I smiled and returned the gesture, watching her tits roll over her stomach as she lay back down.
"The name's Barry," said my new friend. "That's my wife, Tina, over there chatting up the bar staff," pointing to a thin lady who looked much older than Barry.
"I'm Steve, and it was a pleasure to meet you. Hopefully, we'll bump into each other again," I said.
As if on cue, the barman served my drinks. I grabbed both and turned to leave, setting off towards the sun loungers.
As I arrived back at our loungers, I was surprised to find my wife was no longer alone. Two older gents were merrily chatting away with her, one sat by her feet and the other on my lounger.
"Coming though," I said as I arrived back to give them a chance to move.
The chap in my seat stood up, but he was so close to my wife that his cock was inches away from her face. She stared at his package then looked up at him and said, "This is my husband, Steve. Steve, this is Paul and Tom," dropping her eyes back to his crotch!
I put the drinks down and they each shook my hand in a formal greeting, but I noticed Paul wasn't rushing to move from my wife's side, in fact, he didn't move until Jane reached across to get her drink. The conversation had suddenly turned stagnant on my return; both gentlemen said their farewells and left.
"What was that all about?" I quizzed
"I think it's fair to say the pineapple club is real," she said, sipping on her cocktail
"Paul and Tom are brothers. Tom's wife sadly passed away a few years back, so he holidays with his brother and his sister-in-law, Mary. Sadly, Mary isn't as fit as she used to be and uses a walker to get about, so she can't look after them like she used to," pausing deliberately.
I took a minute for my sun-soaked brain to acknowledge what she was telling me.
"Are you saying Mary has been?"
"Yep, with both of them," she answered, anticipating the rest of my sentence. "But now she mostly likes to watch," she said smirking.
"Why did they feel the need to tell you all that information?" I dumbly inquired.
"Because they both want to fuck me, while dirty old Mary watches," she replied
I was shell-shocked and wasn't sure what to say, thankfully my wife hadn't finished.