Kelly:
I watched Angel prepare for her mission. Garter-belt and stockings, check. High heels, nun's habit and slutty make-up, check. It was eight forty-five. Zero minus fifteen minutes. She had me strip naked and then wrapped duct tape around my arms and ankles and over my mouth. She then cut the back of the tape so I could pull free when needed.
She looked so hot! I was a little nervous about the plan, but Angel seemed confident. I heard a knock at the door. It's "ShowTime!"
Angel opened the drapes, unlocked the balcony door and answered the cabin door. Cyclone came in wearing nothing but a robe. He was holding a bottle of wine in one hand and pipe in the other.
He looked at me naked and duct taped to the chair. He then said, grinning from ear to ear, "Time to learn how to please your wife, cuckold. I bet you're a bit surprised to see me?"
I uttered a few muffled obscenities through the tape feigning anger and outrage.
"Oh come now, you can do better than that, I can barely understand you!" He teased. "Well, never mind. You're not the one I'm here to see anyway, and dropped the robe exposing his well-muscled body and big cock.
He looked at Angel. His cock immediately became hard. "My god," he exclaimed. "A site to behold! Come on sister, how about some, hello, glad to see you, head!"
Angel replied in a sultry voice, "I'd love to suck that big cock of yours but first, please close the balcony curtains!"
Cyclone went over to the balcony doors, opened them and peeked out. "Anybody here" he asked. Confident that they were alone, he close the door and shut the drapes. "Good idea baby, we don't need to broadcast our love to the whole ship. And believe me, you are going to cum so hard, it will echo down the passageway!" He then looked at me to see my reaction.
Again I pretended to be enraged and mumbled threw the tape gag and shook my head in protest.
Angel said. I think I need a drink to help me relax, I have some Champagne if you would like some?
"No thanks sweetie, I brought my own, and a little dust for the Angel," he quipped offering the pipe.
"No thanks that stuff makes me numb and I want to feel everything you've got!" My wife answered as she poured herself a glass.
She then walked over to the balcony doors, peeked through the curtains to confirm Dan's presence, and said, leaving the curtain and door slightly ajar and taking a deep breath. "I love the smell of the ocean don't you?"
"I really don't give a shit! But I do love the smell of pussy! Come here bitch so I can smell yours!" he answered demandingly.
Angel walked over to him and spread her legs. He immediately fell to his knees and took a strong inhalation of my wife's naked cunt.
"Now that's the smell that I love!" He said. He then sat on the bed and took a drag on the pipe. The odor of PCP filling the room.
Angel then asked, "There's just one thing I don't understand. How did you get that uptight bitch, Jill to loosen up like that?"
"Oh, that was easy, first we slipped her a small dose of ecstasy in her drink, then Pat hypnotized her and while she was under told her that when she said the word, "Smallcox", she would again be under her spell and everybody in the room would disappear and she would be alone and more aroused than she had ever been in her life. Then she would have this uncontrollable urge to strip naked and play with her body. She would not be able to see or hear anybody in the room or know that she was being videoed."
Cyclone took another deep hit on the pipe, and continued. You see, you can't make anyone do anything they wouldn't ordinarily do or that's against their values. Pat merely made her think she was alone and very hot. Jill did the rest. Having hubby walk in at that moment and start masturbating was really more than we could hope for. It was the icing on the cake!"
"Well aren't you clever!" Angel remarked, but what made you think they wouldn't go to the captain and press charges!"