The ship’s whistle brought me out of a deep slumber. We had all passed out on the bed after a night of rousing sex! The whistle meant we had about half an hour before we would set sail once again. Being onboard Charles’s ship, which was moored directly to ours, we needed to find our way back to our stateroom. Sharon’s naked body stirred awake with Charles’s head resting on her breasts. A smile appeared on her lips as she surveyed the scene around her.
“That was some champagne last night, huh?” she uttered as she climbed out from under Charles’s head and headed for the bathroom. “Time to get cleaned up a bit.”
As she disappeared into the bathroom, she asked if I would be a gentleman and return to our stateroom and retrieve some fresh clothes for her. Hearing the shower start up, I donned my clothes and nodded to Charles as I headed out the door. Most of our shipmates would be at breakfast now, so the hallways were mostly deserted as I made my way to our ship and stateroom. I entered our stateroom and quickly stripped of my sex-stained clothes and dug into the dresser to retrieve some fresh ones for Sharon and me.
As I bent over to open the dresser, some motion out the patio door caught my attention. As I mentioned in my last story, our stateroom was directly adjacent to Charles’s room. Both rooms still had open curtains, so I was surprised to see my naked wife in Charles’s room giving Charles a blowjob! In a crazy turn of events, it was now my turn to watch a sex scene taking place outside my patio door! The sight of Sharon taking Charles's huge shaft completely down her throat stirred my pecker into motion. Her tits slowly swayed in time to her head bobbing up and down on his cock. She was oblivious (once again) to a man watching her from another room as she was focused on her task in hand. Charles glanced my way with a grin and a shrug as if to say, “My turn to entertain!”
His hands gripped the back of her head and pulled her even further onto his engorged cock. I stepped closer to the patio door and instantly found my hand wrapped around my now stiff member. As I pumped my cock, Charles pulled out of Sharon’s mouth and lifted her up onto the bed on all fours. She was watching them in the mirror as Charles bent low to lick up and down my wife’s slit from pussy to asshole. His tongue flicked her sphincter, causing Sharon to jerk ahead, but soon found traction again as she bounced back onto it. With the doors both shut, I couldn’t discern any sounds coming from their room, but I imagined there was plenty of moaning going on.
Sharon’s head was buried in the sheets, giving Charles plenty of room to lick up and down her crack. She would jerk each time his tongue flicked across her clit. Charles then stood up at the edge of the bed and aimed his hard prick straight at her drenched pussy. As he entered her, he looked my way and saw me pumping furiously on my cock. I couldn’t take any more and shot a lovely stream of cum onto our patio door. I could see him laughing at the irony of it all and I had to smile, too.
As I turned around to head to the bathroom to get cleaned up, I came face-to-face with our room steward standing there with an armful of towels and a look of unbelief on her face. Anne, as we’d come to know her after several days of sailing, was of Mediterranean descent, shorter than my wife, but with bigger tits and an ass that swayed nicely whenever she walked down the hall. Her long, black hair enclosed a perfect face with deep blue eyes which were wide open at the moment, along with her mouth!
“I’m so sorry to disturb you, Mr. Jeff!” she stammered as her eyes were on my rapidly shrinking cock. “I, uh, will uh, just leave these towels here and, uh, be back later to clean the room.”
I noticed her nipples had reached a perky state underneath her uniform as I stepped forward to retrieve the towels. As I grabbed the towels, Anne realized her eyes were locked on my cock, so she averted her eyes past me, which was a mistake because now she could plainly see Charles and Sharon fucking on the bed out the patio door. “Oh, my God! Is that your wife in there?” She stepped past me and moved closer to the window. Her hands absentmindedly moved to her own breasts. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the carnal scene as she mumbled over and over, “Oh, my God! Oh. My God! Oh, my God!”
“Anne, maybe you should come away from the window?” I said as her hands massaged her tits over and over.
She didn’t seem to be able to divert her eyes at all. Charles was pumping furiously into Sharon’s leaking pussy, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her into himself with each thrust. Sharon’s hand was between her legs, cupping Charles’s balls and encouraging him to go deeper.
I could tell Anne’s breathing was getting more rapid and heavy. With great difficulty, she turned herself around and looked into my eyes for an instant before trailing down my body to a now, almost fully-erect penis. “I’ve never been this turned on before!” she said in a voice I didn’t recognize. Before I knew it, Anne dropped to her knees in front of me and grabbed my cock. With one hand cupping my balls, her mouth engulfed my throbbing member and started giving one hell of a blow job!
I grabbed the back of her head, wrapping my fingers in that long black hair, and pulled her face all the way onto my cock. As I glanced up from that beautiful sight and looked out the window, I could see Charles had given up fucking my wife up the pussy and was aiming his wet cock at her ass. With a gentle push, his head disappeared into her sphincter. With each stroke, he pushed into her ass further and further, giving her plenty of time to get used to his girth, until he was all the way into her.
Anne, meanwhile, had stripped off her uniform and was trying to get her panties down her legs. I helped unsnap her bra and watched as the two most luscious breasts popped out. My hands immediately grabbed them, palpating the softest titties imaginable. Sensing she wanted more than my cum in her mouth, I lifted her up onto the bed. Her panties came off swiftly, revealing a narrow landing strip of hair surrounding her juicy pussy and the largest, most erect clitoris I’d ever seen!
I licked up her legs, pulling them apart to get a better shot at her pussy. She grabbed my hair and pulled me and my tongue right into her sweet snatch. The taste was exquisite and I wasted no time licking up all those juices and quickly found my way to her clit. Anne moaned loudly as I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit and wrapped my mouth around it to suck it. It was almost like a little penis! She didn’t last very long with that action and soon let out an extremely loud moan. I couldn’t tell if she was in pain or ecstasy.
“Fuck me, Mr. Jeff! Now!”
I climbed aboard as she spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I plunged without hesitation into her tight pussy.
“Yes! Fuck me hard, Mr. Jeff!”
I did my best, pumping away at her cunt, as I looked out the window again to see what action was now going on next door. We now had two naked observers with their noses plastered against the window. Sharon had cum dripping from her pussy and, I’m assuming, from her ass. Charles’s limp dick was making smear marks on the glass. I didn’t realize how turned on I get when I have an audience! My cock had never been harder nor my enthusiasm greater to fuck anyone! I pumped into Anne, her tight pussy pulling at my cock, trying to extract my love juices. I didn’t disappoint her as I soon shot rope after rope of cum into her cunt as she climaxed again.
As I pulled out, cum leaked out of her spent pussy onto the bedsheets. “Guess I’ll have to change these sheets now!” Anne said with closed eyes and a smile.
Anne jerked upright all of a sudden, announcing, “The ship is going to leave soon! Miss Sharon better get back on board now!”
Agreeing with her, I marched over to the patio door and opened it as Charles opened his.
“Please retrieve my wife for me, good sir!” I suggested.
Charles turned around, grabbed Sharon’s clothing, and handed them across the railing. After dispensing with them, he turned and lifted Sharon’s still naked body over his shoulder, and produced her at the rail. If anyone had bothered to look down between the two ships, they would have witnessed a strange sight as two naked men exchanged a naked woman from one room to another.
Anne had made a hasty retreat into the bathroom with her clothes as I plopped Sharon onto the rumpled sheets of our bed.
Without any words, we looked at each other with smiles on our faces. Then, bigger smiles. Then, we broke out into gales of laughter. I plopped down next to her and pulled her into my embrace. It was the best hug I ever experienced in my life!
Sharon finally climbed out of bed, went to the closed bathroom door, and, with a mischievous grin, said, “Have you ever tried a threesome, Anne?”
