My wife and I had been planning this cruise around the British Isles for several years. We were finally going to do it.

We arrived at the cruise terminal earlier than our scheduled time but didn’t want to become caught in rush hour traffic and possibly miss the embarkation of the ship.

We dropped off our luggage and headed to a nearby coffee shop that was in visual distance of the ship.

After we received our coffee, we located a nearby table and attempted to manage our excitement. Coffee was probably not the best choice, but “Oh well."

Soon a woman in her early forties sat at the table next to ours. Being an extrovert, I asked her if she was going on the same cruise as we were. A conversation ensued where she told us that she was traveling by herself. She was “getting over a long-term relationship” and chose to break out on her own. Evelyn (or Ev, as she preferred) was her name.

The conversation was free and uncomplicated. Our embarkation time came due, and we made our departure after wishing her a wonderful trip.

The first few hours, for those who have taken cruises, are quite busy. You have to show the ship your "papers," locate your cabin, conduct your safety drill, and unpack your stuff for the rest of the cruise. Dinner is your first real time to decompress.

We made our way to the dining hall and arrived just in time to see Ev walking up. She had changed into a lovely floral summer dress that freely flowed about her when she walked. It also highlighted a pair of muscular legs and thin waist.

As it turned out, she was assigned to the same table as we were. This was excellent news, as we had already established a strong rapport earlier at the coffee shop.

At dinner we learned more about each other. It turns out we had very similar interests and an equally dark sense of humor. The humor had grown out of many years in the military for both me and my wife. Ev’s humor had been developed after years as a trauma nurse.

After dinner we adjourned to the martini bar and had a few drinks. This seemed to really relax both women. Soon they were even finishing each other’s thoughts/sentences.

I noticed that my wife had opened a few of the buttons on her blouse. Ev had unconsciously done the same thing. Both women had also started to get more and more comfortable touching each other’s hand, arm, and thighs. My wife, since our marriage, has occasionally developed a physical "enchantment" with other women. My wife has occasionally become physically "enamored" with other women since we got married. I typically manage to enjoy the benefits that come with it.

Soon, I could tell that my wife wanted to engage in some playful activities, but she wasn’t sure how far Ev might be willing to go. I suggested that we regroup at one of the hot tubs. Both women jumped at the idea. Before I had chanced to fathom the suggested opportunity, both women had jumped up and headed to their staterooms to change.

I headed up to the pool deck and waited for their entrances.

My wife showed up wearing a new bathing suit. It was as risqué as one would dare on a cruise. My wife stands 5’6” tall and weighs approximately 115 pounds. The bikini barely held in her "C"-sized breasts. The bottoms highlighted a very taut backside from years of aerobics and running.

When Ev showed up, my wife and I were amazed. Ev stood 5’8” tall and weighed approximately 130 pounds. Her body held just enough body fat to show that she was all woman—with just the right amount of curves. As she moved, you could see the musculature was similar to a cat. The muscles rippled under the skin as she moved. Ev’s bikini was designed to showcase that. It was mesmerizing.

They greeted each other with a hug and a kiss before lowering themselves into the abyss.

As a crew bar attendant came by, I ordered two fingers of bourbon for the three of us. I then sat back and watched the show before me.

Both ladies had chosen to sit very close to one another. Almost shoulder to shoulder. Their bodies twisted in just enough of a fashion that they could look directly at each other.

I first noticed Ev’s eyes shut for just a moment. I knew then that my wife’s hand had slithered across to Ev. The conversation took a sudden lull.

My wife looked across at me and winked.

Ev’s head fell back slowly and rested on the hot tub edge. My wife smiled at me and then leaned forward to kiss Ev’s exposed neck. Ev turned her head to expose it further. I could only guess what was happening under the surface bubbles.

My wife’s lips moved up to Ev’s ear, and she whispered into it. Ev’s eyes opened very wide, and she quickly nodded.

Both women started to rise and exit the hot tub. I handed each of them a large ship’s towel and one of the glasses of bourbon. As my wife walked past me, she asked me to give them forty-five minutes. They “needed to rinse the chlorine off of themselves and…" I headed off to the onboard casino.

Around the appointed time I headed back to our stateroom.

Upon entering, I found Ev naked and bound to the bed. My wife, also naked, was between Ev’s thighs.

When my wife heard me enter the room, she stood smiling. “She found my toys, Daddy. I’ve been giving her a thorough lashing. Her punishment has been that I’ve not allowed her to cum until you give the okay. I told her that my daddy doesn’t like nosy women.” I could see the impish gleam in her eyes.

I pulled a chair up, near the bed, and settled myself for the show my wife wanted me to see.

My wife returned to her position between Ev’s spread thighs.

Ev’s breasts were quite firm, and her nipples were taut and pointing directly at the ceiling. Her head was resting on a pillow that allowed her to see about her. She would glance in my direction, and then my wife would hit a spot that caused Ev's eyes to roll back. Her wrists and ankles were tightly bound, and she was pulling at all of the restraints.

I watched as my wife worked two fingers inside of her lover's grasping flower. The lips would attempt to hold her fingers, as they would piston in and out of Ev’s body.

I watched as Ev neared her orgasm. Her body would start to pull harder at her bonds, her taut abdominal muscles would begin to roll, and her hips would rise.

The only sound was the muffled cries through the Wiffle ball held in place by leather straps.

Ev’s eyes looked at me, pleading for release.

My wife looked at me and shook her head, and then she would stop her finger movements. This scenario happened two or three more times.

Ev's body had a sheen of sweat. Her muscles had fatigue setting in. Her eyes were now begging for release.

As soon as her body began to rise once more, I told my wife, “Enough!”

My wife’s fingers began to pulse and roll at a rapid pace. Her lips sucked the clitoris into her mouth. I watched as her little finger extended toward Ev’s backside, nudging her anus.

Ev’s body went rigid and lifted off of the bed before it started to convulse. A loud scream was muffled by the gag. My wife’s mouth latched completely around Ev’s exposed lips, sucking tightly.

This continued for several moments until Ev’s body collapsed in exhaustion.

I stood and began to undress.

My wife jumped off of the bed and knelt down in front of me.

Once I was fully undressed, my wife swooped down and took my cock immediately into the back of her throat. She began to force the shaft as deep as it would go. She’d do this until she needed air, then she’d pull back and force herself once again.

My hands were caressing the back of her head. “Good, girl!”

When I pulled her up, saliva was running down the front of her face and breasts. Her mascara had run, creating the true image of the slut she could be.

“Daddy, I need to be fucked. Please take me and remind me how I’m yours to use and own.”

I turned her around and bent her over the exhausted Ev. Ev was barely aware of her surroundings but was trying to focus.

My “little one’s” thighs were glistening from her arousal. Her labia were extremely swollen and dripping with her arousal.

I positioned my erect member and thrust it into her womb. Her natural lubricant allowed me to enter fully. Her scream was muffled by the mattress enveloping her face. I grabbed a tight hold of her hips and began to drive deeply into her. I could feel the crown battering her cervical opening.

My frame dwarfed my wife's. She was a mere ragdoll as I mauled her.

My wife’s hand had grabbed the bedsheets to stabilize herself.

Ev’s eyes had now focused, and while fully bound under my wife, they were wide open, watching everything taking place.

My wife’s body began to shutter and quake as her orgasm took hold. A loud cry into the mattress. Her Kegel muscles gripped me tightly. I began to feel my shaft pulse and jettison my seed deep inside of my wife.

Both of us collapsed forward onto Ev’s bound form.

Weakly, I began to undo Ev’s restraints.

Once unbound, the three of us curled up onto the wet mattress and pulled the covers over us. We all drifted off into a very sound sleep.

In the morning I was woken up by some movement to my right. Ev was lying there watching me sleep. She whispered in my ear, “Daddy, I was a very bad girl last night. I really think I deserve a deep and thorough spanking. Afterward, I’m sure you’ll find a very wet hole that will need to be used.”

I got up to heed the call of nature, and when I got back, my wife was wide awake. She had once again placed the ball gag in Ev’s mouth and was binding her wrists.

I sat in the chair that I had pulled to the bedside last night.

My wife walked Ev over to my lap and helped settle her across it. As Ev settled into position, my cock slid easily between the apex of her thighs. I could feel moisture already forming.

I ran my hands over her taut, muscular derriere. I could feel a purr through Ev’s body. As I caressed the warm flesh, I would occasionally give it a squeeze. Ev’s focus was entirely on my hands.

Without warning, I slapped her right cheek. Pain shot through Ev’s nerves, and she pushed her hips hard into my lap, attempting to work it out. Before she recovered, I slapped the opposite cheek, ever more firmly. Again, her hips shot forward.

Tears started to fall.

I paused momentarily before spanking her six more times. Each time she would grind her hips forward while also sliding my shaft along her swollen labia.

I could see her fair skin take on a very red color where my hand prints had been.

I reached down with a finger between her ass cheeks and dipped it slightly inside of her. She was soaked.

She lifted her hips in an attempt to get my finger deeper. I could hear a muffled cry of frustration when I withdrew it.

I caressed the warmth for a minute before I spanked her four more times on each cheek.

I looked at my wife, and she immediately came to our side. We helped remove the ball gag before helping Ev off of my lap and over to the bed, face down.

My wife brought out some lotion and slowly caressed it into Ev’s reddened flesh. The stroking soon brought a flow of moans to the silenced stateroom.

Ev looked over at me. “I really need to be slowly and thoroughly fucked.”

She glanced down at my swollen shaft. The crown was a deep purple. You could see the full eight inches pulsing with need. She rolled over onto her back and opened both her arms and thighs.

I slowly started moving up her body. Her eyes locked with mine.

My wife grasped my shaft and placed it at Ev’s entrance. I felt her other hand rest on my ass. As soon as she pushed down, I steadily drove as deep as I could into Ev.

I gave her a moment to become accustomed to my girth. She was quite tight but fortunately for me, well lubricated.

I began to initially stroke my shaft slowly in and out of her grasping hole.

I could feel her body vibrating with a gentle purr.

Her Kegel muscles would grasp and attempt to milk my shaft.

“Yes, fuck me with a steady rhythm. Bring me to the plateau, and when I tell you, fuck me unmercifully.”

I took long, steady thrusts with my testicles bouncing off of her reddened ass. Every once in a while, I’d hear a wince of pain when her cheeks came down onto the mattress. Otherwise, her hips were thrusting up to meet mine.

Ev pulled me in tighter to her chest and whispered, “Soon, lover.”

I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take the squeezing of my shaft.

"None too soon," she yelled, “Now, lover. FUCK ME!”

My hips started driving violently against her. I could feel the head of my shaft battering her cervical opening.

Each time I'd bottom out, she’d exclaim, “Yes!” “Yes!”

My testicles started to tighten, with the shaft pulsing.

Ev’s orgasm started rippling through her body. Her vaginal muscles clamped down, and she was convulsing under me.

She shrieked, “FILL ME!”

I felt my wife’s fingertips on my balls. I began to pump my seed deep inside of Ev, while my wife continued to monitor my ejaculation with her fingertips.

I would jettison again and again deep into her uterus. My seed was heading to its biological destination.

As I fell to the side in exhaustion, my wife swooped down to clean the combined fluids off of my shaft.

Once she had accomplished her duty, she crawled between Ev’s thighs. She felt it was her duty to seek all of my seed leaking from Ev’s abused flower.