The Cruise

We swam, splashed each other and groped a lot before returning to the blanket. Ross took out his camera and snapped a few photos of Neil and me as we kissed and fondled before he asked me to sit on a nearby rock.

The rock was almost rectangular in shape, about 1m high x 2m wide x 2½m long and I sat provocatively as Ross took a few pictures. Urged on by the two men, my poses became more and more raunchy; I spread my legs, played with myself and got on all fours and gave the boys a good look at my bottom and pussy. I looked around and both men were stroking their erections. Neil came over and began fondling my backside and vagina before kneeling and flicking my clit with his tongue. Ross carried on taking pictures as Neil stood and I received his cock into my eager pussy. He pulled out and sat on the rock in front of me and my mouth enveloped his hard-on as I felt Ross slide his dick over my pussy lips.

Their cocks were not the only hard things I felt, the rock was killing my knees so I pulled away and told the guys it was their turn to be photographed. They sat on the edge of the rock and leaned back on their elbows, their hard cocks jutting into the air. I took a few shots from various angles before asking them to masturbate and captured them playing with themselves before running towards the blanket and calling, ‘Now bring your hard cocks over here.’

I lay on the blanket and Ross and Neil flopped down on either side of me and I fondled their dicks as they kissed my breasts and caressed between my legs. Ross pulled me over him in the sixty-nine position and Neil lay so I could suck both cocks at the same time.
Ross was driving me crazy with his tongue and I panted, ‘Fuck me Neil, fuck me.’ He maneuvered behind me and Ross spread my wet pussy lips with his fingers and Neil entered me easily. I shuddered with multiple orgasms as Neil screwed me and Ross continued to play with my clitoris as I sucked his cock. Ross splashed cum down my throat and shortly afterward Neil exploded deep inside me. I rolled off Ross and we lay on the blanket for a few minutes before taking another quick dip and donning our clothes for the trip back to town.

We strolled back along the beach, kicking the surf and checking for anything interesting in the flotsam and jetsam. We picked up a few shells but nothing else and by the time we reached town we had developed quite an appetite. A small restaurant, just off the beaten tourist track, provided an excellent dinner and Neil insisted on paying since he was last in for our swim. By the time we boarded our boat we were ready for bed but decided it was best to use this bedtime for sleep so we said our farewells at the corridor junction and went to our cabins.

I slept like a log and awoke refreshed but Ross said he had been up most of the night with a very upset tummy and didn’t feel well at all - it was also pouring rain. I went to breakfast alone and sat with the usual group and we said our good mornings. Neil gave me a wink and I returned a smile and this was not lost on Freda as she glanced quickly at both of us before asking, ‘Where’s Ross this morning?’

I gave everyone the news and noticed that Freda looked very disappointed and remained silent for the remainder of breakfast. Neil and I wandered back to my cabin to check on Ross. He was worse than when I left for breakfast and had been to see the ship’s doctor who had prescribed some medication. When he is sick he just wants to be left alone, he can’t stand any fussing on my part. He told us to leave him alone and go have a nice time; he was going to stay close to the washroom for a while and try and get some rest as he felt very tired. Neil suggested we go for a walk and went to his cabin for a rain jacket. As I put on my coat I asked Ross if he really didn’t mind me spending time alone with Neil. He said he was not jealous and had no fears of me flying off into the sunset with my pilot. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and as I opened the cabin door to leave he said, ‘Tammy, I really mean it, have a good time, now get out of here and leave me to my misery, see you later.’

The weather on deck was rather wild but invigorating and a few other brave souls were out walking but the pool, climbing wall and other on-deck attractions were deserted. After twenty minutes or so we ducked into a café and enjoyed a coffee. I was feeling horny again and must have given Neil a look that told him everything, as I was fantasizing about having his cock inside me he suggested that we go back to his cabin. ‘Let me check on Ross first,’ I said and we made our way below.

Ross was sleeping soundly so I left the cabin quietly and joined Neil in the corridor. Once in his cabin we embraced, kissed and fondled each other even before removing our rain coats. I pulled away and went into the bathroom to freshen up and as I closed the door behind me I saw Neil’s uniform hanging on the back of the door.

I felt incredibly sexual as I came out of the bathroom wearing only Neil’s pilots’ jacket. The buttons were undone and my otherwise naked body was exposed for his eyes and touch. I slinked over to him and felt his hard cock push against me through his slacks as we embraced. The jacket had certainly aroused me in the same way as when I wear erotic lingerie, stockings and high heels or when I occasionally go without panties so Ross can discretely feel me up in a restaurant or other public place. I broke our embrace and knelt on a nearby chair with my ass high in the air. I pulled the jacket up a little so Neil could see my more-than-ready pussy and his cock sprang to attention as he dropped his slacks and moved behind me. For the next two hours we enjoyed each other and only reluctantly got dressed to go for lunch.

I wanted to check on Ross and Neil wanted to spend some time on the climbing wall since the rain had passed so after lunch we headed for our respective cabins. As we strolled along the deck Freda stopped us and asked after Ross. Her interest seemed more than just casual and I had noticed that she was more animated whenever she spoke of him or sat beside him at meals – did she have a crush on my husband? She was not unattractive but did little to enhance her looks; she wore no make-up and her clothes could only be described as frumpy. With a bit of effort I felt sure she would turn heads.

Ross was awake when I entered our cabin and said he was feeling much better. Later I picked up some sandwiches and we ate in the cabin and stayed there for the rest of the evening. The following morning dawned warm and sunny and Ross was back to his normal self and we took our walk on deck before breakfast. Freda was happy to see Ross and they chatted together while I flirted, (subtly I hoped), with Neil as we rubbed legs beneath the table.

We stopped at Bermuda that afternoon and arrived back at the ship very late and a little tipsy and went straight to bed. Neil had bumped into an old friend in the bar we were in and was reliving past glories. At breakfast next morning he looked a little worse for wear and ate only toast and drank a little tea before announcing that he was going back to bed. Ross and I enjoyed our final full day on our wonderful cruise and were looking forward to the dance that evening with mixed emotions.

The dance was thirty minutes old when we arrived, Ross in his grey suit and me in a tight, black dress that came a few inches above the knee and, at Ross’ request, I wasn’t wearing panties, only a garter belt to hold up my black, seamed stockings. I felt very sexy and hoped Neil would be recovered from his hangover and feel like slow-dancing. I need not have worried; he was standing at the bar chatting to a very attractive woman and waved us over. I felt just a little jealous as we approached but was more surprised when I recognized the lady was Freda.

It was an amazing transformation; gone were the baggy, formless clothes and unattractive spectacles, her blue, satin dress hugged her shapely curves and its low-cut front exposed a large amount of cleavage. The glasses must have given way to contacts because she had mentioned earlier that she was as blind as a bat without them. I commented how nice she looked and she returned the compliment adding that since it was the last night she would let her hair down and take a well-earned break from chaperoning her parents. Ross ordered a round of drinks and we found a table for four.

Freda edged her chair close to Ross as we sat and chatted, he didn’t seem to mind and I wondered if the evening was about to get interesting. Neil asked Freda to dance and I joined Ross on the dance floor. I whispered that Freda looked like a different person and Ross agreed, added teasingly, ‘Perhaps you have lost your pilot.’
I gave his leg a hard nudge with my knee and said, ‘By the way, she’s been fawning over you, I think you might have gained a German girlfriend.’

‘Ah, don’t be silly.’ he replied, glancing at Freda’s rear end as she swayed with Neil, and then added, ‘Do you think so? She certainly does look good; I wouldn’t mind having a crack at her.’
His leg received another nudge from my knee and I said in reply, ‘I think so and maybe you will.’

After a couple of dances we returned to our table and Neil got another round of drinks. Freda took every opportunity to touch Ross and he began to do the same as our conversations became more animated, due partly to the alcohol and partly to the excitement/emotion of this being the last night of the cruise. Our table was situated in a rather dark corner of the room and as Ross and Freda petted I ventured a hand onto Neil’s leg. He responded with an approving smile and my hand moved to his crotch and found his hard cock and caressed it through his pants. ‘Like to dance?’ he said and I nodded in reply. We danced slowly and close, I nuzzled into his neck and felt his erection against my tummy. At some point I looked around and saw Ross dancing with Freda, his hand drifting down to caress her backside. I nuzzled back into Neil’s neck and thought of what might happen later.

The evening progressed with more drinks, dancing and chat. As Ross and Freda were snuggling on the dance floor Neil and I sat and chatted as I gently stroked his hard-on and he found my bare pussy lips and clit with his fingers under my hiked up dress. I felt deliciously sinful fondling and being fondled in a public place; I was very wet and looking forward to going back to the cabin.

At eleven a buffet was set up and we tucked into the salads, seafood and fruit with enthusiasm. After completing the meal Ross asked if we would like another round or go back to our cabin for a tot of very good scotch. It should be no surprise that we agreed on the later and went; only a little tipsily, along the corridors to our cabin.

As Neil, Freda and I sat separately about the cabin Ross produced the single malt and passed the glasses around. ‘To a wonderful cruise and good friends,’ Ross toasted and we sipped on the amber liquid. Ross sat in a chair and for a few seconds all was quiet, no one knew quite what to do next. It was Freda would led the way, she stood and declared, ‘I’ve wanted to do this for over a week,’ and she strode across the cabin, sat on Ross’ lap and gave him a long, passionate kiss on the lips. Her dress rode up and her stocking tops were showing as she mouthed Ross and he began to fondle her ass and breasts. I looked from them to Neil and he just smiled and I was on his lap in a second. Freda stood and removed her dress, panties and bra then knelt in front of Ross, unzipped his pants and began sucking his hard dick. Ross cupped his hands behind her head and pulled her onto the full length of his erection. Neil picked me up and placed me on the chair. He pulled up my dress and since I hadn’t worn panties my pussy was immediately available to his tongue and fingers. My pussy was dripping with cum as Neil stood and dropped his pants and underwear exposing his very erect penis. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth, licking around the head before plunging it deep into my throat.

Freda, wearing only stockings and heels, walked past Neil and me, leading Ross by his cock, into the bedroom. We followed shortly afterward; Ross had his face buried between Freda’s legs as she lay back on the bed. I removed my dress and lay on my back beside her. We moaned as the men brought us to climax after climax until they both stood and, in unison, drove their cocks into us. They fucked us side be side, matching their strokes in and out. It was incredibly exciting; I kept cumming and cumming and by the noise Freda was making, she was also. The men pulled out and turned us over onto all fours and entered us doggy-style. I have always loved this position as the cock goes so deep and I pushed back hard to meet Neil’s thrusting. The guys swapped positions and Ross fucked me while Neil fucked Freda. They swapped again and both men exploded deep inside us at almost the same time. I stayed on all fours and Neil began to tease my clit with his tongue bringing me to yet another climax. Ross lay on the bed beside me and sucked my nipples as Freda climbed on top of him and rubbed her cum-soaked pussy on his softening cock.

We lay on the bed for another half hour, fondling each other and chatting about our time together. Freda dressed, said her goodnights and added that she would see us in the morning. Neil stayed and I fell into an uneasy sleep with his cock between my legs and Ross nibbling my tits as I tickled his balls.

I had sex with Neil and Ross early in the morning then we prepared to leave the ship. We said our goodbyes to our little group of tablemates, including Freda, who was back to her normal, frumpy self and walked, somewhat reluctantly, down the gangway to the dock. At the taxi stand I hugged Neil and we thanked each other for a wonderful time saying we would see each other soon, even though we both knew we wouldn’t. Ross shook his hand and climbed into the cab. As the taxi pulled away I looked out the back window and watched Neil wave until we turned right and he was gone.

I felt sad that I would never see my pilot again and Ross sensed my unease. ‘Great cruise,’ he said with an air of satisfaction in his voice.

‘Yes,’ I replied rather flatly.

‘Here,’ Ross said, handing me a sheet of paper.

I read the dates, July 14, July 31, August 10, August 28, etc. etc. ‘What are these? I said.

‘The dates when Neil will be landing in Toronto, he will be spending his stopovers with us.’