The Cruise

By Amber.
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Early in 2012, my husband Will came home with a holiday brochure from his office. It was an opportunity to go on a North and South American cruise with a special company discount of 50%. Now spontaneity and Will didn’t generally go hand in hand, but on this occasion, he’d just done it quickly, bagging the last of ten pairs of tickets, even upgrading to a small suite at little extra cost. To say I was dumbfounded was an understatement, but I was also very excited. Not only was this our first cruise, but it was also a part of the world we had often talked about.

Three months later, we had cases packed with new clothes and beaming excited looks on our faces. Hoping for the adventure of a lifetime, and yes, that’s exactly how it turned out. We sailed, ate, we danced had terrific visits, but our story revolves around the end of our trip. Our return port was San Diego, where we would spend three days before our flight home. We had arranged two trips while we were in port. The first was Disney world, which we both loved. The second was a trip to Mexico to discover their culture. During the cruise, our plans changed slightly.

We met two other couples during the first few days, and we all got on well. Alan and Judy were Australian while Phil and Mandy were like us from the UK. It turned out that all three guys were golf mad, so our arranged trip to Tijuana, Mexico, would become an all-girls day out while the boys played golf.

Think it may be time for a quick introduction, I’m a thirty-nine-year-old dental practitioner, and my name is Barbara, but everyone calls me Babs. Will and I have been married for sixteen years, have no kids, and, to be honest. We never wanted them. This is a sex story, so I can tell you that Will wasn’t all that much into sex and never had been. That’s why I loved holidays it increased his libido. This trip, he without knowing, had astounded me on two counts. Firstly, we had sex three nights in a row, and secondly, on one of those days, we did it twice.

Once after our daily trip from the ship, and then once again after dinner with our new friends, a dinner swamped with innuendo about my very revealing dress, a Chinese style with a high neck and a hem four inches above the knee and split down one side almost to my hip. Still, the main viewpoint (great word) was my nipples. My bust is big, 36DD, but my nipples grow and grow, and the more looks I got, the bigger they grew, and I just loved it soaking it up, and so did Will once he saw the looks and heard all the comments. I sort of suspected he enjoyed me being a naughty wife.

Well, the following morning, we three girls met up with the tour bus, Judy and me just in shorts and sandals, as Mandy, a little tubbier, was wearing her normal slacks and sandals. It took about forty minutes to reach the Mexican border, pick up the guide and get to the tour’s starting point. The poor guide had not looked too good when we picked her up but went downhill quickly and was quickly dropped at a tiny hospital. The driver had no idea what to do, but after contacting the ship and chatting with us passengers, each group made their plans, some even going back to the ship.

Mandy had spotted a large shopping center, so the three of us opted for some retail therapy. With much giggling and blushing, Judy bought another sexy outfit while I looked for a pair of evening shoes.

We had a very nice lunch in the center before later persuading Mandy to buy some really hot lingerie. And that, I can say, started us on a downward trend.

Maybe it was the wine we had with lunch, but Judy was all for going for another drink, and that’s how we ended up in a taxi being taken to a big tent-like club. It wasn’t until we got the first tequila in our hands that we really took in our surroundings. There were quite a lot of holidaymakers around us. I even recognized a young, just-married couple from our ship sitting at the next table.

Judy spluttered. Mandy laughed openly. I felt my tummy do a giant sickly roll. We’d entered at the start of a sex show, not any sex show. The couple from the ship was telling Judy everyone came here just to see the donkey show. My first thought was to run a mile, but I calmed a little like the others. We discussed it a little, then ordered more drinks. Oh, we were going to need it. The next couple of hours were going to change lives forever, my own beyond belief.

The show started very tamely. Dusky young Mexican beauties were dancing in several barely-there costumes with olive-colored breasts on show. Soon they were joined by some muscular half-naked black men, the dancing didn’t last long, well, normal dancing anyway. We sat amazed. Less than a yard away, a bronzed beauty had taken the crab position while another girl tore off her Velcro-held thong and started to eat her.

We could see the juices from where we sat and the smiles of lust on both girls’ faces. One of the black men swiftly moved her to one side with one hand while his other did the same Velcro trick releasing a piece of meat you could only dream of, fully nine inches long and much thicker than my biggest dildo. He was rubbing it along the young girl’s pussy lips, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking directly at Mandy, his sexy eyes rolling, his tongue licking his lips, while his hand guided his cock into that pussy as if he was guiding it into Mandy.

The second girl had moved over the young girl’s mouth, her shaven pussy now naked and glistening with love juice legs wide. She did the limbo over what looked like a very eager tongue. Similar tableaus were underway all around the circular stage. My eyes went from one to the other, two men were using one woman, and her mouth was empty, yes anal sex. One man was sucking on another black man’s penis, which was massive, four or five inches bigger than the man close to us.

The tableau changed constantly, but although others joined him, the same black man was close to us, and he didn’t show Mandy any mercy. He was constantly looking at her and waving his appendage toward her.

Mandy, on her part, was acting as if we weren’t there. Her hand was down the front of her open slacks. She was playing with her pussy. We could see her so could the man and anyone nearby. That’s when I noticed Mandy wasn’t the only one. A couple of our shipmates were openly playing with themselves. The more I saw, the hotter I was getting. My pussy felt like it was on fire. Judy was talking to me, and I didn’t hear a word.

Things were changing on the circular stage once more, the dancers disappeared, and a large wooden contraction was wheeled onto the stage. A slim naked young woman was smiling down, suspended by leather strapping, her legs were wide, and she was shown off to everyone. When she was on center stage, we realized what was about to happen when one of the black men flanked by two semi-naked girls led a grey donkey out and right in front of the girl.

What we were about to watch was a well-practiced and very sexy routine. The girls slid close to the donkey’s flanks, stroking and fondling the wonderful beast. I could see even at twelve feet. The animal was lovely and clean from top to toe. I could also see what effect the girls were having on him. His penis hung down more than a foot long and thick as my wrist.

My eye was caught by more movement. Two what looked like weight lifters benches were carried out, while Mandy’s black friend appeared again and led her center stage towards one of the benches while another more mature lady was led out from another table. Judy and I were more than a little shocked and even more shocked with what happened over the next forty minutes. My story jumps around quite a lot now. So much was going on.

We watch the two Mexican girls take a tub of what must have been lubricant and spread it all along the donkey’s cock. Yes cock, I couldn’t think of it as a penis anymore. One of them even took the big swollen head between her lips, sucking in a good two inches. That cock was now banging against his belly close to two feet long mottled black and pinkish, and now fatter than a man’s fist.

I was mesmerized by the size and knew the woman suspended in front of him would take that monster into her body. Mostly I was unbelievably jealous. How could any women want to do that? But my mouth was dry, and pussy felt wet and swollen. I knew I’d take her place. I was so excited.

Two men adjusted straps and lowered the girl into what looked like a loveseat. She was free and swung so that the massive cock was now banging up and down on her belly. She was handed the ropes while her ankles were hooked up to straps on her molester’s back. She started guiding him towards her pussy, drawing her legs back and holding herself wider. The head seemed to grow as it approached its target. No way could she take that, surely.

She began to swing backward and forward, and while his pre-cum started to coat her pussy lips, the head bumped again against her pussy lips. Then suddenly, it entered her perhaps three or four inches, gasping noises came from her mouth, and sweat poured from her dusky body. She held onto his flanks, guiding him further into her body. Her juices were visible as his massive shaft pulled back before entering her again. He was fucking her now. Twelve to fourteen inches of donkey cock entered her slowly. It may have been longer than that.

Soon after a number of small orgasms we could see it building to a crescendo, and it looked like it was too much for both of them, arching her back against her restraints and meowing like a satisfied cat she entered a very long and intense orgasm. We saw the donkey start to buck into his orgasm spunk seemed to pour everywhere down the girl’s thighs and between her ass cheeks before pouring onto the floor. It was still minutes before she pulled back from a now deflating cock. I was sure she’d had at least two more orgasms while I had my fingers rammed up myself.

As this was happening, Mandy and the more mature lady began to be seduced by their black lovers. Both were on their knees. Mandy had lost her top and bra. Her tits were really big, and the nipples were fat and hard. Mandy was lost and loving it working her mouth along the length of a superb fat black cock, not even noticing her slacks being pulled away from her body.

It happened so easily. Both women were quickly transferred onto the benches. I watched Mandy’s big tits flopping on either side of the bench, her hands cuffed at the front, and her legs spread and strapped down. Judy grabbed my hand when she saw what was going to happen.

A group of very large dogs was led out onto the stage, and Judy was right. Oh, I’d heard about such a thing but never thought I’d be watching it happen. Neither woman even suspected what was about to happen to them. Mandy was sucking on her second black cock while she could feel what she thought was a person lapping at her pussy. It was, in reality, this total white husky, his big shoulders and flanks towering over her.

My lust had completely taken over now, and when one of the young smiling girls led me on stage, I smiled back at her. Eyes taking in the vista before me, Mandy was howling with pleasure as a black boy guided a ten-inch dog cock into her eager cunt. The other woman was openly sucking on a dog cock while a third was fucking her at a rapid pace.

I was stripped naked and lifted into the same position I’d seen the girl who’d been donkey fucked. I didn’t fight or fuss. Two men were strapping me up, and all I felt pure lust. Knowing what was about to happen, I looked around me, and I could see Judy. She was kissing one of the dancing girls deeply while watching on, while at the next table, the newly married young girl was lying across her husband’s legs and chest. He cradled her head while a fat Mexican man stuffed her cunt with cock, while another younger man used her mouth. Others watched on, waiting their turn.

Then I saw him. It had a black and white smooth coat and looked much bigger than the first donkey. I knew he was going to be my lover. I watched as the girls greased him up before one of the black men did the same to me. I felt as if he pushed all his hands up me. I was so wet.

They lowered me under the donkey. I could see the size of the cockhead. I was scared to death then. My breath was harsh and rapid. His cock bounced high, hitting his and then my belly. I did what I’d seen the girl do. I pulled back, lining him up. It was easy to maneuver myself. He bumped my lips once, twice, and three times.

“Relax,” I heard. “It’s not so easy when you’re shaking so badly, and your lover’s cock is flying up and down.”

Then someone was guiding him, and he, in turn, was spraying my whole body with pre-cum. I was sticky with it. Then I pulled back and lined up the head once more. It spread all over my lips, covering and soaking my clitoris. Then I felt the head of his cock squeezing tight.

He pushed, and I pulled. It must have taken four or five attempts, and then the head popped in. I felt my pussy stretch to accommodate him. I was stretched inwards, feeling his thickness and the sudden intrusion causing me to yelp with the sudden pain.

A pain that was soon replaced with extreme pleasure. The seat allowed me to control the pressure. I started to ride him taking him inch by inch more and more. I was feeling every bit of him, his cock so hot, not like a man’s. I realized I could pull right back. His enlarged mushroom head held him in, pulling on my clitoris from the inside and into places I never knew existed. My G-spot was massaged, and I was cumming time after time.

His pre-cum and my squirting juices were soaking my insides, making it so much easier to fuck my donkey lover. How much did I take? I think it was all of him. People cheered and screamed their filth.

The girl alongside me said, “Can you feel him? He is close. His balls will flood you. You’re his whore.”

She was right. His cock was hardening, the head filling me with pleasure I felt beyond belief. My pussy walls felt every move as I dragged myself along his length, wanting him more and more. My orgasm was almost constant. Then he stopped moving. We were static apart from the twitching of his hardening cock, then he came, jet after jet hitting my cervix. I was cumming again, spurting in ecstasy.

He was filling my womb, and it squeezed past my cunt walls. He was still driving into me. Then amazingly, I felt another orgasm building as my lover started to soften and fall from my cunt. I felt my tiredness, then my legs I knew would be weak, as they lowered me to restrained applause.
I found myself being led into a communal shower. There sat Mandy, totally exhausted, warm water dripping from her body and a grin as wide as a river. Judy came back and helped us dress to go back to the ship. All three of us were very subdued, particularly Judy, which surprised me at the time. We decided we would keep what happened a secret from our husbands and hope the other passengers there would do the same for the next twenty-four hours when we would be flying home.

We boarded a coach supplied by the club to take us to the border. We recognized a few of the other passengers. The young newlyweds looked very sheepish, the mature couple whose wife had gone on stage with Mandy, one or two others we had never spoken to on the cruise, so we felt reasonably safe. The older man came and sat alongside Mandy and me when we set off.

“Listen, ladies, I’m not sure how you feel but Bet and I enjoyed what happened today. Bet is 63 and has never done anything like that in forty years of marriage,” he said.

We were both looking at him, wondering what revelation he was about to make.

“Well, I had smuggled in my video camera and recorded it all. Now I know Bet and I will enjoy it. But she wondered if you English ladies would like me to email it once it’s edited.”

Will and I use the same email address, so I couldn’t.

Mandy took his card and said, “I’ll have it but will probably ditch it immediately.”

Oh how the best-laid plans can go array.

The first thing happened when we met for dinner, and the boys drifted off for drinks. Mandy told us she had admitted everything to Phil. He had known straight away that something had happened and kept plugging her. In her words, she’d had no choice. She promised that they would keep it all private. They were as good as their word, and we arrived home without incident. Well, almost.

I was finding it hard to forget what had happened and how good that afternoon had been, and I was unsure about my whole life. Will, by his demeanor, showed he knew something was amiss, just like Will never said a word.

Three months later, things started to come to a head. Out of the blue, Mandy phoned me. They had received the videos a week after they got home and wondered if I wanted a copy. They had put it to the back of their minds for a week or two, or rather she had. Phil had discovered a place in Cumbria, a dog and horse breeder who did live breeding shows like in Mexico, only two hours drive away.

Mandy had to admit to Phil she would do it, just for him. She giggled as she made that statement, then followed it up by saying she had done two shows and was going back the following Sunday. Also, the breeder picked a dog for them to take home. I knew she was excited by the speed and quietness of her voice. Phil had shared her with his friends; last week, she’d had her first gang-bang and loved it. More importantly, so had Phil. The funniest thing she’d said was she had lost almost two stone and felt like a woman again, and her new videos were much clearer.

Yes, she sent me the video, or should I say videos? It was too long to send in bulk. It wasn’t solely of me and only got me from a distance with his wife in the foreground and Mandy, her chubby body being well used. I didn’t realize she had been fucked by two different dogs while sucking on five men, two of these from the audience. When he zoomed in on me, it was quite graphic, even picking up some of the filth from my mouth. He had got the first entry of my lover and when we orgasmed together and the mess it made.

As I said, at that point in my life, I had to make a decision. So with gritted teeth, I told Will everything, including showing him the videos. I knew he’d be shocked, but I didn’t foresee his reaction. For two days, he was silent on the subject, but I was sure he’d watched the videos many times.

Then after dinner on a Wednesday evening, he admitted he wanted to be my cuckold, and he thought he had always wanted it. He didn’t want to do it with Mandy and Phil for some reason but had found a place just twenty miles away and had been in contact. We will be going for our first visit in two weeks. They have sent us some photographs of their horses. They look wonderful, but before that, we have two black male visitors coming tonight. I must go and prepare. Bye.

 

The End.

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