Carry On Cruising Pt. 03

"Oh yeah," Michelle moaned. I looked over and saw her fingering herself as she watched.

I looked back and could see that Dan and the young woman were now on their side 69ing, Dan's head swirling as he slurped on her sexual juicebox, her head moving up and down as she devoured his cock. Meanwhile Pam was now stood up jerking off the young guy's tool whilst he had his hand between Pam's open legs, playing with her slit as they looked in each other's eyes. I decided to take a page out of his book and moved closer to Michelle, moving my hand between her legs. She looked at me confused, still she saw the extreme state I was in and grabbed my cock in a reciprocal action, moving the skin up and down stimulating my end as we stared at the performance on the beach.

Pam suddenly hooked both her legs around the standing black guy and reached down between the two of them, positioning his rod till it was in the right place then slithered down his body.

"OH FUCK!" Pam screamed in delight, as the guy started to fuck her standing up, bouncing her up and down on his tool, Pam keeping her legs wrapped around his body as Dan moved the young woman onto all fours and slipped his cock in behind her.

"OH! That's nice!" she chuckled as Dan slapped her arse, gripped her buttocks and started to smash his dick inside her.

"We should...we should...we should do that," Michelle murmured, as she played with my stiffy whilst my hand was sliding in and out of her wet slit.

"All fours?" I clarified.

"Hell yeah," She replied, kissing me and shooting her tongue into my mouth, almost sending me over the edge right there and then. I moved back and let my wife topple herself forward, but our hands meeting on my cock as we both longed to get fucking as soon as possible. I slid inside her and began moving back and forward, more excited than I'd been on the trip so far as we watched people who we'd already been friendly with continue to fuck total strangers.

On the beach Pam and her lover finally succumbed to gravity and the guy lay her on her back in the sand before beginning to really drill her with his long, skinny tool, bringing moans of desire out of Pam as her tits wobbled on her chest with every thrust, our new friend moaning and whimpering in joy at almost every action. Meanwhile Dan was getting a look on his face of a man about to lose all control, as he hunched over whilst slamming into the young woman in front of him, watching his wife get ravaged by some naked guy they hardly knew it was clearly too much for Dan and he withdrew his cock and aimed it at his sex partner's boobs, covering them in his sticky goo.

"Fuck yeah, come all over her," my wife remarked, helpfully as I continued to ream her pussy.

The other couple on the beach upon seeing their respective partners achieve their aims together began to buck more frenziedly together as he was moving his hips ever quicker, hers moving to meet his with every thrust until he withdrew his tool and splattered his cum all over her stomach. The two lovers then locking together in a giddy embrace.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Michelle quivered as she began to shudder, her orgasm hitting her like an explosive blast wave, her pussy gripping my cock in delight as I spurt inside her in response to what was going on. Out on the beach we see the two couples reconnect and begin to kiss, as if commencing a second round. As for Michelle and I, we quickly get our clothes back on and skedaddle out of there as fast as our swimming legs will carry us.

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We got back to the other beach, onto the bus and almost run to the ship, fucking again almost as soon as we got through the door, the two of us incapable of holding back, before we calm ourselves just enough to get excited again as we decide to prepare for that night's meal with friends. I don't know what it was but we both felt it, an unspoken bond between the two of us indicating that SOMETHING was going to happen that night. We didn't know what was going to happen but SOMETHING was definitely on the cards.

We started prepping for the night with a stop on a shop on board ship to get some fancier clothes for the night. In spite of Terence's assurance that smart casual was fine, there was nothing casual about the dresses the other women were wearing. I bought myself a couple of shirts, waistcoat and pants, Michelle (being a woman) took far longer trying on various outfits and asking my opinion on various occasions before she picked out two dresses; one black which had a criss-cross laces pattern from her navel to her cleavage showing plenty of skin underneath and a red dress she refused to show me how it looked on.

"Why won't you show me what it looks like?" I queried as the cashier tilled them up.

"You'll see," Michelle smirked back. I had a feeling that however raunchy the black dress was the red dress would blow my mind.

After our shopping earlier getting ready that night was challenging at best, downright impossible at worse. Every time I'd see Michelle put on another piece of her outfit I'd want to throw her on the bed and remove it. She was wearing a black bra, black knickers and stockings beneath the dress that had one split up to the top of the leg as well as the drooping neckline laced together. She had her long black hair tied back and looked stunning and somehow we managed to make it so we were ready for the evening meal on time, thinking everyone else would be fashionably late again, however, everyone else had different ideas.

Unlike the previous night when we got in and we're greeted only by Terence and Anne, tonight the table was full with the same couple in attendance but with very different seating arrangements. There was a gap (presumably for me) with Pam on my right followed by Terence then another gap (presumably for Michelle) then Bob, Anne, Dan, Betty and back to me with no-one next to their own spouse. As we looked at the already-seated group I felt a mild sting of annoyance till we reached the table and I saw all the eyes staring lustily at Michelle in her black dress.

"Wow! You are wearing the HELL out of that dress!" Betty remarked as she ogled Michelle. My wife blushed wildly at that comment, but the compliment didn't stop there.

"That is delicious," mewed Anne as she placed her hand under her chin. Anne's dress was hardly an understatement as it was a slinky, dress with a deep purple sheen, however it was the hungry look in her eyes as they wandered over Michelle's body that made her go even more red.

"Well, you can't change seating now!" Bob shouted, happily as Terence stood up.

"Yes, no take-backs," Terence quipped as he pulled back Michelle's chair like the perfect gentleman as everyone's eyes sampled my wife's incredible figure.

"Thank you, Terence. I kind of feel like I'm sandwiched between my two holiday dad's between you and Bob," my wife giggled as she sat down.

"Eurgh! Don't think of us as your holiday dads," Bob pleaded, as he gently caressed Michelle's back.

"Exactly. Think of us as two lecherous, perverted uncles," Terence replied, dryly.

"Looks like she's in good hands there," Betty quipped as her hand squeezed my thigh. Between her and Pam I wasn't sure where to look.

"Am I in good hands here?" I asked the two of them either side of me.

"Of course you are. We'll look after you," Pam reassured, before letting her hand slide down my thigh towards my groin, copping a feel as it went. I looked over at Michelle who seemed to have the same nervous, startled look I did, the waiter and waitress coming over providing a welcome distraction as the drinks were served.

"Let's have a toast," Bob suggested as he lifted his glass. "To Michelle's hot dress".

"Hang on, what about all the other ladies hot dresses, your wife's?" Dan asked. Everyone then turned to look at Betty who was sat there with a stern look on her face.

"I can say this with certainty you're not getting anything later," Betty quipped to laughter from everyone else at the table.

"How about to gorgeous wives and the men lucky enough to be married to them?" I put forward. Everyone looked at one another and raised a glass, leading me to feel pretty pleased with myself.

As the drinks flowed and the food appeared and disappeared the touching and flirting became even more outrageous than the previous evening. At one point I asked to try one of Betty's vegetables and instead of passing it over on a fork she placed it between her teeth and raised her eyebrows to gesture me come get it. I moved in for the food, took it in my mouth and finished it with a kiss from the older woman to a catcall of WOO's from the table and caused a few other mouth-swaps, including between Michelle and Terence which caused Michelle to blush even more (I didn't know why?).

As the dessert appeared and the world-class singer came out we watched her perform her set with rapturous enjoyment but noticed far earlier the disappearing guests. Bob and Betty where the first to leave together with Dan, Pam and Terence all heading out with another group to Lord knows where. I figured we'd be staying till the end when Anne came over and invited us up to the top deck to get some fresh air. We were never going to decline an invite like that.

We went out on top to a still warm evening where the sun had yet to set with Anne and myself on either side of Michelle with her holding both our hands as we ambled over the surface, both Anne and I captivated by that stunning dress.

"You know I'm not sure if you're wearing that dress or that dress is wearing you," Anne commented, eyeing my wife with lustful intent.

"Says you, deep purple-girl," Michelle countered. "You're looking 'SMOKIN'...ON THE WATER'," Michelle replied, butchering Deep Purple's most famous tune. We made our way to the Sun loungers with the two women taking one and me on my own on one next to there's.

"Oh, you know what?" Anne gestured as she looked about.

"No, what?" Michelle giggled.

"We forgot our drinks," Anne pointed out. I looked around and realised she was very right. In our hurry to get out with Anne our glasses had all been left on the table. Both women looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. I huffed, not because I didn't want to get them, but because I didn't want to miss out on what was about to happen here. Eventually I relented and got up off the lounger.

"Fine. I'll get the drinks but..." I paused, making sure they were both paying attention. "...Don't start without me".

"We promise," they replied, looking up to me with sultry/pretend innocent eyes. I had a feeling this promise would not be kept so as soon as I was out of sight of the two of them I was breaking into a run to get the drinks and get back as soon as possible. I got to the table after less than sixty seconds but recognised that the problem would be getting back with the drinks. I did the trick of pressing them into a three/triangle shape and walking back up to the deck as if I was an Olympic walker. When I got to the deck I could see that Michelle and Anne really didn't need any drinks, all they needed was each other.

My wife was led back against the Sun lounger, her dressed pushed up to her waist with Anne lying next to her with her hand down her black lacy underwear as Michelle spreads her legs. I then notice that as they kiss my wife has her hand between Anne's legs, her knee raised and her purple dress around her waist, her red underwear undulating to the rhythm of Michelle's fingers.

I place the drinks on the floor so I can keep my hands free.

Anne and Michelle's tongue twisted around each other as they kiss with open mouths. Anne reaches up with her left hand to try and free Anne's right boob from her black dress by pulling down the strap, eventually doing so, as the other hand worked under her panties. Eventually Anne moved her face down to Michelle's tit and sucked the nipple into her mouth, feeding on the fleshy bullet, causing Michelle to writhe in delight.

I adjust myself down below and just let my hand move back and forth as I watch the two of them.

Michelle is trying to focus on twiddling Anne's bean but it's clear the stimulus is just driving her insane until she can't take it, removes her hand from Anne's red nicks and pulls down the other strap freeing both breasts. Upon seeing this Anne does the same, their dresses now bunched up beneath their boobs and above their underwear. After getting semi-naked Anne gets on top of Michelle and they re-commence making out with Anne massaging Michelle's firm but statuesque tits as she dry-humps on top of her before Anne began to move ever further down the lounger, stoping to give a swirling lick and playful chew on each nipple, before kissing between the laces on the plunge till she Anne was looking at those black, delicate, lacy knickers. Anne nodded towards Michelle, who meekly nodded back before Anne got up, pulled those unders off, stretched out my wife's legs and dove her tongue deep into her snatch.

"HUURRR! Ooooh!" Michelle sighed as Anne plastered her mouth over her quim, gorging on her delicious opening. I could hear Anne lapping at my wife's juices, knowing they were running down this other woman's face. Michelle put her hands to her boobs as she led back, eyes closed enjoying the attention of the beauty between her legs.

I ran my hand slowly down my length as I watched the situation unfold. There was no way I wanted to end early before I had my opportunity to feast on these creatures myself.

Anne was on all fours, ass in the air with her red knicks still on, till she reached back with her left hand and rustled them down her legs, tossing them over to where Michelle's undercarriage was.

Michelle was now moving her hips against Anne's mouth passionately as she gripped the edge of the Sun lounger.

"HO YEAH, HO YEAH, Ho, oh!" Michelle quivered as Anne's tongue began to elicit a massive response from Michelle. I could see her thigh start to shake as she bit her lip in ecstasy as Anne's tongue delved into her most intimate place. "STOP, STOP, STOP!" Michelle pleaded as her pussy became too sensitive to continue. My wife thrust herself up from the lounger and at Anne, their mouths open, eyes closed and tongues probing as their hands explored their boobs, tugging at each others nipples and massaging their mutual feeders.

"That was pretty impressive," I clapped as I walked forward.

"How long have you been there?" asked Michelle, suddenly aware that they very much started without me.

"Long enough," I replied, gripping myself through my trousers to show them my state of arousal.

"Ha ha. I think he enjoyed our display," Anne laughed as she straightened out her dress, covering her boobs and bare ass. "Do you think we should play with him together?" Anne continued, mockingly. My wife nodded meekly as she gazed at me with innocent eyes, betrayed by her horny, lascivious actions that got me harder than A level algebra. Michelle got up off the lounger and covered herself, picking up her black discarded underwear, the two women looking very wrinkled before greeting me with a kiss each, first Anne then Michelle, whom I kept tight hold of even after her kiss, moving my mouth to her ear to whisper...

"I'll deal with you later," I sighed, menacingly yet raunchily as my hard-on pressed against her mid-riff.

"Promises, promises," she whispered back, making me even more turned on with her. This time we walked back to our cabin but with myself in the middle with the two women either side of me, holding my hand, all the way through the ship, past various curious onlookers till we got back to our cabin and I removed the key-card, pressed it against the scanner, and all three of us made our way inside to do what? At that stage I really didn't know, but was extremely keen to find out.

END OF PART THREE

Can you believe I left it there, on a CLIFFHANGER? Truly I'm a terrible human being for doing that. If you enjoyed what you got in this chapter leave a like and a comment and if you hated that cliffhanger ending leave a like and a comment anyway.

See you next time for what may well be the penultimate chapter as we find out what happened after they entered the cabin.

See you then.