HMS of Discovery Pt. 02

A big thank you to TastyHoney for all the editing help and advice with this story.

As the evening drew on, we wandered back to our room to shower and get ready for the all-important Gala Evening. I showered, cleaned up, and was ready well before my wife. I was in my suit looking in the mirror convincing myself that at 35 I could still be the next James Bond. I was brought out of my daydream when I saw my wife leave the bathroom. In the reflection of the mirror, I couldn't help but stare; the underwear she had chosen was a dark green number. I don't know how, but the bra had her tits pushed up and together in a magnificent display of cleavage. However, the thing that had me slack-jawed was the thong she was wearing. I say "wearing" but it was more like her body was consuming it. The green material quickly disappeared into her round, full buttocks and didn't reappear until it battled to keep her fat pussy lips inside the small piece of emerald fabric. My mouth watered and I quickly made a move towards her with lust in my eyes and a swelling in my trousers.

"Stop," she said.

I paused like I was waiting for her next command.

"I promise you can have me any way you want tonight, but right now, I'm all clean, and I've just finished my makeup."

I let out a groan, and she spoke in her sexy way.

"Don't be a greedy Augustus Gloop. This is all yours," she said as she gently stroked her hands over her voluptuous body. "You'll just have to admire me from afar this evening like everyone else. However, unlike everyone else, you get to see me like this after the party."

And in one elegant motion, she bent over to pick up her shoe, knowing full well I would get an eyeful of her pussy and forbidden fruit, with only the tiniest slice of green hiding her treasures. Her movement caused one of her juicy lips to escape making it look like her pussy was trying to eat the tiny mask.

"Oops, you're not allowed out to play yet, you'll just have to wait," talking to her pussy like a misbehaving child.

With caressing fingers she pushed her fanny lips back into place and with a filthy smile; she turned back to me, bringing the fingers she had just rearranged herself with up to my nose, allowing me to smell her scent. With a gentle touch, her fingers brushed across my lips, giving me the slightest taste of her honey before she kissed me hard.

She brushed past me allowing her tits to press against me as she headed for the wardrobe. After pulling out an undefined black number said, "I intended to wear this tonight. Would you mind helping me into it?"

I was more than happy to oblige and quickly took the one--piece black dress, dropped to my knees, and held it out. She stepped into it and I started to pull the dress up over her fat thighs and then the inevitable struggle over her butt. Once these obstacles were overcome, I suddenly became aware of how tight this dress was on her.

"I can take it from here," she said, pulling the dress up over her stomach and finishing off the already eye-watering cleavage.

"Well, how do I look?" She asked as she made a slow turn. The size of the thong combined with the tightness of her dress made it look like she had no underwear on at all.

"You'll give those old timers in the restaurant a heart attack wearing that," I said.

"I take it that means you approve?" she said, smirking

"One hundred percent," I said, struggling to readjust my pants to hide my erection.

I took her by the arm, grabbed our room key, and stepped out the door. As we headed for the restaurant, I slowed slightly to fall just behind her as we walked down the long corridor to admire the seductive dance her hips and butt were doing. It became even more fun as I insisted we take the stairs instead of the lift to the next floor. Each step she took brought the dress an inch up her juicy thighs, meaning she had to make regular stops to readjust her dress or risk exposing to everyone what she was wearing underneath.

We finally arrived at our chosen eatery and waited to be seated. I could see in the reflection of the doors that the two old boys behind us were having a good look at my wife's delectable rear. I then heard an "oomph" as one of their wives slapped them on the back of the head and stomped off. I think my wife heard and definitely seemed to be enjoying the effect she was offhaving on everyone.

We were silently taken to our seats by a small Asian lady, who clearly didn't approve of my wife's attire. We were the last to be seated at our table of six - a much older couple celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary and Barry and Tina, whom I had met at the pool earlier that day.

Earlier I would have described Tina as a "little old lady", the type you might find working in the local paper shop or queuing in the post office. Now the Tina who sat before me was something quite different. She wore a tight-fitting leopard print dress with a long slit up the left leg, and a very deep plunge to her obviously modified chest. But it was really the style and amount of makeup she wore, complete with some "hooker red" lipstick, that made her look seem off. "Mutton dressed as lamb" came straight to mind.

We all chatted and shared experiences of previous holidays and gave reviews on what we were eating that evening. The older couple weren't very interested in our chat and left after they had eaten their mains. Barry and Tina, on the other hand, were super friendly. We chatted and flirted our way through three more courses and as many bottles of wine, with Barry's eyes very rarely being anywhere else but my wife's cleavage. Eventually, we finished dinner and headed towards the casino.

"Did you see Barry staring at your tits?" I whispered to my wife as we walked over. "I think he wants to put his cock between them."

I wouldn't normally say something like that to my beloved, but this holiday was clearly bringing out our naughty sides. She looked at me with a wicked grin and said, "They do look very inviting, don't they?" as she pushed them together.

"I hope the thought of me giving him a tit wank doesn't make you jealous?" she said, walking off into the casino.

We all sat down to play some Black Jack with a couple of chaps. After playing a few hands, it was clear no one was playing very well as everyone's eyes, including the dealers, were on our wives. This gave Barry and me a huge advantage so after an hour of gambling, we were up on chips. Tina said she needed a drink and headed for the bar, shortly followed by the two other players. My wife, on the other hand, still wanted to play but was now out of chips altogether.

"Can I borrow some credit? I'm feeling lucky," she purred in my ears. "But if I don't win this hand then I'll just have to figure out how I can pay you back when we return to our room," loud enough for Barry and the croupier to hear!

My cock instantly throbbed. I pushed some chips over, but as I did, Barry did the same, doubling my wife's account.

"Now we're talking," she said, giving Barry a naughty smile. She then pushed all the chips towards the dealer.

"The lady bets £400," the dealer confidentially announced and dealt her two cards.

I was frozen in place. On the one hand, I didn't want her to lose £400, especially with £200 of that being mine. However, on the other hand, if she lost I'd soon be reclaiming my credit like a crooked loan shark.

She looked at her cards, smiled then said, "I'll stick."

She was clearly confident in her hand. She then turned them over to reveal a pair of queens.

"The lady has 20" the dealer confirmed. Next, his hand was dealt.

His first card was the seven of hearts. I felt my wife squeeze my leg. The next draw saw the four of clubs. Then the dealer slowly dealt himself another card from the deck, then turned it to reveal the king of diamonds. I heard her let out a pained groan.

"House scores 21. House wins," and scooped all the chips back into his bank.

My wife stood up and thanked the dealer. She turned to me and said, "Lady Luck's not with me tonight after all. I believe I will have an early night. Make sure you come and check in on me soon."

As she spoke the last words, she gently stroked my groin under the table and walked off, still with most of the eyes in the room on her. Barry and I continued to play Black Jack and had a couple of rounds on the Roulette table. Within an hour, we had both won back what my wife lost.

"I'm just going to go check on my wife," I said acting like Barry hadn't seen or heard her flirty exit.

"I hope she's feeling better soon," Barry said, winking at me as I stood to leave.

I wandered back down the ship towards my room, taking a non-direct route as I was struggling to hide the erection I had while anticipating my repayment, worried I would pass by other passengers as there was no hiding it in these trousers.

As I got off the last elevator and started down the hall, I heard Barry's voice.

"There you are," he called from down the corridor behind me.

"What brings you up to this end of the ship?" I replied, with a knowing smile on my face.

"Oh, nothing. I just thought after losing such a large bet, you might need me to help clear your wife's debt," he said as he raised an eyebrow.

Barry had clearly understood my wife's offer earlier this evening, but to be honest, I was too fucking horny to care. Anyway, it was my wife who had opened Pandora's Box.

"She does owe us both for that last bet, and she hates being in debt," I said with a smirk.

"Then let's go collect," Barry chimed, and we headed for my room.

I inserted the key card then opened the door only enough to let us slide through. All the lights in the cabin were off, the only illumination was coming from the small amount of moonlight skittering through the window from the ocean below.

"I thought you forgot about me," she said. "I was, worried that I'd never get to pay you two back in full," she said playfully as she rolled onto all fours and slowly lifted her ass up.

As the moonlight caught her, she seemed to glow as I knelt down behind her. I reached up and spread her massive ass checks apart and gently grabbed at her thong with my teeth.

"You're so dirty." she whispered. "I left it on for you. I thought you'd like to take it off for me."

I slowly dragged her thong off and as I pulled them down my nose brushed up against her dripping wet slit. She groaned, "Eat it, baby. I know you've wanted to all day. Make me cum on your tongue and claim me like a cheap whore."

Instantly I plunged my tongue deep into her pussy and enjoyed her intoxicating nectar before changing tack, giving long slow licks from her tight knot to her clit. It wasn't long before she was grinding her pussy back on my face, the way she does just before an orgasm. I plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt, and she came hard as I worked them back and forth. With her ass blocking my view, I hadn't noticed that Barry had his cock out and was stroking it at the head of his conquest. I stood up, stepped back, and motioned for Barry to claim his prize. It was too dark to really make anything out in detail, but I couldn't help but notice how fat Barry's bell-end was. It was like it came off a different cock. It was only a quick glimpse as he pushed it up into my wife's willing hole in one thrust.

My wife let out a sharp groan and went to speak, but before any words left her lips, Barry had withdrawn all of his cock apart from the massive head and was ramming it back up inside her. I think she was trying to say, "Fuck it's big," but her words became an unintelligible mumble of pleasure and pain.

Barry held her wide hips and fucked her so hard her fat arse shook with each slam. The hard fucking he was delivering had even shaken one of her tits free from her bra, swinging freely underneath her voluptuous body. As I watched I realized I was harder than I'd ever been.

As Barry sped up ready to unload I dropped my trousers and pulled my dick out. Barry hadn't made a sound this whole time, but now he loudly groaned with pleasure as he released.

As Barry was still shooting inside her, I moved into position, practically shouldering him out of the way, readying my cock to plunge deep inside her. She let out another moan and as she started to slump forwards I grabbed her hair, pulled her back, and thrust my cock into her.

"We're not finished yet," I said as I set about reclaiming her well-used pussy.

I eagerly pounded in and out of her, but after the reaming Barry's cock had given her pussy she felt loose around my dick. This turned me on even more and I fucked her faster. But after only a dozen hard thrusts, I was adding my own jizz to the cocktail of love juice inside her.

As I pulled out, she went to move again.

"Stay still," I commanded.

I watched our combined fluids leak out of her pussy, that no longer held up any resistance, and didn't try to close back up. I pushed three fingers into her with ease and rubbed her clit with my thumb. This had her murmuring into the pillow as I was telling her how dirty she was and saying, "This is what happens when you gamble with other people's money." She was getting close when the sound of our door opening and closing reached her ears. The realization that Barry had still been enjoying the filthy show had her pussy pulsing, and she came again, adding another little flood of fluid that I worked back into her. She collapsed to her side, clamping my hand between her mighty thighs, begging me to stop. I pulled my hand free, wiped the aftermath with a towel, put my dick away, and headed for the door.

"Don't stay out too late, you dirty bugger," my wife playfully ordered before I left.

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"I won't, but we definitely need a drink after that," I said.

Just as I got to the door, I added "Your debts clear baby." Then I closed the door behind me.