Hank looked around to see if Veevee was still on deck. Nope. Maybe his wife had gone inside to get away from the brisk sea breeze. He checked in the nearest lounge. Not there either. He noticed a pair of couples about his and Veevee's age already playing bridge in one corner, and laughed. He hoped he and Veevee would always have something more interesting to do.
Hank decided she had to be back in their stateroom. Or cabin. Suite. Whatever it was. He walked up to the Loge Deck and stepped up to their door, checking the number to be sure. Nothing tied on the handle or sticking out underneath to signal him that Veevee had a date in there with her. Sometimes his wife was quite a fast worker.
He smiled and tapped on the door just in case. "Hi Vee, it's me," he called. He let himself in and surveyed the room. Their luggage was set inside out of the way. There were two large beds and a sliding door to a private balcony. For a ship's cabin, it was quite a comfortable size. Veevee's travel case was sitting open on the bed, and a pair of her panties -- this morning's panties -- were lying beside it on the coverlet. Hank smiled again, stepped up to take the panties. As he lifted them, a note and key-card fluttered out.
"Darling," the note read, "I'm at the Walkers' cabin." It gave the room number and directions. "Come meet us for 'cocktails'." He laughed. "Don't bother to knock, just let yourself in with the card."
Jim and Sally Walker were among Hank and Veevee's "special" friends. That is, once or twice a month, they got together for a meal, maybe a short boardgame or video, and a friendly little orgy. Hank couldn't count the times he'd watched Veevee suck Jim's cock as he pumped his cock into Sally's hot cunt from behind. Jim was a quick shooter, but his great recovery meant he might have three or four erections an evening, and Veevee loved the extra chances to suck on his cock. Sally was also a quick comer, and she liked Hank's extra staying power because she could go for multiple orgasms.
Hank grabbed a change of clothes and a quick shower. He wondered what was going on over there right now. Jim and Sally had introduced Hank and Veevee to swinging. Jim's import-export business and Sally's real estate business put them in touch with lots of interesting people, and sometimes they showed up as guests at the Walkers' special party nights. There was one Japanese couple that Hank and Veevee had really enjoyed sharing with. Jim had hinted that maybe he and Sally were bringing along someone else that Hank and Veevee had met. Some of their friends from overseas? Someone from their hometown?
Hank dried off, dressed, and quickly crossed the ship to the Walkers' cabin. He carded himself in and opened the door very quietly, closing it softly behind him. The cabin door was in a little nook, so he could only see part of the room, But there was his lovely wife Veevee, kneeling on the floor in front of someone, using her favorite party skill and sucking on his cock. Hank smiled. He loved watching Veevee worship cock. But...He blinked. It wasn't Jim, he'd know Jim's cock at a glance. Who was it?
The man's legs were slim and tan, his cock had a stiff upward erection, and there was no hair on his balls. Hank couldn't see his face, but he could tell he was younger than their usual partners, maybe even college age like Gary and Lil.
Who was that young man? And where were Jim and Sally?
Hank stepped forward to find out. |