I looked at my wife and smiled. Her eyes widened and she said, “No way!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Just to prove her point, another couple strolled through the area, arms around each other, doing a late night walk around the deck. “See!? Forget it!”
I just smiled and moved closer to her. Marilyn tried to back away, but I had her trapped, with a hand on her back. “Lift your leg. Put your foot up on the railing,” I told her. The railing around the deck had several horizontal rails. The breeze was blowing her dress back, and showing her legs nicely.
“What?” she asked, confused.
I was standing to her right, with my left hand at the small of her back. “Lift your right foot and set it on the railing,” I whispered to her.
Marilyn was nervous, but lifted her foot up about a foot and braced it on the railing. The breeze pushed her dress up even higher, clearly showing me that she was wearing stockings. However, with me close at her side, nobody who was behind us would notice. I placed my right hand on her thigh, eliciting a quiet gasp from her, and then I slid it upwards.
“I think you’re enjoying this,” I told her. My fingers were moving slowly, but not finding anything to get in the way.
“Take me back to the room, please,” she begged.
“Why?”
I could feel moist heat from her crotch now, but hadn’t moved in far enough to touch any panties or thong she might have on.
“Because I need you,” she pleaded.
“What? What do you need?” I teased her. I moved my fingers a touch more and found her naked and bald slit. I traced her lips, and felt warmth, and if we weren’t in a breeze, she would have reeked of her musk.
“I need you to make love to me. Oh, please, let’s go in!”
“Make love or fuck you?” I began to touch her slit now, sliding a finger into her greasy little gash.
“Oh, God! Either! Both! Let’s just go!” She tugged my arm slightly, but was getting weak kneed, and sagging against me.
I began to diddle her clit, and she gave a quiet whimper. “You forgot your panties. I think you wanted me to do this to you.”
Her hands were clutching my arm now. “Oh, please, stop teasing me!”
I held her close and flicked her clit and drove her to orgasm. Then I said, “Maybe it’s my turn now,” and slowly pulled my hand out from under her dress.
Marilyn sagged against me and sighed. “No, please, back in the cabin. I’ll do anything you want, just not out here…” She sounded exhausted and spent.
I grinned to myself and took her hand. “Anything?” I asked innocently. I led her inside the ship.
“What?” she asked, distractedly.
“You said you’d do anything if we went back to the cabin.” I waggled my eyebrows at her.
“Not that!”
I shrugged. “Your words, not mine.”
That earned me a laugh. “We’ll be back on deck before that happens!”
“You’ll never know what you could be missing.”
We continued on to our cabin, with Marilyn tugging my hand and giving me sly looks as we went. As soon as we got inside, she was in my arms and kissing me. “Hurry! I need you so bad!” she said lowly.
I tossed my jacket on the bed, and then reached behind her, and undid the catch and the zipper on the back of her dress. This I unzipped, and then I pulled it off of her to pool at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but her stockings and heels. I put my hands on her shoulders and smiled. “Just like out on deck,” I said.
Marilyn smiled at that, remembering the young couple we had watched earlier. She knelt at my feet and began working on my pants, while I began to undo my cuffs and bow tie. I reached behind my back to unfasten that ridiculous cummerbund, and tossed that away, and Marilyn giggled and said, “Thank you.” Then she had my pants open and was fishing me out. I pulled the suspenders down and that made it much easier for her, and she grinned and thanked me again.
“Stop talking!” I laughed back.
Marilyn licked my cock for a moment, and then opened her mouth and began sucking on my cockhead. Tonight I wanted something more. Placing my hands in her hair, I began thrusting into her mouth. “I’m going to come in your mouth! You keep sucking or it’s going to be in your face, but you are sucking me off first!” Marilyn began suctioning my cock, and jacking my shaft. I tried not to be too rough, or to choke her, but I really needed to get my rocks off. “Then, you need to keep sucking and make me hard enough to fuck your little cunt!” I kept telling her what was going to happen, and Marilyn began making little whimpering sounds as she sucked me. I looked down and found only one hand on my cock; the other was between her legs!
Seeing her so turned on just made me even more excited. The come in my balls felt like it was boiling, and I could feel myself getting closer. I tried in vain to prolong it, but Marilyn was suckling my cockhead too hard. “Take it!” I cried, and unloaded into her mouth. I began spurting as she swallowed. Enough came out that it dribbled down her lips to her chin, but she kept sucking. I must have had at least have a dozen heavy spurts before I was done.
She looked up at me happily while using her fingers to wipe her lips and chin. I looked down and ordered, “Don’t stop. Make me hard again!” Marilyn averted her eyes and took my still semi-hard cock in her mouth again. She also began using her hands to undo my shoes and socks and strip me totally naked. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside. By the time I was naked, I was stiff enough for another round.
I pulled my wife to her feet and over to the couch. I plopped down onto it, in the center, and then tugged on her hips to bring her closer. There was a sheen of excitement in the wetness on her pussy and thighs. “Get on top and make me come again!” Marilyn straddled my thighs and lowered herself onto my stiff cock. She gasped as I entered her, and then squealed when I pulled her tits to my face and began sucking her nipples. Her hands were on my shoulders as she began moving on me, not so much bouncing as writhing all over. I reached up and tugged her hands down so they were between us. “Now, make me come again!”
Marilyn couldn’t really reach down and touch me, but her fingers were all over her clit and scraping the topside of my cock when it was exposed. Occasionally it would become too much for her, and she would pull her hands away as she orgasmed, but I would push them back, forcing her into yet another orgasm. The feel of the nylons rubbing against my thighs was amazing. She looked and felt so slutty as she rode me desperately. I kept sucking her nipples and forcing her to pleasure herself. By the time I came again, spewing up into her, she was barely capable of talking.
Marilyn lay against me, breathing hard, as I wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her neck. “I love you so much,” I whispered to her. “I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Marilyn roused herself enough to begin kissing and sucking on my neck, working on giving me a hickey. I laughed and sat upright, some, pulling away from her. “Oh no you don’t!”
“What?” she asked mischievously, a twinkle in her eye.
I smacked that beautiful round bottom now perched on my legs. “That’s the last thing I need around the gun bay!”
“Spoilsport.” She leaned forward and tried to lick my neck, and then I felt her trying to apply a little suction.
“Acckkk! Stop that!”
That simply caused Marilyn to throw her arms around me and try to imitate a vampire. I struggled against it, but I didn’t want to hurt her, so I ended up picking her up off my lap and carrying her over to the bed, where I dropped her unceremoniously. “You’d better not have been successful,” I warned her.