It Was a Cruise to Glory as His Wife Made It with a Sexy Steward

I am your cabin steward, Paolo, and I wish you an unforgettable lay!

This was the printed card that lay on the desk as I first entered our stateroom, with Paolo right behind with our luggage. Since my wife, June, was still at the reception desk, I felt I could tease him about the card, where someone had crossed out “stay” and written “lay.” I asked him jokingly if the correction was in his handwriting. We both laughed, and he said no. But then he looked serious and added, “But it could have been.”

His answer took me by surprise, and I looked at him sharply. Paolo was about twenty-three, a tall, dark, and handsome Italian with a strong, muscular body. “Are you saying… ?” I began.

“Yes,” he replied. “There are women, you know, who make requests of me. At one hundred euros per hour, I can’t turn them down. A steward’s salary is limited. Some of the women are young; some are not. A good half of them are married, and some of them have their husband’s encouragement. For the less attractive ones, I turn off the lights; for the attractive ones, I leave them on.” I wondered if he was reading my mind, and the suspicion got stronger as he went on. “The attractive, mature wives are always the best, even better than the younger ones.”

We were interrupted by my wife, who entered at that moment. As she came in, Paolo said, “Let me turn more lights on.” He and I looked at each other and smiled. I could see that June was looking at him, too, her eyes lingering on him as he left the stateroom.

By now bells and whistles were going off in my mind. Could a big fantasy of mine finally be realized after thirty-two years of monogamous marriage? Would my wife finally be willing to spread her legs for another man? Lord knows she’d had plenty of opportunities.

June has always been gorgeous, and at fifty-four she was more so than ever. Her legs, her ass, her waist, her tits were still perfect. At five feet seven she was alluringly slim, with prettily bobbed auburn hair, slightly graying, and with the most beautiful eyes and face. And she was a nice person besides.

Yet although she’d always been the hottest, no-holds-barred sex bomb with me, she would never even consider the idea I’d been broaching on and off for the last ten years—that she should try doing it with another man. That is, she had never considered it until we’d started planning our first cruise. At that point, to my pleasant surprise, she listened calmly to my list of advantages such a cruise offered for casual sex—anonymity, privacy, quality people (cruises being on the expensive side), and so on—and finally responded with a noncommittal “Maybe.” She had, however, bought some new, extra-sexy outfits. Just in case.

When Paolo had left the room, I showed June his annotated card and told her about his extra services. She looked interested, which gave me the nerve to tell her, “June, sweetheart, I think Paolo should be your first extramarital fling.”

I watched her as she thought this over. I could see she was uncertain, and I asked her to share her thoughts with me. She began by saying she was afraid it would affect our marriage. Maybe I wouldn’t like it after all. Besides, Paolo could almost be her grandson. Why would he want such a mature woman? True, he would be paid, but then his ardor wouldn’t be sincere. What if his prick was too big? Or too small?

I was ready to reassure her on all of these points, but it turned out not to be necessary as June went on. On the other hand, she said, he was certainly very attractive. And she had seen him looking her over with definite interest. She did want to please me, and I would be there watching. She wouldn’t be sexually attractive forever, and she might as well take advantage. And if his prick was too large, he would just have to work it in gradually and stretch her before he started fucking her hard. And she did love to fuck.

By the time my previously reluctant but now noticeably aroused wife stopped talking, it was obvious that she had pretty much sold herself on the idea. But she was not quite ready to go all the way with it. Hoping to close the deal, I discussed the matter with her, and we finally agreed on the following: we would hire Paolo for an hour, but before anything happened, we’d have him sit on the bed with June, fully clothed, and describe just what he would do with her—and how—with the understanding that she could just say no at any time.

I then quickly found Paolo and described the situation. He smiled broadly. “Of course!” he said. “I was hoping you would want me. Your wife is the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen. I only hope I can say the right things to her. I want her so badly.” We then agreed that he would come to our cabin in half an hour. Before I left I asked him about his cock size. He said it was eight inches long and two inches thick. I knew that was bigger than anything June had ever taken.

When I returned I caught June changing into her new lingerie. Talk about sexy! I told her what Paolo had said, and she glowed. When I told her about his cock, her eyes went wide with a mixture of fear and delight. I don’t know whose heart was beating faster, hers or mine.

Paolo came to the cabin ten minutes early, saying that he couldn’t wait. He looked strong, handsome, and virile in his fresh white uniform. He shook my hand and said quietly, “Thank you, sir, for this opportunity.” He then moved quickly to June, who was standing by our bed, and gallantly kissed her hand, never breaking eye contact. “And thank you, my beautiful lady. In justice I should pay you, but I don’t have the one million euros that you are worth.” June could only smile at him.

Paolo then quickly sat on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to him, which June then took. He took her right hand in his and proceeded to compliment her for several minutes in his romantic-sounding Italian accent, emphasizing various aspects of her beauty and accompanying each compliment with a light kiss on her cheek and a pat on her thigh, half bared by the hem of her miniskirt.

“I have been in love with you from the moment I first saw you,” he finished up. He paused briefly and then continued. “And now you wish to know what I will do with you. I will tell you. I will start by kissing you on your beautiful lips and neck, lightly at first, then more passionately. When the moment is right, I will start running my hands all over your beautiful, shapely, very sexy body. Your breasts, your waist, and your legs, ending up at your vagina, which will hopefully be hot and wet for me.”

June was breathing more heavily than normal as she listened to this, her eyes begging him to go on. Which he did.

“Next, I will request you to allow me to remove all your clothes, except for your lingerie. A lingerie-clad body is the sexiest. Already I have a vision of your body in a lacy bra, bikini panties, and garter belt.” I didn’t know how he knew just what kind of underwear she would be wearing, but he was right.

“I will strip likewise,” Paolo went on. “To just my briefs. Then we will embrace, kissing passionately. And then, at last, the big unveiling. I will remove your bra, so slowly, and then strip you of your panties, while you pull down my briefs. Then we shall lie down on the bed and let loose, devouring each other. Your wish will be my command. Anything you want—tit sucking, cunt licking, cock sucking. I will wait for you to ask me to fuck you. To stick my prick in your cunt and take you completely. I will enter you with just the head of my cock and quickly shoot a large load into your pussy. This will help us both as my large prick struggles to make headway into your very tight pussy. You will love the struggle, love how it stretches you as it goes deeper and deeper. And then we will fuck. And fuck. On and on, until we come to orgasm together. I will fuck you in many ways, in many positions, until you tell me that you’ve had enough.”

He paused then. June’s eyes were wide and glazed-looking, her mouth open, her breasts heaving up and down. “And now, my dear lady,” Paolo murmured, “I do think you are ready to start.” When she made no denial, Paolo stood up and stripped totally, standing right in front of my still-seated wife, his huge, rigid hard-on inches from her face.

June’s eyes went wider than ever, and she let out a kind of scream. “Oh my God! Oh my God! It’s huge! Jake, it’s huge!” For a moment I thought she was going to back out, but she surprised me again. “It’s gorgeous!” she gasped out. “Oh, it’s absolutely gorgeous! I love it! I want it! It’s all mine!” And with that she lunged forward, grabbing his prick with both hands and taking half of it in her hot mouth.

What a sight! For me it was one of the most sexually stimulating spectacles ever. My own wife, my beautiful gorgeous June, finally having sex with another man! Finally! After all these years of cajoling!

Paolo let her suck him for a few moments, then quickly pulled away. “No, my beautiful lady,” he told her. “I must shoot my very first load into your pussy. It will be needed.”

June was eager now. Without pausing she stood up and stripped down to her sexy bra, panties, and garter belt. Throwing back her head, she posed boldly for him, saying, “There, do you like it?”

Paolo’s eyes nearly popped out and his mouth opened wide as he stared at her. Now what? I wondered. My wife was anything but predictable.

With a teasing laugh she jumped onto the bed and lay down on her back. “The hell with your nice preliminaries,” she told him. “Get over here right now, pull off my panties, spread my legs, and start fucking me with that stud prick of yours!”

And in a few seconds the young man was on top of my wife, with her panties off and his prick inside her, and both of them were yelling. Gone were Paolo’s soft, gentle, romantic plans as June continued calling out her own impulsive commandments. “Stick it in!” she shouted. “Hard and fast! Fuck that cunt! Oh God, I need all of you now!”

There was none of the gradual stretching Paolo had described to her. He shoved it in until it was stopped by her unstretched pussy, and when she cried, “Again!” he did it again and again until he couldn’t control himself and came with a groan, shooting and shooting his copious load. Which was exactly what was needed. The force of his come must have shot his jism as deep as possible into her pussy.

As if that were not enough, Paolo’s third spurt set off June’s own orgasm, and their combined juices lubed her whole pussy, with much of the excess dripping onto the sheets.

They stopped then, panting hard and celebrating their first post-orgasmic ecstasy with deep, passionate kisses. But soon June was calling for more, and this time Paolo fucked her with his full eight inches, the base of his prick rammed up against her cunt lips with every forward stroke.

Again, what a sight it was! My gorgeous, sexy, formerly loyal wife completely impaled by an outsider’s huge pole and yelling her lungs out, totally intoxicated with her fantastic new experience.

What followed then was a nearly nonstop hour of fucking, complete with moans and groans, demands and pleas, shouts of love and ecstasy and screams of orgasm. Positions changed quickly, June learning some new ones and even teaching Paolo a few. They also invented some together.

As for me, I felt no jealousy at all and no insecurity. In fact, observing them together vied with fucking June myself as the most exciting sexual experience of my life. And that’s saying something, because June is the world’s best fuck. I loved watching Paolo’s enthusiasm and pleasure as he discovered this fact, and I loved even more watching my wife rising to new sexual heights for this very special occasion.

I had never been so aroused, so excited, as I observed for the first time my sweet loving wife lying on her back, herself in a state of almost unprecedented arousal, legs spread wide, knees up, staring glassy-eyed at her first extramarital prick as it advanced toward her pussy. The sight of that prick making its first contact with her cunt lips, then parting those lips and disappearing inside her. The sound of her yelling, “Jake, he’s in me! I’m being fucked!” Hearing their loud simultaneous moans of extreme pleasure as they reached their first orgasm. And later, watching the first full plunge of his eight-inch dick, seeing him possess her completely, hearing her squeal and watching their wild, passionate, endless fucking and fucking and fucking…

And it was heartwarming to me to hear June occasionally calling out to me, as though to include me in their pleasure, as though acknowledging that she was doing this for my benefit as well as her own. “Jake, my sweetheart, I love you so much for this!” she would moan. I replied by telling her I loved her, too, and I had never meant it more.

Of course, all this time I was doing more than watching; I was pounding my prick intensely. My cock had been out almost from the beginning, and my right hand had clutched it as Paolo’s rigid prick first entered my wife’s pussy. As he gradually sped up, I did, too, and I even joined in on their first quick, simultaneous orgasm.

When their session was finally over and they had spent some time cuddling in a contented afterglow, Paolo got up to shower and dress. It was then that my hot wife said, “Jake, come and fuck me. I need one more load, and I want it to be yours. And, Paolo, I’d love it if you stayed and watched.” Paolo smiled and said he would be happy to.

My cock was still semi-limp after having come a second time during their wild final fuck, but my eager wife quickly took it in her mouth and sucked it back to straining life. I then got between her legs, where her first outside lover had been only minutes before. Entering her pussy was one of the hottest feelings I have ever known. It was flooded with combined copious juices, as was much of her body, and indeed the bed itself. I slid easily but beautifully inside her and shot my third load of the day in five minutes, during which she orgasmed with a scream nearly as loud as those Paolo had brought from her.

“You two have made one totally happy pussy,” June said when she had caught her breath.

Paolo quickly showered and dressed, and he and my beautiful wife kissed farewell at the door. They whispered briefly together for a moment, after which June turned to me with a smile and coyly asked, “Jake, could Paolo fuck me again tomorrow?”

—J.L., San Diego, California