Jeff ruminated about the times he had brought Audrey to parks to fuck some guy in their van. Yes, that was exciting, thrilling in fact, and yet the in...ensity of that aspect of his cuckold fetish was nearly trivial to what he was experiencing now – even though the now, was terrifying and a bit humiliating. How would this Bermuda trip add to or detract from his relationship with his wife? Pangs of fear twisted his gut. What could it mean? Could Jeff lose his wife to Donald on the Bermuda cruise,. He laid on thebed, his back against the pillows, ignoring Julie who was still standing bythe bureau, a look of consternation on his face.Julie gazed at him for a few seconds more and then, shaking his head, sat ina chair and began flipping through the pages of his magazine.The two boys spent the next hour quietly. Michelle noticed that Julie hadbrowsed through several magazines while he read the first half of the novel.He had wondered why the novel was printed in a binder, on regular. As the elevator arrived and the doors opened, there was a naked woman in her late thirties heavily making out with a handsome and half-naked black man in the corner. The two were kissing and groping each other. The woman's small and soft breasts were mashed against his strong chest. The black man had both of his big hands on the woman's butt cheeks and was squeezing them hard as they french kissed.In the other corner of the elevator stood the woman’s husband. He had pulled his penis out of his. She continued to make comments to me, and even went as far as to drop hints to the waitstaff about me. She would even knock her napkin off the table and ask me to pick it up. Teasing me that people could see my "whale-tale" out of the back of my pants. And joking about panty lines being visible through my linen pants. I could tell she was really getting into this sudden dominant role she had. After dinner she asked if I wanted to head to the bar for a few drinks. I suggested we just go back to.