Billowing, black, rain filled clouds darkened the sky in the distance. Only, it was moving fast, faster than the ship. Rolling in astern, a story was ...uickly catching up with them. When she looked off the port side bow, she could see land far off and hoped they were off the coast of Australia. Surely, a boat would be dispatched to help them. Surely, someone would see the disturbance and help them. Surely, someone would hear the ruckus. Yet, no one saw, no one heard, and no one came to their. .... on asking her where was roy ? she simply said " he's up stairs " so i thought he must be in the shower or something ?we drank our coffee's and helen said that if it suited me i was welcome to stay over if i wanted , i thought to myself you try and fucking stop me, with my mind still in overdrive as to what the weekend might hold ? i said that i had nothing planned but lets see how things pan out, not wanting to appear to keen as you never really know how things might turn out ?so by now i. It was just over 2 years ago. My wife had already watched me with many other women (one of her biggest turn-ons, more on that later) and we had a few threesomes with women, but now she and I were finally ready to have her experience another man.Together we decided that we would find someone online, a stranger with no attachment, for this experience. Once we created a Tinder profile for her it wasn't long before we had to start sorting through dozens of guys. We finally settled on one who seemed. Nobody seemed keen to do any work that morning, with constant glances at the clock, waiting for the appointed 10am. At half nine I went down to the shower room to check it out. For once, the guys had left it neat and tidy. I took in the room, imagining Alice under one of the showers. The showers were open, just shower heads suspended from the walls, nothing at all to protect Alice's modesty.At quarter to ten, a guy arrived at the front desk identifying himself as Pete. Alice's boyfriend. I went.