The admiral's cabin was located on the upper gun deck. As soon as Anson entered, his shoes sank into a soft carpet and he felt like he had been transp...rted into Sir Robert Connington's townhouse. There were paintings hanging from the bulkheads, and heavy chintz curtains adorned the stern windows. Chairs with carved backs stood around a massive oak table that was covered with a fine damask table cloth. Everything about the cabin was grand, perhaps with the exception of its owner. Admiral Brent. The sound of sex filled the air, loud gasps, sultry moans and slick wet noises as they coupled together and slowed, then stopping as they lay there motionless wrapped in one another exhausted.After a while they both roused and decoupled and I couldn't help notice the stream of white slick cum covering his semi-hard cock and oozing from my wifes cunt, it dripped onto the sofa and Aubrey looked unperturbed. She slowly stood up from the sofa and with shakey legs wobbled over to me and kissed me. “He said no?” I asked in shock.“Well ... not exactly,” he mumbled. “A lot has happened since he left here, Theresa. I get the idea that if he could, he’d come and get you. There ain’t no doubt in my mind that he still loves ya’...”He hesitated. “Honey ... I know you think you had your reasons, but you hurt him pretty bad. That takes time to get over and...”“AND... ?” I asked.“Well he’s kinda stuck in a situation of his own,” he said.“Tell me everything!” I said.Over the next hour or so my. She loves to get fuck in this position, as it allows her take my cock deeper into her pussy. On signal, I removed the dildo, and Sam moved up and inserted his cock into her sweet, sopping wet pussy. I was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud. My wife stopped her thrusting for a split second, long enough to realize that this was a real cock in place of the fake one. Apparently, her lust overcame her inhibitions, because she began to fuck Sam and suck me with a renewed vigour. As.