Reaching down his body, Ryan took hold of my cock again, pumping it into rigidness. “We haven’t had any foreplay. You’re not even wet yet.” �...You wanna wait?” I asked him, backing off a bit. He chuckled again and flashed me a wicked grin. “You look really sexy, holding me like this.” “Heh.”I spat into my hand and massaged the saliva tenderly into his asshole until he’d relaxed and my fingers slid wetly, hotly into his body. While I used both my hands to support his legs on my shoulders, Ryan. “My name is Mike Jones, my wife is Carol. We are on this deck in cabin C 15.”“Well, let’s go to your cabin. I’m quite sure there’s a simple explanation as to what has happened to your wife. And I’m certain that she is perfectly safe and that no harm has befallen her.”“Thank you, Aileen; it’s just that I was worried that she might have fallen overboard, or something.”As they entered the cabin Aileen’s eyes opened wide when she saw the brochure on the table in the room. “Where did you get that. As I was driving home, a lot of recent memories came vividly for me to think of how much my wife and I had progressed in our sex life with Cleopatra, Anthony, her pussy, and my cock. What began a long time ago with me exploring my sexual satisfaction exciting my prostate and using dildos on my ass turned out to be a whole new world of sexual excitement and pleasure. As we progressed we developed a sexual fantasy that we made real. At first, when I convinced my wife to do me, she was a bit. I know this because when she returned from the ladied room she dropped them in my lap as she sat at the table again, with a very mischievious smile. I felt a wave of blood course through my body from my feet to my head and my cock was at full attention in a flash.As she sat in her chair she lifted her dress to just below her ass cheeks and sat in the chair. Looking into mu eyes she asked if I liked what was happening.She had opened her mouth and raised two fingers, after she licked her lips.