Tiffany and the Caribbean Cruise 4

Tiffany returned to the cabin as I awoke from another nap. We spent the afternoon walking around the ship and marveling at the number of things to do and see. Ice skating rink, sports bars, buffet, burger shop and of course bingo. But the wave machine was the most interesting feature. Powerful pumps created a moving current and people (mostly men) were lined up to try their skills. Many lasted only seconds before the current knocked them to the side of the tank, but some guys were pretty coordinated. A buff looking guy was riding a small board and cutting back and forth with style. Tiffany wasn’t looking at him though. She spied Mark and Mike sitting at the surf bar nursing beers. Her sex quivered at their sight. She was getting hornier the more cock she got. “What is going on with me? She thought to herself.

I was fascinated by the surfer and didn’t share her vision. “Want a cocktail?” Tiffany asked. “Uh, sure” I was barely listening as I watched the guy do a spinner and still maintain balance. A couple of people clapped. This guy had it going.

Tiffany paid no attention. She made her way through the crowd and slipped into a space next to the M&Ms. Mark snaked his long arm around Tiffany’s waist and pulled her close. “I’ve got something for you!” His mouth was an inch from her ear. She stiffened and tried to pull away. “My husband is right there!” She gestured behind her. Mike leered at her proud breasts from the other side of Mark.

“Eat your pussy m’am? We’ve got a two for one special going this afternoon. Two tongues and two cocks. Same low price.” He smirked, apparently thinking he was clever.