Liberation Cruise (closed for girlintexas99)

"Make me come...." Emilie directs the young waitress.

Esmeralda uses her tongue and drags along Emilie's love button. In the same motion her tongue drags along Roland's shaft as it disappears and reemerges from his wife.

Emilie sighs feeling so good. Roland filling her while being stimulated... she moans loudly on the heart shaped bed...

"God getting soooo close...." she moans
 
Lifting his wife’s ass higher off the mattress, pressing her onto Esmeralda’s playful tongue, smearing itself all over her, Roland Lifts his knee up under his wife’s thigh, pin her in a tight grip and finds his balance, then pumps in even harder and faster.

His cock is so hard and big, that he’s unsure if it’s even reaching places where it never has. He rolls his hips around deep in her to pull her wide and open, massage all of her insides, looking down on the red flowing hair below him, sucking and licking, “Better do what my wife says!” He pants, “Only the best is good enough for her.”
 
It's a lot more than Emilie has had in years.

The whole situation as she finds herself... a redheaded waitress in a 69 on top of her, while Esmeraldas tongue plays on her.

Roland's deep strokes as her warm wet cock pocket cradles him.. she feels her orgasm coming.

"Oh god..." she moans... "im... im... im... commmiing"

She arches up as her body tightens she taught tummy contacts and Roland... knowing his wife feels her abs flex as she rides out the waves of pleasure.

He loves when she comes on his cock... her already tight hole constricts around him... hugging his member ...

"Mmmmm" Emilie moans
 
Feeling her contraction, Roland pushes deep into Emilie, and holds, his hands on her hips, lifting her onto his strong frame, battling her convulsions, her pussy’s desire to press him out as she spasms under them. Esmeralda helps him, pin her down hard while looking wide eyed up at Roland, “Oh my! Your wife cums hard!”

Only nodding, pinching his eyes to keep from exploding while they pump the last drop out of Emilie, Roland slowly pulls out as his wife goes limp, slips down on the fabric, panting. Holding around his dripping wet cock, he pulls back on it and presents it to Esmeralda’s lips, “Now, here’s more for you.”
 
Raising his eyebrow at the unexpected question, Roland’s laughed. He liked Esmeralda. Not only was she delicious and young and a great fuck, she was also sassy. Frankly, he’d easily imagine putting his cock into any part of her, so he decided to let her have her way.

“Anywhere you want it, you just show me where.”
 
The waitress opened her young mouth her lips inviting him...

"I want that in my warm mouth" she purred. "I want to feel it pulsing down my throat as you come...."
 
Obliged, Roland caressed the playful waitress’ chin and lips, then presented his throbbing cock to them, his hand sliding under her ear, around her neck, slowly pressing her onto him, wiggling her lips apart, to sink into her warmness and wetness.

She squirted her chins around him, the red dots were back, and he leant back moaning. Then she started to wag back and forth on him. Roland wasn’t gonna last long.
 
The waitress moved her tongue along his shaft.

Fuck... this girl had a magic mouth. Roland felt at home as he stared at her beautiful face.

Emilie came from underneath to slowly massage Roland's balls
 
Her tongue caressing his shaft, snaking around it while she took him in and held him deep, pushed back and forth around his shaft, then repeated, it was heaven. And when he felt Emilie’s grasp around his balls, it was done for Roland. He burst out in a long yell, hand digging into Esmeralda’s neck, pushing into her, and unloading, and unloading, again and again, until his semen spilt over her lips, squirted back, drippled on her tits.

Holding like a statue for an undeterminable moment, he stiffened, then shivered, then relaxed, then staggered backward on his knees, and rolled to the side next to the two ladies, who looked teasingly down at him, kissing, nibling each other’s lips, caressed each other’s tits.
 
Emilie lay back totally satisfied. She hadn't made love to a woman in years... this was different though. It was a hardcore fucking session she shared with her husband.

He seemed very content. If not a little tired, and as for Esmeralda... Emilie was pretty sure her itch was scratched.
 
Licking his cum from her lips, wiping droplets from her tits, and raising her hand to Emilie for her to lick it off, Esmeralda giggled, looked suddenly shyer. “Thank you.” She said, looking down, then up at them, “I’ve never dared, but now I have, and I don’t regret it.”

She looked around the large room, all the beds. “I’ve got to go.” She continued, “Shouldn’t be down here too long, someone may come.” She rose, swayed dizzily, smiling again, “God, I’m so fucked, so happy inside. Thank you, thank you.”

Esmeralda picked up her clothes, wiggling her ass to them as she bent to get them, blew a kiss back at them, then dressed. “Maybe… Maybe another time? When I’m off?” She trailed, then waved it off, “If you want, you know where to find me.”

Seeing her straightening her skirt, looking herself over, Roland didn’t have the heart to tell her that her hair was all untethered and it was wet with cum and juices. He looked at his satisfied wife by his side, both sitting on the side of the bed now, then back at Esmeralda, “It’s a long cruise, so yeah, why not?” He smiled, “And thank YOU, it was an epiphany.”

Esmeralda bowed politely, then pointed to the far side of the hall. “You can exit that way, I return from where we came. Through there are the gyms and pools and stuff, it’ll take you right out to the main front deck. It’s probably getting to a party spirit out there by now.”

And with that Esmeralda was off. Roland looked at Emilie, bent towards her and gave her a kiss, then looked at the far door. “So, let’s see what the gyms are like!”
 
Emilie smiled at the vision of the waitress leaving with her clothes.
She began slipping her panties back on and then her clothes as Roland suggested they check out the gyms..

"Sounds great"
 
Still not getting his head around how this night had turned out, but starting to understand where it might be headed, Roland took his wife affectionately by the hand, and led her out through the big back door to which they’d been pointed. He looked at her. His wife, over only the last three hours revealed herself to be someone else, someone who he’d only ever believed were in their fantasies, but suddenly real. It was a development that fundamentally shook the foundations of their future, to something better, something exciting, something adventurous, something very sexy.

They were in a narrow bright lit corridor. Along the far side were several similar doors. Roland chose one at random, and they proceeded inside. It was a sports locker room. Central benches circled with lockers, over a large time floor. At the other end there were exits to each side. From one of them stood steam, and from inside came cheering voices.

Sneaking up to it and looking inside, there were the shapes of five men in the warm haze from hot showers, arms above their heads, dancing around naked under the streams, chanting some victorious tune.

Then they were spotted, one man turned, then the others, five wide grins forming on their faces. “Hey!” One said, “We’re the track team that just won the first daily championship!” Said another, then, to the first, “Is she the price?”, the first looked at Emilie, “Are you? The price?”. “Is she the price?” A third man asking, this one directing his query to Roland.

Roland gave his wife’s hand a squeeze, looked down on her from her side, “Are you?” He asked, “Do you think their price is you?”
 
Emilie looked at Roland... she was very surprised.
She hadn't anticipated coming upon a steaming shower with so many men.

She definitely hadnt anticipated Roland so quickly asking her if she wanted to be anyone's prize much less a whole group.

Still... they were all exceptional specimens of men. In great shape and good looking. When they asked if she was the prize she wondered just how much of them she could handle.

"That depends..." she replied coyly. "Would you like me to be?"

She looked at Roland one more time to be sure. A gangbang was a new step of steps they seemed to be taking
 
They were treading new water. While the concept of gangbangs had come up between them over ten years of marriage, of course, it hadn’t been like the arousing threesome and strangers fantasies they’d been sharing. Usually, that loads of cocks talking was usually either in very drunken states, and sometimes in small hinting sentences when they’d been climaxing, and then also with a hint to something taboo.

Was it crossing a line they shouldn’t? Roland was unsure. So far, they’d taken things far tonight, by god, obviously much, much further than they’d ever imagined, but it’d still felt comfortable and quite safe. Maybe they needed some real danger? Something that would open the view of even more things, that were so far in the darkness, emotionally unfathomable to them with their limited experiences and imagination?

In the few occurrences of gangbang talk he could remember, he’d been disattached from the events. Somehow, that felt more natural to him, like he wasn’t there. He wouldn’t leave her here, that’s for sure. But sometimes, during those spells, he’d imagine looking.

Roland looked at her. Her face still sticky and glistering with Esmeraldas juices and his cum, her hair was a mess. “Well,” he started, “you do need a shower!” He grinned, looked around finding a bench that had a straight view into the shower. “I’ll just wait here, then.” And he sat down.
 
Emilie blew her husband a kiss.

She couldn't believe what was about to happen...
She stepped foward to the shower. Slowly disrobing her dress.
The men looked appreciative as she did. She placed her dress on one of the benches and clicked off her heels.
Then in only her panties she slowly hooked her thumbs on the thin bikini strap of the waistband and shimmied them down. The men stared as she stepped out of them and also put them next to her dress...

She sauntered into the shower ...
 
Adjusting his weight, Roland leant forward watching intently as his wife undressed, then proceeded naked into the shower, in between the men. A couple of them were stroking slowly back and forth on their members, all rising and bobbing as she swirled around between them, and they started to circle around her like wolves.

Then the price was tasted, as one man leant forward, slid his hand around her neck, pulled her close and kissed her, while his other hand slipped in between her thighs and started to rise. From behind, two hands found her buttocks. They were different sizes, felt distinctly different, so two guys behind her, even if she couldn’t see that. She also had a man on each side. They moved close, not touching, but their erections grew steadily, and soon they were caressing up along her legs and hips.
 
Emilie kissed the man deeply. Unashamed that Roland was right there. Things had moved so progressive the last frw hours...
Feeling the stong hands on her buttocks, she melted into the kiss. Her hand reached out to her right, she lightly took that person's member in her hand.
 
In disbelief and like outside his body, Roland marvelled at what the night was bringing as he watched the men and his wife. Emilie squirmed in between them, sometimes visible to him, sometimes not as much between the looming shapes of the naked men and the rising steam from the flushing streams of warm water.

Reaching out to grab a big cock and start to pull on it, Emilie returned the kiss passionately, pressing her upper frame onto the man, the stiff nipples topping her perky small breasts rubbing onto the hair of his chest. Her ass shot back, out, and up to the touch of her admirers from behind. One of them was taking command now, standing right behind her, palms planted on her buttocks, fingers sneaking in between her thighs, parting them. His log of a cock rose, and touched her already thoroughly well fucked pussy.
 
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