EXTRACT FOR
Dominique's Hotwife Cruise
(Thomas Roberts)

"Captain," Dominique said, trying to change the subject from the man with the beard and the smell of her ...god, twat. "What activities do you have planned for us?"



Steve had noticed how the bearded man looked at his wife. He felt jealous and thought he should do something, but the silent exchange had sent signals from his erection to his brain, making thinking difficult. A man wanted to fuck his wife, and the flush on her chest had deepened in color because she knew it, too.



"Buffy," the Captain gestured the young-looking, perky blonde to the table. Buffy could have been Tania's younger, slightly taller, sister. "You've met Buffy, our Cruise Director. Dominique was just wondering what fun activities you have planned for our guests."



"We have some wonderful events planned," Buffy knew Dominique and Steve were first-timers, and she planned to have some fun with them. "We'll have game nights, and of course, we're bringing back the popular party rooms."



"Party rooms sound like such fun," Dominique sat forward in her chair, looking interested. "What kind of parties?"



"For instance," Buffy began. "There will be a room for 'Threesome's and More-some's.' Which is always a popular party room, as is 'Let's Gangbang,' where we pick a guest of honor at random. On some cruises, the interest has been so great we've had several 'guests of honor.' One could be you if you're lucky."



"No party night would be complete without a 'BDSM' room," Buffy continued, staring at Dominique's chest. "Naturally, we'll have the all cruise nicest boobs competition. I'd guess that you or Tania have a strong shot at winning."



Dominique blushed an even brighter shade of red. Steve had always said she had beautiful breasts, but what did he know? She looked up to catch her husband smiling at her. His eyes were flashing to her chest.



"We'll also have the longest, thickest cock contest. James won that last year, and he'll be hard to beat," Buffy laughed at her own joke. Dominique held her hand to her throat as though clutching imaginary pearls. Steve looked interested.



"Um ...I know James."



"I'd say his cock is somewhere between ten and eleven inches long," Buffy had a dreamy smile and seemed to be talking to herself. "And as thick as ...well, thicker than my fist. Maybe not quite as thick as the Captain's fist." Buffy held up the Captain's hand and urged him to make a fist. It looked huge to Dominique. How could something that large fit inside her? She squirmed in her chair before catching herself and blushing anew. She thought about the Captain's fist stretching her tight vaginal opening. A new release of pussy cream dripped down her thighs.



Dominique irrationally thought of Alan calling it 'slut butter,' and she'd gulped.



"He's fucking my wife right now." It was a small man sitting on the far side of Steve. Peter's bald head just peeked over the edge of the table. "James is with my wife, Pat. She's the pretty redhead with the nice pale boobs. My cock is too small for her; she says it's too small to even feel. I can't wait to see what James does to her," Peter smiled happily.



"You should encourage your beautiful young wife to do it," he said to Steve while pointing at Dominique. "There's nothing like the wonder of your wife coming home to you with her pussy all stretched out and wet with another man's cum."