Hi my name is Vika, I am 27 years old. My husband is the captain of a long-distance sailing ship (a cruise liner *****), on that day everything seemed unnatural and charming to me. I always thought that Oleg, my husband loves me and does not change me, but when I saw this, everything changed in my mind. I saw them, accidentally passing by the ship’s official premises, where no passengers are allowed to enter. There were some kind of slut, probably a waitress, and he was fucking one of them. He fucked her lying on the table, and the second furiously rubbed his little red pussy. All that I was able to hear through the depth of the ship's porthole was what the bitch he fucked shouted: “I am a whore, whore, cunt fucking. I like it when I get fucked in all holes. I am ready to voluntarily give to any peasant all my holes so that he himself fucked me or gave me to his friends. Ebi me me - it's a thrill! ”

After what I heard, I unwittingly climbed the handle into the panties. Since I was wearing a skirt, it was no big deal for me. I never thought to spy on how your husband fucks someone so exciting. Having wiped my pussy to red, I completely forgot myself and did not notice how the skirt had ridden up to the waist, and the strip of underpants had long since slid off from my excited lips. The husband seems to have fucked another, but I was not up to them. I stood, leaning back to the door and frantically jerking myself clit and cunt. Suddenly there was a creaking door and a sailor entered the corridor, moving closer and looking closer, he understood what I was doing here and his eyes glittered. Apparently he was, a newcomer here, I had never seen him before, and even many sailors knew me by sight. Another time I would be embarrassed, but now I was so excited that I continued to masturbate, remaining in a rather frank pose. The sailor didn’t think twice, he blew up to me, grabbed me by the boobs and dragged me to the toilet, on the sea latrine. I, it was, wanted to send him to the dick, I’m not a Shmara, but excitement, and the thirst for sex that swept over me, did my job and I quietly moved on his persuasion. He dragged me into the latrine and barricaded the door. The latrine was clean as we floated on a modern comfortable liner. Having settled down, with my back to the sailor bent over a little, I leaned against the wall and spread my legs. After a couple of seconds, a 25-centimeter sting was thrust into my expiring cunt. After another couple of seconds, this sting was already cracking between my legs, and the sailor was moving his dick so fast that I thought that he would wipe my cunt into powder. From time to time he stopped fucking me, lowered me to my knees and forced me to suck at that, hacking me in the face and calling me fucking fucking.

Some time later, he was so divided that he began to shove me in the anal first with one, and then two fingers. I perceived it painlessly, since I already had anal intercourse with my husband, and I learned to relax the sphincter. Continuing this operation for a few more minutes, it seemed to him that he had worked out my hole well and had previously spit thrown in there into my ass for the most eggs. In the ass, he fucked with the same furious speed and soon ended on the edges of the urinal from where I, on my knees, licked his sperm. After he had finished, he quickly got dressed and did not say a word to me. In the latrine I sat for another 15 minutes and shaved off to my cabin with a distracted point. There was no husband, and I calmly washed out and went to bed. I decided not to talk to my husband. When I woke up, my husband was already on watch, although as a captain, he could stay longer at home and spend time with me.

to be continued