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My wife, Mai, and I got married over ten years ago, when I was 26 and she was 25. Even at that age, we were still a bit naïve, young and innocent, but open to trying new things. Our honeymoon was a cruise, our first, which felt like good value at the time and let us visit several destinations.
During lunch on our second day, we were seated at a table with an older man who introduced himself as Bob, short for Robert he said. We learned he was traveling alone. He was 49, but had a good look about him, fit with distinguished grey hair. He was also talkative in a charismatic way, and even though we tended to be a bit anti-social, we opened up to him and shared stories about our lives.
We bumped into him again the next day at the gym, and after our workout he joined us in the hot tub. This became our routine for the next few days, and we all got to know each other well.
On our last port day, in Jamaica, he offered to give us a tour of the island, since he had spent time there before. We agreed. He rented a car and drove us around like a tour guide. We visited the beach, ate Jamaican jerk chicken, stopped at Margaritaville, and did some souvenir shopping. It was by far our best port stop, and it was all thanks to Bob.
The next day we kept up our gym routine with Bob and arranged to have dinner together at one of the specialty restaurants. Over dinner we joked about our Jamaican stop, and he confessed he’d managed to sneak some marijuana back on board. He invited us to his room to join him.
We were the type who never did drugs and barely even drank, but Bob had become a friend, and we didn’t want to turn him down.
Compared to our little porthole view cabin, he had a balcony which was very nice to sit out on and enjoy the ocean breeze. Even though Mai and I were hesitant to try weed for the first time, we couldn’t refuse our gracious host. I can still remember how Mai said she felt high after only one hit.
We shared the joint between us, and at some point the conversation turned to sex. Bob made a comment about how we must have been keeping busy in our room, since we were on our honeymoon.
Mai blurted out how much I love BJs, and I was surprised at the kind of information we were suddenly divulging to our new friend. We had never talked like that before which I blamed mostly to the weed. But the other thing that shocked me was how aroused I was getting by talking about our sex life, and by hearing how open Bob was about his own experiences in front of my wife.
After smoking, talking and joking, we completely lost track of time. I excused myself to use the bathroom, and when I came out, Mai and Bob were on the bed together. Bob mentioned how tired Mai was and suggested we stay in his room for the night. I didn’t question it and got on the bed with the three of us squeezed together. Bob was still talking and I don’t remember what about, but I started drifting off when I heard a faint smacking sound. I opened my eyes and looked over to see Bob kissing Mai.
I don’t know why I didn’t stop it or get angry, but I froze and watched. Bob noticed me watching, and it was almost as if that were his signal to continue. He felt and groped my newlywed wife and I let him. Mai wasn’t exactly innocent either. She responded to his touches, pushing her hips up, breathing harder, letting out the lightest moans like she was enjoying it.
When Bob exposed his cock, I still didn’t stop it. Mai and I both watched as he slipped on a condom, and before we knew it, he was fucking my wife. It was so intense watching them together that I only realized later I had cum in my pants at some point during it.
We woke up the next morning in Bob’s bed, my wife naked cuddling against his naked body. We returned to our room and eventually talked about what had happened. There was definitely a new understanding between us after that first experience.
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