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"I think you'll find more than just a drink in my cabin," he whispered, rubbing the beginnings of a huge hard-on against her hip.

"Lead on!"

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! Pam thought. Fuck him and suck him so hard that he can't even get it up for another woman!

"Well, darling… here we are!"

Ken smiled and lightly kissed his wife's cheek while his hand patted her beautiful ass. "Why don't you unpack while I go get us a couple of drinks?"

"Oh Ken!"

"What's the matter now?"

"You just want to meet that little blonde!"

"Jesus, honey, how can you say that?"

"Because, there's a portable bar right here," Pam hissed and then dropped the anger in her voice and replaced it with a sultry growl. "And I'm right here. Unzip me, darling!"

Ken reached up and unzipped his wife's dress. He watched as she shrugged her shoulders and the garment slowly slid down the beautiful curve of her body. He reached down the length of her long, shapely legs and playfully brought his hand up the inside of her half slip, pushing the hem up.

"Mmmmm," she giggled, jumping forward on her husband's fingertips. "You do want me, don't you, darling?"

"You bet I do," Ken smiled. And he did. That blonde, Jewell Maxwell, and her come-hither look had really turned him on. He'd nail Pam and then slip down to the bar and see if he could line the Maxwell girl up for a little pussy after Pam went to sleep that night.

"Oh, oh, oh, Kenny! I love you, darling!" Pam turned suddenly and flung herself at her husband, pinning him to the bed. She kissed him hard, cutting off the laugh he was teasingly giving her.

This is the way, Pam thought, this is the way to keep your husband! Down deep she knew that Ken loved her and she loved him.

But, as they kissed, the old doubts flooded her brain for the millionth time. Was the magic going out of their marriage? Had they grown old hat to each other? Had the excitement of their sex life lost its luster? Had Ken become bored with her?

He didn't seem to be now, not with his heated lips pressed so tightly to hers, or the quiet moanings from deep in his throat as his rising dick stretched against her leg. She was being foolish, she decided. He loved her more than ever. She darted her tongue deep into his mouth, feeling the roof of his mouth and his tongue with her tongue tip.

Ken turned his head away and smiled at his wife. She returned his smile coyly, the fire in her eyes telling him that he was wanted and wanted badly. His hands slid along her sides and then cupped the tight cheeks of her ass. He moved his fingers higher, finding the tight elastic band of her panties.

Pam squirmed, pushing her hot cunt into his hardening prick. She rotated her hips, nibbling his ear and neck with her mouth, and her hands gripped his shirt tightly with desire.

Then, suddenly, she stood up. She arched her back and unsnapped her bra. The white cups fell from her tits and she stood with the ruby tips pointing at her panting husband. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and half slip and removed them in one easy, graceful motion. She caressed her full, rounded hips with her palms. Then, without a word, she lay down beside Ken.

"Darling," she whispered softly. "Hurry, please, darling, now!" She squirmed her ass cheeks down into the mattress.

Ken pulled off his clothes without even getting off the bed. Then he knelt, naked, between his wife's splayed leg. His thick, blood-tilled cock stood out hugely from his forest of pubic hair.

"Mmmmm," Pam said softly. "That was quick, honey!"

"I'm ready – ready right now," Ken grinned down at her.

He roamed his hands over her thighs and tits. They stopped to tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down into the valley between her high-set, firm tits.

He leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and crushed his mouth against her cunt, trying to suck up every drop of her pussy juice.

"Is that the way you want me, honey… with your tongue?"

"No!" he growled.

"How then? Tell me how, Ken!"

"Hard!" he replied hoarsely. "Deep and hard, right up to the hilt!"

"Oh, Kenny, fuck me now! I want you inside me now!" Pam gasped.

He drew her closer. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his fleshy dick. She strained the full length of her body against him, grinding and, pushing, and then she spread her legs wide.

His cock poised against the snug lips of her waiting cunt. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her pussy flesh until its knob rested against her cuntal entrance.

"There, Ken, right there!"

He lunged forward, his hips thrusting as he drove into her pussy and felt the hot, rubbery meat clasp around his cock.

"Uhhhh!" she murmured, trying to take more of him.

Ken levered his massive dick to the full length of her cuntal meat. It was warm and tight. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen cock-head hit her cervix. His cum-bloated balls crashed against the firm cheeks of her ass. He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, impaled by his driving cock.

"Oh, God, oh, God!" he groaned, grinding his prick into her savagely.

"Oooohhhhhh, Ken, Ken, you feel so good! So good!" Pam whimpered in his ear, and then licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yessssss!"

She gave another gasp and fucked herself tighter to his driving fuck, until it sank to her soft, fleshy cunt completely. He worked around and around in her, feeling the ridges of her pussy around his smooth, sliding cock.

"Oh, fuck meeee! Split my pussy open with your cock, darling!"

She held him tightly in her strong legs, clamping her thighs around his hips. She began to babble incoherently. Her knees drew up as she raised herself even more to his battering dick. Her cunt bucked wildly against his ramming prick as she rode his cock as though she never wanted to stop.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh God, I'm… I'm going to… going to commmmmmme!" She began to vibrate uncontrollably as a deep-throated groan erupted from her chest.

Ken's cum churned though his boiling balls, through the tube of his cock, and surged into his wife's wildly clasping cunt.

He shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the cheeks of her ass closer to his pumping hips as he beat a wild tattoo against her with his emptying balls.

Pam wailed into his mouth, her thighs jerking against his belly while he shot his load of juice violently into her. Finally, he collapsed across her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings.

"You can fix us those drinks now, darling."

"Yeah… yeah, sure, honey."

Ken rolled his sweating body from the bed and across to the bar. Again he thought of the big-titted, young blonde, Jewell Maxwell.

Later, he mused, later I'll see if I can catch her.

Right now he was too beat. Jesus Christ, can this woman fuck!

"Sorry I can't offer you anything more fancy than this," Don said.

"Oh, that's all right. Liquor is liquor no matter how you dress it up."

With the first sip of her drink, Jewell was reminded of her desire. It flooded though her body, warming it mote then the liquor. She was seated on the edge of the bed, with Don in a chair across from her. Their knees were almost touching. The gentle, rocking motion of the ship was rubbing the rough bedspread against her pussy through her panties and thin skirt, Jewell wondered how long it would take for a puddle of posy juice to form under her as.

"What do you do, Jewell?"

"You mean, 'work'?" He nodded. "Well, I was a whore. But I gave it away so often that I never made much money. So I had to get a job. For the last five years I've just fucked for fun. I lost my job, so now I guess I'm just a world traveler looking for the perfect cock."