The more we saw each other having sex with other men, the more in love we became. I was left a sizeable inheritance by a spinster aunt. We deliberated how to spend the money, and eventually decided to have a good holiday and move to a larger house. We found a beautiful furnished, four bedroomed house, with a large secluded back garden. To prevent a 'chain', we decided to rent out our current house to a couple we had had sex with a while ago. It would be fun going back there for more fun, for old times sake.
For our holiday, we chose a cruise to the Mediterranean, and spoiled ourselves by having a luxury cabin. On board, we were shown to our cabin by a very handsome sailor, who wiggled his bum as he walked. I stuffed a sizeable tip into his belt and blew him a kiss. He winked back at us, saying enjoy the trip and nothing would be too much trouble. We settled into our cabin, unpacking, and then made love even before the ship had left the dockside.
For the first two days we kept ourselves to ourselves, exploring the ship, trying the different restaurants, and sunbathing on the sun deck. We were sailing across the Bay of Biscay during the afternoon, thankfully calm, lying on sunloungers in speedos, (I thought Aaron's were too tight as they left little to the imagination), half asleep, when another passenger, Art, started chatting to us. He was a New York American, living in the UK. He said he was travelling alone to get over a break up, and could do with some company. We sat up and introduced ourselves, telling him where we were from in England and making small talk. He was wearing board shorts and a Beastie Boys T-shirt, and had the most beautiful smile. We ordered drinks, and went to sit near the pool. His eyes never left Aaron. After a couple of gins, I let slip that we had an open relationship. He said he wished they had, as it was his boyfriend's cheating that caused the split. "If we thought like you guys, we would still be together". A little merry, and Aaron told him that he was top/versatile and I was mainly a bottom. He said he was a virile top who could cum and cum again without stopping. We invited him to our cabin and were soon out of the few clothes we were wearing. He had a hairless, ripped body, and a good size dick already growing. There wasn't enough room on the bed for three, so I watch them make out. By the time he was fully erect, he was a good 7.5", and thick. After plenty of kissing and foreplay, he rimmed Aaron, then held his left leg up and inched inside, making Aaron groan with pleasure. He seemed to enjoy showing off his prowess. I salivated at the thought of him inside me. He fucked Aaron with gusto, twerking his tight ass, while Aaron jerked. Five minutes later, Aaron shot ribbons of cum everywhere. With a final flourish, Art bred my boyfriend. Aaron and I swapped places and Art set about me without losing his hard on. After kissing me, he worked his way down my body and gave me head, then pushed my legs in the air, rimmed me, held my legs apart, and penetrated. Out of the corner of my eye, Aaron was stroking himself hard again. Art banged away, taking longer second time around, maybe my ring is looser than Aaron's. I came unaided, cum splashing onto my belly. Art upped the pace, his sweat dripping onto me, and pulsed his semen into my bowels. Aaron, hard again, wanted a go, so he turned me over and did me doggy style, and bred me again. I licked him clean as spunk bubbled out of me. We dressed and went back on deck.
The following morning the ship docked in Porto and we had a day to explore the ancient city. It was then a short hop to Gibraltar. We didn't get off the ship there as I hate monkeys. Instead, we sunbathed on board and got a little pissed on gin and tonics. The other passengers were back on board in time for dinner. Art joined us, so we knew what we were in for. He stroked my thigh under the table and got his hand down my shorts while nonchalantly chatting as if nothing were going on. Dinner out of the way, and the three of us were in our cabin again. It was my turn to go first. Aaron played with himself as Art and I made out, then watched as I was mounted and fucked hard. Guessing that Aaron would want to fuck me as well, I refrained from tossing, It didn't help as I came anyway, Art's fat cock rubbing my prostate. Aaron slid in on Art's cum and gave me a good seeing to, determined to show that he was a great lover as well. After twenty minutes, I was bred again, and a little more cum dribbled out of me.
On to Barcelona, where we were given an extra night. We toured the gay quarter, ending up in the Sauna Bruc. We were handed skimpy towels, split up and went to see who was around. There were cabins and dark rooms, and a lounge showing porn. In a large room a guy was being shagged by several men. A cabin had a door open, a guy was getting a blow job. At the end was a large room with black curtains turning it into a maze. Hands groped me as I wandered round. I was confronted by two men, one at the front, the other behind me. They took me to a cabin, where I was placed on a plastic mattress. One of them lubed me, then they took it in turns to fuck me. The thought of S.T.Is never occurred to me. Fortunately, they preferred to cum over my face, so hopefully I would be okay. I was still lying there when Aaron chanced upon me. He had also been fucked, but the guy used a condom. We decided to leave and have sex back on board.
We sailed onto Malta, our final destination in glorious weather. We got chatting to another, older couple, celebrating their 10th anniversary. Ash and Tom were a delight, and enjoyed the gin as much as us. They insisted they were monogamous, and hadn't strayed since they met, though Ash looked guilty. After more drinks, I leant over and gave Tom a kiss. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me closer, Aaron and Ash did the same. We adjourned to separate cabins. In our cabin, Tom explained that this was a one off, but as Ash was also playing away, it would be fine. He was an amazing kisser, and nothing turns me on more. We ended up naked on the bed, with him on top of me. I produced a bottle of lube from under my pillow, and he greased us up and mounted me. He shagged me gently, bringing me to orgasm before climaxing himself. We had just cleaned up when Aaron and Ash returned, looking flushed. We had a group hug and agreed to meet again. We managed to stay by ourselves for two days, before Art found us. We went to his cabin, where he fucked me first, then Aaron. The day before getting home, we met with Ash and Tom once more, swapping partners. It was a little awkward, as we were both bottoms, so we ended up wanking and blowing one another. Not so Aaron and Tom, who fucked each other.
Back home, we returned to our new home, needing a holiday to get over the holiday, but we had another week before going back to work. We spent the week shopping for bits and pieces for our home. Checking our emails, that we had ignored while we were away, the gays who were renting our old house invited us over for a meal, and maybe more. It would make a fitting way to end holiday. We took along flowers and wine, uncertain how the evening would develop. Gerry and Graham couldn't have been nicer. Gerry was a brilliant cook. After clearing up, we went to the lounge. Once again, it was Aaron who was the centre of their interest, but I didn't mind as I was proud to be his partner. Little had to be said, after a glass or two, Gerry led Aaron to bed, and I went with Graham. Upstairs, there was soon moaning coming from both rooms. We had had them years ago, but they were now more experienced. Graham seemed to know exactly what turned me on, and he made love to me as if we were partners. I later found out that Gerry and Aaron had flip fucked, and Gerry had bred Aaron. We stayed the night, it was strange sleeping in the spare room of the house we once owned. In the morning, we swapped partners, and fucked again. Gerry was a very attentive lover. We have invited them to 'christen' our new house, and I can't wait.
