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First Published: 31 October 2014

Holiday 2014
Holiday 2014 by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Masturbation, Swinging

James sprung a surprise on me for our holiday in twenty-fourteen; he had told me that we were going to tour Scotland, our usual annual holiday away from the children, paid for by James's parents while they looked after our children for two weeks.

Well, I may not be brilliant at geography but I guessed something was wrong when James drove south instead of north from our village. Eventually we turned up at Tilbury docks and dropped our suitcases off at the cruise passenger terminal, as we drove the car the mile or so to the car park just opposite Tilbury railway station but still within the port area. The cruise company provided shuttle buses to run car passengers back to the terminal to have passports checked before getting on board the ship.

It was like organised chaos around the terminal building, cars turning up to drop off cases, shuttle buses running back and forth and even four National Express coaches dropping off around two hundred people and eight hundred large suitcases at once. We sat in the waiting room for our call through into the immigration hall to have our passports checked.

I asked James where we were going on the ship and he pointed to an advertising board showing an itinerary for the cruise company showing that the ship would be calling in at Invergordon for Inverness and then on to Stornoway on the Isle of Lewis, Tobernory on the Isle of Mull, Dublin in Southern Ireland, St Mary's in the Scilly Isles, St Peter's Port in Guernsey and Honfleur in France before returning to Tilbury.

Well, if I'm totally honest I wasn't looking forward to taking a cruise on a ship but basically we would be sticking reasonably close to the coast of England for most of the time so I didn't expect too many problems. We were guided to our cabin by a delightful young Filipino man who told us his name was Wan and he would be our cabin steward for our journey.

We set sail at four o'clock in the afternoon, sailed slowly along the Thames Estuary while standing at our lifeboat station, performing a lifeboat drill which was apparently a mandatory requirement of all ocean going cruises but didn't fill me with much confidence and brought back visions of the Titanic in my mind.

The advert I had seen in the waiting room at Tilbury Cruise Terminal had said that the first day was a full day at sea, so I had to kind of gird my loins for that prospect. James talked me into going up on the sun deck so that he could point out the points of interest on the west coast of England as we sailed along but at six o'clock we had to go down to our cabin to get ready for dinner, the dress was casual as it was the first day at sea.

In our cabin, James went into the bathroom first and washed and changed while I lay on my bed watching TV. There was something strange about the constant vibration of the ships massive engines, I'd felt a little of it up on the sun deck but once I was lying on my bed it really started to get to me, it seemed to resonate inside my lower abdomen, making me feel slightly uncomfortable but also, well, let's just say that I was getting a tingle in a part of my body that I didn't usually tingle in.

After James finished dressing for dinner I did the same, again in the privacy of the bathroom. In the Waldorf Restaurant on Deck six, one deck up from our cabin, we were sat at a table for eight people that we would be spending our dinners with for the entirety of the cruise. Over the seven course dinner everyone was intent on getting to know the other people at the table, the strangers that would share their world for the duration of the cruise and the destination was never mentioned.

James and I were the youngest at the table and the only two that had never cruised before. The other three men were all flirts, fortunately they were mainly flirting with their own wives rather than with me as I would have found that very uncomfortable.

There was talk of the show after dinner or going for drinks in the Captain's club lounge but as soon as coffee had been served the ship suddenly got very bouncy, Ray, a retired RAF pilot said we must be going over cobble stones but I was feeling decidedly queasy at the pitch and toss of the boat so I said I needed to lie down.

I went to bed at eight o'clock, James escorted me to our cabin but he left me to take a wander around the ship while I got ready for bed. Our beds were aligned with the keel of the ship so every time the bow went up on a wave, I slid towards the headboard of the bed and as the ship dropped into the trough between the waves; I slid towards the bathroom wall. The motion of the ship, the motion of my body and the vibration of the engines all conspired to play tricks on my body making me very turned on, a state that I was totally unused to dealing with.

Well, I hardly slept all night and my inner body was driving me mad, at midnight there was an announcement that as the ship was sailing through a gale force seven sea, they had turned the lifts off and were asking passengers to move around the ship carefully, especially on the stairs.

At seven o'clock in the morning James and I went to breakfast in the Waldorf restaurant, I lifted the cover off of the bacon and felt sick, then I saw the huge dish of scrambled eggs and had to put my hand over my mouth and rush back to our cabin, grabbing one of the sick bags as I passed along the passageways. There was a handrail all around every walkway on the ship and every three feet along the rail was a sick bag popped over the rail.

I stopped feeling sick once I got back into bed but as soon as I got back into bed I became turned on all over again. James left me to my misery while he went to lectures on Criminal activities given by a retired Detective Inspector from the Metropolitan Police and another lecture on the Vikings.

I had never done it before in my life but after putting up with about sixteen hours of being turned on I had to use my fingers to cure the itch and save my sanity. James stopped by the cabin just as I had given myself an orgasm so he almost caught me mid-flow as it were. My climax only took the edge off of my ardour and within an hour I was desperate all over again but daren't masturbate again in case James or the cabin steward caught me.

James asked me if I would like any lunch and I heaved at the thought of food but still managed to keep the contents of my stomach in place so James wandered off looking for food. A moment later the door opened again and Wan stepped into the room, "Sorry madam, I thought you and sir had gone to lunch, would you like the room made up or should I leave it for today?"

"You can start to make up the room; I'll be out of your way in a moment."

Wan brought in his little trolley full of cloths and brushes and started cleaning the bathroom. I noticed that every time Wan swapped cloths or brushes from his trolley he would look in my direction, starting at my feet and looking along my legs to the hem of my dress before returning to cleaning out the bathroom. Every time he looked along my legs I got a shiver through my body and an overwhelming desire to open my legs so he could see more and a little voice at the back of my head kept saying, over and over again, 'Go on, just give him a little flash!'. As it was the little voice that had told me that it would be safe to masturbate and had encouraged me to slip out of my knickers and had almost got me caught by James I decided to move before I was talked into something far worse than masturbating by my inner voice.

Just at the point that I moved, swung my legs off of the bed Wan looked out from the bathroom again and from the smile on his face, I knew that I had flashed him even without meaning too, the little voice in my head laughed at me. I rushed from the room, squeezing between Wan's cleaning trolley and the bathroom doorway. I ran down the passageway and turned the corner before stopping dead in my tracks.

I was wearing a dress that was quite short and as I had turned the corner at speed just at the point of a combined pitch and roll of the ship I crashed into the wall and slipped to the floor with my skirt up around my hips. Fortunately I was alone in the passageway so no one saw my embarrassment. Then it dawned on me, my knickers were still on the bed by my pillow and Wan was about to make my bed and was going to find my knickers, knickers that I had worn for six hours while I was totally turned on, I dreaded to think just what state they would be in.

Before I could gather my wits and push my dress back down to hide my shame, the Captain made an announcement over the public address system, "Apologies from the bridge ladies and gentlemen, we've just passed the port of Hortshals and the wave that broke so many dishes in the restaurants a few moments ago was the North Sea's last gasp attempt to disrupt the ship, we would hope that things will calm down now that we're in calmer waters."

I picked myself up, dusted myself off and returned to my cabin, Wan's cleaning cart was now in the passageway outside of my cabin doorway, I peered in and saw Wan at the head of my bed, he was inspecting my knickers, feeling the crotch, I saw his smile reflected in the mirror and then he raised my knickers to his nose and sniffed at the crotch. His right hand slipped down to the front of his trousers as he sniffed my wet gusset over and over again.

There was no way that I could go back into my cabin now, not after seeing Wan sniffing my knickers, I'd just have to move around the ship carefully. 'There's a shop up on deck eight, it's probably open at this time of the day while we're at sea' I tried to shush my inner voice but I reasoned that for the first time my inner voice was probably right and I had seen clothes in the window of the shop when I past it when we first boarded the ship.

I went to the lift, went to press the call button but there was a notice on the door saying that the lifts had been closed due to rough seas so I would have to use the stairs, the ship started to rock and roll a little less so the stairs wouldn't prove a problem like they would have thirty minutes earlier when the ship was pretending to be a bucking bronco, there was a bit of a problem though, the stairs were all open tread, so someone walking up from deck four, the crew's quarters, would be able to see right up my short dress if they looked backwards.

I took three steps and then jumped back off as a group of men started the climb up from deck four. I waited a few moments and then, when I felt that the coast was clear; I made a run for it and reached deck six just as a man started to climb up from deck five so I had to just run for it and hope that no one looked up as I was moving between decks. The shops were open but the shop selling clothing was called a boutique and as such, their lingerie line was a little younger than I had expected, especially as the average age of the women on the ship seemed to be sixty-five years old.

They didn't have a huge range of knickers and bras, a few things and Basques and shelf bras; I found one pair of bikini-brief panties, bright lemon with a blushing smiley-face in red on the front. Not exactly my first choice of underwear but then beggars can't be choosers, I took them to the counter and then remembered that I didn't have my handbag with me, no money and no cruise card, "I'm sorry, I'll need to return to my cabin and fetch my handbag, can you keep these to one side please?"

I had no idea why I had said that, if I had to go back to my cabin I could simply get some of my own knickers, well, I could if Wan was out of the way that is.

"No problem madam, what is your cabin number?"

She typed my cabin number into her till, James's face flashed up, she pressed another key and my face was displayed. Two till receipts were printed out, I had to sign one and hand it back and keep the other for my own records.

I grabbed the bag with the knickers in and ran for one of the public toilets to climb into the lemon monstrosities. The sea was getting calmer and calmer, I could see land on both sides of the ship in the distance and assumed that we were sailing between two of the Hebridean Islands, or the Scottish main land and an island and that could explain why it was suddenly much calmer now.

By the time I returned to the cabin Wan had finished cleaning and I searched high and low but I couldn't find my dirty knickers anywhere. I climbed back onto my bed and fell asleep very quickly and slept for most of the afternoon, at least I wasn't bothered by that pervasive itch between my legs while I was sleeping. By seven o'clock I was starting to feel hungry again and the ship had stopped pitching and tossing and there was no roll either. The calmer sea made the journey a lot more comfortable but the vibrations were playing on my body still and now without the nausea putting me off, the effect of the vibrations on my body had doubled and the itch between my thighs was almost unbearable.

By seven-thirty I was ready to face a little dinner but not the seven courses that they would serve in the Waldorf Restaurant so I talked James into missing the Captains cocktail party and gala dinner and we ate in Marco's Restaurant so I could eat a small meal with little fuss, the problem with Marco's Restaurant was that it was at the stern of the ship, closer to the source of the vibration. As I ate I had to keep squeezing my thigh muscles together and relaxing them, bringing myself closer and closer to an orgasm but slightly mitigating the itch.

Once I worked out that the vibration was worse at the rear of the ship I eagerly volunteered to go the after dinner show in the show lounge. Not to see the show exactly but because the show lounge was right at the front of the ship and in the very back row, the view of the stage wasn't brilliant but the vibration from the engines was the least noticeable of anywhere else on the ship.

We went to bed straight after the show at about ten o'clock I tried to get to sleep as fast as I could before the vibrating of the engine working on my body drove me mad again. I'd been successful in getting to sleep but at about three o'clock in the morning I heard James whispering my name, I guessed that the vibrating of the ship's engine was having the same effect on my husband as it was having on me, the chances were that he was so turned on that he was going to ask me for sex, even in a single bed and I couldn't remember the last time we had sex.

"Isabella."

He called my name louder this time but all I wanted to do was go back to sleep before the vibrating of the ship made me answer him and risk him wanting to grunt on top of me for fifteen seconds. Well! We had an inside cabin so in theory it should have been dark inside especially at night but, the cabin door was such a bad fit in the frame that it looked like there were four fluorescent tubes set around the door and James's bed was pretty well illuminated, my bed was in the darker area of the cabin, shielded from the light by the bathroom walls. I was totally covered by the duvet, just my nose poking out. James wasn't trying to attract my attention; he was checking that I was sleeping.

I couldn't believe what he was doing, it was three AM and James was , well, I had to guess what he was doing because it was under the cover of his duvet but it certainly looked like my husband was laying there wanking himself off under his covers. Well, it wasn't under covers for long, he pushed his duvet back and his body jerked and then in a shaft of light from the cabin door I saw a jet of semen shoot out of his cock and land on the front of his pyjama jacket. I'd never seen my husband masturbate before but I had expected more, just one spasm, one jet of semen and it was all over, no sound, no sign of heavy breathing, nothing.

James rushed into the bathroom and wiped his cock as well as the front of his pyjamas, I asked him if he was okay as he stepped out of the bathroom wiping a wet tissue down the front of his pyjama top to try and get rid of the evidence of his jerking off.

"Nothing, I just needed to use the bathroom and got splash-back from the tap in the sink."

I turned over and fought to get back to sleep, the image of my husband masturbating and the throbbing of the ship's engines was driving me crazy, I was trying not to squeeze my thighs together, if I started to take care of the need between my legs it would stop my getting back to sleep so I just had to try and empty my mind completely.

James and I were both ready for breakfast by six o'clock in the morning; I was expecting to be somewhere close to Invergordon so I was expecting to see steep banks covered in heather and gorse, Invergordon was a very small town with little industry and no high-rise buildings so I was surprised that we were entering a large harbour area that looked like it was at the side of a large city not a small Scottish town.

After we'd finished eating breakfast there was an announcement over the ships public address system that we now had immigration clearance to leave the ship. James was suddenly in a hurry to get back to our cabin, he was planning on visiting Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek and the Royal Palace, neither seemed particularly Scottish to me and that's when James admitted that we were actually in Copenhagen and not Invergordon. I turned down James's offer of a trip to an art gallery and a palace, I said that I'd stay on the ship and try and catch up on a little sleep.

The gangplank was on our deck, quite close to our cabin so I walked with James to watch him leave the ship, he didn't need his passport, just his cabin card and his picture flashed up on the security officers computer screen and he was set to being off the ship. I returned to our cabin and Wan was there cleaning, I spotted the terrible yellow knickers had been placed on top of my bed and they were open, exposing the gusset and as Wan was cleaning he kept going back to my panties and touching the staining from many hours of my inner lubrication because I was so turned on.

I blushed, grabbed my handbag and headed for the gangplank to get off the ship. I could see a line of passengers from the ship heading into the town centre from the port's gate. I turned in the opposite direction to the line of passengers and walked into a residential district just outside of the port area. After walking for thirty minutes I was just about to retrace my steps back to the ship when I spotted a small row of shops and decided to do a little window shopping, well, that was the only kind of shopping I could do as I only had English currency, I didn't even know what I would need to buy stuff in Copenhagen.

The shops were mainly closed even though it was passed nine o'clock in the morning. One of the shops had its windows obscured, inside of the windows there was a pink film stuck to the inside of the glass and in the centre of each sheet of glass there was the silhouette of a woman, probably a naked woman judging by how slim the silhouette was. As I was about to walk past the door of the shop a man walked out and dropped a cardboard box into a rubbish bin, when he saw me he smiled and said "God morgen" to me.

Well, there was no mistaking what he had said to me even though I didn't understand their language so I responded in English with a "Good morning" of my own.

"English, you are English, yes?

I nodded my head.

"You here on holiday or working?"

"Holiday, I'm on a cruise ship."

"You must be on the Marco Polo then, that's the only ship due in today, I get lots of the crew from that ship in my shop but they won't get off the ship until lunchtime. Come in and have a look around my shop, I give the best prices to the Marco Polo customers."

"I'm just looking around; I didn't even bring any of your currency out with me today."

"Well, come inside anyway, have a look around, my goods are of the very best quality, best prices in all of Denmark and a few things that only I sell in all of the country."

I really wanted to get back to the ship, I knew that Wan would have been finished cleaning my cabin by now and I also knew that James would be off the ship until the last moment so I might be able to get some privacy to masturbate myself and do a proper job of it, perhaps even enough to stop the vibrations of the ship driving me mad.

'Go on, go in his shop, you know that you were curious what kind of shop it is with the way the windows have been covered so no one can see inside.' There was that damned voice in my head again but this time it was right, I was curious why they needed to cover the windows in that way.

I allowed the man to guide me into his shop and as soon as I entered I froze to the spot. This was like no other shop that I had ever set foot in in my life before. I had heard of sex shops and had an image in my mind of what a sex shop might look like but the reality was totally different to anything I could ever have imagined. I knew there was a thing called a dildo and a thing called a vibrator, in my head they could both be the same thing or they might be two different things but I had no idea really.

Just inside the doorway into the shop there was a display case with a glass front and inside the case there were forty dildos of varying kinds and next to that there was a rack of men's magazines and then another display case with thirty vibrators in it. Well, I was totally confused, not only by the sizes and shapes of the various fake cocks but also why they were separated into two different areas when, to me, they all looked the same and both cases had varying sizes from tiny to huge.

'Go on, ask him what the differences are' I tried to shush the tiny voice in my head, 'Go on, you really want to know and it isn't like you'll ever see the man again, ask him' The man had been sitting behind the till by the doorway but had disappeared into a small room at the rear of the shop through a beaded curtain. I went over to the curtain and pushed it to one side tentatively to look beyond. The area beyond the curtain was larger than it had seemed, there was a corridor with six doors close together to the left and a single room to the right where the man was standing at a sink, he looked over his shoulder and saw me.

"Would you like a coffee?"

I was shocked; I'd been shopping all of my life but had never been invited to take a cup of coffee with the sales assistant before. He beckoned me to join him in the back room and he handed me a cup, half full of thick black coffee. He used a machine to froth milk while I put two sugars into the tar like coffee and as I stirred the sugar in he poured in the hot, frothy milk.

"My name is Adam; may I ask you your good name please?"

"Isabella."

The coffee had looked foul before the milk was added but it didn't taste too bad. Adam gestured to a high stool at the side of the sink unit and I sat on it, as soon as I did Adam's eyes flashed down to my knees and then followed the exposed flesh up to the hem of my dress and he tried very hard to see further up until I put my hand on my lap and pushed the material of my dress down between my legs, just to stop him trying to see higher up my dress. 'Go on, ask him.'

We made small talk as we drank coffee and the little voice in my head kept up the barrage in my head to ask Adam what the difference was between a dildo and a vibrator but I tried hard to ignore it. There was a buzzer sounding and Adam looked up above the doorway out onto the passageway beyond, there was a TV screen above the door and I could see a man walking into the shop, past the rack of dildos, past the rack of magazines and the vibrators, he crossed to a stand with DVDs in it and began to flick through the contents of the rack.

"He is early today, I think he is from your ship, he comes in here about once a fortnight, I don't know why he looks through the rack of DVDs there, he never wants to watch any of them, he always looks for something more special."

Adam left his cup of coffee at the side of my cup and wandered off into the shop. He stopped at the cash desk and the customer walked over to him, as they talked at the till I recognised the man from the TV, it was Wan my cabin steward. Adam returned to the small kitchen and unlocked a large metal cupboard and searched through several hundred DVDs that were stacked on a shelf in the cupboard along with several piles of magazines as well.

Adam selected four DVDs and was heading for the door when he saw that I was twisting my head trying to see what the pictures were on the front of the DVDs. When Adam realised that I was interested in seeing what he was trying to sell to his customer he stopped and turned the DVD cases towards me. I couldn't understand the titles but one case had the picture of a pig and a blond woman on it, another had a horse and two naked women, the third was a dog and a naked woman and the last was two donkeys and several women.

"He's feeling like animal stories today it seems."

Adam took the four DVDs out to Wan and showed him, Wan nodded his head and money was handed over, I had expected Adam to place the DVDs into a bag for Wan to take back to the ship but he returned to the kitchen with the four DVDs. He told Wan to go to booth number one as he walked through the beaded curtain. Inside the kitchen Adam set the timer on a bank of DVD players and popped the four DVDs into four different trays in a stack of DVD players that were all marked 'Cabin #1'.

'Go on, ask him what the difference is between a dildo and a vibrator.'

"Erm Adam, I know that you're going to think I'm very dumb but I noticed that you have two display cabinets in the shop, to me they both look like they have the same things in them but one is marked dildos and the other is marked vibrators, what is the difference between the two?"

Adam gestured with his head for me to follow him, he opened the dildo cabinet and took out one dildo, then he opened the vibrator cabinet and took out what looked like the exact same toy, an imitation of an eight inch long, three inch circumference pink cock. Both were passed to me, one in each hand. The vibrator felt a little colder and a little more solid, the dildo felt softer, warmer and far less rigid, far more like a real cock.

"You see the difference?"

"Well, not really!"

"Squeeze them both."

I closed my hands over both sex toys, the vibrator had no give in it but the Dildo was far more flexible. Adam reached out and twisted the base of the vibrator and it burst into life in my hand causing me to drop it but Adam was ready for it and caught the vibrator just a few inches below my hand.

"And there you have the main difference between the two, the dildo is a manual device, the vibrator is motorised!"

Adam was laughing at the look on my face at the vibrator that I had just dropped.

"Once you have decided on the motorised or manual type the rest is down to preference and feeling. The dildo is more like a real cock, it is usually soft rubber and so feels warmer, some are very flexible and can be bent almost double."

Adam took a second dildo from the cabinet, it was over eighteen inches long and had a cockhead moulded into both ends, he bent it double and then tied it in a simple knot.

"The ladies who work around here often use this one to put on shows for customers, both women using the dildo at the same time while the customer watches."

"Customers?"

"This is a red light district, sailors from the ships in the port come around here to pay for sex, the ladies who work here get all of their supplies from my shop."

Adam pointed to a large box at the side of his counter, "Even their condoms are purchased in bulk from me."

The box proclaimed that it contained one hundred and forty-four Kondoms med saeddraebende kvaliteter. Well, I guessed that Kondom was the same as our Condom but as for the rest, it was all Dutch to me!

"Would you like to try one out?"

"What?"

"I have disinfectant in the back room, I can clean one for you and you could see if you like it, which type would you like to try? Or you could take both types."

"No, thanks for the offer but I couldn't possibly do that."

"Sure you can, I see that you keep looking at number seventeen, here, let me clean it for you and you can use one of my cabins just to see how you get on with it."

Number seventeen was an eight inch long dildo with bollocks attached and on the end of the bollocks there was a large suction cup to stick the dildo down to a solid surface. My mouth went dry in an instant, just seeing the thing and having Adam suggest that I could try it out almost gave me an orgasm. 'You know that you want to try it! Tell Adam you want to try it out.'

I felt my face colour up, Adam was watching me closely as I was having a silent argument with my inner voice, in the end, Adam took my elbow and guided me back to his kitchen, he used a spray disinfectant all over the dildo, then he washed it under the hot water tap before using paper kitchen towels to dry it off, then he pushed it down onto the counter at the side of the sink, opened a drawer and took out a foil wrapped condom, opened it and rolled it down on the dildo.

"Here, feel this."

Adam took my hand and placed it on the balls of the dildo.

"Try and pull it off!"

It felt like it had been super glued to the counter top, no matter how hard I pulled it wouldn't budge.

"To get it off again, just pull here."

Adam was pointing to a small tag at the side of the suction cup. I lifted the little tag, there was the sound of air rushing into the suction cup and the dildo almost jumped off of the counter all by itself. I was mow holding the dildo by its balls, just looking at it about three inches away from my face. Adam took my elbow and guided me out of the kitchen, down the passage to the second door from the kitchen. The door to cabin number two opened outwards into the passageway, my bright red face appeared in a mirror mounted on the back of the door. The cabin wasn't very deep, it had a solid plastic seat moulded into the rear wall unit and above the seat was a TV screen.

The customer obviously sat on the seat with the TV above their head and watched the picture through the mirror. The room was small but there was a bucket with a milky looking liquid in it, a mop, a roll of kitchen paper towels and a flip top rubbish bin. Adam pointed to the seat, there was a flat face right at the front of the seat.

"Stick the dildo down on there, kneel on the seat to use the dildo or just turn your back and sit down."

Adam pressed another condom into the palm of my hand, "Just in case you need it!" Then he closed the door and left me alone in the video booth. Cabin number one was on the left hand side of me and I could hear music coming through the wall, music and the sound of sexual intercourse. I pressed the dildo down onto the seat and just stood there looking at it, 'Go on, take your knickers off and kneel on the seat.' I shook my head even though I was alone in the cabin. 'Go on, take your knickers off, sit on the dildo!

I was still certain that I wasn't going to use the dildo but I allowed the little voice in my head to talk me into taking my knickers off. It took me almost twenty minutes before I finally sat down on the dildo, the girth of it took my breath away and made me gasp, it was far fatter than my husband's cock and about the same length.

When I was as low down on the dildo as I could get I realised that the sound from cabin number one was louder than when I stood up. Because the TV in my booth wasn't turned on the little room was in total darkness and because of the additional sound from my left I looked closely at the wall and found that there was a two inch diameter hole in the thin wall between the two booths. I bent down slightly and saw Wan in the flickering light from his TV screen. Wan was sitting right back in his seat, his trousers were open and he had his cock in his hand and he was masturbating himself.

I watched Wan with the huge dildo up my fanny, all I was doing was rocking back and forth on the dildo and it was giving me far more pleasure than sex with my husband ever had but then sex with my husband had always been missionary position and over very quickly. Because of the poor light in Wan's cabin I hadn't spotted that he wasn't exactly using his hand to masturbate, when one particularly bright scene in the film he was watching lit his booth up I realised that he was actually holding my new yellow knickers in his hand, the dirty gusset of my panties wrapped tightly around his rod.

I have to say that when I saw that Wan was using my own knickers to masturbate himself I actually had an orgasm and as I climaxed I started to lift up higher and drop all of my weight down onto the dildo, crushing my clitoris against the dildo's fake balls. I started to make a noise during my orgasm for the first time in my life and strangely, my own noise actually drove me on to climax even harder, making my orgasm stronger and taking my climax to an even higher point.

Wan must have heard me over the sound of his video because he stopped wanking and leaned forward to look through the hole in the wall. I was really glad that my cabin was in total darkness so that Wan couldn't see who I was, just the outline of me bouncing up and down on that dildo. Wan looked through the hole for a few seconds before standing up at the side of his seat and sliding his cock through the thin wall.

'Touch his cock' my inner voice whispered to me, I didn't argue, I reached out and took Wan's cock in my hand and rubbed his crown softly in my palm.

"Let me fuck you!"

Came through the wall from my left, 'Adam gave you an extra condom so that Wan could fuck you through the wall! I gasped at that realisation and fumbled in the little pocket at the front of my dress to find the condom. I unwrapped it and rolled it down Wan's cock before pulling my cunt off of the dildo and backing onto Wan's cock.

As soon as Wan felt my velvet glove surrounding his cock he started to fuck me hard through the wall. He fucked me for about fifteen minutes; I think he would have fucked me for longer if he hadn't received a telephone call at that moment. I couldn't understand what Wan said into his phone but he suddenly sped up his thrusting through the wall and finished off quite quickly. My eyes were tightly closed as I was going through about my tenth separate orgasm so I totally missed Adam opening the door to my cabin. Adam was standing in the passageway watching me getting fucked from behind by one of his customers in a video booth.

Wan finished off, his cock shrank rapidly before he could pull his cock and condom out of my pussy so his cock slipped out leaving the condom stuck inside my cunt. Wan was in a desperate hurry to leave, Adam closed my door as Wan opened his, I heard a conversation in English, Adam told Wan that he still had thirty minutes left and he couldn't get a refund.

"That's okay. I just got a call back to the ship, they are running a surprise inspection of deck five, we've all got to get back to guide the hotel captain through our cabins. Your girl was excellent, here, give her this for me please."

I pulled the condom out of my cunt and dropped it into the bin; there were already four condoms in the bin from other users of the video booth. I stepped into my knickers and waited a few minutes before I left the room after I was sure that Wan would have left the store. When I got out into the shop Adam was grinning at me.

"I had hoped to be the one to fuck you but you gave my customer a good time, he'll be back again next trip and he'll bring his friends in the hope to meet you again, so it's all good. He gave me some money to give you a gift as a thanks for the fuck, so here, this is for you."

Adam gave me a box in a brown paper bag, I looked in the top of the bag, there was a boxed dildo the same model as the one I had used in the cabin. I left the shop quickly clutching my brown paper covered gift before Adam decided that he wanted to fuck me after all even after I'd fucked Wan. 'What will James say when he finds out that you let the cabin steward fuck you in the back room of a sex shop?' The little voice said in my head, 'James won't find out, I'm not going to say anything!' 'You might not but I probably will!' 'You will not!'

I suddenly realised that people were looking at me as I walked along the dockside road so I told my inner voice to shut up and headed for the terminal building. At the door I saw two passengers in front of me going through to the ship, one of them set off the metal detector and was called back, his bag, coat and shoes were sent through the scanner.

I stepped back outside of the terminal, when I had felt the dildo in the store it had felt quite flexible, it didn't feel like there would be any metal in it, I took a deep breath, then I pushed the massive package into my hand bag and walked back into the terminal. My cruise card was inspected by the immigration officer and I was passed through to security. I placed my handbag on the conveyor belt and as my bag went through the scanner I walked through the metal detector.

I watched the face of the security guy turn into a smile, then he called his partner over to look at his screen, they both had a discussion in Dutch before my handbag popped out of the other end of the scanner. I headed off to my cabin; Wan was walking from cabin to cabin with an officer checking through the sixteen cabins that Wan looked after and the passageways outside. The officer was wearing white cotton gloves and was wiping them over the tops of all of the doors then looking at his fingers to see if they were still clean.

As soon as they passed my cabin I ran in and closed the door, locking it behind me. My body was tingling all over from everything that had happened during the morning and even though I had given myself two or three orgasms and Wan had fucked me to several more I still needed to test out my new dildo to see how it performed in the privacy of my cabin.

I locked the cabin door and stripped off totally, I fought the packaging to get the dildo out of its box but it took me ages because I was being clumsy in my eagerness to get at it. I jumped on the bed, opened my legs and plunged the dildo into my cunt, I climaxed almost instantly and then fucked myself mercilessly until my arms ached and I had to stop even though I could have carried on far longer if my arms had held out.

I had three problems, the first was the packaging from the dildo, I couldn't just drop it in the bin in the cabin, the bin wouldn't be emptied until dinner time when Wan came back to the cabin to change the towels and turn down the beds. The second was, where the hell could I hide the dildo in the small cabin, there was no place that I could guarantee that James wouldn't look. The third was, after thirty-five years of nothing, my cunt was sore as hell from one morning's action.

I washed the dildo in the bathroom and dried it on a hand towel and then found an old plastic carrier bag, placed the dildo inside, then I took the bottom drawer out of the chest of drawers, I dropped the wrapped dildo into the void beneath the drawer and then I replaced the drawer again. I dressed and then set about sorting out problems one and three, I put my dildo's box back into the brown paper bag and grabbed some Euros, my intention had been to take the packaging off of the ship and dump it somewhere in the town but as I headed for the gangplank I spotted the bin between the two lifts close to my cabin and dumped the lot in the bin.

I left the ship and walked through immigration again, I blushed when I saw the two men on the scanner on the other side of the immigration hall and remembered that they had seen the dildo's outline on their scanner screen. In town I found a chemists, I walked up and down the shelves of products and realised that I hadn't put much thought into shopping in a foreign country. I couldn't understand what was in any of the boxes and there was no way that I could explain what I was looking for to the shop assistant.

I went to the woman behind the till and asked her if she spoke English, she gestured to a small room at the side of the desk and I went in, after a few moments the male pharmacist came from the other side of a desk and said that he spoke a little English. The room was quite dark inside and reminded me a lot of the booth in the sex shop. As I explained my problem I could see that the room was getting brighter from the illumination provided by my bright red face. The pharmacist told me that he understood and asked me to return to the till area.

Five minutes later I was called forward to the till and was handed a small white paper bag and asked for fifty-two Krone, I apologised, explaining that I only had Euros or Stirling, she asked for Euros so I handed over ten Euros and was given back twenty-two Krone in return. I was about to put the change into my purse when when the voice piped up in my head, 'Look, there at the side of the till, a box of three condoms are only twenty Krone, you never know when a condom will come in handy!' I didn't argue with the voice, it was making a good point so I asked for a pack of condoms and gave the twenty-two Krone back, telling the woman to put the rest in her charity box.

Even though I was sore I almost ran back to the ship. I bumped into Wan in the passageway close to my cabin, he was going from cabin to cabin and dropping off clean towels ready for the evening ablutions before dinner, Wan greeted me and smiled at me, I think mainly because I blushed as soon as I saw him.

I checked the time, there was two hours left before the ship was due to set sail, I was tempted to retrieve the dildo from its hiding place and taking another ride but I satisfied myself with locking my cabin door and spending an hour massaging the soothing cream into my cunt, I did manage a few more climaxes before I stopped, I had no idea what time James would return so I stopped an hour before the last boarding time.

We set sail from Copenhagen as we sat down to eat dinner so as we ate I could see the port slipping past the window. After dinner we went to the Captain's club for a drink and got chatting to three other couples and then we went to the show which was dire but better than watching TV. We ended the evening in Scott's Bar, sharing a table with another couple, John and Christine, they were quite close to our own age, just a few years older and we chatted with them until midnight. We were just about to head off to our room and John groaned as he stood up, Christine asked him if he would be okay on the trip to Berlin in the morning.

"No, I don't think I will but you should still go, I'll pop down to the excursions desk first thing, they said that they had a waiting list for the Berlin tour tomorrow, we might be able to get our money back for my ticket."

"James stopped dead in his tracks and turned round, "I'm on the waiting list, I'm desperate to go to Berlin, my uncle's grave is in the city and I told my father that I'd put flowers on his brother's grave if I could get there."

"What about Isabella?"

I jumped in quickly, "I never wanted to spend six hours on a bus in my life, if James goes, he goes alone."

So the deal was done, James paid cash for John's ticket and promised to keep an eye on Christine at the same time. John smiled, he winked at me and said, "And I'll keep an eye out for Isabella around the pool at the same time."

The Baltic Sea was dead calm so the ship could have been a hotel if it wasn't for the constant throbbing of the powerful engines. Fortunately I had looked after myself very well during the day and wasn't desperate to masturbate when I got to our cabin and the powerful vibrations hit my body. The same couldn't be said for James though, he tossed and turned for an hour which kept me awake and he whispered my name, again I didn't answer him and this time he pushed his covers off of his bed and opened his pyjama jacket and pulled down his pyjama bottoms before he started to masturbate himself.

It crossed my mind that in the sex shop I had seen artificial vaginas that you could add a vibrator too and turn it into a vibrating vagina, perhaps while James was in Berlin, I should look around Warnemunde for a sex shop and buy him an artificial vagina. That thought passed through my head at the exact moment that James fired off and a huge spurt of semen flew up into the air, still just a single spurt, still totally silent and still done without a muscle spasm but it was certainly a good fountain jumping up out of his cock. I chuckled as I turned over at the thought of buying James a vibrating rubber vagina and James froze to the spot wondering if I was waking up and was about to catch him with his belly covered in spunk.

Breakfast was a rushed affair; around two hundred passengers were trying to get off of the ship and on to coaches bound for Berlin. In good traffic it was estimated to take three hours in each direction by road to Berlin making the tour around ten hours long. I kissed James good bye at the gangway and returned to our cabin alone. Wan was working on the cabin around the corner from ours and he spotted me walking past and wished me a good morning as I passed.

I took my knickers off and started to rub the cream I got from the chemists for my sore vagina, I was just reaching my first little climax as I pushed two cream covered fingers deep into my vagina when I heard Wan's key in the door lock. I just managed to cover myself over when Wan walked into the room. Wan started cleaning my bathroom and I heard him in the cupboard under the sink where I was storing our dirty clothes in an old pillow case as a laundry bag. Wan kept looking over at me as I lay on my bed, I still didn't have any knickers on and Wan kept trying to get into position to look up my dress whenever he popped out of the bathroom to his trolley.

John turned up and asked me if I'd like to take a walk into town with him. Wan was just in exactly the right place as I swung my legs off of the bed and Wan got a perfect view of my unfettered cunt up under my dress. I saw the smile on Wan's face and a few inches above Wan's face was John's smiling face, John had seen more than he should have seen as well.

We walked briskly into town, I had to make a comment that John's back seemed to be okay today.

"Well, yes. Christine was desperate to go to Berlin and she doesn't mind who she goes with so long as he's a man and under eighty years old so I faked my bad back to get out of going with her and to get to spend some time with you."

We found a small cafe and John offered to get me a coffee and a cake, "The Black Forest is five hundred miles away as the crow flies but the Black Forest Gateaux they serve here is just like being in the forest eating it."

I had an extra latte coffee but no cake, the waitress wouldn't let me get off scot-free though and she insisted that I had biscuits with my coffee while John ate his cake. I had never seen a cake that was twelve inches high before, I would estimate that the one slice of John's cake would have been over a thousand calories.

"How are you finding Wan as your cabin steward?"

"He seems to do a good job."

"He was flirting with you earlier, we had Wan as our steward on our last trip, he and Christine got on very well, once she realised what he was offering her as his extra service that is, she said that she wasted three days of that holiday before she got Wan into her bed."

I was shocked, I almost spat my coffee all over the place and once again I felt my face turning bright red.

"I was hoping that I could talk you into joining me in my cabin for a pleasant hour but that was before I realised that you were receiving Wan's attention, Christine toid me that Wan was ten times the lover that I am."

"You mean that you were going to try and talk me into having sex with you?"

"Sure, Christine is trying to talk your James into fucking her and he's a bit of a captive audience for six or seven hours on that coach, she's bound to have him in the palm of her hand before they get back."

John laughed at his double meaning and then he took a sip of his coffee.

"I could pick up a package of condoms from the chemists across the road and we could be in my cabin in twenty minutes. You won't regret it, especially since Wan hasn't fucked you yet."

'What have you got to lose? John has to be better at sex than James and you've got nothing better to do for the rest of the day.'

I did have a packet of my own condoms but how long would three condoms last the way that this holiday was turning out, especially if John was right and Wan was flirting with me. So we went across the road to the chemists and John bought a box of ten condoms before we walked back to the ship arm in arm.

John's cabin was up on deck eleven, I couldn't imagine how rough it would have been up there as the ship crossed the North Sea, the higher up in a ship you go, the more movement you feel but the higher up the ship, the better the cabins and the more expensive they were to hire.

John had a double bed in his cabin and it was easily twice the size of our cabin, there was even a table and two chairs between the bed and the bathroom. John had me naked within seconds of closing his door and he was naked two seconds later. I don't know what it is about cocks but I seemed to feel the need to compare them if I saw one. John's cock was slightly longer than James's cock and it was thicker too, in fact, John's cock could easily have been used as the model for the dildo as it looked so similar.

John handed me a condom and thrust his hips in my direction for me to roll the condom down his length. We started fucking on the bed but before John climaxed he moved me so that I was standing with my back to him and he fucked me from behind, again without him climaxing. John changed position and pushed me backwards onto the table, I was precariously balanced as the table was quite small but it did give John the perfect position to fuck me while looking at my body and again he didn't cum.

When John was finally ready to climax he pulled his cock out of my cunt and moved around the table, he had pulled the condom off and was masturbating himself as he moved around the table and as soon as he got above my head he let fly. John was nothing like James when he climaxed, John made a hell of a lot of noise, his body was racked with spasming muscles, so much so that it was hard for him to keep his aim as he spurted ten jets of spunk all over my hair, my face and my breasts.

Before I got off of the table top John was inspecting my lower body, he was opening my bum cheeks to look at my arsehole. "I was hoping that you had tried anal sex before but looking at your arsehole you're still a virgin in that hole. We'll go to lunch together and then you go back to your cabin for a rest, you look very sore down there."

My face turned instantly red again, John was just so casual, he talked about fucking me up my arsehole as if he was offering to shake my hand.

"My wife says that Wan is a fantastic anal lover, if I see him around the ship I'll suggest to him that you might like a little arse fucking if he has the time."

I was in the bathroom wiping John's spunk off of my face, hair and tits; he was looking at me through the door and laughing at the shocked look on my face. I pulled my dress over my head, I didn't have any knickers anyway and I just popped my bra into my handbag and John took me to lunch in the Waldorf Restaurant.

Before we parted company after lunch John spoke to the Maitre d', John and Christine were on the late dinner sitting, the Berlin trip was due to return to the ship after seven o'clock in the evening so John asked if it would be okay for him to swap with James to the early sitting, 'Well, he may as well, he's used James's wife all morning, he may as well eat James's dinner too, ran through my mind.

John escorted me to my cabin and kissed me on my cheek before I opened the door. I heard voices as I was about to close the door so I looked out, John was talking to Wan about three cabins away from mine, Wan looked down the passageway towards me as John spoke and Wan's face broke into a 'Cheshire Cat' grin and I slammed the door and locked it, leaning my back against the door and breathing rapidly, very close to an orgasm just from imagining what John was telling Wan about me.

I took my bra from my handbag and went to put it in my dirty linen bag in the bathroom cupboard, as I dropped my bra in the bag I spotted my knickers, the ones that Wan had been using to masturbate himself in the sex shop the day before and now they were back in my bathroom, then I remembered hearing Wan in the bathroom earlier, as he was cleaning the bathroom I had heard him doing something in the cupboard.

I pulled my knickers out of the bag, the gusset was soaking wet, Wan hadn't cum in them in the sex shop, he had filled the condom in my cunt so he must have done it after, either during the night or... I stood up looked through the open bathroom door, the cabin had several mirrors, two large ones behind the headboards of the beds and one on the back of the wardrobe door that was opposite the bathroom door. As I stood up I spotted my bed, I could actually see half way along my bed as I stood in the bathroom, Wan would have been able to see way past my hips as he worked in the bathroom, he could even have been in there looking at me and wanking while I thought he was cleaning the bathroom.

I lay on my bed to have a nap, it had crossed my mind to pull the bottom drawer out of the chest of drawers to get the dildo but I had been fucking with John most of the morning and he had given me more than enough pleasure and had added to the soreness between my legs so I just applied more of the soothing cream to my vagina and rubbed it in to take the pain away.

It was a good thing that I hadn't dug out the dildo because after ten minutes laying on my bed the door opened and Wan stepped in, "Is there anything I can do for you madam?"

"No, I don't think so Wan."

"Pity madam, Mr. John thought that you might need a little help, Mrs. Christine found me very helpful last year when she had a problem with a tight hole that needed opening out for Mr. John to use!"

A shiver ran through my body, I was very tempted to let Wan have his fun with me again but the first time was totally anonymous; the inner voices was begging me to let Wan fuck me but I managed to ignore them for long enough to send Wan on his way.

I took an afternoon nap and then went for a walk around the ship, the noise of people playing carpet golf close to my cabin disturbed me. My deck was the lowest of the passenger decks and so had the least movement of the whole ship so it was used for several indoor sports, like the carpet golf and the carpet bowls, where ship movement might influence the outcome of the games.

I bumped into John in the Columbus lounge; he was drinking Brandy with three men while playing poker being careful not to let the waitress see that they were playing for money. When John saw me he jumped to his feet and insisted that I joined him and his card playing friends. I tried to turn him down but obviously I wasn't convincing. As John pulled me down on to the seat at his side he whispered, "You've disappointed Wan very much and I was hoping to follow him this afternoon before the buses return from Berlin.

I was given a large brandy on John's bill and sat watching John and three men playing cards, sitting next to John seemed to have changed his luck and by five o'clock he was about even and it was time for us all to go and dress for dinner. John and I ate at a table for eight but we were totally alone because the other six were on their way back from Berlin. John had hinted over lunch that he'd like to fuck me after dinner before our partners returned but I told him that I wasn't willing to get caught out by either his wife or my husband.

It was a good thing I had once again ignored my inner voices because I'd managed to persuade John to go to the Captain's club for a drink and fifteen minutes after we sat down in the bar of the Captain's club James and Christine walked in. If I had given into John's suggestions to go to either his cabin or mine, either James or Christine would have walked in on us as we were fucking.

James looked decidedly uncomfortable or even distressed so I walked back to our cabin with him, once we were out of the Captain's Club he told me that Christine had made a grab at him in the coach on the way back from Berlin, she had been making suggestive comments all day on the trip and as soon as it started to get dark she had made a grab for the zipper on his trousers. 'You should have let her, might have stopped you waking me up while you masturbate in the middle of the night,' went through my head.

James had a quick wash and then he had to go up for second sitting in the Waldorf restaurant. The second sitting had far more people than usual so James had to sit with Christine even though it made him very uncomfortable to sit with her after she had felt him up on the bus.

I expected John to still be in the Captain's Club so I decided to look for a different bar to have a drink in while James suffered through a seven course dinner with Christine flirting with him like crazy. As I crossed the reception area John came out of nowhere with a glass of brandy in each hand and he scooped me up and took me into Marco's Bistro where there was a large table with three couples all eating, drinking and chatting.

John and I sat at another table and he told me to watch the three couples at the table. I pretty much knew who was married to whom out of the three couples but they weren't sitting next to their partners. John leaned in and whispered, "Look on the table, can you see three room keys?"

I had to lift my bottom off of the seat to see properly over one of the men's shoulders.

"One of the men will put the three keys in his pocket, his wife till take one out at random and head off to the room, then the other two will do the same while the men have another drink. Then the men will return to their own cabins and just hope that the woman in the darkened cabin isn't their own wife!"

"You mean that they are going to wife swap?"

"Shhhh! It's supposed to be a secret but yes. There are another five couples on this ship that regularly use the cruise ship for swinging, the other five, including Christine and me, we were otherwise engaged today as were the other four couples and after dinner, Christine and I will be sitting at that table with the other four couples and will go through the same game, unless Christine can persuade James to go back to our cabin and if she does, I'll be talking you back to your cabin for another fucking."

I felt my face turn bright red, it seemed to me that I had spent around half of the holiday so far looking like a Belisha beacon, I had never met anyone in my life before who was so open and relaxed about sex as John was. James suddenly appeared and as soon as he spotted me he made a bee-line for me and John. John checked his watch; he needn't have bothered checking if James was out of dinner early or not, if dinner had been over there would have been a swarm of people, not just one man walking through the door.

I met James half way across the room, he looked past me towards John and then he took my arm and guided me to the other end of the bar.

"Didn't you enjoy dinner darling?"

"What, no, no dinner was fine, it was that damned Christine, she made another grab at me under the table during the main course so I left."

I took James out onto the pool deck where we could see the long table that the swingers had set up as their meeting place.

"The thing is, Christine and John are into wife swapping and it was just Christine being clumsy about how she was offering you her body."

"What are you talking about, what do you know about wife swapping?"

I nodded to the long table; there was just one man and one woman sitting in the middle of the table.

"Those two sitting there on the long table are probably swingers waiting for others to join them."

"Don't be ridiculous."

We watched John saunter over and join the couple at the long table and over the next ten minutes three other couples joined them, the last to arrive was Christine and as soon as she sat down at the table John stood up, walked around the table and collected the cabin keys from all five women, he placed each key in his jacket pocket and used his hand to tumble all the keys around to mix them all up, then he went back to the other end of the table and each woman dipped her hand into his pocket, withdrew a key and placed it in her handbag without looking at it.

"Right, the women all have a random cabin key, they will leave and go to that cabin while the men finish their drinks and then the men will go to their own cabin."

"Rubbish, it's probably something far more innocent than that."

James made me a little angry, he always had to know best so I dragged him through the bistro and we stopped in the passageway leading to the lifts. We watched all five women stand up and walk towards us, they didn't take the keys from their bags until they were out of sight of the men, as they passed us one woman said that she had her own cabin and one of the other women swapped keys with her.

"See, what did I tell you!"

James and I had a drink before we went back to our cabin, he couldn't get his head around the concept of wife swapping especially the fact that the men didn't have any idea what woman they were going to find in their cabin and he got even more confused when I told him that they probably wouldn't turn the lights on during the night and that the man may never know who he had spent the night with.

James was turned on and made advances towards me as soon as we got in the cabin, "Do you have any condoms?"

"No!"

"Well, this is my fertile period so you can't have sex with me without a condom."

"You don't understand, the vibrations of the ship are driving me insane."

"I do understand, the ship is having the same effect on me too but I'm not willing to have any more children!"

James looked miserable so I relented slightly and offered to give him hand relief, I was kind of hoping that if I gave James a happy ending he would do the same for me but as usual, James was totally selfish and as soon as he was finished, he was finished.

The next day we were in Talien, James had organised a taxi to take him to a monastery that was a two hour drive from the port, once again I turned down his offer to go with him saying that I'd just take the shuttle bus into the old town and have a walk around the shops. As soon as James left the ship I headed back to my cabin and dug out the dildo from under the drawer and looked after my own needs for four hours solid.

After leaving Talien we headed for St. Petersburg and we were in St Petersburg for two days, James did four tours with the ship's excursion team over the two days as that was the only way to get off the ship without a costly Russian visa while I did two trips. James's trips were all cultural or religious whereas mine were both much shorter in duration and had no cultural element at all, just basically a trip out to the shops and back.

I watched John and Christine work their magic on a couple who were a few years older than James. I saw them picking the couple up and watched the hour of manoeuvring it took for Christine to get the other men interested in her and then John worked on the woman and all four of them ended up together in John and Christine's cabin, I followed on behind just out of interest and listened at the door to the sounds of four people having sex on the one double bed.

After St. Petersburg we headed for Helsinki where James went to visit the Church in the rock and I spent a few hours riding my dildo and then the ship sailed overnight to Nynashamn in Sweden. James took a train into Stockholm and I watched John and Christine fail to persuade two couples to have sex with them but I saw the couple that they picked up the day before going off with one of the other swingers from the large group of regular swingers. I took a ride on the tender boat to the shore just for the fun of taking a tender to the dock instead of just stopping off the ship and onto land. I took a bus into the town which cost the princely sum of four Euros.

There wasn't much to do in Nynashamn if I'm honest with you and I was soon heading back to the ship and another ride on my dildo. Nynashamn was virtually the end of our holiday, well, apart from the two days that it would take us to get back to the UK, even taking a short-cut through the Kiel Canal, James was quite excited at the prospect of transiting the Kiel Canal but as it was eleven o'clock at night when we entered the canal and we were out of it again by dawn his excitement was misplaced.

As we sailed through the Kiel Canal overnight James wanted a massage from me with a happy ending again but I turned him down this time and at two o'clock in the morning he did it for himself again. John approached me as I was collecting my breakfast from the buffet counter in the Waldorf Restaurant, "It's your last chance to have a turn with Wan. We'll be back in Tilbury in the morning, I can keep James occupied and Wan is looking out for you to go back to your cabin alone."

"No, thanks for the offer but I wouldn't have gone with you if I had known how many partners you'd had, not even with a condom and I'm sure that Wan's had even more women, probably two or three a week every week of the year."

Well, I guess that I had really pissed Wan off by not letting him fuck me after he'd been told by John that I was available because on the morning of our departure I had to leave my Danish toy behind in the cabin. I had assumed that as it was in the void space under the chest of drawers that it would remain there undiscovered until the next time the ship had a refit and the cabin was refurbished.

Well, James had checked every drawer and cupboard twice before we vacated our cabin, just to make sure that we hadn't left anything behind. The way things worked on the cruise ships on departure day was that the ship was divided into twelve zones or groups and each zone or group was given a different approximate departure time. Our main cases were removed overnight to storage areas all over the ship leaving us with two small bags to take into breakfast with us.

After breakfast we settled into the Captain's Club to wait for our call to depart the ship, the passengers on deck eleven were the first to be called to depart the ship, deck eleven was where the most expensive cabins were located. The announcement was made over the ship-wide public address system two minutes later the speakers crackled into life again, "We have found a brown windcheater jacket in cabin six-fifty-two, could the passengers from cabin six-fifty-two please come to the purser's office to collect it!"

James looked smug, "That's why I check every draw and cupboard twice before I check out!"

The people on the next table to us stood up, they were from deck eleven and leaving the ship, Lucky bastards! I thought to myself. The man had left a book on the table and when I saw it I ran after him to give it back, his face turned bright red and he said that the book was on the table when they sat down. He was lying and I knew it. The book had a brown paper dust cover over it so as I walked back to my seat I flipped the jacket out of the way and got a little shock, the book was a hard-core sex book. I had refitted the dust cover before I returned to James's side but I decided to have a quick flick through the book before I handed it in to the purser's office as lost property.

The loud speaker crackled again, I had expected it to be the second group being called to disembark the ship but I was wrong, "Would the occupants from Cabin two-two-four please come to the purser's office and collect a wash-bag and set of dentures, how did you manage to eat your breakfast without your false teeth? Cabin five-zero-three we have found a nightdress under your pillow could you please collect that from the purser's office as well."

Well, the next hour the purser kept us all entertained with cryptic comments about things that had been left behind in the cabins including one cabin that appeared to have all of the man's clothes still in the drawers and wardrobe, from the comments it sounded like the wife had packed up and left her husband's stuff where it was.

Will the occupier of cabin two-zero-one please come to the purser's office, something of a personal nature has been found and we'd like to get it back to you as soon as possible. I looked at James; fortunately he was engrossed in a conversation with another religious fanatic that he had met at several of the churches he had visited during the twelve days.

I would just have to ignore the announcement; I knew that the only thing that Wan could have possibly found in our cabin was the huge dildo that I'd got in Copenhagen and I couldn't face the purser with that in his possession, my only hope was that they wouldn't make a second announcement, so far each item of lost property had only been announced once so they might just leave it at that.

James wandered off to find a toilet, about a half of the people had left the ship so he knew we couldn't be long before we were being called so this was his chance to use the toilet before the hundred mile long drive.

"The occupant of cabin two-zero-one still haven't collected their very personal item from the purser's office yet, Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson, we know that you are still on the ship, please report to the purser's office."

People all over the Captains Club were looking at each other and asking what the others thought the very personal item could be. I had the best idea of any of them, the dildo and the package of condoms that I had left under the bottom drawer.

My only saving grace was that the packet of three condoms was unopened, if that was the only item they'd found I could lie to James and say that I had bought the packet after he asked for sex and I had said no because he didn't have any condoms, I could blag my way through it by saying I was going to give him the package of condoms if he had asked for sex again. I settled back into the sex book, happy that I could wriggle out of the condoms if they had been found.

Fifteen minutes later, James wasn't back from the toilet and they made another announcement.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilkinson from cabin two-zero-one, please come to the Purser's office, we know you're still on board, we also know your address but this item isn't something our company would be willing to send through the Royal Mail so please pick it up before you debark the ship!"

It was about ten minutes after the last announcement that I saw a very red faced James walking from the direction of the ship's offices; he had taken his jacket off and was carrying it over his hand. I suddenly went cold; he had obviously heard the last announcement and had returned from the toilet via the purser's office. I shook off the desire to make a confession or ask a dumb question that would give me away but because of the way I was looking at James he would have known that I had a question to ask him.

Thinking as quickly as I could I came up with, "Have they called for green passengers?"

I started to stand and gather up my things, "No, they haven't called us to disembark, they were calling us because they found something in our cabin."

"Was that us they were calling? How could we have left anything, you checked the cabin very carefully."

"Well, they found something, and it isn't the kind of thing that I can show you."

Now I knew exactly what it was but if I hadn't displayed some curiosity James would have smelled a rat so I pulled the edge of his jacket up to look at what he had in his hand.

"Wow, is that one of those vibrator things?"

"No, I think it's what they call a dildo, it has no method of vibrating as far as I can see."

"And they say that they found that in our room, you mean that thing has been in there all this time?" I said innocently!

Fortunately the purser chose that moment to put out the call for passengers with green labels to leave the ship.

"My God, what can I do with this thing?"

I lifted my handbag and opened it under James's hand, "Drop it in here, I'll find some way of disposing of it when we get home."

James dropped the dildo into my capacious handbag and then he got a serious look on his face, "Don't put it in our dustbin though, find some other way to get rid of it."

'Yes, I'll get rid of it someplace safe, like my knicker drawer.' I had to stifle a smile at my thought, I'd sidestepped that little problem and now I get to keep the dildo forever and if James ever finds it I can just say that I forgot to get rid of it.

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