Not the Cruise we Expected

I'm 59 bi male, married. When my wife and I were about 38-39 we booked a cruise out of f!orida around the carribean. We were looking for some R&R and not really the party scene. Through a combination of cruise company ship change and misinformation exchange, we ended up booked on a cruise that was primarily for gay singles and couples. My wife really didn't care, she figured a cruise is a cruise, plus the company discounted us pretty good for their mistakes. I pretended to feel the same way but was secretly very exited at the prospect of going on a gay cruise. Today my wife knows of my bisexuality and tries to accommodate by pegging me, letting me dress up, watch certain porn, and occasionally even blow guys (with a condom and in her presence). But back then she had no idea. It was the cruise that opened her eyes to my bisexual personality and set the tone from then on.

It was a couple days into the cruise and we had been drinking quite a bit one night. She wanted to leave a dance club we were at and I wanted to stay. She went back to the room and she told me to stay but behave (I later learned she was already suspecting my desires at that point and even much earlier). She wasn't gone 15 minutes before a guy asked me to dance. "Fuck it" I thought, and got onto the dance floor with, for the first time ever, a man. I continued drinking and danced with him and others. At one point I was doing a sort of how-low-can-you-go kind of thing with two guys, dancing in a crouched position, as if I was giving head to my dance partners. I was in heaven, and excited at what could happen later on. Just then my wife re-appeared and witnessed me nearly on my knees giving pretend blowjobs to complete strangers. By the time I saw her, she had already gotten a drink and was actually enjoying the show. I was completely trashed and when I saw her she just waved her hand as if to say "please, carry on, don't let me interrupt", and she was even smiling. I remember wondering at the time if her smile meant she was amused by the whole thing or was she considering her disproportionately large share of our assets in divorce. Thank God it was the former. The next morning we talked and I was honest about my desires. To her credit she did not freak out and even said she had wondered for quite some time. The remainder of the cruise became what would become the basis for our relationship at least as it related to my bisexuality. She became a sort of matchmaker for me, connecting me with guys, but always in control, always present. One rule was that my cock and cum were reserved for her. Also no anal, too risky, and she started pegging me to address that need in me. I was allowed to give unlimited blowjobs, safely. Fine by me. She also extracted a new Lexus out of the deal, lol, but I didn't care. The remainder of that week I safely sucked more cock than I can beleive. And my wife and I had great sex too. That was the best screwed up cruise reservation ever.

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