24-03-2021, 06:01 AM
The sailor beamed and then gave me a wolfish grin. He jerked his head towards the ocean. “We’ve been out there for three months,” he said. “Tonight was meant to be shore leave. But then they say we have to go straight to shipyard.” He shrugged. “Men are…how you say? Hot?” He mimed fanning his face. “They want drink and prostituka.”
“Oh,” I didn’t know what to say. God, no sex for three months, and their night of cheap sex snatched away from them at the last minute. No wonder they were horny as hell.
The sailor grinned at me and nodded to Nandini . “You get to film her all day, huh? Lucky guy.”
That I could agree with. I beamed and nodded. “Yes, lucky guy.”
The sailor nudged me. “Maybe some of us get lucky, no?” He nodded towards Nandini . “Get her legs open?”
Cold shock went through me, quickly followed be rage. Of course—he had no idea we were married. He thought I was just her cameraman. “She’s my wife,” I said tightly.
The sailor’s eyes went wide. “Oh,” he said, stunned. Then he looked between her and me. I couldn’t tell if he was shocked that she had married me, or that I’d chosen to bring my wife on board a metal can full of horny sailors. He mumbled an apology and walked away.
On the walk back to our cabin, the muttered comments from the men we passed took on a whole new meaning. They weren’t just being jerks—they were like dogs in heat. I realized that, that night, some of them would probably jerk off to her, now that they’d seen her and heard her and smelled her perfume.
That should have bothered me—and it did, in a way. I felt angry but not outraged. In fact, the thought that all those horny guys would be lying in their bunks, trying to quietly find relief without their bunk mates hearing, while thinking of my wife’s long, nylon-clad legs or her pert, mouthwatering breasts…I kind of liked that. It was a new sensation for me and one I had to try to wrap my mind around, but it was definitely there.
Ahead of me Nandini had stopped to talk to three crewmen, nodding at their answers and scribbling down notes on a notepad. The men seemed friendly enough, but now that I knew the context I could see how much trouble they were having maintaining eye contact with her. Their gaze kept wanting to go downward, to her breasts. I hung back a little, not wanting to interrupt…and a little turned on by the sight of them staring.
As soon as it was polite, I hustled Nandini down the corridor to our cabin and closed the door. “Those guys were getting pretty turned on,” I told her.
She shook her head. “Just men being men.”
“Oh,” I didn’t know what to say. God, no sex for three months, and their night of cheap sex snatched away from them at the last minute. No wonder they were horny as hell.
The sailor grinned at me and nodded to Nandini . “You get to film her all day, huh? Lucky guy.”
That I could agree with. I beamed and nodded. “Yes, lucky guy.”
The sailor nudged me. “Maybe some of us get lucky, no?” He nodded towards Nandini . “Get her legs open?”
Cold shock went through me, quickly followed be rage. Of course—he had no idea we were married. He thought I was just her cameraman. “She’s my wife,” I said tightly.
The sailor’s eyes went wide. “Oh,” he said, stunned. Then he looked between her and me. I couldn’t tell if he was shocked that she had married me, or that I’d chosen to bring my wife on board a metal can full of horny sailors. He mumbled an apology and walked away.
On the walk back to our cabin, the muttered comments from the men we passed took on a whole new meaning. They weren’t just being jerks—they were like dogs in heat. I realized that, that night, some of them would probably jerk off to her, now that they’d seen her and heard her and smelled her perfume.
That should have bothered me—and it did, in a way. I felt angry but not outraged. In fact, the thought that all those horny guys would be lying in their bunks, trying to quietly find relief without their bunk mates hearing, while thinking of my wife’s long, nylon-clad legs or her pert, mouthwatering breasts…I kind of liked that. It was a new sensation for me and one I had to try to wrap my mind around, but it was definitely there.
Ahead of me Nandini had stopped to talk to three crewmen, nodding at their answers and scribbling down notes on a notepad. The men seemed friendly enough, but now that I knew the context I could see how much trouble they were having maintaining eye contact with her. Their gaze kept wanting to go downward, to her breasts. I hung back a little, not wanting to interrupt…and a little turned on by the sight of them staring.
As soon as it was polite, I hustled Nandini down the corridor to our cabin and closed the door. “Those guys were getting pretty turned on,” I told her.
She shook her head. “Just men being men.”
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