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Leaving Kayla’s cabin didn’t provide me with much more calm, but it did help me form a decision.

I would try to grab the next 3 days by the horn to figure out if I wanted to stay or not.

I had spent all of my life just trying to survive, perhaps I did have to learn to live.

I went up to the 5th deck, and gently knocked on Georges and Francine’s door.

It didn’t take long for Georges to open up and smile when seeing me.

“You’ve decided to come! We are so happy…”

I heard Francine thank me from the back of the small room.

Saying nothing, I stepped inside once George left the door, and I closed it behind me.

Francine was sitting on the bed, just as naked as she had been earlier. She smiled and told me to relax, just sit on the couch.

“Don’t worry, neither of us will touch you. We just want to know how we feel being watched”.

I nodded, but said nothing, instead, I went on the couch.

Both looked at me, expectantly, so I just nodded again. My troat was all tied up, I felt vulnerable and exposed and yet, they were the ones about to put on a show.

Georges began by kissing his wife, and gently, she began removing his shirt.

He caressed her neck with his right arm, under her hair, while she was slowly undoing each button, one by one.

Once the last one was free, She used both of her hands to pull the shirt away.

They both moved to lay further away on the bed, instead of sitting on the front of the bed. This means they were further away from me and I was grateful for that!

Georges kissed and sucked Francine’s nipples, alternating between them while Francine played with his hair.

It was surprisingly tame.

After a few minutes of mutual caressing, he removed his pants and briefs and was naked on the bed except for his socks, which he kept.

His erect member wasn’t particularly large, but it allowed Francine to take it all in her mouth.

I admit that I didn’t look that much at it. I instead tried Kayla’s trick and looked more at their eyes or at the top of their head.

It certainly made me a lot less comfortable and as I thought at the food I had eaten and made a map in my head of the ship, I was able to more or less zone out and miss when they switched from oral sex to Georges penetrating his wife.

He was on top of her, still with his socks on, and gently rocked in and out of her. Well, not really out, but you know what I mean. I am not that good at describing it.

After a few minutes, they changed position and she went on top of him. I could see her naked back and his socks.

Why did he keep his socks?

I know, it’s odd, but fixating on his socks allowed me to think about something else.

I could see he was caressing her breasts, but I could see little else.

If they wanted to put on a show for me specifically, they were failing at it!

Kayla had said to make a lot of eye to eye contact, but they were lost in their own mind and barely looked at me.

As I was slowly making a checklist of everything they were making wrong, I was realizing that it wasn’t the sex itself that was the problem. It wasn’t that I was looking at them and it wasn’t that I was nude.

It’s that it was, well, boring, to look at them. They barely spoke, barely moved, barely did anything.

I admit I don’t have a clear idea of what a sex show is supposed to look like, but this wasn’t it. This was an act of love between two people, not a show put for the excitement of another.

In a way, it showed that they loved each other: they moved in unison, they seemed to know their bodies but they didn’t seem to know how to make it spicy or something.

Not that I did! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t claim to be an expert at it, I just can see that it’s not what I imagined it to be like.

He came first, not that it surprised me that much: from what I heard, most of the guys are faster than their female partners. She kept going on a little, possibly masturbating to help her go on. I say possibly because guess what? I still couldn’t see much!

After a few seconds, she laid next to him and I realized that he had not put on a condom: it made sense, they were married.

Once cuddling him, she resumed caressing her crotch but this time, looking straight into my eyes and smiled.

I decided to do as Kayla suggested and put my hand into action, or at last, pretended to.

From their point of view, they couldn’t see I was caressing just away from anything really sensitive because my hand was blocking the view. It allowed me to retain my calm, keep my eyes locked on Francine’s, and even to fake a smile which I hoped was convincing.

She sat down on the bed and gently approached the front, getting closer to me. I panicked at first, but she simply sat on the front to be closer to me and didn’t actually leave the bed.

Much closer to her, I could smell the faint smell of sex emanating from her: without a condom, all of his sperm was now inside of her and I hesitated a peak to see that some of it have apparently leaked on her fingers.

It disgusted me, but I kept my cool and began really masturbating: this close, I couldn’t guarantee I could really fake it.

I kept my eyes locked on her, but honestly, my mind was miles away.

She came soon after, and I stopped masturbating right away, I didn’t see the point of continuing: I probably wouldn’t have arrived at anything anyway. It’s not like I had chosen to do so out of desire: I was mechanically doing it for a job.

She thanked me, and I just nodded back. I hadn’t said anything up to that point, but she still pushed on.

“What did you think?”, the killer question.

“Do you want me to be honest”, I replied, with shakiness in my voice.

“Yeah, please, this is our first time!”. Georges left his slumber and sat next to his wife, with a still glistening limp cock.

I had been homeless, and honestly, I don’t think I had seen anything as disgusting as that.

“First”, I said, “You have to think of this not as sex between you but as a show for your viewers.”

Look at me, talking like an expert! What a load of crap. Granted, I had been lost in my mind during their sexual activity, but I was basically shooting from the hips.

“So, next time George, take off your socks, it’s a turnoff for many women. You can keep your shirt however, this is a ship where the ladies get nude, people are here to look at your wife, not you. But remove your socks.”

“Oh, sorry…”, he said and removed them as if it made up for anything. He did pull his shirt from the side of the bed and began putting it back on. I guess they really were listening to me!

“Second, make sure your public actually sees you. You were orienting yourself according to the placement of the bed, not to offer a good view.”

Francine looked at Georges and said “I told you it was a good idea to hire her! Look at all of the tips”

Georges nodded and thanked me. I guess I was on a roll!

“And Francine, perhaps you could, well, perhaps”, my cheeks and perhaps my whole body must have turned red, “be more, how can I say, more vocal?”

Both looked at me, confused.

“Kind of make your audience hear more the pleasure you feel?”

Francine got it. “Oh, of course! Why didn’t I think of that!”

“For the rest, you’ll need to adjust. The change of position was a good idea, perhaps try more positions? Perhaps try to do things out of the ordinary?”

“Like what?”, asked Georges.

“I don’t know. That’s for you to find out, I don’t know what you like exactly, but I am sure you will get it.”

Francine AND Georges thanks me again. After dressing back up, Georges got his cell phone out, which made me wonder why he did, but he simply asked me to touch the back with my bracelet to leave me a tip.

I relaxed, thanked them and looked at the time: it was 7h20. I still had 20 minutes to lose before heading to the running deck so I took my leave and slowly found my way to the outside ring where, once I could see the ocean in front of me and no one by my side, allowed me to drop a few new tears.

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