Honeymooning Americans Overseas

 My wife and I cruised for our honeymoon. We had dinner with another couple about the same age and education as us. We chatted coolly, each couple curious how long we had to eat before we could go back to our separate rooms, get naked, have sex, and order room service.
The husband and I discussed television. We both enjoyed unsanctimonious, puerile shows. I mentioned a particularly vile series at which we guffawed, interrupting our wives’ conversation.
“What is it?” Katie asked with a smile. My laughter turned to shame as I gazed across the table to his wife.  The husband eyed my wife as well.
“Later.”
He said something similar to his wife.


Back in our room after an abridged dinner, I told my wife the story - a man married his daughter in order to get an inheritance. They banged. Stupid shit like that. Katie shrugged.
I said, “I know, but …”
“Yeah, I’d be pissed if you had let him say those things in front of me.”
“Exactly!”
We ordered cheeseburgers and fries then had sex on the balcony overlooking spume.

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