The following morning was very different. It was early and I was wakened this time by Glenn's fingers running over my body. I was sleepily aware as his hand moved down to my crotch and he began stroking my clit while, at the same time, kissing and teasing my nipples. I slowly came aware and looked up at him, realizing what was going on. I was momentarily surprised that I was naked again, but immediately I recalled everything and just said, "Good morning." I was more surprised shortly afterwards when I realized that he was naked too. He had seen me naked in the daylight before - at least part of me - but this was a first. It's odd how the mind works, but my first reaction was to think, "He has a nice body. He doesn't look old." Afterwards it embarrassed me to realize that I was naked in bed with a naked man and my instant reaction was not to be startled but, instead, was to evaluate him physically!
In any case, seeing my open eyes and hearing my "Good morning," he kissed me lightly, and, then, more vigorously. I put my arms up and embraced him and, as I did so, I became aware of a very hard erection pushing into my side. It's funny, but Nick and I frequently have sex in the morning when there is no time or parenting pressure, but, somehow I was startled by Glenn's obvious arousal. I pulled away from the kiss, moved against his cock and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the way you wakened me?"
"It seems like a good idea. I've been lying here for the last fifteen minutes staring at this lovely body next to mine and, I'll admit, certain lascivious thought came to mind!"
"Good heavens, here I am, a respectable and innocent married woman being propositioned by a lecherous man who happens to be in bed with her. Well, we have to do what we have to do! First, I have to go to the bathroom and then I guess I'll have to submit to your lewd demands."
Without the thoughts of modesty that had plagued me yesterday, I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom completely nude, just as I would have done with Nick. I returned the same way and, shortly was on my back with my legs in the air - in broad daylight! It's amazing how what is inconceivable one day can become commonplace so quickly! However, while having sex, adulterous sex, may become almost as routine as marital intercourse, doing so in the light is very different from doing so in the comfortable darkness. This time, I could see the cock that was going to impale me; I could see the balls that were going to fill me with cum. I could see the male body that was going to come down on me and take me. I had seen these things with Nick, of course, but this was a new lover. I welcomed him into me, even helped as I had before, but I was surprisingly affected, almost as if this were the first time.
This was particularly true as Glenn began to move in me and, for the first time, I could see his face above me. His features and expressions were so distinct, whereas in the dark they were vague and unclear. His eyes were open and he smiled as he looked down at me. I smiled back and we shared a moment of intimacy that was more than just sex. Maybe it was just my feminine desire for the act to have more meaning than pure lust, but I did feel something more pass between us.
As would be assumed, that moment gave way to the physical act of sexual intercourse - or the more robust terms, screwing or fucking. As the motions became more vigorous, our libidos taking over, those softer feelings of affection gave way to our drive toward climax. I was still aware enough to look up at my lover and saw that his eyes were closed and that his face had a most intense look as he put his entire energy into the in-and-out battering of my vagina and clit. Soon, I was equally committed to the act of pure sex and was responding with equal vigor to his fucking. It didn't take long for us to reach the stage of orgasm and, once again, I exploded as I felt him ejaculate into me.
Unlike the previous times, Glenn did not come down on me as he had before. Getting off the bed, he said, "We'd better hurry. Nick will be here in a half-hour or so." I heard him, but my attention was elsewhere. As he pulled away from between my legs, I saw him completely nude and, automatically, my eyes focused on the cock that had just left my cunt. It was no longer hard, of course, but it was still long enough to see it glisten with a combination of my lubrication and his cum. I liked that. However, most of my attention was concentrated on myself. I was lying there on my back, my legs still spread and with my cunt undoubtedly open with moisture leaking out. Many women, particularly feminists, would disagree with my feelings, but I just felt that I really had been taken, giving me a feeling of...I don't know...subservience is the wrong word. Conquered or used might be better. I feel that way with Nick, too. Now, when I'm on top, I don't have that reaction because, I guess, I'm in control. In any case, I sort of enjoy the feeling of being mastered even if, as it always is, a mutual, shared sex act.
Glenn's comment about Nick coming got through and ended my musing and of course, spurred me to get moving. Glenn went into the bathroom while I pulled out the clothes I intended to wear in San Juan. It was funny - when he came out of the bathroom I headed in, both of us still naked. As I passed him, he slapped me on the bottom, saying "I like that outfit. I want to see a lot more of it!" Actually, I had plenty of time since I didn't need a lot of makeup and about fifteen minutes I came out to dress. It was interesting, sexy and a bit embarrassing to dress as he watched. I put on my panties, then my bra, feeling his eyes watching every move. I was going bare-legged, so no pantyhose or stocking so all I had to do was put on a skirt and blouse. I quickly pulled the sheet over a large wet spot, rumpled the couch bedding and, when Nick arrived five minutes later, I was on the balcony looking at the port of San Juan. No sign that I had engaged in adulterous intercourse thirty or forty minutes ago. Still, I had a feeling that, despite the lack of physical evidence, Nick had a pretty good idea as to what was going on.
San Juan was fun. We toured the Old Town and made our way through Morro Castle. Glenn went with us - he wanted to get his feet on the ground for the first time on the cruise. I felt like a princess or queen being escorted by two men and both were very attentive. I know that Glenn was relieved at the comradery we shared - certainly nothing of a suspicious and jealous husband. In fact, it seemed pretty obvious that we were a non-sexual threesome. Non-sexual together and we didn't talk about separately!
It was a very hot day, and after walking around, particularly in the Morro Castle, we were very happy to return to the ship, have lunch and spend time at the pool. Glenn had another talk scheduled since we were leaving San Juan early (3:00 PM) but he thought that he had time or a swim. A funny thing about it was Glenn and me going back to the suite to change into our suits together while Nick went the "cave." Changing together was quite intimate and it was fun to go back to the pool together to meet Nick.
Obviously, I knew that Glenn did not look the way we would have expected when we assumed that he was over sixty-five. In fact, as I had pleasantly discovered, he was very well conditioned from frequent use of the university gym. (Of course, I knew that he was physically fit in other ways!) Oh, he didn't look like someone thirty or forty years old, but he certainly was not an old man physically. After he left to prepare for his lecture Nick expressed his surprise as Glenn's condition, saying, with a grin, "Maybe I made a mistake letting you sleep with him in his suite!" I left that comment alone, not speculating on whether he meant that I was just sleeping in the suite while Glenn was there or that I was actually sleeping with him in the suite - which I was!
Fortunately, he went on talking, asking me if I had found out how old Glenn really was. I told him that I had guessed wrong about his career advancement and that he actually was only sixty-one. I went on and told him about his wife and the effect on his hair.
