The Cruise

We fall asleep for a while. I wake up earlier than you and continue to look at you and your body. Still can't believe this is happening.

You open your eyes about 15 minutes later. You see me looking at you, smiling. You smile sleepily, "Hey, baby. How long have you been awake?"

"Maybe 10 or 15 minutes."

I move over to kiss you. After the kiss, I tell you, "It's a little after 10:00. We have another dilemma."

"What's that?"

"Do you want to do brunch or wait and eat lunch?"

"I can't think right now," you laugh.

We kiss again and enjoy our intimacy. We spend several minutes kissing, lightly fondling each other, and enjoying being together.

"I like this," you whisper.

"I do too, but we need to eat something sometime."

"I know. I AM getting hungry. I guess we need to get dressed, "I need to pee, anyway."

"I do too.

We kiss one more time and then get out of bed.

We both freshen up since we laid in bed after our shower. We watch each other dressing.

"Hey, can you help me with my bra?"

"If you can help me with my briefs."

We laugh and enjoy the sexuality of helping each other dress. And yes, there were kisses and licks various places as we dressed. Finally, we were ready to go. As usual, we kissed before we left the room.

I'm feeling very much alive and very proud walking next to you as we hold hands. We walk down the hall and then ride the elevator as we discus brunch or lunch.

"It's almost 11:00. Let's do lunch," you respond.

We see the restaurant ahead of us. Looks like lots of other people are eating an early lunch before we dock in about 2 hours. There's a bit of a wait, but the line is moving along fairly well. There are lots of conversations, laughing, and music.

"Looks like everyone is having a good time," I tell you.

You look up at me and smile. Squeezing my hand, "It smells really good, too!"

While we're waiting, we again talk about the various shows on the ship and once talk about possible excursions. We decide to stay on the ship for the day.

I can't keep my eyes off of you as we talk. You are wearing white pants with a very colorful blouse that shows just enough cleavage to make my eyes wander South a lot. I think you're enjoying watching me glance down at your cleavage, because when I look up again, you always have a big smile on your face. You are such a classy, sexual, sensual, flirtatious woman. So much fun.

We finally get inside the restaurant and boy, is it busy! It's a buffet type serving area, so we can move from one place to another as we please. We get our plates and walk around looking for what we want. We both decide the steak looks good (after all, we are both Texans), and then we continue to fill our plates with vegetables and whatever else looks good.

We don't see any available tables for just two, so we sit at a four top. Right now, we are the only people at the table. We're hoping it stays that way.

We're enjoying our meal and talking when another couple asks if they can join us. We reluctantly welcome them.

They seem to be quite a bit younger than us...perhaps in their late 40's or early 50's. After introducing ourselves we engage in small talk and are enjoying the easy conversation. They explained they were on their annual cruise, leaving their teenagers at home with grandparents "It's always a very special time for us."

Surprisingly, the man blurts out, "You two are quite the lovebirds. We've seen you around the ship. We've noticed you can't keep your hands off of each other."

We smile and I squeeze your leg.

Since neither of us wanted to get too personal or divulge too much information, I took the lead and told them we were retired and enjoying life.

That answer seemed to satisfy their curiosity for the moment.

We continued to eat our lunch and talk. I guess they were feeling very comfortable with us because he started getting quite personal, telling us about their very healthy sex life.

We smiled politely and told them that was great. You squeezed my thigh under the table - a silent scream. Having manners, we sat and listened to him talk. But really, knowing what we have done, listening to him talk about their sex life was rather boorish. What we have already done tops anything he was telling us.

Then he dropped the bombshell. "You guys want to know a secret?"

Not sure what we were getting into, I nervously said, "Sure, if you're comfortable telling us."

"We're swingers. We really enjoy having sex with other couples. We book a cruise every year and find another couple on board for some fun. And if the first meeting goes well, we switch partners for the rest of the cruise. Then we switch back to our spouses the morning of the last day of the cruise. Sometimes we switch the night before, but that night is usually sex crazy because we know it's our last night together. Anyway, we saw you a few times and we really like the way you look, the way you carry yourself, and the way you act. You are obviously very sexually active. It's quite apparent as we see you touch each other, flirt, and enjoy being with other."

We were both stunned, but I asked a couple of questions to play along, encouraging him to tell us more. He was more than happy to tell us more, as we let them think we were on board with their idea. I continued to squeeze your knee occasionally as more information was divulged by them. You put your hand on mine under the table to assure me you were ok.

He told us they had been watching us and wanted to invite us to their cabin for some fun.

All we could do was smile, and I believe my fingers sunk deeper into your thigh.

The waiter walked up with the dessert they had ordered.

While they were talking to the waiter, I leaned into you, taking your hand underneath the table, and whispered, "Don't worry, babe. I'm not sharing you with ANYONE. I'm just having some fun."

Whispering back to me, "I know. I'm enjoying it, too. Although it's a little tense at times talking to people who really do that. Never knew anyone that was a swinger."

The waiter left, and I thanked them for their company. "We're going to let you enjoy your dessert. Thank you for the invitation but we're going to have to respectfully decline. It would definitely be a first for us but I'm not sharing her with anyone. She's all mine and I am definitely all hers. We appreciate the offer, especially at our age, so thank you, but no thank you."

"Awww, are you guys sure? You want to just go up to our room, talk some more, have a few drinks, and see if you change your mind?"

"No, but thank you again. You two enjoy your evening. We both wish you a safe and prosperous cruise, and hope you find what you're looking for."

"May I ask you a personal question," he asked.

Laughing, i replied, "Depends on what it is."

"You said something about 'at our age.' May I ask your ages?"

"We are both in our early 70's."

"No fucking way! We thought you were in your late 50's. You guys are doing GREAT! Congratulations. If you change your mind, the offer still stands. We are on the fifth deck, room C558."

We thank them again, and say goodbye. Leaving the restaurant, we walk hand in hand and say nothing until we turn a corner. We look at each other and start laughing. "Do you believe that?" I ask.

You laugh, "It was certainly interesting, wasn't it."

"Yeah, I've heard about swingers. I guess they walk among us." We both laugh.

"I think we should be flattered, don't you?"

I respond, "Absolutely. Especially at our age. I think we look damned good, and apparently, they did too."

You reach up to kiss me. "Wanna get some ice cream and walk around a little?"

Smiling, I respond, "That sounds great."

We find an ice cream shop and go simple, both getting vanilla. As we walk and continue talking about our expedience, I turn to you, "But I gotta admit, listening to him discuss all of that made me horny as hell."

"It did me too. And I'm REALLY glad you didn't trade me for someone else," you laugh.

"No way I'm sharing the most attractive, sexy, sensual, classy woman on this ship with anyone. And you know you're killing me with the way you eat ice cream. So damned sexy."

You smile and lean in to give me a big, vanilla sweetened kiss. "Thank you for saying that."

We begin walking again, and after visiting a few shops we stop for a glass of wine to enjoy outside on the deck. We sit, enjoying the view of the ocean and continuing to talk about our families, former lives, how much we enjoy each other, and still laughing about how we met.

After talking several minutes, you ask, "Want to put on our swimsuits and find one of the swimming pools on here?"

"Sure."

As we walk to our room, we actually see one of the two pools on the ship. It's pretty close to our room, so we decide to come back to that pool to swim.

We get to our room to put our swim suits on. You get started removing your clothing before I do. I am enthralled by you. Even though I've seen you naked time and time again, your body turns me on immensely. Even at 71 years old, your breasts are firm and full. They are still perky and don't sag like so many other women your age. Their size, perfect for your thin body. Looking lower, I see your brunette bush sprinkled with gray hair at the entrance of your very nice, tasty pussy. Your legs are long, strong and shapely. I remember the first time I went down on you, you squeezed my head between your thighs as you orgasmed over and over. My head felt like it was in a vice. But your vice like clamp around my head was a wonderful feeling because I knew I was pleasing you. To know I'm pleasing you is such a great feeling.

You look over at me staring at you, and seeing I haven't removed any clothing. "Hey, you going with me?" you laugh.

"Yes, just admiring you."

You smile as you walk over to me completely naked. "Admiring me?"

"Yes.

You put your arms around me. "I need to tell you something. You have complimented me on so many things since we met...the way I dress, my body, my smile, you think I'm attractive, the way I talk, the way I laugh, the way I kiss, the way I make love to you...my husband rarely complimented me on things like that. I guess after a while he took all of that for granted." Laughing, "I think you have complimented more since we met, than he did in 47 years of marriage. Thank you for everything you have said and done for me."

You leaned to kiss me. All of our kisses are passionate, but this one, you seemed to give it a little more power. My dick responded by trying to get out of my shorts.

After the kiss, you reach into my shorts and begin massaging my hard, pre-cum wet dick. "May I thank you for all the nice things you've said?"

"I thought you wanted to go to the pool," I smiled.

"It can wait," you respond as you pull my shirt up over my head, then push me onto the bed. You get on the bed and pull my briefs down with my shorts, joining you in your nakedness. You get on top of me and kiss me deeply. You move your body just enough that you can grab my hard dick and begin stroking me. Smiling, looking me in the eyes, "You like this baby?"

Moaning, "Is that a trick question?" I smile.

As you stroke me, I watch as you begin working your way down my body, kissing and licking my chest and stomach until you reach my pubic hair. You smell and taste my pubic hair as an appetizer for what is to come next.

You look up at me, smile, remove your hand from my dick, and guide me into your warm wet mouth.

"Oh shit, baby," I exclaim. "Wow, that feels so fucking good. Don't stop!" I lay my head back on the bed and enjoy.

You slide your mouth down my shaft all the way to my wet pubic hair, taking my whole dick into your mouth. You slide your mouth slowly up and down my shaft, sucking me when you get to the bulb at the top. After several strokes of your mouth, you tell me, "Fuck my mouth, babe. Drive your marvelous dick as deep as you want in my mouth. Enjoy yourself. I certainly am."

I begin raising my hips, thrusting in and out of your mouth. There are times I can feel the tip of my dick touching the back of your throat. You don't miss a beat. You take everything I'm giving you. You moan as you begin a series of orgasms. Hearing you orgasm and breathing faster while sucking me is incredibly erotic. My thrusts into your mouth get faster and harder. I put my hands on your head to help push you down on me and watch as my dick plunges in and out of you. I knew I was feeling like I was about to cum, but it hit me suddenly and hard. "I'M CUMMING BABY! I'M CUMMING." I wanted to warn you, not knowing if you would take me out of your mouth and I would cum on my stomach, if you would take my cum and spit it out, or what?

You stop long enough to tell me, "Give it to me, baby. Give it all to me."

Screaming in orgasmic splendor, I ejaculate my warm cum into your mouth. My body jerks with each squirt of cum into you. I watch you take it and swallow everything I give you, time after time. You are slurping everything you can get and enjoying everything I am giving you. Eventually, I begin to cum down and relax a little, laying my head back to the bed. You continue to roll my now softening dick around in your mouth, cleaning me and not letting a drop of my orgasm escape your mouth. My body involuntarily jerks from lingering orgasms in my body as you suck it out of me.

Finally, we are both satiated and you begin sliding up my body to kiss me. You slide your tongue in my mouth, sharing the tastes you have just experienced. After we kiss, "Jesus, babe. You taste so fucking good. So sweet with a little salt mixed in with it. Get ready, because I want some more of that! And next time, I've got another surprise for you. I wasn't sure you were ready for it, but i think you are."

"NEXT time?! Knowing how sexy you are, I can't wait to see what it is. Believe it or not, no one has ever done that to me. Sure, a handjob now and then but never oral. AND YOU SWALLOWED! It was incredible." I embrace you tightly and kiss you hard.

After we kiss, you smile, "Want to go to the pool?"

"Yeah, maybe now I won't have a hard-on while we're there."

Kissing me again, "You better!"

We laugh and begin getting our swimsuits together and putting them on. You are wearing a one piece with a very stylish cover up.

"You look stunning," I smile.

"Thank you, babe. You don't look so bad for 73 years old yourself."

We open the door and take the short walk to our chosen pool. We find a couple of lounge chairs that are side by side and stake our claim. We watch the people walking by. I watch the guys looking at you and trying to get your attention. I just smile and hold your hand.

We decide to get in the water for a bit. We never get deep enough for the water to get above our waists. So glad you don't feel of my crotch. Remember the Seinfeld episode, "The Hamptons", when George is a victim of penile shrinkage when Jerry's girlfriend sees him changing after he had been in the pool? Yeah, I'm afraid that happens to me in the pool, too.

After a while in the pool and sitting in our loungers as we talk and people watch, we decide to go to the room and get ready for dinner.