An Unexpected Pleasure
Sandy and I had been looking forward to taking our Caribbean cruise for some time. We had booked the 10-day event at least eight months earlier and over the past weeks had simply counted down the days. Our trip down to Fort Lauderdale had taken us more time than we had expected. We arrived at our overnight hotel, located near the port, tired and hungry. Once we had checked in, set our luggage into the room, we Googled "Restaurants Near Me", to find a place to eat. We found the Slackers Bar and Grill in a shopping center within walking distance and headed there for cold beer and Wisconsin style brats.
Sitting at a table along the wall we had a good view of the bar, all the tables and the customers occupying the seats. I commented to my wife that the more "elderly" customers in attendance would likely be our fellow passengers on the ship. We all stood out quite vividly, apart from the locals simply due to our age and mode of dress.
Soon after our arrival a couple came into the restaurant and were seated at a table adjacent to ours. I noted again to my wife that they too were probably our shipmates since they obviously fit the pattern I had imposed on the others. After our drinks had arrived and orders taken for both tables, Sandy asked the two if they were going on the cruise. A short conversation ensued between the four of us with their acknowledgement that they too were ship passengers. Our conversation ended when the food arrived. We said our goodbyes and said we'll see you aboard as we left the restaurant.
The next morning, we got up early, showered and went downstairs for the hotel's continental breakfast. Like most hotels it consisted mostly of a variety of cereals, breads, rolls, make your own waffles, coffee, juices, and such. We each prepared a plate with coffee and juice and sat down at a table for four that had just been vacated. Within minutes the couple we had met at Slackers the evening before came into the restaurant and asked if they could share the table with us.
When they approached the table, I amusingly looked at Sandy as she was silently complementing Sam's physique, that of a well-built, sixtyish man who had taken care of his body. Tight buns have always been one of Sandy' favorite points of interest and yes, Sam fit that picture. He also was well tanned, had salt and pepper hair combed straight back, and deep blue eyes. His wife Carla was also quite attractive, about 5'-4" or so in height, nicely rounded hips and exceptional breasts that stretched the fabric of her t-shirt. She looked to be a true brunette, cut in a page boy style and a facial style and expression that made me think she might have been from Texas. I just assumed that she too was probably in her mid-60's. like that of her husband.
Over breakfast we learned that Sam and Carla were from West Layfette Indiana, the home of Purdue University. Knowing that bit of information I mentioned to Sam that I had recognized the "P" on his shirt the evening before. He noted that he had attended Purdue, received a degree in Civil Engineering and was the owner of a civil engineering firm that he had started almost 30 years earlier. I mentioned that I had gone to Illinois, majored in architecture, and had an architectural, construction and development business for close to 30 years, before I retired. The similarities of our careers certainly established a basis for conversation between us. As Sam and I talked, the two ladies briefly gabbed over their interests. As breakfast ended, we said our good-byes as it was time for us to grab our luggage and take the shuttle service to the port.
Our cruise took us to several Caribbean ports, with stops in the Bahamas, St. Thomas, Antigua, Barbados, Martinique, and St. Kitts. Sandy and I had planned excursions on 4 of the ports we visited, spending the other days enjoying the sun and watching our fellow passengers aboard ship. At our last stop in St. Kitts, we took a tour of the island with excursions through their capital Basseterre, a plantation, and a hilltop near the Marriott Resort where islanders offered services for you to play with an island monkey. The tour ended with us back at the port shopping area that featured a variety of gifts and souvenirs ranging from t-shirts to diamond rings.
The day had become quite hot and muggy and after a bit of browsing through a few of the shops we stopped at an outdoor gazebo bar to have a cold beer. We found a small table near the bar and enjoyed the coolness of the island's Carib beer. We had not been sitting their too long when we heard our names being called. Sam and Carla waved to us and came over to chat. They sat with us, ordered a beer and we began to relate our cruise adventures to each other. The girls started chatting about the shops, some of the treasures they had found, while Sam and I hit on a couple of guy things. All too soon Carla asked Sam and I if we would mind if she and Sandy spent a little time browsing through a few more of the shops while we enjoyed our beers. We agreed and off the girls went, chatting like friends of old times.
Sam and I conversed through a lot of topics ranging from highlights of our careers to politics and then our personal interests. We talked about our marriages, kids, grandkids and such, football, golf, and other manly subjects. Sam then began to get a little personal. He commented on how attractive he thought Sandy was, noting that he liked her figure, her breasts, her legs, and firmness of her ass. I noted that Carla's shape was also quite appealing too. Sam continued his conversation by saying that he loved his wife dearly yet there were always times throughout their marriage that the bull looked at the grass in the pasture he was in and decided he needed to jump the fence because the grass on the other side looked greener. He kept pressing this conversation further and further, looking directly into my eyes with each added statement, I guess to simply test my reaction. Finally, he looked at me and said "Brad, you know how attractive I find your wife. What would you think if I told you I want to fuck her?" I was somewhat taken back by his statement, yet still somehow knowing what he was leading up to by the conversation we were having. I commented that I should probably take his statement as a complement, since he thought my wife was that attractive to him.
I was silent for a few moments and then said such a thing would never happen. My wife, I stated, has a very strong constitution about such things and would never agree to go to bed with you or anyone else. Yet, my mind was in a state of doubt about his proposal. I knew that for nearly the past 10 years of our marriage I have had erection issues, unable to maintain an erection long enough to penetrate her. Our sex almost totally consisted of me getting her off orally. Yes, she climaxed, but it was not the same as an orgasm with a rock-hard cock pounding in and out of her welcoming hot, wet pussy. I know how bad she has missed that element of our sex life.
I was about to add to the convictions I had over what he was proposing but the girls were quickly approaching. Sandy added, we're hot and need another one of those cold beers. Do ya think you can oblige? Sure, I responded and walked up to the bar to order the brews. The girls had both found some additional treasures, just because of the sale prices they were offered. Carla sported a new charm bracelet of sorts, adorned with a few topaz-like stones. "The guy wanted $75 for this" she said to Sam, "but I talked him down to $40". "You've always been a good shopper" Sam noted. "Good girl".
The girls finished their beers and we all agreed it was time to head back to the ship. We were to leave port around 5:30 and our thoughts turned to the evening ahead. Sam mentioned that he and Carla had reservations at the
