After the Bourbon Trail Cruise

It has been a little over six weeks since my best friend Jessica and I made a sex related bet with our husbands and not to go into too much detail here, the deal was that if she and I lost, we would get naked and allow them to give us full body massages (basically see us nude and feel us up) and in the event of our win, my husband Joe agreed to sponsor any cruise of our choice, anywhere.

At the time, we both knew that we had bet on a sure thing. We lost.

Though it may come across to most as offensive and disgusting that we actually honored our loss, prior to shaking on that bet, we all agreed that there would be absolutely no backing out for the loser's. Partially out of anger and spite, and I guess the rest was to show them we wouldn't be out done and I know we didn't want to listen to constant complaints for the rest of our lives about us not paying up, we took a room and Jess and I paid for our losses. But then again, we would have demanded our cruise if we had won that wager.

Joe rented two massage tables and we undressed and allowed our husbands to massage, fondle, feel and finger each other's naked bodies and what we originally thought we would find distasteful and have to suffer through, not only became the most pleasurable night of our lives, but a turning point of sexual freedom that changed us and our previously restrictive sexual values, forever.

For the selfish and ignorant wives and girlfriend readers who'll go off on a tangent after judging our actions, please be advised that I was one of you prior to this. If my husband Joe would have asked to share me with his friend Peter or tell me he wanted to have sex with Jessica, I would have stormed off, threatened him with divorce and refused to talk to him for days, but then at that time, like you, I was the ignorant wife. So, let me tell you from experience, if you refuse to try it, you are the loser, the one who is missing out on life.

You see, due to the sheer sexual gratification that we collectively received that night, was something that a lifetime of monogamy had robbed from us and Joe enjoyed the experience so much, that he sponsored the four of us what he dubbed a "ladies choice cruise," even though he'd won that bet.

So, if you're a husband or a male partner who can't quite talk sense into your wife or significant other, have them read this. After all, no woman can be so narrow minded that they would refuse to learn.

Anyway, enough about that, now before you woman readers get all pissy with me over what you have just been enlightened to, I'll start my portrayal and after reading it, for the sake of your partner, take this simple test. Compare your life style with ours, the happiness of our husbands with yours, consider what you have missed out on and what you have basically stolen from them, then you be the judge, or better yet, let your husband or partner be your jury.

Prior to losing that bet, I was always a bit uncomfortable with my body and it only got worse a couple of years ago when I turned sixty. Though by the charts I'm only up a less that fourteen pounds, I've always felt over weight and unattractive. I have a bit of a belly and a plump round butt and most of the time I feel that my cloths don't fit me right. Joe never complains but I thought at the time, it was just him being my husband. Ignorance in wives will cause that.

Then there's Jess, two years older than me with a slim waist, flat tummy, tiny butt, long legs and large natural breasts. Though I love her dearly as a best friend, I was always a bit jealous over the fact that she really never has to work hard to stay that way. She doesn't look a day over forty and she still turns heads.

As I sat soaking in the ship's on deck spa next to Jessie, I couldn't help think of all the time we had wasted by the four of us not getting together sexually many years sooner. For those years of sexual pleasures that we could have had with one another, like we have experienced since losing the terms of that bet, are now lost forever. This made me feel foolish knowing what we had missed out on for all those years and angry over how really stupid other controlling woman are, because basically they are life partners or wives no different than Jess and I.

I learned the valuable and haunting lesson that life is far too short and if you have any chance and the trusted friends, take my advice, put all the stigma aside and enjoy the foolishly forbidden pleasures of each other's bodies before it gets too late in life for you to get the full value. Enough said about that, so I'll move on and portray the "giving wife" outcome that any woman and (her partner) can experience, if she can get past herself.

For this trip Jess and I have discussed and decided to go further than the massages we've been receiving from each other's husband. To actually let them have sex with us will be our special gift to them. Peter though powerfully built and still looking quite virile is in his mid sixties. Joe, who still manages to perform on occasion, will turn seventy-one next year and not to hurt feelings, time takes it's toll on men and he really struggles with an erection.

After the consideration of how good of a spouse each one has been to us over the years, we decided to give them that special gift on this cruise. Besides, actual sex is easier for the older woman than that of the aging man and though none of us are getting any younger, both Jess and I thought that this variety just might help to boost their libidos, besides, we like being pleasured too.

I looked over at Jess in her little bikini and I and around at some of the other passengers and realized that the one piece swim suit that I had selected for this trip was a bit over modest. From the looks of some of the other older woman aboard who were heavier than me and hanging out of theirs, I realized that I didn't really have to feel that way about myself. So I decided to let loose a little more, give myself a break and enjoy this trip to the fullest.

I don't know if it was because we were in Europe, we looked like we were easy marks or the fact that we were on a cruise ship, but all of a sudden two much younger men slipped into the spa, one in between us and the other to the right of Jessie and they quickly invaded our space as they practically moved up against us.

With what I thought was intentionally enhanced accents, they introduced themselves, used several old cliché pick up lines and then asked if they could buy us each a drink. When Jess said no thank you and told them that we had two jealous husbands who would be along at any minute, the one between us jokingly replied, "why, have they seen me naked?"

The one to Jessie's right replied, "wow ladies, two jealous husbands each, you two must be great lovers!" and we all kind of laughed, but I guess you had to be there.

Jess said, "hey fellows, look around, wouldn't you much rather be hitting on some of that younger crowd either over at the cabana bar or pool side?"

They basically asked why, saying that they would much rather be with us and about that time I felt the left hand from the young man sitting between us boldly touch the top of my right leg. When I made no attempt to brush it away, he slipped his palm down the inside of my thigh and held it between my crotch and knee.

When I looked over at Jess, I could see that he had his right hand on her left leg and from the position that she held her arm, I could tell that she had her hand on his wrist holding it away from her crotch.

I decided to call his bluff and I pulled my right arm from between us and placed my hand between his legs and slid my palm up against the inside of his thigh just inches from his crotch. He scooted his pelvis forward until I was touching an impressively large lump between my hand and the legs of his trunks.

The young man on the other side of Jess slowly moved in even closer and started to touch her other leg and I heard Joe's voice say, "well boys I see you found our wives" and as we looked up, both Joe and Peter burst out laughing and our two young men stood and exited the hot bubbling water after thanking and telling us that we were good sports.

Jess glared at our husbands and angrily said. "you buttholes, what was all of that about?"

Joe reacted, "we saw them talking at the bar and me and Peter offered to buy them a drink if they would hit on you two so we could sit back and watch your reactions, pretty funny huh?"

I laughed and said, "thanks... You're a couple of real confidence builders. Do you actually think that you had to pay them to hit on us?"

Peter said, "no, not exactly, the two of them said that they found the two of you quite intriguing and kind of hot and they actually refused the free drinks to do it."

Jess said, "Peter, you are so full of it I'm surprised that your eyes are still blue." and the two of them got in and joined us.

Minutes later a tall dark good looking young server walked over and asked Joe and Peter if they would like another round then he said, "and may I offer your ladies something?"

We all ordered and when he returned with the tray of drinks, Peter handed him our room card and asked if there was a way to have two massage tables delivered to one of our two staterooms. Our server said that he would insure that we would have two European style tables set up and waiting for us when we returned to our rooms after dinner that evening.

When he left us Joe leaned in, looked over at Peter and asked, "what's a European table?" and Peter just shrugged.

When we finally left the relaxing water of that spa, we were all hungry and we made arrangements to eat on the deck that serves whole lobsters, crab and other fine seafood. Then we returned to our staterooms to clean up for dinner after agreeing to meet back in the hallway so we could walk down together.

Dinner was quite eloquent and the white wine paired well with the lobster and it was unlike anything we could get back in the states. The conversation was fun and interesting and Jess and I kept thinking about how we were going to take our new collective sexual relationship to the next level by finally allowing each other's husband to fuck us as their special surprise.

From the look on Jessica's face and her anxious almost nervous tone, I could tell that the thought and anticipation of this was making her as sexually excited as it was me.

When we were in the middle of dessert, Joe asked Peter what he thought of our reaction to the two young men that crashed in on our hot tub fun. Peter said, "well Joe, I didn't actually see any real objections from our wives, did you?"

Jess snapped back at them, "come on guys, a joke's a joke, don't ruin the evening by keeping us aggravated."

I said, "Jessie's right, lets finish our desserts and get an after dinner drink at the cabana and watch the sunset together, besides you two need to save your energy for your massages later."

Peter said, "Barb, I have been looking forward to this since our plane left New York and I can't wait to get my hands on you. I just hope you ladies are up for us continually pleasuring you till the wee hours of the morning again."

Joe said, "with what this cruise is costing me, they'd better be."

The drinks were smooth, the air was cool and the sunset over the old French architecture looked like something you would see on a postcard and the ease and comfort we shared with one another as we returned to the room together, knowing what pleasures were awaiting us, was something that I wished we had initiated many years prior.

After Peter slipped the card in the room lock, he held the door open so Jess and I and could enter first and I swear as I walked past him that I could feel his eyes on my ass and it made me tingle. When I turned on the lights, I heard the door close and all four of us were in the stateroom looking directly at the two massage tables that were set up and waiting for us to be pleasured on. The site of them made me over anxious with anticipation and I could feel myself starting to get even more excited.

They were both about three feet apart, sitting apposed, adjusted waist high and covered in light blue top sheets. Each had a tube style pillow that was placed across them right to left about at the point where ones tummy would lay. The face/head opening was made in the end of the table and it was elevated slightly in a slow upward comfortable looking curve and the two legs at the foot of each had large global casters at the bottom. Each one had soft terry robe laying at the foot of them with the ships logo embroidered on the breast and a note that read, "complementary for the ladies."

A sweating silvery chrome Iced bucket containing a large magnum of champagne had been placed on a towel just a few feet away on a small round cafe table and it was surrounded by four Chrystal flutes. Two pair of light blue silk men's boxer shorts lay at the foot of the bed and I couldn't help but wonder how many rooms that this server had set up for guests like us.

Jess picked up both robes, handed one to me and said, "you boys get dressed out while Barb and I get out of these cloths and into our robes. We won't be long guys, arrange four chairs for us and open the champagne, we'll only be a moment." Then her and I went through the door connecting our two staterooms and into our master bath.

Jess was spot on for it didn't take us long to undress, there was a printed card pinned to the label of each robe that read "just sponge off and put our robes on over clean natural skin without any deodorant, cologne perfumed or scented lotions" and we were both as anxious as two teen aged prom queens as we prepared ourselves to receive the promiscuous pleasures awaiting us.

When Jess and I stepped out into the main room wearing only our new robes, we saw Joe and Peter sitting and looking out of the large balcony door at the lights on the shoreline. They were only wearing the silk boxers that were left for them and they looked quite content with themselves. As Peter poured each of us a flute, I took the chair next to him and Jessie sat on Joe's lap.

Before the bottle was half empty our belts were loosened, our robes were eased open and for the first time we had been together sexually as a foursome, we started kissing, necking and petting with each other's husband.

Eventually Jess and I were led to the tables, our robes were removed and we were guided face down on the soft sheets with those round cylindrical pillows under us at our lower bellies, just above our crotch areas.

Peter was a master at making me feel wonderful, both physically and in the mental way that I feel about myself. He will always start out at my neck, shoulders and back, then he will concentrate his touching, feeling and massaging on my chubby calves and thighs before fixating on my fatter round ass. When he has me on my back, he always gently works my round belly and the tops of my chubby thighs as if he finds the places that I don't like about myself very pleasing to him.

When he gently pulled my but cheeks apart I could feel the cool air of the room rush in followed by the tip of his thumb as it contacted the smooth rim of my anus and then his four fingers started to cup and caress my entire vagina. As I started to spread my legs for him, I felt something in the table unclasp and it split in the middle just above my crotch and my legs were spread open as he rolled both sides apart at each rear table leg on those caster wheels.

I lifted my head up and turned to the left to comment to Jessie and I saw that Joe had her table open into almost a "T" shape. He was standing above her waist between our two tables and I could tell from the position of his hands that he had already worked his talented fingers inside of her.

Peter was standing between my legs almost up against me now and he was softly pushing down with his left palm just above my tail bone while caressing my anal rim in circles with his right thumb and my outer vaginal lips with all four of his fingers.

Just as I would start feeling the beginning of an orgasm he would stop, then start over and he teased me like that, over and over until I thought that I would scream.

Eventually they rolled our feet back together and both tables were closed and they asked us to turn over on our backs for them.

While standing above my head, Peter asked me to place both of my arms up and over it with the backs of my hands together. Then he started to gently and repeatedly trace the underside of both my upper arms from my elbows down over my armpits to my breasts using just his finger tips. When he reached his right hand down to my pubic mound, I finally did it. I put my right hand between his legs and stated to fondle his manhood through the thin silk of his boxers.

Though Jessica and I allowed these massages to start some six weeks ago, we never initiated mutual touch on either of our husbands during those past sessions and I was actually surprised that I went through with this so easily.

Peter eased in a bit closer to afford me batter access and I reached up inside the left leg of his loose boxers and started to fondle his balls. When my hand went around his cock I found him to be a little thicker than Joe, clean shaven and trimmed and within seconds my hand became wet and sticky from his warm precum.

I looked over at Jessie and saw that Joe was working on her large breasts with his right hand and I could tell from the position of his right thumb just below her little blond landing strip that he had at least two of his fingers in her searching out the little swelling 'G' spot bulb that he is so fond of finding.

Peter threaded that round pillow under the small of my back and spread my table open again. He stepped in between my legs and went down on me. As his tongue parted my inner lips and his nose contacted my clitoris, I couldn't help but think, with all of the anxious excitement leading up to this, I hoped that I had "sponged off" well enough there to receive this oral sex from him for the first time.

Without missing a beat with his face, he brought his right middle finger up to my mouth so I could wet it for him and as he brought it back down, I instinctively knew that it was destined to enter my ass.

At that point I'm not sure if it was Peter's tongue deep inside me, his nose with it's warm puffing breath nuzzling against my clit, the site of my husband Joe fondling, feeling, fingering and caressing Jess, the beauty of her nakedness, the fact that I was totally nude in front of them, or all of the above that caused it, but at the exact moment that his middle finger, wet with my very own saliva pressed deep into my ass, I started to cum.

That orgasm was so intense and so extremely forceful that I thought that I might pass out and I had to work hard to say conscious, for I knew if I did pass out, I couldn't have enjoyed the whole thing and oh my God, did it last a very, very long time.

When Joe heard me uncontrollably verbalize that I was cuming, he turned and put his fingers fresh out of Jessie's pussy under my nose and as I smelled her, I took them in my mouth and while tasting my best friend, this woman of sixty something, for the first time in her life, went multiple.

Peter removed that finger from my ass as slow as the big hand moves on a clock and though the room was very cool, I instantly became wet with perspiration ... and after what seemed to be an eternity, the last orgasm subsided and it was over.

Peter covered me with my robe and petted me for a moment and when I rolled on my side to watch my friend, he joined Joe to double their sexual attention on Jess.

Peter pulled her arms up over her head and as he worked her under arms, the sides of her breasts and the tips of her nipples, he kissed her with a full open mouth and tongue using his lips and face that was still wet with my cum and I knew that there was no way she could avoid smelling and tasting me.