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 clichΓ© 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.