The day had finally arrived, we were set for a brief but much needed escape. We rarely had the luxury of time alone, the last 15 years had always revolved around kids, work and responsibilities in general. For the next 3 nights however, we would be stepping out of this reality. My wife, Jennifer (39), had secured us a 3-night cruise to nowhere. We had agreed that this would be opportunity to live a little and break free.
We boarded the ship early on Friday morning and made our way to our cabin, well, cabin is a bit of an understatement. We had managed to secure a special deal on a stateroom, which was remarkably large. It sported a king size bed, a small lounge area and a nice sized balcony. After checking out our accommodation for the next 3 nights, it was time to get into cruise mode.
Jennifer had acquired a smoking hot white bikini for this trip, which complimented her naturally tanned skin colour and dark long brown hair. She finished off her outfit with a light white, slightly transparent sarong wrapped around her waist. She looked amazing, to the point that I almost wanted to take her right then and there. I managed to stick to the plan and we headed up to the pool deck to catch come rays and sip a couple cocktails.
We managed to find 2 recliners close to the pool side and I set off to get us some drinks. When I returned Jennifer had removed her sarong and was lying on the recliner taking in the fresh sea air. I noticed that some young guys had made their way into the pool and Jennifer had peaked their attention. A couple years back, I would have probably been really pissed off with them eying out my wife, but strangely with age I seemingly had become less possessive, perhaps liberal. For lack of a better explanation, it was almost flattering that my wife was still a head turner.
A little later Jennifer turned onto her stomach to get a bit of sun on her back. This got the guys attention, I noticed how they quickly adjusted their position in the pool to gain a better view of her ass and possibly just between her legs that were slightly spaced apart. No doubt they would have had difficulty climbing out of the pool, by then they were more than likely sporting serious erections a piece. I chuckled to myself watching their obvious fascination with this attractive older woman. I couldn't resist sharing my observations with Jennifer, I knew she would be equally flattered, possibly a little creeped out, but mostly flattered. I was also keen to see her take on the idea of some young guys shamelessly checking her out. So, like a naughty school kid I quipped, "Jenn, you seem to have a set of young admirers in the pool." She was surprised and almost unbelieving, "Who, what do you mean?" I proceeded to explain, "Don't make it obvious, but at your 6 o'clock, there are couple guys languishing in the pool with a perfect view of your stunning ass." With a level of disbelief, she exclaimed, "Are you kidding me, can't they see I am with you, how young are they, hell, I am a mom!" With a naught smile I corrected her, "You mean a MILF, at least I am sure that is what they are thinking."
At this point Jennifer turned over enough to get a view of her new-found admirers, she quickly turned back over. "They can't be much older than 21, gee. Surely there are younger, more attractive girls on this boat than me?", she asked, going on to say with a little giggle, "I don't know if I should feel flattered or violated at this stage."
I could see that her initial shock had turned to something between intrigued and flattered. Clearly the interest of a couple young guys, with so many women onboard that possibly in her mind were far more attractive was a significant boost to her confidence.
"Should we move, not sure I am entirely comfortable having my ass on public display?", she asked. I wasn't going to prescribe, nor did I really know what to say, so I simply put the ball back in her court, "That's up to you, I can't really say I know how it feels to be the centre of attraction."
"Doesn't it bother you that they are checking me out?", she asked. I should have been, probably, but surprisingly wasn't. "I would have expected it to, but to be perfectly honest, it is kind of exciting knowing these guys are attracted to you.", I responded.
"Seriously, not sure if that is a good or bad sign.", Jennifer said with a sort of quizzical look on her face.
"Not a sign at all, if anything I think it's amazing I don't feel threatened or jealous at the thought of them eying you out, I only feel more attracted to you. Go ahead and enjoy the attention and flattery.", I said.
With that we continued to chat, finally after a couple more drinks we made our way down to our cabin to shower and get ready for dinner. Jennifer has always had impeccable fashion sense, she had packed a couple knock out items for this trip. For dinner, she decided to wear a casual yet elegant red summer dress with a semi-revealing neckline. Once again, I found myself very distracted by her appearance, dinner was now the last thing on my mind. It was however early and there was plenty time to enjoy ourselves later that evening. I regathered my focus and we set off to dinner. The spread of food was amazing, we ensured we made the best of it, without over indulging too much. After dinner, we made our way up to the deck party that had been arranged for the guests, sort of a summer themed party.
The crew had put in a great deal of effort to convert the pool deck into a brilliant beach party styled event. Recliners had made way for some high tables and chairs for seating, while some of the deck had been cleared to form a dance floor. One thing I am not, is a keen or confident dancer. I prefer to watch and at times really question the interesting moves that come out on the dance floor. Not that I could do much better, pretty much the reason I limit my dance floor exposure. We moved about the many people on deck, making our way to the bar to get some drinks. We opted to find some seating at the bar, making small talk with some other couples. Out of the blue, the "pool guys" arrived, they had obviously built up enough confidence to approach us. They came and sat at the bar and introduced themselves as Kevin and Michael. As it turns out they were two college graduates, this was a quick trip before heading off to start their careers. I realized that these guys had obviously had their share of young college girls and Jennifer was something different, elegant and mature by comparison. I am sure the constant interaction with giggling young girls could get tiring.
It didn't take long, with a couple drinks down, for us all to become a lot less tense and formal, allowing for open conversation. There was a lot of back and forth conversation and the flirting between the guys and Jennifer became more evident. She was going with it and teasing back. I could see she was clearly intrigued by them, no doubt she felt very sexy. Eventually Kevin, the more confident of the two asked me, "Would you mind if I asked Jennifer for a dance?"
"It's fine with me, but it is really up to Jen.", I said. Kevin quickly directed his attention to Jennifer, "So, what do you say, are you keen Jen?" Jennifer was a little unsure, "Scott, you sure you don't mind?" I was keen to see how this would run, so I gave her some assurance, "No, I know you enjoy dancing and if you wait for me to dance, the cruise will almost certainly be over."
In a second, Jennifer was whisked off to the dance floor. She was a sight to behold, her light summer dress floated about her as she moved to the music. The dancing got more and more adventurous, with Kevin initially making most of the advances, but Jennifer soon followed. She was going with it, enjoying the attention and how sexy it made her feel. It made for a captivating sight for both myself and Michael, who I am sure was a little envious of his friend. Kevin was taking his opportunities to feel Jennifer all over, Jennifer wasn't doing too bad a job herself. Michael eventually gathered his thoughts and sufficient courage to ask, "Does it not bother you to see your wife and a stranger moving like that on the dance floor?" No doubt he was probing to get a feel for the situation and my take on it.
After a small delay as my attention was pulled from the dance floor, I responded, "It would have some years back, but I think the longer you have been married the less selfish you become, well at least that is how it is with me. I really enjoy seeing Jen shine, enjoying herself and experiencing life to the full, it's exhilarating for me. Besides, life is too short to be so narrow minded." I left out the part of how much it turned me on watching her confidently dance with a young guy.
"Wow, I can't say I full understand, but I won't complain", Michael said with some excitement.
Kevin and Jennifer returned from the dance floor and perched back at the bar, desperate for a couple drinks. After a couple drinks and some flirtatious banter, Michael was keen to get some time with Jennifer as well. He politely went through the formalities of asking permission, confident he knew the answer before he posed it, once Jennifer agreed, which didn't take long at all, off they sped to the dance floor. She was now in full flight, no stopping her now, the attention was clearly intoxicating, plus I am sure she was running a couple fantasies through her mind. With a couple more drinks down, they were border line dirty dancing in no time. Michael took the opportunity to slow dance behind Jennifer, tightly against her ass, with his arms around her stomach, borderline getting up close with her breasts every so often. I was certain he must have been pushing against her ass with a rock-hard erection and no doubt Jennifer must be feeling it against her. They continued to dance for a couple more minutes before returning. By this time, I could see Jennifer was hyper-aroused, she was buzzing and glowing. While sitting at the bar with her by my side, I couldn't help but take the opportunity to discretely run my hand under her dress, up her firm thigh, sneaking my hand along to her pussy, it was soaking wet with excitement. I wasn't surprised, the dancing had been laden with flirtation, touching and rubbing.