I don't think Sally was quite ready for the reaction she received to the body she had worked so hard to attain over the last year. I'm not sure I was either.
A year of diet and exercise had culminated in her running her first triathlon with me the previous weekend and for us to take a three-night cruise from the port of Los Angeles down to Ensenada in celebration, an itinerary known as the booze cruise. Her reward for all that work and self-denial was a long weekend to eat and drink all she wanted.
While I'd loved her 44-year-old body as much as I did when we met in college, I had to admit that the 45-year version was banging. At five-ten and now just 130 pounds, with her long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and golden tanned skin, she was a California goddess.
The running had slimmed her long legs, the biking toned her already gorgeous ass, and the swimming had tightened her arms and core while accentuating her full, firm breasts.
I marveled at her bikini-clad body as she got into the top deck hot tub next to me, and while I noticed the looks she was getting from the men on deck, she was oblivious to it. She'd never been a girl who actively sought the attention of the male gaze.
"God this hot tub feels good, Drew," she said as she sat down next to me. "You're gonna have to drag me out of here for dinner."
But it wasn't long before we got out at Sally's request as the tub filled with a bunch of early 20 something guys who were drinking heavily. From the snippets of conversation I caught, it seemed that they were fraternity brothers from a local university. Jock types who were too loud for Sally.
When she got out of the water ahead of me I caught their eyes staring at her ass as she pulled at the bottom of her suit that had ridden up a bit in the water. I gotta say, I felt a bit of pride that Sally was getting checked out. In fact, I felt my cock stir ever so slightly in my trunks.
When we got back to our cabin, I kissed Sally passionately, picked her up, and lay her back on the bed. In moments I had the triangles of her bikini top pulled to the side and I began sucking at her hard, tiny nipples, earning a moan in response as my hand went between her legs.
I pulled aside her swim bottoms and slid a finger into her slick pussy, my own cock now rock hard.
Sally rolled on top of me, pushing my shorts down and grabbing my cock to guide into her. She rocked her hips against me as my hands slid up the side of her tight body to squeeze her breasts, pushing them together and flicking my thumbs across her stiff nipples.
As she squeezed her pussy around my cock, I came hard, pumping my semen into her as she smiled above me.
"Damn," she said with a laugh, "What got into you, Drew. I can't remember the last time you came that quick."
"Guess it was looking at my hot wife all afternoon by the pool," I replied. She kissed me passionately as I felt my own cum leaking out of her onto my balls and the sheets below us.
"Well, you owe me one now, but we can pick this up after dinner tonight."
I took a quick shower and then headed out to our small balcony to watch the coastline pass as Sally got dolled up for dinner. My mind kept drifting to the image of those young men staring at her ass, and how worked up it had gotten me.
I also started thinking about the adults-only topless deck and wondered if I could get Sally up there. Not because I wanted to see other women topless, but because suddenly the idea of other guys seeing her half nude was making my freshly fucked dick start stirring again.
But there was really no chance. Sally would assume I wanted to go up there for the thrill of seeing someone else, and besides, she'd always been pretty shy about her body. Even the bikini she had on today was on the conservative side, fully covering her ass and breasts.
So an hour later, as the sun was starting to set, when she finally came out to the balcony, I was stunned beyond words by her outfit. It was a tight black dress that came down just a few inches below her ass. From where I was sitting when she came out, I felt like I could almost see her panties.
On top, the dress was very low cut, she was wearing a pushup bra that had her C cup breasts looking like Ds, and the diamond pendant necklace she was wearing dipped ever so slightly into her cleavage.
Her hair, which she typically wore pulled back into a tight ponytail, had been done up as well, and she wore just the right amount of makeup to give her a sultry, maybe even slightly slutty, look.
"Wow," I stammered after looking her up and down for a long moment. "You look incredible!" "It's not too slutty, is it," she asked softly.
"Not at all!"
"I wasn't expecting it to be quite so short or low cut when I ordered it, but god it feels good to wear. I can't remember the last time I fit into a 6, and I forgot that I'm taller than most girls that size."
She spun around, letting me see the way it showed off the skin of her strong back and the way it hugged her butt. I didn't see any panty lines and figured she must be wearing a thong underneath.
"It's great, sweetie. I just don't know how I'm going to make it through dinner without ravishing you."
"Then I chose wisely," she said with a grin.
When we got to the dining room, we were disappointed that we hadn't gotten the table for 2 that we'd requested, and were seated instead at a larger, round table for 8. We were the first ones to our table, and after thirty minutes, a couple of cocktails and an appetizer later, thought that the other diners were not going to show at all.
Since we'd left our room, I'd noticed the looks that Sally was getting from men as we walked down the halls of the cruise ship, from other husbands and even, I thought, some wives from around the dining room as we talked and drank. The liquor was going right through me, and I excused myself to the restroom before our main courses came out.
When I got back, Sally was no longer the only one at the table. The other six chairs had been taken by a group of young men, one of whom I recognized from the hot tub, sitting to Sally's right. He was hard to miss, well over six feet and obviously an athlete of some kind, dressed in a simple t-shirt that showed off his heavily muscled arms and shoulders.
Sally kissed me as I sat, and we ran through a quick set of intros, with Sally introducing me as her husband. Carson was the guy next to her, a ginger with green eyes and broad shoulders. I guessed he was a few inches taller than my six feet, and certainly had more hair.
The rest of the names I don't remember. By the time we were done with names and where froms (the guys all went to Cal), the maitre d had arrived to take their orders and Sally decided to hit the restroom herself.
Once the orders were taken and it was just me and the guys, one of them from across the table looked at me.
"See, this guy knows how to do it. How long ago did you trade-in?"
"What?" I replied, confused.
"For the new model? She's what, 15, 20 years younger than you? That's the dream, right? Marry a girl out of college and then once you're successful enough, you..."
I assumed he trailed off from the look on my face, somewhere between anger, amusement, and curiosity.
