My wife, Amanda and I have been married for a bit over thirty-five years. During that time we've gone from red hot lovers to occasional snugglers. The slow decline in our lovemaking is entirely her choosing. I don't force myself on her and the rare moments she wants to be intimate don't include intercourse. It's been extremely frustrating for me at times. I've come close to having an affair several times but when push comes to shove, I come to my senses and stop.
The problem is within her mentally and physically. She's become more of a prude when I feel she should be more open. The fibroids within her make it painful for her to have intercourse so we stopped that all together. The last year or so she's even gotten to the point where she doesn't like being touched. This is painful to me.
I love her body, I like touching, kissing, groping, and looking at her when she's naked. We're both in our early sixties, stay fit and are often mistaken for a couple ten to fifteen years younger.
So, for our thirty-fifth wedding anniversary we decided to take a river cruise. We did some research and picked one from Paris, France to the Normandy coast and back. I hoped that taking the cruise would rekindle a once roaring fire within her. It was a weeklong cruise from Friday to Friday and the week afterwards we'd do some sightseeing in Paris.
The flight from Portland, Oregon was long, having a layover in Los Angeles didn't help. We arrived in Paris around one in the afternoon on Friday. We took a private car to the ship and checked in. We unpacked and stored the suitcases. The entire time we talked about what a nice ship and stateroom we had, the flight and how tired we were. After unpacking, we ventured out for a brief stroll around the Seine catching glimpses of the Eiffel tower now and then. The tower was a little too far to walk and get back to the ship on time for its departure and we couldn't figure out the ticket kiosk for the Metro to the tower so we headed back to relax before dinner.
The ship got underway at five that evening. The cruise director had an introduction meeting at six so we sat around drinking champagne while he explained the tours and shipboard routine. During this talk he introduced the onboard entertainer, Monique. A lovely French woman I'd guess around forty years old. She wore a low cut blue dress which offered a hint at her ample cleavage. Her legs were toned and looked lovely accentuated by matching blue heels. Her shoulder length red hair and porcelain white skin contrasted very nicely with her outfit. She beamed and bowed to the crowd when she was introduced, smiling and waving her hands in appreciation of the response. Along with the entertainment the heads of all the ship's departments were introduced, none of them as lovely as our cruise singer. It seemed just about everyone with the exception of Monique were from Eastern European countries.
Dinner was after our little information meeting and would normally be at seven each evening. It was spectacular. The wine flowed freely during our four course meal which was chateaubriand along with assorted other goodies. Amanda and I were feeling very nice due to full stomachs and the abundance of wine when the department heads along with Monique stopped by our table to personally introduce themselves. Maybe it was the wine clouding my judgement but it seemed like Monique was flirting with Amanda and I. She continually bent low as she stood next to our table showing off her lovey breasts which seemed to make Amanda a bit flustered or that's what I thought. It's been eons since I'd been flirted with so it must have been the wine. Then again, it could have been just her nature.
When the introductions were concluded we had a wonderful dessert of crepe suzettes then headed back to our cabin. On the way Amanda asked me if I thought Monique a bit over friendly. I told her it's probably the way she is, everyone seemed very friendly, it's their job.
We let it go and had a pleasant sleep. In the morning at breakfast Monique sat at the Captain's table greeting us as we walked in. We smiled and said hello, the waiter seated us and poured our coffees then told us how breakfast worked. There was a chef cooking omelets, a complete line up of pastries, fruits and cereals, pancakes, waffles, you name it, they had it. I was in breakfast heaven.
As we sat and ate Monique stopped by to visit. We asked her to sit and join us. She sat next to Amanda and across from me. The conversation focused on where we were from and a bit of our backgrounds. She was polite but again she seemed to focus her attention on my darling wife. After about ten minutes she excused herself and left the dining area. Amanda and I looked at each other, each having the same thoughts running through our minds. She was flirting.
We headed back to our cabin to change and get ready for our tour of Monet's house in Giverny. To my surprise and delight Amanda was in "the mood". Rarely if ever on a trip does she get horny. She doesn't like to have sex because she doesn't want the maid to know we do. I've never understood that reasoning but it's who she is.
This time while I was taking a shower in the tiny phone booth sized enclosure she walked in with that gleam in her eye. We barely fit in the tiny shower and since this was a rare occasion I didn't argue with her lust.
"Surprised to see me?" She cooed, with the special glint in her eye.
"In here, yes. There's barely room for me, my love."
"You want me to leave?" Teasing as she feigned her exit.
"No, I'm always happy to see you naked and in such a lovely mood."
With that she wrapped her hand around my then limp member and began working it into a solid shaft. I smiled leaning in to kiss her. We stood like that for a few minutes kissing while she made sure I was ready for her. She broke our kiss, dropped my swollen rod and turned off the water. Teasing me with her fingernails to insure I stayed ready for her, she opened the tiny bottle of body wash. Licking her lips, she squeezed some of the gel into her palm and lubricated her nether regions. Turning her back to me and with a slight bend at her waist, she guided my anxious dick between her legs just under her pussy. She then worked my dick sliding herself back and forth over it as I matched her rhythms pumping. I moved in closer continuing my thrusts and reached around to massage her pussy as best I could. I wasn't exactly inside her but in that region between her vagina and her rose bud. My fingers massaging the top of her lips then slipping between them to stroke her firm clit.
We continued our gyrations varying the speed until she was ready. Then she covered my fingers with hers focusing on where I needed to be. It didn't take much longer until she let go of my hand to brace herself against the shower wall. With a few more pushes she arched her head back and nearly lost her balance as she entered her climax. I continued pushing slowly using my hands to help keep her up. Just as she finished her moment of bliss I let loose and splattered my load against the shower wall.
We both stood in that confined space catching our breaths for a few moments. We never have sex standing up or in any other position besides horizontal in bed. Whatever had sparked this little interlude I'd like to find out and preserve it for other occasions. But for now I was just grateful for it.
