Couples’ Life Altering Cruise 1

June 28, 2008 – 2:46 pm

Chapter 1
Preface:
I do not know when, why or how I developed a love of erotic writings but
it has been with me since first snooping in magazines at the local drug
store forty plus years ago. Playboy of course was the first mainstream
adult magazine and many others followed closely. Lady Chatterley’s Lover
and Peyton Place caught my interest in their times. Until the web became
such a rich source of erotica my favorite read was Variations. It was my
read of choice and I enjoyed picking up a copy at the local airport on each
trip out. As I approach my late fifties, OK my early 60’s, with children
grown and enjoying their own successful careers, I reflect on those erotic
thoughts that have followed and grown within me. This story is about 95%
fantasy and 5% reality. The geography is mostly real. It has been
developing in my head for thirty some years. Names and places are almost
all fictional. My wife is real but would not indulge or join me in these
activities. I love her with all my heart and as much as a man can love a
woman but she would think most of this story is disgusting and perverse.
Maybe it is to some but I enjoy thinking and fantasying. Finally after

many years I am making my first attempt at writing erotica.

Chapter 1

Bashful or shy is not a word that could be used to describe either of
us. Being nude outdoors is one of life’s real enjoyments. When I am
planning a vacation or a work trip I try to work in some nude activity.
Although it is not encouraged at home it is accepted. Thirty years ago
Susan did nude modeling for art classes while in graduate school in
California and a small amount of freelance nude modeling during the same
time period. I think her Scandavian heritage brings this trait to life.
We have been fortunate to visit nudist parks in California, Arizona,
Florida, North Carolina, Indiana and Ohio and nudist beaches of St Marteen
, Spain, Denmark and Sweden. We have enjoyed Germanic spas in foreign
hotels where nudity is accepted if not expected. She is rightfully proud
of her body which by any standard is exceptional.

Although we have three grown children she wears many of the same clothes
she wore twenty-five years ago. I make no similar claims to a good
‘figure’ but try to do the best I can with a 61 year old body that does not
get the exercise it needs. Also our sex drives are indeed opposite.
Twenty five years ago the word no was not in her vocabulary when it came to
sex and sex with several variations. I fictionalized the events described
here as she would never consider the use of role play, adult toys or group
scenes. I have taken hundreds if not thousands of pictures of her in all
states of undress and many before, during and after sex.

It was on our fourth cruise that our sex lives found new and exciting
limits. We were on a seven day cruise of the eastern Caribbean on a Royal
Caribbean ship. We had docked on the fourth morning in St Marteen a
beautiful Dutch and French protectorate. We had slept in that morning and
enjoyed a room service breakfast and for a change we did not have sex
although I did use a razor and shaving cream to trim and shape her into a
perfect triangle. Although it was unspoken I think we both knew that
before the day was over hundreds of men and women would see her well
trimmed bush. That did in fact occur and it was admired from a distance as
far away as twenty yards to less than few feet.

Dressed in bathing suits with appropriate tops, sandals, a bag of beach
towels and personal effects we took a taxi to Orient Beach, which is world
famous for its clothes optional beach and resort. Roger, our taxi driver
was a bit of a character that enjoyed pointing out different sites
including a whorehouse where the visiting cruise ship employees found
release. Although it was only 10:00 a.m. there was a waiting line
outside. I inquired about the price for various services but he feigned
ignorance. While keeping one eye on Susan in the mirror he insisted that
we tell him a time to pick us up later that day as he was afraid we would
miss our departure. He settled for giving us his card and I ‘promised’ to
give him a call thirty minutes before we needed to be picked up.

The beach was indeed beautiful. That portion known as Orient Beach is
banana shaped and has a prominent sign designating it as a clothes optional
beach. It was another perfect day with no clouds, a slight sea breeze and
morning temperatures in the high seventies. We walked past the ‘clothes
optional’ sign and bout half way down the 900 yard beach. The beach is
about 100 yards wide and The Orient Beach Resort with its bungalows is
immediately adjacent. We settled about half way between the resort and the
water having passed a couple of beach bars that were not yet open. We put
our towels on two beach chairs and unpacked our few worldly items leaving
passports, cabin cards, credit card and cameras in the bag. There was no
one within twenty yards of us at that time although that would soon change
for both the better and the worse. It took me about a nanosecond to
undress leaving swim suit and shirt in the bag. Susan was typically more
modest and started off the morning topless.

She had her usual seven pounds of magazines and I had the vacation
required John Grisham novel to enjoy. As the morning progressed many more
people arrived. There was an endless line of beach walkers parading along
the water’s edge. The mixture of voyeurs and exhibitionist was about even.
There were men and women of all sizes, ages and descriptions walking the
shoreline. All had dark sunglasses that served dual purposes. As noon
approached the beach became crowded. There were as many singles as there
were couples. Susan and I went into the water several times to cool off
and enjoy the surroundings. On our second walk into the water she stopped
when about waist deep and without coaxing or ceremony Susan removed her
bikini bottom and handed it to me.

When we got back to our chairs two young couples from another cruise
ship had sat close to us. I would guess they were about in their early
thirty’s and all had strong Jersey, nasal rich voices that we would find
irritating under any setting. The girls were clearly there only because
the husbands wanted to be there and they were not the type to let their
husbands out of their sight in these surroundings. Their discomfort was
obvious because they never stopped talking and none of them removed any
clothing. They sat facing us with their backs to the water and the young
men were keenly aware of every woman who was within sight including Susan.

Susan is a beautiful women both dressed and undressed. Although she
claims not to notice, she catches the eyes of both men and women all the
time. Whether out of envy or lust she is always noticed both because of
her natural attractiveness, her sense for style and dress and the manner
with which she carries herself.

As long as I live I’ll never forget the picture that morning of her
lying on her stomach nude with her feet about twelve inches apart and
suntan oil covering her back from head to toe. The Caribbean sun made her
beautiful bottom glisten. I felt proud as both men and women also admired
that picture as they slowly passed by.

Finally the loud foursome from Jersey packed up and left. I had been
intentionally walking as close to them as possible on our way to and from
the water hoping to make them uncomfortable with my nudity. They were
clearly not use to having a strange set of cock and balls pass by so
closely. Maybe it worked.

We were both hungry and thirsty and Susan offered to get a couple of
beers from the thatched roofed bar nearby. Dressed only with a visor,
sunglasses and suntan oil and with a Visa in her hand she left for some
adult beverages. I continued to hold my paperback up as if I was reading,
but in fact with all of the flesh passing by it was hard to stay with the
story. In the first few hours I saw at least one hundred women with whom I
would be proud to have had my picture taken. I did not know that within
the next few minutes Susan would meet two women that would change our life
style permanently.

About twenty minutes later she returned with two Heinekens and a ham
sandwich. Resort life is not inexpensive but it is sure fun. She said
that she ran into two women that were on our ship. Even with just suntan
oil on they recognized and complimented her on the dress she wore on the
first formal dress dinner which was our second night at sea. They were
also getting drinks and while waiting in line started this conversation.

Although they were five and ten years younger they hit if off together
immediately. The younger lady Rhonda and her husband Ralph live in
Richmond, Indiana and Carrie and her husband Jeff live in Dayton, Ohio
which approximately 40 miles apart. Susan and I live in an eastern suburb
of Columbus, Ohio which is 60 miles east of Dayton. It appeared that
Carrie and Rhonda were life long friends having grown up near Lima, Ohio
and graduating from Ohio State. They had taught together in the Dayton
City School District. Both husbands owned their business. Ralph owned a
bookstore near a local university and had two Dairy Queen franchises. Jeff
was a local insurance agent for State Farm whose business is prospering.
That’s a lot to learn while waiting for beer under a thatched roof but they
learn to talk quickly.

Susan had not said anything to me about their exchange until about an
hour later when the four of them were walking by and the girls waved to
Susan. I asked who that was and then got the whole story. Later when we
were finished cooling off in the water and were returning to our lounge
chairs the four of them were walking by in the opposite direction. Carrie
spoke up first and proceeded to introduce her husband, Jeff and then Ralph
and Rhonda to us. It did feel a little different shaking hands with two
men equally nude and saying hello to two good looking women at the same
time. Both men appeared to be in fair shape but not in the body building
mold. I could not help but notice the large cock and balls hanging between
Ralph’s legs. Jeff was more like me, what I would like to think is normal.
I know that the eyes behind their sunglasses they were admiring Susan’s
tight body and outstanding perky breasts. Her breasts are not large by any
standard but they are perfectly formed with nipples always erect. I also
know that her strawberry blond triangle was getting a close inspection
while I kept sneaking peeks at Rhonda’s perfectly trimmed, very thick,
black triangle between her legs. Little did I know that two long time
fantasies of watching Susan’s breasts being sucked by others while having
my cock in her and putting my tongue in a very thick black haired bush
would occur with the next seventy-two hours.

We agreed to meet in the beach bar after checking on our personal items
and getting a credit card/ cash. A necklace for a credit card would have
been convenient if not a little tacky. It was nice sitting in the shade
for a change as we enjoyed a couple of very cold Heinekens. The men fell
immediately into a discussion of Big Ten basketball and the girls talked
about duty free shopping and new clothes. It became apparent that they
were very natural being nude and they must have shared this state together
many times before today. The hot sun and the few beers made us all tired
and we agreed to share a cab back to the ship. Twenty minutes later we all
met at the taxi stand dressed casually and looking forward to a nap before
our 8:00 PM dinner sitting. Roger the morning cab driver would have been
in heaven with three attractive women in his cab at one time. He had
trouble keeping his mind on the road while looking at Susan and with two
more distractions it could have been a dangerous ride. Jeff and Carrie
suggested we meet for a drink in the Starboard Lounge before dinner and we
readily accepted. A very nice morning and afternoon was soon to develop
into an even more interesting evening.

to be continued…

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