Couples Life Altering Cruise 4

June 26, 2008 – 7:28 pm

Chapter 4
When we returned to our stateroom we both had the same impressions.
First we could not believe that we had sex in front of others. Second
there was increased feeling of respect, love and intimacy between us. To
our surprise we both had really enjoyed this experience but were unwilling
to talk about it because we were aware–and maybe afraid–of where it might
lead.

When we awakened on this Friday morning, the next to the last of this
cruise, we were docked in the port of St. Thomas. Tourism is the
principle business of the protectorate and the dock area was lined with
garish displays of locally produced goods. There must have been ten rows
of tents for the vendors each of whom was barking out trying to get the
attention the newly arrived tourists.

Before we left our new friends last night we agreed that if anyone
wanted to join Susan and I for a trip to Water Island they were welcome.
We had been there before and remembered a small beautiful beach that was
very private and perfect for a totally relaxing afternoon. Not
surprisingly both couples showed up at the right time and place.

After leaving the ship we had to find a water taxi for the 20-minute
trip. There was absolutely no mention or reference to the preceding
night’s events. It was relaxing to watch the islands pass by and see the
other large cruise ships at dock. I assumed 9/11 was the reason we saw
numerous small patrol boats continuously passing up and down the line of
floating resorts.

Arriving at the small dock at Water Island was a unique picture. The
first fixture is a shower that had only three sides which created a very
small area of privacy. The next fixture was an exchange library for guests
and residents. That was a home made box with six shelves standing on four
wooden legs. The local rule was to put a paperback in the box when you
took one out. The island had no source of water except rain water that
accumulated in the cisterns of the few permanent residences. Normal
matters of personal hygiene must be adapted to the circumstances. Tooth
brushing is done without running water and showers required pre-planning
and energy to save on the consumption of this resource. None of us had to
avail ourselves of either but the signage outlining the local protocol was
unique.

It was only a fifteen minute walk from the island’s jetty to our
secluded beach but we were carried enough provisions for an overnight stay.
The breakfast buffet line had taken a serious hit and fresh fruit, sliced
meats and wonderful fresh rolls filled one of the beach bags. Jeff, who
considered himself a beer tasting expert brought two six packs of some
little known German beer and a couple bottles of chardonnay. The mood was
not unlike a tailgate party before a college football game.

Beach towels filled the third bag and of course no one considered
bringing extra clothes. It was approaching 11:30 a.m. and the sun was
nearing its zenith. It was, of course, higher in the sky than as seen in
central Ohio, what little sun there is in early March. Everyone took there
clothes off as if they were in the privacy of their own home.

Although this was the third day in a row I had seen them nude, Carrie
and Rhonda still created a small but discernable excitement within me.
Similarly I was not used to being nude with other males and I have to admit
my eyes wandered to their cocks as everyone walked about as if setting up a
campsite.

It was almost surreal to believe that a few hours ago Susan and I had
watched the four of them literally dive into one another with breasts,
balls, pussy hair, nipples and cocks without concern for who was doing what
to whom.

The last time I saw those two furry little triangles they had been
thoroughly fucked and were starting to leak their combined juices before
the men went down on their own and then the other’s spouse. They seemed to
feast on the natural bi-product of their love making.

Today everyone moved about as couples without the slightest sign of
intimate familiarity between them. Everyone applied a liberal amount of
suntan oil on themselves and their spouse. Spreading suntan oil up and
down Susan’s shoulders, back, cute bottom and legs is a real turn on for
me.

Approximately 100 yards out from the beach there was a float made with a
wooden platform supported with four large drums, one under each corner
bobbed gently with rolling surf. Susan and I had started into the water
and were about waist deep when she suggested we swim out to the float. We
walked about a quarter of the way before we had to start swimming. Neither
of us do much swimming and we took our time getting there. On one side was
a small ladder which made entry onto the float easier. We stood up and
moved about testing our sea legs. We felt a small sense of accomplishment
arriving there and enjoyed waving to our new friends.

I could not keep my hands off Susan and stepped up behind her allowing
my oiled and wet cock to slide back and forth across her bottom while my
hands circled to her breasts. She turned towards me and we began a
mouth-to-mouth kiss like nothing I could remember. Al and Tipper Gore
would have been envious.

Susan said that she had really been turned on when the men had gone down
on both women after sex the last two nights. It was something we had never
considered or even thought of doing. She asked if I would want to try it
and I anxiously said yes. The next obvious question was when and where and
she very uncharacteristically said, “Let’s try it now.”

Without towels the hard rough surface of the float would have been too
uncomfortable and possibly painful for either of us to be on the bottom. I
did not believe my ears when she said she would get me started with a hand
job/blow job combination and when I was good and hard, we would use the
ladder and I would fuck her doggy style. I was stunned by her suggestions
but more than willing to try. This almost pure vanilla wife took on a new
and more spirited flavor I was going to learn to enjoy consuming and
sharing.

She proceeded to grab my dick and balls and began to massage both with
vigor. She ended this by bending over and licking the precum off and out
of my dick. Them, she gave my nuts a good spank and said, “Fuck me now.” I
was the first one down the ladder and couldn’t believe how beautiful her
oiled ass was as she started to descend the ladder. I asked her to stop
after the first step and put her left leg on the float. I wanted to return
the oral favor and stepped up and started tonguing her pussy lips and ass.
She has not allowed me near her rear entrance for almost thirty years but
that day there was no protest as a ran my tongue over, around and in
everywhere. She moaned, “Give me some dick and hurry up about it” as my
cock probed for her pussy.

It soon found home and we started fucking with her doing most of the
moving while I held onto the ladder. She was never vocal during sex but
that day she did not stop talking. There is a constant stream of “Harder,”
“Fuck me,” “Squirt in me now,” Give it to me.” that quickly puts me over
the edge and I banged her pussy hard one last time and held it in while
three, four or five quirts of cum found their place in her hard milking
pussy. She came nearly at the same time and soon had to stop to regain our
composure.

I knew what she wanted, but now after I had climaxed it seemed a bit
different. I was anxious to taste her pussy with my cream in it before but
then the desire had waned. Clearly her wants had not diminished and she
turned around to sit on the float with her legs outside the ladder arms.
“You put it in me and made a mess, now get down there and clean it up,” she
ordered. This was the first time in thirty years I have heard her talk
that way and I complied immediately.

I had to hold onto the ladder with one hand and I could not use my hands
effectively. Just looking at her pussy that close was exciting. I asked
her to open herself so I could see and then taste our juices. It took a
while for our juices to start seeping out but when it did I put my face in
her crouch and started to lick and suck like I had seen Jeff and Ralph do
the last two nights. I was surprised that the taste, although a little
salty, was otherwise very acceptable. Her hips started to move
involuntarily and I did my best to keep my tongue and mouth in place.
Because of my limited use of hands I told her to help herself. She put her
middle finger on her clit and used the small finger to hold open her lips.
With just a few strokes back and forth across the clit, her lips started to
redden and she quickly started to enjoy her second orgasm within twenty
minutes. When she was able to relax, I climbed up the ladder past her and
offered my hand to help her up. We stood on the raft in a close hug as I
told how much I loved her.

We were somewhat startled when we heard and saw the others standing at
waters edge giving us a mild round of applause. Frankly we both had
forgotten about their presence. Never being bashful I gave them a small
bow. Susan said,” Lets go,” and then we dove into the clear blue water.
In my eyes she was the most beautiful mermaid in the ocean. We swam
leisurely to the beach. It is always a strange feeling walking out of the
water onto a beach nude but it’s a feeling I wish I could enjoy more often.
After we had reestablished our spot on the beach I went over to the beach
bag to get a couple of beers. There were several empty beer bottles there
and one wine bottle had been opened. The food stuffs taken from the
morning buffet were enjoyed.

On my way back to our spot with two beers I passed Rhonda lying on her
back with her feet about a foot apart. She surprised me when she lifted up
on her elbows and said, “You went down on Susan like a pro, did you enjoy
it?” While I was trying to form a witty response, she proceeded to spread
her feet farther apart. I said, “We had an excellent example to follow.” I
could hardly stop staring at her that perfectly trimmed dark triangle.
There was something very commanding about her presence that excited me. We
were to find out later she was certainly a take- charge type of person who
enjoyed directing others and often for her own pleasure.

Susan and I enjoyed lying next to one another soaking up this totally
new experience. Although we were not strangers to being nude in mixed
company the chemistry created with our new friends was unique.

Someone mentioned that it was after 2:00 p.m. and we should think about
getting back to the ship. We packed up the empties, trash and our few
worldly goods, put our clothes back on and started our 15-minute walk back
to the taxi dock. As we left the beach I glanced out at the raft and hoped
that some day Susan and I could relive that intimate moment again here.
Everyone seemed pleased with finding our own private hideaway and thanked
us for the great idea and execution. Being the new kids on the block we
appreciated those comments and sensed our friendship growing. We waited
about ten minutes for the water taxi to arrive and then we started the
short trip back to the main harbor.

Shortly after we left the dock the remaining beers and food stuffs were
rationed. Jeff reached into their beach bag and pulled out his digital
camera. He proceeded to take pictures of Susan and I then Rhonda and Ralph
and then the four of us together. The taxi driver offered his assistance
and we had pictures of all six of us together and then as couples with each
other with the hills surrounding St. Thomas harbor in the background.
This was a beautiful moment on this vacation that Susan and I were later to
agree was a life-altering trip.

Jeff asked us to meet them for cocktails before dinner and join them at
their table for our last evening meal. Without hesitation we accepted the
invitation and then proceeded to our stateroom for our afternoon siesta was
which was becoming a much needed daily ritual.

to be continued…

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