My 43-year-old wife really let herself go sexuality

It was our third cruise to the Caribbean and my wife,
Amie, had been in a deep sexual funk for several months
over family and work-related matters.

This time, I decided, the sex would be better than ever
and she needed, at 43 to open up that more than ripe
body of hers to the joys of sheer pleasure.

I helped her shop in the port city for just the right
bathing suits, lingerie and sexy dining clothes that
would set her off from the crowd and help create
opportunities. For 13 years I had longed to see her
taken, by choice of course, by other men, as I watched.
This was the cruise, I decided, when it would happen.

The first night at sea we met our pre-assigned table
mates for the late seating, as usual. So much nicer to
eat late, relax with the wine and get to know your mess
partners. I knew as soon as we sat down and passed
around our names exactly what couple seemed most likely
to think our (my) way.

His name was Derek, as tall as I was, 5’9, not quite as
much white hair, but handsome with slight balding, and
just slightly slimmer than me. It was obvious he worked
out a lot, was well read and a good conversationalist
with twinkling grey eyes.

Sarah, his wife, was more around 5’4, a black-eyed
beauty and it appeared in her off the shoulder gown
that she was quite fit, had short black hair and as
they approached the table, had a tennis-player’s shape,
quite attractive.

My wife took to both of them immediately, almost to the
chagrin of the eight other passengers dining at our
table, but most of them were considerably older or
younger. Sarah, it turns out, was 49 but looked all as
young as my wife who was six years younger.

Derek and I, it turns out, were both 65, fairly fit,
and had been born within three weeks of each other. The
wine flowed well and I decided early on to test the
waters. After all this was going to be only a six-night
cruise and I had no intention of wasting a single one.

While there was a time limit on the use of the pool or
Jacuzzis, 10:30 p.m. I persuaded Amie to try the
closest thing to a reserved hot tub that we could find,
she agreed, but said she didn’t want to wear the bikini
tonight, just her regular bathing suit since we were
with folks we didn’t know that well.

It was obvious Sarah and Derek had no such
compunctions. When we got to the covered, rather large
Jacuzzi, both were already in the water, Sarah in the
skimpiest of a white bikini that barely covered her
already stiff nipples and was revealing enough to show
she was well shaved down below.

We all decided to stick to iced tea in the somewhat
warm water. After some small talk about jobs, employees
and how semi-retirement was treating the guys, Sarah
abruptly announced that even with the bikini on, it was
too hot. A nod from Derek and both top and bottom came
off, revealing perky but small breasts with very long
nipples and a smooth shaved crotch.

Amie glanced at me somewhat nervously. My swimming
trunks were entirely too constricting on my growing
erection in the bubbles. Derek’s head was back against
the side of the pool but he was smiling as he watched
Amie’s uncomfortable, but no doubt arousing, situation.

I said, “Go ahead, baby…at least let the top drop
down.” She blushed, then looked back at Sarah and said,
“Ok, you untie it.” I reached over, pressing against
her hardened nipples and untied the bow knot, then
looked back to see both Derek and Sarah glance
approvingly at her 34C assets.

I slid off my trunks, Derek dropped his bikini bottoms,
and Amie could see through the bubbles that he was
larger _ and thicker _ than I was, and it was growing.

The tension was building, as, unfortunately were the
waves, and our reservation time was running out, as I
kept my hand rubbing high inside Amie’s thigh and Derek
held Sarah against him as she obviously was stroking
his 10 inches at least, all while carrying on a totally
related conversation.

Then the steward announced our time was up. Derek had
the key idea then: “How about drinks in our cabin,
robes only?” “Sounds like a winner to me,” I replied.
Amy remained silent, and just as Derek and I were
climbing from the tub, both fully hard, she reached up
and pulled me back down and did her best to swallow my
tongue. I knew the night was going swimmingly.

Amie’s not as multi-orgasmic as you read about in so
many swinger stories, but she’s usually good for at
least three, with the third being of epic proportions.
Back in our cabin, we took our time, showered together
in the cramped stall, my fingers playing with her slit
and ass as we soaped up, all the time kissing deeply,
without words, in expectation of what we knew tonight
meant,

I pulled out the bottle of Bordeaux from my week’s
supply and we set off down the corridor wearing the
cruise line’s signature short-legged robes, arriving in
yards at Derek and Sarah’s cabin.

Sarah opened the door, wrapped only in a light blue
towel draped around her petite body to accentuate those
cute curves and leaving little to the imagination below
her hips. She gave me a quick kiss and a long, long hug
for Amy, motioning us to the chairs or bed just as
Derek stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a short
thin towel around his waist and an obvious semi-
erection.

Sarah dropped the lights low and sat on the bed next to
Amie while I sat in a lounger with my feet up on the
queen-sized bed and Derek quite openly lay down on his
side behind the two women, propping his head up with
one arm to the right of Sarah.

The conversation was casual, bordering on personal
intimacies at times, but finally got around to how
important these cruises were to bring two people back
together physically and let themselves enjoy each
other’s bodies when and where they can.

Sarah agreed, leaning back against her husband’s chest
as she let the thin towel fall off her breasts and
Derek brought his free hand around her left side and
fondled her erect nipples.

Amie took a quick, and rather healthy, drink of her
wine, glancing nervously over to Sarah, who held her
eyes closed as Derek played with her breasts and
lightly kissed her neck.

Just as I decided it was time to end Amie’s nervousness
over the situation, Sarah let the rest of the towel
slip to the floor, exposing her beautiful shaved mons
which already had a glistening of wetness on the
outside lips.

Amie was beside herself now, somewhere, I could tell,
between heaven and hell. I opted for heaven, rose from
the chair, grabbed her gently and offered my tongue to
her wondering lips, her eyes open, half eager, half
wondering.

“But we can’t…” the words trailed off weakly as I
opened her robe, pulling it off her shoulders and
revealing her breasts, the nipples as stiff as I’d ever
seen or felt them, and laid her back gently against
Derek’s bare thighs.

My hand wandered quickly to between her thighs where,
despite her early protestations, she was flowing onto
the robe and the red hairs of her sex were dew-like and
musky. As Sarah and Derek watched, I dropped to my
knees and moved my tongue over her now dripping
opening, teasing my tongue in and out as I worked to
her now emerging clitoris.

Sarah joined Amie’s moaning, turning around gently in
Derek’s arms and pulling away the light towel to reveal
his raging 10-inch erection, only inches away from
Amie’s face. Amie turned her face toward it slightly,
registering obvious surprise at its size, then looked
quickly back at me, slowly humping and pulling my face,
now soaked in her delicious juices, deeper into her.

Her look was an obvious question, and I pulled myself
away from her cunt for a moment to nod in permission.
The look she gave back was one of sheer pleasure.

Sarah finished giving a heavy saliva coating to Derek’s
uncut rod, then, smiling, pointed it toward Amie,
offering the first taste of the evening. Shifting
himself into position, Derek deep kissed Sarah and
dropped his fingers deep in his wife as Amie
tentatively tasted the head of his cock, then almost
immediately, as in a great hunger, almost took it all
the way in her mouth.

“Can I fuck your wife’s mouth?” Derek asked belatedly,
the tension building in his face and his body moving a
small portion of his obvious 10 inches smoothly in and
out of my wife’s face.

“Looks like you don’t need my permission, Derek,” I
answered. Then Amie’s familiar deep moaning began as I
again buried my face deep inside her, lightly biting at
her clitoris while burying my thumb deep in her ass.

Sarah then moved her lithe form down to take Amie’s
left breast deep in her mouth, lightly teething on the
nipple as my wife’s moans reached a crescendo which
meant all hell was about to break loose.

Then my attempt to orchestrate the scene paid off in
spades. I knew Derek cumming in her mouth would set off
a gigantic orgasm so I watched as he neared a climax
and as Sarah divided her attention between Amie’s
jiggling breasts.

Then Derek let loose: “OH MY GOD, I’M CUMMING IN YOUR
MOUTH, HERE IT IS…NGGGGGGH, he cried as string after
string of his hot semen poured down her throat, Amie’s
body stiffened in that all too familiar manner as she
pulled my face deep into her and tried to scream
through Derek’s cock, her hips bucking up and down in a
frenzy and her juices flowed deep into my mouth.

Sara looked on gleefully, her hands behind Amie’s back,
helping her rise and fall to the contractions of her
climax. As they subsided, and Derek’s still hard cock
slid from her mouth, droplets of unswallowed cum
covered her pouting lips. Softly, Sarah reached over
and wiped a dripping gob from Amie’s mouth with her
finger, and then tasted Derek’s remnants herself.

When she came down from that indescribable moment, Amie
lay back, her legs splayed open, arms spread out, her
body and pussy glistening from the sweat of the moment.
I climbed onto the bed, took her gently into my arms
and sent my tongue deep into her mouth, still salty
from the taste of Derek’s cum.

It was her first orgasm of the evening, and of the
cruise. Holding me closer in the climax’s aftermath,
she smiled and said, “I have to have it in me… is it
alright?”

“It certainly is,” I replied, adding: “And is it OK if
I fill up Sarah?”

“No problem at all,” she said, smiling.

Derek pointed toward the shower, and asked my now
recovering wife if she wished to join him there for a
quick wash-up, both well coated in perspiration. I
said “I could probably use one too,” but Sarah had
other ideas, pulling me down to a deep kiss, saying “I
just have to taste the both Derek and your wife,” as
she pulled at my tongue, mixing his cum and Amie’s
pussy juice down her throat.’

Both showering partners were quickly out of the stall,
hardly big enough for one person, and sat, holding each
other as Sarah moved her cleanly shaved, but dripping
cunt over my mouth while dropping forward to take my
six inches completely in, sucking deeply on the
foreskin while grinding her juicy opening onto my face.

Given the show Amie had given us earlier it didn’t take
long before Sarah was moaning deeply, quickly, grinding
her wetness all over my mouth as her body tensed and
she let loose a most delicious fluid that I drank of
deeply.

As I was about to loose everything into her mouth, she
stopped, declaring, “I want it inside me…I want Derek
to taste it.. Then she squatted over me, slowly taking
me deep into her very tight cunt in short stabs, so
intense that I lost it in a very few movements. ‘I’M
CUMMING, DAMN AM I CUMMING,” I shouted as it spurted
into her, driving her to a humping frenzy as my juice
splattered up against her cervix and began dripping out
in globs as she drove up and down on me.

As she shuddered and continued riding me, Derek moved
around behind her on the bed to clasp her breasts close
and kiss her deep as Amie, now flowing again, sat on my
face for a good ass licking as she bent forward to
share Derek’s tongue with Sarah.

It was Amie’s first woman-to-woman experience and it
was obviously a combination of lust, eagerness to ride
Derek’s cock and experimentation that brought it on so
quickly.

We continued to come down off fantastic climaxes and
slowed a bit to savor some of the Bordeaux and some
finger sandwiches Sarah had wisely ordered ahead.

Amie and Sarah sprawled side by side on the bed
chatting and laughing as Derek and I took the breather
to amble to the patio and discuss how to top off the
evening.

“Is Amie into anal, at all?” he asked, smiling. I said
“definitely” but noted that the highlight of this first
of what was shaping to be six nights of sheer lust with
Derek and Sarah would, for me, to watch Amie take his
10-plus inches to what I promised would be a good show.

“I don’t think she’s had anything that size yet,
especially that thick,” I remarked. He had to be a good
six inches around.

Derek’s tool was back to full performance level with
that remark. As we wandered back into the stateroom and
I climbed onto the bed next to Amie, I whispered
softly, sliding my hand between her legs, but not too
soft for Derek and Sarah to hear: “It’s that time for
what you want.”

Her green eyes took on that misty quality as she smiled
and we kissed strongly, trying to swallow each others’
tongues.

“Sarah and I would like to help, if that’s OK?” we
asked. Her grin grew as Sarah maneuvered over to Amie’s
left side, gave her a passionate kiss then reached down
to pull her left thigh open, I took the right side,
kissing both her and Sarah as we held her open.

Derek was back to full size and dripping pre-cum
heavily as he crawled onto the bed, leaning forward to
taste Amie’s now heavy flow as Sarah and I exchanged
kisses with her and each other while each sucked deeply
on her nipples.

Her mouth fell slightly open with a soft moan as Derek
positioned himself gently between her legs, then slowly
began his entrance, stretching her as she’d never
experienced.

Her eyes widened and she sucked in a quick breath as
Derek gently forced the head of his engorged cock into
her opening. She darted a look at me as if to protest
but I smothered any complaint with my mouth and probing
tongue.

She gasped again as Sarah and I lifted her sweating ass
slightly and with a slow, wet push, Derek managed to
get at least three inches into her now swelling cunt.

She sucked in a quick breath then threw her head back
sharply, seeking someone’s tongue as he slowly, yet
firmly, buried two more inches – he has halfway in.

Then the spasms began, she nearly swallowed my tongue
as Sarah continued to bite at her hard nipples and
Amie’s vagina muscles twitched to accommodate Derek’s
six-inch girth. Both Derek and Sarah remarking, “Wow!”
as the watched pearls of her cunt juice spurt out from
around his erection and soak her red bush.

“My God, I’ve never seen a woman flow like that,” he
murmured as Amie threw her head back, mouth open and
eyes glaring at the ceiling as she worked to take in
the thickest cock she’d ever seen or had.

“Wait, wait,” my dripping wife asked, gazing at the
three of us. “My God, I’ve never felt anything so
filling in my life. Go easy, please.”

Again I nearly swallowed her tongue, while nodding to
Derek to continue his impalement of my lust-driven
Amie. As he slowly moved another inch into her, she let
out a low growl from deep within her throat, gasping
“Oh, yes, yes!”

By now the sheets under her open cunt were getting
thoroughly soaked and the essence of her weeping sex
was filling the air, exciting all of us. Sarah and I
lifted her ass gently to put a pillow under to soak up
her juices, just as Derek gave another eager push, two
more inches, prompting a squeal, followed by a moaning,
“Oh God, God, it’s so big, I’m coming apart, yet it’s
so wonderful!”

Derek leaned forward to taste Amie’s hard and quivering
nipples, then kissed her deep, their tongues visibly
working inside their cheeks. He asked: “Ready for it
all, my beauty?”

Taking a quick taste of my and Sarah’s tongues, she
smiled, uttered a guttural moan, then smiled, asking
“Hold me open, hold me open…now Derek, NOW!!!”

Then he drove home, burying all his 10-inch, 6-inch
girth cock firmly against her cervix. Her body jumped,
eyes rolled back and she grasped mine and Sarah’s arms,
screaming, “Jesus, Jesus, it’s so great!”

Amie’s body was visibly quivering as her vagina
accustomed itself to his throbbing cock. Even Derek,
with the drama of the moment looked already as if he
was holding his second major cum of the evening. Then
he began to move in and out of her slowly , his cock
slick and glistening from her musky juices.

Taking in deep breaths as she felt her body matching
his rhythm, she began that eager, growling moan, and
kept repeating, “OH MY GOD, IT’S SO BIG, DARLING, SO
BIG! Her body shaking and quivering indicated a major
climax building. Both were visibly sweating, the
perspiration rising in bright beads on their tense
bodies.

Sarah and I exchanged another kiss, tightened our grip
under Amie’s armpits and pulling her legs open wider as
the growls and urgent whimpers grew and Derek gave up
slight grunts as he worked toward the looming cum.

As we hoped, both erupted in screams, Amie almost at
the top of her voice as she poured out her pleasure in
a long “AARRRRGH, YES, YES.!” And Derek, now in full
sweat and stride shouted “‘DAMN! DAMN YES, TAKE IT ALL,
AMIE!”

Then came a brief, but highly dramatic pause in their
thrusting, their eyes met, and wild smiles broke out on
their faces, Derek asking, “Now?” and Amie responding
with a near scream, “FILL ME, FILL ME!” her cries then
overtaking by wild humping as Derek emptied deep into
her and Amie’s belly muscles visibly contracted in
keeping with animal sounds coming from her throat
animal as her juices and Derek’s cum literally squirted
out of their tight connection, spattering over each
other’s thighs.

Her contractions became involuntary, as she screamed
and continued humping. Derek leaned ahead, giving her a
deep kiss as Sarah and I eased our grip on her arms and
she threw them over Derek’s back and locked her legs
tight around his waist.

They stayed in that embrace for almost five minutes, as
I brushed her hair with my hands and Sarah played with
Derek’s backside. As they came down from that fantastic
cum, Derek slowly withdrew his softening erection,
slick with my wife’s juices. As he pulled away, Amie’s
cunt remained gaping open, farther down than I have
ever seen, from the stretching she would remember for a
lifetime, a creamy mixture of her juices and Derek’s
huge load of semen dripping from out her open hole down
the pillow.

Quite sure she had never been so filled, it was more
than Sarah and I could take. And as she went to work on
Derek’s now softened but still hefty cock, cleaning all
the mixed juices away, I went to work with my tongue on
cleaning up my still shaking wife. Never had I seen
nor drank so much cum dripping out of a woman. The
taste was wonderful, indeed.

For the first night of the cruise, it had certainly
been one helluva show…and there were five more to
cum.

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