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Derek and I were watching TV when a commercial came on about a boat cruise. Surprisingly, he asked if I would be interested in going on a cruise for a vacation. I looked at him - and then kind of laughed, shaking my head in wonderment and amusement. What would we do on a cruise together? As it was, we hardly spoke to each other.
Cards on the table, our marriage was in trouble. We both knew it because we virtually lived separate lives, sleeping in our own bedrooms and, basically, just meeting for meals and occasional chit-chat, like when watching television.
So, we both quickly shrugged off the cruise nonsense and went on about our every day business. But, as the days went by, for some reason the idea never really left me. I began to think it might not be such a crazy thing, it might even be fun. If we got away from mundane everyday living for a time, maybe we could even rekindle our failing marriage. Who knows, something might happen.
Over dinner one night, I finally decided to ask Derek if he’d been serious about the cruise. He looked shocked that I’d brought up the subject but recovered to say he had been serious. So we started talking about several different places we could go. I wasn’t particularly concerned about the destination or route, so I left him to pick a place. He suggested Canada and, as it happened, that was one country I really wanted to visit.
Derek found a party ship going through Canada. I didn't really care for the idea of a party ship, but it had a few stops in Canada where I could get off and look around. So, I agreed and we made plans for the following month. Derek said it was something he’d had really been thinking about, so why waste time?
As we got closer to the departure date, I got more and more excited, thinking that it could be fun. Who knows what might happen? Maybe it really could help our marriage.
We drove to the port, parked our car and boarded the boat. They showed us to our cabins. Because we had separate rooms at home, Derek had booked two cabins on the cruise as well. If, by some miracle, something changed between us, then we could always share one of them.
So, having decided to meet for dinner at six, we settled into our rooms, and took time dressing for dinner. Derek met me at my cabin and dinner was very nice. It was a large buffet - anything you would want to eat - and we got our plates and found a table. As usual, we didn't talk much but spent the evening people watching.
After our meal, we decided to walk around the boat and discover what it had to offer. As a “Party ship” it had everything from a casino to a dance room and all kinds of music: something for everyone. I think Derek had done his home work. There was also a variety of stores for clothing and jewellery, souvenirs - anything you might want.
As it was getting late and I was tired, we headed back to our cabins. I assumed Derek went back to his but, like I said, we didn't have much in common and really didn't do much together. I think he’d chosen this cruise because we could both enjoy ourselves just doing our own thing.
I undressed and prepared for bed. I turned on my computer, checked my favorite sites and then decided to turn in early.
When I woke, I again opened my computer and looked at some sites for a few minutes to kick start my day. After showering and dressing I called Derek's room. There was no answer. Probably, he had already left for breakfast or was still asleep. So I went to breakfast, thinking I would find him there.
When I got to the dinning hall, I looked around but I couldn't see him. I got coffee and a small breakfast, found a table and began to eat. Only a few minutes later, Derek came in and I waved to catch his attention. He got some coffee and breakfast and joined me.
I told him I’d tried calling him but there’d been no answer. He said he must have been in the shower.
We talked about what we’d like to do and decided on a time to meet. Of course, I wanted to check out the shops and he wanted to look over the rest of the ship. Breakfast finished, we went our separate ways.
The shops were lovely but a bit expensive. The people were all very nice and polite. Very helpful. I decided to walk around and see the rest of the boat as we hadn't seen much the previous night.
I found a beautiful area where I could sit and relax, looking out at the water. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day as I sat in a comfortable spot to enjoy my time alone, relaxing. A waiter asked if I would like a drink. I thought it was a bit early so I ordered another coffee. Not that I drink a lot of coffee, but there was a slight chill in the air and I thought it would warm me up along with the sun. The waiter put my coffee on a nearby table and went on his way.
In my own little world, sipping coffee, I heard someone ask if I minded if they sat in the chair next to me. “No, of course not,” I said. ‘There’s no-one sitting there.”
I continued drinking my coffee and enjoying the view as the gentleman sat. From the corner of my vision, he looked quite distinguished with brown hair, nice pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt. I didn't get a good look at his face.
Before long he asked me if I was enjoying the cruise. I turned my head to reply and then saw his face. He was very nice looking, indeed. Deep brown eyes to match his hair colouring, beautiful smile, and a goatee. I loved goatees. I’d often asked my husband to grow one, but he always refused as he didn't like them. Guess it didn't matter what I liked.
“I really haven't done anything except look in a few shops,” I told Mr Goatee. “But I’ve enjoyed what little I’ve done and seen so far.” I smiled at him.
“Are you alone?” he asked.
“No, my husband is with me.”
“I see.”
“He’s off exploring, finding what and where he can have fun.”
“You didn't want to join him?”
“Not really.” I paused and looked into his brown eyes. He seemed interested, almost concerned. So I told him, “This is a vacation that we’re both enjoying in different ways. He wanted the party ship and I wanted the sights of Canada. And so here we are.”
“Oh, hmm. So you will enjoy most things alone?”
I guessed that’s what we would be doing. I carried on looking at him as I thought about this. It’s kind of sad in away, I suppose: on a cruise spending time alone. Not a lot of fun, really.
“My name is Sam.” He reached out a hand.
“Meg.” He held on to my hand and we smiled as I gently withdrew from his grasp.
“Well, I guess I need to get up and continue my tour of the ship,” I said, getting out of my chair. Sam rose from his seat and stood in front of me.
“I hope to see you again Meg.”
“Well, it's a pretty big ship, what would be the chances of that? “ I said, smiling.
Sam smiled back and looked into my eyes. “We shall see,” he said and walked away.
I stood watching him, smiled, and walked in the opposite direction.
All through the day I caught myself looking around. Would I see Sam again? What was I thinking? How silly. Must be hundreds of people on this ship. What would be the chances of that happening?
Feeling a little hungry, I went to the dinning hall for lunch. First, I tried calling Derek but didn’t get an answer. He must be off enjoying himself. I ordered a salad and a tea and began eating. But, strangely, my mind was still on Sam. This is really silly, I thought. Why think about him? Well, I admitted, there had been something about those deep brown eyes that I could not forget.
I thought I would go to my cabin for a nap. The breeze on deck had made me a bit tired. Back in the cabin, I undressed and lay on my bed. I had opened the curtain so that I could watch the waves. I found it very relaxing and was soon asleep.
A knocking on the door woke me and I grabbed my housecoat and went to answer it. On the floor, I saw flowers and a card attached.
It was nice meeting you today. Sam.
I looked at the flowers and back to the card. How did he know my cabin number? I never told him.
Inside, I set the flowers down and put the card in a drawer. I didn't want anyone seeing this card. Especially not Derek.
It was getting towards dinner, so I phoned Derek. He answered and I asked him what he’d been doing and said that I had called earlier. He said he hadn't received a call and he’d been in a casino, so maybe there was no service in there. I didn't think much of it and asked if he would like to join me for dinner. He said he would collect me from my cabin.
I filled the tub with hot water and some bubble bath. While the water was running, I ordered a bottle of wine. Yes, I would enjoy a relaxing hot bath and glass of wine before dinner. The wine was delivered and I poured a glass, climbed into the tub and slid down into the water. I rested my head on the back of the tub and closed my eyes. It was beautiful, really enjoyable. I picked up the wine bottle from the floor alongside the bath and poured another glass as I soaked luxuriously.
Eventually, of course, the water started cooling so I figured I’d best finish my bathing and get out. I shaved my legs, under my arms and my pussy, which I always kept bald. I enjoyed the smooth feeling and the sensation of clothes rubbing against my naked pussy.
I looked at the clock. I still had time. Shaving my pussy always got me excited. So I slid fingers along my slit. With the bubbles in the water, and my juices already soaking my pussy, I had no problem putting some fingers inside.
I poked two fingers in and and out of my pussy. It felt so good - but I needed more. I reached for my little washing bag next to the tub: inside was my favorite glass dildo that always brought me so much pleasure. I slid it across my clit, down my slit and pushed it inside.
I began fucking myself and, sliding my other hand down, I rubbed and circled my clit. I hadn't cum in a couple days and I really needed this. Pushing my toy deep into my pussy while pinching and pulling my clit, it wasn't long before I exploded in a frantic organism. Mmm, it felt so good.
Since Derek and I had ceased having sex years ago, my only relief was through my own hands and use of toys. I continued to slowly pleasure my pussy with the dildo, gently in and out, as I came down from my orgasm. My clit was still very sensitive but I glanced at the clock and it was now late.
Reluctantly, I stood up, rinsed myself and cleaned my glass friend and put him on the side of the tub. I dried myself and walked over to the closet. What should I wear?
Feeling sexy, with my clit still tingling after my orgasm, I decided to wear a matching black lace bra and thong under a long black silk dress. The dress had a slit along the left leg, a low V neckline and a deep scooped back.
In front of the mirror, I smiled. Not bad for a lady in her fifties. My breasts were still firm and my nipples reacted instantly to the feel of the silk dress. I had curves, full hips and a round bottom. Yes, I was pretty happy with my figure. I decided to wear my long brown hair up to keep the top of the dress uncovered - and display my flesh. I felt strangely adventurous. Something to do with Sam and the flowers, maybe!
The final touches included applying make up - a bit darker for the dining hall lights - some lipstick, perfume and long earrings. Then I was ready to go. A knock at the door signalled that Derek had arrived. I opened it and there he was, dressed like he was ready for a night on the town: a sports coat, pair of dress slacks and a white shirt with a tie. We politely complimented each other on our appearances and set off for dinner.
As we approached the formal dining room, everyone was dressed in suits and long dresses. We had not been to this room previously so we were excited at what we saw. We were shown to a table and, looking around, everything was beautiful. A band played softly and, when we were given menus, Derek ordered wine.
We drank a glass of wine and then we were served dinner. Unfortunately, as usual, we talked very little during the meal. I had really hoped things would be different this evening, but it was the same routine. When we finished eating, Derek ordered a scotch and water. It was his favorite drink but, usually, it didn't take many for him to start feeling the affects.
I hoped he would have the one drink and stop. But no, he ordered another. I could see where this night was going. I continued to sip my wine and looked around the room.
I saw Sam walk in and I turned quickly away, not wanting him to see that I’d been looking at him. I’d finished the last of my dessert and glass of wine, but Derek had ordered his third Scotch. I was debating whether to leave or stay. I knew how Derek would start behaving and I really didn't want to be around.
When Derek starts heavy drinking, he becomes obnoxious, someone I don't like at all. Now, as he finished his third drink, he announced he was going to the casino and asked if I wanted to go with him. I took my chance and politely told him I would rather stay and listen to the music. Maybe I would venture down to the other music room.
Derek left and I began to think I’d go back to my cabin. I was quite annoyed, almost angry, with him but I didn't want to let him ruin my night. I sighed, thought for a few moments and decided to order another glass of wine. I watched couples on the small dance floor in front of the band.
'Is this seat taken?”
It was a familiar voice. I looked up at Sam.
“No it isn’t. Please, sit.”
“Your husband has gone? I presume it was your husband.”
“Yes it was. He’s gone to the casino.”
“You didn't want to go, Meg?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Derek has already had several drinks and when he drinks too much, he’s pretty mean. I decided to stay here for a bit, then head back to my cabin.”
“What about when he he comes back? Will you be safe?”
“Yes. I’m in my own cabin.”
Sam seemed surprised. “Oh?”
I revealed some facts about Derek and I, our sexless marriage, his drinking, the fact we sleep in separate rooms at home.
“Why do you stay?”
“Matter of finances.”
The waiter brought my drink and sat it on the table. I thanked him as he walked away. I picked up my glass and took a sip of wine.
“I'm sorry Meg, no-one should have to live like that.”
“Thank you Sam. Would you mind if we talked about some thing else?”
“Sure. I apologise. I didn't mean to intrude.”
“It's fine,” I said and smiled at him.
Immediately, he asked, “Care to dance, Meg?”
Would I? My smiled broadened. “Thank you, I would love to.”
We walked to the dance area. Sam put an arm around me and pulled me so tight I thought I could feel his heartbeat. I could certainly feel mine. His eyes stared into mine and I couldn't look away. His dark brown pools held my attention. He seemed to be looking clear through me, deep into me. What was it about this man that intrigued me so much? We danced and I felt that no-one else was in the room. It was just the two of us, entwined, and our gazes locked.
After a couple of dances, I felt the wine might be affecting me. I needed some air.
"Sam, I'm sorry, I need to step outside for a bit. I think I’ve had a bit too much wine. It’s rather warm in here."
"Of course, I will come with you,” he said and escorted me back to my table. I retrieved my purse and we headed for the door. Outside, we walked for a bit until we found a bench. The night was beautiful, stars shinning brightly in a clear sky lit by a full moon. It was perfect, romantic even. Although my head was spinning a little, I smiled at Sam. I was happy and, at that moment, content.
We talked for what seemed to be hours. Finally, I said I needed to get to my cabin, it was late. Sam said he was concerned about my safety and he would walk me back to my cabin. I assured him I would be fine but, when I stood I stumbled and fell into Sam's arms. Our gaze locked again. What was it about this man?
He leaned towards me and placed his lips on mine. He kissed me with a gentle but rising passion that I had not felt in a very long time. We stood kissing for quite some time until Sam whispered in my ear, “I've got to have you."
I leaned back against his embrace, but he held me tight. His eyes pierced mine and he kissed me again.
With his arm around me, we began to walk. I thought we were heading for my cabin but we arrived at Sam's. He looked down at me and, although my mouth was trying to say “No,” my body was saying “Yes.”
It was so long since I’d been with a man but I knew this was wrong; I knew I shouldn't be with him.
Sam again whispered in my ear. "I want you, and you want me. I'm gonna have you tonight. Now."
He opened his door and and guided me in. The door was instantly shut and Sam held me up against the wall. He held my hands above my head, and his body pushed against mine. His kissed me, passionately, hungrily, his tongue probing inside my mouth, finding my tongue. They danced together, just as we had on the dance floor. Sam broke the kiss.
“I'm having you tonight, in ways I'm sure you’ve never been had before."
His eyes pierced mine again and he reached for a breast. I went to say, “No” but he covered my mouth with his. He squeezed my breast, kneaded it, pinched my nipple. And I moaned. He continued pinching and pulling my nipple while his other hand delved inside the slit of my dress and cupped my wet pussy. Yes, oh my god yes, I was wet, very wet. There was no denying that I wanted this man, but I was married and knew it was wrong.
Yet, I couldn't help myself. It had been so long since a man had touched me.
He stopped fondling my breast and took the clip from my hair, letting my long locks cascade to the middle of my back. His hand tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back. He held me in that position as he dipped his head and began kissing and nibbling my throat and neck. I moaned again. What was I doing? My thoughts spread in a million directions, yet I couldn't pull away.
He pulled down the zipper of my dress and again he held my hands above my head.
"Don't move Meg."
He turned me around, pulled my dress down until it lay at my feet. All I had on now was a thong, bra and heels. His hands were all over me, squeezing my breasts and ass, my thighs. I’d never had a man on my body like it. A hand again tangled in my hair, turning me around, his lips hungry for mine, kissing me hard, his tongue in and out of my mouth. He tugged at my thong and it slid down my legs.
My hands went for his jacket to remove it. He stepped back.
"No!"
Sam swooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. My dress and thong, both dangling off my feet, came free and fell to the floor, along with my heels. He lay me on the bed and kneeled in front of me, at my feet. He leaned forward, his mouth moving up my thigh. He spread my legs, also lifting them as he moved along my thighs, wanting them high and wide. He wanted a clear view of what he was about to take.
His tongue licked my slit, opening me, and then began to dart inside my pink, wet pussy. He was claiming his prize. His tongue was deep inside but he replaced it with a finger and licked and flicked my clit. He began to suck my little nub, making it hard, making me moan louder. My hips gyrated, wanting his mouth hard on me, wanting him to make me cum. I was so close, and he knew it, but he wasn't ready to let that happen. Not yet.
He moved his head from my groin, his fingers slowed down, and he stretched up my body to kiss me hard again. I tasted my own juices on his mouth and tongue. But I needed to cum. I was desperate - but still he made me wait.
He stood and removed his jacket, looking at me, his gaze never leaving mine. I unclipped my bra as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, teasing me, knowing how badly I needed him. Next was his belt. He undid his pants, let them drop, then slowly removed his boxers.
My eyes opened wide as I saw Sam’s cock. He was mightily endowed and I exhaled with sudden arousal as I admired his very long and generously thick erection. He stood in front of me and I couldn’t take my eyes off his magnificent cock. As I wondered whether I’d even be able to take him in my pussy, Sam pulled me down to my knees. His huge cock was right there, in my face. I looked up at Sam.
“Suck.”
It was all he said and I took his cock between my lips. His large head almost filled my mouth but I managed to swirl my tongue around it, under his brim. He moaned; I knew that was his spot.
I licked under his head, that sensitive area, and sucked. I placed my hands on his thighs, pulling his cock into my mouth. His hands wrapped in my hair again, on the back of my head, and he pulled and pushed to control my rhythm. He fucked my throat and I could feel he was close, so very close. Then he stopped.
He stepped back and picked me up, putting me back on the bed on my hands and knees. He was behind me and everything was happening so fast. He pushed my legs apart and I felt his huge, hard cock pressing against my tight virgin brown spot. His fingers coated my ass with my pussy juices and he prepared to fuck my ass.
Before I could react he pushed at my hole and I screamed out. He pushed harder. He went slow but it hurt. Then, with one more good push he was in, and he immediately began fucking my ass, in and out. I’d never felt anything like it but soon I was pushing back at him, getting his massive cock deep inside of me.
It wasn't long before I was screaming in joy, “I"m cumming!"
He pulled out quickly, flipped me over and pushed my legs up on my chest. He thrust his cock deep inside my pussy and he fucked me hard and fast. He was soon ready to cum and I was ready to explode again from his furious pounding. He was growling like an animal and soon he was yelling, “Fuckkkkkkkk,” and we erupted together.
We were both fucking out of control and he thrust one more time, hard and deep inside of me, releasing his last drops of cum. Then he collapsed on top of me and we both lay for awhile. He finally rolled off me and kissed me hard.
"You okay?” he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine."
We held each other and slept. The next thing I knew was it was morning. We woke and looked at each other.
I wondered where Derek was, if he’d checked my cabin. I got up and looked at my phone. No messages. He’d probably passed out. I told Sam I needed to leave and shower and change before Derek woke.
Sam walked me back to my cabin, kissed me and left. I got into a hot bath. I felt a bit sore but I was smiling. It was well worth it.
I got out of the bath and, as I finished dressing, my phone rang. It was Derek. He was just getting up. I told him I was going for a walk and would see him later.
I ordered coffee to be delivered. It came - and, with it, was a note was from Sam.
My Dearest Meg,
If you can get away before we dock, I would like to see you again. You can either come to my cabin or I’ll come to you. Or we can meet somewhere else, wherever you feel it’s safe. But, please, see me again before we dock.
Sam
With the note was a key to his cabin. I stood looking out at the waves, wondering what I should do. Should I just leave it as a one-night memory, or see him again? I chose to leave it as a memory. When the ship docks, we will go our own way. No need to drag out a goodbye. It was beautiful. But what happens on a cruise, stays there.
When Derek and I walked off the boat, I glanced back. Standing there was Sam. I smiled and carried on walking. Sam will always be a beautiful memory.
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