When we left, it was supposed to be a relaxing week with just my husband and I on a cruise to Alaska. I bought the tickets, an adults only cruise lasting 10 days. My husband and I, nearing our 50’s were both on board with the idea of swinging, having tried it once or twice successfully with some friends, now we wanted to try it on board with new couples. We flew out a day early, and boarded the cruise as soon as we could. I was so excited, I had never been to Alaska before, nor have I been on a ship like this either. The inside felt so glamorous and fancy, I felt like some golden era Hollywood actress with all the golden adornments everywhere. We got to our room and it was like a dream, it was even fancier than our own house. Our balcony window faced out to the port we entered from, a large floor to ceiling glass window straight outside, I was so horny already I, so grateful for my husband to bring me here, that as he turned around from the window back towards me, I had already taken my top off, and was on my knees, ready to suck his cock.
I guess all it takes is 12 hours away from the kids, and my husband is back to his youthful self, hard and ready to fuck. I teased and circled the tip, sucking it playfully like an ice cream cone in between deepthroating to the base, licking his balls with the shaft down my throat. God I fucking love sex so much, my brother-in-law being a doctor has been a blessing with getting me the right medication to regulate my hormones after having so many babies. I couldn’t imagine nearing my 50’s, and not wanting sex everyday. We just skipped having lunch and fucked in the king size bed for hours. It’s been so long since we could just openly fuck without having to keep quiet because of the kids. Something we took advantage of to the fullest right away, leaving my pussy full of my husband’s load when we decided we should go get some dinner before we kept going.
To dinner, I wore a cute white top that hugged my large tits closely, with a small fur coat over to keep it somewhat “classy” and not overly slutty. Underneath I had a slim black skirt that went down just above the knee, with a custom symbol I sewed on myself just for this trip. Using black thread, I sewed an upside-down pineapple symbol along the lower part near my outer thigh. Subtle, but if you noticed it, you would know what it means… I sat with my husband enjoying a lovely salmon dinner when a young couple approached, asking to sit by us. I’m 48, my husband 51, so these two had to be around late 20’s to mid 30’s. I very happily told them to sit next to us, the girl was a cute blonde girl, fairly busty but had a huge ass and hips, and her husband was a tall, lean, athletic black man with a runner’s build. Any chance of this being a chance meeting, played of as having nowhere else to sit went out the window when the girl, who introduced herself as Bridgette, said how much she loved my skirt.
Our conversation turned ti swinging, what we liked, what we didn’t. We also talked about the “rules” on board the ship. You see Bridgette and her husband James have been on this cruise many times before, as have many other passengers. In that time, they’ve developed an “underground” system for finding like-minded couples open to sharing each other. On days my husband and I are looking to swing, I would wear a red dress or skirt, and him a red tie. On days we want to keep to ourselves we wear any other color, but on days we wanted only one of us to swing, that person would wear purple.
When we had enough to eat, and had enough conversation, we invited the new couple back to our room. The sex we had with them was good, but not what I was totally hoping for this vacation. James’s BBC was hard for sure, but I was hoping for some BIG Black Cock, not just black cock… I will admit, he did know how to eat pussy really well, and he did make me squirt that way, but overall it was my husband that had the most fun that night.
Bridgette and I shared some “tips and tricks” we had learned the next morning as we showered and did our makeup for the day. I thanked her for letting me use her man, and for the tips on what to wear. That morning, we went out for brunch, and my husband was wearing his yellow shirt and jeans, which surprised me as I had my red cardigan on, but after a quick question, swapped it out for a purple top I had packed. We entered the dining area and I felt like we walked into a totally different ship. So far the cruise was mostly white couples, but the room was filled with handsome black men in various shades of red and purple clothing… and here I am in a purple top with my white husband. I looked at my husband, he looked at me, and all he said was, “Have fun babe…” as he kissed me on the cheek and went to go grab food, leaving me alone in a sea of handsome black men.
I don’t know who took me first, or what room we went to, I didn’t bother asking names, but my God was it amazing right from the start. In all my years, black men fuck women differently based on age. Late teens and early 20’s college girls get ravaged hard as their young fertile pussies get bred with black babies, late 220’s, 30’s and early 40’s women are treated with more “respect”, taking it slow as if we can’t handle that kind of intensity anymore. But now as a girl nearing 50, I’m in that wonderful “Older Milf” category where the younger BBCs just don’t care anymore, and use and abuse my body like some kind of living fleshlight. One after another, passed around like a porn magazine in a high school boys bathroom. These men knew how to fuck, and every time I thought I had been stretched my limit on the biggest BBC of my life, he pulled out and an even bigger cock replaced it.
Let me tell you when I squirt, it’s never that dramatic like you see girls do in videos online… it’s pretty much always a small dribble of liquid and an orgasm, but now I felt like I was pissing across the room while these men used me. When I finally got a chance to count, I was surprised to find it had only been five men the whole time, it felt like 20 at the least. But there was one, Michael, a black man around 56 that held me through getting fucked by the others, fingering my clit like some old martial arts master as he whispered in my ear “Good girl…” as I lost control over myself so many times.
I could go on, but that was day one of a ten day cruise. I didn’t exclusively fuck BBCs, plenty of white men got a taste of me too, but many of the men, and a surprising amount of their wives expressed their wishes for me to return for another cruise. Something I was more than willing to do after having a time like this. My husband however only got pussy from two other girls when he went out by himself. Of the 7 girls he fucked that week, 5 of them we met together. I kept a tally going on my inner thigh with a sharpie, 28 men total, 10 white men, Latinos, 1 Asian man and the rest BBCs. The other perk of being a woman of “my age”? No need for birth control, when I’m too old to get pregnant anymore.
I’d be remiss if I ended this story here though, after all, I left out one of the kinkiest parts of the trip. We left port on a Thursday, and like a good little Catholic girl I went to the Sunday morning service at the chapel on the ship. Well, I didn’t even think about it as I was getting dressed, but I went wearing my lovely purple dress. A few of the other couples wore red and purple too, but I didn’t know if those rules applied here. Well… let’s just say the sexy young girl wearing purple seated right beside me whispered that I should stay after the end… Hubby left to go get breakfast, but me, that girl, and two other ladies stayed back to chat. Or so I thought. The pastor, an older black man, comes back out to talk, and within 15 minutes, the doors are locked and the clothes are off. Never in my life did I think I’d be such a slut as to orgasm while fucking a pastor after church. But these church ladies stood around us naked cheering us on until my body shuddered and I rolled of quickly replaced by another girl. We finished quickly as the pastor jizzed on the young girls tits, and the three of us ladies licked her clean after. I swear I never dreamed an 18+ cruise would actually be this 18+.
Despite the clear imbalance in body count, my husband was thoroughly satisfied and enjoyed every minute. We had conversations with many of our new friends and decided to meet back up for another cruise same time next year. I already can’t wait, as I sit here typing this story waiting for the year ahead, I think how my daughter Sasha will turn 18 by then, maybe I can bring her along?
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My first story in many months, I haven’t had that many ideas worth writing. I hope you enjoy it, and the selfie for the guys to pleasure themselves to…
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