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CRUISE SHIP SWITCH MATES   (M/FF, F/F, wife)

Last November, to celebrate our twenty-fifth anniversary, my wife,
Leah, and I took a seven-day Caribbean cruise.  To increase the
erotic aura of the tropics still further we challenged each other
not to have sex for a week beforehand.  By the time we got to our
stateroom, after having watched the dock recede into the distance,
we were both in a frenzy of lust.  Leah slipped into the bathroom
to change into the special negligee she'd bought for the trip, but
I had scarcely said how pretty it was when it was cast aside and
we were locked together on the bed, oblivious to anything but our
mutual pleasure.  Her soft mouth engulfed me and made my already-
stiff cock swell to unbelievable proportions.  Lest I come too
soon, rolled her off me and began to lick her to an explosive
orgasm.  That was not enough for my Leah, however and she mounted
my feverish cock, rocking back and forth on me, playing with her
cunt and plunging down hard.  Her whole body was quaking by the
time we both dissolved into one immense tidal wave of ecstasy.
That afternoon, somewhat more relaxed, we toured the ship and
checked out the exercise facilities.  I noticed one good-looking
woman in particular clad in lavender spandex and looking as fit as
anyone half our age.  Beside her on a treadmill was an older man,
apparently her husband.  He was handsome, but seemed to tire
easily.  We speculated that he might be recovering from a  heart
attack.  Leah teased me about how I found the woman so attractive,
then led me off for another round of lovemaking before dinner.
And who should our dinner companions be but the couple from the
gym.  His name was Herbert and hers was Marjory.  Herb was a
retired executive, and sure enough we were right, he was getting
his strength back after a bad heart attack.  They seemed to be
very much in love and, however debilitated he might be, they both
radiated a thoroughly sensual aura.  Apparently they picked up
similar signals from the two of us, because as we took our meals
together for the next couple of days and met at the pool and in
the gym, the conversation seemed to take a more and more risqu‚
turn.  Marjory at least was coming on to us both, while Herb was
giving obvious, if tacit, consent.  The next day Marjory joined us
at the pool alone.  She was breathtaking in a tiny string bikini
that had my mouth watering and my cock behaving embarrassingly.
Absently stroking my cock, I watched her dive into the pool and
swim with my wife.  My eyes eventually closed in the sun, but I
was soon startled back to consciousness by a voice offering to
help me with my "problem."  It was Marjory, accompanied by a
grinning Leah.  "Your wife's been telling me about your fantasy of
a three-way," she said.  "Would you mind a spectator as well?
Herb has to take it easy, but he would certainly get a kick out of
watching us together with your lovely wife."  I jerked upright so
hard I almost collapsed the deck chair.  This was my dream come to
life all right, and if Herb wanted to watch, fine.  I liked the
guy, and I wanted to do anything that would make him feel half as
good as I suspected I was going to.  We made a date to meet at
their cabin in an hour.  Leah and I went back to our quarters, a
little nervous, but full of delighted expectation.  When we
arrived at their luxurious stateroom, Marjory melted into my arms
and drew me toward the bed.  Our tongues met and interwove.  My
hands drew her ass close and she started to grind up against me.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Leah sitting by Herb on the
couch and giving him a sweet, gentle kiss.  They whispered for a
moment and she got up.  Next thing I knew she was helping Marjory
and me divest ourselves of our clothing, stroking both our bodies
and showing us off as if we were contestants for some erotic
prize.  I bent to take Marjory's nipple in my mouth, and she
moaned.  I kissed my way down her belly and around her perfectly
shaved pussy.  Licking her mound and exploring her bare lips, I
teased them apart and dove for her nectar.  I licked at her clit,
driving in deeper whenever I could get the right angle.  When she
came, we toppled over on the bed, and she mounted my erect cock,
taking me inside her in one downward thrust.  We ground together
with instinctive rhythm, and her pussy gripped my cock as if she
had needed this for a long time.  Leah was everywhere, kissing and
sucking on Marjory's breasts, playing with my balls, egging us on
until simultaneous orgasms filled us with a tremendous explosion
of joy.  I lay back, enjoying the afterglow, but the two women
were kissing deeply and caressing each other as if they could go
on for a long time.  I glanced over at Herb, who saluted me with
his seltzer glass, his stubby but thick cock lying semi-hard in
his other hand.  He wasn't so much stroking it as letting it grow
on its own.  The sight of Marjory fucking my wife with several
fingers deep in her wet pussy and Leah biting at Marjory's big
brown nipples, was making me hard again.  I slipped my cock into
Leah's mouth and was rewarded with frantic sucking as Marjory
brought my wife over the edge.  Then Leah rolled away as Marjory
took my cock and started sucking it hungrily.  Leah crawled over
to the couch and gently took Herb's cock in her hands, kissing its
mushrooming tip and licking it softly.  He responded by getting
harder and bigger than I had expected.  My cock was at full stand,
thanks to Marjory's eager mouth, and Leah called to her to come
and see her husband's pleasure.  Marjory let my cock fall from her
lips, whispering that this was the first time in two months that
Herb had been able to keep an erection, and I understood her
eagerness to take him in her mouth.  Meanwhile, Leah beckoned me
to join them on the rug, and I mounted her doggy-style, staging a
spectacular fuck for Herb's enjoyment (and ours) as his beautiful
wife sucked him to his first orgasm in weeks.  We were so
delighted at his pleasure, and so turned on by his watching, that
we came together, his come flooding Marjory's mouth within seconds
of my load spurting deep into my wife's pussy.  We expected Herb
to look tired the next day but when we saw our friends at brunch,
he looked happier and more relaxed than ever.  Marjory confided to
me that they both felt far more optimistic about his full recovery
and they had never had such a wonderful time.  They hoped we would
continue the liaison for the duration of the cruise.  The nights
and days passed in a blissful sequence of sun and sex, with Herb
becoming more and more active and daring.  The last night of the
cruise, he fucked Leah to a monumental climax as Marjory rode me
to a series of jolting orgasms that released my load into her
hungry pussy.  We parted company with promises to write, and we
have stayed friends ever since, visiting each other occasionally
and sharing our homes and our bodies with great affection.  My
lust for Marjory has not abated, and Leah takes great delight in
making love to both our friends, especially the fully recovered
Herb, who has been known to take on both our wives at once!  There
you have it - a true testimonial to the magical healing properties
of tropical sun and fun.


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