Note: To the readers.
This story could have been in many different categories, Mature, Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, and Romance, among others. If you are against reading any of these, you might want to pass on this one. For those who decide to venture into this short story, I hope you enjoy it. A big thank you to Mistress Lynn and Lady Cibelle for editing it and making it a much better read.
Life is passing me by pretty quickly. Here I am in my late seventies, pushing eighty wondering where my life went. I've had a good life. I've been married over fifty years to the same woman, with five grown offspring and a ton of grandkids. There's even a couple of great grandkids.
As far as my family goes, I don't have any regrets. But as of late, I often wonder if I had to do it all over again, would I change much of my past. I know we can't go back and have do-over's, but I wish I could have taken one week back then and lived it in an array of sexual activity.
I wouldn't want to hurt my family because of it but I would have loved to have had the memories.
The age wouldn't matter really, but I think around forty would be good. I'd have the knowledge of an older man, last longer than a younger man, and because of the little blue pill, I could do it over and over again. Of course, they didn't have the pill back when I was younger.
I doubt if I'm the only old pervert to think about the past. Since I've retired I spend way too much time on the computer, going to a lot of the porn pages (when my wife isn't home) and reading these crazy stories. Some are really stupid and after reading a couple of paragraphs, I hit the back button. I like the ones about cheating wives where the husband finds out and beats the shit out of the bastard. It makes me feel good after he dumps the cheating wife and by the end of the story, he finds the right woman and they live happily ever after.
I also think about these nude beaches and nude cruises. After a guy leaves a failed marriage, he goes to these sex parties and fucks everything in sight. Even at my age, this kind of story can still give me a hard-on, well at least a semi hard-on.
I need to tell you what happened to me a couple of weeks ago. I was mowing the lawn and feeling a bit dizzy, but like most old guys, I still wanted to prove I could do it right and get the job done. The next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital with my wife sitting there.
"Nurse, nurse," my wife yelled out. "He's awake, please get the doctor."
My sweet Mary was crying. She told me that I had a heart attack while mowing the lawn and had been in a coma for three days.
"I told you not to cut the grass when it was so hot, but no, you won't listen to me you old goat." She started crying, leaned over, and gave me a hug.
Well, I guess I was back in the real world. I do have to say that while I was in the coma I had the time of my life.
In my dream, I was a guy named Zackary Strong, a rich athlete who had recently retired at forty years of age. I had two failed marriages and a live-in girlfriend who was a twenty-six year old model. I didn't love her nor did she love me, we just kind of used each other. I liked sex and power and she loved what money could buy. We were a good match.
Together we went on a seven-day cruise to the Bahamas. We decided that we were going to let it all hang out. I used to be a jealous guy, but after two divorces I just said, "Hell with it."
I told Sonja that if she ever let another man do as much as touch her without my permission, we would be through. I was done with having someone cheat on me, even a girlfriend. One thing Sonja and I did have was being honest with each other.
I was her rich bread ticket and she knew it. She was all about money and I had it. I didn't care if another man had sex with her but I had to know about it and approve of it. I can't tell you how many women I had been with; in the hundreds if not more.
I just never liked being cheated on. My first two wives found that out the hard way. It's difficult to believe now but I never cheated on either one of them. I was doing my best to be monogamous.
While I was away playing sports, they were home playing their own games. Thank God, we didn't have any kids. It was quite hard as a sport's celebrity, with women always throwing themselves at me, but I thought our marriage vows meant something. I have since changed my view of most women and now I play the field.
I met Sonja at a celebrity event. We hit it off great. We set the rules from the start before we even moved in together. What it amounted to was I am not a wimp and would never be used as one. We'd have sex with each other but also with others.
She would be treated like a lady, and could refuse to have sex with anyone she wasn't comfortable with. I just needed to know ahead of time who she'd be with. No one was just going to use her. She was my girl and I would protect her.
When we boarded the cruise ship, I knew we kind of stood out. A fashion model in high heels and shorts, and me wearing a muscle shirt and jean shorts.
Our first day was great. We had dinner, dancing, and drinks. Most of the men watched Sonja. There were some nice looking women on the ship and while their husbands eyeballed Sonja, I was watching their wives.
I admit that I preferred average looking, everyday housewives. Models and celebrities always thought about themselves, but for the average looking housewife, it was special to be dressed up and noticed.
When it came to sex, I found that the average housewife put everything they had into it. The sex was super, especially if you gave them the loving their husbands didn't.
On our first night while we were dancing, I noticed this woman stare at me. Her husband was making snide remarks to her about how good Sonja looked. I heard him say, "Why can't you look like that?" and "Shit, there's one lucky bastard."
I know she was feeling a little down, because I could see it in her face. She was a nice looking woman and didn't deserve the abuse she was receiving. I was going to see what I could do to cheer her up. Sonja asked me if she could go gamble for a while. I gave her a credit card and told her to stay as long as she wanted. I would meet her there later. She looked over at the housewife and asked, "Are you going to cheer her up?"
"I'm going to try," I said with a laugh.
After Sonja left for the tables, I walked over to the woman sitting with her husband. At least I figured it was at the time.
"Would you like to dance?"
Her husband looked surprised. "I saw you with the model. Why would you want to dance with my wife?"
She looked at him with a smile on her face and said, "I'd love to, my husband doesn't care for dancing. He just likes to watch other women."
I knew she meant it in a snide way. We danced a nice slow song. I stopped by the band for a few brief seconds, gave them a twenty-dollar bill and asked for three slow songs in a row. They gave me a nod.
On the second song, I pulled her closer. She told me her name was Carita Lise-Lott and that she was originally from Finland, but moved to New York a year ago. Carita was her first name and Lise-Lott was actually her middle name. Her husband had gotten the cruise at a reduced fare from his company. There were a number of employees from his company onboard too, though she really hadn't met many of them yet.
"I'm not with your husband's company. My name is Zack and I'm here to see you have a wonderful time tonight if you permit me."
"I don't understand? Why me? My god, that woman you're with is gorgeous."
"I can see your husband doesn't treat you as nice as he should. You deserve much better."
I didn't say anything else just pulled her closer. I could feel the warmth coming from her body as I wrapped my arms around her. Her husband didn't look happy when I glanced his way. I know he wondered why I picked his wife but was too gutless to say anything.
I despised men like this who would make fun of their wife, but never stand up for them. She seemed nervous but I told her everything would be fine. After our third song, I walked her back over to her table and thanked her for the wonderful dance.
I sat down at my table and listened to him belittle her some more. He must get his jollies by making fun of her. It must have bothered him that I picked his wife to dance with. He told her he was going to go gamble. I heard her say she was going to just stay in the lounge and listen to the music. She looked over at me and smiled.
After he left, I went to her table and asked her if she would like to join me. We danced more and then talked while having drinks. She was a bit on the heavy side, I'd say in her mid forties, but a nice woman. She told me they had been married for twenty-two years and had two grown children.
"He didn't always treat me this way. When I was young and trim he treated me much better," she said, a bit embarrassed.
"Maybe after tonight he'll realize what he has and just might change," I responded.
"I don't understand..."
I stopped her mid-sentence. "I'd like to show you my cabin." She knew what I was implying.
"I ... I've never done anything like this." I could tell she was extremely nervous. "What about your girlfriend?"
"I'm to meet her at the casino in two hours. Would you do me the pleasure of letting me make love to you for that time?"
I didn't wait for an answer; I took her by the hand and we walked to my cabin. As soon as we entered, I turned to her and kissed her very gently. Her breathing became a bit erratic.
.... There is more of this story ...