Chapter 12: Cruising

2025

Judith Caparelli had always enjoyed the feeling of her husband rubbing her bottom, and it was no different whether they were at home or walking around on a cruise ship. It didn’t matter that she was sixty-two and a grandmother. She enjoyed sex and enjoyed the fact that her husband still thought of her sexually. She was so tempted to demand that Hersch take her back to their cabin and let her use him for her sexual needs. Still, they had already paid for the ship tour and there were no refunds, so she went with him, and if his hand kept rubbing her ass, so be it.

Judy and Hersch Caparelli were on their fourth cruise. Their first had been for their tenth anniversary, and they had saved money from both their paychecks in a separate savings account. Hersch has said, “If we don’t see it, we can’t spend it.” Weekly deposits added up and paid for a nice vacation. They had also done a cruise for their twentieth and thirtieth anniversaries.

The Caparellis had flown into Miami Saturday, but it had been late, and the plane had departed late and had landed even later. By the time they got to their hotel, it was almost midnight, and they had collapsed onto their bed, falling asleep immediately. They hadn’t had any time for fooling around the next morning either, needing to get to the dock early.

Hersch noticed his wife putting on a bra and panties as he headed into the bathroom. “Judy, we’re on vacation, remember?” he teased.

She snorted and shook her head. The rule about vacations was underwear was absent, but she replied, “If you think I am going through check-in and boarding bouncing through the port, you are nuts!” Getting on a cruise ship was just like getting onto an airplane, with security checks and magnetometers and full body scanners.

Her husband laughed and closed the door to the bathroom. When he came out Judy was already dressed in a calf-length denim skirt with buttons up the front and a red cotton blouse. He dressed while she closed the suitcase they had used for traveling. Two other suitcases hadn’t been opened. They went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and then took a taxi to the port.

Getting aboard was just as much a pain in the ass as Judy had prophesied. Like in an airport, they had to empty their pockets, go through body scanners and magnetometers, and have their carry-ons inspected. At least they didn’t have to get a personal pat down, which some passengers had to endure. After that they gathered their gear and made their way through the lines to board the ship. They found their cabin and let themselves in, but it was just them; their luggage hadn’t arrived. They were in what was called a Junior Suite, which was a single large room with a king-size bed, a couch and a pair of armchairs, a tiny bathroom, and a patio door opening onto a balcony.

“It’s almost lunch,” said Judy. “Let’s find the buffet and get lunch.”

“Works,” agreed Hersch. They left their cabin and consulted a deck guide by the elevator bank to figure out which way to go; up four decks and aft. After lunch, they went out on deck and looked around, and then went down to the Promenade, exploring it, and then went back to their cabin. This time their luggage was waiting outside their door. They pulled it inside.

“Let’s unpack and put away the luggage. We can’t live out of suitcases,” Hersch said.

“Not hardly,” agreed Judy. She grabbed her suitcase and tossed it onto their king-size bed, only to have to move it over when her husband did the same with his suitcase. Then he laid out their hanging bag and unzipped it.

He turned to see what his wife was up to and smiled. Judy was still as attractive as when she was a teenager; she had put on a few pounds after forty-seven years and three children, but she still had the same hourglass figure she had at fifteen. Her dark brown hair now came out of a bottle, but she still wore it down past her shoulders. Even better, she still liked tempting him into getting on Santa’s naughty list and was pretty successful at it.

Hersch kept unpacking and was hanging his suit and her long dresses in the closet when he glanced over at her again. She was putting some items he recognized into the nightstand on her side of the bed. Grinning, he said, “You brought some stuff from home, I see.”

Judy blushed but nodded. “I didn’t think I would find these in the ship’s store.” She had brought a couple of vibrators and a large squeeze bottle of Astroglide.

“Make for a hell of a room service order,” commented Hersch.

Judy grinned and winked. Hersch was still a good-looking man. He still had a full head of hair, though it was white now, and while he had picked up a few pounds over the years, he still had the impressive but hidden strength of his youth.

They finished putting their clothing in the built-in dressers and closet, and then Hersch folded up the hanging bag and put it inside the smallest suitcase, which he nested inside the larger ones. That went to the back of the closet. Then Hersch sat in one of the armchairs. He smiled at Judy and patted his knee.

Judy rolled her eyes and said, “Give me a few minutes.” She went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Hersch snorted and waited for Judy to return. A few minutes later he heard the toilet flush and then she came back out of the bathroom barefoot. Hersch noticed his wife’s substantial breasts moving under her blouse and she had popped another button on it; the buttons on her denim skirt were also unbuttoned above her knees. She came over to him, and he patted his knee again. She sat down on his lap sideways, her legs to the right. “Hersch, shouldn’t we be exploring the ship?”

“Maybe later.” He laid his right hand on her lap as his left hand held her against him.

She smiled. “What about getting a drink and toasting each other as we sail out to sea?”

Hersch moved his right hand and popped a button on her skirt. “We don’t sail until late this afternoon.”

“What about checking in with the lifeboat drill?”

Another button popped and Hersch began caressing Judy’s thigh. “We can do that later.” Then he popped another button and slipped his fingers farther up his wife’s legs. Judy helped by spreading her legs apart and soon felt his fingers caressing her pussy. “Something seems to be missing,” he commented.

“We’re on vacation, remember?” replied Judy. Then she jiggled her torso and proved she had removed her bra as well as her panties while in the bathroom.

“Yes, we are,” he agreed. “So why not prove it?” He popped several more buttons on her skirt, exposing her almost to the waist, and slipped two fingers into her shaved pussy. Unsurprisingly, it was very hot and wet. As long as they had been together, Judy had been easily aroused and multi-orgasmic. It was one of the many things about her he loved.

She gasped and her back arched, thrusting her tits against her shirt. She had just started unbuttoning her blouse and while it was still mostly buttoned, it was obvious she was braless beneath. “Oh, God! I need you, Hersch! Now! I need you!”

Her husband simply chuckled and continued his assault on her pussy. He fondled her to orgasm as she fumbled open her blouse, and then he leaned down and began licking her tits. Judy shivered at his touch and moaned through a second cum. Finally, it became too much for her. Standing, she shrugged off the blouse and finished unbuttoning the skirt. Naked, she went to the bed and sprawled on it, spreading her legs wide. “Get over here!” she ordered.

Hersch laughed and got on the bed next to her. He decided to let her make the next move and simply leaned over and began kissing and licking her tits. Judy groaned in frustration. She was ready to go, and her husband was teasing her! She put both hands on his pants and began removing his belt and working on his zipper. As soon as they were undone, she reached inside and grabbed his cock through his boxers. “Now! Get undressed and fuck me!” she demanded.

Hersch laughed and stripped his pants and shirt off. Once his cock was exposed, Judy reached down and stroked his erection and then rolled onto her back and spread her legs even wider. Hersch rolled on top of her and let his wife insert his cock into her wet pussy and then thrust hard. Judy moaned loudly and begged him, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Hersch hammered down into her, enjoying the warm pussy juice sloshing around his cock. He knew, intellectually at least, that women his wife’s age weren’t supposed to be so wet, but that had never been a problem. Likewise, men his age weren’t supposed to fuck as frequently as he and Judy fucked, but boy he liked fucking her as often as possible and always had!

Beneath him, Judy moaned and whined through multiple orgasms, and a few minutes later it drove him over the edge. Feeling that special tingle in his balls, he slammed into her, burying his cock in her pussy, and unloaded. His cum pulsed out, filling her, as Hersch collapsed on top of her. Breathing heavily, he rolled to the side, with Judy rolling with him, and they fell asleep.

Judy and Hersch slept for a bit over an hour before waking. Judy woke first, but as she rolled off the bed, her husband woke. “You up for more fun and games?” she asked.

Hersch looked down at his midsection and smiled. “I think you broke it. Tonight.”

She smiled. “Okay. I’m going to clean up and get dressed. We can walk around the ship.”

“There must be a bar somewhere on this bucket,” he replied. He lay back as she headed into the bathroom. A few minutes later he heard the shower start up. He dozed until he heard her come back out and then went into the bathroom to clean up. He took a quick shower, too, and returned to find Judy dressing in her denim skirt and red blouse again, though it was obvious she was skipping the underwear. Her skirt was also unbuttoned to mid-thigh, and a couple extra buttons on her blouse were undone. Finally, she slipped into a pair of sandals with a one-inch heel, rather than the running shoes she had worn while going through security and boarding.

Hersch quickly dressed in his clothes from earlier, then grabbed their key cards and ushered Judy out of the cabin. From the elevator bank they found directions down three decks to a large nautical-themed bar and ordered the drink of the day, some form of rum punch, handing over their key cards to be billed against. Nobody used cash on a cruise; everything went against their cabin via the key card.

Afterwards, they left the bar and went up to the top deck, where they found another bar. “Let’s stay here. I want to watch as we leave the dock,” said Judy. Hersch agreed and they found a couple of beach chairs and a low table to set their drinks on. The deck was filled with couples, mostly younger but a few older as well. Hersch eyed his wife’s legs and cleavage happily. The plumbing was still not completely recharged, but after dinner it would be working again. In the meantime, he enjoyed the view, occasionally sneaking a hand over to rub a thigh. Judy smiled when he did that, and didn’t move to stop him. As she had told him repeatedly, she liked being treated as a sex object!

Dinner that night was listed as ‘Informal’, which meant they didn’t need to dress up, unsurprising for the first night of the cruise. Everybody was still unpacking and settling in and exploring the ship. They lounged around the bar and explored as well, then headed to the dining room for the first seating. After dinner, they continued exploring, eventually going to Rick’s Café, a dark nightclub lounge near the aft of the ship. Along the way, Hersch encouraged Judy to pop a few more buttons on her blouse and skirt, so that by the time they were ready to head back to their cabin, her blouse was open almost to the waist, and her skirt was open above midthigh.

When they got into the cabin, Hersch popped the last buttons and his wife’s clothing slipped to the floor. “Want to go out on the balcony?” she asked.

“Okay.”

She grinned. “Carrie was saying how she and her husband would fuck out on the balcony when they were on their honeymoon.”

“Carrie? From your office?” Hersch asked. Judy was still working for the insurance company, though now she was the head of all sales support for the firm. “Big tits, small brain? That Carrie?”

“That’s her. She said they did it during the day, too. She told me to make sure I took a pillow out to kneel on if I gave you a blowjob.”

Hersch rolled his eyes. Talk about teaching your grandmother how to suck eggs! His wife had been sucking his cock for over forty years! He began undressing as Judy grabbed a cushion off the couch and took it out onto the balcony. Once naked, he joined her.

Judy knelt on the cushion and motioned her husband closer. She smiled at what she saw. Even now, after forty-plus years, he still aroused her. True, his cock wasn’t perpetually stiff, like it had been when they were teens, and didn’t pop to attention as soon as his pants came down, but as soon as she touched it, his cock began to rise. It was fully stiff after her lips began suckling his cockhead and her fingers gently caressed his ballsac.

“You really know what I like,” he told her. “I loved seeing your tits bouncing earlier in the bar.”

Judy pulled her mouth away for a moment. “I thought about popping a few more buttons and flashing my pussy at you, but I figured that might be too much.”

He chuckled. “Probably a bad idea. Now, where were we...”

Judy giggled as well and then took him back into her mouth. She knew exactly how to get her husband going, and if she did it right, they’d have a very nice and long fuck afterwards. She opened wide and began sucking noisily while stroking his cockshaft. Hersch began thrusting his torso forward, trying to fuck her mouth, but she kept control.

“Oh, that is so nice, so nice ... oh, yeah, don’t stop ... just like that ... you are so good...”, he told her. Judy just kept sucking. “Oh, yeah ... don’t stop ... so good, so good ... I’m so close ... oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

It wasn’t a long blowjob, unlike some of the amazing sessions they occasionally had. This one was quick and designed to get his rocks off quick. Judy began rubbing his nuts and that was enough to make Hersch groan and begin filling her mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing between her lips and loved the power she felt over him. She kept going until she felt him slump back against the railing and pull out of her mouth.

Judy looked up at her husband and said, “I think you liked that.”

“I think I loved it!” Hersch agreed.

She stood up and pointed at the cushion at their feet. “Well, get to work! You know what to do!” she said, laughing.

Hersch laughed with her but promptly knelt at her feet. Judy leaned back against the railing and spread her legs wide, and her husband put his face to her pussy. He took longer eating her than she did eating him, but that was fine with them both. She loved oral sex and always came hard, and Hersch needed a little extra time to revive. She loved telling him what she enjoyed and asking him to do things for her. “Yes, there, there, keep going ... more, more ... don’t stop ... suck my clit, suck my clit...”

Hersch kept going, licking and sucking her clit through two long orgasms. Meanwhile, while the fingers of his left hand were probing her pussy, his right hand was between his legs, stroking his cock and getting it hard enough to fuck her. Once he was ready, he climbed to his feet. Judy had a dazed look on her face, and readily turned away from him, to lean over the railing and spread her legs. Hersch moved behind her and slid his erection into her pussy; she was hot and juicy and ready to be fucked.

“Oooohhhh!” moaned Judy. Her husband’s cock was the only one she had ever fucked, and she knew from the porn they had watched together that some men had larger cocks, but Hersch fit her pussy so perfectly! She loved it! She could feel the slapping of their bodies together as he pounded his cock into her from behind. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! “Harder ... oh, God, harder!” she urged. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh, God, it’s so good! Fuck me harder!”

It became too much for Hersch. Groaning he slammed into her from behind one last time, and Judy felt his cock pulsing. He was putting a load into her pussy, and that just drove her into another hard cum. She felt like her pussy was pulsing in time with his. It was only when his cock slipped limply out of her that she pushed away from the railing. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you so much! That was wonderful! Promise to do that to me every day this week!”

“And every morning and night, too.”

“I certainly hope so!” She led the way back inside, though Hersch paused long enough to pick up the cushion and close the patio door behind him. They used the bathroom and then went to bed, naked, as always.

The next morning, Hersch was awakened by a warm and wet feeling at his crotch. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes to find his wife’s dark brown hair obscuring the view of his cock. She was sucking him gently. Once she realized her husband was awake, Judy pulled her mouth from him, though she kept fondling him. “Good morning,” she said.

“I’d say it was a great morning. Don’t stop on my account.”

Judy laughed. “I just wanted to wake you up and get you ready.” She sat up and repositioned herself, straddling his waist and using her fingers to aim his erection so that she could slowly sit down on it. She buried it in her pussy and then leaned forward. “Don’t talk. Eat!” She moved so her tits were in his face, and he opened his mouth and inhaled one of her large nipples.

’Yes, it was a great morning.’, he thought to himself.

After excellent orgasms, Judy and Hersch dozed a bit longer before getting out of bed. It was a full day at sea, so there wouldn’t be any trips or sightseeing. They did have the ship tour in a few hours, but after that nothing big was happening until dinner. Tonight was a ‘Formal’ night, which meant suits for the men and fancy dresses for the women. She knew that standards had slipped since they were young, and that some couples would show up in shorts and t-shirts, but she had brought a nice formal gown and Hersch had brought his dark suit.

Hersch surprised his wife with a gift from their daughter Sheryl, a graphic artist. She had taken their photos when they had renewed their passports, and as a lark, had shown her father a website that made custom t-shirts. It was possible to send pictures to a company and have them put them on shirts, along with funny comments. Intrigued, he looked around the site and selected Hawaiian shirts and wrote out his own comment. Sheryl had laughed loudly and submitted Photoshopped photos of their faces along with Hersch’s text -

“Annoying Each Other Since 1978 And Still Haven’t Killed Each Other!”

Judy was digging through the dresser for a shirt and skirt combo when he took the shirts out of a bag he had hidden. “I wasn’t sure quite what size to get so I got XL. They’re unisex, so it doesn’t matter which one you grab, they’re the same.” The shirts were white with fireworks surrounding the pictures.

Judy held up the shirt and almost died laughing. “Is this what Sheryl was hinting at? She told me she had helped you with a special gift. Oh my God!”

“We sent her to school to be an artist. It’s about time we got some return on our investment,” he laughed. “Here, put it on and a short skirt. We can be matching today.”

Judy laughed and tossed her t-shirt back in the dresser. She tried the new shirt on. It was a touch tight, but not too bad. She removed it again, took off the tags, and pulled it back on. Then she found a white denim skirt that stopped about two inches above her knees. “How’s this?”

Hersch grinned at his wife. The shirt looked good on her but was tight enough that her nipples were pushing out against the thin fabric. “Looks great!” He quickly pulled on a pair of cargo shorts commando style and pulled his own shirt on. “Now we match.”

After dressing, they left the cabin for breakfast. As they entered the corridor, the door to the cabin next to theirs opened, and a young couple came out. Judy noticed he was tall and good-looking with sandy blonde hair and an athletic physique, and she was a busty little blonde who looked very sexy. Then she saw the look on the blonde’s face and knew that their neighbors had heard them the night before on the balcony. Judy got a kick out of it and decided to tell Hersch about it later. He’d love it! She took his hand, and they headed towards the Main Dining Room.

As they walked through the corridors, they were amazed by the number of people who saw their matching shirts and grinned at them. “That is fantastic!” and “Congratulations!” were the most common responses. Hersch laughed and told Judy they would have to take a few pictures and send them to their daughter.

After breakfast, they lazed in one of the lounges for a bit before heading to the gathering place for the tour. That took an hour, and was a real workout, since they started on the bridge and moved to the engine control room, with a stop in the ship’s laundry along the way. They finished with a tour of the galley, followed by a ‘brunch’ which turned into a three-course meal. It was exquisite.