Chapter 13: Newlyweds

2025

Taylor Harriman was enjoying her honeymoon immensely, though it had seemed to start out slowly. They had been married at noon on Friday; the reception had started several hours after the wedding, and had run for four hours, and they had been so drunk and tired they had collapsed into their nuptial bed without doing anything. Then they had to fly to Miami on Saturday, and the flight took off late and landed even later Sunday morning and it took forever to get on board the ship. They had been married two entire days and the only sex they had was while they were unpacking their luggage on the ship. Weren’t newlyweds supposed to screw nonstop?

Sophie Walters had told her that she and her husband had sex eight times in their first twenty-four hours of marriage, but Taylor had a hard time believing that. Granted, Sophie was a slut, but that still seemed a lot. On the other hand, they had a much smaller reception and had immediately gotten in their minivan and driven down to the resort in the Great Smoky mountains. They had been able to stop every few hours and get in the middle seats of the mom-bomb and get busy. She even bragged that she had given her husband road head twice, which Taylor had a very hard time believing. How had she given him a blowjob while riding in bucket seats and with a giant console between them? No, that seemed very unlikely!

Taylor had decided to make up for all the time lost traveling, so she stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and kicked off her sneakers. Then, in nothing but a lacy white bra and panty set, she had taken a chilled bottle of champagne and two glasses and had gone out through the patio door to the balcony.

She had been on the verge of saying something to Jackson when he put a finger to his lips and whispered, “Ssshhh.” She gave him a curious look and he repeated the gesture and then waved her forward. He took the bottle and the glasses and put them on the little table on the balcony as quietly as possible. Then he put his hands on her waist and pulled her onto his lap. He whispered into her ear, “Quiet! We don’t want to disturb the neighbors.”

It had been obvious what the neighbors were up to because they were being very vocal about it. He started out giving her orders, then after she got him off, they must have switched positions, and she began telling him what to do. They ended up with a very loud and satisfying conclusion, and Taylor Harriman was extremely turned on. After they heard the neighbors go back inside their cabin and close their patio door, Jackson had stripped his bride naked. Then, he had opened the champagne, the cork flying overboard, and they had sipped it while she sat on his lap and bounced on his cock. It seemed wildly erotic to screw while drinking champagne direct from the bottle.

After she and Jackson had cleaned up from their balcony fun, they had gone to bed, but they hadn’t gone to sleep. Their cabin had a nice and comfortable king-size bed, and they enjoyed it tremendously. Jackson used his tongue on Taylor’s tits and his fingers on her pussy to warm her up, and she rolled onto her back just a couple minutes later. She dragged him into position on top of her, sighing happily as he plunged into her and fucked her hard and fast. Taylor wrapped her arms and legs around him as she writhed through two orgasms before he filled her pussy with his cum again. Afterwards, she licked his cum-coated cock until it revived, and it was her turn to ride him. Two good cums already had left Jackson pleasantly sated, so Taylor got a nice long ride before he groaned and blasted into her a third time. They fell asleep in each other’s arms after that.

The next day they enjoyed some morning glory before cleaning up and dressing for breakfast. As they stepped into the passageway, the door to the cabin next door opened and an older couple stepped out. Taylor’s eyes opened wide as she realized it was the couple they had heard having sex on the balcony the night before! He looked to be about sixty and was average height, about five-ten or so, and looked fit, with strikingly white hair. She looked about ten years younger and was a short brunette with longer hair than most women her age. She looked damn good, too, like a busty lingerie model who had aged nicely.

The most noticeable thing about the couple was that they were wearing identical short-sleeved shirts, with their smiling faces on the front and the words, “Annoying Each Other Since 1978 And Still Haven’t Killed Each Other!” underneath.

“Fantastic shirts!” said Jackson, laughing. “I love them!”

“Thank you. Our daughter designed them for us,” said the woman.

“Very cool,” said Jackson.

The older couple smiled and nodded before walking down the passageway, with the man gently rubbing his wife’s bottom. Taylor put a hand on Jackson’s wrist. She looked at him and found her husband grinning. She quietly said, “No way they...”

He smiled at her. “That was the cabin with the balcony, babe. It’s nice to know that we’ll still be getting busy fifty years from now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please! It’s only forty-seven years”, she groaned.

“You’re right. He’s probably her third husband. She killed the other two by giving them heart attacks. Maybe you need to up your game.”

Taylor slugged her husband in the arm.

The Harrimans failed to see their neighbors in the buffet so they concluded they must have gone to the dining room instead. They both giggled as they made jokes with each other about what must have happened on the other side of the partition the night before. After breakfast, they returned to their cabin and changed into their swimsuits and went to the swimming pool on the second-to-top deck.

They didn’t see their neighbors again until that evening. The cruise was from Miami to the ABC islands – Aruba, Bonaire, and Curacao – before heading back to Miami. Two days at sea, a day at each of the three islands, and then another two days back. That first full day was the first formal day of the cruise. Dinner that evening was supposed to be at least suit-and-tie for the men and fancy dresses for the ladies. Otherwise, they would just be sailing around on the ocean, eating, drinking, swimming in the pool, and fornicating madly. There would be another formal day on the leg back to Miami.

The Harrimans enjoyed an excellent afternoon after returning to their cabin after a late lunch. Jackson had stripped his wife of her bikini and then peeled off his own trunks. After an extremely pleasant session of sixty-nine, Taylor had licked her husband back to life and then sprawled out on their king-size bed. Jackson had climbed aboard for another round, filling her pussy with a heavy load, and then they napped until late afternoon. Then they dressed for a fun and fancy night. Taylor reached into their closet and pulled out an ankle-length dress, very sheer, very open, and very sexy. Jackson wore the dark charcoal suit he packed.

Taylor and Jackson headed up to the Pool Deck for a drink, but it was much too breezy for the sheer wrap dress she was wearing. It was only held together by a pair of ties at her waist, and everybody nearby could tell she shaved completely. She promptly took Jackson’s hand and pulled him back inside, towards the elevators. Jackson began laughing. “I was looking forward to a drink, babe.”

“Maybe, but only you get to see what I’m wearing underneath this outfit.”, she replied. He just kept laughing.

She led the way to the Champagne Bar and carefully climbed onto a bar stool. She was showing a lot of leg and had to work to keep everything from showing. Then she looked over as an older woman entered the lounge. “Jackson, that’s our neighbor, you know, from last night on the balcony.”

Her husband looked over and smiled. “Looks like she’s planning on some fun later, too.” The woman was wearing a black evening gown that dipped low between her substantial breasts and had a long slit up the front. He had a hard time believing she was in her sixties.

She moved past them and a white-haired man in a light gray suit stood up. “Holy shit! You look spectacular!”, he said.

“Thank you.”, said the woman, who leaned over and kissed the man.

“He’s right, you look fantastic!”, said Taylor.

The couple turned to face them and recognized them as the couple in the cabin next to theirs. They introduced themselves and invited the Harrimans to join them. It was very pleasant, and then the two couples split apart. Taylor and Jackson had a few after dinner drinks and headed back to their cabin, where Taylor found herself stripped naked and lying face-down on her bed while Jackson pleasured her from behind. It was an exhausting and amazing evening.

The next day was another long day at sea. Taylor and Jackson slept late, enjoyed a wonderful wakeup screw, and then dressed for breakfast and the pool. Taylor selected a different bikini from the day before and then threw on a cover-up. They had breakfast in the buffet, after which they went up to the Pool Deck.

It was a warm day, and it was hot in the Caribbean sun. Taylor and Jackson weren’t the first people to go to the pool, and they had to put their towels and beach bag on a pair of loungers two rows back from the pool. Then they hopped into the pool and floated in the cool water before climbing out. They rubbed suntan lotion on, and Taylor settled into her lounger to work on her tan, but Jackson grabbed his keycard and headed for the pool bar.

“Hello again! How are you doing? It’s Taylor, right? Is this seat taken?”

Taylor turned her head to the right and saw the woman from the cabin next door standing next to her. “Yes, Taylor. You’re Judy, right? You’re in the cabin next door. We had drinks the other night.” She gestured to her left. “Please. Have a seat. Is your husband with you?”

Judy dropped a large beach bag on the seat. “Hersch wanted to try his luck at the casino, but I actually think he wanted to try a Cuban cigar. He doesn’t smoke often, but he does like a cigar every once in a while.” She waved at one of the roving waiters and flagged him down. “Care for a drink?”

Taylor smiled. “Jackson’s bringing drinks over from the bar.”

Judy smiled. “Then it’s time to catch some sun. I’ll have a drink and then go find my husband and see what trouble he’s getting into.”

Taylor smiled at Judy. “So, did you two get naughty the other night? That was a gorgeous dress, and Hersch seemed to like it.”

Judy grinned and nodded. “What he really liked was what was underneath it.”

“Which was?”

“Nothing!”

Taylor grinned and laughed. “Very naughty! That was what I had on, too. Jackson likes me to dress that way.”

“All men do. I think it’s genetic. Just keep doing that and you’ll have a good marriage.”

Taylor looked at her new friend curiously. “You said that the other day. Is that the secret to a long marriage? Sex?”

Judy shrugged. “No, but it helps. I mean, if you read all the gossip columns and help books and how-to books, they are just full of stuff about being partners and actualizing each other and supporting and nurturing and that sort of stuff. I mean, I suppose that stuff is important, and I guess Hersch and I have been doing that all this time, but you never read anywhere about a healthy sex life.”

“It’s probably not something you can talk about on a TV show,” replied Taylor.

“They always say you shouldn’t go to bed angry, and that’s fine, but when you do go to bed, get busy!” Judy continued, “It’s not just the sex itself. It’s the closeness it gives you. I mean, say you and your husband get busy one night and the next morning he is going to work. Maybe you normally give him a quick kiss goodbye and wave as he leaves. But what if you give him a hug and a kiss and say, ‘Last night was fantastic! Thank you!’ I guarantee he’ll be thinking of you all day long, and when everybody else is heading out to a bar at the end of the day, he’ll be heading home to you!”

Taylor laughed. “Damn straight he would.”

“Or maybe it’s a Saturday and you have to take the kids to soccer, and he has to mow the lawn. When you say goodbye, whisper to him that you’re wearing a peek-a-boo bra and crotchless panties. It will drive him nuts, and not just for the morning. No, every time you take the kids to soccer he is going to remember and wonder.”

“Wow!” Taylor couldn’t believe the conversation. She had no idea an older woman could be so open about her marriage.

“And the same happens with us. When I’m sitting next to Hersch and cuddling with him, when he runs a hand along my skin, I no longer feel old and wrinkly. I feel like I’m sixteen again. That’s a powerful emotion!” Then she laughed and added, “And it can be hilarious, too. Wait until you hug your husband someplace public, and your teenager complains how embarrassing it is and that you need to act your age. That is just the funniest thing!”

“So, you and Hersch still get busy,” asked Taylor.

Judy grinned even bigger. “Are you kidding me? The kids have all moved out and we live on five acres out in the sticks. If wearing a little sundress gets Hersch’s engine revved up, I’ll wear a little sundress!”

Just then Jackson returned with drinks. He saw his wife and their neighbor talking and laughing, and said, “Why do I think you two are up to something?”

Judy and Taylor just started laughing.

Oranjestad, Aruba, was the first stop on the cruise. They dropped anchor when they got to the port around dawn but would be leaving late-afternoon. All the tours and excursions were scheduled for the morning only and would be back at the ship by mid-afternoon.

The Harrimans and Caparellis had different opinions on Aruba. Taylor and Jackson were quite excited; they had never been to the Caribbean and had purchased a snorkeling trip for the morning. Judy and Hersch had a different take on it. They had gone over the cruise ship’s website and there were two types of excursions available. The snorkeling, diving, and boating trips were all listed as Strenuous and ’Not recommended for guests with pre-existing medical conditions such as cardiac, respiratory, or orthopedic conditions, including joint injuries or disease, or any other serious medical condition. Guests must consider their physical fitness level and medical history when determining whether this tour is appropriate.’ Hersch had looked at Judy and said, “This translates as ’Old farts stay home!’” Judy had laughed but agreed with him. Instead, they selected one of the sea-and-sand trips. They would go to the beach, take a few dips in the ocean, have a few beers at one of the bars lining the beach, and catch some sun.

The morning started slowly for the Caparellis. The previous day was a second day at sea without any excursions and it had led them to several bouts of energetic sex, once in the afternoon, and a second more extended romp that night. Hersch had worn his wife out and Judy wasn’t up for anything sexual the next morning. He laughed about it, and she blushed. Then she gave him a hug and a deep kiss. “Last night was wonderful. I promise to make it up to you later.”

He simply smiled and nodded. They put their swimsuits on under their shorts and t-shirts and packed up their beach gear before heading down to breakfast. Judy had a new swimsuit that her husband would like; while not see-through, the front and back were low-cut, and the legs were high-cut. After that they headed for the Excursion Deck and the ramp down to the dock.

For her part, Taylor had brought several very extreme bikinis on the cruise, but for snorkeling a reef she chose a much more conservative and practical one-piece. The trip was for four hours and included a complimentary rum cocktail, a lure to get the passengers to buy two or three more at exorbitant prices. Then it was back to the ship for a quick lunch and some fun and games in their cabin. She thought about what Judy had said the other day and told Jackson she planned to wear him out and give him a heart attack and then take all his money. He just told her to give it a try. Maybe she’d be the one having the heart attack.

It was much the same for the Caparellis, though without the free rum punch. Hersch helped Judy out of her swimsuit and then joined her on the bed for some quality time. Only after that did they dress and head up to the buffet for a late lunch. Hersch told his wife, “Priorities matter!” which made her laugh.

That evening the cruise ship was out to sea again and heading for their next port. That was going to be Kralendijk, Bonaire, where they would dock in the early morning.

Late in the day the two couples ran across each other on the way to the Pool Deck. They decided to share a large table under the upper deck, which acted as a sunshade. They flagged down a waiter and Jackson produced his key card and ordered the day’s rum punch. There seemed to be an endless variety and were always cold, sweet, colored, and very, very potent.

“So, what do you guys do?” asked Hersch.

Taylor noticed Hersch was holding his wife’s hand, and she seemed happy.

“I do design and programming for Norfolk Southern. Some of the scheduling problems with trains are the same as with ships,” he finished.

Taylor said, “Jackson has a master’s in mechanical engineering.”

Judy looked at Taylor and asked, “Where is that? What do you do?”

Taylor answered, “Norfolk Southern is headquartered in Atlanta, and I work for Delta, which is also in Atlanta. I’m in the food service management end of things, you know the meals and stuff on the planes.”

“So, I can complain to you about the meals I’ve had on planes?” laughed Hersch.

“Hey, I just work there, you know. I always pack something from Subway when I fly,” Taylor said, shrugging and giving a wry smile. “What about you guys? What do you do?”

“Judy works for an insurance company.”

“We’re pretty big, but upstate New York isn’t all that big a market. We live just outside of Saratoga Springs. It’s up in the Adirondack mountains. I’m sort of the office manager, but for the entire company,” explained Judy.

Taylor said, “Wow! The Adirondacks? That’s really up there, isn’t it?”

Judy laughed. “My family moved there when I was a teenager. We were snowed in our first winter and lost power for two days. Hersch and his brother had to come and rescue us.”

“What do you do, Hersch?” asked Jackson.

“I work for New York State’s Department of Transportation. I’m a supervisor in the Saratoga office.”

“Huh. What’s that involve?”

Hersch smiled. “Well, it snows six months of the year up there. You start out learning to drive a snowplow.”

“One of those big things you see on the news in the winter? You can drive one of those?” Jackson asked.

“It’s pretty much a requirement. I had a commercial driver’s license before I even applied for work. That was back when I was just a kid.” He saw the looks of confusion on their faces, and explained, “My father taught us all to drive by the time we were twelve, at least around the lot. We had a contracting business. Anyway, by the time I got out of high school I had a commercial driver’s license, a license to drive big trucks. The DOT taught me how to drive the big plows and dump trucks and the tractors to mow the medians and what not.”

Judy reached over and took her husband’s hand. “Hersch can drive pretty much anything, even bulldozers and backhoes and stuff. Back when we were still dating, he and his brother drove to our house to dig us out in a giant truck with a plow on it. I was from Long Island and hadn’t even seen stuff like that, and they were like, it’s nothing.”

Hersch smiled and shrugged. “That’s mostly behind me now. Nowadays I run the crews and deal with the engineers. Still, if we get a big storm, I might just end up driving a plow. I have to keep up my qualifications.”

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever talked to a snowplow driver before,” said Jackson.

Both Hersch and Judy laughed at that. Judy said, “We always have something four-wheel drive with a plow on it, just for our own driveway if nothing else, but during warm weather you can dismount the plow. We drove it down to Maryland to see some friends once and people kept asking us what that thing on the front of the Jeep was for, and when we said it was for the snowplow, they were like, ‘Wow! You have to plow snow?’ We would just bust out laughing.”

Taylor looked at her new husband and said, “I think we are sticking to Atlanta.” He snorted out a laugh.

Judy replied, “Well, why don’t you two go get us another round of drinks. I don’t see the waiter and the bar is ten deep.”

“Yes, dear. I hear and obey.” Hersch stood up.

“I’ll go with you. You’ll need the extra hands.” Jackson stood and they headed to the Pool Bar, located at the aft end of the pool area.

Judy smiled at Taylor as the men moved away. “You two having fun?” She grinned and waggled her eyebrows as she asked.

“Absolutely! I’d make a snide comment about doing it now so that when we get old things would even out, but I think you’d probably disagree.”

Judy laughed at that. “You know it! Hersch wiped me out last night! We’ve been fooling around since we were sixteen and he knows everything about what gets me going.”

“So, no changes as you get older?”

That got a shrug in response. “Well, sometimes, yes. Guys can change. When Hersch was a teenager, I mean, well, three or four times in a row, you know. I mean, zero recharge time.”

Taylor remembered when she was a teen. That was before she met Jackson, but her boyfriends were able to screw nonstop for forever! She nodded in understanding.

“Now, well, it can take some time in between. Still, the more you use it, the more you can use it. Then again, other things can happen. Maybe you get arthritis, and you can’t be as athletic as you once were. You’re too young for this, but at some point, you’ll hit menopause and there can be changes. Stuff happens.”

“What’s the worst that happened to you?” the young woman asked.

Judy rolled her eyes. “Well, about fifteen years or so ago I broke my ankle.” She shook her right leg. “I ended up in a cast from my knee right down to the tips of my toes! Ever broken a leg?”

“No. Broke my wrist once playing field hockey in school. Does that count?”

“Legs are worse. I needed a walker just to get around. I was out of work for two months. Hersch had to drive me everywhere and he had to cook, and it was awful. He can’t boil water!”

Taylor laughed. “I am guessing that interfered with taking care of business.”

“Oh, yeah! I mean, how do you do anything spontaneous? Even taking a shower took forever, and I needed to have a garbage bag taped over my leg and hold Hersch’s arm to stay on my feet. Foot! And even if you work at it, forget about most positions!”

“Wow!”

2011

Judy Caparelli absolutely hated what her life had become since she snapped her ankle. It was a week ago when she misstepped at the grocery store, and she had dropped like a bag of potatoes. At first, she thought she had simply twisted her ankle but when she tried to get to her feet, a stabbing pain went through her leg. They had to call an ambulance to take her to the hospital, and she had to leave a message for her husband because he was out on a job site with the DOT. He was stuck at the site until the end of the shift and could drive the crew back to the project office. When he got to the emergency room, she was getting a cast put on her leg, and they ended up with a list of instructions for the next eight weeks, along with some hydrocodone for the pain.

Judy received a pair of crutches and some basic instructions on how to use them, and Hersch helped her out to his truck. It almost killed her trying to use them, and by the second day he was at a nearby medical supply store buying a walker. That was a major improvement, but it was still a huge pain in the ass to try and do anything. Taking a shower was almost impossible and she needed his assistance; she only showered every three or four days and took sink baths the rest of the time. Even going to the bathroom seemed to take ten times as long as normal. Cooking became a team sport.

Hersch tried to help as much as possible, but driving a snowplow or a DOT dump truck wasn’t a job he could do on the computer at home, and neither was scheduling and meeting with his crews. He took a few days off to help but had to go to work at some point. Judy assured him she wouldn’t die without calling him first, but he was very nervous. He rushed home as soon as he could, only to find her in her La-Z-Boy watching television with the walker by her side and the remote in her lap.

That continued for about a week. By that time the initial pain was gone, and Judy was taking Tylenol. She was moving better, as well, and could now get up and go to the bathroom without a problem. What was really annoying was that this was the longest she and Hersch hadn’t been together since she had given birth to their last child. It had been nine days and ‘the juices were backing up’ as Hersch had been known to say. Equally bad was that if they were backing up for her, they were backing up for him as well. Still, there wasn’t much she could do about it.

That night things got even worse. It was a Friday, and normally Judy would have cleaned up after getting home and dressed nicely. Then she would have joined Hersch in his recliner after dinner and enjoyed him using his fingers on her, slowly stripping her naked, and then made love with him in the living room. Afterwards, they would cuddle for a bit before heading to the bedroom for an encore performance. Instead, she ended up wearing a long t-shirt to bed like when it was that time of the month, though Hersch stayed naked, as usual. She could feel the warmth of his body beside her, snuggling against her as he fell asleep, and she could even feel his occasional nighttime erection. It was infuriating!

She couldn’t endure it any longer. She took a sink bath Saturday morning, but midafternoon she had her husband help her take a shower. Then they went to Saturday evening mass and went home. She excused herself and went into their bathroom, saying, “Out in a few. Make drinks, please.” She knew that left to his own devices he would make Seven & Sevens, which was fine with her.

She maneuvered her walker over to her sink and, while balancing carefully, stripped off her church clothing. Next, she ran the hot water and used a washcloth to bathe. Noticing the stubble on her pussy and legs, she used the walker to hobble over to the bathtub, to sit awkwardly and shave her legs and pussy. The thought went through her mind that by the time she got the cast off, her right calf would look like a forest.

“Honey, are you okay?” sang out from the living room.

“Just fine! I’m taking care of business!” Judy replied, rolling her eyes.

She finished with her legs and pussy, did her armpits, and stood up. Then it was back to the sink and a final rinse. She clump-clumped the walker to the closet and found what she wanted. She quickly dressed and went back to the living room, only to find it empty. Hersch was missing. She sat back in her recliner and pushed the walker away.

Hersch came back to the living room from the other end of the house and Judy heard the toilet flushing in the hall bathroom. “Sorry, but I couldn’t wait. Nice dress. What’s up?” Judy had changed into a pink and red sundress, with spaghetti straps, buttons down the front to the waist, and a hemline several inches above her knees. It was a dress she wore when she was looking for her husband’s attention. “Judith?”

Judy smiled at him and said, “I am going nuts, Hersch, and I am guessing you are too.” She began to unbutton the top of her dress and exposed some fantastic cleavage.

Hersch came closer and gave her a curious look. “And just how do you plan to do this with a cast and a walker?”

“I don’t know, but I intend to find out! Come on! Aren’t you interested?”

He smiled. “Okay. I’m game.”

“Then move the walker out of the way and come closer.” She continued unbuttoning her dress, pulling it apart to expose her tits, and then pulled the hem of her skirt up her legs. It was loose-fitting and seconds later he was staring at her freshly shaved pussy.

Hersch smiled, and Judy continued, “Now, get undressed. We are going to have sex even if it kills me!”

“Good Lord!” he muttered. He started getting undressed as his wife began pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. Then she stopped and adjusted the recliner so that her legs were supported. “Are you alright?”

“My leg was bugging me until I raised the foot thingie. Don’t worry. We are going to figure this out or die trying! Now, come here!”

Hersch finished undressing and kicked his pants and boxers away. He went to her feet and asked, “Now what?” He couldn’t imagine what he was supposed to do next. “Crawl on top?”

“No, that won’t work. Come around here to my side. Maybe we need to do this one at a time.” Hersch moved to the side of the recliner so that his cock was pointing at her face. “Come closer,” she ordered, twisting her face and leaning towards him. She opened her mouth, and he stuck his cockhead in her mouth. She began sucking, her tongue swirling around his cockhead. She had been sucking Hersch’s cock since they were sixteen and knew just what to do to get him off. Her head began bobbing, bringing even more into her mouth, and she just kept sucking, even as her fingers delved between her legs.