Lori pulled out of the funk of losing her husband of fifteen years to cancer. He was her one and only and now he wasn’t there for her anymore. A lot of things had changed for the once virginal and fundamentalist eighteen-year-old bride. There was the disappointment of being childless by circumstance, not choice. Education had changed her viewpoint on a lot of things beyond the drummed-in Biblical basis for everything. Not that it was a bad book, but it wasn’t the whole story, like she’d been told.

Now in a sexual prime time of life, she had bittersweet feelings using the dildo and vibrator her husband had bought for her. Once part of their sex play and fantasies, it had become her only release for the last few months of his life and beyond. When the senior preacher at their church had made thinly veiled suggestions of counseling that would get much too personal, she turned her back on that spiritual path.

Money was not a concern but her sanity was so she joined a wellness center and began getting her body somewhere back to its once athletic condition. Her mind got exercised at the community college, picking up again on something she had dropped for marriage and a job to help her husband finish his education.

“It’s MY turn now!” became her motto and battle-cry.

Older than most but not all of her fellow students, Lori enjoyed interacting with them and her youthful appearance helped her be accepted. Some young men, probably in their early to mid-twenties asked her for dates. “Were they fooled or did they like older women?” She caught herself still operating from a “married woman” mentality. “What the hell? If they want to do things with me why should I sit at home?” The next one that asked got a “Yes”.

Philip was in her math class, the one she had the most struggles with. A budget date of pizza and beer followed by a walk to the college art museum was friendly and a nice change from sitting at home alone. He was polite and interesting so she reached out her hand and took his as they walked back to his older car.

When he asked how she was doing in the class, that opened up a whole new area for interaction. She needed help and he was delighted to be a tutor.

They got together regularly for that and she asked him for a date to even things up. She and her husband had season opera tickets and Philip had never attended one. His eyes bugged out when she pulled up in her late-husband’s vintage red Corvette. It needed to be driven once in a while.

That evening he discovered how old she really was and Lori was afraid he’d be scared off. As he was digesting the news about her age and widowhood she leaned closer and planted a big kiss on his lips followed by a firm hug with “I like you a lot, Philip. I don’t mind the age thing if you don’t.”

He managed, “I really like you too. You are so lovely but more importantly, NICE. I’ve had some bad experiences with other girls so I’m glad you’re more grown up.”

The workouts had improved her looks, no doubt of that, but she never thought of herself as “lovely”. Oh, well, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder anyway, she thought. Philip wasn’t at all “cool”, slim and tall with little attempt to style his hair or clothes. They just weren’t important to a guy who liked math and science, she figured.

When she remembered that she and her husband had booked a Christmas cruise quite a while before his diagnosis, she wasn’t going to let it go to waste. “Philip, you’re going to get treated to a cruise after Christmas. Have you ever been on one?”

His jaw dropped and he shook his head. Part of it was the content of the message, the rest was the delivery. He hadn’t been asked. He was EXPECTED to go! How could he refuse even if somehow he had wanted to?

Lori had been on this cruise before so advised him what to pack. The flight to Ft Lauderdale was packed but on-time. The ship was a smaller one, much nicer for a relaxing time. Philip’s head was on a swivel as he took it all in. Then they reached the stateroom on one of the upper decks. “But ... but ... there’s only one bed!”

Lori turned him to face her, “I’m rather used to sleeping in the same bed as a man. You can use the floor if you wish but that’s your choice.” She was grinning, somewhat anticipating this reaction. Tonight would be fun one way or another, she thought.

When they finally tired of the ship’s activities it was the moment of truth. Philip changed in the tiny bathroom and came out wearing pajamas. Lori was already under the covers. When he gingerly got on his side, Lori leaned over to get the next day’s program. A firm breast rubbed against his back, unencumbered by nightclothes. Sitting up with the covers only coming to her waist, her D-cup breasts were completely exposed. Philip’s eyes were riveted but he was speechless.

Nonchalantly Lori discussed the possibilities for the next day then casually reached over, found the fly in his pajama bottoms, and grasped the erection she expected to find there. Giving him a quick kiss, she said softly, “I’m glad you are enjoying the view. I’m also accustomed to having a man touch me and you are the best one to do that right now. Don’t you think pajamas might get in the way?”

The bad experiences Philip had were from some manipulative and domineering girls. This was a totally different experience as Lori took her time getting them acquainted, happily discovering that he was well equipped even if unskilled in technique and guiding him to their mutual pleasures. He was bright and would learn fast.

As she lay next to a snoring and flaccid young man, she was more content than in a long time. He had done everything she wanted to yield three orgasms herself accompanied by two for him. Damn that was good and the night was still young!

There was a slow and tender joining in the wee hours and a quickie before breakfast. He already seemed to remember her preferences. She was glowing inside; was it visible to others?

Lounging by the pool with her tablet, she came across a diary app. She’d kept a written one long ago when she was dating her future husband, and for a while after they first married, and had enjoyed reading it years later. She needed to resume that habit and Philip would be the first entry. Thinking back, she could document the main steps in their friendship, and especially some details about last night!

Philip found her and he introduced another young man who he had met in the game room. Paolo was from Brazil. He said he’d find Philip later and left. “Sit down, Philip. We do not have to wait until bedtime to have some fun. It is a while until dinner if you are interested.”

Philip blushed a little, “I’m interested but I didn’t know how often you might be.”

“It’s OK to ask. Women can be more horny than men and don’t have to wait as long to be ready again either. Now?”

It was fun in the daylight with the door to the cabin balcony open. A little like doing it outdoors, which Lori told Philip she and her husband had done a few times. She watched his reaction to mentioning her prior sex life and it seemed to stir his rod a bit as reality hit his erotic button. She wanted to work on that.

After dinner they sat in lounge chairs and talked as the sun set. She got a couple of big drinks and the enshrouding darkness provided some intimacy. For the first time, Philip asked about her marriage and husband and children. She had heard about the poor sex he’d had so she asked him about his thoughts on that subject. Had he watched porn or read erotic stories? Yes to both. Were there any themes he particularly liked?

Encouraging him through his sheepishness, Lori got him to admit that buxom older woman were a favorite. Was that why he had approached her? He admitted it was. She thanked him for the boost to her self-image.

Was there anything else? He thought the classic porn movies from the 70s were good too. So the natural look without shaving was okay? Lori didn’t bother shaving her crotch. More agreement from Philip.

So far she knew his images of hot women but nothing about sexual activity that turned him on, besides the basics anyway. “Philip,” she probed, “in the stories you read were there any things that the women did you thought were especially hot? My husband and I had fantasies like most people do, I think. You never know, I might like to do some things you have thought about.”

Philip sipped on his drink a couple times before answering with a question, “Did you and your husband ever talk about doing it with others? I mean going out and having affairs when your spouse knew about it or actually watching them do it with another person.”

Lori laughed gently, “Oh yes! That was a popular one. My husband even bought me a dildo so we could pretend I was with another man. He had some fantasies about another woman but that one was harder to act out. I got pretty hot when he would have sex with me and then leave the room and come back and act like another person to do me again. But we never really did that with anybody else, just pretend.”

Both of them were pretty aroused at this point so they went back to the cabin. Their little balcony was just big enough to take some blankets and pillows to stretch out on the floor and screw under the starlight. Conversations from nearby balconies added a little thrill too.

Just like the night before, in the wee hours Philip was awakened by stimulating touches. When his head moved down between her thighs to taste her, she murmured, “I’ve been with a man recently, I want you to know. He put lots of sperm in me so I might taste different. If you’re okay with it, I’d like your sperm too.”

Philip licked her eagerly and moved up to embed his shaft in the “strange” semen. He talked as he thrust, “Your pussy feels as good as ever. He didn’t hurt it a bit; actually it might even feel better to me. You love taking cocks, don’t you?”

“Oh yes! My pussy is made for big ones like yours. I don’t know if I could ever get too many!”

They were both pretty turned on and went back to the room for a screw after breakfast and then each had some shipboard activities for the morning.

When they met at lunch Philip had Paulo with him. Looking very intently at Lori he announced, “I brought my friend to eat with us. He was hoping to meet some girls on the cruise but hasn’t been successful so far. I was wondering if you might be interested in having him join us.” There was an emphasis on the word “join” and was accompanied by a grin.

Lori got the message and grinned back, “Let me think about it during lunch but in the meantime he certainly can share that with us.”

He was a good-looking young man and quite polite. His shyness exceeded Phillip’s which may have been his problem. He was on the cruise with his parents who asked him to leave them alone in the room quite often. He guessed it was like a second honeymoon for them.

Lori’s pussy was tingling. Her curiosity was high. Glancing frequently at Philip she made the move, addressing Paulo, “This cruise is a little bit like a honeymoon for us too. It is a new relationship and we are exploring lots of things. Have you ever had sex?”

Startled at her directness, Paulo turned his head down and shook it. “I was hoping that would change on this cruise but I’m not sure how to make it happen.”

Lori smiled at Philip and continued, “If you find me attractive enough, I’m interested in doing just that with you.”

Paulo’s head jerked up and turned towards her, “Are you serious? A beautiful woman like you? But you already have Philip!”

Lori reached over and took both of his hands saying gently, “A woman can easily enjoy more than one man, and Philip is good with this. Are you ready to come to our room? It will be just you and me the first time.”

Philip told them to have a good time and he would wait right there. He rubbed his erection as he watched them walk away together.

An hour later Paulo returned and said that Lori wanted him in the cabin now. He would meet them for dinner.

Lori was naked on the bed with her knees up and thighs welcoming as he entered the dimly lit cabin. Wordlessly he immediately buried his aching shaft in her sopping depths. After just a few strokes she shivered in orgasm. Her legs and arms wrapped around him as she was flooded yet again with a young man’s cream.

“How was it?”

“Damned interesting! Fun too! Needs some training but made me feel very sexy. He came three times in me!”

Philip began moving again and he lost little of his excitement after his ejaculation. “You ARE incredibly sexy. This is wild and I love it. Thank you for being so adventurous.”

He also managed two more semen shots with innumerable orgasms for her as they replayed what she had done. What would they do this evening? Both of them wanted to keep going down this track.

At dinner Paulo brought over his parents and introduced them. Afterwards, his mother wanted to talk to Lori. Her message, in halting English, was that she appreciated any and all attention Lori would give to her son. “I think you will make him a man, and that is very good. Thank you.”

Coping with the horniness of two young men in a sexually stimulating situation was more strenuous than Lori had anticipated. For each one, watching the other fondle and fuck her reignited their lust even more quickly. She lost track of her orgasms and theirs and finally had to call “timeout”.

After a bit of sleep, she awoke sandwiched between them, one erection pressing into her belly and the other one her back. Resigning herself to taming the beasts she had awakened, she rolled on top of Paulo who was facing her and pulled Philip up to suck on as she rode. It was a long ride since the boys were pretty satiated but not too much to get erect, obviously. When she felt the inside cock, spray its liquid gift, she rolled on her back and Philip happily thrust into her soaked snatch.

This time they all slept a good while then showered and dressed for breakfast. At the end of that rejuvenating event, Philip said he and Paulo had some activities they wanted to do that morning and they would see her at lunch. Out on the deck, Lori kept writing in her journal. There was lots to put down about the last 24 hours. She also started a page in the back with the first names and the birth month and year of every man she had laid. Her count was now three.

Just as she finished, Paulo’s mother spied her and came over for a talk. “I think my son must have spent last night with you.” Lori nodded. “Would you mind telling me, his mother, how it went?”

“What the hell? She wants to know so why shouldn’t I tell her?” thought Lori.

The older woman was wide-eyed and smiling as Lori told about their adventures last night. Then she asked the woman, “Paulo says it is your anniversary and you are spending a lot of time in the cabin.”

“Ah yes! My husband finally made me tell him about the two men that I had sex with a few times before we met. He has been like an animal since then. He has only been with me.”

Lori flashed on an idea, “Would you like me to sex him? Then you can have something to get you more excited. But only one time.”

Her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, “Oh would you? Could I watch?”

Her husband had been sleeping since their last joining and awoke as the cabin door was open. There was a lot of conversation that Lori could not understand and she knew that he didn’t speak English so she stayed quiet. When he looked at her and nodded enthusiastically, she and his wife both began taking their clothes off. When the covers were pulled back it was obvious he was ready for this. Was he ever! His wife frigged herself and gave Lori a big tit-to-tit hug when it was finished. The couple would not leave the cabin for hours.

After lunch Lori took her two boy–lovers back to their cabin and screwed them both twice, egging them on by saying that she had yet another man inside her this morning but wouldn’t reveal the identity. Their probing peckers could feel it but soon obliterated the evidence with their own emissions. She felt wicked with the sperm of both father and son swimming in her womb.

Feeling pretty fucked out, Lori put on a swimsuit for a dip and some lounging by the pool as she updated her journal yet again. Late in the afternoon Paulo’s mother found her and was very gracious in her thanks. No one in her family would never forget Lori.

That night, the last one of the cruise, Lori again had two visitors to her bed and body. She took each of them bent over the balcony railing and every way they could imagine in bed. Paulo cried as she kissed him goodbye. He did have her email address though. Lori’s count had gone to four. She realized that her records were incomplete. She made a column for the date she first coupled with them.

Finishing her journaling about the trip on the flight home, Lori reflected that it was time to get Philip some additional experience. She began running through the list of older women she knew, trying to identify one who might be interested in him.

She had it narrowed down to two and the first one she contacted was curious but apprehensive. She’d dated a bit since her husband bailed with a younger woman but never let it get beyond kissing. Having a young lover as a forty-three-year old was a bit scary.

With Lori’s recommendations and reassurances she at least agreed to meet Philip. They all went on a hike together and shared a picnic lunch in the wilderness. Wilma warmed up to the young man who reminded her of her own son, something she shared privately with Lori who responded, “Fantasies are fun too. Go with it and realize that is what it is, just for fun.”

When they got back to Lori’s apartment she told them to use her bedroom while she fixed dinner. The sounds from the slightly ajar door let her know that Philip was properly applying what he had learned from her. When it quieted down, she peeked in the door and they were snuggled, “Dinner is ready. Clothing optional since you might want to take it off again in a little while.” They all had robes on during the meal.

Wilma had a request, “My parts are sore. I didn’t realize how out of shape I was down there. Could I watch you two together? I’ve always been curious how it looks.”

When Lori had climaxed but Philip hadn’t, she whispered to him that Wilma was fingering herself so he could do her again. He signaled her to join them and she became the watchee until he finished inside their guest again. Wilma wanted to do him regularly from then on.

With all that, Lori felt OK about looking for another local partner for herself. An older man at church, about fifty, had long made it a point to socialize with her. She asked him what he liked to do and that led to a date which ended in bedtime on the very first one. She’d told him that she would not be sexually exclusive and he seemed to be OK with that too. Good choice.

His equipment was short but uncircumcised and quite thick. An advantage Lori soon discovered was that he could hit her clit easily on the in-strokes and the semen he left could pool deep in her vagina without being squished out on a deep stroke. His big balls slapped her ass nicely and he was a copious cummer too. Interesting variation, all in all.

They dated once a week and enjoyed a rollicking roll in the hay each time. After one such date, Philip was waiting in her bed as she returned. “I thought you had a date with Wilma?”

“She wasn’t feeling well so I didn’t stay. How was your date?”

With a sexy grin and voice, Lori answered, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” He tasted Frank’s love-offering and pushed her down on the bed, quickly ramming his own tool deep inside. Lori squealed and humped back, chortling, “God I love to fuck! He was great and you are too.” With erotic fury Philip didn’t last long. Not letting him withdraw Lori murmured, “Soak in his cum for a bit and do me again, you young stud.”

After a few dates, Frank changed. He asked Lori, “Are you sleeping with anybody else?” From the tone of his voice and the look on his face, she decided to give noncommittal answer, saying that was hers to divulge if and when she so desired. He pressed the point to the level that she just had to tell him, “I don’t like this and I don’t want to see you again.”

After he approached her somewhat belligerently at church a couple of times, she went to see the senior pastor about the situation. His response was that Frank had made other women uncomfortable so he would speak with him. Frank never showed his face at any church functions again.

Randolph, the minister, suggested that if she needed any or other special support, he was quite experienced at delivering whatever she might desire. Seen through the thinly veiled proposition, Lori asked, “So what does your wife think about that kind of pastoral care?”

He smiled and said, “She has her own ministry for men, with my blessing. Go visit with her.”

When Lori spoke to Molly after church, the older woman suggested they meet for lunch and that was arranged.

Lori was amazed that this unremarkable woman was a trained sex therapist and surrogate. The explanation was simple, “I adopted this style deliberately so I don’t intimidate men or create jealousy among women. It works for me.”

The whole concept was intriguing to Lori so they talked a long time. Perhaps this was a career path to consider. She liked helping people and especially if involved sex. She’d been searching for something to focus on and it might be right in her lap, so to speak. “What can I do to check this out?” she asked Molly.

“Why don’t you follow me around bit and see what I actually do. If you’re still interested, we can talk about the training that is needed,” offered Molly.

With the client’s permission, Lori observed an early session where the needs are being assessed. There were both written and verbal questions to identify the problem and give direction to solutions. After the client left, Molly went over the results and determined that the husband and wife together mostly needed counseling with recommended joint activities.

The next client was in the surrogacy program at a pretty advanced level. This was an older man who had lost a spouse and was dealing with issues of erectile dysfunction with possible new partners. At this point in the program Molly had built his confidence to the point of intromission and was now working on some fine points of choosing coital positions.

After that client Lori asked how many surrogacy sessions she had. Molly smiled as she said at least one every day and sometimes as many as three. “Because they are often not completely satisfying for me, my husband gets plenty at bedtime, even if he’s doing some surrogacy himself. Certain little pills work wonders and I have a doctor who will prescribe them as required.”

Lori was very interested asked how one gets into such a career. Molly got on her computer and brought up the training center in Colorado where she had become certified. “It is a month-long and very intensive program. There is a new session starting in about a month so you need to find out if there are any openings right away.”

There was space and Lori had the resources to pay the considerable tuition. This was going to be exciting!

It was a busy time before she left making sure that all her bases were covered at home with the extended absence. Philip would look after her home and Wilma would look after Philip. Both of them were supportive even though they didn’t quite understand all her motivations for doing this.

The month was very challenging even for somebody who was already a good student. The first two weeks were primarily academic, covering not only interviewing and counseling techniques, but also all the legal aspects involved. The last two weeks got the most interesting for her.

Lori had good people skills so the interviewing part was picked up pretty easily and her instructors commented how she was able to put people at ease. She worked side-by-side with an experienced counselor/surrogate and they went through the issues involved in determining a course of therapy.