Hello guest! (Level: guest) Log in

You can change the width of the story text shown below:
Use how much percent of the screen width?

[ default ] [ 10% ] [ 20% ] [ 30% ] [ 40% ] [ 50% ] [ 60% ] [ 70% ] [ 80% ] [ 90% ] [ 100% ]

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version  |  Mark story  |  Mark author

Don't forget to vote for this story, in the yellow voting box below the story!

He moved in slowly, inching closer to my wife and I as we sat in the ship's English pub, listening to music. We were still dressed in our formal dinner attire. Nikki wore a form fitting little black dress with a deep neck line, that clung to her body like a second skin, and I was in a charcoal grey suit with a red power tie, but her admirer had changed into shorts and a tight, white tee shirt that accentuated his muscular build. I had noticed him at the pool earlier that afternoon. As a tall, muscular black man wearing a red speedo bathing suit, he was hard to miss, and I had caught him looking at my bikini clad wife several times. That was something I'd gotten used to happening in recent years and it always amused.

Nikki and I had married young and we had been together for more than 30 years. She had been a petite 110-pound blonde with perky b cup breasts and a fantastic ass, when we first met, but over the years, two difficult pregnancies and a sedentary lifestyle had conspired to pack more than 70 pounds onto her small 5'4" frame. She was still sexy as a chubby middle aged woman and I liked her big D cup boobs, but she hated her body and dressed to hide it rather than show it off. Then, shortly after her 50th birthday she had decided to make a change. She started dieting and exercising regularly and the weight came off. She got down to a still curvy 130 pounds and at her new weight she began to feel sexy again. She bought a new wardrobe and dressed to show off her new c cup breasts and tight, bubble butt. She wore low cut shirts and blouses. She had a closet filled with tight jeans, short skirts and little cocktail dresses and she always looked great when she left the house. It was an amazing transformation.

Nikki loved the attention she got when she dressed sexy and it sparked a noticeable change in her demeanor. She had been something of a wild child when we first met but after becoming a mom and gaining weight she had become shy and reserved. But suddenly, in her fifties she came back out of her shell. She began to flirt with other men and her libido increased exponentially. There had been many nights when we would be out at a bar, winery or brewery and Nikki would flirt with men half her age, and when we would get back to our house she would be utterly ravenous. As such, rather than get threatened or annoyed when my wife flirted with other men, I encouraged it because I knew that I would reap the benefits later and so did she.

"I'll be right back, I need to pee," I told my wife as I touched her hand and smiled at her.

"Okay Baby, can you get me another beer while you're up?"

I said that I would and I walked off to the closest bathroom. It was our third day on the ship and each night we'd closed out our evening listening to the acoustic guitar and folksy sound of the ship's musical talent at the English Pub. It had been a great way to wind down from a day of cruising and it had preceded some raucous sex in both prior nights.

A smile spread across my face several minutes later, when I sidled up to the bar to get a new round of drinks for Nikki and I, and I noticed that my wife was not sitting alone. Across from her was the aforementioned muscular black man and I must admit that I was somewhat surprised. Until then Nikki had never shown interest in black guys. She and I had grown up in a largely homogeneous town south of Boston and she had long professed that black men "did nothing" for her. She wasn't a racist, far from it. Nikki was much more progressive than I, and she had not a racist bone in her body, but she'd always had a type and it was not big, muscular black men. She tended to gravitate to clean cut frat boys, with fit slender builds. Yet, there she was, engaged in what looked like a somewhat flirtatious conversation with a man with skin as dark as night, broad shoulders and bulging biceps.

I waited patiently for our drinks and watched my wife's body language intently. Her warm smiles, the subtle touching of her face and the way she brushed her long hair from her brow, told an unmistakable story. I felt my pulse quickened, knowing that I would soon reap the benefit of her flirting with him. Then I walked confidently to our table.

Nikki introduced me to Trevor when I came back with her drink and for the next 90 minutes we all got to know each other. Trevor lived outside of Baltimore but was originally from Nigeria. He was on the

Click here to read the rest of this story (183 more lines)

Options: Plain text or PDF (fanclub only!) version for easy saving or printing

ESmail: Click here to send a private message to ThePiggy (with ESmail, the site's internal message system)

Authors appreciate feedback! Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!

Profile for ThePiggy, incl. 152 stories Email: Piggysetfree@gmail.com Add this author to your favorite author list Add this story to your favorite story list Send this story to me through email

Give your opinion about this story: select here 1 (terrible) 2 .. 3 .. 4 .. 5 (reasonable) 6 .. 7 .. 8 .. 9 .. 10 (excellent)