Reply: Our Greek Island rendezvous

I turned fifty on my own, we had an office lunch and then it was over.  I was used to being alone on my birthday.  That year I had received a mailing from a cruise company, and I was leafing through it.  A trip to the Greek Islands, why not I told myself.  I called a friend, from many years, also single but divorced, and she agreed a trip to the Greek Islands was a great idea.

We bought our trip, we agreed to share a cabin, two small beds.  When we got to the time that we were going to go I got a note from the cruise like asking if I was willing to trade my two bed room for one with a queen.  For a nice discount.  I called my friend and she said why not, we could use the money.  So our trip got started, we went around the ship to get to know it.  We found a bar we liked and had our first drink, before assembling for dinner. Our table, reserved, had a lone gentleman join us.  He said he took two or three cruises a year, when his wife was alive it was something they did regularly.   He was charming and talkative, not pushy, an experienced cruiser.  He suggested we take in the comic that was on stage later that evening.

I can make this long or make it short. He had his fun with us in our queen bed. Both of us.  For an 'old' man he had it with him. Whatever he took kept him up and raring to go and we got it over and over.   In all of my life sex was a thing I talked about but hardly ever did it.  It had been fifteen years since I had a man on top of me. My friend, divorced, had more experience, but never a man she hardly knew.  He left us quite late, after we managed to get him to orgasm, on my tits of all things. My friend rubbed it in, like a lotion. 

For four wonderful nights we got treated to his affections, his dick, down our throat, up our vaginas, in our ass.  He wasn't particular, it there was a hole he was going to use it.  He was a good looking man in his youth, but old and wrinkled, with a stiff hard cock, so we turned down the lights so that it wouldn't be a spectacle. Of course, who are we kidding, we were two older women, with tits hanging low and a few pounds too many.  But we had the holes, and he had the dick, and why not.  Two old bags got serviced as we toured the Greek Islands.