Deb couldn’t believe how beautiful the changing room was. Norway had been amazing. Starting in Oslo, they explored the historic streets and ate at the sidewalk cafes of old. Then the cruise. She had no idea that cruising an inland waterway could be so romantic. After thirty years of marriage, she was more in love with Roderick than ever.
The trip was a combination of an anniversary present to her and a retirement celebration for him. They had saved for years and this was the dream. On the third day of the Hurtigruten cruise through the fjords of the beautiful countryside, Deb was getting ready to take advantage of the spa.
Rod was playing golf with a group of men that had signed up for the day package in one of the towns along the cruise. Tired from the previous day’s walking tour, she was going to have the full treatment. Having removed her clothing in the private changing room, she donned the fluffy cotton robe that hung on a rack.
A knock on her door was followed by a soft male voice, “Your hot tub is ready, madame.”
“Thank you,” she replied, slipping her feet into the slippers, “Coming out now.”
“Right this way,” the tall man motioned when she emerged from the room, “I am Sven. I’ll be your guide and your masseur.”
Deb was surprised to see him wearing a similar robe. His Nordic accent was thick and alluring. His snow-white hair hung to his broad shoulders and his robe hung open at the chest. She felt her face burn red when he held his hands out to take her robe. She hesitated just enough to let him know that she was not used to being naked in front of strangers.
“Ah, madame,” he said with a reassuring smile, “I am a professional. I will be with you every step of the way.”
She untied the fuzzy, white sash and let him take the robe from her shoulders, and stepped into the hot tub, sitting in the one-hundred-and-four-degree water, she was immediately relaxed. Sven hung her robe on a coat rack then turned to the bar, fetching a glass of champagne, and leaned down, offering it to his charge.
Deb took the glass and sipped the bubbling liquid, “Thank you,” she said, shocked when he untied the sash of his robe and revealed his nakedness to her. She instinctively closed her eyes and laid her head back on the tub but the image was burned into her mind. Tall and lean. Strong and muscular. His body, the first she had seen naked other than Roderick’s in the last thirty years, was so unlike her husband’s.
Rod, bless his heart, was a good husband. He was a great provider and dedicated to her. Time and age had changed him from the strong, young buck of their youth, to the average man of fifty-five that he was today. Covered in thick salt and pepper hair that nearly hid his entire cock, he was a middle-aged man.
There was no hair on Sven’s body. Not one. His cock hung between his strong thighs, long and thick. She had never seen anything like it. Even with her eyes tightly closed, she could still see it. The pale white skin bulged by thick purple veins spiderwebbing the length of his thick shaft. Though the water was hot, she could feel her nipples tighten in response.
She opened her eyes again when he stepped into the water, timidly watching his body disappear beneath the bubbles. With a smile, he began to explain the process of the spa routine. First, she would have an hour in the hot tub to relax her body and get used to being pampered.
He was hers for the day, treating her to champagne and strawberries, and conversation on the history of Norway and the customs of his people. She learned that he was a descendant of Bjorn Ironsides, a fierce Viking warrior, and father of the Swedish king who bore his father’s name. He seemed to Deb to be very proud of his family heritage.
Time slipped by and she was finishing her third glass of champagne when Sven stood up, his beautifully sculpted body glistening wet and dripping the mineral water of the tub. His cock, just as long and thick as the image in her mind, hung just a few feet from her eyes that, mellowed by the wine, refused to close now. She was becoming relaxed in his presence. His soothing voice and sexy accent had her feeling young and bold.
Though she would never say it out loud, she wanted to reach out and touch it. She wanted to feel its weight and girth. She wanted to feel the smoothness of his silky skin and the heft of his large testicles in the cup of her hand. He offered his hand and helped her stand on shaky legs. She didn’t bother trying to cover her private skin. The alcohol was having its effect.
“We will shower now,” he said softly, “The mineral water shouldn’t dry on your skin.”
Wrapping her body, just as aged as her husband’s, in the oversized towel that her host offered and following him to the shower, she couldn’t help but notice the buzzing of her clitoris and the wetness of her sex. Her mind wandered through a fantasy while she watched his naked ass, tight and muscular, walk to the shower.
‘What would it be like?’ She wondered, never having cheated, ‘To have a man like Sven. To feel a cock like his inside me. So long and thick.’
He waited for her, holding the shower door, the water running hot, his cock hanging between his strong legs. She hung her towel and walked shamelessly past him, her body, middle-aged as it was, on display, lightly brushed his cock. He smiled knowingly when she glanced up at him. She heard the door swing shut and felt the hot water splash her skin. Her eyes closed as the stream flowed from the top of her head over her face.
The images still swirling in her imagination, Deb opened her eyes to see Sven soaping a big sponge. Her nipples were as hard as a teenager on her first date, she was hoping he would use that sponge on her body. She would not be disappointed. He motioned her to turn around. With her back to her host, she felt him begin to scrub her neck and shoulders. Felt the soapy bubbles trail down the center of her back and between the fleshy cheeks of her ass.
If he was as good at the massage as he was with the sponge, she knew that she was in for a real treat. His free hand was now resting on her left hip, his fingers curled over the curve of her pelvic bone. The sponge gently swirling on her shoulders, her body trembling, her nipples painfully erect, the soap trailed down, she softly sighed. She felt Sven rest his chin on her shoulder, his hand pulling her hip to him, “Relax,” he whispered, “I won’t hurt you.”
He pushed the soapy sponge around her body and up between her breasts. She felt his cock, seemingly half hard, curving downward between the cheeks of her ass, pressing gently. She leaned forward against the glass wall of the shower, savoring the feelings coursing through her sex. She felt his free hand slide up her body, skimming the water and cupping her left breast.
Deb moaned, “Oh, yes,” his finger circling her stiff nipple. He nuzzled his cheek on her neck and pushed the sponge between her legs. His cock was fully erect now, pushing itself between her thighs, her body wracked with the desire to be taken by this strong young man. Her moans were soft and barely audible under the steaming hiss of the shower.
Sven gently massaged her sex, bringing her closer to something she hasn’t experienced in ten years. Sex with her husband had suffered the same aging as their bodies. It was always good with him but, damn it had gotten to be routine. That was before it simply faded into the sunset. Sven was bringing those feelings and desires back to life.
She couldn’t help but moan, Sven whispering in her ear. He spoke in his native tongue, urging her to let go. His words sunk into her, driving her closer to climax. She felt young again, taken by his warm gentle touch.
“Yes,” she answered, breathing the one syllable even though she couldn’t understand his foreign language. It didn’t matter. Pleasure was a universal tongue. “Fuck me, Sven,” she fairly pleaded.
“Patience, Madame Deb,” he answered, expertly leading her to bliss, “The day is young.”
She was so close to orgasm. His expert hands kept her on the brink. Edging her close then pulling her back. Her frustration built, making what was to come that much greater. He knew what he was doing.
She felt the thickness of his shaft between her thighs, his cock head protruding, visible when she looked down. Without a thought of her husband, she pushed it upward with her fingers causing it to press against her engorged clitoris. Sven began to grind against her, the slickness of the soap and her excitement let him glide over her nub without resistance.
It was all she could take. Her body trembled and her knees buckled. She fell headlong into the deepest well of pleasure she had ever experienced. Drowning in wave on wave of passion and lust. Her hands against the glass wall and her lover steadying her balance, she fell deeper.
“That’s it,” Sven encouraged, “Let it take you.”
She felt as though her body was gushing from the center of her sex. Almost as if she was coming from a cock, spewing fluids. It was something she had never felt. She wondered if this was what they called squirting. It felt amazing. She felt no guilt, though she considered this cheating. She felt no shame, though her body wasn’t the young cheerleader that it was thirty-five years ago. The only thing she felt was sexy.
Sven draped his arm over her shoulder and across her chest, his hand resting under her opposite arm, embracing her and soothing her back down from the pinnacle of climax. Holding her close, her hand still pressing the head of his cock to her dripping pussy, “Yes,” he whispered, “Let it wash through you. Let it take you. Enjoy it.”
Her body shook in his arms, her breath was deep and slow. He could feel her heart pound in her chest. Slowly she regained her composure and started to feel the guilt, one-minute giggling and the next on the verge of tears. Her emotions were like a hurricane, spinning out of control. Sven knew how to calm her. He had seen it so many times.
Taking her hand, he pulled her gently out of the shower, handing her a fresh towel. As she dried her body, he poured her another glass of champagne. His cock stood at attention when he handed her the glass. He noticed that she had begun to divert her eyes. No longer glancing at his nakedness. This was not new to him. He would let the wine settle her nerves again. He didn’t want her drunk, just mellowed. He took the towel and finished patting her dry.
Deb gulped the few swallows of the liquid and took another glass when he offered, still naked and still very much aware that her host was too. She honestly hadn’t planned what had just happened. The lingering feeling of orgasm still had her emotions shifting. She smiled to herself, once again sneaking looks at the beautiful cock that her host did not hide. She had climaxed and had not even been fucked.
Raising an eyebrow, she thought, ‘I haven’t cheated,’ consoling herself, “That wasn’t really sex.’
Sven caught a hint of her smile, “Ah, madame, you are pleased?”
Looking up at him she stammered, “The champagne tickles my nose.”
“But you are pleased, no?”
She looked back away, her finger tracing the rim of her glass, “Yes, Sven,” she said, barely above a whisper. She decided to be honest, “I haven’t felt this way in so long that I had forgotten the pleasure.”
He knew that she was ready so he stepped closer, taking her glass. Pushing her chin up with a finger, he kissed her gently on the lips, looking into her soft hazel eyes, “I can make you feel so much more,” he said, his hard cock pressed to her hip.
Looking up into his eyes, so close and blue, she couldn’t resist. Her hand found his cock, so hard and thick, pulsing in her gentle grip. Never had she felt anything like it. Her lips opened when he kissed her again, offering his tongue. She squeezed his shaft and sucked his tongue in, tasting his kiss for the very first time.
She wanted to drop to her knees and taste his cock in the same way but he held her close. He would make her wait until he was ready. Still, she stroked him, her hand feeling his warmth and the wetness of his pre cum. ‘So long and thick,’ she thought, ‘So hard.’
“Are you ready for your massage?” He asked, whispering into her ear.
“Yes,” she sighed, “I’m ready.”
Another kiss and he took her hand, leading her into yet another room. A massage table situated in the center of a huge window dominated the room. The scent of lavender and leather wafted in the air. Candles were burning on a stand in a corner. The lighting was dim and soothing with the amber flicker of the candles. Oils warmed by the table.
Deb took a long deep breath, taking in the scent of the room and calming her nerves. Sven helped her onto the table, facedown.
“You relax now, madame,” he said in his soothing voice, “I will take good care of you,”
Resting her head on the cutout, she could feel the warmth of the oil that her host trickled down her spine and even between the cheeks of her ass. She knew that she would have no secrets when he started. She felt his strong hands on her shoulders, spreading the warm, soothing oil.
Something about the aroma and the dim light of the room had calmed her. So relaxed, she seemed to float on a cloud of comfort, almost dozing.
The window, though darkly tinted, afforded a view of the port city. The street bustled with tourists from the ship and vendors. Deb was oblivious to it all. Aware only of her masseur’s hands that slid gently over her bare skin. She wondered if he was still hard. Her answer came when he moved to the head of the table.
The only thing he wore was a pair of thin, white slippers. Her eyes trailed up his long hairless legs, detailing every bulge of muscle. Further up, between his thighs, she saw his large testicles, one hanging slightly lower than its twin.
Her eyes lingered, studying his ball sack as it swayed when his hands worked their magic on her back and shoulders. She wanted to touch him again. She wanted to feel his silky skin in her hand. His cock, still hard and magnificently large, pointed out and slightly curved upward toward her nose.
He was just out of reach of the tip of her tongue. She knew because she tried to touch the wetness of his tip. The clear fluid that clung there trailed from the hole at his tip down the bottom of his circumcised head.
Just a few inches from her lips, it bobbed with his heartbeat, tempting her. Suddenly, it was gone. Sven had moved to the side again, further down this time. His hands began to knead her ass cheeks. He was skilled. Spreading and squeezing, he worked his hands over her fleshy globes.
She could feel her body responding again. Her juices began to trickle, wetting her sex. She worried that she would repeat what had happened in the shower. She didn’t want to make a mess for Sven to worry about. Still, it felt so good. All the guilt that she felt after her orgasm just minutes ago was melting away. She heard herself moan when his fingertips slipped deftly over her asshole.
Sven could sense her approval and repeated the motion. She moaned louder and squirmed under his touch, “Oh, yes. That’s good.”
He decided that he would spend some time there and began to swirl his thumb around in a tight circle, teasing her tight, pink anus. He heard her sharp breath and watched her clench her fists, purring like a kitten. A little more pressure brought her further and further. He watched her squirms and felt her pushing, opening her back door, inviting him in. Her invitation was accepted and he pushed his oil-soaked digit in.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, “Of my fucking gah.”
Several sharp breaths and her toes curled. This was a new experience. Her husband had never done this. Her body shuddered and she did her best to stifle a scream, “Yes,” she grunted, “That feels so good.”
Sven pushed his thumb as deep as he could, bringing her closer and closer to her second orgasm. In and out, slowly and deliberately, he fucked he’d tight asshole with his thumb.
“Oh, Sven,” she gasped, “Please don’t stop.”
Deb was amazed at what she felt. This big, muscular man had brought her so gently to the edge again and for the second time. She felt as though he had turned her clock back by twenty years. He made her feel sexy and desirable again.
Just a few more strokes of his thumb would be all she could take. Her body shook uncontrollably. She was amazed that he brought her to her second orgasm and still had yet to penetrate her pussy.
She wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his big cock stretching her pussy. She needed to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel him come in her. She knew this would be her only chance to feel what she was feeling and didn’t want to waste her opportunity.
Her orgasm was just as wet and strong as the first but Sven was ready. He pushed a soft towel between her legs, soaking the juices that spewed from her sex. He continued to stroke his thumb in and out, extending her pleasure as long as possible. Sven understood that this was something she needed and he knew how to milk an orgasm for all it was worth.
Having taken all she could, Deb pushed herself up on her elbows, “Fuck, Sven,” she gasped with a laugh, “I can’t take another second.”
With a laugh of his own, he pulled his thumb from her and helped her turn over. Deb propped up on her elbows, one knee bent, and let her head fall back, “You have magic hands,” she said, smiling from ear to ear.
“More champagne?” He asked.
Feeling a bit tipsy but not wanting inhibitions to rear its face, she accepted. Sipping now rather than gulping, she considered it a maintenance tool. Her eyes glancing from Sven’s perpetual erection to his knowing smile, she let her body recover from her most recent climax. She had made up her mind. She wanted him in her.
Never mind guilt or conscience. She had no desire to leave or divorce her husband. She had done everything she could for him over the years. He was a great husband and she loved him. This would just be a selfish thing she could have for the memories. No one would be hurt. No one would ever know.
Finishing her last sip, she asked, “You’re going to do my front now?” Cutting her eyes suggestively at his rigid cock.
“I am at your command, Madame.”
Cocking her head with a confident smile, she stood up and patted the table, “Up here then.”
Without question, he did as she asked. This was for her. She directed him to lie back and relax. He would let her have her fun. Deb warmed her palms with the oil and grasped his cock. So long and thick, both hands couldn’t hide the length of his shaft. Twisting and sliding, she stroked him, feeling the bump of every vein and the pulse of every heartbeat.
“Does it feel good?” She asked without looking up from her work.
“Perfect,” Sven answered.
“Am I a masseuse then?”
“You are a great masseuse,” he answered, “Magic in your hands.”
Her attention fixed on the broad head of his cock she continued to stroke him, easing forward to take him into her mouth. He was already slick with oils and his pre cum flowed from the tip. He tasted wonderful. Her hands worked his shaft as she licked and sucked his massive head, kissing him passionately. She was working herself into a sexual frenzy.
Sven watched his charge, knowing that she was enjoying her day with him. His job, and what he was doing with her, gave him opportunities like this daily. This was something he had done hundreds of times with hundreds of women. This was something that she would only do once. He could always tell. This was special for her. He would let her take her time and enjoy it.
Deb savored the moment, tasting the clear fluid that ran from his cock like a tiny river. She could feel her own juices flowing, coating the insides of her thighs. Never had she seen, much less had a cock this large at her whim. Touching and tasting were good but she wanted him inside. She wanted to be filled.
Not wanting to wait another second, Deb kissed the tip of the cock she lovingly held in both hands then climbed onto the table, straddling her new lover. His hands gently slid up and down the smooth skin of her thighs. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing his chest, and kissed him again.
Their tongues danced a lover’s dance as his hands grasped her ass cheeks, squeezing them and spreading them. Deb could feel the head of his cock pressing the hollow of her thigh just next to her pussy. She reached between her legs and guided him to her entrance.
She didn’t feel like she was cheating. It just felt good. Breaking their kiss, she pushed herself up, letting him sink deep into her sex. He filled her so well. Her body yielded to his girth and accepted his length. She was no virgin. Her eyes closed and her head slowly turning from side to side, she lavished in the throbbing of him, deep inside her. She didn’t move, she only moaned a soft approval.
Sven saw the rapture on her face. He felt the trembling of her body. He soothed her by stroking her thighs, “Yes,” he whispered, reassuring her, “It feels so good doesn’t it?”
“Oh, Sven,” she breathed, “It does.”
She began to rock her hips, slowly grinding her sex on his, his balls under her sex, pressing against her ass. His cock filled her completely, stretching her as she had never been. Euphoria consumed her when her lover began to squeeze her breasts. There was no more guilt not worry. Her husband did not enter her mind.
Her movements began slowly but as her passion built, so did her desire. A little more jerky now, she rocked her hips on his. She needed more. Her head turned slowly side to side and she moaned louder, “Fuck, it’s so good.”
Sven felt her wetness increasing and understood that he needed to take control. He slid one hand down her torso, pushing his thumb between her legs, circling her clitoris. His other hand continued to play with her breast, pinching and twisting her nipples. Her face showed the erotic torture that he knew would take her again over the brink.
“Uh, hh,” she breathed, “Mnph, yes.”
She continued to grind on his cock, buried so deep. It was so much better than she had hoped for. So much better than what she was used to. She wanted this to last forever. She felt so filled. Her breaths came deep and slow until a gasp when Sven suddenly pushed his hips upward. She opened her eyes with a smile, her hair hanging over her eyes.
Sven gave her a smile of his own, naughty and daring. He dropped his hips suddenly and thrust upward again.
“Oh,” she giggled, feeling his thrust even in her womb, “Are you going to fuck me now?”
Sven sat up and with one swift, practiced movement, turned her onto her back. Her hair now a tangled mess, fell across her pretty face. With one finger, he pushed her tousled locks from her eyes and to the side, “Yes,” he growled, his accent thick and teasing, “I am going to fuck you.”
Her fingertips traced the creases of his muscled arms and shoulders, “Fuck me like it’s your last time,” she laughed.
He needed no instruction or encouragement. His eyes looking straight into hers, he pulled his cock out and thrust it back in, his hips slapping hers. Her eyes grew as wide as her smile, daring him to do it again. Not backing down, he repeated his assault, again and again, splashing her wetness with every thrust. Their eyes never broke contact.
“Fuck me you big strong man,” she panted.
Sven did as she asked, pounding his cock into her over and again. Their damp bodies slapped the sounds of sex. Moans and groans mixed with the dirty words hissed and grunted. He fucked her like she wanted and needed. This day would live with her as long as she lived. She would smile over a glass of wine as she sat with her husband at dinner or in bed while they watched television. She would not be able to regret one second of it.
There was a rekindled fire in her soul. He could see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice as she cried, “Fuck me, Sven. Fuck me harder.”
He pounded her with his huge, swollen cock until she cried out in orgasm. Not once nor twice but three times was she taken in orgasm. She came hard each time, soaking her lover with her lady-cum. Her body was on the brink of exhaustion when he finally filled her pussy with his Nordic cum. Powerful jets of hot, white, sticky cum flew deep into her body, filling her love canal to the point of squeezing past his thick shaft and down the crack of her wet ass.
“How was your day, Deb?” Her husband asked, tossing his golf cap and gloves onto the bed, “Did you enjoy the spa treatment?”
Deb looked up from the futon, “It was amazing. Way more than I ever expected.”
