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This story is work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or actual events is purely coincidental and unintended. All characters are mature and over 50.

First, a cautionary word: this story further explores the characters' fetishes (pee play), so those squeamish about that sort of thing, be forewarned!

Tags for this segment: nudity, golden showers, pee play, piss drinking, strap-on, sexy spit play, ass licking, prostate massage, cum eating

Approx. 5400 words, with apologies for any typos.

~ . ~

We ambled up the gentle incline to Ingrid's casita, where she promptly sat upright in her bath tub. I knew exactly what she wanted, and stood alongside the edge, holding out my half-hard penis for her.

"Will you indulge me once again, love? My craving for the taste of you seems quite insatiable of late."

She licked the sticky pre-cum that had leaked out and partially dried on the end of my meatus, then sat back and waited for me to start the main event. It took a minute to get it going, but once I did, she again demonstrated her love for this peculiar fetish, swallowing a couple of gulps, but allowing most to just overflow and wash over her face and head.

"That's right, you naughty bitch. Drink me down and drench yourself in my nectar. You love it as much as I do, don't you."

"You taste divine, my love, wash away my sins and feed it to me please, I just can't get enough," she confessed, then allowed her mouth to fill again.

My stream had slowed, not because I was nearing empty, but because I was getting harder; in a fit of passion I grabbed her by her piss-soaked hair and pulled her toward me, the end of my cock meeting her lips.

"Take it. Suck it right out of me!" I commanded her.

She looked up at me and opened her mouth wider, as if to psychically communicate to me that it was OK. I plunged my cock right into that filthy mouth of hers, displacing all liquid therein contained, and watched as she sealed her lips around me and drank me down, swallow after swallow.

After about ten seconds, she began to sputter, her mouth all but overflowing; I pulled out, and emptied the rest of my bladder over her face and mouth as she gargled and grovelled in it. She wiped her eyes, opened them, and smiled; her unconditional love for me written all over her obscenely dripping face.

I knelt down beside her, and we kissed passionately. The smell and taste in her mouth and on her face were in no way objectionable to me. In fact, they only fuelled my hunger and whetted my appetite for more of the same.

There was no denying it: I, too, was turning into a piss-pig. And there was no turning back.

Ingrid and I were made for each other, pure and simple.

She laid back in a relaxed posture in the tub, and made it obvious that she was preparing to release her fluid. I moved down to just above her torso, and waited. Her stream started slow, just leaking down between her legs at first, but suddenly a spurt flew straight up about three feet in the air, hitting me in the forehead and splashing every which way.

Based on that trajectory, I moved into a better position to take advantage and opened wide, just inches away, as she let go with the next one.

It was a bullseye.

~ . ~

We drank and pissed away the rest of the afternoon in similar fashion, and by the five o'clock hour, both of us were pretty lit up. I threw two of my home-made hamburgers on the grill while Ingrid made coleslaw, and we dined on my front porch, while recalling and relaying to each other some of the best dirty jokes we'd heard thus far in our lives.

Many of them were - how shall I say - rather off-colour and politically incorrect; but one must realize that it was a very different age than the one we live in now, where you're afraid to say practically anything that just might offend someone, somewhere on the planet.

Once we were finished, I escorted a pleasantly pickled Ingrid back to her casita, and bid her good night. We reluctantly admitted to each other that we were much too drunk to contemplate any further shenanigans; but of course, tomorrow was another day.

~ . ~

We settled into a pretty consistent routine, Ingrid and I, spending the mornings having coffee and of course a playful romp - in her bed or mine - then having brunch at the restaurant; and while in town, we shopped for any needed supplies.

We walked a great deal more too - and I swam - both of us afraid of getting fat and lazy and gaining weight that, at our age, is so difficult to get back off again.

Afternoons were spent on the beach and in the water, with cocktails at 3 and dinner by 6. We took turns cooking, or collaborated together, sharing our family recipes with each other. If we were just too damn lazy, we just headed for the restaurant at the dinner hour, especially on Friday when their chicken enchilada special was offered.

On my first Friday there, we enjoyed a particularly decadent session of ass play.

After poker oyna our ritualistic morning coffee and showers, I returned to her place for our daily nookie session. I found her laying on her stomach on the bed, naked of course, and using a vibrator in her vagina. I immediately pounced on her, and as if reading her mind, began a rousing round of anilingus. I licked and sucked and prodded, while she held that slim dildo in place, and she came like crazy, hollering out so loud it actually scared me.

I slid up and started kissing her neck, running my rock-hard shaft over the crack of her very wet ass.

"I know how much you want to fuck my ass, Max. And I want you in there even more than you do."

She was so wet with my saliva, I'd actually worked the head in before she stopped me.

"Max .. can we wait just a little longer? I want to clean myself out completely before you go all the way. I promise, any day now."

"Of course, Ingrid, I'm in no rush," I responded, gradually pulling out of her with a 'plop'. I went back down on her there again, loving her gaping hole more than life itself in that moment.

"Let me do you. I've already cum. I want to do something special for you too. Roll over, and spread-em, baby-cakes."

I eagerly complied with her wishes, and laid myself out to receive the pleasures she so sweetly offered. She devoured me like a woman possessed, driving first her tongue, then her fingers inside me.

"Get up on your knees for me," she ordered.

"My pleasure!"

She then proceeded to give me the most intense prostate massage, driving I don't know how many fingers inside me. I could feel myself dripping on her bed, and self-consciously looked down to see how much of a mess I was making. For several minutes, I moaned and writhed in ecstasy, totally absorbed in her ministrations.

After bringing me to the brink several times, she then barked at me, "Turn over."

I once again eagerly did as instructed.

I watched with wonder her fingers plunge into my depths, while she firmly grasped my ball sac with her other hand, and engulfed my now copiously dripping cock with her loving mouth.

I was amazed at her hand/mouth coordination, performing essentially three different functions at once, and in complete harmony. I didn't even get at chance to warn her, and within seconds started shooting into her mouth - volley after volley - I counted seven times before my spasms subsided.

I caught my breath, and apologized for not letting her know I was going to blow my nuts, but she just smiled.

"I knew exactly when you were starting - I could feel your contractions with my fingers, and swallowed in perfect time with your cum shots. You really came a lot that time too! But I got it all."

She licked her lips and smiled up at me; then crept up and shared what little residue of my seed remained.

~ . ~

Two more couples showed up together on Saturday - both apparently a good ten years younger than we and well acquainted with one another - and while they were quite friendly and we chatted amicably when our paths crossed, they sort of had their own thing going and for the most part kept to themselves.

Sunday arrived - the 'big day' - and right about 3:30, just as we were pouring our first beers, so did Ingrid's friends.

"There they are now Max. Come on, I'll introduce you!" Ingrid implored, watching them back their car up to their casita through the screen of my front porch.

She was so excited I thought I could see her whole body vibrating. These must be very special friends, I thought to myself.

They saw us approaching and were all smiles and waving. And they were still fully clothed, of course, while we remained as we always were here - stark naked. The girls hugged and babbled while Ruben and I got acquainted.

He was tall and had a nicely trimmed beard and an unforced smile, and I guessed he was right around the same age as me. We hit it off right away - he was just that sort of guy.

When the girls parted I turned to greet Ruth, and she was in my arms just like that. Her whole face seemed to explode with an energetic joyfulness, and she looked right at me and told me, "I am so happy for you and Ingrid - and I've never seen her this happy before in her whole life. You must truly be someone very special."

"Well, I've never seen me this happy either, so something really must be working here," I answered, putting my arm around Ingrid.

"Let me help you unload?" I asked Ruben, reaching for one of their suitcases.

"Sure!" He replied, then turning to his wife, suggested, "Why don't you get naked and go frolic in the water with Ingrid? I'll join you shortly."

"Don't have to ask me twice!" Ruth agreed, and we all went to their casita, gear in hand.

I dropped my load, and headed back to their car with Ruben for more stuff. We grabbed another suitcase and a few bags, and by the time we approached the stairs, the two girls burst out the front door naked as jay-birds canlı poker oyna and literally ran hand-in-hand for the water's edge. We stopped and watched them, their pretty asses bobbing back and forth, making for an attractive scene.

"Where's a camera when you need one," Ruben commented. "Ruth's been just itching to get here. I had a bunch of stuff to take care of and couldn't get away until yesterday. But now I've got two weeks to totally let go and relax, and Lord knows, we both could really use it."

I finished helping empty their car, then left Ruben to do some cursory unpacking and organizing.

"I'll grab you a couple of those comfortable beach chairs and a cocktail table, and put them alongside ours. Can I grab you a beer?"

"Got some on the way here, and they're nicely chilled, but thanks just the same."

"See you on the beach then!"

Just as I turned to leave, he handed me a sealed box. "This is for Ingrid - can you take it to her place for me?"

"Of course," I said, taking it from him. It was fairly large, but not all that heavy - I guessed that maybe she had sent for some clothes, but then I could feel things rattling around inside as I walked the 200 feet over to Ingrid's. Not giving it any further thought, I just dropped it on her porch, threw a few more cold ones in my mini-cooler, and headed down to join the girls.

They were just coming out of the water and gathered at the little parcel of sand we'd commandeered earlier. I brought over two more of the newer Adirondack chairs - there were plenty to chose from - and dragged them over beside ours as the girls stood and dried off.

Ruth was equally stunning as Ingrid, though a study in contrast. A bit younger, perhaps by 3 or 4 years, she was a few inches shorter than my tall, blonde Scandinavian goddess, and had dark hair that just came down to the top of her shoulders. Her shape was classic hourglass, and she was endowed with more compact yet firm and perky breasts with rich brown areoles that would not have looked at all out of place on someone 30 years her junior. She sported a dark, full bush, and showed no telltale signs of bearing children - her skin and complexion almost perfect, with no blemishes I could see. Her self-confidence shone through; she was clearly a woman who was comfortable in her own skin, her face a picture of beauty that complemented her disposition of contentment.

Now I had not one, but two beach beauties to ogle - and for a whole week!

~ . ~

Ruben returned with two glasses of beer, a Corona with lime for her and a dark stout with a creamy head for himself. I noticed that Ingrid's eyes widened as she openly stared - I stole a glance too, and even to me, he was not hard to look at and quite endowed to boot. Unlike me, he was not circumcised. I fought to ignore the images forming in my head of Ruth wresting with that thing, trying to get it all down her throat.

In a valiant attempt to deflect attention from my own suppressed arousal, I raised my glass and offered a cheers, "To new friendships and good times ahead!"

That seemed to settle things down a bit - for the time being anyway.

Being a fellow connoisseur of beer, I asked if it was Guinness he was drinking.

"You guessed it. I sampled it at their brewery in Ireland a few years back, and it remains a staple in my diet to this day. Not nearly as good in the cans they sell over here as it is on draught at the brewery, but I just never found anything else I could really get into."

"Well, if you ever get to St. John's, Newfoundland up on the east coast, there's a brewery there I know of that makes a great stout.."

"The Yellowbelly!" Ruben exclaimed. "Been there! And you're right, that one's a keeper!"

"And it's only half as far away as Dublin," I quipped.

"I like the light beers - I don't know how you can choke that heavy black stuff down," Ruth piped up, taking a good swallow from hers.

"I'm not fussy," Ingrid said, adding to the conversation; "I'll take anything liquid a handsome sailor offers."

The irony of her statement was not lost on me.

"Well, obviously we don't need any 'panty remover'," I said, prompting a good-natured laugh from us all.

Ruben and I talked beer while the girls gabbed about - well, you know, girl stuff - as we enjoyed the ambience of our incredible surroundings. We all went for a skinny dip after we finished the first round, then Ruben and I dashed back to our respective home bases for more refreshments all around.

"I've got a plump and juicy chicken to cook tonight for supper; we were hoping you would join us," I told the new guests when we got back to join our mates on the beach.

"On the condition that we can return the favour and take you out for dinner tomorrow, we graciously accept your offer," Ruben countered.

"Ingrid tells me," Ruth interjected, "that you are retired. Pardon me for saying so, but you look awfully young to be 'living the dream'. How long have you been a free man?"

I internet casino felt as though I was being scrutinized, but this did not bother me in the least. In fact, knowing that Ingrid had such good friends who cared that much about her, in the absence of her now departed significant other, gave me a comforting feeling. These people really cared about her.

I laughed out loud. "About two years now. I was very fortunate to have put 30 years in at really good company in the Alberta oil patch, starting right out of university and working my way up the ladder. I still consult occasionally, but other than that, I am, as you say, a 'free man'."

"Nice.." commented Ruben enviously. "I've probably got five more years to put in, at least. I'll be 60 by then, but I still do enjoy what I do and the perks that come along with it. I just don't know what I'd do with myself if I did pull the plug."

"Oh, believe me, you'll wonder how you ever had time to work," I spoke from experience.

"I've got 1 year to go, and I'm done," Ruth piped up. "I can't wait!"

As we talked, I found out that she was also a nurse, and only two years younger than Ingrid. I would have placed her at 50, tops, if I'd ventured a guess, but here she was almost 60.

Ruben and I apparently had at least one thing in common - we both had a thing for older women. I would come to learn later that we had much more in common than that.

The girls told me how they'd known each other for almost their entire lives, growing up together in rural Eastern Ontario. Ingrid had skipped 4th grade, and the two began hanging out together in high school. It was because of Ruth that Ingrid followed her footsteps into university and ultimately into a successful nursing career.

"So where are you folks headed in Cancun?" I asked.

"Desire," Ruben replied with a smile.

"You guys'll love it," I remarked with a wink, remembering just two years prior when Laura and I went.

"You've been there, then?" Ingrid asked, acting somewhat surprised.

"Just once, but I'd go back in a heartbeat! Me and my ex loved it there."

"It's our third time going back," Ruben sheepishly admitted.

For those that do not know, Desire was also a very popular destination for swingers.

"How on earth did you talk Laura into going there?" A somewhat flabbergasted Ingrid asked. "She seemed rather conservative to me, but of course we were only together for a few days on that cruise ship.."

I laughed . . "We wanted to go somewhere romantic AND clothing optional, and at the time, I just told her, if we don't do it now, we never will. She was deathly afraid of bumping into anyone who knew us - and rightly so at a place like that - especially with her position at the bank. So we just kept a low profile and had some fun by ourselves on the beach beds. I generously tipped the dude who worked down there, and he always got us one of the best ones fronting on the beach. It was the most erotic experience that we'd ever had.

"We did go into that orgy room once for all of ten minutes just to say we'd seen it; it was a costume dress-up night and Laura wore a mask to hide her identity. Sure looked like some of those folks in there were having fun!"

"It's kind of like a Hedo, but not as loud, and more laid back," Ruben explained to Ingrid. "Nobody forces you into participating in anything, but it's all there, if you want it."

"Well," Ingrid said, "I'd love to see it some day, but I guess it's probably too late in the day for me now."

"Nonsense!" I said. "I'll take you there in a New York minute, if that is something you would like to experience. We gotta do it once, you and I."

"Why don't you come with us?" Ruben asked, before his wife reminded him their backseat was already full of luggage.

"There's a rental car agency not far from here, if you're really serious about going. I can drop you there whenever. But best check to see if there are any openings. We booked our room last summer, and they were almost full then."

"I'll definitely look into it tomorrow," I said, looking at Ingrid. "We don't have a very busy calendar for the next few weeks anyway. But you're probably right - unless someone cancels at the last minute, we're probably shit-out-of-luck."

Ruth changed the subject, I'm presuming because she really didn't want to go any further on that topic and elaborate all that they had experienced there - at least in front of us men. And I dare say, having friends go with you to a place like that might cramp your style, depending how far out you venture on the wild side.

The saying 'what happens at Desire, STAYS at Desire' came to mind, and neither of us pried further.

But secretly, I wondered just how far our companions had gone in that sexually hedonistic environment. And I also wondered how far my sweet Ingrid might let her hair down in a place like that too.

~ . ~

I excused myself and headed back to my kitchen to prepare the barbecued chicken and roasted vegetables I'd planned for the four of us. By the time I was finished and had everything on the grill and cooking nicely, Ruth and Ruben retreated to their casita to freshen up, and Ingrid stopped by to check in on me.