To the literary purists – As with all my stories, I act in the role of narrator. This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. If another contributor would like to add names and dialogue and use this as an outline, go ahead. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy.
I don’t quite understand my wife’s refusal to accept her sexuality. Maybe it was Catholic school. Maybe it was some sort of morality. Could have been that she took to heart the “forsaking all others” vow. Before we married, over 25 years ago, her mantra always used to be “life’s too short”. Part of my attraction to her was the variety she brought to our lovemaking. That was all a distant memory.
We were late twenties when we met, now we were mid 50’s. I had been married and divorced; she had been in a long term relationship that had resulted in a pregnancy and an abortion. We had both had a number of partners before we became a couple. It’s not like we hadn’t had sex with other people.
I had asked her several times over the course of our marriage to consider swapping. I was always met with an icy “Never”. She seemed to assume all I was after was some strange pussy. While that was true, I also was trying to rev up her sex drive a couple notches for when we were alone. I offered to add another man to our bedroom and was told it was never going to happen and she didn’t want to talk about it. Everywhere I turned was a dead end. I resolved to quit asking for any sort of extra marital encounter.
While in the midst of sex, she occasionally would tell me a story to heighten the act. One time her tale was about us being invited to an orgy. In her version, before we arrived, we exposed her pussy to our limo driver, then she rode me reverse cowgirl until I came. He watched in his mirror before she asked him to pull off the road and he fucked her with his thick, uncut cock. Her renditions never were more than a quick scene in her mind until we both ultimately lay exhausted. This had always left me with the impression she had at least considered allowing another man to fuck her, but she denied ever having any desire to screw another man. Her stories always left me wondering if there was a chance for some type of encounter.
Our sex life became limited to either missionary position or her favorite, a tit fuck, usually initiated by her the day after I complained about our lack of intimacy. She claimed she still enjoyed sex, although having gone through menopause, she winced every time I attempted to enter her vagina. I’d like to tell you it’s partially because I am exceptionally well endowed, but I am barely average in that department. She became a pillow princess and was always ready to allow me to massage her back or legs, but rarely reciprocated in any way.
One day changed the course of how she began to be able to be open up about sex. We were at a happy hour on a restaurant patio with a lake view and our young male waiter touched me every time he was at our table. I commented to my wife every time, as he hadn’t touched her at all. He eventually got to a point that he actually stroked my back between my shoulder blades. After he left with our order, I teasingly asked if we should bring him home, expecting the stock response of never. Instead, she surprised me by asking if I would ever have sex with another man. I shocked her by carefully responding that I would under the right circumstances. Her mouth dropped open, as I have always professed to be homophobic.
Of course a conversation like this doesn’t end there, and it continued on the short drive home. I patiently explained I had no desire to be one on one with another man, but in a certain situation, I could tolerate some male contact. Another stunned expression from my wife. I realized that having a conversation like this with a slightly drunk woman after happy hour was a really, really bad idea. I attempted to bring her around to the concept that if we, or at least I, were in a group situation, it really wouldn’t matter who was sucking my cock. It fell on deaf ears as she totally rejected anything but sex inside our marriage. Fortunately, we arrived home and I had the opportunity to escape the captive environment the car created.
Much like our sex life, she came around the next day and wanted to finish our previous discussion. I felt a trap coming and wanted to plead the 5th, but realized by opening up the other day, I had waived that right. I explained again that it wouldn’t matter to me who was sucking my dick. I went farther and reminded her I had ass fucked several of my former female companions and that maybe could be on the table. I left the jury out on taking another dick in my mouth or up my ass, but reminded her I would never ask her to do something I wouldn’t do. Ankara escort The gravity of that particular statement hit her as I reminded her I had often asked for her ass, sucked her nipples, fingered her and licked her cunt and I wasn’t the only one that had. All of a sudden, she didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
Another week passed as she stewed over my revelations and mulled the message I was trying to get across to her. We finally reached Friday and our usual happy hour location discussion. We had a tendency to rotate through a number of locations, as we were situated near an area of good restaurants. To my surprise, she wanted to return to the previous week’s spot on the patio by the lake, because in her words “They serve the best pizza.” The alarms went off in my head, since as much as we like any one particular place, we NEVER double up on back to back weeks. She had apparently processed our conversations and either was “calling my bluff” or had recognized how logical my comments had been.
Since I work from home and it is on the way to the restaurant, she wanted to stop home to change into more casual clothes. A short while later, I heard the garage door and left my office to welcome her. She attacked me with kisses and groped my crotch. I started to think I was going to like this change of clothes as I raised her top over her head and off, exposing her generous breasts in a lacy black bra. She dropped to her knees, fished my cock out of my shorts and stroked and sucked as she gazed into my eyes. When she had me as hard as a rock, she tucked me back away with a pat, rose, saying “We don’t have time for that now, we’ll finish later”, walked around the counter, proceeded to make herself a drink and retreated to our bedroom to change.
I was as stunned as a deer in the headlights. I could feel my cock pulsing in my shorts. Logic kicked in and told me that what just occurred was not the worst thing that could happen to me. The rest of me wanted to toss her on the bed and finish what she started. Logic crept back in and reminded me of her “life’s too short” and to see what she had planned. I remained in our kitchen disoriented until she reappears in a low cut top, tight short skirt and sandals, ready to go.
I back the car out of the garage and make the brief drive to the restaurant. She continues to stroke me through my shorts on the trip, continuing her edging of me. I pull into a parking spot and as I turn the car off, she suddenly again attacks me with kisses while stroking my cock. Just as abruptly, she is up and out the door of the car as I ache for release. My wife waits impatiently outside as I assess the state I am in with a steel hard dick and wet spots seeping through my underwear and shorts. She casually strolls around to open my door and help me out. I begin an embarrassed walk towards the patio.
Usually she asks where I would like to sit. Not tonight. She makes a beeline to the table from last week, pulling me along. My wife is apparently hoping for the same young male waiter. I try to process whether she is attempting to get him to touch her, dressed as she is, or has an ulterior motive in mind. Whatever her imagination has cooked up does not appear to come to fruition, as a young lady approaches and asks if we would like a drink. My wife orders a cocktail and I opt for a beer. Just before she turns to place our order, she lets us know that Derek will be our server. She has been rewarded by her choice of tables.
Our waiter approaches, hands us menus, goes over the specials and lays his hand on my shoulder before he leaves. He returns with our drinks and asks if we are ready to order. My wife quickly responds that we need a couple minutes to relax first and takes a long sip of her drink. I roll my eyes at her as Derek again leans his hand on my shoulder and I notice him lingering as my wife bends forward to pretend to review the menu, exposing her cleavage while tilting her head to look up at us both. I feel a slight squeeze before he says he will give us a minute and tells us to let him know if we need anything else.
At this point, she sucks the last liquid out of her glass and excuses herself to the ladies room, requesting that I order her another drink. Two is about her limit, she can hold more, but gets aggressive sexually and is a fairly mean drunk after that. The one at home will make this her third and without having ordered food yet, this could get ugly in a hurry. Derek is busy with other tables and she is on her way back to the table before he returns. I order another round as he taps my arm before he walks away. Shortly after she is seated, he is back, resupplying us with more liquid courage. She makes a half turn and leans back as he delivers her drink and she gives him a magnificent view down her top.
I realize that at this point of our evening out it is time to consume some Ankara escort bayan food, but our server has scurried off to another table. We decide to order her self-proclaimed “best pizza” and another of the specials, touted as a gigantic meatball with marinara sauce. She slips a sandal off and uses her foot to massage my crotch with a devious grin. I’m hard in an instant from all the attention, continuing to leak through my shorts. We continue to consume our beverages, so by the time he has returned to us, we are ready for another refill. He arrives to take our food order; my wife catches his gaze and directs it to my crotch through the clear table top. He is back shortly with our drinks, looks down my wife’s top, places both hands on my shoulders and advises us his shift will be ending shortly in case we want anything else.
My wife continues her manipulations with her foot and asks me if we need him for anything else. I am so horny that if she asked me to jump in the nearby lake naked to get sex, it would have only taken me about 5 seconds. She angles her free leg out and I see her pussy starting to bloom and glisten. I manage to croak out “What is your pleasure?” She leans towards me, increases the pressure on my crotch and tells me she is going to invite him to our house.
OK, I know I have asked, no begged her for this, but the reality is so much more than the fantasy. My wife drops her other sandal, bends and spreads her knees to bring her other foot to capture my cock. Derek arrives to deliver our food and we are through our fourth drink. My wife’s short shirt has ridden up and her shiny cunt is on full display through the table top. She coyly asks if he could do something else for us. She asks if it would be possible for him to follow us to our house. He massages my shoulders, suggests we eat our food before it gets cold and he will bring us another drink as he clocks out. This was going to happen and I am starting to realize I do not have any control of the situation.
We scarf down the food and guzzle the drinks as our young stud nurses an after work drink at the bar. We request our bill and the cute young girl from earlier sways off to bring it to us. When she returns, I hand her a card with a trembling hand. She returns with the credit card receipt and I retrieve my card, sign the slip and over tip. Our young new friend finishes his drink and heads to the parking lot.
We head for our car and as we pass through a hedge we are met by Derek. He asks if anyone needs a ride home. My wife is only too happy to accept his offer and gives him a sloppy kiss, offering to navigate. He steps up to me and with a huge hug whispers that he will lead the way and I should stay right behind him. I catch the innuendo. I spend a minute in the car watching my wife attack him before they start the car and I follow them home to a more comfortable setting.
This is not a shy, inexperienced young man. They got home first, but as soon as I entered the house, the two of them approached me and groped my crotch and nipples. My shirt was being unbuttoned and my belt and zipper were opened. Derek was on me like bees to honey. My head spins as I feel his hand on my cock since a very beautiful, horny and desirable woman is mere steps away. My gaze goes to her as she works his pants off and strokes and licks his dick. She rips open a condom (where did that come from?) and unrolls it on his throbbing cock.
My wife unzips her skirt and it falls to the floor. She hops up on the edge of the counter, dragging our boy toy over with her. He’s the right height and enters her easily. At her age, she is usually dry as the desert, so this must have always been part of her plan and she obviously lubricated herself liberally before we went out. She lays herself back, removing her top in the process, leaving her in only a very sexy black bra. It’s important to know that her nipples are extremely sensitive and she does not enjoy having them played with. The bra also contains her mature full breasts, giving them shape and support.
My wife’s head rocks back and forth, reminding me of the way we used to fuck when we were first a couple. Our young friend turns his head to me, reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks and says one word, “lube?” My mind races until I realize my wife most likely has both lube and condoms in her little purse. I take the two steps to the chair she tossed her purse on, pop it open and find her license, a $20 bill, condoms and lube. Before I can take the steps back, she is thrashing through an orgasm.
This is bad, very bad. She is a one and done girl, claiming to be too sensitive after an orgasm. But she’s always concerned that her partner get pleasured and I am pretty sure after a brief rest to allow the sensitivity to decline, she will encourage him to continue to completion. I pop the top on the lube, place it in the Escort Ankara microwave to warm it and trickle it down Derek’s ass crack. I lube a finger and after applying more lube to his anus, I insert it carefully to my first knuckle. He pulls slightly away from the contact, driving him forward into my wife who pushes him back away and my finger plunges deeper. My wife sighs, signaling she is ready to allow him to continue, as I insert a second lubed finger to stretch him. Again he lurches, but this time she accepts his stroke. Things are not so bad, we are going to continue.
I slide my greasy fingers out of him as he pounds into her gaping cunt, rip open a condom and roll it onto my erection. I lube the condom; step up behind him, placing the head of my prick against his backdoor, easing in a little each time he withdraws from my wife. He is fucking us both, her as he thrusts forward and me with his back stroke. I realize he has begun to shift his hips as part of his routine. It is working wonders for me and I can tell he is getting close to cumming also. I grab his shoulders and drive into his young ass. This serves to increase his attacks on my wife’s slippery cunt. He begins to squeeze his ass cheeks and before he can explode, I reach around and twist his nipples. He screams out his orgasm as I unload in his ass.
The counter is clearly uncomfortable for a woman in her mid 50’s, so she reaches out her hand for assistance to get up and off. Our boy toy helps her to a seated position, then still impaled, wraps his arms around her and lifts her down, his softening cock slipping from her raw pussy. She kisses him fully on the mouth, gives me an equally wet kiss and excuses herself to use the bathroom. She walks gingerly towards our master bedroom, stops at the door and with a wink invites us over using her finger in the “come here ” gesture before disappearing towards our master bath. The counter may have not suited her, but apparently it hadn’t ended our evening.
Two guys standing in the kitchen, drooping cocks, full condoms, one old enough to be the others father. Logically, I open the cabinet and pour us each a shot of tequila. We toss the shots back, roll off the condoms, toss them in the trash and use the sink to rinse off. I pop the lube back in the microwave, we may need it again. Ten seconds later the lube is warm, I grab it and the condoms and lead the way to our king size bed.
Splayed on the bed in the dim glow of a night light is my wife of 25 years. No bra, tits dangling to the side as she tries to prop them up with her arms. One of us is revived by the sight and it isn’t me. She tells Derek she is too sore for any more vagina contact, but suggests a trip through the “Valley of the Dolls”, our pet name for a tit fuck. Suffice it to say he hardens and grows a little bit. Since I have the lube, I pour some into my hand, rubbing in between her mounds and “accidentally” brushing her hard, puckered nipples.
I turn to our young stud and remembering he had groped me earlier, I added more lube and worked my hand up and down his rod. I felt him swell some and didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I got out of their way. The whole scene had stimulated me back to half-mast and I used my oily hand to slowly stroke my way back to a full erection.
It was clear this young man knew what to do, straddling her torso to slide between her tits as she used her hands to squeeze them together and create the valley. I tried to match his rhythm as I stroked myself, finding it difficult to match his young vigor. He changed angles a couple times to get the stimulation he wanted, she used her fingernails to scratch the crown of his cock and tickle his balls and before long he deposited his substantial load on her neck. He rolled off onto his back, I stepped up and a half dozen strokes later I was painting her tits with several strings of my cum.
I stepped into the master bath, cleaning myself up. I returned with a warm, wet washcloth, cleaning my wife’s neck and tits before cleaning off the reclining young man. He began to stir and just as I finished he slowly crawled out of bed, heading for his clothes in the kitchen. I followed naked behind him to lock up, stopping to pour two more shots that we consumed while he dressed. He thanked us for the invite, conveyed that he enjoyed it all and hoped we could explore more things another time. Before he left he reached to the tip of my cock, retrieved a drop that had oozed out and licked it off his finger.
After he left I returned to the bedroom, gazing at the satisfied woman softly snoring in our bed. I pulled the covers over us as I spooned in behind her. Before I could sleep I pondered the results of the day. I had been sucked, stroked with both hands and feet, fucked an ass and dropped a second load in one day, hell one hour, on her tits. She had sucked a cock, had her pussy pounded to orgasm and had two men tribute her tits with their cum. I held out hope that this encounter would lead to a little variety and revive our sex drives. Whatever the future holds for us, this old couple will sleep soundly tonight.