Costco Experience

As I sat waiting for my wife's return, I began to wonder about her affair with her trainer. Why wasn't my making love to her enough? Why did she need to fuck him? I had so many questions. It had been so many years ago and it really hadn't seemed to affect our marriage. How come it was bothering me so much? I had so many things I wanted to ask her. Joe's barking let me know she was home.

Vickie walked into the house from the garage and had a silly grin. I knew she and Rebecca had enjoyed a bottle or two of wine. She gave me a nice kiss on the lips and asked, "What did you think of Jackie? Do you think you learned anything? Did you have fun? What did you do with her?"

I held my wife by the shoulders and said, "Honey, it seems we both have a lot of questions. I think we should talk."

"I think I need a glass of wine," my wife said and I shook my head no.

I said, "Don't you think you had enough at Rebecca's?"

She pulled away from me and rather curtly said, "I'm not drunk. I need something to soothe my throat if we're going to talk. Get me a Sangria!" No please or anything.

I poured her a glass of wine and got myself a glass of Sprite. She was in her recliner and I sat on the couch after handing her the glass of wine. Vickie looked at me and asked, "Well, are you going to answer me?"

I said, "Yes, my love. As long as you will answer mine when I'm done answering yours." I wasn't getting a warm and fuzzy feeling about what was coming. "Ok dear, let's take your questions one at a time." I said. "What did I think of her? Jackie is a very beautiful young woman; you obviously picked the right one to tutor me. On question number two, yes, I think I learned a few things. In fucking, it's not about pleasing your partner, it's supposed to be mainly about yourself. I still find that hard to do. Third, we started off with a massage, It was lovely, then she did something unexpected, she massaged my prostate. She had me almost to the point of cumming but she demanded that I not cum until she allowed me to. I got off the table and pushed her onto the bed where I fucked her hard, then split her wishbone style, you know the way you used to like when you were drunk."

"Come to think of it, you're the one that introduced me to that position. It must have been something you and Tom had done." My wife's eyes went to the carpet and she didn't look up for a bit. "While I had her in that position, I began to suck on her toes, I remember you asking for that. Her pussy began to tighten around my shaft and I knew an orgasm was imminent. I wanted something more and I pulled out of her and she moaned her dissatisfaction but I turned her and plowed my hard cock into her mouth and down her throat. She sucked so hard I was getting so fucking close when she stuck her finger back into my ass and stroked my prostate again, releasing a torrent of cum deep down her throat. I don't know how many blasts I got off but she never missed a bit of it."

"We were all sweaty and decided to take a shower. No, we didn't fuck in the shower, I'm too old for those kind of gymnastics. We did crawl back into bed and I was caressing her body and she reprimanded me for falling back into a loving attitude. I guess she wasn't that mad because she straddled me and rode me to a second orgasm."

My wife gave me an astonished look and said, "She got you off twice?"

Nodding, I said, "Yes dear, but Jackie said I was going to need a lot more tutoring and asked me to come over on Tuesday morning by 8:00. I hope that's ok with you?"

She nodded then asked, "What are your questions, Michael?" as she took a big sip of her wine.

Trying to hold back the tears, I asked, "Can you tell me why I wasn't enough for you?"

Taking another sip of wine, she said, "It wasn't you Michael, it was me. There was just something inside of me that needed to be desired and fucked. I can't explain it. Please tell me you can get past it?"

"Ok," I answered, "next, how often did you give him head?"

She rolled her eyes then said, "Most of the time, why?"

I asked, "How come you never gave me head? I know I asked you but you always said you couldn't do it. What was so different with him than me?" This was tearing me apart, knowing that she was doing things for him that she wouldn't do with me.

I could see this was bothering her but I needed to know. She sat there, shaking her head then said, "He expected it and I wanted to. What can I say? It was just sex. With you, sex was so loving and tender, I didn't feel it was right to do something so base and carnal. Why do you have to bring it up now?"

I didn't raise my voice, I said, "Because I need to know, that's why. Now tell me, did you give up your ass to him?"

She gulped down the rest of her wine and asked, "May I have some more wine please dear?"

I stood and took her glass then said, "Answer the question first." She nodded and I walked into the kitchen and refilled her glass. Returning it to her, I sat back down across from her and stated, "And you never allowed me that pleasure?" Tears were coming down her cheeks. I swirled the wine in my glass then asked, "Was he your only lover?"

She placed her glass on the coffee table and broke into sobs. I sat my glass down next to hers and knelt at her feet and took her hands in mine, saying, "Would you please tell me about it?"

Her eyes went towards the ceiling then she muttered through the tears, "We were at his apartment one morning when his roommate and their friend walked in on us. Tom was pounding me on the couch and when they saw me, they both undressed. Oh fuck Michael, I don't know why but I let them use me. His roommate was almost as hung as Tom was and his friend, shit, he was even bigger. They had me doing things I never in my life thought I was capable of doing. I mean, I was riding Tom, his roommate was in my ass and I was sucking his friend. Then they'd switch positions. I think they each came three or four times in me that day. I know I was so sore I couldn't wipe my pussy or ass when I got home. To make matters worse, when we went to bed, you were horny and wanted to play. I was so ashamed of my actions with those young men that I couldn't do it. That was about a week before Cynthia caught us. You aren't going to divorce me, are you?"

I didn't know what to say. How could I divorce her when she was allowing me to play with CeCe and Jackie? I was hurt but I loved her so much that it wasn't funny. She leaned forward and kissed me, and asked, "Can you ever forgive me? I know Cynthia never has."

Thinking back, I remember our daughter and her mother had issues but thought it was due to the guy she was dating. Neither of us really like him. He knocked her up but she was able to finish her sophomore year in college. I paid for the wedding though it irked me that she had to have a big white wedding gown and my new granddaughter had a matching dress like my daughter's. I knew our daughter and her husband were going through a rough patch right now but didn't know the details. I stood and pulled my wife up to me and gave her a deep kiss and asked her to fix herself up and I'd take her to dinner. That seemed to cheer her up.

That night as my wife undressed getting ready for bed, I watched as she was completely naked and had bent over to pick up her clothing to put into the hamper. I quickly came up behind her and ran my fingers up to her rosebud and she jolted up, giving me a funny look. "WHAT?" she asked as I gave her a wicked smile. "Do you still want my ass after all these years?"

Giving her my best smile, I said, "You can't blame a guy for trying, can you?" Dammit, she put on her nightgown and a fresh pair of panties. I figured that idea wasn't going anywhere soon.

The next day, my wife was as skittish as a stray kitten. Of course I wasn't much better. I had so much trouble concentrating on what I was doing that I had put the mower back together only to realize I had left out the coil and had to tear the engine out of the mower again to put it back.

Frustrated, I washed up and went back into the house. I went to my computer and found that CeCe had sent me several new videos. Now these were great. CeCe had gone to Best Buy and purchased a bracket to hold her cell phone on the dashboard. It came with a big suction cup. CeCe had placed her phone in the bracket and connected the suction cup to a dinner plate she had written. She had then set the plate between her legs to find the proper angle to showcase her sweet pussy as she masturbated for me. I had a big wet spot on the front of my jeans and my breath was ragged as I watched closeups of CeCe's pussy as she orgasmed. She also sent me some that she had taken with the camera at the foot of the bed so it captured her whole body. I loved to watch her face as she orgasmed and listen to her moans and cries of pleasure.

I sat there watching and wondered what my wife would have looked like orgasming with Tom and his big cock, then about her with the three of them. I wondered if she had asked me to join them if I would have. Dammit that would have been so hot. Why hadn't she invited me to join them? Why was it turning me on to think of sharing her with another guy? I was pissed at her so I dug into the back of the drawer and pulled up Lissa's phone number. I don't know why? Tomorrow I had another tutoring from Jackie then I had a playdate with CeCe on Wednesday. If my wife wanted me to fuck, I was determined to do just that.

The sexy voice answered the phone, "Hello, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" it said. "I don't have you on my caller ID. Tell me why I shouldn't hang up now."

"Lissa, this is Michael from Costco," I said. "You gave me your phone number and asked me to call you. I know it's close to 4:00 but I just wanted you to know I was very interested in meeting with you.

"Hello Michael," she purred, "It's nice to put a name to the face that turned me on so much I had to go home and pleasure myself. What can I do for you?"

Feeling a little cocky, I said, "It's what I'd like to do TO you that I'm more interested in."

"Oh, you would, would you?" she chuckled. "Michael, you're a naughty boy, aren't you?"

"With a sexy vixen like you, how could I possibly be anything else.' I said.

"Well you called at a very fortuitous time. My husband is leaving Monday for two weeks. He's going to Scotland, France and Spain to check on some of his businesses there. I'm going to be so lonely. Would you be interested in keeping me company? I'm sure I could train a naughty boy like you to behave," she said seductively. She then asked, "What are you doing the rest of this week?"

"I've got previous engagements lined up for tomorrow and Wednesday. Possibly Friday also, why? I asked.

Lissa said so smoothly, "Michael, do you think you could meet me for lunch on Friday, say at 11:30?"

I thought of CeCe then figured she could wait a bit and said, "Where would you like to go, my lovely lady?

Her voice became a little husky and she said, "Meet me at Mon Petit Jardin, there on Riverside Drive. I'll meet you at the side entrance. I park in the South parking lot. My treat. They have the best Coq au Vin outside of Paris and their desserts are to die for. Actually I haven't found anything they make that I don't love."

"It's set then. I'll be there. Look for the old guy with the big erection from thinking about you," I said to her.

She tittered, "You ARE a naughty one, aren't you? I can't wait to have my way with you. Hopefully you won't disappoint me."

"I certainly hope not, mon amour," I softly said. She blew me a kiss then hung up. I went online and ordered Cialis from a Canadian pharmacy that promised three day delivery. I was going to need it. What a turn of events these past couple of weeks has been.

My wife called out that dinner was ready so I headed to the kitchen to eat. As we sat there after eating, I began to run my hand across the table. She said, "What are you doing?"

"Just thinking, my love," I said, "I was wondering how many times he fucked you on this table." My wife turned beet red. "You know dear, if you had asked me, I probably would have joined you and Tom, maybe even with those two others also. I really would have loved to watch you as you orgasmed on their cocks."

"MICHAEL, STOP IT!" she yelled, jumping up and throwing her napkin onto the table as she stormed out of the room.

I did the dishes by myself that night. Then I took my wife out a big glass of Sangria and she was sitting in her recliner, her arms crossed as her eyes shot daggers at me. I sat the glass down and retreated to the den.

Upon opening my email, there was a message from Jackie. She was reminding me not to be late. I replied that I wouldn't dream of missing our training session and for the first time in a long time, I searched the web for porn, especially anal porn. I kept thinking of my wife taking it in the ass from Tom and those other two. I was sitting in front of the screen when I noticed my wife standing next to me. In the video, this MILF was taking a big black cock up the ass and orgasming like crazy as he pumped a giant load of cum into her backside. She rolled over and his cum was running out her stretched anus. She began to rub his semen from her butt hole up across her clit. She was obviously well satisfied.

Placing her hand on my shoulder, my wife asked, "So you still would like to fuck my ass?" I looked up at her grinning and nodded. "I don't know," she said. "you do realize that was over 25 years ago. I'm not sure I could handle it now. Let me think about it, ok?" She turned and walked out of the room, leaving me there with a huge erection and a large wet spot developing on the front of my pants. Fuck, maybe we might enjoy sex again I prayed.

When we crawled into bed, Vickie snuggled up next to me and asked, "How long are you going to be mad at me?" as she ran her hand up the inside of my pajama top and ran her fingers through my chest hair.

Without really thinking, I said, "I don't know, how long did you hide your affair from me?" She turned over, sobbing into her pillow. We didn't hold hands that night either. God I felt like an ass. I should have gone to her and comforted her but I was hurt and my stupid pride got in the way.

The next morning, Joe woke me up with his clock-like timing of 5:30, needing to go out. After I made coffee, I crept into our bedroom and gathered my clothing and toiletries and headed to the guest bathroom. I shaved, showered and dressed, figuring I'd let my wife sleep. After what I'd put her through last night I figured I owed her.

I sat at our kitchen table, watching the clock slowly tick away the seconds. I kept thinking of my wife getting nailed on this table. We'd had it almost as long as we had been married. I looked at the nicks and thought of how they got there and smiled at thinking of our son, Jeffrey, riding his toy truck into the legs and putting in the dents on all four legs. I thought of our daughter Kelly when I saw the stains she had left coloring her Easter eggs. I thought of Cynthia, my precious baby girl. The way she'd lean over her high chair and try to chew on the edge of the table when she was teething. You could still see her tooth marks if you looked close enough.

"FUCK!" I shouted as I threw my half full coffee cup across the room, smashing it into the wall. Why did my wife have to do it? Why?. Tears filled my eyes as I cleaned up the mess I had made. Luckily the vinyl wall covering protected the walls in our kitchen and made clean-up easier.

When I was done, I looked at the clock and it read, 7:30. I went and checked on my wife and she was still sound asleep. I crept out and went to my car and headed over to Jackie's. I figured she wouldn't mind if I was a little early.

I found myself at her front door and was surprised to find a very nice home in a well-manicured neighborhood. Jackie greeted me in a pink crop top tee shirt and hot pink silk tap pants and ushered me in. She poured me a cup of coffee as we sat in her front room then asked, "Michael, what's wrong? You look like you've been crying."

Suddenly it all came out. I shared with her everything Vickie had told me. I explained how she had done things with Tom that she refused to do with me and how much it hurt, even though it had been so very long ago. I was a blithering idiot, crying and going through tissues right and left. When I was cried out, Jackie took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She dropped her clothing then began to undress me. She hadn't said a word.

I wasn't sure I was up to performing but she sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of me, taking my manhood into her sweet mouth and getting me rock hard. I was ready to fuck her and said so. Jackie smiled, then took out a bottle of lube from her nightstand drawer and handed it to me and said, "My ass is yours. Take me!" as she got onto all fours at the edge of the bed. I realized she was giving me her ass in sympathy but looking at how sexy this young woman in front of me was, I knew I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like this. I lubed up my cock and pushed some into her little rosebud. It didn't look like it had much use and I was going to fuck her as hard as I could.

Placing the head of my cock at her puckered hole, I pushed but there was a lot of resistance. "You need to relax, Jackie," I said.

Jackie turned her head to me and said with conviction, "Michael, TAKE ME!" I grabbed her hips and rammed my cock over half the way in. Jackie let out a squeal and tried to jerk away from me but I held her tight. I began to ram my cock into her forcefully, deeper and deeper until my balls were slapping her pussy and we were tight together on the downstroke. Her ass was so tight around my cock I knew I wasn't going to last long. I felt my cum about to jettison my shaft and pulled out. "What's wrong?" Jackie asked.

I didn't answer her, I flipped her onto her back and plowed my cock into her pussy with a vengeance. She was screaming, "Oh fuck. Harder, Yes, oh fuck yes. Harder Michael!" and I gave her everything I had. I was sweating more than if I had been in a sauna. Jackie was having orgasm after orgasm and my balls ached. I knew my orgasm was eminent and pulled out and stroked my shaft, shooting rope after rope of my white seed across her belly and onto her tits.

Jackie looked at me and smiled as she rubbed my cum into her breasts, tweaking her nipples occasionally. She ran two fingers into the lake of my sperm on her stomach and sucked them into her mouth. Then she ran them through the lake again and offered them to me. I gladly accepted and laid down on top of her, our tongues lustfully entwined. Without saying a word, I got up and pulled her from the bed. I led her into the master bathroom where I found a large walk-in shower. It had a center rain head in the middle and after adjusting the temperature, we climbed in and washed each other off.

Jackie took time washing my cock and balls, which brought the old fellow back to life. She smiled and dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. I leaned back against the wall and let her have her way with me, I know it wasn't in the lesson plan but I was caressing her wet face and hair. Here I was with this beautiful young blond, half my age, sucking on my cock like her life depended on it.

I closed my eyes and thought of my wife and those three young men in Tom's apartment. I grabbed a handful of Jackie's hair and pulled her tight to my crotch as I blasted off for the second time. I came so hard I fell to the bottom of the shower, next to Jackie.

For some reason, I began to laugh. Jackie asked, "What's so funny?"

I kissed her deeply and said, "I'm just glad I have such a wonderful tutor like you. It's a shame a guy can't have two wives in this country. I just wish I could get over my wife's cheating."