I guess you could call it middle-aged crazy. That was the term that started being used way back in the seventies but it's still appropriate.
As with so many couples, my wife and I had grown into a state where we were basically friends, room-mates, financial partners and occasional -- make that very occasional -- lovers. Things were stale and predictable and let's be frank, kind of boring. I don't put blame on her and I don't think she'd blame me. It was just the way it was and from looking around and listening to people talk, it seems to me that we were part of a large majority of older, long-time married couples.
My story began one night when Dave, a friend of mine, and I were out for a beer. He's one of those guys who tends to philosophize and even pontificate a lot when he gets drinking. Out of the blue he mentioned that he'd come to a conclusion about life as an older married man.
"There are three things you can do once your kids have grown and are out of the house. Volunteer. That'll take up your free time. Secondly, you can get a divorce. That's costly. And the third thing you can do it have an affair."
I kind of laughed but it was certainly food for thought. So I said to him, "So which one are you opting for?"
He looked at me with a smirk on his face. He looked around the bar as if he were about to share something he wanted no one to hear and then said, "Door number three man."
I was a bit shocked but pressed him on it. "And what's that look like?"
He leaned across the table and with deadly seriousness said he'd found a website that was the answer to his problem. "It's a cheating website for adults who want to have affairs. I've met three different women on it. Fucked two of them."
I sat back, a bit surprised to say the least. Dave had always seemed to get along really well with his wife and he didn't seem like a philandering type. All I could say was "Wow."
"You ought to check it out bud. You won't regret it."
"Yeah, right," I answered. But I made a mental note of the name of the site.
Our conversation turned back to the hockey game that was on the bar's large screen TV and that was all that was said about the affairs and the notorious website.
When I got home late that night my wife was asleep in bed already and I went to my computer in my den. I was intrigued and checked out the website. "Life is Short. Have an affair," it advertised. I then proceeded to fill in some personal questions and it showed me possible matches in my area, in the state and even in other countries. I was able to look at women who wanted affairs, cyber chat and it showed some pictures and some of their preferences. I was shocked at how many people there were on the site and the wide selection of women in age, body type and orientations.
The next night, after my wife had gone to bed, I returned to my computer and logged on with a new password they'd given me. I probably spent a couple of hours perusing what was being offered and it did more than intrigue me. It pulled me in and determined a new path for me. Yes, I even signed up using my PayPal account.
That allowed me to actually contact women that interested me. I was even able to chat online with two women that night. But the thing that really worked was when I looked at women in my area who were interested in fooling around, there were several my age and near enough that they'd be possibly available.
One in particular stood out. Her nickname was "Cuddly and Horny One." She was within 20 miles, was married but interested in a one-on-one affair, and the picture beside her profile was of a nice looking blonde with rather ample breasts. I sent a message to her that I'd be interested in chatting. Then, I closed the website and went to bed. I was in a bit of turmoil, wondering if I was doing a very bad thing or if this could get me in trouble. I hardly slept that night although I must admit it made my dick hard just thinking about this woman whose profile seemed so perfect.
The next night I logged on and immediately saw that I had a response to my message to Cuddly and Horny One. She liked what she'd seen in my profile -- the fact that I was fit, liked movies and music and politics. She said that my sexual preferences -- especially the part about giving oral satisfaction - were exactly what she was missing and wanted in her life. She gave me her email address and asked me to respond.
The long and short of it is that we emailed back and forth for about a week, getting to know a few things about each other. Finally, I initiated a face-to-face encounter by saying that I'd love to meet up for coffee. Within hours, she'd written back that she could meet for coffee the following evening. She had said her real name was Susan, she was 51 and worked as a nurse.
This thing moved fast. I arrived early at the coffee shop and sat in my car waiting for her to show up. Eventually I saw a very nice looking woman get out of an SUV and start for the door. I knew it was her and intercepted her as she was about to open the door.
"Susan? I'm John." I said as I held the door for her. She gave a huge, beautiful smile and walked inside. "My treat I said. What'll you have?"
I bought the two coffees and we sat down in a booth away from anyone else. She was easy to look at. Very pretty face. She had a few lines but then again, who doesn't at our age. I was taken with her hands. She had long fingers, immaculately coiffed nails and a couple of rings, one being a giant diamond with an attached wedding ring.
We hit it off immediately. That to me is the incredible part of this story. My mantra in life has always been, "What are the chances?" but this meeting seemed like fate. We talked about our jobs and things that were going on in town. She talked about books she'd read recently and I responded with what I'd been reading. We liked some of the same music and TV shows and her top three movies of all time were all films that I liked as well. I think both of us were smiling the entire time. We never mentioned sex the whole time -- although I suspect both of us were thinking about it. I saw how she looked at me and I was certainly ogling her.
By the time we'd finished our drinks, I was hooked. This woman seemed so ideal and even though we hadn't talked about sex for one second, I was aroused.
