Roxie lay on her bed, eyes closed as she hadn't long awoken, but listening to the sounds around her, the early morning birds in the trees in the garden, and her husband singing to himself in the shower.
Alan was forty-six years old, twenty years Roxie's senior. Roxie had known as soon as she'd seen him back then that she had to have him, and now they had been married for five years.
Roxie, full name Roxanne (her father had named her after the song of the same name by The Police) and although not a prostitute herself, she had lived up to her namesake by flirting and seducing Alan into bed. She'd always been a flirty character while at college, her petite but busty figure turning eyes which she openly used to her advantage. Coupled with her shoulder-length jet black hair she wore swept across her brow, and her fondness for jet black eyeliner and eyeshadow to highlight her ice blue eyes, despite being just 5' 1" tall her 32C 24 34 figure enticed men, and women, into the point she could use it to gain favours.
It led to a few sexual encounters but Roxie wasn't interested in anything serious, not until she'd met Alan that was. After completing her college course she applied for a secretarial role at the company Alan had founded and ran himself. He was a tall distinguished-looking man, with perma-tanned skin and slicked-back dark hair with silver highlights showing through, he'd taken some persuading. It took Roxie a couple of months of short skirts and stockings wearing, bending and squatting while filing knowing he would be watching, to finally get him to buy her dinner. That night, after four hours of glorious sex, and orgasm after orgasm, she knew he'd been worth chasing. The fact that he was quite rich and had an 8" erection swayed her further.
Alan himself had never married, he'd devoted his time to building the company up. The fact that this ridiculously pretty twenty-year-old found him attractive at his age, to the point where she couldn't have made it any more obvious if she'd come to work naked, secretly thrilled him. When he'd finally succumbed, she had proven to be a worthy dinner date, the conversation flowing along as he noticed the various waiters eyeing her up, probably wondering why she was out with her dad.
Three weeks after their first date and sex session, Alan had asked her to move in with him. Six months later they married in Bali. They were very happy together, but Roxie's only little niggle was their lovemaking. When they'd first married it was like the first time and always for a good few hours, and most days. Now it was once a week if Roxie was lucky and Alan wasn't too tired from working. Alan spent a lot of time at work, outside of normal working hours too, and it left Roxie home alone quite a lot.
One evening, when they'd been married for around two years, Alan had finally dragged himself away from work and got home. Opening the door he called out to no answer. He looked at the clock, being 10.30 pm he wondered if Roxie was out with friends. She spent a lot of time with Sarah from across the road, who lived with her husband Dave. He'd met Sarah a few times and she was very pleasant, and a good friend for Roxie, and he knew they confided in each other.
He heard a noise from upstairs, a soft moan, and started to walk upstairs slowly. Hearing the stairs creak he paused, but the moaning continued. He listened intently, to see if he could hear voices. Alan had always had a nagging thought deep in his mind due to the age gap, that he kept trying to stop himself from thinking. Getting to the bedroom door, he pushed it open a little.
Phew, the nagging thought could be subdued again. Roxie was on her own, thankfully, but lying on her back on the edge of the bed, her feet planted on the mirrored doors of their wardrobes, several pillows under her head so she could watch herself masturbate. She held something in her hand, plunging it into her squelching pussy, and Alan watched silently until Roxie came. When she relaxed, she placed the item, a candle with a condom over it, on the edge of the bed. She gasped and turned as she heard the floor creak as Alan walked in.
"Sorry I'm late home," Alan simply said.
"Erm, okay, I erm..." Roxie replied, not knowing what to say.
"It's fine," Alan told her, sensing her nervousness, "I know you want sex a lot more than I do."
"Oh, this doesn't bother you then?" Roxie asked sheepishly.
"I'd rather this that you be sleeping around behind my back," he said, then picked up the candle, "but I think we need to shop for something better to use than this," he laughed.
A couple of days later Alan opened an online account and they browsed items together. The very first item was an 8" realistic-looking dildo, Roxie picked that as it very much resembled Alans. Over the next couple of years, with Alan having saved his payment details for Roxie to shop without him, they'd built up quite the array of toys and lingerie, normally that Roxie had ordered to surprise him. Roxie had come to realise that Alan coming home to her wearing new lingerie and finding her using a new dildo was normally enough to coax an erection out of him, although she still had one tiny regret.
Despite using butt plugs more regularly, and keeping them in while they fucked, Roxie couldn't persuade Alan to do anal. At college she'd had one particular boyfriend she'd fucked more regularly than most others, He was hot, and she knew a lot of the girls wanted him. Roxie had approached him one day and asked if he wanted to fuck. He'd replied, laughing, saying only if she did anal. He stopped laughing when she said yes, grabbed his hand and dragged him to a secluded corner away from prying eyes. She'd never done anal before and he'd hurt her the first time, but she went back for more, getting more used to it each time.
Alan watched her use dildos on herself more frequently, and even now Roxie fucked her arse for him, but Alan wouldn't do so. She become accustomed to having regular sex with Alan, and using her dildos to see to her anal needs, still hoping she could persuade him some time.
Coming out of the shower, Alan smiled at her lying, the covers half off her as he gazed at her one exposed breast and slender leg. He pulled clothes from his wardrobe, reminding Roxie he would be late at work tonight, he had a phone meeting with an overseas client planned. She groaned and asked if he must, Alan turned to see her with the covers now fully off and her legs hitched up at the knees, showing herself to him.
"Sorry, it's important, it could be a very lucrative deal," he told her.
He bent to tie his shoelaces, and getting up he tossed something onto the bed.
"It looks like that will be getting a good use then, I'll try not to be too late," Alan said, pointing to the dildo he'd thrown.
He left the house, hearing familiar moans from the bedroom as he shut the front door behind him, chuckling to himself at his insatiable wife.
Once finished and showered, Roxie sent Sarah a quick message having a bit of a moan about him being at work late again. Sarah replied telling her she could come around later for something to eat and a few glasses of wine, as Dave would be out with friends too. Roxie readily agreed, telling her she'd bring a bottle herself too. Sarah replied telling her she'd be home from work at around 5 pm and Dave was going straight out from work so anytime after then was fine.
Roxie spent the afternoon wondering what to wear. While she'd only had a couple of minor lesbian flings while at college, Sarah intrigued her. She was almost the opposite of Roxie, standing 5' 10" tall, with long blonde hair and being a very curvy 36D. While Roxie knew she got a lot of attention for how she looked, she'd seen the admiring glances Sarah had been getting while they'd been out shopping. While not as flirty as Roxie, Sarah did like to wear tops a little too tight to show off her ample bosom.
Roxie decided on some lycra trousers she normally wore around the house, and an old t-shirt that was tight and a little too short on her, definitely not an outfit she would have worn out. Throwing on some trainers, she went the short distance down the street to Sarah's.
"Hey, you look great," Sarah told her when opening the door.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, these are just house clothes I've thrown on," Roxie replied.
"You'd look fucking sexy in a black bin bag," Sarah laughed, taking a sip from her glass and finishing it off.
She poured Roxie a large glass and told her she'd need to catch up, she was already a glass behind.
"I've done a spag bol," Sarah told her, knowing it was one of Roxie's favourite dishes, "and have the perfect film ready to watch while we put our men to rights," she laughed.
Roxie walked into the living room to see Magic Mike ready to play. She laughed seeing the screen, knowing from a previous conversation that it was Sarah's go-to masturbation film that wasn't porn. She settled down on the sofa and shortly Sarah bought a plate of food on a tray into her, putting another two bottles of wine on the coffee table.
They ate while watching the film, finishing another glass of wine each, before Sarah paused the film to load the dishwasher.
"So, what's wrong now then?" she asked Roxie upon her return.
"I'm just venting, Alan just seems to spend so much time at work he barely has time for me these days," Roxie replied.
"No sex then? He is getting old now though," Sarah laughed.
"Yeah, we still do, just not enough and not what I want," Roxie answered.
Sarah looked at her puzzled, then held her hands out to tell her friend she couldn't leave it there.
"I like anal, but Alan doesn't," Roxie explained.
Sarah took a large gulp from her glass and refilled it again.
"Dave likes anal too, I'm not so keen," she blurted out.
"You do anal then?" Roxie asked, not knowing this about her close friend.
"Yes and no. I will do so now and again, but I find it hurts and feel uncomfortable doing it. Dave knows it's a special treat if I let him, but he knows I don't enjoy it so he's stopped trying now," Sarah told her.
"Alan won't even try, he hates the idea, it doesn't matter how much I plead or tell him it's fine, he won't do so. We still have sex now and again, but it would be nice to mix it up now and again," Roxie told her. "Have you tried using toys on yourself to get yourself used to it?"
"Tried, but failed. I get the tip in and then force myself to stop," Sarah answered.
They carried on drinking and watching the film until four empty bottles were on the table when Dave came back. He laughed at Sarah slurring her words, smiled at her then told them he was going to shower.
"I should let Dave fuck your arse," Sarah giggled as he walked out of the room, "I see the way he looks at you."
Dave was a tall guy, 6' 4" with a big bushy beard. He came across as mean and moody, but Sarah had told her before that he was a quiet sensitive guy, it took him a while to get used to people before he'd open up around them. Sarah had found herself wondering what he was like deep down.
