Be careful what you ask for?
I've always had a very submissive side to my sexuality, but that had been hard to explore with my wife Jane. She had always resisted playing along with this side of me, much to my eternal frustration. We had been married for 20 years and during this time, I had to reign in my cuckold fantasies. In the earlier stages of our relationship, I would persist; during sex, I would often try to encourage Jane to think about one of her work colleagues or a mutual friend, for example, when I knew she was arriving at her orgasm;...Only to be chastised and warned that I was "ruining our sex life." I gave up!...which did curtail my sex-drive a bit.
It was amazing at just how turned on I became at the very thought that my wife might have cuckolded me or even consider this during a fantasy. So, when it became more apparent that this would never really happen, then predictably perhaps, my expectations and sex-drive waned over time (we're now both in our early fifties). I finally resolved that, that was that!
Then came the crunch in our marriage, Jane's own sex-drive seemed to diminish to the point where she was not very interested. We both put that down to 'perimenopause.' Consequently, after some conversation and some whining from me, she mentioned that if I had to, I should go and find it elsewhere. She did seem shockingly uninterested in my plight and that did fill me with quite a sense of injustice! So, I resolved to go on a 'certain well know adulterous website' and eventually began talking to a couple of equally frustrated married women.
It didn't take too long for the day to arrive where I was going to do it! When I was to slip out and have a liaison with some other woman who wasn't getting any action from her partner. It seemed like the perfect solution. However, a lothario, I certainly was not!! Like the useless dickhead that I am, I absentmindedly left my computer screen visible with all the incriminating messages on it for all to see! I ran to get the front door, on one occasion, completely neglecting to hide the evidence. My wife came into the room and...casually glancing at the writing on the screen could not believe her eyes! As you may imagine, Jane was very far from happy, as I hadn't discussed this with her (in my defence, I didn't want her to feel bad or inadequate). A huge argument ensued and after much discussion about our problems in the bedroom, we agreed to work together and communicate our needs to each other better in future. I resolved, again, that my marriage was more important overall.
One of the agreements was that we'd spend more quality time together, like going 'down the pub,' going for walks, or catching more shows together and so on. So, it was that we arrived at the local pub, a few weeks later, to share a few laughs and a few beers. It was not unusual to meet mutual friends in there, but I was a little bit irked to see two workmates at the bar. One in particular was an asshole called Gary! A real wannabe alpha-male who would never miss an opportunity to make a snarky comment or two, when the opportunity arose (or even if it didn't really arise). He was about ten years younger than I was. He clearly had quite loved himself, having quite a lot of upper body strength and despite this now looking a little overweight around the edges and with flecks of grey in his bearded face, he was still quite a commanding figure. We had clashed when I joined the company, as I'm kind of reserved and often will not join in on the obligatory football and sports talk. I've never understood the kind of good-humoured piss-taking that men indulge in.
I always take it a bit personally, I'm way too sensitive! So, I shy away from those kinds of interaction; I am quiet, it must be said. Whereas Gary is so loud, that even his laugh demands attention in a room, you can certainly hear him coming along the corridor. He had been considered the office hunk back in the day, by all accounts, so I figured he found anyone like me who was just nice and easy with woman, a bit of a threat. I wasn't sure! I just found him irritating though, as I'm a non-confrontational beta-type male, I laughed at his jokes and agreed with many of his opinions. I did this just enough to keep in with him and not attract his focus on me. Not long after starting in that job, he had made a few defamatory remarks in my direction, and I knew he was saying things about me, from time to time to other work colleagues. He probably found me a little bit of a snivelling sycophant who ran from a fight, which, may have made him dislike me more for my apparent lack of spine.
So, I was alarmed and very wary to see him at the bar as Jane and I pushed past to find a seat. I introduced him and the other colleague, Dave, to my wife and annoyingly I could see they were checking her out eyeing her up and down. Jane runs and works out obsessively. I do not, being a bit overweight and basically lazy, much to her annoyance. Jane has very lovely and shapely long legs, a very sexy older woman body to die for! with a great cleavage with nice large double D breasts which had not became saggy like many her age, I might add. She had a figure to carry this all off; she wore a sexy black dress that tightly clung to her hips and body, accentuating every womanly curve to perfection. She was a very attractive woman. I did think that her looking so sexy was a bit of a hypocritical contradiction, in a way, given that she has no apparent interest in sex, whatsoever! I couldn't blame the lads for eyeing her up like that, but the prolonged way they both indulged did telegraph their complete lack of respect for me...and I was sure my wife would have been annoyed by this also. Luckly though, Jane just smiled back at them. I was sure I would get a lecture on how rude they had been later!
Jane and I found a table and had a seat, Gary and Dave were finishing up at the bar and, to my relief, they were planning on going into town a bit later to meet others. The evening was fine, we chatted, Jane and I tried to find new things to talk about, that wasn't solely all about our family life! I had become acutely aware that I was becoming a bit boring and not managing to keep the conversation off the one-track topic of our grown-up children. So, as I washed my hands after another wee toilet visit, I thought about things I could talk about, which she would find more stimulating to chat about. I do love my wife and one of my favourite sounds in the world is of her laughing and having fun. So, you would think I would have been ecstatic to hear just that sound as I left the cubicle and headed back into the bar area.
There, now sitting on my seat was Gary, drink in hand, leaning in towards Jane, smiling and joking with her, as she, correspondingly, flicked her hair with her hand whist looking back into his eyes laughing, a little overly enthusiastically for my liking, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable and for some reason, a little bit stupid. Dave had gone on alone and Gary, was having one more final drink and hanging with 'us' before leaving.
