Hiram's dairy business was doing fine. His 30 year marriage to Rita was doing fine. He saw his life as a series of routines that was punctuated by very little deviation from day to day. It was all well and good. It was all fine. Things had been different before the kids all grew up and left the nest 5 years ago, but since then his relationship with Rita had definitely fallen into a rut of sorts. He worked in the barns with the cows during the day and came back to the house for dinner at night and they chatted a bit about this and that or what had happened with Rita's girlfriends when she went into town. The usual gossipy conversation that Hiram had been listening to for so long he tended to tune it out and nod and agree where he was required to, but on the whole he was a bit numb.
Once a week he and Rita would have sex if either of them was interested but after 30 years the passion wasn't there. It wasn't that they didn't love each other, and the sex was still good, sometimes even great, but it was definitely part of the routine. After 3 kids Rita still looked good for her age and any extra weight she carried was in the right places where Hiram liked it. Her 52 year old body had sagged a bit in the middle but her breasts were still a large 40DD and her hips and behind had widened after their first child in a very nice way that actually made her more curvy and sexy to Hiram. She was still beautiful to him and it wasn't like he had kept his physique in tip-top shape either. Working on the farm had kept him toned for a man his age but he had grown a belly he wasn't proud of, and his hair had greyed and receded a bit.
So, here he sat watching the news as Rita puttered around the kitchen waiting for their other monthly routine, a standing dinner date with their best friends Kirk and Miriam. They'd known them for years and met the same way most people do, through their kids. Kirk managed their own dairy farm just up the road and Miriam was a school teacher and had taught Hiram and Rita's kids many years ago. Their kids had been in the same scout troops and 4H clubs and a firm friendship had grown over the years.
Hiram was thinking he should go and see if there was anything he could do to help Rita and had actually stood up to do just that when the doorbell rang.
"Hon, can you get that?" Rita called from the kitchen, and Hiram grunted an affirmative as he stepped to the front door. Opening it, he greeted Kirk and Miriam and welcomed them inside. As they entered and made some small talk Hiram immediately noticed something was different.
He had always thought that Miriam was attractive but in that general way that one married man will admire another friend's wife. Not in a sexual way, but in a friendly appraisal sort of way. Admiration of a woman's assets and charms and all that. However, tonight there was no denying that Miriam looked amazingly different. The low cut dress she wore accentuated a bust and cleavage that looked twice its normal size and hugged her more slender hips and backside. It was also obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra as her large nipples were poking through the material pert and hard as diamonds, and although she wasn't wearing any support, her larger rack stood proudly high on her small frame. She had her arms entwined in Kirk's elbow as they walked in and planted a kiss on his cheek and looked adoringly up at him. Hiram tried not to stare as she leaned further into Kirk's neck and gave it a gentle bite and a giggle. Her hand crept across his stomach making Kirk jump and look embarrassed.
"Oh, here's Rita!" Hiram said a little too loudly as she joined them and it broke whatever spell Miriam seemed to be under. Once her attention could be dragged away from Kirk, she started talking a mile a minute, laughing and hugging Rita tightly to her newly inflated bosom. Rita was taken aback and nervously laughed as Miriam immediately took over the conversation.
"My God! It feels like forever since we all got together. Tell me everything Rita! Tell me simply everything!" and Rita took her by the hand and guided her towards the kitchen to have her help with the meal. Kirk and Hiram went into the living room to catch up as well.
They chatted about their farms and their herds, milk production problems, and anything else to pass the time before the ladies finished the evening meal.
As the conversation lagged Hiram casually mentioned, "Things look good with you and Miriam, Kirk. The way she was looking at you I thought you two were 30 years younger and dating again. What's the secret after all this time?"
Kirk smiled, "Is it that obvious?"
"No, I wouldn't say obvious but there's something different there for sure, and don't take offense Kirk, but Miriam looks better than ever. Whatever diet she's on let me know what it is so I can subtley make some hints to Rita! Or maybe she's had some work done? i mean Rita's joked about getting some stuff lifted and tucked but I never take it serious. She still gets my motor running but Miriam looks like she's ran the clock back a lot more than 20 years." Hiram chuckled, winking at Kirk.
Kirk glanced to the kitchen where Rita and Miriam were laughing and talking loudly.
"Look, I'm not even sure I should mention it, but there's days where I pinch myself I feel so lucky I found out about it...I'm not sure where to even start? Um, well, I guess the best place would be to start back at the state fair a couple months ago..."
"I was there to buy some new heifers and see the new equipment. You know how it is? The same vendors, the same booths to look at? Well, this year there was this new booth all by itself off to the side and I'd never heard of it before. It was called the, "Dairy Improvement Bureau" or "D.I.B's for short, and it had a guy with a white lab coat and a couple girls with clip boards and it seemed like they were surveying farmers, filling out forms, questionnaires and all that sort of stuff. So, I walked up and started chatting with the guy in the coat who turned out to be a doctor. He started asking me the usual questions about the farm, my milk yields, all business like and then he started asking me if I had a family? Was I married? How long? Did Miriam help with the day-to-day chores of milking? What her age was? Did she feel physically healthy? Did she ever have feelings of dissatisfaction with our relationship? Did I ever feel unsatisfied in bed?"
Hiram gasped! "What the hell Kirk? That's ridiculous. What does any of that last bit have to do with milk production?"
"That's what I asked him!" Kirk whispered loudly. "I thought it was nuts and rude to say the least, but then the doc starts calming me down telling me that every aspect of a marriage on a small farm can have huge implications on the cows output and yield. He said that especially if a woman has negative emotions and interacts with the herd or is in close proximity to the heifers her pheromones and mental state can be mirrored in the cows attitudes and responses. He then asked me to come to a small room behind the booth to show me some pamphlets and program guides about their services."
"Hiram..." Kirk paused and stared intently into his eyes.
