Stanley just turned sixty-four years old and living what most would consider a very normal life. Every morning starts early. And every day, he thinks he's the luckiest guy in his particular neighborhood. He's not extraordinary by any means, but he does very well by his wife. Stans's wife, Abigale, is six years his junior and a remarkably understated and delightful woman. She's very unassuming and plain in many ways. But she is beautifully sexy in her own right, nonetheless.
Indeed, Abbie is all of five foot seven, slim, demure, and girlish, with a body curved by age but seductive and buxom as a mature woman should be. Stan sees her as the epitome of beauty. Together, they have shared nearly forty years of life.
Often, while Stan showers in the morning. Abbie would sit on her side of their bed, brushing her long, greying hair. Just a few feet away, there is a full-length body mirror that she has a love-hate relationship with. Walking past it every morning, she is reminded that her body has grown old and gravity has pulled at her with ill intentions.
But on many mornings, when Stan has emerged from his shower. He would often find his wife in front of that mirror, studying herself. Each time, Stan would pause and marvel at his wife's beautifully voluptuous little figure. His old cock would begin to swell and thicken as he studied her large, full breasts, then trace her soft, gentle curves downward.
Abbie had the body of a mature, sexy woman indeed. She's lived a beautifully full life with Stan. And together, they have shared love and passion deeply.
Over the years, she's grown a bit of a tummy. She's developed cute little rolls at her waist, and there's been a gentle lowering of her large voluptuous and fleshy breasts. But by far, Abbie still had the nicest ass Stan had ever been given the pleasure of coating with his warm loads. So while her husband would stand behind her, marveling at her beauty and gently massaging his half-swollen cock, Abbie was slowly becoming sad and depressed. She had begun to dislike what she saw in that mirror. She felt she could hardly recognize the woman looking back at her anymore.
"That is not me," she would often think as she gazed into the mirror.
Abbie had never doubted her ability to satisfy her husband or command his attention. She never gave a second thought as to whether or not he found her attractive. But now, she spends her afternoons wondering if all that is behind her. Imagining her desirability, Abigale had always figured other men would have her eagerly if she so allowed.
She never let on to her husband that those kinds of thoughts would cross her mind even as they would from time to time over the years. But as the years passed, she began to feel less and less like the woman she knew in her youth and their early years of marriage. She feared that Stan would wake up one morning and see her as the ugly duckling she felt she had become and abandon her. Self-doubt and insecurity were taking root in her.
Stanley worked as a foreman in a large warehouse, and Abbie worked at a local community bank and has for many years. Between the two of them stood long hours of separation. Very often, they would arrive home around the same time. And by six or seven in the evening, dinner will have been had, and the two would be together relaxing and venting their days to each other on the sofa.
As often was the case, Stan would fall asleep in front of the TV. Abbie, in turn, as she lay across the sofa next to him. But by late evening, the two would eventually migrate to their bedroom only to rise the next morning and repeat it all again.
On her days off, Abbie would run errands or spend hours reading or watching movies, and there were friends to converse with and meet for lunch or coffee from time to time as well. But the ladies that Abbie called friends started to seem like old married hens at some point and not as exciting to hang out with so much. She had started craving something else in her life. It was an elusive feeling, a curiosity, some question that needed to be answered, as it were.
At home, Stan was often nudging and prodding his wife to fool around with him. He would touch her and hug her frequently, kissing her neck as if reliving his teen years. Indeed, Stan had become that proverbial horny old man; it would seem, whimpering like a horny dog at the leg of the only woman he could. Begging her to let him stuff her with his fat old dick and pump her full of cum.
Abbie often deflected his advances; it started to cause some very unwifely and naughty desires to stir within her. Abbie loved sex with her husband, to be honest. She very much enjoyed the sensation of being fucked and the way he would hump into her mouth while she sucked at his cock. But she had begun to crave a much more lewd encounter with the possible inclusion of at least one other man and possibly more than one other man. As Stan would instigate, Abbie would submit to him as she fantasized about her husband sharing her with a friend or two.
This would increasingly give her pause. More and more, her thoughts were becoming lewd and perverse to a much greater extent than she had ever experienced before. She didn't want her husband to learn of her naughty thoughts and inner sexual desires, so she started to thwart his aims as much as she could without bruising his ego too much.
As a wife, Abbie never really considered letting another man get near to her. She was dedicated to her husband completely, and thoughts of infidelity gave her pause.
Stan would often get her aroused and horny while talking about allowing her to be sexually promiscuous in some whorish way while he played with her pussy. He put her in some naughty settings as men would share her amongst them, this fed into her self-loathing, causing her to want to prove to herself that she was still a desirable woman to men, and she would let him fill her head with lustful ideas as he made her cum over and over. Abbie wanted the real thing before long, and her husband was feeding her hunger for it.
The idea of it all made Abbie very accommodating sexually, and Stan enjoyed the benefits of her passionate sexual arousal. And he would fuck her aggressively as she lay under him, imagining other men screwing her in turn.
