Les' story
I knew from the start that my wife Carrie had always been attracted to older men. We had often talked about this even before we were married and she had mentioned a few affairs with older men, but she didn't want to get into a permanent relationship I suppose because she didn't want to be left alone at age 40 or 50 after her older husband died. Then there was the children issue...she didn't feel that a man of 50 or 60 could be the kind of father that could run and play ball with a pre-schooler. I'm sure there have been men who have done this, but according to her, these were her long range concerns.
I am 26 and Carrie is now 24. We have been married for 4 years now and it was just recently that Carrie had the chance to experience an older man again. I had seen the way she looked at some of the older men we passed in the mall, and in the movies and such, and I felt like the desire was still there. I have asked her many times while we were making love, just what it was that turned her on so much about older guys. She would always get a dreamlike look in her eyes as she explained that older men seemed to know just what a woman needed without being in a rush to complete the act. And the "forbidden" aspect of an older man, making it with a woman who could be his daughter. I finally learned one night that she had an affair with her 45 year old mailman when she was only 16. Anyway, Carrie is what you would expect of a young woman in her twenties. Her body is tight from constant aerobics. She has sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, long muscled legs, and two of the most beautiful, 36C, tits tipped with pinkish brown nipples that always betray the fact when she is turned on!
I had always had a tinge of jealousy when we would meet men in a business setting and I knew that she was hot for them. One time while applying for a bank loan, we sat opposite the guy's desk answering his questions etc. When I looked at Carrie I saw that her nipples were straining against the front of her shirt, and she was obviously flirting heavily with him. Oh I knew the look! A smile cemented on her face, the blue eyes flashing. It was obvious from the loan officer's actions that he had some ideas of his own. I guess the fact that Carrie's dress had worked it's way a little higher and she seemed to be crossing her legs constantly didn't help matters much.
Just as an experiment, when we got back in the car, I reached to caress her thigh as I often do, but I reached a little higher this time and my fingers were met by her soaked panties. We did get the loan we wanted and if Carrie's little show had anything to do with it, then I guess it was a good thing. When we got home later, I asked her point blank if she had the hots for this guy. She said that she was only playing with him, and that her days of having other men were over. Somehow, I didn't think the fires were out just yet. That night, as were in bed, I asked her..."If the right man came along and you had the opportunity, would you fuck him?" "Of course not! I am a married woman now and I have all that I need" she replied. Well it was now or never I thought so I unloaded my secret hidden desires. "Carrie, if you had my permission, would you?" Carrie sat up in bed and just looked at my face for a few minutes in shock. "Do you mean, you WANT me too?" she asked. All I could muster was a nod of my head. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. She laid there for what seemed like 30 minutes in silence. I wasn't sure if she was hurt, pissed off or what, until finally she whispered "I love you, and I want to give you the things you want. If the circumstances were right and I felt good about it, I suppose I could".
Part of me was scared about the whole thing, part of me was jealous that she would even consider it, but a part of me was turned on thinking that my wife would be screwing someone. We didn't say anymore, but we held each other making love with a passion we had not experienced before, and it all seemed right.