My loving husband and I have had a wonderful marriage for thirty years. That’s not to say we haven’t had the typical ups and downs, from time to time. But, through it all, we’ve been faithful to our vows and have never strayed. I contend that two of the important reasons for our marital bliss are: we both have a good sense of humor and an excellent partnership in bed. We are always open with each other, regarding our sexual fantasies. Being so in tune with each other’s needs, we seem to know immediately when sex has become routine. That’s when one or both of us will act out some new fantasy to spice things up. Those fantasies, which often involved role-playing, never reached beyond the confines of the two of us -at least, not until recently.
“God Laura, I’m sorry, Honey,” said a dejected Jim, rolling off my naked body.
“That’s OK, Baby. It happens to guys once in a while. Don’t feel bad” I reassured him, glancing down at his limp dick.
“I can’t imagine what it is? You know you ALWAYS make me horny, with those big tits and sweet ass of yours,” he said, fondling my boobs.
“I know, Baby. Maybe you need to relax and we’ll try again later, OK?” I offered.
He nodded and we settled down for a night’s sleep. His inability to get it up had happened only a few times over the last 30 years, and that was mostly due to his getting drunk on the rare occasion. I sloughed it off as stress and rolled over to my side of the bed. As I started to doze off, I heard the distinctive sound of him whacking his meat. Suspecting he was priming his rod for me, I rolled back to face him. He was lying flat on his back, staring intently up at the ceiling and jacking on his half-hard erection. Watching him pleasing himself is always a real turn on for me. Not wanting to interrupt his obvious fantasy, I gently nuzzled my naked body up next to him. The effect of our naked bodies touching made him crank on his cock harder and faster. I felt it was safe to break into his trance. Besides, I was as wet as could be.
“Are you fucking me, Jim?” I whispered in his ear.
“No Laura… he is,” Jim said, as if he was in some hypnotic state.
“Hmm. Who’s that? Who’s fucking me?” I asked.
“This guy, this big guy.”
“Do you know who he is?” I wondered.
“He’s this guy I know from work. He’s fucking you hard with his big cock, from behind,” Jim stated, with a little smile forming.
“Ummm. Do I like his big cock in me like that?” I asked, feeling my pussy twitch.
“Oh YEAH! You like it a lot!”
“What about you, Baby? Where are you?” I begged, seductively.
“Me? Oh, I’m about to stick my cock in your mouth, while he fucks you,” he said, increasing his smile.
“Oh yeah, Baby. Like this?” I whispered and lowered myself to suck in the head of his full sized cock.
“OH GOD YES! YES!” He yelled and dropped his hand.
I leaned over him and took hold of his pole. On my knees with my ass in the air, I sucked on his cock. Up and down I bobbed, moaning and dirty talking at the same time.
“Oh God! He’s fucking me so deep. His cock is so big inside me and your big cock in my mouth. He’s cuming inside me, Jim! Oh God, Baby! Cum in my mouth! I want to feel you both cum in me.”
I jacked and slobbered all over his swollen meat, until I felt his body stiffen. His white, hot cum shot to the back of my throat and cascaded down the length of his rigid tool. My hand was soaked with his steamy juices, as I continued to milk him dry. Finishing up my midnight blowjob, I gave him a cum-filled kiss and we drifted away to sleep, naked in each other’s arms.
I reckoned that whatever was stressing him out or kept him from getting hard had been properly dealt with. I was proud to be able to give him that release, and had fun playing out our little fantasy game. I decided our sex life would be back to normal, so there was no harm in my pretending to make out with another man, this one time. I certainly never imagined what that one night of fantasy could have led us to.
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Our unscheduled sex routinely happens every ten days to two weeks. Both of us are just on the other side of 50, so I consider that routine a normal, if not healthy frequency for having an active sex life. It had been over two weeks, since our last midnight session, so I was getting anxious for the next encounter. Jim was putting in extra hours of overtime after work that week, so he was often tired and ready to turn in early. Even wearing my skimpiest nightgowns to bed had no effect on him. Once he hit the bed, he was soon fast asleep.
Friday night of that week, he was finally home at his regular time. I suggested we go out for dinner and drinks to relax. He reluctantly agreed and we headed out for a familiar little bar we hadn’t been to for quite some time. I purposely dressed to impress, wearing a short, tight jean skirt and matching sleeveless blouse.
“Well, don’t you look sexy tonight? Another button, and you’d have everybody’s attention,” Noticed Jim, as we sat together at the unusually crowded bar.
I smiled, winked and slowly unbuttoned not one, but two more buttons. It was clear to my husband and anyone else in eyeing distance, that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The tight jean fabric hugged the sides of my d-size hooters, leaving my creamy cleavage on full display. My nipples hardened, as I watched the young bartender’s eyes stare at my chest.
“Uh, that’ll be eight bucks,” he stammered, placing our Martini’s down.
“I should charge you at least that much for enjoying the show,” quipped Jim, catching the sexy young stud off guard.
The bartender turned a quick shade of red, smiled sheepishly and nodded at Jim. The seedy little tavern was sort of a special hideout for us. Over the years we had been there on occasion to toss back a few, play some pool and shoot darts. If was a safe, little out-of-the-way haunt that offered just enough seclusion and crusty atmosphere to be an excellent stimulus for sex play. We had fond memories of one dark corner booth in particular, where I had gone down on Jim one late night. That was years ago and tonight the place was so packed; that little booth seemed miles away.
“I can’t ever remember this place being crowded like this!” I said to no one in particular.
“Oh, it’s never like this during the week. I mean, on Wednesdays you could hear a pin drop in here!” Remarked the bartender, who introduced himself as Josh.
Handsome Josh kept pace working the busy bar, but gravitated back to us, when he wasn’t pouring drinks. Being seated next to the waitress station, we learned all about him and met Jennifer, the young waitress on duty. Tall Jennifer was a shapely brunette working her way through college. Her short tight skirt left little to the imagination and her dark silky top opened to expose dam near as much of her firm tits as I was showing. As Jim and I sipped on our second Martini, I couldn’t help but notice an underlying connection between Josh and the girl –perhaps a deeper relationship that their barroom banter disguised.
“So Jennifer, are you and Josh seeing each other?” I asked, being nosy.
“Hell no! Why do you ask?” She wondered, with shifting eyes.
“I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. You two just seem so close,” I smiled.
“Well, the management would pissed off if they knew,” she started.
“Knew what!” I guessed some dark secret.
