My name is Joseph E. Rogers but my friends call me JER. I'm 43 years old, 6'1", 180 lbs, brown hair and in good condition from daily workouts. Graduate software engineer from University of Illinois. Worked for a major technology company for 15 years and then went into the consulting business with another engineer. We have a nice little operation convenient to O''Hare. We employ seven programmers, and one each receptionist and project manager. My partner and I work well together and share the management and travel responsibilities. Neither of us has to live out of a suitcase but most weeks will see one or both of us gone overnight at least once. Business is good and for the last five years we have each managed to earn at least mid six figures. We live comfortably and plow a considerable amount back into our retirement programs.
I'm married to my college sweetheart Janet who is two years younger than me and is the mother of our two sons. Our first, Joe Jr, was an early arrival after we got married and Carl followed his brother by just twelve months. Needless to say, the first five or so years of our marriage was chaotic and busy to say the least. Luckily I had just graduated and was working when Joe Jr. was born so financially we were fine but the babies really screwed with Janet's last two years of college. I do however have to hand it to her, she managed to be a great mother and still graduate with honors even though it was delayed by more than two years. She has always been super organized and with all the confusion of babies, school and a new husband she was simply fabulous. I told her that frequently, rubbed her back, told her I loved her and we made it fine.
That first pregnancy was brought on by the fact that Janet was the most beautiful, warm and sexy person I had ever met and we had trouble leaving each other alone. I had always been a little shy with the ladies and the fact that she would even date me much less sleep with me, blew me away. When we met she was 110 lbs on a 5'4" frame and had a perfectly proportionate figure topped off pixie like short chestnut hair. Twenty two years later she has packed a whopping 5 extra pounds onto that still terrific figure.
Janet was a stay at home mom until the youngest started first grade and then went to work full time in Real Estate using the license she had earned between Cub Scouts, bake sales and childhood diseases. We moved every few years as opportunities availed themselves and finally ended up in Hoffman Estates, an upscale community commensurate with my rising economic progress. Janet was a crackerjack home seller and before long was becoming a threat to the top performers in her office. In fact, she was so good at it that she got a broker's license and opened her own franchised office. The real estate job gave her the freedom to be flexible with school schedules and the other aspects of a suburban mom's busy schedule.
And so here we are. Married twenty two years, two grown sons, one a graduate engineer and the other in his senior year, more W-2 income than we ever dreamed of, beautiful house, secure retirement, great prospects for the future and most importantly, our health. So what could be wrong? You guessed it, things were not going well in the boudoir. The wild, fun sex of our youth was the first to go with all the responsibilities of a young family, jobs, etc, etc, etc. During the middle years of our marriage we made attempts to rekindle the spark and would achieve it from time to time on three day fun fucking weekends without the kids or quick one week trips to all inclusive clothing optional resorts. After pledging not to let things go back to the usual once or twice a week grope it always did. For the last few years it's like we were two old friends living together. We both had the pressures of running our own businesses but she let it bother her in the bedroom much more than I did. I at least made the effort to try to initiate things but sometimes she made it just too hard. I would reach out at lights out but she would intercept my fingers before they could grab a nipple and I would get the
"Let's keep that thought for tomorrow or Saturday OK sweetie?"
Finally I stopped trying to grab and just jerked off in the shower. I have no idea what Janet did for relief. I never confronted her or pushed the issue. Our sex life dropped from maybe once a week to almost zero.
Then driving back from a business dinner one Saturday night she said out of the blue.
"We need to talk about the elephant in the room."
"Which elephant is that dear?"
"I think you know. Your cum decorations on the shower wall have sent the message loud and clear. I know I have been cold and unreceptive lately and I really apologize for it. It has nothing to do with you. My sex drive has been dropping so much so that I finally discussed it with my OB/GYN. She ran some tests and put me on a course of hormone medications that are supposed to help out with what she is calling pre menopausal syndrome. She also recommended a therapist whom I saw last week."
"Maybe I should have gone with you."
"No I don't think so. The chick she sent me too was sort of off the wall and suggested a wide variety of sex life changing experiments. I'm sure you would have told her she was full of shit and just walked out."
"What was so unusual?"
"Well she said that in addition to the hormone meds I or I should say "we" need to pick up our game a little. Get out of our pattern and spice things up with role playing fantasy stuff, casual nudity, sexy dress up, etc. Then she got a little avant guard suggesting sex outside of our marriage. She said that she and her partner are "in the lifestyle" which I guess means wife swapping. She then recommended not being square and limiting ourselves to only one sex or race. According to her, "orgies" are really fun. At that point I had had enough and thanking her, I left.
JER contemplated what she had said for a minute and then said
"Honey, I'm just not the kind of guy that fantasizes about my wife fucking someone else. It would kill me if you were unfaithful especially if I had to watch it so swinging is out for me. Our marriage would for sure never survive. I'm just too old school I guess and I love you too much to share. I am however up for just about anything that else that the two of us can dream up together. And by the way, I want you to know that when I've been jerking off in the shower its usually too a mental picture of fucking that tight little pussy of yours on a white sand beach being watched my a crowd of jealous voyeurs."
She started to answer me but we were now pulling into the garage and so the conversation was left hanging. Her real estate answering machine was flashing frantically and so that sucked the oxygen out of our talk for now. I therefore made a drink for myself and went into my study to check my mail. I got engrossed in correspondence and 45 minutes passed. Then suddenly a fragrant ghost from the past floated into my den. A naked vision in high heels posed in front of me and then straddled my lap. Grasping my hand she pressed it to her nearest breast and whispered in my ear
"My husband is gone for the weekend and I desperately need to be fucked hard. Please Sam, give me your beautiful cock and I'll suck you off and give you the best time you've every had."
Somehow my clothes were shed and I was balls deep in her clutching vagina. She was gasping and moaning as she frantically posted up and down on the hardest erection I had had in years. I slobbered all over the firm tits bouncing in front of me and then our mouths met. We didn't kiss, we inhaled each other as if we were trying to drive away the demons that had plagued our marriage. Our frantic fucking resulted in a screaming orgasm for Janet and during the brief interlude necessary for her to catch her breath, I picked her up by her firm little butt and moved her over to the leather couch.
For the next hour or so we fucked like the old days. By my count she had at least four more orgasms in as many positions none of which was our usual missionary. My second ended the festivities for a time and we used the interval to clean up, make a couple more drinks, lock up the house and head up to the master. Arms around each other's waists we slowly walked up to bed. She sat on the edge and I got between her slim thighs and parted them to expose her bare pussy. Down on my knees, hands holding her butt cheeks I explored the pussy that I loved so much. Up and down I licked until I isolated her clit and sucked it between my lips and tongue. My fingers found her g spot and rubbed it until she explosively climaxed with a cry of pleasure. Then it was up the hill again and then a third time before her hands pulled my hair to make me stop. Then it was her turn to lick her juices off of me. Somehow I was hard again and my cock found her vagina. I probed up and then slowly in and out and in and out. Finally in the missionary position I lasted an hour in the most loving fuck of the last five years. When we came it was together and still joined we fell asleep.
The next morning was Sunday and when I awoke it was approaching 10AM and I had to pee something fierce. After taking care of business I went back in the bedroom and stood for a moment watching my beautiful wife sleep. I was starting to get hard again and then I had an idea. Rummaging through my closet I found the blonde wig I had worn to last years Halloween Party, grabbed my old maroon robe and loafers and tip toed down the stairs. Unlocking the front door I went out and closed the door. I then leaned on the door bell hard. It took at least two minutes of solid ringing but finally the curtains next to the door parted and Janet peeked out. Her face went from angry to smiling in an instant and the door opened. There I stood, a blonde hulk in need of a shave in a ratty old robe that hung wide open displaying a mostly erect cock.
"Good Morning Janet. I'm your neighbor Fred Jones. You remember, we met at the last neighborhood picnic. Anyway, I was out getting my paper when I saw Sam Smith leaving by the side door. He said that your husband was gone and that you were really a sexy little bitch in need of cock. He was all fucked out but gave me the green light to give it a shot."
"Get the fuck in here Meat!" she said reaching for my cock. The last guy was OK but I need my chimes rung real hard this morning so let's go. I need to collect a lot more cum for my husband's creme pie."
The morning went well and Janet was able to collect several more samples from a very tired neighbor. When her loving husband arrived to tend to her very tired rosy red puss all she could do is whimper as he tickled one last cum out of her. Then it was into the soaking tub for a soothing bath with the love of her life. His large but tender hands softly caressed her lovingly abused breasts and his lips made love to her neck and finally her mouth.
"Don't ever leave me lover. I know I can be a handful but I'm going to make sure that nothing short of death ever again gets in the way of "us".
Over the next few months a procession of cable installers, mail men, plumbers and painters all got very, very lucky at the Rogers residence. Coincidentally, JER was visited while traveling by a succession of very elegant escorts when he was on the road. Also coincidentally all of the men and women looked surprisingly like a couple from Hoffman Estates known as JER and Janet.
Alternative Ending (2)
(Back in the car coming home from the dinner party)
JER contemplated what she had said for a minute and then said
