Looking back at it, I'm still a little shocked by my behavior. Maybe it was a mid-life crisis. I don't know. I had always been pretty straight-laced when it comes to my marriage and the relationship with my husband. My name is Sophie, and I've been married to my husband, Greg, for coming up on twenty-six years. I'm forty-nine, and Greg is two years older. We met in college during his senior year, my sophomore year. We dated for three years before we decided to tie the knot. We have two daughters who have long been out of the house. We live in a three-bedroom, ranch style house that we moved to when our second daughter was born. We've made a couple of updates to it, including a small addition that added an office, allowed us to move the laundry from the basement to the first floor, and expanded the master bedroom to fit a king-sized bed. We love the sub-division we live in. Great schools and good neighbors.
Greg and I try to stay fit, although I have to admit that he does a better job than I do. He rides bikes regularly with Will, our next-door neighbor. They try to get out three nights a week after work and at least once on the weekend, weather permitting. They average one hundred miles a week, give or take. I try to walk either outside, or on a treadmill in the basement, but sometimes I get distracted by other activities like gardening. I'm like most people in that I could stand to lose fifteen pounds, but I'm not flabby by any means. I like what I see when I look at myself naked in the mirror. My 35C breasts don't sag too much, and I've been able to maintain my female curves.
Our marriage has always been strong. We had ups and downs like everyone does, of course, but in general we've been very happy. Greg and I seemed to get even closer once our daughters both left for college. We have a lot more time just for ourselves. We talk a lot more because we are alone together a lot more, instead having to run around to kids' activities and having them involved in nearly every conversation. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughters, but they were ready to become young adults on their own and we were happy to let them.
That's why we have been so surprised by the number of friends of ours that have decided to get divorced. We must know a half-dozen couples that have gotten divorced within two or three years of their children leaving the nest. None of them were because of affairs or infidelities. They all told us some variation of the same story. They were so wrapped up in their kids lives, they'd lost any connection to each other and when the kids left, they realized they'd grown apart. It doesn't make any sense to me, but apparently, it's not that uncommon.
Our next-door neighbor Will and his wife Laura are a perfect example. They've lived next to us forever. Will is an extrovert who has always been playfully flirty. His standard greeting to me is always, "Hey good looking". Laura is much quieter and more bookish. Will did most of the carpooling and stuff for their kids, and was always active volunteering for their various athletic teams and school clubs. Laura has a much smaller circle of friends and preferred to manage the home front. When the last of their three kids left for college, their marriage just kind of ran out of steam. They were divorced about three months ago after four years of trying to make it work. They reached an agreement where Laura moved out and into an apartment, and Will stayed in the home. The plan was for him to knock off several significant home-improvement projects and then put the house on the market. Greg was really disappointed that he was going to be losing his riding partner.
So like I said, Greg and I were still going strong, and as you might expect with both of us appreciating each other and no kids around to hear us, our bedroom activities had heated up as well. Greg isn't the world's most well-hung guy. Fully erect, his penis is about five inches long. He works hard to please me, but he understood early in our relationship that sometimes I needed something bigger, so an eight-inch rabbit vibrator has been part of our sex life for quite a while. I like the feeling of fullness it gives when it's inside of me, and it reaches places Greg just can't with his dick. Greg likes to watch me pleasure myself and mutual masturbation sessions are part of our routine. I'll work my vibrator into my vagina and bring myself to an orgasm or two while Greg jacks off. Sometimes he finishes himself, and sometimes he climbs on and screws me after I've cum a couple of times.
Then one night, Greg did something different. I had the rabbit plugged firmly in my pussy with the ears deliciously buzzing my clit. I was nice and wet, and was ramping up to my first orgasm when Greg shifted to kneel over my head and dangled his hard dick in front of my face. It was obvious what he wanted. I've never been a big one for oral sex, giving or receiving. I seldom blow Greg. Maybe once a year, and I never swallow. And maybe it's his technique, but the occasional times I've let Greg go down on me I haven't been able to cum. Regardless, I was kind of caught in the heat of the moment as the rabbit continued to stimulate me. I reached up with my free hand, took Greg's cock and put it in my mouth.
"Fuccckkkk Soph, that feels good," Greg said as he began to slowly fuck my mouth. I turned the rabbit up to its highest setting.
"MMMMMmmmmmmppphhhh," I moaned around his cock as a new wave of vibrations raced through my cunt.
I had never been penetrated in two openings at once. It felt decadent and naughty. The sensations I was feeling from my vagina and clitoris seemed supercharged, as I imagined how I must look being serviced by the rabbit as my mouth serviced Greg. That mental image tipped me over the edge, and I felt the walls of my vagina begin to contract around the invading dildo as my orgasm hit. I had to let Greg's cock fall out of my mouth.
"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh. Cummming. Cummmminggg!," I wailed as my cunt continued to spasm.
Wave after wave of electric pleasure coursed through me. Greg was kneeling over me and furiously pumping his erection. I pulled my legs up and pushed as much of the eight-inch toy into me as I could. A second orgasm hit me almost before the first one ended.
"Agggaiiin. Cummming agaiinnnnn!," I groaned.
At that same moment, I heard Greg grunt and watched as he aimed his cock at my chest. As my orgasm started to subside, jism spurted from the opening of his rod, and four or five ropes of warm semen landed across my breasts. When he was finished, Greg collapsed next to me on the bed.
"Whew! God that was good," he said. "Seems like you had a couple pretty epic orgasms."
"Yeah. I haven't cum that hard in a while," I said, giving his hand a squeeze.
"Why's that do you think?"
"I don't know. I kind of had an out of body experience. Like I was watching myself, you know? The thought of having two cocks in me at the same time is just really erotic. Your cock and the vibrator, I mean."
"Huh," said Greg, turning on his side to look at me. "Is that something you fantasize about? Having two cocks in you?"
"What? No! Of course not."
"Really? The way you came, it seems like it might have crossed your mind before."
"Really Greg, I have all I need right here," I said, reaching down and squeezing his softening erection. I snuggled up to him and gave him a kiss and we fell asleep.
I didn't think I was interested in that kind of thing in real life, but after that night, it DID enter into my fantasies, and thinking about it was guaranteed to start my pussy moistening. We repeated that encounter several times over the next couple of weeks. I started to imagine it was Greg in my mouth and another faceless man fucking me, instead of a vibrator. I always came intensely, and Greg was satisfied to shoot his load on my breasts, and a few times on my face.
One night when I was recovering after a session in which I had a particularly massive set of orgasms, Greg lay next to me with his head propped up in his hand, studying my face.
"You were thinking about doing two guys again weren't you?"
"No! Well, I guess, yeah I was."
"Was I one of them?"
"Yes, of course."
"Who was the other?"
"No one really, I've just been fantasizing about some anonymous guy."
"Huh. Is this something you are thinking about pursuing?"
"No, it's just that the eroticism of that particular situation . . . I don't know, the taboo nature of it, the kinkiness, it just really gets me off. Why are you so interested? Is it something you would LIKE me to pursue?"
"It wouldn't be my first choice, that's for sure. But to be honest, I think every guy wonders what it would be like to see his wife with someone else. The problem is that it just isn't a single moment in time. There would be consequences. So no, I'd rather keep the sex between us."
"Good. Me too."
And I figured that was the closest I would ever come to servicing two men at the same time.
It was getting close to when Will was going to put the house on the market, and one of the last projects was to refinish the hardwood floors. Will and Laura had owned a very energetic chocolate lab whose toenails had really taken their toll. Greg and Will had been out on a Wednesday night ride after work, and when they got back, Greg called me out to the garage. He and Will were standing in the driveway with their bikes, wearing their tight-fitting bike pants and jerseys. I caught myself glancing at Will's groin. The bulge in his pants was significantly larger than the one my husband sported. I quickly looked away, and I don't think either of them noticed.
"Hey good looking," Will said, grinning.
"Hey yourself," I said smiling. "What's up."
"The people who are refinishing Will's floors are coming on Friday and he's got to stay off of them for twenty-four hours. He was going to stay in a hotel, but I told him he should just stay with us. That's okay, right?"
"Sure! As long as you don't mind sleeping in one of the girls' rooms. Not very masculine décor, but the beds are comfortable."
"I don't mind at all. Thanks Sophie. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. If you're nice to me, we may even make you dinner!"
"That'd be great. I'll pick up some wine on the way home from work. We'll probably ride tomorrow and take Friday off, right?"
"That's a good plan," said Greg. "The weather is supposed to be good. We'll probably grill something. Maybe beer can chicken?"
"Love it," Will replied. "I'll get a nice Pinot Noir then. Same time tomorrow?"
"Yep," said Greg.
We watched as Will walked his bike to his garage. We gave each other a wave goodbye and Greg and I went into the house.
"Anything else new with Will?," I asked as Greg went into the laundry room to strip off his biking gear. I could hear him putting a load of clothes into the washing machine.
"Not really. Oh, wait, yes. He created a profile on one of those on-line dating sites."
"Seriously? Huh. I suppose he wants to move on from Laura."
"Yeah, and between work and all the fix-it projects, he's been busy. And he said he can't see himself out on the bar scene looking to meet someone."
