Maybe it was the Aperol Spritz.
Or the Chianti.
.
After 44 years of married life in which we were completely true and faithful to each other, my wife Sage cuckolded me. I had loved her. And now I loved her more for doing it.
I don't want to make it sound like it came out of nowhere. I had started telling Sage 20 years ago that I thought it was inevitable that a woman as beautiful as she was would take a lover eventually. A natural redhead, generously dusted with freckles. Graceful and slim, with a generous bust, and with an Irish lilt in her voice. Not an accent, just a way of phrasing, choice of idiom, and pronunciation. Hazel eyes that crinkled just a bit when she laughed. Full soft lips. Of course, now that we had both entered our 70's, her hair was silvery, but you could still tell she was a natural redhead from her pussy hair.
"Sage, I think it's unavoidable - even if you tried to resist. When the right guy comes along, you'll melt into his arms with his first kiss."
That's what I told her. And I knew I was right. It was just not possible that it wouldn't happen sooner or later. And I told her I expected that over time, she'd have more than one lover.
"Once you open up, you'll be a man magnet. I think very quickly you'll have a stable of lovers," I told her. "Maybe a new one every few months. And perhaps going back to a previous one sometimes."
I told Sage she was totally free to do what she pleased as far as taking a lover. It was her decision, not mine. I would support her choice and not try to interfere or spoil it for her. I wouldn't use it against her, and I wouldn't try to take a lover myself. This freedom would be for her only. I just wanted her to be happy and get the most out of life.
Of course, I wasn't saying that out of altruism. I wanted to see her fuck another guy. Or at least hear her tell me all about it.
I knew I would be jealous, but I was good at controlling my emotions. "Dan," Sage always told me, "you're like a rock, hard and immovable." I was sure I could handle it when the day came that she took a lover.
Now Sage took a deep breath and released it.
"Oh, so I'll go from a sweet innocent secuced by a lothario to a total slut with a new guy whenever I get the urge? Do I just check them out from the library?" she smirked. "I can't see it ever happening."
***
It happened in Tuscany. We were there for a ten day vacation. It was a tour with 17 other people, almost all seniors. We were staying in Montecatini Terme, a spa town in Roman times, at the fine old Grand Hotel Liberta.
Sage, Nate and I sat together at dinner the first night. Nate was the only single guy on the tour. He had to sit with someone, and we invited him to join us. He was tall, well built and handsome. He and my Sage were directly across from each other. I was in between on one side. Every time they looked up they saw each other. They each had to turn their head a bit to look at me. Mostly they just looked at each other. I was used to men looking at her. But this time she was looking back at the man. They mostly talked to each other with hardly a word for me.
I had ordered Sage a drink, an Aperol spritz. She finished it while I was working on my gin and tonic. Then I asked the waiter what Chianti locals favored and we had to try that. I encouraged her to enjoy the Chianti. As dinner went on, I ordered a second bottle and kept topping off our glasses.
Nate and Sage had a lot in common. They were both cat people, not dog people. They both loved to travel, and had been to several of the same places. They both adored British tv detective mysteries. They both had a weakness for rom-coms. They both liked long walks and bicycling. They both were moderately conversant in spanish. And they both loved tacos.
Nate was now divorced, but was, of course, looking. His wife lost interest in sex. She wanted less, he wanted more, and their marriage broke up.
I felt like Sage had forgotten I was there. I realized at one point they were playing footsie with each other. Sage's long leg was extended under the tablecloth, as was his leg. I detected subtle vibrations in the table, and shifts in body position that revealed what was going on. I was shocked she would do this in public. But I was also wildly excited. It sure seemed like the game was afoot. OK, bad joke.
We fnished dinner and were ready to go to our rooms.
"Oopsie," said Sage as she bumped the table a bit getting up after dinner.
"You're a little unsteady,"Nate said as we left the table and started back to our room. "It's been a long day. I'll take your arm and walk with you."
"Why thank you kind sir," she said.
I opened the door to our room and let them go through. She sat right down on the bed and looked up at him, leaning slightly back on her arms, waiting.
"Honey, I want to reward Nate for helping me get you back to the room," I said.
She said nothing, but smiled at Nate.
Here goes, I thought..."Honey, he's going to put his cock in you for a bit."
"Why thank you Dan," she answered without breaking eye contact with Nate.
"Nate, give me a hand, would you? Let's get her out of these clothes and into bed." He jumped to help me.
"Should I be naked? Since our marriage, no other man has seen me that way," Sage said to me, but while looking at him.
