Betrayal Times Two

Betrayal Times Two

By Rae & Roger

This is fiction folks. Some places referenced are real, but it has been a long time. Very little sex here and no intended BTB or RAAC. You be the judge. I hope this a smile and even a tear. All persons in this story are over the age of eighteen. Also, not autobiographical nor referencing anyone we know. All rights reserved by the author.

Two Years Ago

Friday morning, August 4

Mary Miller rocks a one-piece bathing suit like no other woman of 68. This was a new pool for her here in The Villages. Dee suggested they go for the water aerobics class taught by the hunky Tyler Schmidt. Tyler was big and muscular and had a reputation for getting into the pool with his 'girls' as he called them. While the ladies kept time moving to the heavy beat of music, he would assist the new girls by helping them keep time to the music and movement.

Tyler coveted the new 'girl', Mary. Mary's friend had been coerced to bring Mary to Tyler's classes. Mary seemed to require a bit of assistance. Tyler sidled up behind Mary nudging his erection into her but and placing his hands on her hips from behind. Cooing to her, "here, sway your hips to the beat of the music." Tyler was sure to rotate Mary's hips in a sensual sway coming into contact with his engorged muscle. Whispering in her ear, "that's it, darling. Get those luscious hips of yours moving like you're riding my massive cock to a huge orgasm. Nice. Your husband is one lucky man to have such a fabulously sexy babe riding him." He moved on.

Even though Mary was flustered by Tyler's boldness, she was blushing from having such a 'hunk' touching her. Mary's imagination was wild and hardly under her control. As Mary and Dee exited the pool at the end of the class, Tyler approached both. "I sure hope you two come by for my next class. I'd love to work more closely with the two most beautiful women in Florida. However, I don't believe either of you need much. You two are luscious as is." He walked away at that point. Mary blushed and Dee giggled. The girls just looked at each other with a knowing smile.

Friday morning, August 25

It didn't take long for the muscular predator to advance his seduction of both mature babes. Dee had already tasted the forbidden fruit, so to speak and been recruited by Tyler to help seduce Mary. Mary was falling for Tyler's line of bullshit. "Mary, how about you come to my place for hot yoga later?" Tyler's seduction was in full swing.

Dee whispered to her best friend, winking, "you should go to him. He is absolutely worth it."

Friday afternoon, August 25

It only took seven encounters with the hunky water aerobics instructor for Mary to find herself in Tyler's apartment and succumbing to his seduction. Tyler's overly hot living room had yoga mats spread around the floor. The heat and music ambiance proved the undoing of the 68-year-old Mary. Tyler's practiced seduction commenced with muscular hands-on manipulation of Mary's hips in the 'downward facing dog' pose.

Tyler's sultry cooing, "Mary, you are beautiful and sexy. You will be more comfortable after I remove your restrictive clothing." Gasping, Mary did not object to Tyler's skilled seduction. Experienced hands deftly removed Mary's tight yoga pants revealing her luscious, meaty hips. Mmmm, no panties. "Stand up, darling, I gotta' see your magnificent tits." He pulled Mary's sports bra over her head. Yup, they are magnificent. "Damn, you are a sexy thing, sweetheart." Kissing his way from her lips to her nips, Mary shivered. His sucking and kissing brought Mary's pussy into full flood. Tyler's right hand moved from tweaking her full breasts to her soaking snatch.

As his fingers stoked and pushed into Mary's wetness, she moved her legs further apart. Tyler inserted a third finger and curled in finding her G-spot. Mary groaned in anticipation. Tyler's thumb located and teased her clit. Mary felt the tremor of anticipation as her first orgasm approached. Tyler stopped before that happened. Maybe it will get better.

Tyler was sure he was rocking Mary's world like he had promised. Mary knelt in front of Tyler extracting his rigid cock from his speed-o. Mary paid homage to his penis. She was disappointed in its average size thinking Dee had said it was huge. Nope, but hey, it was a new cock for her anyway. She kissed, stroked, tongued, sucked and pulled. "I need you in me," she pleaded breathlessly.

Never one to waste time when defiling a new conquest, Tyler took his next bedpost notch to his sofa. Twirling Mary around, he bent her over the arm of his ratty sofa. Dragging his cock head through Mary's soaking lips, he speared himself all the way into her quim. Nothing gentle and loving about this move from the bastard. Less than a minute later, Tyler blew his load (what there was of it) into Mary's pussy and pulled out. The smug predator smirked, "how was that, baby? Better than your dickless husband, I'll bet?"

Disappointed with her seducer and herself, Mary stood up and turned to confront the low-life she had allowed to invade what, until now, had been her husband's.

With anger directed toward the scum, "wow, is that the best you can do? I thought you might last a bit longer. (Louder) I haven't even cum and you're done? (Now yelling.) What the fuck, Tyler? I thought you were some sort of stud. Dee must have been on drugs thinking you were some sex god."

Pissed, the insulted Tyler stood, "Fuck off, bitch! You old twats are a dime a dozen. At least I didn't have to waste a rubber on you like I did with your friend Dee. At least she sucked my cock before she took it in the ass. Now, put your clothes on and get out. Go back to your miserable little husband." Tyler stalked into his bathroom slamming the door.

Suddenly the guilt hit Mary. She realized she had fucked up big time. Angry at herself, Mary pulled on her yoga pants and sports bra. Leaving Tyler's pitiful apartment, she ran to her golf cart, sobbing at her foolishness and drove home.

Ashamed and embarrassed, Mary resolved to never submit to the humiliation she had just endured. No man would ever use her again including her husband. Mary was going to have angry words with Dee. Mary and Dee never went to another Tyler class.

Tyler was forced to leave the state suddenly after several of his conquests were discovered to have STDs precipitating several messy divorces. Maybe he got what he deserved. No one knows for sure, but the damage was done. It burned when Mary peed.

# # # #

A Year Ago

Nearly a year after Tyler

From The Villages to the northern wilderness

Forty-six years married and there was never any sign that my wife was unhappy with me. However, Mary

had become more withdrawn from her husband. There is unrest in 'the force' as they say and our happy home was about to change, drastically. Ray's wife was acting more like a bad roommate than his loving wife. Crap!

Mary has become even more distant and abusive toward me over the past year. I suppose that is to be expected after so many years with the same 'old man'. Add that to being empty nesters. The kids don't call. The grandchildren are busy with their own lives. Mary's husband (me) just does not seem to curl her toes anymore. We haven't been intimate in more than three years. Color me sad.

Mary is just 69 and fills her one-piece swimsuit like the sexy goddess she is. Well, I think so. Mary is five foot five and carrying (maybe) ten extra pounds from childbearing so many years ago. She says she feels old and unattractive. No matter what I say, she tells me that 'you just have to say that because you're my husband'. Honestly folks, I am exasperated because I still adore her and crave our intimacy. She has a set of boobs that would bring tears to every man and an ass that 'just won't quite'. Her gray short hair adds to her allure as a GILF with those amazing jugs and squeezable ass.

Well, you have two kids and work for 50 years and see what you feel like. Mary is still attractive and turns the heads of men with discerning taste in women. She is a knockout for almost seventy years old. Mary refuses to even be naked in front of me let alone intimate. Ok, so I needed the blue pill to help me along the last time we had sex, but I am still very interested. It has been a long time.

I still try. I've suggested nude day, sensual massage, joint showers, late night streaking, alcohol and I'm running out of ideas. HELP!

What would any old guy do to kick start intimacy with his lover? You guessed it, I talked to my close friends. The 'old guy crew' seems to have the same problem with lack of intimacy with their wives. The 'crew' tossed a lot of ideas about.

Friday night, July 5

"How about we suggest swapping husbands?" That was shot down as soon as it left John's mouth. I don't know for sure why it was such a bad idea except; and here's the big reason; no guy wants to share his wife with his old-guy-crew friends (so I thought).

John came back with deeper reasoning. "Guys, our ladies want passion, right? We used to provide that in so many ways, but now it's just the 'same old same old' for our wives. What say we invite the girls to some sort of forum discussion about passion and intimacy?"

"Lord, I'd just like Mary to engage in a conversation about our sex life. Anyone else have an idea?"

Roger (the troublemaker) pipes up; "why not have the girls have one of those lingerie-sex toy parties fueled by too much alcohol?" Silence. You could hear the brain gears meshing among the guys.

John, Tom, Larry and I were stunned. "Shit, anything's worth a try," John whispers.

Heads were shaking all around. You'd think five seventy-something year old guys would come up with something better than this potential disaster, but we were hooked on trying this or anything that would bring back our love lives.

John started hesitantly, "Roger, how do you suppose we go about getting the wives interested in this fiasco? Uh, and what happens if this backfires on us?"

The 'troublemaker' ponders for a minute while the rest of the crew sip our beer. "I know a guy..." We all started hooping and howling at that.

"No, really guys. My friend's wife has been giving these in-home lingerie parties like Tupperware with lotions, creams, sex toys and other stuff. I'll give him a call and see if this is a good idea and how we can get it going. If you're all game, I'll call him tomorrow and we can figure it out." Agreement all around. We seem to have a plan and the whole crew sincerely hope this changes things at home for all of us.

Of course, I asked the dumb question; "what if the girls won't go to a party like this?" Crickets

# # # #

At the same time. Mary places her cards face-up on the card table, "gin". The other ladies folded their cards to the middle of the table.

Linda suggested, "you seem lucky tonight, Mare. You gonna' take your luck home and get some from that hunk you're married to?"

"You're fucking kidding, right? Ray keeps trying to get sex, but it's not happening."

Dee piped in, "my Roger keeps pestering me for sex, too. I just wish he was... well, different. Do you girls understand?" Crickets

"Really, girls, I'm not opposed to sex. Matter of fact, I like it, but why can't men come up with something different? You know, something more exciting?"

Linda added, "Tom seems to think the old wham-bam-thank-you-mam is going to make me happy. Where did the excitement go? We used to be spontaneous and that was exciting."

Susan harumphed, "Larry needs the blue pill to even get a proper hard on. What is a girl to do if she wants a little excitement? I can't see seeking relief from some stranger." Crickets

Silent, but nodding her head, Mary mumbles, "it's time for a change in my life. Girls, I'm going home and getting drunk. Ray just isn't doing it for me anymore."

Mary walked home getting angrier as she walked. Thinking to herself, "Ray's just not good enough for me anymore. He has to leave. I deserve a better partner. I need a stud, not a dud."

# # # #

That was Friday night while the wives were playing cards at Roger and Dee's townhome. Our crew of five meet at the local watering hole for old guys while they play cards. Mary was late coming home after cards and stomped in around 10:30 p.m. You'd think that that was not late, but the card games usually end about eight.

I asked, "did you have a good time tonight sweetheart?"

Mary halted her stomping toward the kitchen for another glass of wine to say, "pretty much the usual. Dee (Roger Klein's wife) drank too much wine and started spouting how Roger is such an asshole and asking for sex all the time. Dee admitted she hasn't had sex with Roger in over a year. Linda pipes up saying she has the same problem with Tom. Susan just nodded in agreement but confirms that Larry needs a little blue pill boost to even 'come close' to giving her a 'happy ending'."

Wow, TMI. With some trepidation, I asked, "honey, what did you tell them about us?" Crickets

The anger on Mary's face said it all. Then she caustically stated, "to be quite honest, Ray, you just don't do it for me anymore. Matter of fact, you just turn me off and the girls completely understand how I feel about having any intimacy with you at all. Matter of fact I feel all you men want is sex and are real pigs about it." With that, Mary continued into the kitchen to retrieve a glass of wine leaving me devastated and mute.

Hurt, I muttered, "Fuck! I didn't see that coming, Mary."

She smirked at me, "get over it, Ray. You're just like all men, pigs." With wine in hand as she proceeded to our bedroom to get ready for bed leaving me alone and destroyed. Geez, she just acknowledged telling our friends that she doesn't find me attractive. SHIT! She thinks my wishing to make love is nothing other than getting my rocks off. FUCK!

# # # #

Stunned, I sat in my living room in the dark and stunned at the end of our marriage. For crying out loud, I'm seventy years old and have just had my heart broken to bits by the woman I have loved for nearly fifty years. What would you do? I went for a walk around our community with tears streaming down my face like rain.

Finding myself at Roger's townhome, I knocked on their door. Roger turned on their porch light and opened the door. "Geez Ray, its after eleven thirty." Then he must have seen the shape I was in and the tears still running down my face. I slumped to the stoop and began sobbing again in my hands. I was inconsolable and destroyed.

Roger turned off the porch light, closed the front door and sat with me on the stoop as I tried to get it together enough to explain what had happened. It took some time, but I related the entire conversation with Mary.

Roger observed, "shit, that doesn't sound like a conversation. Ray, you need to get your act together and start working on a plan to change her mind. Maybe you can suggest you two go for counseling or a trial separation prior to a complete divorce. Sorry to be so harsh, but do you want to keep her as your wife?"

Remembering Roger was a retired lawyer, I shrugged and whispered, "what did I do wrong, Rog? I thought we had a great marriage. I worked hard to make our lives together the best I could. We raised two great kids and have terrific grandchildren. I always found the money to get us by in the early days and provided more than enough money for a comfortable retirement. Mary worked at a job she loved even though it didn't provide much money for our finances. We had wonderful vacations with the kids and grands. Rog, she called me a pig. Where did that come from?"

Nearly shouting, "my god, I brought flowers and special dinners and so much more! Where did I go wrong?"

"We all did those things, buddy. Some wives don't appreciate the good guy they have. They start comparing the 'what ifs' and comparing their lives to other people they think they know."

"Yah, but what can I do to get her to love me again?"

"Maybe nothing, Ray. Let me talk with Dee tomorrow and see what she thinks. Maybe the party thing to spice up our collective intimacy is a bad idea if the girls all feel the same way." Thinking, "where did this idea regarding all men being the same?"

I thanked Roger and turned to go. "Rog, please come up with something."

Stopping and changing my mind, I just knew what I had to do. "Ya know what, don't bother. I have a plan. Good night, Roger."

Roger thought, "oh shit" and watched his friend walk toward his home with his head down and moving slowly. "Damn!"

# # # #

Roger re-entered his home. Dee was just getting under the covers when he walked into their bedroom. "Who was that at the door this late at night?"

"Ray. He was completely destroyed by Mary tonight. Just what did you girls talk about during your card party tonight?" More crickets. Silence. Uncomfortable silence from Dee.

Dee started, "shit! Us girls were talking about our sex lives or lack thereof." Attempting to defend herself and her friends, "it was just a hen party. It didn't mean anything. Besides, we always complain about our husbands, don't you guys complain about your wives?"

"No! Whatever was said, Mary told Ray that he just, and I quote, don't turn her on anymore. Also, she called him and all men, pigs. Have you girls lost your collective minds? (with a raised voice) Husbands spend their entire married lives trying to please their wives. We provide. We take care of the things that wives can't or won't do. We pretty much grab the 'dirty end of the stick' so our wives don't have to. Then, you kick us in the teeth because we get older."

In a condescending voice, Dee sneers, "oh, come on, Roger. You can't be serious. We don't do any such thing. Your damn little male egos just can't handle wives......"

Interrupting and yelling now, "little male egos? Are you fucking out of your mind? Is that how you girls think of us guys? Truly, Ray may not be the only man in our group considering divorcing his selfish, condescending wife! Tell you what, sweetheart, I'll be sleeping in the guest bedroom until my 'little male ego' heals." Roger stomped out leaving Dee dumbstruck.

Dee seemed amused and smirked to herself, "he'll be back if he knows what's good for him. Men are all the same."

Dee punched in Mary's cell number and waited for an answer.

# # # #

Mary was asleep, alone in her bed when her cell phone rang. Answering, "hello".

"Mary, what the fuck did you say to Ray? You didn't tell him about Tyler, did you? Roger just blew up and is sleeping in the guest room. Geez, Roger is talking divorce and says that Ray is going to leave you!"

"Oh hell no. Ray wouldn't dare to leave me. He just got his little feelings hurt when I told him that he didn't turn me on anymore."

"Oh shit, you stupid, fucking cow. That is going to get back to all the guys. What have you done?"

"Hey, it's the truth. If Ray's ego can't take the truth; maybe I should just leave him and find....."

Interrupting, "oh my god, do you hear yourself? Ray is a good man and you stomped all over his heart. Where is he now? You'd better go to him and fix your personal life now or you won't have a husband. Why would you tell him that all men are pigs? WTF Mary." Dee hung up.

"It'll wait until morning." Mary rolled over to go back to sleep.

# # # #

Mary rose at 7:15 a.m. Still angry, she yelled out, "Ray, where the hell are you?" No answer. Mary searched her home for her husband. "Oh fuck!" Mary found Ray's handwritten note on the kitchen table under his wedding band and cell phone.