We lived in a garrison town and my forty-year-old husband Tony was reading the local paper and exclaiming disgusting over and over again. “Do you see this Jenny, a study by the university says that tests have shown that one in four of the children born in this town have been conceived in a cuckolding situation!
That’s ten times the national average; it’s those randy soldiers fucking married women I’ll bet! And if so many have been born how many other married women are being fucked by other men and not conceiving?”
“Your right Tony it’s terrible but it must be a mistake I’ve never heard of any hanky panky at all locally. It’s a good job we work in the city and aren’t here much anyway!” He handed me the paper to read and he was right, it said one in four husbands had been cuckolded. The study also revealed than few of the husbands knew the child or children had been fathered by a different guy and were working hard to raise another mans offspring!
Tony was correct it was disgusting, I thought of our situation I was now a thirty-eight year old executive married for the last twenty years to the only man I’d ever had sex with. In all that time I’d never even been tempted to stray. Our sex life admittedly had decreased over the years from every day to once a week on a Saturday night.
The main reason was that with both of us having such high-powered city jobs we spent little time in our home during the week and by the time we’d had a meal we fell into bed exhausted and were both soon asleep. Even the Saturday night routine sex had become boring but I considered this was what happened when you’d been together for so many years.
I thought back to our honeymoon where we’d both had our first sex; it was disappointing to me even then. Not what I expected at all, Tony only lasted a few seconds before spewing his cum into the condom. It hadn’t got a lot better since. He’d never been able to hold back long enough to give me an orgasm and we now only has sex as a routine thing.
I’d not got on with the pill but as our sex acts were so infrequent it wasn’t a problem and in anycase Tony needed the rubber to slow down his ejaculations to a level that gave me any semblance of good feelings.
I’d heard about other women who brought themselves to orgasm but my upbringing as a pastors daughter had instilled in me that any form of sex that was not with your spouse in the missionary position was sinful.
Tony joined a territorial unit in the town, meaning a Wednesday training and frequent weekends away plus one fortnight a year at camp. This was never at the local barracks but at a proper training facility hundreds of miles away. I didn’t care it gave me time to myself.
When he was away one weekend a squddie from the local military barracks called and asked me if I wanted my windows cleaned. They were filthy so I let him clean them; this guy looked in his early twenties. The man was handsome in a rugged sort of way; I noticed that as he cleaned the glass his biceps were rippling as they stood out from his sleeveless vest.
I knew I shouldn’t be looking at him like this; I was a happily married woman after all. But his white vest was now saturated with sweat and I could see his upper body was also tightly muscled. I tried to look away but couldn’t, being fascinated by the boys physique.
When he was finished I paid him his five pounds and he said his name was Jim he was indeed twenty years old and in the black economy so he could save for a motorbike. I suggested, “That’s to take your girlfriend out on I expect?” “No,” he said blushing, “though I’m twenty I’ve never had a girlfriend I m not keen on young women, I admire more mature ladies but unfortunately non fancy me it seems.
“Don’t be so sure,” I said, “you’re a good-looking guy; you’ll find a lady friend soon I’m certain. “I hope so,” he said looking strait into my eyes with his light blue ones. “Would you like me to call again each month Mrs --?” “Call me Jenny,” I said without thinking, yes please come regularly Jim.
He stripped off his soaking vest and I could see he had six pack stomach mussels. Replacing his vest with a clean tee shirt he said in a deep sexy voice, “It will be my pleasure Jenny.” Then he was off down the road.
I stood still for a moment watching Jims small firm bum as it moved in a naturally sexy way in his tight jeans. Then I came to my senses, what was I doing, I was a married woman. With a start I realized I’d not thought happily married this time, what was I letting myself do thinking about another male who was almost half my age.
I realized I was doing things an older married girl shouldn’t do, girl I’d not thought of myself as that for years. What a naughty girl I was, surly this was sinful what would my minister father say if he knew I was lusting for a man nearly young enough to be my son. Did I think lusted that’s disgusting but I knew it was true to my shame.
Trying to get my mind back under control so got out my bible and tried to read. But couldn’t concentrate, thoughts of Jims finely muscled body kept intruding. I went to the computer turned it on to get to my E mail site, perhaps my husband would have sent me a message to say he loved me and this would put my thoughts on an even keel.
I clicked my mouse on the arrow to find the last E mail shortcut, but it wasn’t there instead there were a series of disgusting shortcut addresses. It was obvious Tony had been looking at naughty pictures. Why wasn’t he satisfied with me, I felt hurt by this?
I was angry I’d give him hell when he got home! Then I realized to do this I’d have to open a link to find out what they were about, they were probably quite innocent. So I clicked the first one.”
A window opened that showed a big built lady that the blurb said was fifty-five years old. But what got my attention was a series of pictures showing this old woman with a skinny youth in his twenties not unlike Jim the window-cleaning soldier. There was also a panel marked video sample, had my disgusting husband looked at this I wondered.
There was only one way to find out, with my fingers trembling I clicked in the sample screen. A panel came up saying you’ve already downloaded this video do you want to re down load, another said open run. The basted he’d checked this out so I clicked to open it.
It showed an old woman with fat thighs and bubbly bum; her massive tits sagging southwards from her age and their weight. But it was her sex partner in his twenties that fascinated me; he even looked like Jim the soldier window cleaner, skinny and muscular.
