This is a true story of the sexual awakening of a married, middle-aged woman. It's also a story about fulfilling her husband's life long fantasy.
My name is Bill and I'm 56 years old. I'm a retired corporate executive. Donna, my wife, is 49 years old and is a home maker. We have been married for over 25 years. My wife and I live comfortably in an upscale west coast community. We have two grown daughters that live in neighboring states. Fortunately, through good investing, real estate holdings, and a rather large inheritance from my parents, I was able to comfortably retire at an early age.
My wife, I must admit, remains very attractive after all these years. At 5' 8" and 135 pounds, she still turns heads wherever we go. She is a wonderful mother and, due to my travel as a corporate executive, essentially raised our two daughters on her own. I love her very much and consider her a friend and partner.
Besides her overall beauty, her best physical attribute are her breasts. They are a full "C" cup and remain firm to this day. Her nipples are as large as a pencil eraser and are very sensitive. When aroused, they grow considerably larger. Despite my constant compliments, she considers her nipples unattractive and tries to cover them at all costs.
Donna has never been adventurous when it comes to sex. Although she is an active participant and will usually orgasm during our love making sessions, she has always been reluctant to try anything new or different.
During our early years of marriage Donna would occasionally agree to engage in oral sex or try different sexual positions. However, I was always the instigator. I thought Donna went along with my requests because she felt as if it were her duty and not because she was interested in trying something new. This made me feel extremely guilty because I felt as if I was taking advantage of her for my own selfish purposes. My self-imposed guilt continued to grow to the point where I stopped suggesting that we try anything new or different. As a result, I consider our sex life routine and unfulfilling.
I've always had the fantasy of watching my wife have sex with another man. In our early years of marriage I often told Donna of my fantasy. Whenever I brought up the subject Donna would usually respond with "I just want you and no one else". After continually rejecting my repeated requests, one night she told me to stop asking her to do something she would never consider and to never mention it to her again. After that night I made a promise to myself to never again raise the subject to her. Although I've kept my promise, it still remains a secret fantasy of mine.
The house directly across the street had been vacant for several months. The house was in total disrepair with waist-high weeds in the front yard. Apparently, the couple that owned the home got caught in the mortgage crunch and decided to walk away. According to the neighborhood gossip, the house was in the process of foreclosure.
One day while puttering around in the front yard I saw a man moving boxes in the garage of the vacated home. Thinking it might be an intruder, I walked over and asked him what he was doing.
The stranger extended his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Steve your new neighbor".
I shook his hand and introduced myself. Steve, a tall and handsome man in his early forties, explained that he had recently purchased the home at auction. He said that for the last few years he made a nice living by "flipping" houses. He would buy run down homes, fix them up, and sell them for a profit.
Steve explained that he was previously a general contractor but found he could make more money flipping houses without the headaches of running a business. Steve told me that with the mortgage crisis, flipping houses wasn't any longer lucrative. Steve said this was going to be his last house to turn over. He had been saving his money in order to move to Alaska. He had purchased several acres of land outside of Juneau and was preparing to build his dream house.
Steve told me that due to bidding pressure, he paid more than expected for this house. He was confident, however, that he could make a nice profit when he was done with the work. Steve estimated that with 4 months of hard work, the house would be ready to sell and he would be able to move to Alaska. I wished Steve the best and told him to come over if he needed any help.
Steve was transforming the dilapidated house into a showplace. All of the neighbors were in awe of Steve's work. One day the doorbell rang and there stood Steve. He asked if I could help him with some kitchen cabinets. I told him I would be happy to assist and we went over to his house. It was a very hot day and Steve had his shirt off. You could see from his chiseled chest, bulging biceps and flat stomach that Steve was in great physical shape. After we were done with the cabinets, I asked Steve to come over to my house for a beer.
Steve began rummaging through a pile of clothes on the floor and said, "Sure, just let me find a shirt."
Steve put on a wrinkled old work shirt but left it unbuttoned. As we entered the house I yelled to Donna that we had company. Donna had briefly met Steve before but never really talked to him. Donna and Steve exchanged pleasantries and I went to the kitchen to grab a couple of brews.
When I returned, Donna and Steve were talking like old friends. Steve was explaining what he had done to the house and how he was excited about finally relocating to Alaska. I noticed while they were talking that Donna was admiring Steve's body. Steve finished his beer, thanked us, and said he needed to get back to work. Donna walked Steve to the door and told him to drop by if he wanted some company. Donna casually mentioned to me that Steve seemed very nice and that she found him to be extremely handsome. Donna commented that Steve had "movie star looks". She asked if Steve had a wife or girlfriend. I said I didn't think so since he was the only one living at the house.
Donna and I would occasionally see Steve during our comings or goings. We would always wave to each other but that was the extent of our friendship.
One warm afternoon I was attempting to repair a leaking lawn sprinkler. Although the leak was originally very small, as I attempted to tighten the sprinkler head, water began gushing everywhere. Fortunately for me Steve had observed my dilemma from across the street, rushed over and shut off the main water valve. After telling me to go change into dry clothes, Steve proceeded to repair the leak. In no time everything was back to normal.
I thanked Steve profusely and offered to pay him for his help. He refused and told me that good neighbors help each other in times of need. I told him the least we could do was have him over for a home cooked meal.
Steve thought it over for a few seconds and then said, "Bill, that sounds like a great offer. I haven't had a home cooked meal in ages. What time do you want me to come over?"
I said I'd check with Donna, but unless he heard otherwise, he should plan on arriving by 7:00.
I went into the house and asked Donna if it would be OK for Steve to have dinner with us as repayment for his help with the sprinkler problem. Donna said that sounded like fun. She had planned on having me grill steaks for dinner and said she'd simply take another steak from the freezer for Steve. I told her Steve would be over at 7:00.
Donna was showering while I was preparing the grill and mixing a batch of margaritas. At exactly 7:00 the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Steve with a bottle of wine.
"Here's a small gift for the host." Steve said as he handed me the wine. I thanked him and poured us a round of drinks.
As we were engaging in small talk I mentioned to Steve how this was the first time I'd seen him without his work clothes and his sweat-stained baseball cap. He responded that he usually works from dawn until well into the evening and rarely goes out. He said after work he usually just has a bowl of cereal before going to bed. Steve said he was looking forward to a real dinner.
Just as I was pouring our second round of margaritas, I heard Donna say, "Hey, what about me? You guys got an early start".
Steve and I turned and saw Donna coming down the hallway. She was wearing a low-cut strapless sun dress that really accented her tan and beautiful breasts. Since I could see the faint outline of her nipples through her dress, it was apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.
Donna went over to Steve, gave him a hug, and thanked him for repairing the sprinkler. She also told him how handsome he looked. Steve blushed at her comments but managed to tell Donna that she looked beautiful in her dress and that I was a lucky man to have such a gorgeous wife. I could see that Donna enjoyed the compliments as her nipples were becoming more visible through the fabric of her dress.
I poured another round of drinks and told Steve and Donna that I would start grilling the steaks. Steve asked if I need any help.
I said, "No, just relax and visit with Donna."
I returned with the steaks and we proceeded to have quite a feast. We finished the wine that Steve had brought and also finished a second bottle. We were having a great time.
After dinner we went into the living room. Donna made a fresh pot of coffee and we continued our conversation. Donna finally asked Steve, "How come a handsome guy doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Steve replied, "I really don't have much time for women right now, but I must admit I miss the intimacy."
