This story could fall within several categories, however, in the end, it's about a mature cheating wife so that's why I have placed it in the Loving Wives genre. Age doesn't matter.
The following story is a work of fiction and does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. A story this long is a bugger to edit so please overlook anything I have missed. Please take a moment and vote if you like the story. Thanks.
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I was in my third month of retirement and I was learning how to be a good house husband. I was beginning to think my previous job was easier and more fun than cooking and cleaning. We still retained our weekly cleaning lady so my cleaning chores were more along the lines of keeping everything tidy. Our kids had long flown the coop so keeping the house tidy was hardly a chore.
I was given the "Golden Handshake" form my job as VP of a large bank, and the offer was just too good to turn down. My wife, Amy, and I, Ed Hughes by the way, spent countless hours discussing my retirement offer and decided it would be a once in a lifetime opportunity.
I was given a quarter million in cash with a matching amount going into my 401K then I received 50% of my monthly salary for life. I was able to keep all my other benefits including insurance. We both thought this was very generous.
So at age 58 I found myself without a job for the first time since I was a teenager although I had several things that I wanted to explore. Writing was one of those as I had long aspired to write but never found an opportunity. Also, I wanted to learn to work with wood, something I found fascinating but again no experience.
Amy, my wife of thirty years was simply the love of my life. She was, six years my junior at fifty-two, had changed little since the first time we met back in college when she was a junior while I was in graduate school. I fell in love at first sight and courted her tirelessly for six months before she agreed to a date. The rest is history as we began to date exclusively and were married after she graduated.
Our two children were born during the second and third year of our marriage and then I got the snip as we agreed two were enough. Amy was a fantastic mother and stayed at home until both started school then got a job in the HR department of a large regional hospital. She is a very caring and unselfish person and that persona comes across naturally when she meets new people.
Our two children are now both settled in professional jobs and have families. Neither live nearby but both are within a four-hour drive.
Amy has worked at the hospital for twenty years and last year was promoted to Chief of Human Resources. A position that carries a lot of responsibility with high expectations.
Before I get ahead of myself a little more about Amy and I. Amy is slender, ginger hair and standing at 5'6" with shapely legs and a sweet little butt. Her breasts are a large B cup with puffy nipples that are the front quarter of her breasts. She has always had a high libido and gets lubricated very easily. I often tease her because she is always lubricated and ready for sex. Amy knows that turns me on.
Sex with Amy is so enjoyable because she is so pro-active and really gets involved. She isn't the passive lay there and fuck me type of woman. I know Amy would be up to daily sex but I can only deal with it two or three times a week. My old body needs time to recover. In short, Amy is always ready for a romp.
Like I've mentioned, my name is Ed, I'm fifty-eight and a little overweight. I stand 5'10" and consider myself pretty much out of shape. One of my retirement goals, in addition to what I have already stated, is to lose weight and get back in condition. Working in a bank is not conducive for hard and lean bodies! I thought if I could lose weight and get in better shape I would be able to enjoy an improved sex life.
So, I find myself in the third month of my retirement enjoying daily the benefits of going to the gym, having lost fifteen lbs. and two inches around the waist and feeling quite proud of myself. My muscle tone has actually improved and the softness in several areas has now been replaced with muscle. My gym has a boxing ring and I hired one of the older trainers to teach me the finer skills of boxing. Boxing is brutal but after a while I began to accept being beaten and actually started to land a few blows myself.
I thought Amy would notice my changed body when we had sex but she never said a word. Instead of pumping for five minutes and taking a rest break I could pump a solid ten minutes or more until I came. Oral sex never gets old and I could diddle her for hours with my fingers. I always got her off but she never mentioned a word about my improved body or performance.
I didn't tell Amy I was going to the gym and she never noticed I was eating less and had cut back on alcohol as well. I just put it down to her new workload and stress of the job. She seemed preoccupied and finally I asked why.
During dinner, I asked, "You seemed totally distracted lately, like you are in a different zone and unaware of anything going on around you. What's wrong?"
Amy thought for a second and finally replied, "Nothing is wrong, I am just overwhelmed by work."
"Would you like to share anything?"
"No, I just need to work it through myself, but thanks for asking."
So that is where we left it.
Amy has to travel every quarter for an HR meeting. She works at a regional hospital and there are over forty scattered across the south in the larger cities. The HR chiefs all gather to meet, discuss strategies, staffing, work through problems, and set financial goals. The meeting goes from Thursday afternoon through Saturday with return on Sunday. The usually venue is the Marriott hotel in whatever city that is chosen.
This would be the fourth time for Amy. I know she looks forward to going and because of her position I encourage her. Networking with other HR chiefs is very beneficial and understanding what works for one often works for all.
We usually eat dinner at 6:30 even though Amy officially finishes work at 5:00. She is rarely able to come home by then so with that in mind I schedule dinner for the later time. If she is unable to get home in time for dinner I usually get a text.
She texted the Wednesday before her Thursday departure saying she was going to be late as she needed to buy a few things for her trip. I said no problem I will put a plate in the microwave. She got home around 8:00 with several bags of clothes. Amy always dresses professionally and maintains a very fashionable wardrobe so I wondered why she needed so many new things for her conference.
I was working on my computer that night while she packed. Later we had wonderful sex and drifted off to sleep holding each other. I would miss her for the next few days but I knew that when she returned on Sunday we would have mind blowing sex.
We both made breakfast the next morning and afterwards as she got in her car I had a tear in my eye. I could count on one hand the number of times Amy and I had been apart during our marriage and four of those times had been to attend the conferences.
Amy and I texted and called each other frequently while she was gone and then before I knew it she was back. She seemed extra horny upon her return and we had even better sex than normal Sunday afternoon. She stayed in bed afterwards and napped while I got dinner together.
We shared a nice bottle of wine during dinner and then she went back to bed using the exhaustion excuse again. I cleaned up and spent some time on the computer before joining her in bed.
The next morning was a bit of a rush with Amy getting ready for work and making time for breakfast and coffee. Just before she departed she asked if I would do her laundry, something she always did herself on Sunday afternoon after returning home. Yesterday, she just collapsed from exhaustion.
I picked up her laundry, from the bedroom floor and as well as the bathroom. I always turn the pants inside out before putting them in the washing machine and imagine my surprise to pull a pair of thongs out of one of the legs. I have asked Amy for years to wear thongs and she has always refused saying she didn't want a strap between the cheeks of her butt claiming it would be uncomfortable. I was completely stunned. Naturally, I smelled the crotch and they definitely smelled like my wife.
Why had she bought and worn a pair of thongs? Surely not for me because I wasn't even there. Was my wife having an affair? Was I getting seconds yesterday when we fucked? I became emotional and had to sit down. There had to be an excuse. This was so unlike my wife but she has been different this past year.
What would I do? Confront Amy? I decided to snoop a little and see if there was anything else. I looked through her closet but found nothing unusual. Then I looked in her chest of drawers and again came empty. Her suitcase was sitting just inside her closet so I pulled it out but found it was locked. Why lock it after you unpack? Fortunately for me, it was a Samsonite and all the keys are the same for the same type of suitcase. We had bought matching suitcases two years ago so I found my key and unlocked Amy's suitcase.
I was speechless by what I found inside. There was a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes with four inch heels. I have known my wife forever and she has never worn anything higher than three inches and never would she pay $500 for a pair of heels that she only wore once in a while. There was a large, garment size, Ziploc bag inside with lingerie, and it was all racy. More thongs, half cup bras, stockings, and very sexy nightgowns.
What the fuck was going on during the conferences? I put everything back and relocked her suitcase. What was I going to do? I loved Amy more than anything or anybody in the world. She was my rock. We shared and did everything together. I could not live without my wife.
That night, during dinner, I told Amy that I had found something very odd in the laundry. This piqued her interest and she asked what. I said, "I will show you."
