As we have stated in the past, we co-write many of our stories. We have a good time doing it and don't mind the negative comments. Some are helpful, but most are not. We want to thank all those who read our stories and comment in the positive. Especially, those who E-Mail us with there comments. They are always welcome and we will reply if an E-Mail address is given.
Now for some of our readers this subject is angering to them. We will attempt to write our first true Cuckold story of a wife cuckolding her husband to get the satisfaction she desires.. I know this will not be to some people's liking so we are warning those readers now.
My wife wants to write this story. Be gentle, it is her first solo.
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For the first 30 years of our marriage and l year before, I had never given any thought to having sex with anyone but my husband. He kept me completely satisfied. In fact, his sex drive was always greater than mine.
My name is Kathy, at 55 years of age, I still can turn heads with my 5'6", 132 lb. body. My B cup breasts are managing to stay where they belong, my mid section is a bit thicker, but not disturbingly so, my hips are still the 36" they always were and my ass and legs are still my best features, due to the aerobics and walking that I do.
Hubby's name is Jim and at 55, he is in the best shaped physically in his life. His days at the fitness center have kept his body firm and at 5"9" and 180 lbs., he still cuts a fine figure of a man. The problem is his sex drive.
After menopause, my sex drive kicked into overdrive and about a year ago his went into neutral. He started taking the "little blue pill" but that got to be a hassle. You pretty much have to be on a schedule to take that and that was not me.
It got very frustrating for both of us. Him, not always able to perform and me not able to get satisfaction, I need.
We discussed what we should do. Dildos, oral, yah, I love oral but it is not something that gets me off all the time. There seemed to be only one solution and both of us knew what that was but were both hesitating to bring it up.
For me to take a lover. I had been thinking about this for a couple months now, but had not acted on it. There were a couple guys who were always kidding around about if my husband no longer wanted me, to put them at the top of my list.
He said he wasn't sure he could handle me having sex with another guy and that watching us was out of the question. Another man bringing his wife the sexual pleasure he no longer could and having to watch it. I could not deal with that either
I know what this whole scenario made him. A cuckold.
After more discussion, we agreed that I would try to find someone that I knew and trusted to keep it to himself. I told him about a couple guys at work and that I was sure of them, because of their positions there.
They were both young, healthy specimens. One white, Tom and one black ,Jarrett. Either would fit the bill just fine. Both around 6 ft tall or so, in great physical condition. Well groomed and with outgoing personalities. Jim didn't know either of them. This was good.
The next day at work, I made it my priority to check them both out. They both worked in Security, so I saw them on the floor, off and on. I had talked to both several times and they had both flirted with me and had more than once asked me to go out for a drink. From what I had observed of them, there was no way I could chose one over the other. Either one would do, or maybe both.
That night at home I told Jim about them and that I felt either of them would be a great lover, but couldn't make up my mind. I didn't mention their names.
I had one time mentioned to him that two of the guys who worked there, would flirt with me, tell me I was a MILF and ask me out for drinks. Jarrett even asked me once if I dated. At the time I told him, no, my husband wouldn't like that.
Now it looked like he would approve. He told me, " Next time one of them asks you out, go for it. See where it leads and if the time seems right, do what you have to do." "Just remember I don't want to know anything about what you are doing, who it is or if there are more than one involved. What happens between you, stays between you. My hope would be that if they were to disrespect me and you know what I mean, that you would think enough of us and what we have to walk away." I told him I could live with all that and no one would disrespect him and still be with me.
Thursday, Jarrett, came into my office and started his usual "come-on", asking me if I still didn't date.
"Jarrett, are you serious or are you just fucking with me."
"Hell, no babe, how about we go out for a few drinks after work tomorrow night. I know a quite place. Nice and intimate." I could. do intimate.
"Ok, it's a date. I'll bring a change of clothes, so I don't have to go home."
"Make it something short and sexy."
I told Jim that night, that I was going out for drinks after work. That was all I told him. He didn't want to know, so I didn't tell him.
"Just give me a call if you are gonna be late. So I don't worry." I told him I would.
Friday afternoon,before changing into my party clothes, I went to the fitness center and took a shower and did my hair. I gave it a bit of a tease, instead of the usual straight look.
Back in my office, I laid out the outfit for tonight. Black shelf bras and sheer French cut panties, ultra sheer black stockings with a wide lacy top and a black six strap garter belt. I chose a silk, shimmery silver blouse with raglan sleeves. I love the look it give my B cup tits, held high by the bra, when I walk. Bouncy. The skirt was dark gray, tight fitting around my hips and firm ass. From there it flared out into wide pleats, giving it a flirty look. It stopped a good five inches above my knees. I stepped into a pair of black, strappy, sling back sandals with 4 inch heels. I put on hot pink lip gloss to match my nails. Last but not least, a spray of Satin & Lace, down my cleavage, behind each ear and pulling up my skirt, a big one on the front of my panties.
I was ready for my date with Jarrett. He had given me directions to the place we were going to. Did not want to arouse suspicion, getting into the same car. Especially dressed like I was.
As we walked through the door, I was pleasingly shocked.