I Want Jimmys Thing In Me

Our story

We had been happily married for more than 25 years when this all took place.

We were still deeply in love, and I knew how lucky I was to have such a sexy, fun loving partner for all these years.

We met while in high school, and really fell for each other. We were both still virgins. Oh, I had felt a few tits and rubbed fully clothed genitals with a couple of girls, and actually came off in my pants once, but that had been the extent of my sexual exploits. She had even less experience than that.

Once we figured out where all of our parts fit together, we went through a couple of years of sex at every chance we got. And some pretty stupid places. We came close to being caught in the act a bunch of times, but we were kids, and that just seemed to make it even more exciting.

We married in our early 20s and our sexual excitement continued but frequency eventually took a beating.

Like most married couples, as the years rolled by and having a number of children, the sex became less frequent. Fortunately, the heat was always still there. When we got some alone time, we still sucked and fucked like teenagers. Since this is the only woman, I have had real sex with, I can't speak for how other couples are at this point in their lives, but my wife has always had a strong sex drive and was willing to try just about anything short of anal.

But here is what I really wanted to tell you about.

This one summer, we skipped our normal rental location and decided to try a new beach a lot further away. We both come from big families, so someone always seemed to be dropping by. We still had a lot of drop ins at the end of the first week and all weekend. The second week we were completely on our own.

I used to hate lying on the beach, but as I got older and swimsuits got skimpier, I just gave in to the fact that I was a dirty old man and dutifully dragged my towel to the beach and there I sat.

One day as I was gawking, I saw a guy that my wife and I knew as teens. I elbowed my wife and said, "hey isn't that Jimmy?". She thought so too, but we hadn't seen him in over 2 decades!

He didn't react when I called his name, so I ran over to where he was. The resemblance was amazing, but it wasn't him. This guy was older than us, but I still couldn't get over the similarities. Look, sound, and some of his mannerisms - unbelievable.

He was there alone, so I introduced myself and explained the situation. I asked him to come over and meet my wife, because she won't believe it. She grilled him about his family background. She was sure that he had to be one of Jimmy's relatives, but no missing links were found.

My wife has the gift of gab and talks enough for both of us. She is also more curious than I am so in no time at all, she had most of his life story. She is very easy to talk to, and still an eyeful, so it didn't surprise me that he seemed to be enjoying the conversation.

He was going to be here for the rest of the week as well, so we said we would see him around, and he went back to what he was doing.

I had only been half listening to their conversation, so I got the update from her. I turns out that he is here by himself, is a widower and no children, she knew where he was from, and all kinds of things that I never would have asked him about. I could tell she was feeling a bit of sympathy for him - he seemed lonely to her - that is one of the things I love about her, she is a much nicer person than I am.

That night as we were having a very relaxed and lengthy round of vacation sex, I waited until I had her right on the edge of an orgasm, and I told her a story that I had kept to myself since we were teens.

In those days, we were already having sex at every opportunity. We also would drink almost anything that someone in the group managed to sneak from their parent's liquor cabinet. We walked everywhere we went, so the drinking seemed like harmless fun.

One afternoon she drank way too much, so I wanted to get her home. On the way we kept stopping for her to vomit or to at least get her balance back. I had never seen her this bad.

Jimmy and one of our other friends were walking that way as well but got a bit ahead of us because of all our stops.

She suddenly asked, "Where is Jimmy?"

Me: "Why? "

She" "I want him to stick his thing in me" was her response. I couldn't believe what I was hearing

Me: "What are you talking about?!"

She: "I want to feel Jimmy's thing in me."

I don't know what brought that on, but I told her to keep it down, because I didn't want anyone else to hear that. I was crushed!

I asked "have you ever let him "stick his thing in you" before? She said no, so I asked "how many other guys have you let stick their things in you?"

She promised that I was the only one. She said, "I just wanted to see what other ones feel like."

Yikes!!

Once my heart started beating again, and she had thrown up a few more times, I felt sure she was telling the truth and it was just the alcohol talking. Besides, we were together all the time, and there was just no way she was fooling around with anyone else.

I kept this to myself for all these years. I didn't think she remembered saying it, but seeing her with Jimmy's clone reminded me of it.

So as I was saying, I let her hang on the verge of an orgasm while I told her the story, and suggested that her interest in "new" Jimmy this afternoon was that maybe she still wanted Jimmy "to stick his thing in her".

I teased her mercilessly as I kept bringing her to the very edge an orgasm and then backed off while talking about what she could do if Jimmy was here.

I think she finally figured out how to win this game, after a few more times, because when I sucked her to the edge this time, she started yelling "ok, ok, get Jimmy in here, I want Jimmy to fuck the shit out of me because I can't take this anymore, I NEED TO COME RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

That was what I wanted to hear. I sucked and licked her clit as good as I knew how.

She kept yelling "oh my god, oh my god, it won't stop". Her abdomen was in a spasm. She said, "I feel like I might pass out, I can't stop coming".

I felt a little guilty for bringing her right to the edge so many times, but I have never seen such an intense reaction in her. I couldn't pass this up, so I jumped up and jammed my hard cock into her.

She just kept screaming "Oh my god."

As I kept whispering in her ear, "do you think this is how Jimmy would have felt"?

It took a long time for her to recover. She said "that was the most intense orgasm I can ever remember. I was getting scared because it just wouldn't stop, especially when you were fucking me".

I asked "are you ready to go again?"

She said "go fuck yourself", but in a nice way.

In the meantime, I'll see how much I can get her to talk about it.

Me: "So, you don't remember ever telling me you wanted Jimmy to "stick his thing in you" or you just want to see what other ones felt like.?"

Her: "You made all of that up, you make me sound like I was some kind of nympho or something."

Me: "But you did say it."

Her: "How come you never mentioned it before?"

Me: "I didn't want you getting any more ideas."

Her: "You said I was really drunk, and I was talking crazy."

Me: "Well, seeing New Jimmy brought back memories of it for me, but not you?"

Her: "I SAID I DON'T REMEMBER!"

Me: "Well you know, sometimes liquor is like a truth serum."

Her: "Fuck You and your truth serum. You're an idiot."

Me: "What a thing to say to the guy who just gave you the best orgasm of your life."

Her: "Ok , Fuck You, you're an Idiot, and thank you for the best sex we've ever had."

Me: "Don't forget to thank Jimmy."

Her: "You ARE a fucking idiot! How did I ever put up with you for all these years?"

Me: "Great sex."

Her: "Ya, well you better be nice to your hand, because that's the only great sex you'll be getting for a while."

Me: "Why? You going to be busy with Jimmy?"

Her: "Oh Fuck You and your friend Jimmy. Do you want a cup of coffee? I am making some."

Me: "Sure I'd like a cup, and I'm glad you enjoyed that earlier."

We sat quietly for a while sipping our coffee, when she looked in my eyes and asked, "Did I really say all that?", "and don't you lie to me!"

Me: "Hand to god, those were your exact words."

Her: "And I am only hearing about this 30 years later?"

Me: "It scared me. It was the last thing in the world that I expected to hear. Just be thankful I wasn't a shitbag like some of those guys, or you would have been having your first gangbang that day. But truth be told, many of those nights that you woke up to my dick in you, were a result of me thinking about what could have happened that day."

Her: "So what about all this bullshit today?"

Me: "Well, maybe I spend too much time reading stories on Literotica, but, you know, we aren't getting any younger, and I was thinking you might want a do-over for that day, with a different result."

Her: "Just stop talking in circles, in plain English, what are you saying?"

Me: "If you wanted to, I would like to watch you cross that of your list by letting Jimmy "stick his thing in you."

Her: "What? I'm going to have to have you looked at by somebody, cause you've lost it."

Me: "No, not that Jimmy, I mean New Jimmy."

Her: "Now I'm really starting to worry. Remember me? I'm your wife for Christ's sake. What are you even thinking?"

Me: "I'm just thinking of you. Let me explain."

Her: "Ya right! This I have to hear."

Me: "Come over here and sit on my lap while I explain."

Her: "No funny business."

Me: "I promise."

Me: "You know I love you more than life itself. Back then, when you first said that Jimmy thing, it would have ripped my heart out if you had let any of those guys touch you. All I'm saying is with all we've been through together, there is nothing that could come between us. So, before we get too old to do crazy shit, you just might have an old itch that you need to have scratched."

Her: "Can you please stop talking in riddles for once, this is serious stuff."

Me: "Think about it for a minute. You must have had something in mind back then, or you wouldn't have said what you said. I'm just saying that if you wanted, you could take care that old urge by having sex with what's his name --John. He looks so much like Jimmy, that you could imagine it was him. "

Her: "You would let some guy we just met Fuck your wife? What like I'm some kind of whore or something?"

Me: "No,no,no, when you say it like that, it sounds fucked up, but I know how turned on you get when we fantasize about multiple guys with huge pricks taking turns fucking you. Especially when I use that big dildo on you while describing what they are doing to you."

Her: ""Fantasize" being the key word there. You would actually let me fuck some guy if I said yes."

Me: "Not some guy, that guy. This one time. The last thing in the world I want, is for you to go around fucking other guys."

Her: "Ya, but."

Me: "You know I trust you without question! I have never asked you even once in all the years we have been together, Where have you been? What have you been doing? Who were you with? Why are you so late? "

Her: "And I have been the same way with you."

Me: "I know that. I'm not trying to make you do anything, I'm just saying. How often does a safe opportunity to be a really bad girl come along? Think of it as a one time only free pass. OK, I won't bring it up again."

While we were talking, I was slowly working my hand down her pants, and by the end of the conversation, I was very lightly working her clit.

Her: " You better be able to get it up again. I am still mad at you, but all this talk has got me crazy."

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We hit the beach the next day. The weather was perfect, and the weekend people had all gone home.

I sat with her for a while in silence while she read her book. John was nowhere to be seen, that was probably a good thing for now. I decided I would take a walk to the jetty to do some fishing for a while. I know she'll settle down soon enough. And if I leave before John shows up It won't seem like I am still scheming. I gave her a kiss and headed for the jetty.

A school of Bluefish helped take my mind off things for a while. About halfway back, I could see her sitting in the distance, and she appeared to be talking with someone. I didn't have my glasses on, and couldn't really tell who it was, so I cut through the cottages to the main road. I put my fishing stuff away and headed slowly back to the beach. When I got close enough, I could see her and John talking. They had their beach towels next to each other and seemed to be enjoying each other's company. I backed off and went back to the cottage for a while.

After about an hour, I went back to the beach. They were both still there. I walked up, said hello, shook John's hand, kissed the wife, and plopped onto the blanket. It got quiet, like I had interrupted something. I mentioned the fishing. Asked John if he fished. Asked her if she went in the water at all. This was feeling kind of weird, so I said I was going to the store, and asked if either of them needed anything. Just trying to make a graceful exit.

When I got back from the store, she was sitting on our couch reading.

Me: "So how was your day?" She just glared at me and then went back to her book.

Me: What time did John show up?

Her: Right after you left.

Me: "I should have asked if he wanted to go fishing tomorrow."

Her: He said he doesn't fish.

Me: "You still seem mad at me. I haven't said another word about ...you know."

Her: "You're damn right I'm mad at you. The poor guy comes over to say hello and your stupid story has got me all worked up and I start staring at his crotch to try to figure out how big his cock is and wondering how much stamina he has at his age. You have turned me into such a depraved person, that I was actually trying to move around in ways that might make my bathing suit ride up to expose a bit more skin, just to see his reaction.

Me: "I'm sorry... that I wasn't there to see that."

Her: You do know that my parents warned me about you. They thought you were a little unbalanced.

Me: "I admit I'm crazy. Crazy about you."

Her: "Come on! He is a really nice guy and doesn't deserve to be treated like this."

Me: "Like what? Sitting quietly talking to a beautiful woman. Who, by the way, wants to let him peek at her sexiest body parts? I hope I have that kind of trouble when I get older."

Her: "OK, when you put it that way it doesn't sound so bad, but I want to make sure we aren't getting in over our heads here."

Me: "I guarantee you've already brightened up his stay and he's having wet dreams about you. Let me ask you this, when you were planning some of these wardrobe malfunctions, how did it make you feel?"

Her face got bright red and she said "None of your business."

Me: "And you talk about me. I'll stay out of it; you can flash him all you want. I can go fishing all day day if that helps. I just don't want to come back and find out you gave the poor guy a heart attack because you let him see your pussy."

Her: Come on, this is serious!

Me: "So is a heart attack."

Her: "Could you stop being a fucking ass hole for five minutes so we can talk about this."

Me: "Ok. I am serious about letting you fulfill whatever desires you might have, as long as it is a one and done, and I'm with you. And I'm not saying this because I have some woman picked out for me to do next. "

Her: "I've never, ever thought about cheating on you. Now you really have me wondering how it would feel, but then I get scared and I'm afraid of what it might do to us."

Me: "Look at it this way, it's not cheating if we are both involved. Think of him more as your new dildo. How about this? Don't say no without hearing me out. What if we try this a step at a time. We can let him get a real good look at those gorgeous tits of yours. You can see how he reacts, and see if it turns you on enough to go any further. "

Her: "I am not going over to the fucking beach topless! Didn't I ask you to be serious?"

Me: "Wait, hear me out. This may sound a little juvenile but let me finish before you say anything. You guys usually both get there early, when the beach is almost deserted. I could have some of my fishing gear catch on your top, so when I get up to leave, that "accidentally" pulls your top off, and he can get a hard on over your tits. We can act embarrassed and then I will leave you two to sort things out."

Her: "You are such a devious SOB. It sounds more like a high school prank. What kind of a mind thinks like that?"

Me: "Remind me, who was it that was trying to accidently show more skin? Believe me, no one would suspect that a couple of old farts like us could possibly do something like this on purpose. Accidents happen all the time."

Her: "You know, as screwed up as that sounds, it made my nipples stiff. Let me think about it. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let him see my tits."

Me: "I hate to suggest this, but if you want, we could forgo things tonight, that might make you a little more daring in the A.M."

Her: "With all of the shit you have me thinking about, I might not be able to sleep unless I am ridden hard and put away wet."

She was put away wet

Next morning, she couldn't keep her hands off me. I thought it best to send her to the beach a bit horny, so I didn't touch her. I think it was working.

She said "ok, explain about my top again and how to make sure it looked accidental."

I had her remove it and hand it to me. Now I'm getting nuts because I got an instant boner once she was standing there with her tits exposed. It made me want to squeeze and suck on them myself, and I get to see them all the time.

"I'll use a small piece of tape to hold the straps together in the back. Put the top back on and we'll do a practice run."

She put her top back on, and I taped it in back. I tied a loop in my fishing line, which I used to fit over the open clasp. When I moved as if to leave, her top came flying off. The whole thing made her jump which in turn made her bare tits bounce up and down. It was perfect.

She said, "This is getting kind of exciting, but I don't want him to think I'm some kind of a trollop or something."

See like I said, this is the stuff I love about her, who else would say trollop?

Me: "I said wait, how is this? What if I pretend to check the fastener while you do a piss poor job of trying to hide your boobs, and I declare it broken, and in its place, you don the flimsiest t-shirt or whatever, that you own. That way he can watch your tits bounce around for the rest of the day. Just remember, we can pull the plug any time you want, if it gets to be too much for you."

Her: "You scare me sometimes."

Me: "Ready? Or should we try the top again?"

Her: "You're such a perv. Wait while I pick out the right shirt and throw it in the tote."

We got to the beach a bit early. We had the place to ourselves. If John had already been there, we might not be able to set it up. I checked the tape and put the looped line on the hook.

I said "now remember to be very mad at me when her top flies off."

John came strolling up shortly thereafter, and placed his towel next to ours.

We exchanged our good mornings etc. I asked again if he wanted to come fishing with me, to make things seem normal. I bent to kiss her goodbye, picked up my fishing gear from behind her and as I turned to walk away, her top came flying up at me.

It couldn't have gone smoother. I acted confused, she acted flustered, and waved her arms around while yelling at me. This gave John plenty of time to watch those beautiful tits fly around She didn't get them hidden for what had to be almost a minute.