This is another submission that some will like and obviously others won't. Feel free to comment, but please make them useful. Thanking rnebular as always, his editing helps and I appreciate his input.
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The name is Jerry Adams and until recently I was quite satisfied in my life. Married to Betsy for almost 28 years. We are both 55 and have a grown daughter, Amy, who is married to Jim, a good man. They have been married for 3 years and are expecting their first.
A quick history lesson about Betsy and myself. We met in college and dated, but we were both working hard on our degrees and never got that close. We started dating and seemed to find we were both very compatible. After 18 months we were married and after 2 years we were blessed with the arrival of Amy. She has been a wonderful daughter and very smart.
Betsy and I have good jobs, she's been a teacher for 25 years and I work in the finance department of a large company. We mostly do work for the government and I oversee the expenses and keep up with all the regulations which are a part of all governmental projects. I have a staff of 4 and I have been employed 31 years.
This story begins in the summer as my wife is off work and once a month, she gets together with about 3 or 4 regular friends for dinner or sometimes just meets at one of their houses. Most of the get togethers are just a chance for them to have some fun. Occasionally, they might go to a bar and listen to music and maybe dance if asked. I have never questioned what happens because my wife rarely is out late or had too much to drink. This started about three years ago about the same time that Betsy and I became empty nesters.
We both loved our daughter a lot and I thought we might re-kindle our romance a bit. As we are older, we are not as active sexually as we once were. We both still go out for a dinner date at least weekly sometimes alone and sometimes with another couple. It seemed to me we were content and happy in our relationship. At least I thought so.
That evening I went home after stopping for a quick bite with my friend Harold. He and I sometimes eat together when the wives get together. I had finished and was coming home and saw the cars, so I parked on the corner and walked home. As I came through the side door that leads to the back porch, I heard all the raucous laughter and thought they must be into a few bottles of wine.
I sort of laughed and heard Stephanie, Betsy's closest friend, that she loves her husband Sam, but he is old and overweight and can barely get it up anymore. She says sometimes she just needs some loving and has a nice vibrator and she can pleasure herself and not have to indulge her husband. She went on to say the few times he gets it hard he lasts about a minute. So, she told the others that his nickname is now "minuteman." They all laughed. I was embarrassed for Sam, as he had been to our house and was a nice man.Yes, he is a little over weight, but Stephanie was not exactly little herself. She was generally, pleasant, but I had not heard her say this about her husband before. I was surprised and felt bad for Sam.
I did not enter the room because I wanted to hear what the others were saying. Then Maggie spoke and she said her husband, Harold was different. He was ok with sex and was interested but her husband's dick was too small. "I barely feel it and after 3 kids I sort of need something bigger."
All the others laughed and asked how big? She said, "he is about 4 inches."
Then Stephanie said," No, how big is it hard?"
Maggie laughed and said, "It is hard."
Stephanie said, "We should call him teeny weeny."
Everyone burst out and Stephanie told Maggie she could borrow her vibe any time she wanted.
Stephanie then asked Maggie, "When it gets cold can he even find that little thing?"
I stood there and was shocked, do all women say things about their husbands that is very personal. Harold is a good friend and I felt terrible for him.
As they all laughed, I was thankful my wife was quiet. I at least had a wife who had some class.
Then it was Erica's turn, I did not know her husband, Ollie, well, but he seemed pleasant. She said she was going through menopause and was not interested, and her husband was still horny. So sometimes he just begged to jerkoff in front of her and she makes him beg to get to cum.
"I like to make him act like a teenage boy and I laugh at him when he gets horny and tease him while he jerks off. He complains he will get blue balls if he doesn't cum. I also gave him a nickname, blueballs boy."
All the women were laughing, and I could hear my wife too.
Then my wife had to say something.
"Well ladies, face it we are all married to older guys and they are pretty pathetic. Sometimes my husband comes to bed and starts to cuddle against me, and he has a boner sticking in my back too. Is there anything more disgusting then a horny old guy with a hardon thinking that is erotic."
Stephanie of course had to make a comment, "Betsy what should we call Jerry, what nickname?"
I was deadly quiet and waiting to hear her. She was giggling and said, "I think boner boy sounds good." Everyone was laughing.
I was stunned. After all these years my wife had never said anything to me. I never forced myself and sometimes when she was tired, I did leave her alone and just kissed her. I never remember doing that. Did she just say it or was it true?
I thought back when our weekly sex was sometimes once every two weeks or longer when she was going through menopause. I never once heard her complain about me.
I just stood there, and my heart was pounding. I was angry and hurt, and not sure what to do.
Then Stephanie, the apparent ringleader said, "We girls are bad too. We should start going to that new club and let some of the young guys dance with us. If our guys aren't doing it for us, we can at least let them paw at us some."
The others laughed and mentioned it was a good idea.
Now I was wondering what was happening at those times at the bar. Most of the time Betsy came home and was not drunk or horny and she usually just took a quick shower and came to bed. Most of the time I was still awake. I asked how it was and she told me if she danced or not and I asked her was it good and she laughed and said, "I have something better at home."
What a bunch of bullshit. I was now wondering if she was getting felt up, but I never noticed anything.
As I stood outside the door, they all clinked glasses and said, yes, they should go out more often.
I just stood there.
They all continued laughing and drinking.
Erica gave a toast, "Here's to minuteman, teeny weeny, blue balls boy and boner boy."
They all toasted.
I was disgusted. Do they do this every time they get together.
Finally, Erica said, "you know we have all been married for a while and we should be happy they are all good fathers, providers and even if they have flaws, they are ours."
I was hoping sanity had returned but apparently not.
Stephanie said, "Yes they have been good fathers, but we need more sometimes. Just to try someone young one time would be fun."
It was then quiet, and no one said anything. It was getting late and Erica said, "We should head back to the old guys again."
I scrambled out the back and went to my car before anyone left. I was so mad I knew I had to calm down before I came home. I drove around the area and stopped at a park. I decided to walk a little to relieve my anger. I thought back on what I had heard.
I thought that the women were all nice and sweet and this was something that shocked me. Was I in that bad of shape? I still rode a bike some and I did have a few pounds more then I needed. But I was in better shape than any of the women. I was no hunk, but I was also no chunk.
All of them were a bit over weight and even though they were attractive I could not see lots of young guys pursuing them.
I thought about it and decided, should I tell the husbands what I heard? Should I sneak out and see them the next time they go to a bar?
The longer I thought about it I realized that I still love Betsy, but the amount of disrespect I heard tonight seriously angered and hurt me. Was she that clueless to think it was not hurtful?
How would she feel if I said disrespectful things about her to the husbands?
Close to dark I headed home. As I pulled in the driveway, everyone was gone. I came through the back door and walked in the kitchen. Betsy was finishing cleaning up.
She turned as I came in and said, "Hi, Sweetheart how was your day?"
I looked at her as if I did not recognize this woman. I wanted to tell her off, but I stood there without saying a word.
"Honey what is wrong? You look upset."
"I just had a bad day and am exhausted."
"I thought you were going to have dinner with Harold." What happened?"
"Harold is fine I just had a bad day. I have a splitting headache I think I will take a shower and then read some and go to bed."
Betsy rushed over and hugged me. I stood there limp and tired. She kissed me on the cheek, and I pulled away and left.
"Do you need anything? Can I help?"
"No, I'm fine, just really tired."
I took a shower and jumped in bed and later she Looked in our bedroom and saw me reading.
"Honey if I can help, let me know. I love you."
I just nodded and then went to sleep.
I took some sleep meds and finally fell asleep, I remember Betsy crawling up next to me to cuddle but I acted asleep and she rolled over and went to sleep.
Saturday morning, I woke up early and decided to get on my bike early. Betsy was still asleep. So, I took off and wanted to ride for about an hour. I usually only did 30 minutes and that was enough to keep me toned, but now I decided I wanted to start building up my stamina.
I arrived back and Betsy was eating breakfast. I was soaking wet and went to get back in the shower.
"Jerry I will fix you breakfast, what do you want? I am going shopping with Amy and look for some maternity clothes."
"Don't worry about me I'm going to just eat a bagel and some coffee. Have a good time."
When I came back down for breakfast she had just left. I was happy she was gone. Now I could think more about what I should do.
I was still angry when I realized I needed to find out more about the visits to the bar. One of my assistants was a young 32-year-old named Dan, who had worked for me for about 5 years. My wife had only met him once that I could remember. Maybe he could watch her without being suspected.
We still had a land line and I kept thinking about disconnecting it and simply using our cell phones. I was going to monitor the home phone as well. Maybe I could pick up something to monitor the calls. I spent the entire day going through her emails, as she never kept them a secret. I looked over about 2 years' worth of activity and nothing seemed suspicious. I kept wondering why she didn't delete old emails. Now I was glad she didn't.
About 5 o'clock I heard her car pull into the driveway. She came bouncing in and said they had a great day finding things for Amy to wear. I was happy because I love our daughter so much and she and her husband could use our help.
Betsy was talking a mile a minute and I just sat there and nodded. Finally, she said she would have some leftovers for dinner from the wives last night. That brought me back to reality and I got angry again. I tried not to show it, but she noticed I was quiet at dinner.
