Let's Get Boring Again....

My wife, Amy, and I have been married for 15 years. This is the second marriage for both of us and our marriage is solid. I am in my early 60's and my wife is now in her late 50's. She still looks young and fit but is starting to show some signs of aging.

Just like all marriages, we have had times in our relationship where the intimate side of our relationship starts to become less important. Usually I notice it first and begin to hint to my wife that we need to pay closer attention, take some time.... think about sex so we can be more aroused. Of course, these discussions are really directed at Amy since she doesn't always seem to place an importance on our sex life, allowing everyday routines to crowd out time for intimacy. Another problem that has plagued us since the beginning of our marriage is Amy is a night owl tending to sleep late, not wanting to be disturbed. I, on the other hand, am an early riser, going to bed early as my schedule for the last 44 years has required me to rise early for work. I find myself productive and less fatigued if I maintain my schedule. To be fair, I am positive Amy feels the same way about her routine.

Another issue that seems to affect our intimacy is the issue of moral barriers. Amy is much more rooted in her conservative views on sex that are deeply ingrained from her religious background. That was such an important part of her values as she grew up and into her first marriage. Her moral values led to Amy being judgmental towards certain sexual ideas such as fornication, adultery, pornography, homosexuality and certain sexual acts like masturbation, sex toys and fantasies.

I, on the other hand, have an open mind toward sex. I believe religious views on sex are misplaced and, in some cases are harmful especially to the institution of marriage. It seems to be lost on most Christian that their values do not seem to impact the possible success of a marriage more than other factors, since the divorce rate in Christian households seems to mirror divorce rates in non-Christian households.

About five years ago, Amy and I researched many issues and came to the conclusion organized religion was no longer for us and we severed all ties to any religion. However, the effects of conservative Christian views have had a detrimental impact on our marriage and our intimate lives.

About 10 years ago, I became interested in the idea of wife sharing or hotwifing. I was not interested in being embarrassed, humiliated, or "cuckolded" in the traditional sense, rather, I found myself being aroused by the thought of watching my wife, Amy, being pleasured or fucked by another guy. I began to watch online pornography on the subject and was able to masturbate to these visual images with me seeking out movies that featured wives that reminded me of Amy. I fantasized that this was happening to us and that she would enjoy the experience.

I eventually began researching articles on the hotwife lifestyle and buying guides to help convince Amy to at least think about the idea. Most of my efforts were misguided as I bought her anklets with cuckold symbols on them. Amy did not understand the meaning of the symbols, would wear the jewelry once or twice to restaurants and then it would never be worn again. I tried reading stories that included other men flirting or seducing wives. She quickly would criticize the stories and ruin the mood.

Visual pornography was not an option as Amy considered it to be poison to a marriage. She quickly let me know that people who watched pornography were selfish people with the act almost equivalent to adultery.

I had pretty much resigned myself to accepting our life as it was, plain, boring and not exciting. I was resigned to getting my fix reading wife sharing stories on Literotica and watching amateur porn featuring amateur hotwives. However, I continued to try to introduce risqué scenarios into our bedroom and was somewhat successful. We would role play different situations such as Amy donning a wig, dressed as a French maid being seduced by the client, or being teenagers watching movies at home with the parents away. Pretty tame I know, but progress toward breaking her out of her shell. I was able to convince her to go to an adult store and we bought a vibrator. Again, a small step, but a step, nonetheless.

About three years ago, our life was turned upside down as the company where we were both employed, announced significant downsizing and, within three months, Amy and I both found ourselves unemployed. The specter of running through our retirement savings loomed large and we began to realize that we would need to sell our house and perhaps relocate in order to find employment that would meet our needs. Eventually, I found employment in Pennsylvania. The plan was to have me utilize the temporary housing provided by my new employer while Amy worked on selling our house and preparing for a significant move from the Midwest to the east coast.

Amy was excited since she had grown up in Maryland and had friends and close relatives nearby. We had an arrangement while we were separated, and it worked out okay with us spending many hours on the phone. I continued to satisfy myself sexually researching porn sites and erotic stories, the theme of hotwives always being the subject. My fantasies continued to return to Amy with other men.

One evening, Amy called. After the normal briefing on business, kids and events, Amy told me an old boyfriend of hers had reached out via Facebook and had sent her a friend invite. Amy wanted to know how I felt about the issue. The friend that had reached out, while I had never met him, was familiar as Amy had opened up in some of our more risqué discussions about her old boyfriend "James" and how he had helped her reach orgasm when they were in the woods and dry humping. Although Amy and James never consummated their sexual desires due to their strong religious backgrounds, Amy had intimated their desires were strong.

Amy was a virgin when she married and very proud of that fact. Her sexual partners included me and her first husband. Amy had let me know she had never reached orgasm with her first husband. Other than me, James was the only other person that she had climaxed with, and that single experience did not include intercourse.

So, when Amy approached me about James sending the friend request, I asked Amy to let me think about it and I would let her know the next day when we had our regular phone call. My mind was spinning a hundred miles per hour. Immediately I went to fantasizing about James fucking my wife. I had never met the man, but I envisioned him being everything from a stud to a troll. I also had found out James was only 3 hours from where Amy and I would eventually live.

The next evening, I let Amy know I was fine with it as long as she let me know when they were communicating. Amy asked if I was alright with it if he called her on the phone. Again, I re-emphasized the rule of letting me know. I then told her that a little flirting was ok as long as I was in the know and she was honest with me regarding the conversations. I wanted her to know that I did not consider it to be cheating or unfaithful as long as we were in agreement with everything, and we were open. Amy assured me she did not think flirting would happen. She was surprisingly open and receptive to my conditions. We even laughed at ridiculous suggestions of their possibly flirting. She even laughingly suggested she'd tell him how much she has learned since their "clothes on" humping days. I encouraged her to have fun with it, be naughty and flirtatious. Amy did not seem to want to go there, especially since we were moving to within a few hours of where James lived. I reminded her James is married, would need to travel at least three hours and that she was still two months from actually completing our move. I got off of the call hopeful but dubious she would actually flirt, or the phone call would actually happen.

The next day, I got a text from Amy telling me she had sent James her number and he had called. As I suspected, the conversation was pretty tame as they got caught up on everything that had happened in their lives, kids, homes, careers and the latest news about mutual friends from high school days. They also shared stories about their respective spouses. Amy let me know James wanted to make sure I was ok with calling her and would it be ok if he friended me on Facebook. I told Amy it would be fine, and I thought it would help relax everything so they could enjoy their conversations. I asked Amy if she would be reaching out to James's wife. Amy didn't think so since James indicated his wife was not a real social media person.

By the time Amy and I ended our conversation for the night, I had a Facebook friend invite from James. I accepted and received a message from James, "Are you ok with me talking to your wife? I promise I just want to reminisce about growing up together". I responded, "No problem. Amy and I have an agreement to keep each other informed about everything." "LOL, she told me. Good to finally meet you even if it's just a message. "Same here James. You two have fun!"

Amy and James would have conversations about twice a week for the next two months. Usually simple casual conversations about life and family. Each time James called, Amy would let me know the basics of their conversations. I would usually tease her, wondering if James had hard on when he talked to or if he asked her what she was wearing etc. I could tell she was blushing when I said those things. Each time I teased her she said, "I would never say anything like that."

That was until just before I was scheduled to fly back to the Midwest for the sale of our house and bring her to Pennsylvania, she called me excitedly, "Well I did it! I am so proud of myself cuz you probably were thinking I would never do it.....but I did, I told James he had given me my first orgasm when we took a walk in the woods. He said he knew I did but didn't want to scare me. He asked if I ever wanted to have sex with him back then and I told him of course I had but I was trying to be good but there was a secret place in my mind that wish I had been naughty sometimes." I asked Amy how she felt, "I feel excited but good. You don't mind, do you? I don't want to disrespect you." I assured her I was good with it, not telling her I had a raging hard on.

Amy had a lot of things to do with closing the old house and going through the purchase of the new house. James and Amy did not have many conversations. Amy was at times getting annoyed when James would call her too many times in a week. James finally messaged me, "Is Amy mad at me?" I replied, "No, why?" "She is not taking my calls and when she does answer, she tells me she is busy. "Well she is busy, but I will let her know you are worried." Amy was now with me in PA as we worked on closing on our new home and arranging for our stuff to be moved.

That night, I let Amy know James was worried she was mad at him and asked her if she would please talk to him. She did let me know she had been annoyed at James's seemingly indifference to the fact that we were moving and that she was bearing the brunt of the move since I was working. However, she agreed to take his call the next day and set aside some time for a chat. I immediately messaged James and let him know the best time to call the next day.

When I came home the next day, Amy was surprisingly quiet. I asked if James had called and she nodded that he had and without explanation, began to busy herself with some business about the new house. I asked if their phone call had gone well. She was quiet for a couple of moments then said, "No, it was not ok. James told me he had loved me since we were a couple in high school, and he still has feelings for me. I did not lead him on in any way shape or form. I feel so terrible that he thinks I would have feelings for him like that. I asked her, "Do you have feelings? I would understand if you did but I know it is mainly nostalgia." She said, "I admit it is exciting and I actually find myself aroused..." She looked at me quickly. I said, "It's ok, I understand, and it is normal. Go ahead with what you were saying." Amy was blushing but decided to move forward, "But I don't have feelings of love. This is getting awkward." I said, "Would you like me to talk with him? I think we can have an understanding that may smooth things out." She looked concerned, "You aren't going to threaten him or anything?" "Not at all, quite the opposite, I will just make sure to set appropriate boundaries. Have him call me, ok?" Amy looked relieved and said, "Thank you honey! Let me know how it goes!" She kissed me lovingly and left me to my business.

A little later in the evening, James called me on my cell. I let Amy know it was James and that I would be taking the call privately on the back porch. Amy winked at me, and I went outside. "Hello James, how are you?" James hesitated, and said, "Am I in trouble?" "No. I can assure you I am calling to just explain things. As I said in the beginning, Amy tells me everything. She told me about her conversation about her orgasms with you, and.... about you professing feelings for her. Anything else I need to know?" James stuttered. "Nnnn....no"

"James, you aren't really in love with her, are you? Tell me if I am wrong...you are simply trying to seduce her and you feel that is what she needs to hear before she would even consider going to bed with you, true?" James stammered again, "ummmm.... "I said "James, it's ok. I want you to seduce her, I want you to be able open up my wife's inhibitions sexually, let her experience sex without emotion with the only purpose is for what feels good and satisfying!" James paused for a moment; I was afraid he might just hang up. My heart was pounding, then he replied, "Are you talking about cuckolding?" I said, "I prefer the term hotwifing because I don't want to be humiliated or embarrassed. This is about a sexual adventure to be enjoyed together as a journey of self-discovery." James hesitatingly said, "You are kinda using me.... wait.... will this lead to swapping? My wife will not go for that!" "Neither will Amy....no.... not swapping. I prefer that your wife never knows. I am simply talking about an adventure."

James went silent, then said, "You are right, I did want to seduce Amy and I thought telling her that I love her would give me my best shot.... but.... this will be like friends with benefits!" I said, "Yes.... but there are rules between you and I.... you must always use protection; I must always be there and if she says no....it means NO! Agreed? "Yes, that is fair. Is Amy ok with this?" "Not yet, but if you want to be successful, do NOT tell her you love her again, agreed?" "Agreed! What should I say to her.... apologize?" "I recommend you simply tell her you thought you could seduce her if you told her that you loved her but that you are really in love with your wife and not with Amy. Then explain we have had a discussion and we have agreed on boundaries. Let her know the future discussions will not include I love you. However, you did enjoy the more risqué conversations." James said, "Are you really ok with this cuz I don't want to screw up any of our lives." I agreed. "This is probably the safest situation to be in. Just remember, we can say we want this to happen all we want, but Amy is the one who will need to want it to happen, we can't force it or apply pressure. This will take lots of patience. Are you in?" "Yes, I will call Amy as you suggested." "Call her tomorrow, ok?"

True to his word, James called the next day. When I got home from work Amy led me to the bedroom, kissed me, told me what a great husband I was. She proceeded to pull my clothes off, locking her lips around my cock the slowly, rhythmically licking and kissing my shaft until my throbbing cock was ready to explode. I reached down between her legs and slid my finger over pussy, and much to my delight, found it extremely wet and quivering as I slid my fingers over her pulsing clit. She came almost immediately then laid back on the bed and pulled me in the glistening pussy, bucking and pulling me in as if she needed every ounce of cum. I quickly filled her pussy as we both rolled on our backs to catch our breath.

"Wow, you haven't been that horny in a long time. What happened?" Amy looked at me, reached up and kissed me, then said, "James called and explained what he really meant. I think you really kinda had some insight into his brain and it all made sense. I loved that you talked to him about boundaries, and I am hoping he can still be my friend." I kissed her then felt her still puffy pussy lips then said, "Of course, I think he gets it now and I think he is harmless so you can still be flirty and naughty. I did tell James you tell me everything." Amy said, "You know I do..." I smiled and said, "Yep...I know." We had a wonderful and relaxing evening. I couldn't help but smile at how things could be progressing.

Over the course of the next six months, things were basically the same, Amy was busy decorating the new house and had begun a work search. I would reach out to James who seemed hesitant to take the next step. I suggested a weekend where we could all meet to have dinner and drinks. James was worried about his wife and Amy didn't seem thrilled about traveling. I decided to be patient and let it develop. I even sent James some candid nudes of Amy so he could see what he had been missing. James began to get impatient and wanted to hurry things along. I had to calm him down so he wouldn't overplay his hand and scare her.

I stepped up my requests for role play introducing the idea of meeting James and having a sexual adventure with Amy using his name while we had sex. She had some reluctance at first but finally agreed as long as it was just a fantasy. It could only be once in a while. I was thrilled! Finally, we had some spice in our sex life and her orgasms were epic as began to add more scenarios and our fantasy became more vivid.

One Saturday morning, I decided to be bold and started playing with Amy as she began to wake up. I asked her to call me James and pretend that the two of them had snuck away for weekend together and had just woken up for some morning sex. Amy got into the idea and put my hand between her legs where her pussy was already sopping wet. She began to give "James" instructions on how to bring her orgasm and stroking "James's cock" until she convulsed in orgasm so hard, she rolled over for a few minutes to catch her breath. I then entered her and had shot a load that I had almost lost control of earlier.

We had settled into each other's arms to enjoy the afterglow when Amy's phone startled us. Amy looked at her phone and whispered, "It's James, should I take it?" I replied, "Yes, tell him how hard he made you cum!" As I winked at her with a mischievous grin. She shook her head no and answered, "Well good morning.... we are doing great!" as she winked at me with a knowing look.

I started to leave the room and whispered over my shoulder, "Tell him!" As I nodded to encourage her to step over the line and be bold. I quickly went downstairs, retrieved my phone and quickly messaged James, "Ask her about this morning. Ask her if anything special happened!" I then yelled upstairs, "Tell him!!". I decided not to push my luck and kept quiet.

As time passed, I began to wonder if everything was ok. I imagined that they had a totally erotic conversation where recounted everything we had done that morning. Then I thought they probably had simply not discussed it at all, then I imagined I could finally make some plans for the three of us to get together. After about an hour, I had my answer.

Amy came down the stairs and it was obvious she had been crying. I reached out to hold her and she pushed my hands away. "You and James were making plans for some sort of sexual rendezvous? What did you think would happen? Did you think I would just drive down to meet him in a hotel? What??" My heart sank as this was not the scenario I had envisioned. I replied, "No, we agreed I would be there.... watching." She quickly raised her voice and said, "When you say we, you mean you and James. Did you think I would really agree to this? That I would have sex with someone else while you......watched?" At that moment she burst into tears.