This is a story about Mary and Jake Zustman. They have been happily married for almost twenty years. Jake is fifty-four years old and reasonably fit. Mary is fifty-one and considers herself plump. Jake owns and operates a franchised auto parts business and Mary is a x-ray tech at a local hospital. When Mary and Jake were first married, they embraced a sexually active life-style, once or twice even inviting close friends to share their bed. Jake has had one homosexual experience and when he was younger he secretly enjoyed wearing Mary's lingerie. Mary has never had any lesbian encounters, but has often fantasized about the prospect. Now in they're fifties, their lifestyle has become boring and their sex life more routine than exciting.
It's hard to say exactly when it started, but it's been about a year. We have been married for almost twenty years and we have been having sex much less frequently than when we were younger. One evening, I asked my wife if there was anything that she could think of to spice of our bedroom activities. I thought that she would change the subject right away, we hadn't experimented in years. But I figured, what have I got to lose, I wasn't having much sex anyway. My darling wife surprised me by saying that several of her friends had a wager going as to which one of them would have an affair first. She said that although she had no intention of actually having an affair, the thought of having another man make love to her at this stage of her life was something she kept thinking about.
Now my wife, Mary, is fifty-one years old. About five foot three and just a little on the chubby side. Not at all what you would call 'Hot'. She has a nice butt, at least I like it, and her 36B breasts are firm although a little jiggly. She said one of her girl friends had gone so far as to have a drink with a man she knew from where she worked. Nothing happened except conversation, but her friend said it was exciting to do something so out of character. I told Mary that if she wanted to do something similar, that I was ok with it, provided that it was just conversation. And, if got her excited, it might just spice things up at home. I should have known better.
About a month passed and Mary had evidently decided to drop the subject, because she hadn't talked any more about it. At dinner one night she said that she met a new employee and that he had asked her to have a drink with him after work some evening. She told him no, that she was married, but he said it was only a drink and they could talk about work. She asked me if she should accept his offer. Now don't get me wrong. I wanted to spice up my sex life, not some other guys sex life. I certainly didn't' want my wife having an affair. But, as long as Mary was asking my permission, I told her to go ahead and have a nice time.
The following Friday evening, Mary was about an hour late getting home. She told me later, that she had met James, her new co-worker and that she had had one drink while they talked. Latter in bed, Mary was very affectionate. We had kissed and fondled each other like we did years before. Mary confessed to me that being on her 'date' had really excited her. Over the next few days, our lovemaking was pretty hot.
Later that same week, Mary told me that James had asked her to meet him again for another drink and that she wanted to accept but she didn't want to upset me. She said that James had told her that he thought she was sexy, which made her blush. I kept thinking about how our sex life had changed, so I told her to go ahead and not worry. I told her to have a good time. I found out several days later, that she did have a good time.
Another Friday evening and Mary was several hours later than usual getting home. When she arrived, she took my hand, and without a word, led me upstairs to our bedroom, and practically ripped my clothes off. In bed, she pushed my head down between her legs, which she hadn't done in a while, and told me to 'eat' her. Now Mary hasn't talked like that for many years. . If anything she is what you might call vanilla these days. I hadn't seen her this hot in a long time. She was already dripping wet and she started moaning the moment that she felt my tongue. It didn't take long before she was wriggling around and begging, did I say begging, me to fuck her. This was definitely a new chapter in Mary's life and I was enjoying it. I lifted my head from her now somewhat swollen pussy and moved up on top of her plump little body. I was reaching for a condom, Mary had always insisted that I wear one, when she said to forget it tonight. My cock slipped easily into her puss and I heard Mary's voice telling me to fuck her hard. She said that she wanted to feel me cum inside her.
This was not my Mary, the woman that I have been married to for so long. This was a new Mary, more like the Mary from twenty years ago. And I couldn't wait to find out why she had changed. But for the moment, I was busy slamming my cock into Mary's hot, wet love tunnel.
When Saturday morning arrived, neither one of us had gotten much sleep. We had made love and cuddled like we were teenagers all night long. And Mary had talked.
When Mary was having her 'date' with James, he had told her that he wanted to do more than have a drink. He sat close to her and at one point during the evening, he had put his hand on her upper leg. She politely moved his hand, but he kept putting it back. Finally she let him keep it there. After a few drinks, he managed to get his hand under her dress. Now Mary isn't a drinker, so her inhibitions were a little lower than normal. James worked his hand up Mary's leg and was rubbing his finger on the crotch of her panties before she realized what was happening. She told me that she wanted to pull his hand away, but that it was starting to feel good. She said that she put her head back and was enjoying the feeling when James leaned over and kissed her. That ended the 'date'. Mary excused herself, told James that she had to get home and left.
She told me that she was embarrassed and that she didn't want to see him again. I thought it best to let the matter drop and I didn't hear another word about James or dates or her girl friend's wager about having affairs.
Mary and I had a few more 'sexy' nights and then things went back to the way they were. I was a little sad, but that's what married life is all about, right?
Weeks later, Mary told me that her friend Wanda had won their little 'affair' bet. Mary seemed sad telling me about Wanda winning the bet and I asked her why. Mary confessed that she didn't know why she was sad. She didn't want to have an affair, but...I asked her if she had ever really considered letting another man take her to bed. I'm sure she remembered the early days of our marriage when we tried things like that. She said that she would never do anything now. But I saw the expression on her face, hope or disappointment. We did it once or twice before, why not now. I told her to think about it.
She said, "you're kidding right?" "Look at me, I'm a middle aged, chubby housewife. Men don't want to have affairs with women like me. Wanda is pretty, I'm not."
I told her that she was pretty enough for me and besides, James thought she was attractive. She just stared at me.
"Do you want me to think about having an affair with someone like James?" she asked.
I asked her if she wanted to think about it, not do it. She got very quiet and thoughtful for several minutes. Then she told me that she would think about it. That night our lovemaking improved even more. Looking back, I know that I was using my little brain, not the one in my head. But we were having sex again, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.
It was only a few nights later when Mary told me that James had asked her out again. I asked her if she had thought about having an affair with him. She said that she had, but that she couldn't do it.
"Why not?" I asked
"There is a big difference between talking about having an affair and actually having one, besides husbands don't give their wives permission to fool around with other men do they?" she said.
"No, most men wouldn't do that, but." And I asked her, "be honest. If it were ok with me, would you like to go to bed with James?"
Mary hesitated, she asked me if it was really ok with me if she did.
When we were younger, I watched another make love to her. It was a different time, a different era, we all had different values. But I have always wanted to do whatever made Mary happy. I know this was stretching the point, but I told her to go ahead if that's what she wanted.
"Yes," I said, "it was ok with me."
She started to cry, and I thought, now I've done it. But then she kissed me and said, "are you sure?"
"Yes I told her, I give you permission to let James take you to bed."
Did I really tell her that. What the hell was I thinking? And I had never even met the guy.
