My name is Cindy and my husband is John. We have 3 children, all grown up with families of their own. John and I have been married 36 years & still very much in love, though the passion had settled to a comfortable, stable state of contentment. John had an affair 10 years ago, but he promised it would never happen again. I forgave him and he thanked me, saying he will never be able to make it up to me. I never cheated, not that I haven't been hit on. I just felt John was all the man I wanted.
Since John's affair, he has looked for ways to make it up to me. He is completely devoted to me and dedicated to my happiness, seeking new and exciting ways to give me joy & pleasure. His methods range from travel to exotic places to watching dirty movies. I enjoy both, but cost makes movie nights more common than trips. After we watch a good XXX flick, he loved asking how I would like to be with one of the studs in the movie. He always asked in a playful manner, never in a pushy or suggestive way, so I played along. Truth is, most of those guys are very handsome & sexy, with great bodies and large cocks. As for their sexual skills, I bet they use tricks, like shooting a love scene in many takes over hours--if not days--and editing it to look like the stud kept it up & going a long time.
Maybe they have such endurance & they do cum that much, even several times in one session, but I doubt it. I accept the movies as fantasy and just imagine the gorgeous guy onscreen making love to ME for a long time, orally, manually, and with his big, beautiful cock. The women onscreen seem to enjoy it & I bet I would too.
Sometimes it's fun to talk about or try to re-enact a special movie scene. I even searched online and ordered an outfit much like one a starlet wore in a scene that John and I really loved, then surprised John one night by being all dressed up and made up like her. I put a lot of effort into it, dyeing & doing my hair up, trying to match the earrings, jewelry & makeup, including the ubiquitous huge false eyelashes & a fake mole on my face, just like the hottie I was impersonating. John enjoyed his night with his own porn queen, taking pictures of me all dressed up & as I stripped, revealing my lingerie underneath that also matched the movie.
John tries to do this for me, but face it, what makes the male stars memorable in those movies is rarely what they wear, but things like muscular physiques & oversized sex organs. Unfortunately, he lacks them & can't order muscles or penises on the internet. We have some large sex toys that he fucks me with as I close my eyes & imagine having sex with a porn stud. I enjoy this a lot. John suggested, if I would like to really have sex with a stud, we could try to arrange it.
The idea is hot & I thought about it many times. I couldn't believe any guy like that would "shag" a lady like me, middle-aged &100 lbs over weight, but John swears I could catch a very attractive stud, if I wanted. I played along. It made our sex more exciting when he described ways that I/we could meet a sexy stud lover. He found stories on the internet that tell how couples arranged for the wife's dates with a sexy man. I knew John would be ok if I had sex with another man but it was important to him I don't settle for just any guy to do it but rather I find a hot man that will give me a special experience. We played these games for years. It was hot fun for both of us, so why not? I even called John different names while we fuck & tell him how I love his big muscles, tattoos, large cock, etc.
That should be enough history, but what made me write my story to share? Our oldest son Brock was always popular. He did well in his studies all the way to college, getting his M.B.A. He was also a talented athlete in many sports. Our house was constantly visited by his many friends. We liked his friends (with few exceptions).
I was surprised how well Brock's friends stayed in touch when they were disappointed their high school class wasn't having a 15th reunion & they organized a get-together for about 25 classmates last summer. They had a big dinner together, but most of the weekend they were free to visit with each other, often at the homes they grew up in. Brock had many of his friends at our house & we loved seeing them--all grown up--& hear how they were doing. One friend, Pete, really impressed us. We knew that after school, he went to the Naval Academy, but then he became a Navy SEAL. As a SEAL, he has seen the world, including Iraq & Afghanistan, many missions he can't talk about. We thanked him for his service to our country. I had trouble taking my eyes off of him. Even as a teen, he was a well built lad, jack-of-all-trades in sports and Brock's biggest rival for key positions on teams. But now, he's a man, with a MAN's body, almost no body fat, 6'4" & so muscular--but functional (not incredible hulk) muscle. I almost fainted when he took his shirt off to show his tattoos, with washboard abs & muscular definition like you see in a biology text. Add his military grooming, spectacular smile and twinkling eyes, I was captivated.
That night, I asked John about Pete. He said Pete grew into a fine young man anyone would be proud to call their son. I tried to steer our dialog, but he didn't get what I was going for or he did & was having fun pretending not to. Finally, I said, "Well, I think Pete is the sexiest man I've ever seen. I just wish he could find me attractive, because I would LOVE to make him my fantasy-cum-true that we talk about." John smiled and we started making out. That night we were consumed by the idea of me getting everything that sexy Pete could give me in bed. John asked if I thought Pete had a big cock. I said, "He HAS to, but even if he don't, I bet he is great in bed." That was our hottest sex in a long time & the next night we replayed it with more ecstatic results.
