The idea for this story was suggested by another Literotica member.His name is Peter.I am very grateful for his input and advice.
My name is Peter. I have decided to record recent events and am hoping to persuade my wife Barbara to add one or two comments from her own point of view. Until recently we have been a fairly average, normal couple with a rather normal sex life, (some might say vanilla).
Well, you might question the word normal. I'm not sure what is normal for a married couple our age. It's not something I discuss with my male friends. I'm in my late fifties and Barbara is five years younger. To me she is in her prime. Regular visits to the gym and a carefully controlled diet have kept her body trim. She's a petite five feet four inches tall with B cup firm breasts. I adore her and find it hard to believe that she still wants me in her bed after all these years. I still find her sexually attractive and have never been particularly interested in other women. I love her shoulder length blonde hair and the way her nipples become prominent when she becomes aroused.
We are still sexually active but we don't fuck as often as I would like, maybe on average about twice a month. I worry that Barbara finds me less attractive since I started going bald and putting on a bit of weight. My cock still responds when sex is on the agenda but I'm aware that it doesn't get as stiff as it used to get. Barbara has learned that I perform best after I've gone down on her. Having me lick her wonderful cunt is an enjoyable preliminary for her too so she will usually put her hand on my head when I kiss her as we lay together in our bedroom. She pushes lightly in the direction of her nipples which I suck before descending further. We usually fuck missionary style these days.
We both have challenging full time jobs. I'm an investment banker and she's one of the executives with a well known advertising firm. The nature of our jobs means we live and work in London.
It started with a comment Barbara made to me one night over our evening meal.
"Peter darling, I've had an email from a valued client. He'll be in town for a few days from Edinburgh. I may have mentioned him before. He's called Jonathon. The thing is, er, well, he's asked me to meet him for a meal one evening whilst he's here."
I was a bit taken aback as Barbara wasn't in the habit of having restaurant meals with men from out of town. I thought of suggesting she have lunch with him instead but something made me say;
"Okay dear, if he's a valued client I think you'd better go." I placed emphasis on the word "valued" and, having said it, flushed a little, hoping Barbara hadn't noticed. I thought to myself that a man on his own, away from his home city, will be after only one thing---sex. I found the idea thrilling and resolved to persuade her to accept his invitation.
"You really wouldn't mind dear?" Barbara said, surprised. "I was about to reply suggesting we meet up in my lunch hour instead."
"No dear, he wants to buy you dinner." I said firmly. "You'll be doing him a good turn. I expect he doesn't have any friends around this neck of the woods."
Barbara stared across the table at me. "You mean you want me to go?"
I stared back trying to keep my face blank. "I wouldn't go that far darling. But I bet you're flattered that he asked aren't you?" Barbara nodded. "Well then, go. You'll enjoy him flirting with you a little. It'll be good for your ego." I said, worrying that in my attempts to make her agree I'd gone too far.
Barbara's face reddened a little but her puzzled look vanished and was replaced by a broad smile. She picked up her smart phone and tapped out a reply to Jonathon.
Over the next day or so I could tell that Barbara was in a good mood. She was giggly and bubbly and I caught her singing along with a song on the radio.
"Peter." She said on the Monday.
"Yes dear?"
"I've fixed up to have that meal with Jonathon on Friday night. I've arranged to have my hair styled on Friday afternoon so I've taken the afternoon off. Is that okay darling?" she said smiling. I could see she was looking closely at me.
"Of course it is dear." I said. "I hope this Jonathon feller appreciates your efforts to look nice for him. By the way, you seem in a very good mood at the moment. Has it anything to do with your date on Friday?"
"What's that? Did you call it a date? Aren't you getting just a teeny bit jealous dear? He's just a work colleague." She'd avoided my question but was grinning as she said "work colleague" and was making it fairly obvious that she'd come to see him as more than that. Were they exchanging text messages over the last few days? I'd love to read them if she was.
"You know I'm not the jealous type dear. And I'm delighted if it's him who's put a spring in your step lately." I replied. I was feeling a little jealousy but also strong arousal. I had read a few cuckold stories. Was I about to experience the real thing?
Barbara smiled secretively. "Have you seen my little scissors dear? I thought they were in the bathroom cabinet."
A few minutes later she shouted down from upstairs. "It's okay dear, I've found them." I heard her close the bathroom door and bolt it.
Barbara is not in the habit of locking the bathroom door so I was curious to know what she was doing in there. Was she masturbating perhaps? I knew I couldn't ask her.
Later I had a look in the bathroom and noticed a small pile of light brown curly hairs on the floor in front of the full length mirror. I knelt down on one knee to have a closer look.
