I was surprised at my self. Overnight I have turned out to become a sex craved woman. I have always been very low keyed in my sexual needs. It has always been Steve who initiates making love from the time we were married. I was a virgin until I married him and thus my experience in sex has been all what we have or rather he has performed. I have been a passive participant. I have to confess that I did enjoy the intimacy aspect of it and also had orgasms now and then. But, it never bothered me, whether I enjoyed it or whether I had an orgasm or not. I guess it has become a ritual.
As the years went by, it became less and less frequent and when Stephen started having problems with his erection, it became even less. But, the fact that he was having problems made him want to try more often as he was worried about it. The more he tried more it became obvious that he was unable to have an erection. Honestly, it did not bother me at all. I could have lived that way without sex for the rest of my life. I had lots of things to fill my life. But, then he suggested this new arrangement and in the beginning I flatly refused to listen to him. I even got angry with him for suggesting it. But later as he kept on pestering me, half heartedly, just to please him, I agreed to give it a go. It was supposed to be steady as you go. But, things have moved rapidly over night. I never realized it is going to change my life completely. Sam has brought out feelings which I never knew were within my self. It was scary. I felt as if some one else has taken possession of my body.
Even though Sam had a unit of his own, he started to stay over night and some times even during the weekends at our place. It became an issue where he slept on those occasions. On the first night, he stayed in the guest room. I went and spent the night with him in the guest room. It felt strange not sleeping in me own bed. He was not happy with the arrangement. Next morning, in no uncertain terms he told me that whenever he stays at our place, he should be occupying the master bed room with me. I was taken aback by his demand. I tried to reason out with him saying that I was not happy about asking Stephen to move out of the bed he has occupied all his life. But Sam was adamant that under the present arrangement, he had the precedence over Steve and thus it was fair that he should be the one sleeping with me in the master bedroom.
I brought this matter with Steve later on during the day. I was very worried how he was going to take it. But, to my surprise, Steve reluctantly agreed to move his things to the spare room on a permanent basis. He felt that it was better that way instead of keep on changing from day to day from room to room. I hugged him and thanked him for being so understanding. It did not strike me at that stage it was a very big move and how much it is going to change things around.
It became observable that as Sam stayed at our place more regularly, he started to behave as he was the master of the house. To my surprise, even I started treating him that way. Meals were planned according to what Sam liked. Sam and I always had our meals together; Steve hardly ever joined us. He ate whenever it suited him by himself. I hardly talked to Steve much at all because Sam occupied all my spare time. We were still very careful about any one else coming to know about the arrangement, specially the kids. Sam and I never went out together during the day time. Even when we went out by our selves, it was always to places outside of where we lived. It was invariably at night times any how. There were few times Stephen also accompanied us.
The week-end to Ocean Palms was one of those trips. We have a holiday condo in the beach town. It is a very quiet place unlike the usual holiday resorts and the unit faces the Pacific Ocean. We loved going there in the past, especially when the kids were young. We have been using it less and less as we became busy with other things. It was strange for me to pack for the week-end, just my self. I am so used to pack for Stephen and me. I usually put all the clothes, sheets, towels, toiletries etc for both of us into the same suitcase. Sam had his own suitcase and I noticed Stephen had his requirements in a separate bag.
Stephen offered to do the driving. Sam and I sat at the back. That again was strange for me as I usually sit with Steve in the front passenger seat. We set out late on a Friday after we all came back from work. It was almost 630 pm by the time we left. Being day light saving it was till bright. The destination was about 2 hours drive by car and the first part is on a high way. It was nice to cuddle up against Sam as soon as we got into the car. He had his arm around me and I let my head rest on his shoulders. I was tiered after the full days work and as soon as the car was on the road, I went off to sleep.
Next thing I remember was waking up with Sam’s hands under the loose T shirt I was wearing and fondling my boobs. Sam had not allowed me to wear bra or panties when I am with him. It was a nice feeling. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the lovely feeling of his hands gently kneading my globes. I could not help looking into the rear view mirror in front of the driver side of the car. It was one of the wide angle ones with extensive view of both sides of the car as well as the interior of the back seat. I was aware that Stephen was watching what was happening in the back seat. For a moment I had a feeling of guilt and then for some unknown reason it gave me a thrill that he was a spectator.
When Sam realized that I was awake, he gently whispered in my ears, “I love you honey.”
I turned back towards him, looking into his eyes, smiled and replied, “I love you too darling.”
We were gone past the highway and were on the winding road along the mountainous path. It was still day light and the view was magnificent, as we went past the lake which ran along one side of the road. Sam took my T shirt off. I was not worried too much about the passers by because of the tinted glasses in the windows. But I was certain Stephen was having an eye full. Sam put his hands under both the boobs, weighing them with the palms of his hands.
“Hey they are getting a bit drooping, aren’t they?” he remarked.
“What do you expect at my age?” I remarked, a bit annoyed with his remark.
I was quite proud of my boobs epically for my age. I thought they were not bad, in fact pretty good. I have examined many women in my line of work as a general practitioner and I know how an average woman's breasts look when they reach mid 50s.
“Don’t tell me you want me to get a boobs job done, do you?” I jokingly asked.
“That is not a bad idea, to be honest” was his reply. I was not sure whether he was serious or not.
He kept squeezing the boobs while his fingers stroked the nipples. He has this milking action which really stimulates me and makes the nipples to stand erect. I love the way he does it.
“You are a real boobs man aren’t you?” I teased him as he bent down to kiss the nipples.
He undid the seat belt, made me lie back on a cushion placed against the side of the back seat and leaned over me to suck on the nipples. I was aware of the fact that Stephen was listening to out conversation and knew of every thing we were doing. Sam sucked vigorously chewing and slurping at the same time. I held on to his head pulling him towards the breast he was sucking and pushing my bosom further into his mouth.
“Oh poor baby. You must be so hungry.” I love to pretend that I was feeding a baby when he sucks my breasts.
He also loves to play the game and goes from one breast to the other, making cooing noises like a baby! He never gets tiered of it. I usually end up with very sore nipples after the marathon sucking bouts he gets into! It brings back memories of the days when I had my children. But the difference was that both the kids refuse to take the breast as I did not have enough milk. I was very disappointed that I could not breast feed them. I tend to imagine that I was making up for it now and I know that there was no way Sam was going to refuse the offer!
His hand pulled my skirt up and started roaming up my leg. I was not wearing a panty; it was Sam’s instruction not to wear one which he made it clear the first day we met. At first, I found it a very unnatural not to have any under wears. But I am getting used to it. His hand was gentle to start with, stroking the leg gently up and down. It was very pleasant. Even though the skin of his palms was a bit rough unlike Stephen’s, he knew exactly how to stimulate my feelings by the way he stroked. His hand finally reached his target. By which time I could hardly wait for him to have his hand inside me. I was getting excited and I could sense a nice warm feeling in my pussy with slight oozing of vaginal juices running down my legs. His hand smeared the wetness as he placed it on the tuft of hair. He was in for a surprise.
“Hey you have clipped it short!” he exclaimed.
“Shhh… not so loud!” I admonished him. I was aware Stephen was all ears, listening to every word uttered in the back of the car.
Sam has been complaining for some time that my pubic hair was too long and curly and it was inconvenient for him especially when he went down on me with all the hair in his mouth. He in fact wanted me to completely shave it off. I was not going to do it. I know how itchy it is when you shave it and the hair starts to re grow. I went through all that when I had to have a hysterectomy. But I clipped it quite short and I knew that it will please him.
“It does not matter honey. He better get used to it.”
He sounded as if he did not mind saying that loud enough for Stephen to hear it. I had a feeling he liked tormenting Stephen by stating things which will hurt him. I felt sorry that Stephen was put into this situation. It is one thing for Sam and I having sex in the confines of the bed room, but it is different when we try to do things in the presence of Steve.
