This is dedicated to my friend A Classy Lady. I hope you enjoy it.
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Getting off the commuter train, Jim was feeling low when he decided to stop by the local watering hole for a couple beers on his walk home.
For months now he'd been unable to perform in the bedroom with the same gusto as he had in his younger days. His wife, Jen, was patient, horny but patient. Jim knew it would only be a matter of time before fighting started.
"Jack, gimme a bud draft please" Jim called to the bartender he's known for 5 years.
Settling onto a corner stool Jim noticed the bar was pretty empty for a Thursday evening.
"Here you are" Jack said as he slid the iced draft mug three feet down the bar. "How's Jen?" he asked.
"She's good Jack" Jim answered and then took a long pull from the mug. Putting the mug on the coaster Jim went on, "thanks for asking. She's as good as she's ever been but things are a little strained between us. Nothing too serious though. just going some mid-life crap."
"I get it" Jack said in an understanding way that all bartenders have. "You've been married for 22 years, right? You two have weathered tough spots before. You'll get through this one too."
Jack returned to cutting fruit for cocktails and Jim was left to his thoughts.
22 years. They'd gotten married when Jen was 22 and Jack 25. Jack always knew he was lucky to have her. Jen was a looker at 22 and if anything, she'd aged like fine wine. Jen was 5'6" tall. Her weight of 135, at her current age of 44 wasn't bad. Her ass had bubbled out a little over the years. While that ass was still mostly firm, there was a bit of looseness in it allowing for a natural bounce when she walked.
Jen's breasts were 34 D and there was that touch of sag that gravity at age 44 can bring. Nothing drastic. They retained their fullness and shape. But there was some wobble in them that wasn't there 22 years ago.
Jim drank the beer remaining in the mug and signaled for another.
22 years he thought again.
22 years ago Jim could get it up and keep it up. His stamina was almost legendary on the campus where he met Jen when she was a junior.
Jim was known as a 20/20/20 man. He could fuck for 20 minutes before cumming and 20 minutes later, could fuck again in another 20 minutes.
He'd been in better shape then. 22 years of sitting at his desk had softened his taught muscular abs. The stress of his high pressure job was somewhat relieved by working out. But those workouts were becoming less frequent. Jim once 5'11" had shrunk to 5'9". His weight had gone from a firm 165 to a less firm 180. High blood pressure and cholesterol meds have taken their toll.
Jim's morning erections were still there. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that he was tired all the time. He was tired from work. He was tired of the commute. But mostly Jim was tired of fucking the same pussy, the same way for 22 years.
Something was needed to spice up their sex life. He was certain Jen felt the same way. Their sex life had become routine. A weekly fuck that lacked excitement. The same missionary position that was devoid of passion served only to relieve his balls of their diminishing sperm.
The 5 minutes of rutting before turning away from each other to fall asleep was a staple of Saturday nights.
22 years.
Jim sighed.
Pulling himself from his depressing thoughts, Jim suddenly noticed a figure had settled at the bar, one stool away from him.
Wearing his camo greens, Paul was an 12 year marine. Achieving the rank of Gunnery Sargent at the age of 30, he'd been through the hell of multiple deployments to the mid-East. His looks hardened by war and remembrance, Paul wore his 500 yard stare well. Deeply tanned by months in the hot Afghan sun, Paul was the very definition of a "Leather Neck".
Jim had not gone into the service and at times regretted that. Still, his success at work was in part due to the fact that he started young at his firm and had over the years climbed the ladder to his position of VP of Technology.
Studying the marine Jim thought him a rugged specimen of a man. The marine's steel blue eyes stared at nothing as he drank his beer.
"Thank you for your service" Jim heard himself saying. where'd that come from he wondered.
Looking at Jim as if seeing him for the first time, the marine simply said "yer welcome."
Getting up and walking over to him, Jim said, "the next one's on me."
The marine stood to shake Jim's hand. He must be 6'3" Jim thought. Jim's hand was engulfed in the larger hand of this marine. Paul's powerful grip and handshake almost hurt.
As they made eye contact something in Jim stirred. He couldn't think straight for a minute caught completely off guard by the presence of this man.
"I'm Paul" he said releasing Jim's hand, "and thanks for the round."
"Jim" was all Jim could manage to get out.
Sitting next to Paul they settled into an easy conversation. When Jim asked about his war experience Paul told him "I'd rather not discuss it."
Something in the finality of the way Paul said it, Jim understood that he would be better off not to push it. Still, this marine had stirred something within Jim that Jim did not understand. For some reason he was drawn to him. There was something magnetic about this marine that was unfamiliar to Jim. His cock stirred.
"Jesus Christ" he thought "I'm not gay. Why am I getting hard?"
Jim had never had sex with a man. Never had a man present when he fucked all those girls at college. Never had a gay thought in his head.
"Must be the beer" he thought.
He said his farewell to the marine as he rose from his stool. Throwing a twenty on the bar Jim told Jack to use it to pay for Paul's beers.
"Gotta run" Jim said sticking out his hand. "Been a pleasure".
Once again Jim's hand was lost in the grip of the marines large hand. "I'm home on leave for a week" Paul said to Jim, locking eyes with him. "I'll be here tomorrow. See you then?"
"Uh, I'm not sure" Jim stuttered. Then quickly changing his mind decided he wanted to see Paul again. "Yes, I'll be here. If I can talk her into it, I'll bring my wife." Jim pulled his hand from Pauls' and turned to leave hoping Paul didn't notice the tent Jim's hard on was making in his pants.
Jim was still hard when he got home a few minutes later. Jen noticed.
"Where'd this come from?" she asked grasping his hard on through Jim's trousers.
"I'm not sure. Guess the beer I had got to me."
Well, let's not let this go to waste" Jen said and led him by his hard-on upstairs to their bedroom.
As they fucked in the usual missionary position, Jim could not stop thinking about the marine. Jen sensed his distraction and asked what, or who he was thinking about.
Jim sighed and rolled off his wife. Lying beside her he tried to figure a way to tell her about the stirrings he got from his encounter.
Looking at his wife of 22 years, Jim realized he loved her as much now as ever. Not wanting to hurt Jens' feelings, and not understanding his own, Jim decided to water down his explanation.
He told Jen that he'd met this young marine gunny who was on leave for the week and how impressed Jim was with the marine's sense of presence.
"Meeting him made me regret not joining the service. I felt less of a man in his presence for it."
"Wow Jim. You're not easily impressed with people. What's so different about this guy? You've met many people in your position as VP. Why is this marine so different?"
Jim confessed that he had no idea and asked Jen if she'd like to meet him. "Maybe you can sort it out for me. He'll be at the bar tomorrow. Want to meet me there after work?"
"Ah, jeeze. Does that mean I have to dress up?"
"No honey, just come casual. Please. I want you there. I want to understand what I'm missing here."
Agreeing to meet her husband, Jen was deciding on what to wear the next afternoon. Casual means that I can wear jeans and a sweater, she decided.
Showered, legs shaved, make-up applied, Jen pulled the jeans up her legs and struggled to get her plump ass into them. Lying back on the bed she finally succeeded in buttoning them. Admiring herself in the mirror, Jen turned to get a profile of her ass. "Not too bad for an old broad" she smiled back at her image. Then pulling a white V-neck over her full breasts, one last brush of her hair, Jen left to join her husband.
"I hope this isn't a waste of time" she was already wondering if she'd miss her favorite TV shows that evening.
Entering the establishment, Jen spotted Jim and the marine at the bar. The marine dwarfed her husband as they sat together sipping draft beers.
"Hi boys. What does a girl have to do to get a drink?" Jen sidled up to stand between the two men.
"Paul. I'd like you to meet my wife Jen." Jim said rising off his bar stool.
Paul stood to greet Jen and as they shook hands, Jen marveled at the younger man's size. Paul's big mitt held Jen's hand a few seconds longer than Jim felt comfortable with.
"Ahem. Want to get a booth?" he asked a little bothered at how the two seemed to be sizing up each other.
Sitting in a booth in the very back of the bar, their conversation became more animated as the drinks flowed. Jen was sitting next to the large marine and Jim sat alone on the other side of the booth. Finally, as in most similar situations, the conversation turned to sex.
Jen was particularly interested in Paul's experiences over seas.
"In those Muslim countries, there was nothing happening" he explained. "The only sex I had there was reading dirty books and jacking off. We all had the same problem. Had to sneak in those books too."
Jim noticed Jen's hand reach under the table when she was telling Paul how unfair that was. "I mean, after all, you're over there, serving your country and can't get laid." Her hand on his thigh, Jen rubbed the marine in sympathy.
Jim saw what was happening, what his wife of 22 years was doing. His dick twitched at the sight of Jen's unabashed flirting. Excusing himself, Jim went to the men's room. The walk eased the blood flow, interrupting his erection. Relieving himself, he wondered why the sight of his wife flirting excited him.
Jim also wondered why he seemed to find it easy to get hard when he was around Paul. "Fuck it. Maybe it's just my meds."
Returning to their booth, Jim saw that the marine had his hand over Jen's shoulder. They were laughing and whispering.
Jim could swear that he saw the marine cupping his wife's breast with his large hand. Jen's hand was still under the table and Jim was sure he saw her arm moving up and down. His cock hardened again.
"Why don't we go home and I'll fix you boys some dinner" Jen said, her cheeks flushed.
