For the past few years my wife and I have thoroughly enjoyed reading Literotica. I often enjoy the Exhibitionist & Voyeur stories while my wife is drawn to the Group Sex stories, but our favorite is the Loving Wives category. We're not much into the cuckold stuff, but we have found some of the hottest, most erotic tales in this category. Since we have gotten so much pleasure from this site, I thought it only fair to return the favor and post a story or two of our adventures. Hopefully, someone will find these events entertaining.
The following is absolutely true and I have not embellished it in any way. I made every attempt to portray the events as accurately as possible. I welcome your comments, especially from any female readers.
My lovely wife, Kate, and I have been married for 15 years now, a second marriage for both of us. She is currently in her mid-40s and has always been very curvy. While she has put on some weight in the last couple of years, she is still beautiful; her cute face and blue eyes framed by blond hair that flips up right at her shoulders. She could easily pass for someone ten years younger. She also sports a great set of 36Ds that I can never get enough of.
I'm about nine years older than she is, just shy of six feet tall and still somewhat trim. I'm told I look younger than my age as well, and I still feel pretty young, too.
We both came from sexually unfulfilling first marriages, and have physically enjoyed each other greatly in our years together. In fact, Kate had never had an orgasm until she divorced her first husband and dated for a while before we met. About a year before we met, she went clubbing with some girlfriends from college. She met a charming man who was on active duty in the military in town on temporary duty for training. They hit it off right away, and were strongly attracted to each other. Kate noticed a ring on his left hand, and he was completely honest, admitting he was married. To Kate's surprise, he told her he had an open marriage. She had never heard of an open marriage and he had to explain that he and his wife sometimes had sex with other people. Kate was skeptical, believing he was lying to get her in bed and told him she was not interested in hooking up with a married man.
He promptly pulled out his cell phone, dialed his wife and explained the situation. He asked her if she would mind if he spent the evening with Kate and she told him to enjoy himself. When he told her of Kate's skepticism, she asked to speak to her. When he handed the phone to Kate, she felt very uncomfortable, but his wife quickly put her at ease. She told her to have fun with her husband and that she had no problem with it at all. So they left Kate's friends at the club and checked into hotel nearby.
He was the first man to take his time with her and make sure she enjoyed herself as much as he would. He was also the first man to go down on her, and that's how she experienced the first orgasm of her life. That first orgasm awakened her sexual appetite, and to this day, I owe him a debt of gratitude for that. As long as I have known her, she has had a voracious and almost unquenchable thirst for sex. So much so that I often have trouble keeping up with her!
He also opened her eyes to the fact that open marriages exist and are acceptable to some people. For years, it wasn't something she was interested in at all, but she didn't judge those that live their lives that way.
A few months after these events, Kate and I were introduced by mutual friends and we have been together ever since. For the most part, our marriage has been fun and interesting. The sex has been great and some of it very memorable. I have several events in mind that I want to write about and post separately, but this is about one that was stunning to me when it happened a few years ago and I want to share it with Literotica fans.
A few weeks before my 50th birthday, Kate asked what I wanted. I knew she was probably planning a party or large get-together with friends and family, but I just wasn't in the mood for a big celebration. She seemed disappointed that I didn't want to do more, but I insisted that I wanted to keep it low-key. I guess I wasn't looking forward to being 50 years old.
"Well, what can I get you for a present, then?" she asked.
I don't know about you, but now that I'm at this age, I'm starting to feel like I have enough stuff. I don't need any new electronics or clothes. We have a comfortable life and I have almost everything I need. But I had the sudden thought that some sort of "experience" wouldn't be a bad idea. You know, like sky diving lessons, or a Caribbean vacation, or even just a really great blowjob. A great experience would be something I could remember for years to come, while a DVD of the latest hit movie would languish on a shelf, forgotten in a matter of days.
"I don't really want anything, babe," I replied. "If you feel like you just have to do something, maybe arrange something fun for me."
She scrunched up her nose. "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know," I said, feeling a little frustrated that she expected me to tell her exactly what I had in mind. I would rather she put some though into it and surprise me. "Plan a trip for us. Or let's just have a really fun weekend. Or a night of really great sex!"
Instantly I saw her expression change from confused to mischievous. She cut her eyes at me playfully and she said softly. "What do you mean, 'great sex'?"
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Maybe a really long blowjob? Or we do it in the backyard under the stars? Something unusual. Heck, I don't know! I just want to get laid, okay? You figure it out!"
She glared at me through squinted eyes for several seconds. Suddenly her eyebrows popped up as if she just had a thought.
"Okaaaaay!" she said, dragging the word out with her voice fluctuating up and down an octave, in a devilish sing-songy way. She shrugged coyly and walked away, leaving me with the impression that I should have been careful what I wished for. I just chuckled and shook my head.
When my birthday rolled around, I went into work as usual. Kate kissed me and wished me a happy birthday as I headed out the door. She told me to be home at 6:30 sharp, and not one minute earlier. I nodded and told her I loved her and I closed the door behind me.
Once at the office, only one co-worker acknowledged the day with a simple email message. That was fine, as I really didn't want a big fuss. My mom called to wish me a happy birthday and wanted to know when she could take me to dinner. I told her to plan on Saturday, as it would be easier for both of us. She said she was looking forward to it and we hung up.
I went to lunch alone, which gave me some time to wonder about Kate's plans for the evening. She had given me no hint about what to expect, and I liked it that way. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. Based on my earlier conversation with her, I was pretty sure I would not receive tickets for a cruise or a safari. She was going to fuck my brains out.
On my way back from lunch, my best friend Charles called my cell phone.
"Hey daddy-o! Happy birthday!"
"Thanks, amigo. What are you up to today?" I asked.
"Oh, just working. What's Kate got planned for you tonight?"
"I don't know, man, but I expect to need a defibrillator around 10:00 tonight!" I said.
He laughed boisterously, and then said, "That's awesome! Then I've got the perfect birthday present for you. Can I stop by your office later today and drop it off?"
I told him I had a meeting scheduled from 2:00 to 3:00 with my team, and anytime after that would be fine.
He showed up about 4:00, grinning widely as he rapped his knuckles on the door jamb. I waved him into my office and he quietly closed the door behind himself. He seemed like he could hardly contain himself with excitement as he reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a thin cardboard package about the size of an index card and about a quarter-inch thick. It rattled slightly as he reached across my desk to hand it to me. It looked a lot like one of those packages of drug samples you get at the doctor's office.
"You're sure gonna have a happy birthday now, man!" he said, laughing loudly.
As I looked at the package, I immediately recognized the Cialis logo I have seen so often on television commercials. I leaned back in my chair and joined Charles in hearty laughter.
"Oh, so I turn 50 and automatically need Cialis?"
Charles was laughing so hard that tears were squeezing out of the corners of his eyes. I was so relieved he had closed the door, as our laughter would surely have brought curious co-workers to my office. I would hate to have to explain what was so funny to the women who sat outside my office.
He said, "Look, these are real pills I got from my doctor, they're not fakes. I don't know if you really need any help in that department or not, and frankly I don't think I want to know!" We burst out laughing again, and I knew if anyone else knew what we were laughing about they would accuse us of being immature.
"But even of you don't need 'em, these things will turbo-charge your equipment, man. You won't believe what they will do for you. And they last way longer than the 36 hours it says on the box. They boost me for a good seven or eight days."
"Well, thanks! And maybe Kate will be calling to thank you, too!"
Charles laughed again and said, "She won't if you don't take one right now! It takes a little while to kick in."
He got up to leave and I opened one of the plastic blisters to pop out a pill. I had never taken Cialis before or any other similar drug, but in recent months I had begun to wonder if I might benefit from it. The ol' equipment was still working, but maybe not as well as it did 20 years ago. Maybe I was due for a Cialis test drive.
