I posted this previously and iIt was up for a while and then was pulled down, based on someone's perception that Holly, the 16-year old daughter in the story, was involved in a sex scene. There is only one brief sex scene and did not include her. Holly does discuss her mother's sex life and does mention being pressured by her boyfriend but at no time does she engage in sexual activity. Nonetheless, the story continues to be rejected as originally written.
Therefore, in order to hopefully pass muster with the webmaster, I have re-written the story and made Holly 18-years old. I think it takes away from her role in the story a bit but is a necessary change.
Disclaimer: All sexual acts in this story take place between consensual adults 18 years of age or older.
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I had played well, I thought. It wasn't the best round I had ever played but I had finished 18 holes at just 7 over par, which was pretty darn good. My friend Matt and I had been playing golf together a couple times a month for the past few years. He was about 10 years older than I was. We had met when my wife Becky and I moved into our current house 6 years ago.
Matt is a big guy and has the gift of gab. He's in real estate and does very well for himself, though there is the occasional slow period. His wife, Pam, is a tall, thin blonde woman who had stayed at home to raise their son, Chet. He had recently turned 18 and was finishing up high school before heading off to the university. Pam and Becky had become friends instantly and visited with each other several times a week.
Becky is also a blonde, with straight hair (which she's usually happy with except on those occasions when she'd really like "some curls and a little body") that currently ends just below her shoulders. She keeps herself in good shape, with a few sags and soft spots but nothing more than you would expect from a 41-year old woman. She's still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, or at least she was before this whole thing started.
Guys, you know how it goes when you hear those words: we need to talk. There's never once been a time when a wife uttered those words that were good news for the poor husband on the receiving end, so when Becky said them to me that fateful Saturday afternoon I immediately braced for some sort of bad news.
I'm sure we all do this: we try to think about what it could be. I hadn't gone into the garage, so my first thought was something happened to her car. But that wouldn't really be a big deal. I made a good living as an engineer so if it was something as material as that it could be easily remedied and she knew that.
So then I figured it was something personal, like family. All of our parents were still alive, as were 3 of our 8 grandparents. Had something happened to one of them? Or perhaps it was our daughter, Holly. Holly was very close with her mother and we often joked that she was my wife's 'mini-me'. She had Becky's straight blonde hair and love of shopping. She had recently started dating (she had turned 18 a couple months ago) and had a boyfriend named Dean who seemed nice enough. They weren't sexually active that I was aware of but I guess dads aren't always in the loop on that kind of thing. Could Holly be pregnant? Crap. That would certainly explain Becky's somber tone, though it could be dealt with.
Or maybe Becky's pregnant. We still did it a couple times a week, though with age (I'm 43) things have slowed a bit and I can't go on like I did 10 or 15 years ago. But it was very satisfying for us and to my knowledge Becky hadn't been through menopause so could still get pregnant. Imagine that: a father again at my age. I had enjoyed it the first time around and thought it would be true again, but perhaps Becky thought I would be unhappy about it.
Of course, all of this went through my head in a matter of seconds and I had pretty much convinced myself that one of the women in my life was pregnant by the time I sat down at the kitchen table opposite from my wife of 18 years.
"Henry, my darling, you know how much I love you, don't you?"
"Of course, Beck; I've never doubted it for a minute."
I tried to remain upbeat, not wanting her to fear telling me about the new baby I was sure was coming, but a little doubt crept into my mind. Why would she ask if I knew how much she loved me unless she were about to tell me something that would make be question it?
"And I do, Henry. I love you with every piece of me and I will forever, and I look forward to spending the rest of our lives together. It's what I've always wanted."
"Me too, honey, but I assume this wasn't intended as a meeting of the mutual admiration society. What's this about?"
"Henry, we've been together for 20 years, 18 of them as husband and wife. I love you more and more every day, and I've happily dedicated my life to taking care of you and our wonderful daughter for that entire time. With the exception of some visits with friends, I've asked very little for myself. Would you agree?"
This was obviously not about Holly, and was about something Becky wanted that she thought I might have some objection to. She had never suggested a desire for another baby so I was quickly losing confidence in that theory.
"I would agree, honey. You've always put Holly and me first, though we've encouraged you to take time and do things for yourself as well."
"You have, and I'm aware of that. And that's one of the ways I know how much you love me and why I believe you'll indulge me now."
"Well, I'm listening."
"Henry, as you are aware, as we age things change. Our bodies change, our energy levels change, and our sex drives change. You're a wonderful lover, Henry, and always have been, but you know as well as I do that you can't go as long or as often as you used to, and it typically takes a couple of days for you to recharge before we can go again. This is just a natural part of aging and I understand that."
I really didn't like the way this was suddenly going. Perhaps the last thing a man wants his wife to start talking about is his virility, or at least the lack of it. I had a bad feeling about this. She continued.
"I know you've tried the little blue pill and that has certainly helped with...some things, but it can't do anything about your energy and your desire, you know what I mean?"
Not knowing what to say at this point, I simply nodded that I understood what she was saying. I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, which I presumed had something to do with some sort of solution to this 'problem'.
"For me it's been the opposite. As I've gotten older my libido has increased. When I turned 40 it was like a switch was flipped. I wore you out for a while there, which I know you remember."
I did, that's for sure. We were doing it almost every night, though sometimes (probably more than I want to admit) I had to resort to getting her off orally because my little soldier wouldn't stand at attention again that particular night. But I still worked hard to satisfy her and thought I had been pretty successful. I was getting a different impression now.
"I find myself needing something pretty much every day. When you and I make love, as always you ensure I've had mine before taking care of yourself. However, it used to be that when we were done I couldn't possibly take any more, and now I find that, well, I could still use some more attention before calling it a night. I have some toys I use discreetly to take care of that but it's a bit frustrating."
"Don't you think I feel the same way, Becky? I love you and I want you to be taken care of, but you can't fully fight biology."
"I know, and I understand that, and I don't in any way hold these things against you. It's simply the nature of getting older."
"Okay Becky, now that you've pointed out my sexual inadequacies and done your best to minimize them, are you going to get to the point of this conversation?"
As she had talked about my inability to fully satisfy her any longer, I had reached the conclusion that this train was barreling toward her asking permission to have an affair. I was almost right.
"Henry, please understand that I'm not trying to put you down; I'm just trying to explain. This is very difficult to say, and I hope you won't get too angry, and that we can keep talking about this as we've been doing.
I said nothing and didn't move. I just waited.
"Henry, I have a lover. It's been going on for almost a year."
I was stunned. I couldn't even bring myself to respond, so she kept talking to fill the silence.
"We meet a couple times a week. I don't love him. I only love you. I've been very careful to make sure you didn't find out and that nothing changed for you at home. I've gotten very good at knowing when you'd be in the mood and planning accordingly. You've always had me whenever you wanted me and nothing about that will change. You are my husband and your needs will always come first."
"So this is something you intend to continue."
"Yes, Henry, I do. As I said, my needs have grown and I need to do this to satisfy them. But I want you to be confident that it doesn't change how I feel about you or the lovemaking we share."
"Who is it?"
"I'm not going to tell you that, Henry. You don't need to know who it is and no good can come from that. It's not any of your friends or anyone you work with. It's just someone I met."
"And you expect me to simply accept this because I love you?"
"Yes I do. I know you love me and you want me to be happy and satisfied, and I know that you know you've not noticed any change and I've tried hard to make sure of that. Besides, the alternative is you having to pay me alimony and child support and live somewhere else, but all that will do is keep you from getting my pussy on a regular basis, let him have it even more often, and separate you from your daughter. I love you and I don't want you to suffer like that. It'll be better for everyone if we just keep going forward as we have been."
I was trying my best to remain calm on the outside, but on the inside I was absolutely livid. How dare she threaten me with the ramifications of divorce? Perhaps Holly wouldn't be too keen on living with a mother that's cheating on her father.
"Well, that certainly sounds better for you, anyway. You've got it all sorted out, haven't you. You took page one from the lying and cheating wives handbook and played me for a damn fool. You've got me hooked and can now leave me twisting in the wind."
"Please don't look at it like that, honey."
"Don't fucking call me that, you bitch."
"Henry, getting angry and using foul language isn't going to make this any easier."
"That may be true but it sure makes me feel better."
