Throughout our marriage of 30 years, I have often tried to spice up our sex life. Don't get me wrong; the first 10 to 15 years were great! Those years certainly didn't need any spicing up. However, the past 15 have been tough. My wife, with a few exceptions, has considered having sex with me one of three options: as a reward, a prepayment, or premenstrual pseudo-libido.
THE REWARD OPTION: The sweetest sex we had was when we got out of town for a few days. We would travel 300 miles, get a motel room and basically act like a couple of hot teenagers for the weekend. She would always surprise me with some new lingerie. I'd get her a little drunk, and we'd have a high 'ole time.
THE PREPAYMENT OPTION: Other times she would attack me before one of her family gatherings. She knew I hated being around her large family and their soap-opera lives. Therefore, to make it easy for her to get a "yes" answer from me, she would bribe me with a great blowjob the night before. (To be honest, it usually worked.)
THE PREMENSTRUAL PSEUDO-LIBIDO OPTION: Traditionally, the night before she starts her period, she got pretty frisky. This sex was not always that great, but hey, ANY sex is better than none at all.
By this time, you might be thinking, "So what's wrong with that? Is this guy terminally oversexed, or what?" Why heaven's no, I say! Why else would I spend so much time reading and writing stories here at Literotica?
Problem: 1) We can no longer afford to go out of town for getaways. Beside, the last few times we went, the magic was gone, and I couldn't even get her drunk. 2) Kids are all grown, so we don't get to visit her family on a regular basis -a mixed blessing. 3) She's now on some hormone therapy and doesn't get frisky before her period (or after, for that matter).
We were living in sexual limbo, and needless to say, our relationship was rather strained. Sex has always been a difficult subject for us to discuss, without both of us becoming defensive.
This prompted me to take another stab at spontaneity and infuse the relationship with a little sexuality. At this point I figured what could it hurt? Since my sexual advances were having little or no effect on her, I opted to bring in a third party. I knew she still loved me on several levels, so I didn't feel adding another person would put our marriage in jeopardy. The only difficulty with pursuing this final option was finding the perfect third party. Since she finds alternate life styles, i.e., lesbianism totally offense, it had to be a man.
It had to be a younger man -some free and easy type, who would light up her ego and get her juices flowing. The man would have to be single, good looking, sexy, and well hung. I knew from observation she was secretly attracted to the tall, dark and handsome type. It also had to be someone we both knew, since (hopefully) she would reject having an affair with a stranger. Narrowing down the prospects, I made a short list of available men. The next trick was confronting my final choice with the opportunity.
I worked with a 40-year-old divorcee named Dave, and he seemed to fit most of my prerequisites. He stood 6 ft. tall with black hair and bedroom eyes that made him quite the lady's man. Being a lady's man is why he was divorced, but Barb didn't know that. He was more than a casual acquaintance of mine, and I knew Barb had met him in my company a few times. I invited him to play some Saturday golf. He agreed and even set up the tee time for us. I wanted to check him out further, before springing such an idea on him.
The golf outing was a success. We each shot within strokes of each other and I found him very relaxing to be around. We discussed all the typical guy stuff: sports, work, weather and women. Speaking of woman, I was pleasantly surprised to discover we shared a mutual taste in buxom blondes. I also learned that his former mistress was 8 years his senior. Everything seemed to be falling in place, when we hit the showers. As we toweled off, I sneaked a peek at his jewels. I speculated the length of his thick, flaccid cock at 5 inches, which was more than enough to fill my requirements.
"How 'bout going for a cold one, Dave?" I smiled.
"Sounds good to me," he answered.
I made some lame excuse about having to drop off something by the house, and he followed me home. I wanted Barb and Dave to have a good look at each other, before I made my determination.
"Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, from the front door.
There was no response, so I yelled louder, and ushered Dave into the front room. Soon we heard footsteps on the kitchen floor. Apparently Barb had been sunbathing in the backyard. She entered the front room, tying the bra straps of her bikini.
"Shit, Donny! I didn't know you had company!" She said, half-smiling up at Dave. Looking into his piercing eyes, she felt naked. She crossed her arms to cover her huge tits and tried to find a relaxed pose.
"Sorry Dear, you remember Dave, don't you?"
"Hi Barb, its been a while. How ya doing?"
He extended his hand and smiled. She let go of her arms, shook his hand and returned his smile. His smile must have relaxed her, since she let her hands fall down to her sides. I could see her nipples start to harden as they engaged in light conversation. They seemed to hit it off right away, so I excused myself to the kitchen for some beers. I returned with 3 cold ones, offered the beers, and they both reached for one, without breaking their conversation. I invited him to take a seat, and the two of us sat on the couch across from Barb.
The conversation shifted from remarks about the weather, work, and hobbies. As she talked, she brushed back her hair, in a flirting manner. This caused her bra strap to fall from her shoulder. Caught up in his good looks, she ignored it. I was amazed how relaxed she was around him. This was only the first time she spoke to the man, and she had done nothing to cover herself. The conversation switched to her hobbies. She giggled and crossed her bare legs, as David complimented her choice of colors, arrangement, whatever. I was more into observing their body language, rather than what was actually said.
"You know Hon, we were planning on going to the bar..." I started.
"Well, why don't you guys just hang out here? We've got plenty of beer, chips and stuff. I could even whip up some dip." She said, smiling.
"What do ya think, Dave?" I asked.
"If it doesn't matter to you Don, we can stay put. Besides, I doubt if the waitresses at the bar are wearing bikinis," he laughed.
Barb turned red at his remark, and realized that she had been sitting in front of us practically naked. Dave winked at me and we both laughed.
"Oh God, look at me! I'm so embarrassed. Donny, why did you let me sit here half naked? I'll be right back."
She got up promptly and headed out of the room.
"Hey Babe, don't be upset. We we're just enjoying the show!" I yelled, watching her full ass jiggle as she walked away.
Turning back to us at the doorway, she seductively pulled her other bra strap down, and stared directly at Dave.
"I'm sure you DID!" She said, and made her exit.
"Wow, Don! You never said you had such a hot wife!"
"Yeah, she can be pretty hot, when she feels like flirting. I think she enjoys your company."
I heard her footsteps in the hallway, and knew she had to have heard our remarks. I invited him to see our recroom in the basement. He admired my pool table and suggested we play a game. After downing another beer, he opened up and told me about his ex-wife. According to Dave, she had become rather frigid in bed. That's when he resorted to having the affair with an older woman.
"Mature women are more relaxed lovers, and so much more sexy than younger women. At least to ME they are," he said, as a matter-of-fact.
I agreed with him and thought this might be an excellent time to propose a hypothesis.
"So what do you think of Barb? I mean, if she wasn't attached. Is she the kind of woman that would appeal to you?"
"Oh HELL YES! No offense, Don, but even if she WERE attached to anyone but you, I'd definitely make a pass at her!"
Whatever jealous feelings I might have had changed to feelings of excitement and pride. Just the idea of this younger lady's man being attracted to my wife was arousing. That's when I asked him a very leading question.
"Suppose you were given the opportunity, how would you go about making a play for her?" I asked, laughingly.
He looked at me dead in the eyes and put his big hand on my shoulder.
"You can't be serious, Don! You surely don't want me to make a play for Barb, do you?"
I laughed nervously and shrugged it off. This process was going a lot faster than I ever anticipated. If this was THE GUY I wanted to service my wife, I needed to be more tactful than that. As I tried to conjure up a response to take us off the subject, I heard Barb's voice.
"So are you two ready for some dip?" She yelled.
Our eyes drifted up from the pool table, in answer to her offer. I was stopped cold at the incredible sight of her. She had taken a shower and fixed her shoulder-length ash blond hair. Her makeup was on heavy, like she was going out on the town. She wore a short, lightweight, one-piece sundress that barely reached her tanned thighs. It had buttons all the way down the front, but she had four buttons opened, exposing her delicious cleavage. As she jiggled across the floor, the swaying of her 36dd's made it clear she was braless. She hadn't dressed like this, since we were dating, some 30 years ago. I was speechless.
"Barb, you make one hot waitress with or without the bikini!" Said Dave, taking the snack tray from her.
She blushed and shook her blonde hair away from her face.
"Can I get you another beer, or something?" She asked Dave directly.
Even a blind man could see she was openly flirting with him. She watched his eyes follow her, as she went over to the bar. I knew he was also caught up in her advances, and wondered just how far he would go, considering my suggestive questions. I didn't have to wait long to find out. He put down his pool cue and sauntered over to the bar.
"Yes Miss, I'll have another, but can I fix YOU something, instead of a beer?" He prodded.
She pondered and stared up at the ceiling and answered.
"Well, we do have makings for Martinis?"
