Thanks to BlackRandi for editing
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Life is pretty sweet for me, and recently it's been getting better. I have a job that is not only interesting and challenging, but it allows me to work from home most days. This working from home gives me the scope and freedom to do things when I want and how I want. I can train as much as I want and when I have the energy. As a result, although I'm in my mid-forties, I weigh 200lbs/14 Stone/96Kg depending where the reader is from, at six feet, and very little of it is fat. I don't just lift weights, I do a lot of running, cycling and Crossfit.
Adding to this sweet life, my wife only works three days a week. We get to spend at least two mornings or afternoons a week making love for hours without worrying about being disturbed. It's just like when we were at university.
My wife, Sarah, is remarkable. She's five-eight, weighs about 130lbs, giving her an athletic body. Her skin is pale and flawless, except for a few freckles on her nose and upper cheeks. Her hair is chest length and dyed blond, with gentle curls in it. Her steel grey eyes sparkle almost all the time and set off her beautiful face perfectly.
Despite not working out, she has maintained her perfect body. Although she thinks her breasts are on the small side, to me they are perfect: firm, sensitive and without sag. I think all this beauty she has comes from the facts she has never smoked or drank, and also eats sensibly. The only exercise she does is go for a walk once a week in the local woodlands with her friend Jane.
Jane lives in the village with her family and is about ten years younger than us. Once Jane has dropped off her young children at the local school, on one of Sarah's days off, they both go together for about an hour's walk in the local woods.
Jane is 5'2", with a petite frame and straight mousy coloured hair in a "Rachel from Friends" style. Jane always has perfect make up and is smartly dressed. Even when just walking in the woods with Sarah. Jane's beautifully full body is always accentuated by fashionable clothes.
Usually, when Sarah comes back from her walk, if my work is quiet, she'll suggest we go and spend a couple of hours behaving like we were students again: sucking, fucking and cumming without being disturbed. Like I said, life is sweet.
However, earlier this year, something happened a little differently. From my home office, I heard the back door open and went down stairs tell Sarah I was feeling particularly horny, I'd gotten all my work sorted, and I couldn't wait to take her to bed. As I came through the living room door, I realised Sarah wasn't alone. Jane was with her.
My heart sank. Although I liked Jane, she was fun to be around, I had other thoughts of fun on my mind. I recovered quickly and asked if anyone would like a cup of coffee, as I was just about to make myself one. Jane said yes, and when I looked at my wife Sarah, she smiled a knowing smile and nodded.
Once I'd made the coffee, I sat down with Sarah and Jane, aiming to ask them about their walk and how they were. As I sat down, Sarah said, "Jane would like a favour."
"Sure, what is it?" I replied, thinking she would have a problem with her house or car. With me being handy with my hands, it wasn't unusual to be asked to help out.
Jane looked like she was starting to speak but couldn't get the words out. She looked at Sarah and finally said "I can't... I'm embarrassed... Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." Tears formed in her eyes.
I felt terrible for her, so moved close, put my arm around her shoulder, pulled her head on to my upper chest and said "Hey, it's all right, we're here to help. Whatever you need, we'll do our best to help you. Sarah and I won't mention anything to anyone. Whenever you're ready, we are here to listen and help if you need us."
I looked over at Sarah, who instead of having a concerned look on her face like I thought she would, was happily smiling.
I knitted my brow to ask her non-verbally what was going on.
"I told Jane you'd say that, but she wouldn't believe me," Sarah said. "While we've been walking over the last few months, Jane has been telling me about the trouble she and Mike have been having." After a pause, she continued, "In the bedroom."
Not really what I was expecting, again. I liked Mike, he was funny, but he also carries a lot of weight, about an extra 150 pounds. Finally, it seemed, all that weight had caught up with him and he couldn't perform in the bedroom. I was more than happy to help him lose weight, I'd be happy to draw up a training schedule, educate him on nutrition and coach him a couple of times a week. As long as he was committed, I saw no problems in him achieving the goal of losing all that weight.
While I was thinking about how to train fat people, Sarah continued. "I didn't really know what to say to begin with when Jane started telling me her problems, 'I'm sorry to hear that your sex life is rubbish, but mine is great, and it's getting better'? It's not really what Jane wanted to hear, so I said nothing.
"Then today Jane said she was thinking of leaving Mike. Although she still loves him, she has physical needs. She loves sex. After hearing this, I came up with a great idea that I think you'll like. I told Jane and she likes it, too."
I could feel Jane freeze and hold her breath under my arm.
"Sure, anything to help. Is Mike ready to lose weight?" I said, not wanting to waste my efforts.
"He keeps having a go, but is never successful. I think with your help, he can really make it this time." Sarah relied. "But that's only half the plan. Jane's needs need to be met as well," she continued.
"I suggested to Jane that as well as helping Mike out, you could also help her out."
My eyes widened as I digested what was being proposed. Out of my head flew any thoughts of nutrition and exercise routines, to be replaced with shock. My wife was talking about lending me out to her friend. Not to fix the car or cut down a tree, but for sex.
My wife and I have recently made a few discoveries about each other and ourselves. In the cold light of day, what my wife was proposing was her just being her usual helpful self. However, when you are blind-sided like this, it's still a shock.
"Okay" I replied slowly and hesitantly.
Jane unfroze, lifted her head off my chest and looked between me and Sarah.
Sarah took control of the situation, looking at Jane said. "I told you Steve would be glad to help. Like I said on the walk, there are a few conditions. This is only a temporary arrangement while you and Mike sort yourselves out. No one else must know and you two", pointing to me and Jane, "can only get together while I'm here. That way, everything looks normal, especially to that nosy neighbour on the Common."
Wow, Sarah had been doing a lot of thinking while out walking.
"I'm going to have a shower now," she continued as if nothing unusual was happening, "I'll be about half an hour. That should be plenty of time for Steve to give you a little therapy."
With that, she stood up, went to the bathroom and we heard the water start to flow.
The whole time we had been talking, Jane's hand hadn't left my chest. I now became aware that she had been gently stroking it. I sat there thinking through all what had been said in the last couple of minutes and saw how it fitted in with the rest of our lives.
I'd recently found out that my wife of twenty years had been having sex with her friend from university. The revelation, far from driving us apart, made our relationship stronger and improved both our sex lives, so although I was surprised at Sarah's suggestion, I wasn't that surprised.
This was Sarah being her normal helpful, selfless self, helping others. Also, I think, showing that she appreciated how I'd been so understanding with her and her friend Alison and that she trusted me. Nothing would change negatively in our relationship; the only variable was Jane, and from what I knew of her, there wouldn't be any issues.
Now I was happy everything was clear and I understood everything. I dipped my head down and kissed Jane gently on the lips, stroking her nose with mine.
I'd always thought Jane was pretty, but Sarah, to me, is the prettiest woman I've ever seen, so my thoughts had never gone further than that. Now, given permission, I really couldn't wait to take Jane.
She responded to my kisses, kissing me back with her super soft lips, pressing harder and more fervently. Different from my wife, who never wears make up, was the taste and smell of Jane's perfectly made-up face. It wasn't better or worse, just different. Before we got too carried away, I took hold of Jane's hand that was focusing on stroking my abs and lower, stood up and led her to the bedroom I usually shared with Sarah.
Once in the room, I held Jane close to me and carried on kissing her, letting my hands roam over her back and in her hair. Her hands were doing the same to me. It was strange having to bend down so much to kiss her, my wife, the only person I'd really kissed in years being much taller than Jane, but that didn't stop our tongues probing each other's mouths as though we were trying to get inside each other.
Jane broke off from the kiss to start removing her clothes, I followed suit. "God, I can't believe I'm doing this. I've always lusted after you and your body. I can still picture as clear as day that time I saw you in just your shorts down at the lake. I've dreamed of doing this for ages, and now I'm finally going to do it." Jane said breathlessly.
I'd never seen her like this. Normally she is just one of the other women in the village, living normal village lives, talking about normal village things. When we'd have a dinner party, everyone would be fun and sociable, but there'd be no hint of the feelings or passion or desires that must sit just below the surface, and were being revealed by Jane now.
As quick as a flash she was down to her knickers and socks and I could see her beautiful breasts: larger than my wife's and full, high up on her body. I laid her down on the bed and straddled her, feeling our bodies close and continuing with the passionate kissing.
Her hands roamed all over my body front and back. After a little while, I broke off from kissing her and moved down her body, nipping her erect nipples with my lips before reaching her knickers.
