Please note that the subject matter of this story fits into both the mature and fetish categories and involves adultery on the part of a man and a woman.
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As had been his practice recently, when Calvin Finley went out his back door and headed over to the garage of the farm a hundred yards up the road he made a point of taking a slightly different route than had been his custom over the last couple years, and the fact that it was his wife that alerted him that he was wearing a path between the two properties made him chuckle.
"You know Calvin, if it becomes obvious enough for me to see it, I suspect that someone else could tell as well," Alma had warned him, in effect assisting her husband of nearly 40 years in committing adultery with the woman next door.
"Much obliged," Calvin had said, appreciating the fact that while their marriage was not what it was, they still loved and cared about each other very much.
In fact, it was Calvin's wife who suggested that she had no objection to him seeking pleasure from another woman, her only wish was for him to be discreet and not embarrass her in their small backwoods town, because news like that in the sleepy hamlet of Piseco, New York traveled fast.
Alma's blessing of her always faithful husband finding a lover was a bit selfish on her part for two reasons.
"Maybe it's the change of life or something, but I just don't enjoy it anymore. It hurts," Alma confided, "and it's not your fault because you haven't changed, I guess my body has. But the main reason is that I've become rather fond of someone else, so this is my way of looking for your approval too."
"Who is he?" Calvin had asked, a little upset at the thought of Alma with another guy, but her answer calmed him down.
"Not a he dear. A she," Alma said.
"Oh. Well, in that case it's okay," he heard himself saying, surprising them both it seemed.
"You sure?"
"Want to give me a hint about who the lucky lady is?" Calvin prodded playfully. "Is it Lydia next door?"
"Goodness no," Alma had answered quickly. "Nothing against the woman mind you. She's a nice lady and it hurts me when I hear her getting screamed at and who knows what else by that slug of a husband. It's just that - well - the lady I'm fond of is a bit more feminine if you know what I mean."
Calvin knew exactly what Alma meant because Lydia Cole had a rather sever and almost mannish look because of her short black hair and usually stern expression, but she had other less than ladylike features that caught the senior's eye although he had done nothing but look before then.
It wasn't easy for the 64 year old farmer to try and seduce a woman after all those decades of married life but to his surprise Lydia Cole was not only flattered but to his surprise was interested.
They would have made for an odd couple if they were seen together in public, the tall and slender Lydia and the short and squat Calvin, since the only things they had in common were belonging to AARP and being in sexless marriages.
Lydia was understandably nervous about this, since her drunkard husband was a brute who enjoyed leaving bruises on the skinny woman's back because they didn't show that way, making it easier for them to show up at church on Sunday and pretend they were a real couple.
Luckily Hank Cole drank early and often enough so that when he passed out Lydia was able to sneak out the back door and meet her neighbor in a place that was not romantic but was convenient, the Cole's barn/garage.
Calvin had never told Lydia that his wife had given him permission because he felt that Lydia would feel odd about that, and Calvin never told Alma about his going next door for love either. Only the path had given him away but even so, she never said a word about it when she deduced it.
"Don't ask, don't tell," Alma had insisted for both of them from the start and they had stayed true to that, although Calvin had begun to expect that Alma's lover was the woman that styled hair in town.
This night was a special occasion, although Calvin knew that Lydia would have no idea what it was. He did buy the woman a little present though and had even wrapped it up, and it was in his pocket as he crept over the the side door of the barn, smiling when he saw the pink clothespin in the line that was Lydia's signal that she wanted Calvin to come over.
Safely inside, Calvin lit the tiny lamp that gave them the little illumination they needed, and after brushing off their bed of whatever dust had formed in the last three days, he set the gift down where Lydia sat.
Their "bed" was in fact a homemade work bench, probably the only thing Lydia's shit husband had ever done right, and while it wasn't a bed it served their purposes perfectly. Like most older people the two of them were set in their ways, and although Lydia was a bit baffled by Calvin's peculiar preferences at first, she was too happy being appreciated to mind and given the things she had been subjected to from her husband, Calvin's quirks were enjoyable.
"You look lovely dear," Calvin said as the door opened and Lydia came in, wearing slippers and a worn bathrobe, and although Calvin knew that she would be wearing a very plain unflattering white nightie underneath it his cock still stirred when it came off.
