So here I am, about to suck another man's cock for the first time at 56 years old. And to top it off, my beautiful wife is right there with me swirling her tongue around the guys balls. I am hesitant and my mind is racing, how the hell did I get here?
OK, so I guess you should have the back story on this. My name is Brad Brady and my wife is Cindy. Yes, like on the Brady Bunch. She gets a kick out of that as it was her favourite show as a kid. Cindy is four years younger than me. We met at Christmas time when I was 22 and she was 18. I had just finished University and Cindy was a freshman. My dad and her dad had become associates at the same law firm and their family had invited us over for a dinner between Christmas and New Years.
Now Cindy was and is a knockout. She is 5'8" has beautiful auburn hair, green eyes and a Marilyn Monroe type body. I am 6'1" and have an athletic body. To say we hit it off that first meeting is an understatement. After dinner, while our parents were enjoying cognac and talking politics, I was in the basement with Cindy and she was giving me the most fantastic blowjob I had ever experienced.
You see, Cindy and I have a lot in common and one of the main things is that we both love sex. I had been one of those guys who would screw anything that moved while in high school and college. And Cindy, I found out, although more discreet than I had found sex early too and found that she loved it. So when we got together, there was an instant sexual electricity and she ended up blowing me after only having met me a few hours before.
After that first encounter we began dating and not only fell in love, but also became best friends. Of course there was lots of sex. And four months later, Cindy was pregnant. Our respective parents weren't overly pleased, but could see we loved each other and consented to our getting married. We had an early fall wedding before Cindy was showing too much.
I had taken a job at an investment firm and had done really well in my first year and had already been promoted. Between my job and the fact that my family gave us a house for our wedding, we didn't have to worry too much about making ends meet. Cindy had the twins, Jack and Janet, in late January and told me in no uncertain terms that she didn't want to go through pregnancy again and marched me off to the doctor to get snipped.
Our life was pretty busy those early years. I was putting in lots of hours but moving up in the company, while Cindy was coping with the kids. Our sex life, although not as frequent as it had been while we were dating was great. We made sure to schedule date nights and time that we could enjoy sex without the kids interrupting us. One of the times when the kids turned 4 was our Sunday mornings. My mom was really into church and wanted our kids to go to Sunday School, so would come by at 8:30 and pick them up. We knew they wouldn't be dropped off until after lunch, so we could just enjoy one another all morning long. Cindy used to like to blow me and after I shot my load down her throat she would wink and say, "My kind of communion!"
Anyway, the years passed and our sex life remained pretty constant and both of us were faithful throughout.
Things changed when we were in our 40's and both kids were away at University. We were becoming empty nesters, with no sports events, recitals or parent chauffeuring to worry about. I had done well in my job and some high tech investments I had made early in my career had made me a ton of cash and I was able to cut back on the long hours I had been putting in for over 20 years.
This gave Cindy and I a lot more time together and we still both had really strong sex drives. We began trying different things and acting out some of our fantasies. We were both very open and not afraid to tell one another what we craved. Our relationship had been monogamous for all these years and I had thought it would stay that way until Jill happened.
Jill and her husband Rick were close friends and we had holidayed with them for a number of years. Our sons were close buddies and teammates on the football team. Then, sadly, Rick was killed in a car crash and Cindy, being her best friend had taken it upon herself to get Jill through the grieving. They became inseparable and two years after the crash, they still kept up their Wednesday outings.
Like I said, Cindy and I were always open with one another. She would always tell me everything, so that Thursday morning, over breakfast, she dropped a little bombshell on me.
"Jill hit on me last night Brad," she said looking me in the eye, "and I am sort of turned on by the idea."
I didn't know what to say right away, but quickly composed myself and said, "Really, are you sure it wasn't just the Merlot talking?"
"No Brad," Cindy had said, "she was dead serious. She told me she had a relationship with another girl in college and that lately she had all these fantasies of being with me. I told her I was flattered, but didn't let on that I was really turned on by the idea."