This story is about a willing cuckold. Please don't read it if you dislike that type of story.
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I met Lizzie a couple of years after my first wife left me. I wasn't looking for another wife at the time. I'd had enough of women, or so I thought. I was happy with the idea of one night stands but didn't have much success there. I found that a lot of promiscuous women of my age got their oats with much younger men. It certainly seemed that the concept of the 'cougar' was now the latest fashion.
Lizzie was not the type to have one night stands. She's a stunner, way out of my league of course. We struck up a friendship through our interest in nature, in particular, wild birds. When I first sat in hides, something my first wife refused to do with me, you rarely saw women. I guess most women, very much like my wife, regarded it as a male preserve. Its image in the 1960s or 70s was that it was only for eccentric nerdy types. Walking around with binoculars around your neck singled you out as a possible Peeping Tom, so much so that many birders hid their binoculars inside their clothing until they were out in the country. Gradually this has changed over the years, the hobby becoming much more widely popular. Photography has helped to increase its acceptability and the availability of hides in RSPB and Wildlife and Wetland places.
Lizzie was by no means the only woman in the hide that day. There were three or four married couples and a couple of other women on their own. I find that most birders are getting on in years so Lizzie stood out as the youngest by far. Even with all her camouflage gear on I could see she was ravishing. She plonked herself down next to me and we started a conversation in hushed tones. Birders hate it if there's too much noise in the hides. Besides it scares the birds away.
I found she'd not been to this area before and she was wisely picking my brains to find out what birds were where and visible from which hides. I found myself agreeing to her stringing along whilst I did my usual rounds for the whole day. We had a very pleasant lunch together in the Visitor Centre café and just seemed to click.
"Why don't you come over to Leeds where I live and I'll return the favour. I expect you don't know that area, do you?" She said, much to my surprise. We were in the car park getting into our cars. "You can stay overnight at mine if you like."
And that was it. I must admit I was flabbergasted to get such an invitation from an extremely pretty woman many years younger than me. I accepted with alacrity and we quickly exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. I was lonely and a bit depressed to be honest, so what had I got to lose? I was sure this was going to be a platonic relationship but again I was wrong. What on earth could she see in a man of 55? My first wife frequently told me I was boring and unattractive.
It turned out she'd been married before herself. She told me she'd left him because he'd tried to control her and if they ever disagreed about anything he'd fly into a rage and start attacking her. She said she liked me because I was so relaxed and easy going. She said I was unflappable, nothing phased me and I was so kind and considerate, a perfect gentleman. Her father died in his forties and I wondered if I reminded her of him. I asked her once and she laughed about it saying I wasn't a bit like him.
It took a few weeks before we began to sleep together probably mainly down to me. She'd flirt with me and I got glimpses down her cleavage and up her skirt but my confidence with women was at a low ebb and, as aroused as these glimpses made me, I didn't make a move on her. I think she must have realised she would have to initiate something herself. I loved spending time with her and had to conceal as best I could my frequent erections whenever we were together.
One evening before we retired to bed in Leeds she sat very close to me on her sofa and put her head on my shoulder. She took my hand in hers and when I turned to look at her she kissed me full on the lips. The kiss became more and more passionate and, finding that my cock was at full stretch, she broke the kiss.
"Let's go to bed."
I stood up, looked into her eyes, and smiled. "I'd like that very much," I said.
We married six months later. I'd already moved to Leeds and found a job there by then. Our joint incomes and the proceeds from the sale of my house meant we had no money worries. Lizzie has a high libido which makes for an excellent sex life. I'd spoken to my doctor and persuaded him to prescribe me Viagra which I thought might be helpful but most of the time Lizzie's inventive ideas and adventurous spirit both in the bedroom and out of it makes sure I am stiff when needed without the little blue pill.
After five years of happy marriage Lizzie returns from playing badminton and tells me she's met a woman in the changing rooms and gone for a coffee with her.
"She seems very nice darling, we had so much to chat about that we lost all track of the time. Can we get a take away tonight? I've had no time to think about our evening meal."
"Yes, of course darling I'll go out and get it later. But first I'd like to hear more about your new friend. Did you get her name?"
"Of course I did silly, she's called Joyce. She's moved to the Leeds area recently and doesn't know anybody locally. We seem to have a lot in common. She's very open and easy going like me. We talked about loads of different things, some quite personal."
"Personal as in private and secretive? Let's discuss that part of our chat in bed later. Do we have a deal?"
She blushes a little. "Okay, deal." She sounds uncertain. "Don't expect me to tell you everything she said."
"Fair enough."
"She's fifteen years older than me, very well educated, went to a private school and went on to get a good degree at Cambridge. But she's not the type to put on airs and treated me as an equal. I think she'll make a good friend."
We've always enjoyed relaxed intimate chats in bed before going to sleep ever since we started sleeping together. It became our habit to recount our experiences when we were out of sight of each other or about things that happened before we met. If our talk touched on sexual issues it often would be a preliminary to fucking. I loved it when Lizzie occasionally exaggerated the sexiness of a particular incident as it invariably caused a stiffening for me and a wet pussy for her.
Later, as we settle down under the duvet, I'm eager for more information about Joyce.
"Because I'm very horny I need you to give me an orgasm before we start." Lizzie said. "You see Joyce has impressed upon me that it's an important part of a husband's duty to bring his wife off with his tongue. Don't worry darling I'm sure there'll be more afterwards.
"Okay dear, I can see this woman has made a deep impression. It's exciting that she's giving us sexual training after you've met her only once. I will of course obey her." I said this in fun but as I moved down the bed I was intrigued. It aroused me as I wondered where this new friendship was taking us.
Oral sex is nothing new. What is new is Lizzie requesting it.
I've never seen Lizzie's cunt in such a state of readiness for sex. 'Wet' doesn't come close. She's bucking and rearing on my tongue within a very short time and more verbal than ever before. "Faster, harder, suck that clit. Eat me, that's it, oh fuck, mmmn, her words change to moans until she climaxes with a loud cry. This is one of those rare occasions when she's squirted. I reach for a tissue to wipe it off but she takes hold of my hand to stop me.
"Leave it. I like to see you like that." She says this with a lob sided grin. She thanks me and I have to wait a few minutes until she's settled to a point where she can start.
"As I've said before there are small cubicles where women shower in privacy but also a communal area that mainly gets used after team games like football." Lizzie began a little nervously. "All the small shower rooms were in use so I went into the separate communal area and found that Joyce was in there soaping herself down. She turned towards me without any sign of embarrassment and smiled. I noticed that the area around her pussy was completely shaved and couldn't help staring.
"I've only recently started shaving it," she said. "My new boyfriend likes it that way."
Again, I couldn't help glancing at her wedding ring and once again she noticed.
"It's okay I know what you're thinking. You're quite right I am married. Hubby doesn't know I'm seeing another man but this is the 2020s. I doubt if he'd object if he found out. I'll tell him myself when the time is right. He likes me to flirt with men and have a bit of fun."
