My Forties Crisis

There was a film advertised at one of our multiplex cinemas that I thought would be interesting. It seemed a long way to go but the advertised movie sounded like it was about my life. The topic was rather depressing, but it is where I find myself in recent years. I have become the lonely housewife by default. Since my husband found cable television with all those sports and history channels, these new-found TV interests have replaced our relationship — even sex!

I don't mean to sound like a sex maniac, but the occasional touch of a man's hand, his fingers and his tongue were feelings I enjoyed in my younger years. Married life had its rewards, but where are they now? The children have grown up and left the house, now I am now craving personal and intimate contact by a man. I don't know how much longer sex will interest me, so I don't want to waste what time I have left. The film may give me some ideas of what I can do to spice things up, so I needed to see what these women did to manage their middle age crises.

After the film I was enjoying a quiet coffee, thinking back on the movie. As I idly stirred my coffee I heard a voice near me, "Katherine?" It sounded like a question, so I looked up. I said 'hi' while trying to put a name to the face. "Katherine, I'm Gwen Felton, we were at school together last century."

The penny dropped, "Oh, hi Gwen, now I remember you. I'm sorry; I was deep in thought about that film I just saw. Did you see it?" I asked as a conversation starter. Gwen nodded,

"It is sad to think that things like that can happen to people our age. We are not old, just reaching a new 'prime of life', don't you think so?" I sat up and looked at her,

"That film could have been about me, Gwen. That's exactly how things are at my place." I saw the surprised look on her face; something I said had caused her to sit down at the table and she exclaimed,

"What! Not you. You were the life of the party at Simpson Road Girls' College. What happened?"

I explained about cable TV and my husband's lack of interest in me. She listened intently for a while then reached across the table to touch my hand. "Have you thought about finding another interest, Kat?" She used my nickname from school days. "Did you marry a boy from the local high school? I did. Do you remember Bob Andrews, who played football for Highfield High? He was the player who won the Grand Final in 1984 when he kicked the winning goal from about 50 metres out?"

"Yes, I saw that match. I think we were all rooting for Highfield that day." I absentmindedly stirred my coffee and added, "So, you married him. Good for you. He was a great guy, as I recall."

"Yes, he still is. We have a lot of fun now the kids have married and left home. We live in a new estate; well it was 20 years ago, called Ridgemont Hill. It was a new house, complete with swimming pool, all the fashion at the time." Gwen told me enthusiastically then asked, "Did you marry a local boy, Kat?"

"No, he's from New South Wales. Sydney, in fact. He came to Melbourne when his boss thought there were business opportunities for his company here. He knew no-one when he arrived," I explained briefly.

"How did you meet him, Kat?" I could see Gwen was interested. The waiter came to take my empty cup, so I asked Gwen if she would like a coffee. She said 'yes', so I ordered two coffees for us. I continued my story, "I was a PA for the manager of a wholesale clothing company and he was a marketing manager for the company. To get him to Melbourne, his boss made him a Regional Manager with an attractive salary. We met at an exhibition of new season's garments. We were both 20 at the time."

I felt like I had talked too much, but Gwen seemed interested in my plight.

"How would you like to get some life back in your life, Kat?" Gwen asked casually.

"How do you mean? I'm just a housewife. What can I do to change things now?" I was feeling depressed, but I listened.

"Bob and I have little gatherings of people that we like. Nothing special, afternoon tea, barbecues and pool parties in the hot weather. We entertain a few friends to catch up just for the fun of catching up." Her explanation sounded like a holiday brochure, and it seemed more exciting than mine.

"When do these take place, Gwen?" Gwen could see I was interested, and I certainly was, so I listened for her answer.

"Look, Kat, I'll tell you what we can do before the next gathering. If you are free on Thursday afternoon, you can come to my place, meet Bob again, it's been many years since our school days, and we can have a quiet afternoon tea. How does that sound?" Nothing exciting ever happened for me, so this was a real chance to catch up with school friends, if nothing else.

"OK, I will do that. Thank you for the invitation." I was pleased to have met Gwen so unexpectedly, but unexpected meetings can be great meetings. I hope this one follows that trend.

"Good, Kat. How about 2.00PM for cheese and biscuits with coffee and wine? Does that interest you?" she asked me.

"That sounds great. It's more than I had planned for myself. Yes, I will be there." My mood brightened as we exchanged phone numbers and addresses.

"If your husband wants to know where you are going, tell him you met a school friend. Oh, what is your husband's name?" she asked me.

"I am sorry, I was so caught up in the mood of the film and our chat I didn't realize it. His name is Colin. Colin Perkins. I should have said so." I felt silly at not introducing Colin's name into our conversation, but it was indicative of how things have changed for me.

Thursday morning arrived. It was the first day in weeks that I had a purpose to get out of bed. I also made the effort to look my best, partly because I would see Bob Andrews again, but also to disguise my normal boring life. I dressed in a pleated skirt, open toed shoes and I wore a woolen sweater that showed off my curves. My breasts haven't sagged to where they have lost their fullness, so I wanted them to be noticed, especially by Bob.

I left home and drove to Gwen and Bob's house with a bottle of red wine. I was feeling good. I arrived at the house and knocked on the door.

It was Bob who opened the door. I was surprised, but said, "Hello Bob. It's been a long time since school days." He put his arms around me and kissed my cheek,

"It's certainly been a long time, but you still look great, Katherine. I am pleased you could come here today. Gwen told me you two met this week. Come in, come in," he made a gesture for me to enter.

As I walked into the main room I saw Gwen placing table napkins at each position around the table.

"Kat, come and give me a hug. We couldn't do that last time, but it was so good to see you again," she was very welcoming. "I can see we are going to have a very pleasant, if not exciting afternoon, catching up on those years since the Class of '84 became adults.

Once we were seated I felt more relaxed and we chatted about school, the fun we had and how we read all the words in the sealed sections of risque girly magazines of the day. As we sipped our wine Bob asked me, "Did Gwen tell you about our little gatherings?" I nodded; I had a piece of biscuit in my mouth. "Well, we have a lot of fun with our select friends on these occasions."

"What do you do mean by fun?" I asked him.

"Well, it has a sexual content," Bob started to say, "which will probably interest you from what Gwen told me about your life these days. In the summer we often swim nude in the pool, unlike in public swimming places." He paused and looked at me. I was silent. I was holding my wine glass, but I hadn't lifted it from the table. "We are not swingers, we are not inhibited by our bodies, and we do enjoy the freedom of being free. You may need time to think through that, but there is nothing lewd or dirty about it. It all happens with your full consent only."

After more talking and wine, Gwen suggested we sit on the settee and chat because it would be more comfortable. Bob led me to the settee and I sat in the center section, while he and Gwen sat either side of me.

Bob continued, "You need to feel comfortable with your body, so as not to feel embarrassment if some-one touches you. Being proud of your body makes our parties work as well as they do." His explanation left more questions than it answered.

"Do you mean people will want to feel me up?" My higher than normal pitch of my voice indicated my surprise.

"They may want to, I certainly want to just seeing you here," Bob told me.

"Kat, we are not swingers, but we do enjoy the company of others wanting to share our bodies," Gwen took up the explanation. There was a short pause before Gwen asked me, "Would you like Bob to feel your breasts?"

I took a deep breath, thought about the chance to have a man's hands on me again. Even more appealing, it would be the hands of a boy I liked at school. It was Bob! Whilst I was at a girls' school, our schools had shared subjects with the boys' high school, so we were not strangers. We also met at the school socials.

"Well, I don't know. I feel that I would enjoy it, but I still have reservations about infidelity," I told them.

"Of course you do. It's only natural, but I am sure you will feel differently when our parties get going. You can put that thought in a special place in your brain, but still enjoy whatever happens. You did say you had not been touched by Colin for a long time. Now, you have a chance to feel the gentle touch of people who respect you and like you. That's how it works here."

I remained quiet, but my brain was saying , 'Do it, do it'. "I will say 'yes', but I don't know how far I am prepared to go. Do you know what I mean?" I asked them.

Gwen gave the answer, "Of course, but it won't happen unless you give your consent, we are perfectly respectable people. Let's try it out. Bob will move his hand towards your breast, if you want him to stop, just tell him, if not, he will feel you so gently you will wet your panties, I can tell you that," Gwen told me.

"Okay, I can try it," I agreed. Bob turned to face me; his open hand became cup-shaped as he approached my breast. I didn't stop him and when I felt his hand on my breast I did feel a tingle that I remembered. I waited for him to squeeze it. I wanted to tell him that, but I remained motionless as he gently massaged my breast through my clothes. Gwen was watching this and she whispered to me, "If you want to feel his cock you can do so. Bob won't stop you. You can even touch me wherever you want, too, Kat, she added.

I didn't know whether to feel flattered or fearful, but I did feel excited. I could feel my heart pounding like it did when I was young, so I put my right hand high on Bob's thigh, where I thought his cock would be. Bob moved forward just enough to allow some freedom in his trousers and my fingers felt his penis. I knew what they felt like and I was enjoying this freedom, this attention.

"That's it, Kat, slide the zipper down and reach in, it's waiting for you." Bob's voice was so kind and smooth I did as he said. I felt Gwen's hand on my left breast, but didn't feel ashamed.

"Do you like my hand on your tit, Kat?" Gwen asked in a whisper.

In a breathy voice, I said, "Yes, I love it. It's been a long time since I have felt so wanted." As I spoke my hand had unzipped Bob's trousers and I had managed to get my fingers inside and was now feeling inside his shorts. His cock was hard and rigid. Feeling his cock reminded me of something I had forgotten, the feeling of a man's hardness in my hand, especially knowing I made him hard.

"Kat, would you like to take your pullover off, so we can see your bosoms?" Gwen asked me so softly.

"Oh, yes please," I answered her with enthusiasm. Bob and Gwen both lifted the bottom of my pullover up and over my head. I didn't feel ashamed as I lifted my arms to assist; I felt elated. I was proud of my assets and I was pleased they could see them too. I felt Bob's hand go behind my back and with his thumb and fore finger he unhooked my bra, just as the boys did at school.

My nipples were at attention and I felt Gwen's mouth encompass one while Bob was tweaking the other with his thumb and fingers. "Oh, that feels so good. It's been a while since I felt like this. Both are very pleasurable," I told my hosts. I was now jerking Bob's cock slowly to enjoy the feeling of one in my hand again. I could feel his pubic hair brushing against my fingers, another manly sensation lost in time. Bob told me my fingers were working wonders on his penis, which pleased me. Thankfully, I hadn't lost that skill.

I felt Gwen move away for a short time, just long enough to remove her blouse and bra. Now we were both bare-breasted, which took me back to the showers after the netball matches at school. No-one was ashamed of their breasts back then and I was not feeling any shame now. I reached out for her breast and pinched the nipple so gently. "That feels so good Kat, keep doing it, please." I was pleasing Gwen too.

Bob stopped squeezing and sucking my nipple and stood up. I released my grip on his cock. I watched as he slid his trousers off and then pushed his shorts down to reveal a huge cock, made hard by me today. His balls hung so manly beneath it, bigger than Colin's. I reached my hand out and held his scrotum and gently squeezed his balls to feel their weight. Such a wonderful feeling washed over me in an instant. I looked up and smiled at Bob. I could see he was smiling back. I wondered what he was thinking.

"Hasn't Bob got big balls, Kat?" Gwen asked me.

"Yes, he has. Bigger than Colin has, I can tell you that," I said that without realizing what I had said. I reached out again and squeezed his sac just enough to feel its contents. He had the look of masculinity and strength.

Gwen spoke again, "Kat, you can see there is no pressure to do anything, it is just what you feel like doing. You wanted to feel Bob's cock and you did. You let him touch your tits, and he did. Our friends are the same. Sometimes you may want to be touched, other times you won't. I think you will like our parties, don't you?" I think Gwen felt sure I was right for the group.

"What if I want more, Gwen? Like fucking? Does that happen too? Or are their limits to what one can do?" I can't believe I said 'fucking' and hoped I was not being too forward. My face flushed at I heard my voice. I was coming around to the idea of these parties.

"Let's pour another drink and talk about it. What about that Kat?" It was Bob who made the suggestion. He pulled his shorts up, but left his pants on the floor and Gwen made no move to cover her tits. I felt I didn't need to, either. Bob poured wine into our glasses and we sat down again.

"One of the rules of our group is that we don't talk about it outside of the host's house. We like to limit the group to people we know and trust. We have a special restricted access website where you can get information about our gatherings. We will give you those details before you leave today," Bob explained. We sat in silence for a few moments before Gwen asked me, "Do you remember the days in the showers without clothes on after the netball games, Kat?"

"It is strange that you should mention that. When you took your bra off I was reminded of those days when we were all girls together. No-one worried who had the biggest tits or the wildest bush, we were just friends playing netball." I realized I may have said too much, but Gwen agreed with me.

"Kat, you mentioned going further, such as fucking, did you not?" Bob asked me.

"Yes, I think I did. Because we were mostly naked, I wondered what came next. If sex was allowed," I explained my line of thought to them.

Bob and Gwen stood up, reached out for my hands and Bob said, "Come and we will show you another room in this house, where you can do that." I followed them to a large room with a huge four-poster bed in it, complete with canopy. "For want of another name we call it the playroom," he said. "In here couples can do what they wish if it requires a comfortable bed." I was stunned by the size of the room and the enormous bed. I noted a bathroom door on one side of the room. Bob said, "Once you have finished what it was you were doing in here, you can shower and freshen-up before you leave, or you may find another partner within the group. The choice is yours." I was speechless as I looked around the room with all its facilities, including a small bar and a coffee machine.

"It seems fully equipped for pleasure, I like it," I told them.

"Yes, it is, do you want to try the bed, Kat?" I said 'yes', kicked off my shoes and lay on the bed with my head on a pillow. I was lying on my back when Bob came and lay beside me, still in his shorts. "You can just play with each other or 'do it' if you want to." He took my hand and put it back on his cock, "Perhaps you can just jerk me off now if you wish. It's up to you." It was an invitation I eagerly accepted because I was reminded of the days Colin and I did that on our bed.

I was stroking his cock slowly when I thought of asking him if he wanted to touch me. It has been neglected for such a long time; I felt relaxed enough to ask the question. "Bob, would you like to feel my pussy?" He looked at me and said,

"I would be delighted to feel it. How about we start by taking your skirt off? Do you mind doing that, Kat?"

"No, not at all," I answered. I unbuckled the belt at my waist and allowed him to pull it down over my feet.

"What about your panties, do we take them off too?" Bob asked politely.

"Why not? They will be in the way if we don't." I was warming to this game idea. Perhaps it is just what I needed. I smiled at him as I watched him slip my panties off. He looked at my pussy and ran his fingers through my dark brown bush. "I love brunettes," he told me. I didn't move. He lay down beside me again and asked me, "Now, where were we? Oh, yes, touching each other, side by side." I felt his fingers press between my cunt lips and slide up to my clit. I spread my legs to allow him in. He took the initiative and soon I felt his fingers working on the inside of my love tunnel. My hand was working a little faster on his cock now and Bob whispered to me, "I'm about to cum."

"Do you want me to stop, Bob?" I whispered back.

"No, keep going. I am thinking of the next time we meet you might let me fuck you," he told me.

"What about this time, Bob, I'm here now. I've been so long without sex I just know I will enjoy your big dick in me." Bob rolled onto his front and placed his legs between mine and positioned himself so his cock was directly in line with my very moist opening. "Go on Bob, push it in, it won't hurt me." He laughed at my teenage comment. I was going to have my first fuck in more than a year. My legs locked tightly against his thighs, I felt him moving in and out, not rushing, just a steady rhythm, until I felt his hot fluid filling my waiting love tunnel. I almost squealed with pleasure. It has been so long since I felt like this.

When he finished I lay there breathing heavily and pulled him down onto me. "Thank you, Bob. I haven't felt like that in a very long time. You were perfect for me." I kissed him on the cheek. I felt tears of joy in my eyes. If only I could be like this at home. Bob saw my tears and used his thumbs to wipe them away from my cheeks, "You were really in need of love, weren't you, Kat?" I nodded and said 'thank you' again.

I hadn't noticed, but Gwen was now on the bed, also naked, and I could see her hairy muff beside me. Not unlike the way it was at school. I touched her and pressed my fingers against her groin. Her legs parted and I pushed two fingers into her slippery slit and moved them inside her. I have not been in favor of full-on girl-on-girl activity, but today it seemed so natural. "I hope you don't mind me doing this, Gwen. It is so unlike me to do it, but I want to thank you for finding me."