This is a bit longer than normal, it has to be since things seem to be headed in half a dozen different directions at the same time.
Otherwise when I read it back to myself, some of it doesn't make sense. So I have to go back and fill in some holes, which makes things ramble. But then, I ramble all over the place anyway, I talk that way, think that way, and write that way.
I am just an old man, with things happening around me that quite simply do NOT happen to old men!
But then, I have this wife. She is a Doctor, 60 years old, seriously foxy body, pretty and no one believes her true age.
Blessed, that should make me? Perhaps from the point of view of some. Do I love her? Oh my God, yes! But after almost a decade with her now, my faith has been shaken.
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Things were just fine. I told myself that, and I guess I even thought I believed it.
I was lost. For close to a decade, I was nothing. Nothing at all. Eat, sleep, go fishing, watch TV. The love of my life before, gone, leaving me with only memories.
Then I met Debra. The most different female I ever met in my entire life, and she wanted.. me?
What causes that? I will say that this old man does not to this day have a clue. Things are just.. what they are. For quite a few years, we loved each other, had fun. Yes, sexy and sometimes over the top naughty fun. Still just us, doing those things together, no secrets.
Total trust.
Now? There are changes, big changes. Changes in my Debra, and changes in me.
That is all a little bit unnerving to me. I do know one thing though.
Trust can hide the truth.)
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The shock to my system was total and complete. While back at school, my wife, my Debra had a very brief affair with a professor half her age?
That simply could never happen, not in our relationship, not in my mind. Oddly, the fact that she actually did that was not as bad as her taking several long months to tell me about it. That took me from a total trust position to wondering what else, how much else I didn't know.
Debra is a very sexual woman, I know that of course. She always demonstrated a tendency to be an exhibitionist, as I discovered very early on in our marriage.
She also just loves sex, and goes out of her way to get everything out of me that I can give, which I concede I really do not mind.
I like sex also, and like all men I have fantasies.
Like if a woman gives me a naughty little peek, making it sort of "accidental?"
That sets me off without fail! Debra knows all about that, too, and uses it. No panties on our honeymoon in Reno, she flashed me over and over with no mercy. No bra either, half a dozen machines away I could look over and see her whole boob, she made sure of that.
Cameras everywhere?
I also discovered when sitting in a men's club audience that I got a real sexual kick out of watching my very own wife get up on a stage and strip.
I will say here that her display exceeded every expectation I had.
When she did that, a couple of the gals from our gym were putting on shows for some old coots at area men's clubs, they make quite a bit of money doing that.
Weird that I call them "old coots" when some of them were younger than I am, but that is the way I feel about it.
Somehow we ended up at that club, somehow Debra ended up on the stage? I knew she planned to put on a show, we talked about it. I expected her to maybe do the bra and panties bit, flash a nipple if she felt really brave.
There she was, bending over, spreading her legs, showing every part of her body to about 40 white haired old guys and loving it? She even got down on her knees facing the crowd, reached down with her fingers and spread herself!
That was just plain nasty!
It sent a flush through me I don't think I ever felt before, it was so completely and totally outrageous. Debs was right there, right in front of me, looking right at me when she did that.
For my benefit, was that what she was thinking?
Or for her own benefit? Perhaps it was for both of our benefit, have you ever screwed your wife in the front seat of your truck, in the parking lot at midnight during a pouring down rain?
Think about that for just a second. Two gorgeous bodybuilder types up there dancing nude with her, young and amazing looking, but my own wife brought the house down?
I sat out there, with an erection so hard it was hurting?
So, I found out something about myself?
That only happened the one time. Debs wanted to, said she had always wanted to do something crazy like that. Then once having done it, she no longer had that urge.
There were lots of other moments that should have been telling me that I had myself a handful here.
Like when we began getting massages. At first it was to help me, I did have some Prostate issues and the woman coming over was a nurse at the clinic Debra worked for.
Medical has different rules about things like that.
Those quickly became sessions with happy endings? My Debs did not mind, in fact encouraged that?
I went along with it, so guilty as charged.
In Reno on vacation, we both got massages, at the same time, together, from a couple. Just massages at first, then I watched as Jack, the one working on Debra was first massaging her bare breasts and she appeared to be enjoying it? Debra did glance at me to check my reaction and when I just smiled, she relaxed and allowed it.
What could I say? Jack's wife Terry had my dick in her hand at that exact moment.
By that time, touching was to me almost normal, and not any big deal. I found watching that interesting rather than exciting. Those sessions got rather intimate for both of us, I went along with that, also.
We did giggle about it later while making love, so there seemed to be no real concerns about things going that far. Just touch, just fun, no harm at all.
Yes, changes in me.
Still, only touch, that is all that was.
My rationalization. Someone touching my wife Dotty a dozen years earlier would have put me into a rage, I know that.
But now? After all of the things I had seen and done? I went along with it, accepted.
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By the time our friend Rwanda entered the picture, the best description of me was that I was going with the flow.
Rwanda was a nurse up at a clinic in Portland, pretty, tiny, black. She "assisted" in relieving me before the colonoscopy? I guess the Doctor did not want that issue to crop up was the reason.
A crowbar with a camera on it up my ass does not excite me much, but then I didn't complain about Rwanda's help, either.
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Then, Debra finally admitted what she had done while back at college finishing up her degree.