Last weekend my wife and I went out to a supper organized by some friends in a local restaurant. It was to raise funds for a charity they are involved with and our friends took over the restaurant and filled it with people they know. We arrived later than most of the others and were invited to sit at a table already occupied by a couple. We introduced ourselves and immediately hit it off together, they were in their late 50's so just a few years older than us, but both were attractive and a bit flirty, which I started to enjoy. Being a Friday evening, I was feeling quite horny with the expectation of a weekend of great sex with my lovely wife. We rarely have sex during the week but enjoy making up for it at the weekend, either at home or away in our motorhome.
Our two children are grown up and no longer live at home so we have the house to ourselves. That gives us the freedom to have sex whenever we wish and that has truly kick-started our sex-life and been liberating for my wife especially. She has been vanilla throughout most of our marriage but in the privacy of our home or our camper van she has begun to re-invent herself sexually and is slowly getting more uninhibited. For example she's become a lot more vocal when we're fucking, and now enjoys joining in with my dirty talk, which I've always loved. She has come to love deep, hard penetration and now even likes me to clean her out after I've cum inside her. She has always enjoyed cunnilingus but is now much more demanding about what she likes me to do when eating her out.
Bear in mind that my wife is a typical conservative middle-aged woman. I'm the only person she has ever had sex with, and when we were dating 30yrs ago she didn't agree to have full sex until we'd committed to marriage and got engaged. Her appetite for sex has always been less than mine and I'm ashamed to say has meant I've strayed at times and looked for no-strings sex away from home. I'm 54 now but as I approached my 50th birthday I started to experiment with things I'd long wanted to try but had never had the chance. I did it with escorts to begin with, and subsequently with swingers. I had quite a bucket list, ranging from all sorts of bedroom fun my wife had never wanted to try, to sex with different types of small groups, mainly MMF, but also MMFF and a few gangbangs. I discovered my bisexuality and that too was very liberating, and all of this extracurricular activity gave me much greater sexual confidence. Much of it I've written about in my other stories.
I've brought this newfound knowledge and confidence back to the marriage bed and, though it sounds two-faced, I like to think it has helped me become a more attentive and imaginative lover for my wife. I've also discovered I fancy the type of woman my wife is more than any other. I've always had a thing for mature women and now my wife is 54 I find her more sexually attractive than ever. She's 5'7" and a UK size 14. She has short grey hair, pageboy style, which leaves her neck very available for me to kiss, and she's very sensitive there. Her breasts are a 34B and they are as firm as they were when she was 24, the first time I got my hands on them. She has a lovely round bottom that I have trouble keeping my hands off when she's in her tight jeans. Her thighs are firm, her legs are nicely shaped and she keeps them beautifully smooth. She has small feet that I love playing with and painting her toenails. She doesn't have any cellulite or stretch marks on her body. Her tummy has inevitably increased a bit over the years but it's very soft and curvy and I've come to love holding it. Her skin is soft and velvety and she is the original natural outdoorsy woman, doesn't wear makeup or dress up that much.
Sorry for that diversion but I thought it worth setting some sexual context about us; it may help later in the story. Back in the restaurant, we were just getting into the starters when another couple arrived late and a bit flustered, it turned out they had difficulty finding somewhere to park and were worried about being late. They came and sat with us, the woman was fretting about disturbing our meal and her partner seemed a bit on edge and was walking with the aid of a stick. We felt sorry for them being so stressed and concentrated on settling their nerves and welcoming them into our small group. They introduced themselves as Peggy and John and we realized that we'd met Peggy before at our host's home over a year ago. In fact she and my wife had got on quite well at the time and the recognition helped to relax everyone. Before long we were all deep in conversation and enjoying each other's company.
As the meal progressed I found myself talking to Peggy and John while my wife chatted easily with the other couple. She and I invariably move among different groups at a party, and then enjoy re-claiming each other at the end of the evening and comparing notes on the people we've met and the gossip we've picked up. In a previous career I had to host numerous official cocktail parties and my wife and I used to circulate separately at these functions simply to do our job as hosts. We've never lost the skill and whilst it's never sexual, I think we both like flirting mildly when we're apart from each other at an event. We've never discussed it but we invariably have great sex afterwards.
After the main course John left the table to chat with some male friends he had spotted, leaving Peggy on her own with me. I found her such a warm and open person and we were getting along well. As so often happens when older people get together, the subject of age cropped up and Peggy told me she had recently turned 60. I expressed surprise having assumed she was around my age. She was natural, wasn't wearing makeup so was like my wife in many ways, with a similar figure, height and build. She had a lovely friendly face, nice soft wrinkles in keeping with her age, and her lovely naturally fair hair was cut short in the sort of bob I adore. Her neck looked very attractive and she was dressed in black trousers and top. She had that lovely way of placing her hand on my arm briefly to emphasize a point and I found her eye contact with me very arousing.
However she was clearly not pleased about being 'an old woman' as she put it, and I tried to reassure her she didn't look or sound it, and that it was all in the mind. She didn't seem convinced so I tried humor instead, teasing her about how she could at least now get seniors rates on the bus. That made her giggle and she started to relax about her age as we exchanged age-related jokes, even becoming a bit flirty with each other. I decided to push my luck a bit and squeezed her arm, telling her I'd always had a thing for older women. Without hesitating she tossed it back to me and said I could be her toy-boy, which we both laughed at.
The conversation changed gear as my wife re-joined us and we got onto discussing our pet animals. For some reason we got around to the subject of having them neutered. I told Peggy my story of taking the cat to the vet to have his bits removed; the circumstances at the time were quite amusing (I'll spare the details) and the three of us were laughing about the poor cat. We were discussing the difference in personality between neutered and non-neutered male animals and the conversation was getting more risqué. My wife looked at me with mock severity and said she was off to have a more grown-up conversation on another table, leaving Peggy and me on our own. Peggy turned to me, edged her chair slightly closer and looked thoughtfully at me.
"I know it's a different operation but do you think a vasectomy changes a man's personality?" she asked, giggling.
"Well, speaking from personal experience, no."
I laughed, thinking how totally different the two procedures were. We joked about it but I could tell she wanted to ask more, so I seized the initiative and explained why we'd decided I should have it done and what was involved. I told her I'd had the snip in my late-30's and hadn't regretted it.
I thought how ironic it was that she should have raised the subject, as one of my wife's female colleagues at school had asked something similar only a few weeks ago. My wife had cheekily told her colleague that it had been responsible for a marked improvement in our bedroom activity at the time.
Peggy said she'd never knowingly met a man who'd had the operation and so had no experience of it. She asked me a few questions about the mechanics of the op and then paused, trying to find the right way to form her follow-up question.
"Did it affect your, um, physical activity?" she asked in a quiet voice.
She blushed and apologized for asking such a personal question.
I dismissed her apology and assured her I wasn't shy in talking about it.
"We found it liberating."
I naughtily gave her just a simple answer in the hope she would follow it up.
I was enjoying having this lovely older lady to myself and by now I was feeling quite an attraction towards her and figured that if she came back with more questions, that in itself might be quite revealing, though I hadn't expected quite the response she gave me.
Our hands were underneath the table out of sight of others, my wife was out of earshot talking with people on another table and Peg's husband was at the bar deep in conversation with other men. Peg gently rubbed my hand with her cool fingers and looked at me meaningfully.
"What do you mean, liberating?" She murmured.
I took one of her fingers and squeezed it softly.
"Frankly?"
