Claire stood at the open doorway and dumbly watched the process server get into his car and drive off. “This is a mistake,” she thought, but no, there was her name on the papers.
She sat at the kitchen table reading it. John was divorcing her, for of all things, IRRECONCILABLE DIFFERENCES. But they weren’t; they hadn’t even tried to reconcile their differences.
The man who had worshiped the ground she walked on for more than twenty years, who had helped her raise two sons….. “Oh, god, the boys, what will I say to them? What will he say to them?” Just then the doorbell rang.
She rushed to answer it, thinking the stranger had come back to correct the error. But it was Robert, come to fuck her and reclaim her delicious pussy. She had forgotten that she invited him.
Claire had the presence of mind to send him away, then she poured herself a strong drink and sat in the den, looking around at the place where they’d had so much fun and so much exciting sex over the years.
The whiskey burned her throat, shocking her into the present. She became angry at John; he had blind-sided her, giving her no warning. “Well,” she recalled, “he wasn’t exactly thrilled at my ideas about a new lifestyle. But nothing was poured in concrete. We could have talked more.” Finally, she decided to call him.
“Claire,” he knew it was her calling. At first, he was all business: she should get an attorney; he would sleep in the guest room until he found a place; he hoped they could afford for her to stay in their house, etc.
“John, why didn’t you give me more warning, let me explain my plans and reassure you of my enduring love for you. I don’t want to break us up, I want to expand the ways in which we can find pleasure and joy together.”
“Claire, I must already be the laughingstock of the school staff; I cannot afford to become the town cuckold. My business would suffer irreparably; the business that keeps a roof over our heads, that is putting the boys through college. If you go around fucking guys not much older than them how will they feel? No, I have to do this.” As she started to argue, she realized the phone was dead. He had hung up on her. She did not call him back.
John wisely did not go home that night; he went to a motel, merely going home when she was out, to collect clothes.
After a week, Claire was getting cabin fever so she, unwisely went out to a local bistro for a drink.
It was Friday night so the joint was jumping. She was nursing her second glass of wine when a handsome older man sat next to her and started to chat her up. He might have been sixty or so, but in good shape, probably a runner. Claire wondered why he was here alone; she had seen his wedding ring but he certainly seemed to be coming on to her. They exchanged pleasantries for a while and he asked her to dance. They were dancing to a slow number; he pressed his abdomen firmly against her body.
It felt good to have a man holding her tightly, their dancing motion sent erotic signals to her body. She laid her head on his chest, making her breasts thrill and her nipples harden.
“Where is your wife?” she asked.
“Out fucking her boyfriend I suppose; she didn’t say where.”
“Oops, another unhappy cuckolded husband,” she thought. “We should talk,” she said, “let’s get a booth.” They found a banquet and slid in. “I’m Claire, what’s your name or are you here incognito?” She chuckled.
“I’m Jim and I am trying to get even with the bitch; she has been cheating on me for a while now. I intend to tell her that I met and fucked a beautiful younger woman tonight. The first part is in the books, I’m still hopeful about the second.” He was smiling as he said it. “This is not the first time she has cheated; I forgave her then.”
“And what will happen now?”
“A little tit for tat, then I suppose we’ll go an as before, but it will be out in the open. She is so in love with his big black cock that she wouldn’t stop if I threaten divorce. So I will let her enjoy it while it lasts. He’s a player.
“Damn, you are about the perfect husband for a menopausal wife. My husband wants to divorce me because I want what she has, but I want him to share me happily. It looks as if you have reached an accommodation.”
“Well, I got the message when she told me, ‘We are going to get along fine, because you are going to do all the getting along.’ She’s a strong-willed woman and I love her still.”
“Jim, I think I’m in love with you; can you still get it up?” She reached down and felt a rather nice, firm cock. “Never mind, I have my answer, would you like to come by my place for a drink?” He hesitated.
“I should tell you, I know your husband; we have done business in the past. Will that matter?” Claire shook her head, took his hand and walked toward the exit.
When they reached her car, she turned and kissed him. “Follow me.”
As luck would have it, John’s car was in the driveway when they arrived. She met Jim at his car and kissed him again, explaining that her husband was probably collecting more of his stuff. She told him not to worry, “We’re separated.”
There was a pile of John’s clothes in the entryway. He was in the den having a drink, looking at an old video of a family outing. He stood and shook hands with Jim, recalling their former business association. Meanwhile, Claire made drinks for them.
“Jim and I are going to have sex, but you don’t have to leave; enjoy yourself, it’s still your house too. John just nodded so they took their drinks into the master bedroom
“Is he alright?” Jim asked. “He won’t come in wielding a knife will he?” Claire laughed.
“No, he’s a sweetheart, if he comes in it will probably be to shake your hand and thank you for fucking his wife. I would love for him to join us; would that bother you?”
They kissed again with plenty of tongue.
“Mmmm, you are a good kisser, more please.”
She licked her lips, then settled slowly to her knees. “May I?” She asked, looking up at him. She didn’t wait for permission, his pants were soon on the floor. His hard cock answered for him.
“No need to ask, lick away,” Jim leaned down and caressed her breast. “But first, can we jettison the top?” He pulled her tee shirt over her head and unclasped her bra. She let it slip to the floor, freeing her swaying breasts, then grasped his cock. Claire could feel her pussy getting warm and damp; it had been a while and it needed attention. But first, she wanted to examine his equipment. It was quite fat and about as long as John’s. But it was uncut, an extra treat. Her panties were getting wet.
Jim moaned his approval when she pushed his foreskin back with her lips and let her tongue slide under his frenulum. His warm hands held her breasts until his knees buckled and he fell back onto the bed. She immediately stepped out of her skirt, then pushed him onto his back and climbed up to straddle him. One of her favorite moves which she rarely got to try is to trap her lover’s cock between her pussy and his belly, then rock back and forth on it until she cums.
Jim’s fat cock was perfect for this maneuver; she quickly approached an orgasm as he pinched her nipples. Claire fell forward enjoying her spasms, while Jim took her ass in both hands, raising her pussy up; she reached between her thighs and guided his cock to her wetness.
“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, lowering herself on him slowly. His foreskin slid back, then his cock head stretched her pussy lips apart. She came again, this time her legs shaking so wildly she fell on her side pulling him on top. Jim kept slowly pushing himself in, moaning the whole way.
“Your pussy is as smooth as silk and wonderfully tight. It was fortunate that his cock was not longer than she was used to. He seated himself in her to his limit and held there, enjoying the pulsating of her pussy.
“Fuck me now please,” she whispered. “Nice and slow.”
He followed instructions to the letter.
“If we fuck like this I can last a long time, are you ready?”
She nodded and sighed contentedly. They did exactly that. Thirty minutes and two orgasms later Jim asked if he could cum.
“Yes please, I’m ready.“
He came quietly and without much thrusting. She could feel his cock expand and spurt in her. It was gentle and sublime, just what she needed. A short time later he rolled to one side and nodded off.
Claire turned her head, opening her eyes. There was John standing at the door of the room. “John, darling come here,” she beckoned to him, smiling. He came to the edge of the bed. “Won’t you come hold me?” She held out her hand to him.
John laid down beside her but didn’t reach out to hold her. That was good enough for her, she rolled onto her side and put her arms around him. “I’m so glad you are here,” she whispered. “I’ve missed you greatly.”
She felt a wet spot on his pants crotch and his cock was still hard.
“I don’t want you to divorce me. I love you and always will. Would it be so bad if, once in a while, I meet a friend for what you just saw?” She kissed him tenderly.
“God, you’re a witch. How can I refuse you anything? Watching you in the throes of an orgasm with another man’s cock in your pussy was agonizing, yet I couldn’t look away. But the coup de grace was watching you kiss him like you used to kiss me, like you wanted to swallow him whole.
“I guess those days are gone for you and me. I could almost cry now, but I was mesmerized watching you. At least at his age, he isn’t likely to try to take you away from me or likely to succeed. Could you stick to old codgers?” He chuckled.
“For you, maybe. Would you like to reclaim me? I’d love that; you can still get me aroused even after all these years.” They kissed ardently, if not frantically.
Their talking had awakened Jim. “Looks like it’s time for me to make my exit. Thank you so much Claire, it was magnificent. And you too John, be happy.” He collected his clothes and left.
“Come on my loving husband, no foreplay needed, slip that hard cock in my cum-filled pussy; unless you want to lick it first, dealers choice.” John looked closely at her distended pussy lips, all wet and red and her clit fully erect. It did look good enough to eat, but he couldn’t get past that other guy’s cum.
“I still think I should divorce you, you can’t be trusted.” But he slid out of his pants and slid between her legs. Feeling the warmth of them wrapping around his body brought back fond memories of when they were young and always horny for each other.
“John, if you will allow me a little latitude for recreational sex I will be completely truthful and open with you. I will tell you when I intend to fuck someone else and, if possible invite you to join or watch. I would love to kiss you like the old days while being eaten or fucked by a handsome man. And I will always want you in my arms after the sex, now fuck me like you used to.” She suited word to deed, urging him on between kisses.
John left without committing to anything. His brain was scrambled with thoughts, negative and positive. A week later, Claire had not heard any more about the divorce. Meanwhile, John had heard from three friends who had seen Claire dancing cheek-to-cheek with an older man. Much to his surprise they applauded his situation.
“You dawg, are you putting her out to seal deals with potential clients?” asked his best friend Dave. John was mightily offended by that question and felt like punching him, but he was a long-time friend and didn’t mean to offend. So he sat down with him and explained his situation.
Dave laughed it off, saying, “Buddy, you have a lot more company than you know; you just don’t get out enough. I can name five guys whose wives put the horns on them regularly, a couple of them with me.
“Letting your wife have a boyfriend is the new Caribbean vacation, except you don’t have to get sunburned or watch her suck a BBC to keep her happy. And you have plenty of ammo if you decide to dump her. Also the make-up sex is great, I’m told. Your wife is a major babe; I would love a shot at her myself.”
John remembered how aroused both he and she had been when he reclaimed her pussy after Jim, but he was still concerned about his reputation, “What would my sons think of me? he wondered. He decided to talk with Claire about her plans for after the divorce.
“John, are you still planning to go through with this? Surely we can work this out. My increased libido doesn’t reflect on your sexual prowess, I think it’s because my doctor has put me on supplemental hormones for energy. You should be glad I am horny all the time now. There is plenty of me to go around and I want you to share in the fun. You really got turned on watching me and Jim, didn’t you?
“Admit it, you are a closet voyeur, and I feel like an exhibitionist. Let’s team up and have fun. Wait until I find a young virile stud with a big cock and I make you suck it with me.”
John was getting increasingly uncomfortable with the way things were moving. Claire had gone off the deep end; now she was imagining him bisexual. After a great deal of thought, he had an idea.
“I still want a divorce, an amicable one. If we were to sell this big house which we no longer need, our equity should be sufficient for me to design and build two cosy cottages next to each other on one large lot. I won’t feel like a cuckold and you will have plenty of privacy to fuck whomever you want, whenever you want. The boys can visit us both at the same time.
“Maybe later when you have satisfied your sexual frenzy, we can remarry and grow old together.”
“Will you cum and visit me every day?”
She never gives up.
