Ben and Jan have been married for twenty-five years. It is a May/December relationship; he is seventy-five, she is fifty. When Ben retired Jan quit her job and they moved to the desert southwest where he could play golf all year and she could pursue her interest in southwestern archaeology.
Soon Jan was volunteering with the anthropology department of the local university, helping grad students and postdocs prepare reports of their fieldwork, maintaining the library, and doing general administrative activities. Occasionally she went to dig sites and meetings, requiring overnight travel.
Initially Ben went with her on a few trips but he soon became bored and felt like a fifth wheel so he stopped. Now he spent his time playing golf, and tending to their extensive yard and aging house. She was quite capable of caring for herself when traveling, often with other friends. Life was good.
In spite of their ages, they make a handsome couple. Although his hairline has receded, Ben has maintained his weight since his thirties and is physically fit. As for his wife, the almost skinny twenty-something that he fell in lust with has matured into a tall, slim but curvy beauty that turns heads wherever she goes.
They had an active and satisfying sex life until the last couple of years when Ben’s ability to get and keep an erection diminished. His doctor prescribed Viagra but it was only limited help and gave him a bad headache and upset stomach. They decided to eschew that avenue.
But their sex life did not end; it adapted. Ben became more skilled at manual and oral stimulation of Jan, and her eight-inch black vibrating rubber friend was always ready to help. She achieved frequent orgasms both with and without Ben’s help. Ben slept in the nude and when they were together in bed, her warm hand often found its way to fondle his cock and balls. She would simply hold him gently, making slight hand movements, feeling his tumescence grow. Sometimes she slid under the covers and took him in her mouth.
For Ben, although he couldn’t get hard enough for hands-free penetration, he still loved the sexual contact. He thrilled at the rush of endorphins and the burgeoning swelling of his cock; the nerve endings in the head being teased by her hand or tongue. And ultimately the sublime pleasure of slipping the head of his nearly erect cock between her soaking wet pussy lips just enough for them both to climax, often together.
An occasional mid-fuck reference to adding a third party to their sex fun was very stimulating, though it seemed more exciting for him than he perceived for Jan. Although she came powerfully, she never mentioned the fantasy herself. Ben assumed that it was only a vague concept to her. There seemed no reason to alter their standard methods, he thought.
One Saturday, after his regular golf game, Ben was lying on the sofa, drowsing in front of a football game wearing only gym shorts with no underwear and a tee, when Jan came home from wherever she spent her morning. She sat on the edge of the sofa facing him and blocking his view of the TV.
“How was your golf game sweetheart?” she asked.
“Fine, the usual,” he responded. Her hand, seemingly on autopilot dropped gently to his crotch.
“That’s good. Would you mind turning off the TV for a moment? I would like us to talk for a bit.” The hand slid under the leg of his shorts touching his junk.
“Oh no, here it comes. What have I done, or not done now?” he thought as he clicked the remote off. “She’s grabbing my cock, she must want something big.”
“You know that I love you don’t you; that there is no one who I would rather be with?”
“Mmm hmm,”
“And you know that our sex life is very satisfying for me; that I consider you to be an excellent and considerate lover.”
“Mmm hmm, but there is something not quite right, is that what you are saying to me? That I am not enough?”
“Oh no. That is not what I am saying at all. You are magnificent at what you do for me. I’m sure there is none better.”
“But…”
“Not but: and. I know you want me to be happy in all possible ways. You seem willing to go to great lengths to bring me satisfaction as far as you can. It’s just that lately I have been remembering how wonderful your hard eight inches felt sliding deep inside me, pounding into my pussy and making me cum. And how much I thrilled when sliding your foreskin back to reveal that large smooth head for me to lick and suck.”
“Oh shit, you’ve been fucking some other guy. Who is the lucky bastard!”
“No! I would never do that without checking with you first. I value our marriage too much to do that.”
“But you have found a guy. You swear that you haven’t already had sex with him?”
“Yes I know the man; no, I haven’t had sex with him…exactly,”
“Exactly how much sex haven’t you had with my replacement?”
“He’s not your replacement; I will never try to replace you. We have kissed some and touched each other a bit. And I may have given him a hand job slightly.”
“Slightly? You better come clean; this is pissing me off!” Ben was upset, but his traitorous cock was growing under her hand. “Damn, she has magic fingers,” he thought.
“We were playing around and I barely touched his cock and he came. He has been hitting on me for weeks. I’m not getting any younger and the attention of a younger man is catnip for me. He must have gotten very excited when I finally let him have a feel. He is a grad student and not very experienced, but I learned that he has a big dick and I want to try it.
“So you are asking me for permission to fuck this guy?”
“Well, not exactly. I’m hoping to make you comfortable and not feel threatened by a young virile stud fucking your wife. After all, it’s only sex. You are my main squeeze.”
A thousand questions were in Ben’s head. “So, I have no say! How many times will you want to fuck him and where? How did this get started?”
“You do have a say. But surely you don’t consider me your chattel; you are my loving husband with whom I share my life. I have no idea if I will want to fuck him again, but the first time will be here this evening. He is coming to dinner.”
“Jesus…”
“You remember a couple of Saturdays ago I went to help record petroglyphs in Palm Canyon. It was a very hot day and things went slowly so I called and told you that I would stay overnight to help finish in the morning. You know I always carry a sleeping bag and pad in the back of the SUV. Roy had already planned to camp there and had a tent and plenty of food.”
“Sounds as if you always planned to stay.”
“Well, there was no agreed plan but I was quite aware of his infatuation and I suspect he knew that there was more than one day’s work at this site. We sat and had a couple of beers before cooking supper. Anyhow, while gathering sticks for a fire I suddenly found myself in his arms being kissed avidly with lots of tongue.
“I had sweated through my shirt and maybe had a couple of extra buttons undone so he soon had my nipple in his mouth. We kissed some more and I rubbed his cock through his pants a little. That’s when he shot his load in his shorts. He was mortified.
“I kissed him in a motherly way and told him to behave. After a light meal of canned beans, I retired to the car to sleep. I have to admit my panties were wet when I undressed. As soon as I turned my lantern off I saw he was standing outside my window watching me with his cock in his hand. Intrigued, I rolled the window down and watched him. His cock really is large. Soon my pants were around my ankles and we were masturbating together. I think there is still a cum stain on the car door. I did not let him come in.”
“Jesus, you slut! You really didn’t fuck him?” Ben was gob-smacked; he didn’t know what to do or say next, but finally he realized that his cock, still in her warm hand, was harder than it had been in years. He had a full-blown erection. Jan also noticed. She pushed the leg of his shorts up out of the way and bent to take him in her mouth. It was always a powerful thrill when she first touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. His cock jerked and he moaned. He couldn’t help himself.
Jan looked into his eyes and said, “If you could deliver this regularly, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” Then she took him deep and worked her magic until he came strongly. She swallowed every drop with a smug smile on her face.
“Well,” she said, “now I had better get cleaned up and begin preparing dinner; he should be here soon. And having seen his cock, he will be plowing some new ground tonight”
She gave her husband a cummy kiss, tucked him back into his shorts, and went to the bedroom leaving a bewildered Ben wondering, “What the hell just happened here?”
End of Chapter 1
