By the time one has reached my ripe old age (mid-eighties), it seems as if you go from one problem to another without much fun time in between. Mostly, the bad news comes from one of the several medical experts that you are required to visit regularly. Or maybe another of one’s friends or relatives “shuffles off this mortal coil” ahead of you.
Or perhaps your financial advisor reminds you of a special tax that is owed immediately to the IRS. He’s sorry that it slipped through the cracks a few months ago, so now penalties are added. Or maybe one of your children needs a “loan” for an unexpected opportunity that he/she can’t pass up. It seems there is always something.
So, when my wife Eva sat down beside me and said, “I need to talk with you,” my hackles immediately went up.
“What now,” I thought as I turned to her for the bad news.
She took my hand in hers, looked me in the eye, and after a deep sigh said, “I’ve decided to take a lover.”
There was a long silence, her waiting for my reaction and me thinking, “Oh, is that all? Phew.”
Finally, a strange sound between a cough and a not well-stifled, laugh escaped my lips. Her eyebrows went up in obvious offense at my apparent amusement, and she let go of my hand.
I quickly tried to assure her that I didn’t find her announcement funny, but rather was simply relieved that she didn’t have a fatal disease or something. Eva was bemused by my lack of a reaction. “You seem to be taking this news quite well,” she said, once again looking into my eyes.
“I may need time to process it.”
Let me say a few things about my wife, and us as a couple. She is ten years my junior, and she is a damned attractive seventy-five-year-old. I do not doubt that she can find men with whom to commit adultery.
We have been together for forty-five years. If you do the math, you can see that we met when she was in her late twenties and I in my late thirties. After my two failed marriages, she turned out to be the love of my life, truly my soulmate. Our life together has at times been stormy, but there is no doubt in my mind that I want to continue to grow older with her as my partner.
The past five years have been stressful. Just as the pandemic hit, we learned that she had breast cancer. The year of treatments and the subsequent years of recovery and low sex drive on both our parts dragged on into a dull and mundane sex life for us. But I have never questioned our love for each other.
During this period I lost the ability to get and maintain erections, further damping our enthusiasm for sex together. So, the news that she wanted to try sex with someone else, someone with a hard cock, while not expected was not a total surprise, nor unwelcome.
“Tell me about it. When did this idea come up?” I asked.
“It is quite recent. It has nothing to do with how I feel about us, you. But I have been feeling that we have gotten ambivalent toward sex and we need a change; that is, I want a change.”
“Well, how will this work? Do you have a plan or someone in mind for your partner? Does he know about it?”
“Yes, it is Bruce, the man I help at the university; you have met him and his wife.” I had a vague recollection of them at some event or other. He seemed to be in his fifties and not bad-looking.
“Does he know you want to fuck him or have you already done it and does he know you are telling me?”
Now I should say that over the years, Eva has had many opportunities for extra-marital sex; she has had a busy professional life outside the home. Sometimes it seems that our times together have to be sandwiched between her many other commitments.
She is more comfortable engaging with men than women and many of them have been admirers of her. There have been times during our marriage that I wondered if she might have succumbed to temptation. Ultimately, I don’t think she has. She has been quite open a time or two about an attraction between her and some man, but insists that, beyond mild flirting not much more happened. I believe her.
My question seemed to make her pause and think about her answer, “We have already done it. He didn’t want me to tell you. But you know me well enough to know that I couldn’t go behind your back; at least not more than once. I never intended to cheat on you. He is married and thinks that word might get back to his wife; he is afraid of what you might do.”
“Thank you. Will it matter to him that I know? Will it be difficult for us to meet in the future?” Again she paused before speaking.
“I hope that it won’t be a problem for you; if it is for him then that’s his worry, not ours. I know it sounds crazy that I’m telling you my plans for cuckolding you and expecting, or at least hoping that you will be okay with it. But I think our bond is strong and can survive it although I was expecting you to be more surprised. Aren’t you at least a little surprised?”
“Frankly, for some time now, I have wondered if you would be interested in something more than our rather pathetic sex routine. I know you say that my oral and manual skills are fine, but having a hard cock to play with seems an important component of good sex.
“But how do you see this affair meshing with our life together? How often do you expect to see him? Will you bring your lover here for sex? Do you plan to use our marriage bed for your trysts? Are you going to go out in public with him?”
“John, we’ve only been together once, and none of these matters have been worked out. I think it would be best if you and I discuss what we would like to happen and any ground rules first. Can you do that so soon?” Eva looked a bit worried that I might try to stop them.
“Right now, I’m as close as I have been to having an erection in years. The image of you and him fucking is getting me really turned on, and I would love to take you to bed and fuck you, or at least lick your pussy.” Eva jumped up and grabbing me by the hand pulled me toward our bedroom.
As we walked I asked, “When did you consummate this experiment with Bruce?” With a sly smile, Eva turned her arm over and looked at her wrist as if there was a watch there. My heart gave a little lurch.
“It was when I ‘went to the library to work’ yesterday morning. He booked a room at the No Tell Motel. I doubt that we would be seen by anyone we know, but no doubt it would be safer if we could come here.” She pulled off her clothes and flopped onto her back, legs and arms open for me. “Come to Mama; I’m getting wet too thinking about us all together.”
We have developed a routine of side-by-side manual play which is easiest on my back and neck. Isn’t old age great? Cunnilingus requires me to kneel at the side of the bed between her legs.
I took a few moments to study her recently fucked pussy, “And how was it? Was it everything you hoped it would be?” I gently pulled her pussy lips apart and touched her clit with the tip of my tongue.
She trembled and caressed my head, urging a deeper probe. “It was quite lovely, though we were a bit tentative. I intend to be more aggressive the next times. Don’t stop. Keep licking my adulterous pussy. You are the oral master for sure. Maybe you can show Bruce the ropes sometime.”
Then the conversation became very monosyllabic. Once I think Eva is wet enough and aroused enough, I can move up and, by squeezing the shaft of my tumescent cock, force enough blood into the head to penetrate her pussy lips a bit. Often she can cum this way, and sometimes so can I.
“I bet you wish Bruce’s hard cock was here right now,” I couldn’t resist the temptation. She put her fingers to my lips to hush me. I guess I had dampened the mood. We lay in each other’s arms and chatted some more.
“Will you be alright with this? Am I being too selfish? I think it would be best if I played here at home. I hope you will decide to participate and things get more exciting. In the past, you have encouraged me to be more adventuresome sexually.” She let out a little giggle, “I can’t believe we are lying here chatting about the logistics of me making you a cuckold.”
“Well, for what it’s worth, your timing is impeccable, the life of a cuck doesn’t sound half bad to me right now, especially if I get to watch and maybe play too. But, forget any ideas of dominating me, either of you. I am still the man of this house.”
Eva thought for a few moments, then said, “You are my studly husband and I know it. I may need one or two more times alone with Bruce to pave the way, but that idea of a threesome with you already has me wet; oh no, you did that. Let’s finish the job.” She ducked under the covers and took my semi-firm cock into her mouth.
The image of her lying with her legs open as Bruce slid his cock into her pussy drove me wild with lust. That cunt which had not felt a hard cock in years. In my imagination, he had a nice circumcised cock with a big, bulbous, purple head
Her talented hands and mouth, along with my imagination, worked wonders. Then she got on her knees and presented her gaping pussy to me. After a few licks, I slid my cock into her to my total delight. Her pussy pulsed as I came, a rare treat.
For the next few weeks she was very discrete about meeting her lover; only telling me after. If he came to our house, it was when she knew I would be out and he left before I returned. She was always neat and dressed when she greeted me with her usual embrace and kiss. I did think I tasted something strange one time.