The morning after her initiation into hot wifery, May did not want to get up. She wanted to lie in bed and replay every moment of the previous afternoon and evening.
It was a life-changing experience; she hoped for the better. First she had been seduced and pleasured by two handsome studs and her BFF Cindy (please excuse the teenage term, but it captures how she felt).
Then, after her husband Bob acknowledged that he knew what was going on, they made the most beautiful love, perhaps ever, between them. And Bob agreed to her seeing her lover Al again, with manageable conditions.
But, given the circumstances, she thought she should make his breakfast as a thank you. She was sure that she could remember the good stuff later. When she tried to get out of bed, she discovered that she was sore in several places.
Not surprisingly, her pussy was sore after being assaulted by a much larger cock than ever before. But her abs were sore, she supposed from the many intense orgasms. Even her jaw and throat were tender, from what she wasn’t sure.
Breakfast was amiable but quiet, neither of them wanting to address the elephant in the room. They went to the office in separate cars. As soon as she had a free moment, she called her friend Cindy to make a spa date for Saturday.
Then she forced herself to attend to work. At the end of the day she rushed home to make a special dinner. She wondered how long this honeymoon would last. She intended to make sure that Bob would never question her love or feel shortchanged in the sex department, though if he had the energy for sex tonight, he would have to be gentle.
As she went about preparing dinner, random scenes from yesterday appeared in her head, causing a smug, satisfied smile. Imagine her forty-five year old body exciting a twenty-something hunk. And what a hunk, what a cock, what a kisser. Could he always make her cum so much? she wondered.
Geeze, that ache in her pussy was starting up and she felt wetness in her undies. She must tamp it down somehow; Bob’s ego is fragile just now. It felt strange to be so concerned about Bob’s welfare.
Over the years he has been very self-reliant, really the anchor of the family, the one to whom she and Tom brought their problems for him to help solve. Dinner went smoothly, and after some TV and snuggling, they both slept well.
Saturday, while undressing in the locker room, she and Cindy whispered to each other about the experience. Then May’s friend laid a card on the bench, “He wants to see you ASAP.” It was Al’s card. “I didn’t give him your number; you can do that if you want. Not that he isn’t discrete, but I don’t know if your husband checks your phone history.”
May read it; he is a firefighter in the next county. She was glad that he doesn’t live here, but is close enough for convenience. “Maybe Bob will try to sell him a policy,” she wondered out loud.
“You mean you are going to let them meet?” Cindy was shocked.
“If things go well, they’ll be best buddies. I wonder if Al plays golf.”
After their massages and mani-pedi’s they sat in the hot tub together where they could talk. By then they had reviewed the tryst and May had recounted her time with Bob after. “You see? I told you, even sex with your spouse of twenty-five years gets better.” She snuggled very close to May and her hand went underwater and onto her thigh.
“Sadly, it’s only for a while. No matter how things go, he’s still the same small-dick untalented guy you married.” Realizing that she had offended May, she backpeddled quickly. “I’m not singling out Bob; it’s just that our generation is so repressed.” The hand moved toward her crotch. Thank goodness for the bubbles.
“It’s just that these younger guys all work out, are healthier and more experienced than men from our generation, and they don’t get cock-blocked by their morals. And boy can they fuck. We are just lucky that we’re MILFs; look around at your old schoolmates.”
May was appeased and getting aroused by Cindy’s hand approaching her pubic area. “Are you going to have your pubes trimmed?” May looked around to see they were alone. She took Cindy’s face in her hands and kissed her lustily, then lay back and enjoyed her feelings.
“There were so many distractions Wednesday; I wanted to do that with just you.” She wanted to say more, but at that moment Cindy’s hand reached the promised land. She could only gasp and slip deeper into the hot water.
Her right hand was now doing to Cindy what Cindy’s was doing to her. Their moans were becoming noticeable. Soon May sat up and said, “Geeze, I’m a hot mess. I’m horny all the time now. I want to go fuck Al right now, then I want to let Bob lick my cum-filled pussy, see if he likes other’s cum.
“I want to take you home and make love to you. I want to kiss you and kiss and lick your nipples until they get hard like little penises. Then I want to explore your pussy up close and learn how to pleasure you. I want to watch your face when I make you cum, then I want to guide Gerard’s fat cock to your cunt lips and watch them pooch around his big rubbery glans and swallow his shaft until he is entirely in you.
“Next I will whisper filthy things in his ear, making him lose control and cum in you so I can lick it out. I want to know how different men’s cum tastes.” Just then a gaggle of Yoga students entered the locker room. “Let’s get out of here,” she said standing up and wrapping her towel around her torso.
As they dressed, Cindy said, “Shall we christen your guest room as unisex now that Bob won’t let me entertain there?”
“I think I can talk him out of that; I’ll try.”
They spent the remainder of the morning in each others arms doing what comes naturally. “We’ve known each other since we were seven. How did it take until now to enjoy our bodies like this?” May was gently stroking Cindy’s front from her pubic mound to her breasts. They were both sated. “I think I should get some sex toys, like a big dildo for us.”
“Not for me darling. I want nothing but warm throbbing,living things in my orifices. Give me cock or give me tongue, to paraphrase Patrick Henry or someone. No substitutes accepted.”
Cindy had not been gone long when Bob arrived. He had decided to skip the usual after golf lunch with the boys hoping to spend quality time with May They had still not had further discussions about what was happening why and where May hoped to be in the future.
She had not yet showered or gotten dressed after her girl’s romp. She greeted him warmly, kissed him a lover’s kiss complete with tongue and led him to their bedroom. There she dropped to her knees and took his cock out. Bob completely forgot about discussions.
He finished undressing while she showed him her best deep throat technique, which he had never seen before. Where did she learn this stuff? he wondered. Either she is a quick study or she has a past that I don’t know about. But those thoughts disappeared when she pulled him down on the bed and climbed over him. He got busy attending to her pussy, getting her ready for his hard cock.
They made tender, but somewhat tentative love, after which he gave oral worship to her cum-filled pussy, finally bringing her off. They lay in each other’s arms, her head on his shoulder, her hand holding his soft, gooey junk. They were quiet for a while before May said softly, “Darling I keep feeling that I must repeat how much I love you and how grateful I am for your willingness to accommodate my new interest. You will not regret it; you are still my main man and will be as long as I live.
“I intend to arrange my ‘social life’ for when you play golf. You will never have to worry about meeting a man here in your home. Unless you decide you want to join in the fun. And I will almost always be here to greet you.”
“I appreciate that. When are you seeing your friend again?”
“I haven’t talked to him. I plan to call him tomorrow and set something up. Do you want to know when I contact him and what we discuss?”
“I don’t know. Can we leave that matter for when and if you continue beyond twice? For now, as I said, go for broke. I’m not sure how I will handle being a cuckold.”
“Sure. I do have one favor to ask of you. Last week I stopped before the others were ready to; I thought of you and felt guilty for cheating on you, so I pulled the plug so to speak.
“This time I intend to be alone with him, so I want to be free to let things go where they will. I would like to spend the night with him, do everything that feels good, including waking up in his arms, bad breath, and all. Is that OK with you?”
“Will you call or text me sometime to let me know you are OK?” Bob’s voice was shakey.
“Of course, if you want.”
“OK then. Let’s go to the club for dinner.”
