A Premonition

I woke up sweating with the images burned into my soul.

Of course I knew it was a dream, but it seemed very real. I had dreamed that I had visited my wife at her workplace at the stables, and walked in on her in the tackroom putting on a fresh pair of panties. She looked up and didn't seem surprised to see me, and simply said, "I just had sex with the feed delivery man". She carried on dressing and pushed past the shocked me to see to the horses.

Back in the near darkness of our bedroom, I looked over and there she was, sleeping peacefully beside me. I looked at the LED clock - 3am. I was almost shaking with shock and, I realised quickly, lust and desire. My penis was rock hard.

I lay there for three hours in stillness, unable to masturbate lest I wake her and unable to get those images out of my mind. Eventually, she woke and got out of bed to do her early morning chores. When she brought in my cup of coffee, I said good morning as usual. It was just a dream and our relationship after twenty years of marriage was not very sexual. We hadn't had sex for over three years and hadn't felt sexy for longer, and it was a sore subject. Discussing this dream with her wasn't an option.

She soon went outside to deal with our own horses and I finally grasped my still-hard dick and my orgasm occurred within seconds. I'd never had a release like that - it drained me completely and I fell asleep again almost instantly.

And so life went on. Obviously I had a kink, and my fantasies now featured Lyn in various scenarios. But these were solo fantasies. We didn't discuss sex and as far as I was aware, she was entirely happy with that.

Then it changed in a big way.

I finish work earlier than Lyn and as it was a sunny day, I decided to drop by the hunt yard where she worked on the way home to see if she could take off early and go for a walk. As I drove up, I became aware of various bits of deja vu, such as the view down to the yard from the road, and the turning into it. This time, I met a delivery van leaving the yard, driven by a young lad who smilingly waved his thanks as I backed my car to let him past. I drove on into the yard and got out. The girl Lyn works with, Selina, saw me and blushed red - giggling nervously as I said hello and walked past her, as if she knew a dirty secret. Again, the deja-vu as I approached the buildings. Not having seen my wife outside, I looked into the feed room, which was empty - and then I stuck my head around the door of the tack room.

There was my wife, naked from the waist down, pulling up a pair of white cotten knickers exactly as my dream had foretold.

She saw my shadow in the doorway and looked up. Entirely naturally, she said, "Oh, hi Dave. I've just had sex with the feed delivery man and I needed to change my underwear."

I watched dumbly as she picked up her jeans which had been tossed into a corner, and started to pull them up. I was frozen and unable to move.

She smiles at me and, just as in the dream, started to walk past me to carry on with her work. It was here that I broke with the dream and grabbed her arm.

"Stop," I said, voice shaky.

She looked up at me, questioning. I pushed her firmly back into the room and up against the table in the middle, where tack is laid out when it's cleaned. I let go, but stood close.

"Tell me what happened," I said.

"Not much to tell," she answered. "We had sex on this table and then he left."

"Was this the first time?"

"No, love. We've been doing this most weeks for, ooh, about three months. That's why I bring spare knickers on Thursdays." Again, that matter of fact tone. As if it wasn't my business who she fucked, but politely dealing with my enquiries.

I stretched my memory. I've read that unfaithful partners often change their habits, how they dress and how they act - but honestly, there was no change in her that I had detected, nor could now. I guessed it was down to her attitude that she'd done nothing wrong.

"Tell me exactly what happened today," I said. I was feeling the pressure from an erection, and she noticed the bulge. She smiled slightly as she began,

"Well, same as other times really. John comes around three and drops off the week's feed. Then he comes in here, pushes me hard up against the table and kisses me. I kiss him back as he squeezes my tits. Then we release and I remove my jeans and knickers, and we have sex. Sometimes on the table, sometimes up against it, sometimes missionary and sometimes doggy on the floor. Then, when we're done, he pulls up his own trousers and goes off. I imagine he has several women who he has sex with, he's a very cheeky young man."

"How did it start?"

"I fancied it. As simple as that. He started chatting me up and flirting. I liked his smile and when he kissed me, I enjoyed it. I also enjoyed it when he groped my chest and then again when he pulled down my trousers and put it in me. It was fun, it still is." - All said matter-of-fact, as if she'd done something very simple, not been unfaithful to me.

"Did you think about me?"

"No. Honestly, you never cross my mind in that way any more. I didn't think you'd mind. You don't mind, do you love?" she asked, some concern finally arriving on her face.

"Does he wear a condom?" I asked, ignoring her question.

"No, that would spoil the moment."

"Is he bigger than me?"

"A bit, and he's much younger and fitter. He has a nice body."

"Does he know you're married?"

"Of course - I never take my ring off, but everyone has flings. It's just sex, Dave. Good sex, but just sex."

"He kisses you?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Like this?" I say, as I push her against the table and kiss my wife forcefully. She resists slightly at first, then her mouth opens and she welcomes my invading tongue. My hand found her breast and I squeezed it through her clothes.

She was responding well, moaning into my mouth.

I released her, then unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them and slid them down over her hips. She lifted one leg, then the other until she was clear. I lifted her up bodily, placing her on the table, and lay her back. My face was inches from her vagina and I saw the wetness therein. I lowered my face and licked at her. She groaned and moaned softly as I lapped at her juices, knowing that I was probably swallowing some of her young lover's recently deposited seed too. I didn't care, I was overcome by lust and quickly, I removed my own jeans. With what I felt was a mouthful of his semen and her juices, I raised my head and kissed her - opening my mouth and letting the combined mess slide into her own. She accepted eagerly and swallowed. Conversation was done for now. Now was for actions.

I positioned myself and her vagina, wet and welcoming as I'd never known it before, opened up and seemed to suck my penis inside of it. She was loose, but we'd gone so long since we had had sex that I couldn't tell if she was looser than before or not, but she was definitely ready for more sex.

I thrust hard, animalistic, ploughing her with an intensity I had not felt before. This was raw nature - reclaiming my rightful place and after a few minutes of this hard and fast fucking, she orgasmed with a huge shout and shuddering ecstasy, which drove my own release as I filled her recently cleaned sheath with my own sperm.

-

Lyn still enjoys sex with her young driver and I often time my visits to arrive shortly after he's been. Once or twice I've arrived before he's left and watched them screw in secret, joining her after he's driven away with his big smile. Selina, Lyn's co-worker, has become a willing conspirator to this. She had kept the secret from me, but now I knew she enjoyed the breaking of taboos as much as I did. She even joined me sometimes in cleaning Lyn - watching an attractive 19 year old girl clean another man's come from your 45 year old wife's vagina is something I can heartily recommend, especially as I get to have sex with both of them.

The other night, Lyn came home with a smile. It was on a different night to the feed deliveries, so it couldn't have been him.

"Good day?" I asked as I kissed her.

"Mmm... We have a new farrier at the yard. You might want to start dropping by on Tuesday afternoons as well now..."