After 30 Years of Marriage

After 30+ years of marriage, our sex life had become routine. My husband wanted to spice it up. It excited us for him to take sexy photos of me as a prelude to sex, but, after several years of that, Bob wanted to add adventure.

In my 50s, I doubted my sex appeal. My husband often pointed out that I am petite but "stacked" with 36D breasts, which remain full and firm. They may hang down, because of their weight, but they aren't flabby. My hips balance them at about 36". Bob says I still have nice legs.

A woman friend, who is much younger than I, said to me, "Show your shape! You have good legs! Why not show them?"

I am told I have a pretty and youthful face, looking about ten years younger than my age.

Both men and women have told me that I have beautiful skin, with a blonde's fair complexion. I treat it with expensive creams and moisturizers. I avoid the sun, because it ages the skin; if I go into the sun, I use a high quality sunscreen. While tanned skin is very popular with girls and young women, and men seem to like tanned legs, my husband thinks that bare, un-tanned womanflesh is very sexy because it looks more naked. Besides, if a woman has beautiful skin, why gild it with the sun or cover it with tattoos?

While my husband corrupted me sexually, he wasn't responsible for one of my vices: I already liked to drink, long before I met him. Alcohol made me very casual and informal, if you know what I mean. One afternoon, Pete, an older former student of mine, now about 30, who had become our friend, was visiting. I suppose he had been one of my teacher's pets.

I had gotten out of the shower and was drying myself when I heard Bob talking. Our bathroom was just off the kitchen. From its doorway, I could see straight ahead all of the kitchen and, left, part of the living room. Thinking Bob was on the phone, I stepped naked into the doorway and saw that the phone was not in use. Then, I heard Pete's voice. Fortunately, they were in the living room.

Wrapped in a bath towel, I joined them in the living room to say hello. They were having drinks, so I had to have one. I went into the kitchen to make my coffee lover's special: a Black Russian; I made it 2 parts 100 proof Smirnoff vodka, "diluted" with 1 part 40 proof Kaluah. I took a big swig; it was just right. I returned to the living room and my recliner, facing Pete, who sat on the couch. Bob sat in his recliner to my left, at the other end of the coffee table between us. I stood by my recliner, took another swig, and bent forward to place my drink on the table.

Pete grinned and said, "Be careful your towel doesn't fall off!"

I turned to face him, laughed and said, indicating my big tits, "These will hold it up!"

I sat in the chair, showing a lot of my legs, the booze making me carefree. Soon, I finished off the drink, and went to make another.

Bob said, "Jenny, you'd better slow down! Why don't I make you a whiskey and ginger ale?"

I said, "Okay, but I'll make it." The whiskey was only 80 proof; I knew Bob would put in only one shot, but I liked a double. As I returned to the living room, my towel seemed to be slipping a little: yes, half of my boobs were showing. What the hell! I was feeling a nice buzz.

We had a lively discussion and laughed a lot. When I finished that drink, I decided it was time to get dressed. Part of the towel was stuck in the chair, pulling it off when I stood up.

Our friend just laughed and said, "I told you so!"

I faced him and said, "So what?" flaunting my tits and cunt (at least it wasn't shaved bare) before walking naked back to the bathroom to dress. I left the bathroom door wide open to overhear what they were saying.

Bob said, "Jenny gets sexy when she's had a few drinks!"

Pete replied, "I'll say! No offense, but, suddenly my jeans are too tight!"

"I don't blame you. I have a hardon, too!" They laughed.

Bob chastised me later. "Spare the cock and spoil the woman," he'd say.

My husband Bob persuaded me to play with our friend and neighbor, Joe, who is our age and a very horny guy. His wife is fat and frumpy. To improve his sex life during a long marriage, he had fucked other women. Although I didn't realize it until much later, Bob decided to find out if Joe would like to fuck me.

We were going to spice up our sex lives. First, I posed for sexy photos Bob took to show Joe. Then, I read Joe's e-mail replies. When I told Joe I was glad he liked my pictures, his e-mails went from sexy comments about my body to dirty remarks about my sexiness and what he'd like to do to me.

In spring and summer, we would drive to his house. I'd wear a short skirt and low-cut top. While I sat in the car, Joe would look me over and ask me to show him my bra and panties. I always obliged him. Sometimes, Joe would come over to see more, and Bob encouraged me to show off. One day, I thanked Joe for helping Bob carry and assemble my new exercise bike by dressing for him and flirting. He got me to take my blouse and bra off for him. I got excited and stripped my miniskirt off, as well, showing him everything but what my bikini panties covered. I drew the line at touching, however.

Bob convinced me that we needed to enliven our sex lives. If I didn't make myself continually exciting to my husband (exciting myself in the process, for an excited woman is a more exciting woman) he might start fucking other women. I preferred doing whatever excited him and enjoying myself as well. Finding other women to put out to him would be much more difficult than developing my sexuality. I'd thought that some women were born to be highly sexed and most were not. I discovered that, with Bob's help, I could become highly sexed, enjoy sex more and enjoy more sex.

Another time, I put on a fashion show of my new summer dresses. Bob took some photos, but Joe wanted to pose me and photograph me. His enthusiasm excited me enough that, when he asked me to bare my breasts, I did. He liked them a lot, getting such close-ups that he could have reached out to touch them. Then, he said he wanted to make my nipples as erect as possible, reaching for them, and I let him tweak them until they tingled.

Eventually, with my husband's eager encouragement and a couple of strong drinks, I let Joe feel me up until he got me excited enough to let him fuck me. Seeing me excite another man so much and be so excited myself made my husband much more excited about me. After Joe had me, Bob eagerly fucked me, too. See our story, "Enriching Our Sex Lives."

Whenever I stop to think about it, I'm amazed at myself. I seem to be two people: one a woman leading the conventional life and the other a sexual adventuress. How I've changed! Yet the original me remains, following the routines of daily life. I know several women who are divorced or widowed. They don't seem to have sex lives. Instead, they have lots of "girlfriends" and "hen" parties.

Maybe these unattached women are so constricted by their circle of female friends that they don't dare have a sexual adventure. Maybe married friends of a sexually active single woman, who is not attached to one man, would view her as a threat. They would be less likely to suspect a married woman.

We began having weekly sex parties with Joe. I would wear something short and cut low. Bob would serve me two double whiskies and ginger ale (without sugar). Alcohol seems to reduce many women's inhibitions. It makes us more compliant to please the men. It also gives us an excuse to do what we may subconsciously crave, and we can blame it on the drinks.

They would have me sit between them on our couch. I shared a leg and a tit with each of them. They felt me up and stripped me naked. Feeling their hands all over my naked body and their mouths on my tits and cunt got me excited enough to let them take turns fucking me. They called me their sex goddess. I found sex much more exciting with two men lusting for me.

Bob had been sharing me with Joe for about a year, and we all reaped benefits. Except for the first time Joe had possessed me, and our frenzied coupling that ensued, his hunger for me seemed undiminished. His sexual desire would build up for a week, until he had to have me again.

He said, "Jenny, my life is dull. The only exciting part, what gives me something to look forward to every week, is another hot date with you."

Joe delighted in stripping me naked and admiring my legs, tits, ass, and delta of Venus, his pleasure enhanced by seeing that I enjoyed displaying my body to such an ardent admirer. Of course, Joe enjoyed even more feeling me all over, my soft, luscious curves and beautiful skin, while he inflamed my desire until I succumbed.

Joe got an extra thrill from showing us how well he could fuck me. He had a bigger cock than Bob. At first, I feared that it would be too much, but he always made sure I was wet and ready. I sucked on his cock to lubricate it. He entered me slowly, and I became very excited as my cunt gradually accommodated him. With the tip of his cock against my cervix, he would stop to savor our union. I felt his cock twitching in my grip.

Then, he would fuck me slowly, so that my cunt could appreciate every inch he was giving me. When he fucked me harder and faster, he usually made me cum. I suppose Joe's wife liked to think that he had lost interest in sex, as she had. I thought her a fool not to do whatever she could to excite this virile man to do to her what he was doing to me.

My favorite position was on my back, where I could watch my lovers enjoy me, and I could show them my enjoyment. I thought that was making love. Doggy style was just sex, animalistic coupling. However, they occasionally, after plying me with alcohol, got me to perform on my hands and knees on floor, playing a bitch in heat for them, shamelessly satisfying our natural urges.

They really enjoyed seeing my big tits dangling as I sucked on one cock as if it were the most delicious treat while emitting muffled exclamations as I received vigorous thrusts from the other member of the team. I exulted in my power to have two men fuck me at the same time. After all, one man can't fuck two women at the same time. Sexually, I was equal to two men, maybe more, when I thought of the gangbang videos Bob showed me. We preferred the amateurs doing it for fun to the pros doing it for money.

They made me feel very sexy and desirable. I thought about sex a lot more, not just when Bob reminded me. Joe said I should go on the Southern Charms website. I said I doubted I'd appeal to any but older men.

Joe replied, "The way you look in a short skirt with your beautiful legs and showing a nice sample of your big, beautiful tits, a lot of horny young guys would like to get their hands on you and give you a good fucking! I bet some of your male students have their eyes glued on your body when you walk back and forth in front of class!"

I teach college English.

After Joe left, Bob asked, "Have any of your male students ever flirted with you, or have you noticed any ogling you?"

With the age differences, although I do have some older students, I didn't expect any such attention.

"I haven't noticed what I'd consider flirting. I am popular with students, boys and girls."

"Do you remember that male student who hung around you a lot, the one you suspected had stolen your cloche hat?"

"Oh, yes! I loved that hat! It was so soft and flexible."

"Maybe he wanted to rub his cock on it while he thought about your body, since he couldn't steal your panties."

"That's nasty! Do most guys have dirty minds like yours?"

"I think so. From now on, don't be oblivious; you might be missing something."

"You mean you want me to flirt with more men—even my students?"

"You're just beginning to learn how much sexual power you still have. Be discreet, but enjoy it while you still have it. Then, tell me all about it!"

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