Before We're Too Old - Pt. 01

Resa looked out over the water as the sun slowly melted into the horizon. Not just her favourite time of day but her favourite time of year as well, late autumn where the air just starts to get crisp and it makes sense to relax in the hot tub she was currently luxuriating in. She had come up to this lake the previous summer with her husband, Jim, but it was really showing its colours now. The leaves were even more golden in hue than normal as the setting sun blazed through them. She breathed in the scent of colder weather to come, fresh in the air.

She turned to her husband, who was slowly sliding his cock in and out of the beautiful young woman beside her. She was bent at the waist and had her hands on the side of the tub as he hooked his hands around her hips, pulling deep into her as she pushed her ass back into him with a look of ecstasy on her face. She watched the two of them and felt nothing but love and contentment. She knew exactly how she got here but she was still a little dizzy taking it all in.

She was pretty sure she could trace it back to the bathroom reno. They had been in their house for about 10 years and had renovated almost every room in it, kitchen, bedroom, all of the living spaces. They had finally got around to doing their ensuite and were going all out. They had been planning to go away for their twentieth anniversary but a bunch of stuff got in the way, so they decided to splurge on the bathroom.

The reason Resa could trace it back to the reno was remembering the moment Jim had been following her through a home improvement store. She was looking for a very particular wall mirror but couldn't remember where she had seen it. Jim was not paying attention to the mirrors as he was more interested in watching her beautiful, round ass sway from side to side in the tight, patterned yoga pants she was wearing.

She had stopped in front of a wall of mirrors and was scanning them intently. "Are those new pants?" he asked quietly as he came up behind her.

"Maybe," she blushed a little, "do you like them?"

"Yes, me and every other guy in here, I think." He looked at her reflection in the mirrors as she searched, a small smile curling her lips. He also noticed that she was wearing a tight top under her light jacket that was cut a bit lower than normal, displaying the top of her amazing cleavage. Resa had been the epitome of 'the girl next door' when they met, cute features with large, round eyes and a ready smile. She had also been completely oblivious of the impact her amazing body had on the men around her.

Over their twenty plus years together, she had matured into something more, still cute and fun, but a bit curvier - breasts that could fairly be described as large and a rounder ass but still with that hourglass waist that he loved grabbing when he took her from behind. She usually dressed pretty casually when they ran errands but he wasn't complaining about her new, tighter, sportier look.

They carried on through the store picking up a few more bits and pieces. Jim split off and headed over to the plumbing aisle to pick up some pipe cement and returned to find his wife in the lighting aisle. She was at the other end and as he started to walk towards her, she was reaching up for a light fixture. Her shirt lifted slightly, exposing her midriff as her breasts stretched the fabric of her shirt.

Jim stopped from a distance so he could watch the reactions of the men around her. Two guys had just stopped what they were doing and were staring openly while a third guy came over to help her reach the light. He handed her the light and she ran her hand down his arm as she thanked him. Jim felt a weird combination of jealousy and arousal as he watched her gentle flirting with the guy who grabbed the light.

She turned and spotted Jim and started walking towards him, again with that sway in her hips. Jim noticed that all three guys were now just staring at her ass as if hypnotized. She was almost giggling as she hustled Jim around the corner.

"You're right about these pants," she laughed.

It took stops at two more stores to find the mirror she had been looking for. She swayed through the aisles while Jim hung back, watching the men checking her out as she would bend over to check price tags or pick something up, a mischievous smile on her face the whole time. After finally finding the mirror and paying, Jim drove home with his wife's hand on his thigh, just lightly pressed against his crotch for almost the entire drive. He was definitely getting a bit suspicious about what she was up to. He stared at her ass again as she swayed into the house, this time she looked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching.

"Happy anniversary," Jim laughed as he handed her the mirror when they got inside.

"Very funny, I've got your present right here," she smiled as she smacked the side of her ass.

He moved over to her, took the mirror back and set it on the floor. He pushed his body into hers as she backed against the hallway wall. He kissed her firmly and she let out a muffled sigh as his tongue danced across hers. He moved to kissing her neck before he spoke, "I'm not complaining, but what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" she replied innocently.

He moved his hand up to cup her breast and gently squeezed her nipple through the fabric. She gasped as his other hand grabbed a handful of her ass. "These new, tighter clothes, teasing those poor guys at the stores. You seem a bit... heightened," he breathed into her neck.

"I guess I've been feeling a bit old. I wanted to see if I still have it."

"Old? Forty-three is still young as far as I'm concerned."

"That's only because you're forty-four," she laughed. "It's just that nobody I know around my age has been married for twenty years."

"That's just because a bunch of them are divorced. Believe me, you still have it, just look at the way those guys couldn't keep their eyes off you at the stores."

"I suppose."

"You didn't seem to mind the attention," Jim said as he slipped his hand into the front of her yoga pants, sliding down inside her underwear until his fingers found her already slick opening. Resa gasped as he easily slid a finger inside her. "Hmm, it seems like you liked teasing those guys," Jim said as he felt just how wet she was.

Jim knew all of her buttons, lightly kissing her neck, squeezing a nipple with one hand and circling her clit with the other. It didn't take long before she was moaning and shaking her way through an intense orgasm.

Jim looked into his wife's eyes which were just returning to focus after her ecstasy. He knew her well enough to know that there was something else that was still on her mind but he let it slide. It was kind of their way to talk about things. They both preferred to mention something, let it percolate and return to the discussion later. He knew there was something under the surface but she would come back to it when she was ready.

Jim kissed her flushed lips and they carried on to the bathroom to discuss what was left to do before he started preparing for the next big job, tiling the shower. He spent the rest of the day sealing all of the joints in the waterproof membrane he had installed in the shower surround the day before.

They were lying in bed together that night and Jim could tell that something was still on Resa's mind. She had a book propped up in her lap but she hadn't turned a page in ten minutes. She finally put her book down, rolled over to him and put her hand on his chest. "Do you think we got married too young?" she asked softly.

"I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, when I was out with the girls the other night, after a few drinks, the conversation turned to sex. Don't get me wrong, I love our sex life but I didn't have much to add to the conversation, experience-wise. Everyone else was telling stories about college and all the crazy stuff they had done before getting married."

"I thought guys weren't supposed to know what happened on girl's night."

"Very funny," she said sarcastically. "I'm serious. Do you feel like you missed out on... sexual stuff because we were so young?"

"Sure, the guys tell stories about all the stuff they did but I wouldn't trade any of that for the last twenty years." Jim wasn't totally sure where this was going but he felt like he had a hunch. "Did something come up in the conversation that you wished you had done? Something that maybe turned you on a little?"

"Maybe," she smiled. Her hand was wandering its way down his chest at this point. "It might have been a couple of things."

Jim always thought she was so sexy when she was being a bit coy. "You know, we're only just over forty, we've got time to fulfill some fantasies, but we really should do it before we're too old."

"I know, it's just that we couldn't fulfill this fantasy on our own."

"Well, now you've piqued my interest," Jim replied with genuine curiosity. "What was it?"

"I'm not sure I want to say, you might not be into it."

"You can't drop a hint like that and then not tell me," Jim laughed. "I promise, no judgement from me."

"Fine," she said as her hand continued over his stomach. "Cheryl was telling us about a threesome she had in college and I felt a bit jealous."

"You were jealous of Cheryl having a threesome? Isn't that supposed to be every man's fantasy?"

She laughed, "I think men usually fantasize about two women. Cheryl was talking about her with two guys." Her hand had now reached his boxers and she was slowly dragging her fingernails up and down the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through the fabric.

"Oh," Jim paused. "What about it made you jealous?"

"To be honest, it just sounded so dirty, like something good girls and good wives wouldn't do. I kinda feel like I missed out on that." She paused a little before continuing, "And, to be blunt, I loved the thought of being, what is it called, spit-roasted?"

She was batting her eyelashes while she looked at him and Jim was amazed that she could sound so innocent while describing such a lewd act. "You mean having one guy fucking you while you blow the other?"

"Yeah, that." She gave an involuntary shiver. "I didn't really know what that was when Cheryl said it. I mean, I kinda figured it out but I looked it up when I got home."

"That must have been entertaining," Jim laughed.

"I'll say. That might have had something to do with my 'heightened' state today, I got a bit turned on," she blushed. "Have you ever fantasized about having a threesome?"

"I feel like this is a trap," Jim laughed.

"Seriously."

"Well, yes, of course I have." He smiled.

His wife's eyes sharpened, "Who is the other woman?"

"This is a trap," Jim laughed again. He noticed his wife tense up a little so he quickly carried on, "You're assuming that I've only fantasized about having a threesome with two women."

Resa's eyes widened a little, "You've fantasized about a threesome with two guys and a girl?"

"Yes, specifically me and another guy fucking you," Jim admitted.

"You have?" she grinned as she reached up the leg of his boxers, lightly caressing his balls with her hand as she moved it further up. "And what's your favourite part?"

"My favourite part?"

"Yeah, when you imagine that, what turns you on the most?"

Jim paused, unsure of how she would react, but it felt like a night for confessions. "I think watching you, on your knees, with a cock in each hand, looking up at me as you take turns sucking us off."

"Mmmm, that sounds pretty fucking hot, I thought about that as well," she said as she moved her hand up to grip the shaft of his cock, starting to gently pump it up and down. The gears were turning in her head as she thought more about it. She was very quiet for a moment before looking up at him with another coy smile. "I think I get that though." She got up on her knees and playfully tugged his underwear off. "You do like watching me suck your cock, don't you?"

"You know I do," he smiled.

She knew he loved it, and she loved him watching her. She always kept the lights on, watching the desire and lust in his eyes as he reacted to what she was doing with her lips, with her tongue, with her mouth. Twenty years of blowing him and she still loved his scent, his taste, all his favourite spots that she knew how to tease. She also loved the sense of power she had, controlling his pleasure, controlling his release.

She thought about the threesome again and imagined herself kneeling in front of two men, their eyes watching her in anticipation as she stroked her hands up and down the hard, slick shafts of their cocks. She had another involuntary shiver and smiled mischievously at her husband as she pushed his legs apart and lowered herself between them. "So you like to imagine watching me suck other men's cocks?"

"Yes," moaned Jim.

His cock was rock hard in her hand and she held it straight up as she placed her tongue at the base of the shaft and licked all the way to the tip without taking her eyes off his. "You get off on imagining your wife as a dirty little slut?"

"Oh fuck yes," Jim moaned.

She let out a moan and closed her eyes as she lowered her head over the tip of his cock and took him as deep as she could. She slowly started to bob her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the underside of his swollen head. She took pauses from sucking to look into his eyes as he watched her worship his cock with her tongue. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting imagining being that dirty little slut for her husband. Having him watch her, performing for him. She had always been the 'good girl' and the thought of being so naughty was thrilling. She moved her free hand to her pussy and pushed two fingers inside her already dripping opening.

She took him deep into her mouth again pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm. She finally pulled her mouth off his cock and got a wicked grin on her face. "And where do they finish, these other cocks that I'm sucking?" she purred as she continued her stroking and licking.

"Oh, pretty much everywhere, on your tits, in your mouth, on your face." Jim grinned.

"On my face?", she said in mock surprise. "You are such a dirty old man, imagining me sucking another man's hard cock into my pretty little mouth. Jerking it until it shoots its sticky load all over my face. Is that what you want to see? Your slutty little wife, covered in another man's cum?" She knew exactly what she was doing. She didn't talk dirty often, but hearing that sent Jim over the edge and he didn't hold back. His cock launched rope after rope of cum into the air as he grunted in time with her stroking. Resa had brought herself along, timing her climax with Jim's as she stared into his eyes.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Jim could tell that the buzz they both had from talking about their fantasies was lingering - lots of flirting and amazing sex. Resa even surprised him one morning as he came out of the shower. She dropped to her knees to blow him and then watched him watching her in the bathroom mirror - just to heighten the effect of it being someone else's cock.

"Whose cock would this be?" she asked one night as she lay on the bed with Jim's face buried between her thighs.

"Um...I hadn't really thought that far down the road", he mumbled into her pussy.

"Nobody we know for sure."

"Agreed, that would be unnecessarily complicated."

"But I don't know about some rando either, dating apps would be weird too," she said.

He moved up from her pussy to kneel by her head and she hungrily took his cock into her mouth. Jim leaned over her to pull her vibrator out of the bedside table and he started teasing her clit with it before sliding it inside her, fucking her with it as she lay on the bed. She moaned relentlessly, writhing on the fake cock he was pumping in and out of her as she sucked his real cock into her mouth.

"But you want it, don't you," Jim said.

"Fuck yes," she moaned as she pulled his cock out of her mouth to slide her tongue up and down his shaft. "I want to be your dirty little cock slut," Jim pushed the fake cock deep into her. "Oh fuck, I want you to watch me be a dirty little cock slut." She was rubbing her clit as Jim continued to fuck her with the fake dick until she finally cried out as she came. She panted through her orgasm, continuing to lick his cock while moaning the whole time. She looked up into Jim's eyes, "Do you want to watch me be a slut? Do you want to watch me suck another man's cock?"

"Yeah, I do," Jim grunted as she continued to lick his shaft.

"Fuck, I want it too, I want you to watch him cum all over my tits," she moaned. "I want you to watch me on my knees, squeezing my tits together while I beg for his load."

Picturing the scene in his head made Jim lose control and he came suddenly, launching his cum over the side of her cheek as she tongued the underside of his cock. She looked him in the eyes and sucked him into her mouth, swallowing the last few spurts as the rest ran down the side of her face.

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The next day, Resa was having trouble concentrating on anything but what they had talked about the night before. She was beginning to think that the idea was turning her on more than Jim, if that was possible. She was sure that he wanted this to actually happen - it may have started as sexy banter, but it had felt more serious each time they played it out.

She had started the day with a plan to run some errands and then meet a friend for coffee but she found her mind wandering. The excitement of new sexual experiences made her recollect the beginning of her sexual exploration. Resa had gotten together with Jim when they were young, but she wasn't a virgin. She thought back to high school and remembered the thrill of everything that was new about sex. Her boyfriend at the time had been new to it all as well as she fondly remembered the two of them discovering all the things they liked. Her first time giving head stuck out in her mind from those days.

They had been parked on a deserted road in her car. They were in the backseat, hands fumbling and making out in the dark, the windows foggy with their combined body heat as she tugged at his cock with her hand. Her friends had talked about how much guys enjoyed blowjobs and she wanted to see for herself. She bent down to take him in her mouth and she loved it from the first second. That first touch of the smooth, taut skin of his cock passing her lips to her tongue. His moans sent shockwaves down her body and she absolutely loved the feel of his pulsing cock as he came in her mouth. She even loved his haphazard attempts to repay the favour.

Their relationship kind of played itself out and they broke up senior year. She had a couple of other short-term boyfriends after that and then she went off to College. She had a few sexual encounters there but they had been pretty disappointing, just guys fucking whoever they could for their own sense of conquest. She met Jim in class and knew he was different from the start. For one, he talked about things other than himself and second, when she took him to her bed, he was the first man who seemed to care about her pleasure. Even thinking about him now made her warm inside.

After all the years of being married to Jim, she knew she hadn't exactly let herself go, she still worked out and kept fit but she had realized she did take Jim's affection a bit for granted. He loved her and lusted after her regardless of what she wore or how she looked and she knew that. It wasn't until the girl's night that she realized she wanted to up her game a bit - to be sexier for her husband but also for herself. To feel fully alive again.

Hearing Jim's fantasy about a threesome with another guy had only driven that higher. Lots of other crazy stuff had been discussed with her girlfriends that night but the thought of having two guys at the same time had burned itself into her head. The fact that Jim had the same kinds of thoughts had made it even hotter. She realized that she never felt like she was in a rut with Jim but these thoughts of bringing that new feeling back to sex had her more excited than she had been in years.