Life of the Mainwarings Pt. 01

One of the things that happens when a man loses a lot of weight over a relatively short period of time (probably happens for women, too, but since I'm not one, and it seems rather indelicate to ask, I can't say with any certainty) is that his libido suddenly reverts to that of a hormone infused teenager. Well, this story is about a man who made some lifestyle changes in his late 50's and suddenly dropped about 100 lbs. Part of the lifestyle change was a rigorous and regular gym routine involving a good mix of cardio and resistance training. He was fortunate to work near a University with an undergraduate program in athletic training that required its students to do practical work in the field. Thus he was able to acquire the services of a physical trainer for a price that he could afford.

Why am I telling you this? Because I'm the one writing the story and I can.

At any rate, Sean Mainwaring (pronounced MAN-er-ing) suddenly found himself at age 60 with the sex drive of his much younger (and much more randy) self. His wife, who had not embraced his lifestyle change (she hadn't ever gotten very overweight in the first place), and who found her own sexual desire for her husband waning rather than waxing, soon grew weary of his constant advances. One night, after fending Sean off in the bathroom as she was getting ready for bed she decided enough was enough.

"Sean! No!" she exclaimed as he put his hand up her nightgown and grabbed one of her ass cheeks while simultaneously nuzzling the back of her neck with his lips. This was a move that, in her younger years, would have turned her pussy instantly into a swamp and increased her heart rate. Now, she was just tired of it. In truth, she had lately found herself thinking about women as sexual partners, but this isn't her story (I may tell it later if I feel like it), so we'll say no more about that for the present. She turned around and put her back to the counter and pushed Sean away with both hands on his chest.

"Sean. You know I love you, but I'm just not interested in sex right now," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "But I know this is important to you and I've been thinking about it. Let's go sit down and have a talk."

"OK," Sean said, his hardon still tenting his briefs, but disappointment etched on his face. Lately he'd taken to masturbating many times a day just to rid himself of his near constant tumescence.

Pamela, Sean's wife, took his hand and led him back into their master bedroom. She sat down on one of the wing backed chairs at one end of the room, tucked her still sexy legs up under her still shapely (even at age 60) ass, and turned to face Sean, who had taken the opposite chair.

"I have a proposal, and one that I do not make lightly, so please take it seriously. I'm very happy that you've lost all this weight and have gotten yourself back into shape. It's good for you and I can see that, for the most part, it's made you a much happier person overall, except for the fact that you now want sex every day, and often many times in the same day, and I just am not up for that anymore."

"And?"

"I don't want you to be frustrated, and I know you've started wanking to porn -- you really need to learn how to properly clear the cache on our web browser dear -- so I want to offer you an alternative."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, Pamela, out with it!"

"I want you to have an affair. Multiple ones if you can manage them."

Sean was stunned. Of all the phrases he'd ever expected to hear from Pamela's mouth 'I want you to have an affair' weren't in the top 1000. His mouth dropped open like a beached fish. He had been rendered speechless (and if you knew Sean, you'd know how rarely that had happened). When he finally recovered enough to respond, he said,

"Have you lost your mind?"

Pamela smiled. "No, dear, it's right where it's always been, safely lodged between my ears."

"I assume there's a catch," Sean added.

"I suppose you could call it that. The catch, as you say, is that *I* get to pick the women you have sex with. In fact, we'll do it together, but the final say will always be mine. We will have no secrets, you and I."

Sean's grin suddenly replaced the beached fish expression he had been wearing and it filled his face as his mind began to consider the possibilities. Perhaps his wife might be interested in a threesome? Well, that would be down the road a bit, perhaps.

"You're going to pick the women? How exactly?"

"Oh, I've already put up a profile on one of the better known internet hook-up sites. I'll snap some pictures of your newly buff self so we have something to add to your profile, and I've written what I think is an intriguing profile, making it clear that though you are married, your wife approves of your philandering and is actively involved in choosing your partners. One caveat -- it can't be anyone we know, either personally or professionally, and no one in our circle must ever find out. I think if we're careful, that can be possible. We live in a major metro area, after all."

"Well, darling, I must say that your idea has a certain appeal, but I'm shocked that you're willing to go to these lengths to help me with my problem. I'd much rather just have sex with you, my love. You're still the most desirable woman I've ever met. Doesn't it make you feel good that I still want you? I know so many men whose wives are begging them for sex and they just aren't interested anymore. I just don't understand sweetheart."

"Hormones, darling. It's all about hormones. Some women, and I apparently am one, face the diminishment of sexual desire after they go through the change. But, yes, it is flattering that you find me so desirable after all these years, and I do still enjoy sex with you -- just not four or five times a day, or a week for that matter. I want our marriage to continue, so I don't want you sneaking off to bop some floozy on a business trip. If you're going to stray from our marriage vows I am not only going to be aware of it, but in charge of it. Deal?"

Sean didn't immediately respond. He felt like their relationship was approaching some sort of paradigm shift and he was uncertain how he felt about that. In 40 years of marriage he had never strayed. There had been opportunities, particularly during his stint as a young college instructor -- some of his students had given off strong hints that should he be interested in bopping them they were there for the bopping -- but he had remained true to his marriage vows. Now, his wife was telling him that she wanted him to find relief in the arms of another woman.

"I don't know what to say, dear. You're the only woman I want, and I fear that if we start down this path there may be unintended consequences." (Yes, unfortunately, Sean had received more education than was good for him, and really did talk this way. Did I mention that he was 8 inches and thick? Yes, that makes up for a lot, seemingly.)

"I've given this a lot of thought and I believe that as long as I'm picking the women and the sex takes place in that bed," she said, pointing to the king sized bed across the room, "everything will be all right."

"So let me make sure I understand this. You want to choose women for me to bring home and have sex with. Where will you be when this sex is taking place?"

"Oh, shopping, visiting my mother, volunteering at the library, having my nails done -- you know, that sort of thing."

"OK, here's another problem. What makes you so sure that you'll find someone else willing to have sex with me? Most of the dating sites that I've heard of have male to female ratios of at least 100 to 1."

"Don't sell yourself short, Sean. In spite of your Irish heritage you have an eight inch dick, and you are a very handsome man (Sean actually blushed at this point), which puts you way out in front of most of the trolls infesting the hook up sites. I've researched this, Sean, and I'm sure it will work. Please consider it."

"Done. When do we start?"

Pamela laughed.

"I knew you'd say that. Here, take a look," she said, holding out her iPad.

Sean took the tablet which woke up at his touch to reveal a popular internet hook up site. He saw that she had, in deed, already developed a partial profile for him, sans revealing photos, and that a fair number of women had looked at it. Of course you never know with these things, they might have just been spammers, he thought. He also noted that she'd sprung for a "gold" membership, meaning that he could actually look at other profiles, send messages, etc. He was impressed, but still a little bit in shock.

"Let's get some photos of you," she said, standing and taking the iPad from his hands. "Profiles with pictures get a lot more action. No face pics yet, of course. We'll have to give those up at some point -- no woman is going to meet someone whose face she hasn't seen -- but for the profile we just need some general body shots and the obligatory pic of your not inconsiderable junk, as they say these days. Stand up."

Sean stood up and faced Pamela, feeling suddenly self-conscious -- almost like the first day of junior high gym class when he'd had to be naked in front of other boys for the first time. Pamela snapped several pictures of him with the iPad.

"OK, drop the shorts and let's get a few photos of Mr. Johnson," she said.

Sean's cock was still erect (seemingly its base state these days) when he stripped off his briefs. Pamela took a picture. "Turn so you're in profile please," she ordered. He complied and she snapped a few more.

"Good. That ought to do it for now. Let's get these uploaded and see what happens," Pamela said.

A few moments later, Pamela had chosen the photos for the profile, uploaded them, and decided which one was the main photo.

"OK, take a look at the profile and let me know what you think," she said, handing the pad back to Sean.

This is what she had written in the intro:

Middle aged woman needs your help managing hubby's burgeoning libido. (That was the headline) My husband has recently undergone a physical transformation. He's lost a LOT of weight and has become a gym rat. Most women would be delighted, and believe me, I'm happy that he's taken more interest in his health. The problem is that he now wants sex about five or six times A DAY. I just can't handle it. I need some help, and I don't want him sneaking around behind my back, so, ladies, I'm asking you to help me out here. I need someone (or someones) to help siphon off some of his sexual energy. He's a handsome man, well spoken, charming, good sense of humor, and he has a thick 8 inches between his legs to go along with some serious staying power. The catch here is that I get to choose the women he brings into our home to have sex with, so you'll need to go through me to get to him. He doesn't have the password to this account and will only see what I allow him to see. You won't be communicating privately with him, ever, and if you try, well, you don't want to go there. What we're looking for is some NSA boinking for hubby just to keep him from driving me crazy. What do you say ladies? Help a sister out please?

Sean laughed.

"That's quite a profile statement. Gotten any hits on it yet?"

"Yes, quite a few, actually, but only a couple from our area. A lot of women just wrote because they were curious, and I've actually made a few friends in the process. Women mostly who want to know why I'm doing this and how it's working."

"Can I see who's responded?"

"Of course, dear," Pamela said, tapping the iPad's surface and then handing it to him. "Here's a pretty hot candidate."

She had opened a profile -- "SexySadie61" -- and it displayed a photo of a woman of about Pamela's age with a nice build, long auburn hair, and a killer smile. She was 61 years old, married but looking, and lived in a suburb on the other side of the metro from Pamela and Sean. She had several bikini photos but no nudes. The bikini shots were revealing enough, however, and Sean was interested.

"Did she message you? May I see what she wrote?"

"Message us, darling, message us. And, yes, tap the envelope icon and scroll down to see her message. She and I have been corresponding already."

"You were pretty sure of yourself, darling."

"Yes, I was, now shut up and read."

Her smile took the sting out of what might have been a rebuke, and he clicked the envelope revealing the message.

Dear Karensproblem (her screen name --using her middle name),

This is the most unusual profile I've ever seen on this site, and I've been here a while. I must admit I'm intrigued. If your husband is built like you say he is and if he really does have your blessing, I'm interested in meeting you. Both of you. Can we talk on the phone? I see that you live across town. Perhaps we could meet for coffee or a drink and find out more about each other. I've enclosed a photo of me and would appreciate one back.

Sean saw that Pamela had responded to SexySadie61.

Dear SexySadie61,

Yes, this is real. I understand that this is an unusual profile, but please believe me, this man I'm describing is my husband of 40 years and we have no wish to end that relationship. He's just gotten so randy lately that it's more than I can handle. I have decided, and I know he'll agree (men all think with their penises, wouldn't you agree?), that it's best if he blows off some steam elsewhere. I'm OK with that as long as I know about it and choose the women. Oh, and the sex has to take place in our home and there will be no private communication whatsoever. That's a deal breaker. I'll send you some photos when I get them. Here's a picture of my hubby taken at a recent gala for our local public television station. Doesn't he look great in a tux?

"You sent her a picture of me?"

"Of course, darling, and now I'll send a few of these to her," Pamela said, taking the iPad back again and tapping in the commands to send SexySadie61 a few of the photos they'd just taken.

"Anyone else nibble on your ad?"

"Yes, here's another," Pamela responded, pulling up another profile.

"Looking4Daddy? Really?"

"I thought you might want someone younger to play with, and some girls still have daddy fantasies. She's legit. I checked her out. We had coffee last week at the Starbucks in the mall."

"You what?"

"Oh don't act so put out. It's not like you were going to say no."

Sean was a little taken aback by how much Pamela had done behind his back. She must really have been getting desperate.

"Darling, I'm sorry if my demands have become a burden to you (yes, as I said, he really talks like this), and I had no idea they were producing this level of distress. Are you sure you don't want me to just wank to porn or something for relief? I promise not to harass you more than once a week."

"You're so sweet, darling, but, no, I don't want you wanking to porn. You need a flesh and blood woman who is horny enough to satisfy you. I think as long as I'm picking them and we don't have any secrets, that this can work. And if it doesn't, or if either of us gets uncomfortable, we can stop it and figure something else out."

"All right. What's next?"

"Take a look at 'Looking4Daddy' and then I'll show you the message she sent."

Sean looked down at the iPad screen. Looking4Daddy was a 21 year old coed at the local U who was looking for someone more mature as a sexual partner. She wasn't ready to get married and settle down and she was tired of the local bar scene and being groped by drunken frat boys. She wanted something else. Her photos were pretty hot too. She obviously worked out a lot. She had a nice set of perky tits and a tight ass to go along with her red hair and fair skin.

"OK, what'd she say?"

"Go back to the inbox. The string starts about six messages down."

He looked.

Dear Karensproblem,

This is pretty crazy, but I just had to write to see if you were for real or if this was just spam -- some internet troll seeing if women would bite. I'm everything my profile says I am, so if you're real, please send back a picture and let me know.

Pamela's response:

Dear Looking4Daddy,

Yes, we are a real couple. Here's a recent photo (clothed) of my hubby. He's recently transformed himself, physically, and now has the libido of a 16 year old boy. It's too much for me and I'm looking for help from willing sisters of just about any age. This will be NSA sex only, and only with my knowledge. No private communication. Hubby doesn't have password access to this account. If we agree to meet, you'll meet me first for an 'interview,' which, if all goes well, will lead to more. Write back if this is acceptable.

Looking4Daddy wrote back:

Karen,

Let's meet. Your hubby is a hunky guy. I think I'm as curious as I am turned on by this and I want to meet you anyway even if things don't work out. I'd like to hear more about your relationship and why you're willing to risk it after 40 years just so your hubby can get his ashes hauled. Here's my mobile number (XXX)XXX-XXXX. Call or text me.

"So you called her?"

"Yes. We spoke several times on the phone and she eventually believed enough of my story to agree to a meeting in a public place. She's very careful. Her name's Melissa, by the way. We met at the Starbucks last week and I think she's a worthwhile candidate. I told her I'd get some candid shots of you and send them to her, but even off the clothed picture, she was interested. In truth, I got the feeling that she would be interested in both of us. You'll note that her profile indicates that she is bi-sexual."

"Whiskey tango foxtrot! You going bi in your middle age?"

"No, silly. Although I did have a couple of roommate flings in college. Sometimes I wonder..."

"T-M-I, sweetie."

"I thought all men wanted to see their wives with other women. You don't?"

Sean blushed. Again. His fair skin didn't allow him to hide it.

"See. I knew it. You want to watch me have sex with another woman. Admit it."

"Would you?"

"We're not talking about my sex life here," Pamela said, deflecting Sean for the moment. "Let's stay focused on getting you laid."

Sean let that go for now but filed it in the "to be discussed in greater detail at a later date" folder of his brain.

"OK, so, as I asked earlier, what's next?"

"I've set up a meeting with Melissa for tomorrow after work at that same Starbucks in the mall. Your calendar says you'll be free after 5, so perhaps we could just meet there around 5:30, and if we click, we can go over to the Cheesecake Factory and have dinner together just to advance things a bit."

"And then?"

"If all goes well, we'll set up a sex date."

"Well, what if Melissa and I have chemistry and want to take things to the next level tomorrow night?"

"That's a possibility. Now, let's talk ground rules. One, no private or secret communication with candidates. No secret e-mails, phone calls, texts, or instant messages. All communication goes through me and I decide, more or less, who you play with. I'll try to provide as many women as you can handle until you calm down a bit. You fuck them here, in this house, in this bed. We're looking for fuck-buddies, not lovers. And, to be clear, you'll be fucking them, not making love. Agreed?"

Sean thought this over. He still wasn't sure it would work, but his cock was getting most of the blood so it was in charge and said "yes!"

"OK, let's give it a try. Have I mentioned how much I love you today?"

"Only about 50 times, but I know you were mostly saying that to get into my pants."

"But I do love you, you know," Sean said, seriously.

"Yes, darling, I know you love me, and I love you to death, which is why it hurts me not to be able to give you what you want. Oh, I suppose I could just lay there and think of England, but I know that wouldn't give you what you need. It's not that I don't want sex, I just don't want it several times a day anymore."