Replaced by a Kinky Girl

I wonder how many guys would be willing to do the things I've done? Would other guys forsake their place as their wife's traditional sexual partner to be a part of something kinkier and edgier? Would a normal guy -one who isn't quite so fucked up in the head- be willing to trade away a piece of his masculinity to scratch some perverted itch? I'm often ashamed of what I've become, but I'd do it again. I'm certain of that.

We were in our mid fifties now so I thought we had missed the window for crazy sexual escapades. I'd put on weight and our couplings had become less frequent. I kept telling myself that I'd join a gym and get my shit together. I thought that once I got back in shape, our love life would reignite.

Melanie was still a hottie. My friends had joked that I'd "married up" over the years, and I agreed. I know she worried about her wrinkles, her weight, and the effects of gravity, but she still turned heads. She'd gone from classic beauty to MILF, but she'd remained my dream girl.

But my dream girl had been disinterested in sex for years. It was a hormone problem, she said. It's natural for a lady of a certain age to become less sexual, right? I worried that it was me -my increasing waistline or my small 4-inch cock. Either way, Melanie's sexual side had dried up, and I was afraid our dead-bedroom was beyond fixing.

I didn't know then that our sex lives were about to change. Maybe we were never destined to be a conventional couple having conventional sex but I was about to learn that my wife's libido could come alive in the most remarkable way.

"You know the new girl, Kari?"

Melanie had built her custom greeting card business from the ground up. Over the course of ten years it has made us very wealthy and had gone from a small operation in our garage to a thriving company employing a half-dozen people. Kari was my wife's latest hire.

I had never met the girl, but I knew that my wife had recruited a recent college graduate to handle the new accounting system. "I think she's been flirting with me."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Oh, I'm sure. She's not shy about it."

A thousand dirty thoughts and fantasies raced through my brain. "What do you mean flirting? What does she do?"

"She is always talking about sex. She used to have a girlfriend, you know. Kari's always bringing up pussy, or kissing or tits. I don't know what it is about this generation. No shame whatsoever."

I was in danger of getting an erection. A college-age girl was talking about lesbian sex with my wife? Holy shit!

"Yesterday she asked me if I shaved -down there."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"What did you tell her?"

"I didn't exactly answer her," she said. "I just blushed and she had a laugh at my expense. She gets a kick out of saying shocking stuff."

"Jesus." I was at a lost for words.

"She told me that she thought I was shaved and joked that she'd like to check.". My wife paused, hesitant to continue. "I was really flustered when she asked me about my pussy. She teased me that I should give her a quick peak and a taste."

My diminutive cock was hard as a rock and Melanie noticed the little tent in my trousers. It was my turn to blush.

"This turns you on David?"

It was obvious. "Jesus, Mel, a college girl hitting on you. It's hot."

"Well, calm down. I'm not about to hook up with some crazy girl who's young enough to be our daughter. I just thought it was a funny story."

That night in bed I reached over to stroke my wife's legs. She lay there quietly as I ran my fingertips over her smooth skin. When I began touching the gusset of her panties she sighed and let me feel her lips through the thin layer of material.

It had been ages since we'd had sex. I had approached Melanie several times, but she'd let me know that she wasn't into sex play -she'd roll over, remove my hand, or comment how tired she was. It was exciting that now, after talking about Kari, I was allowed to continue. My wife adjusted her legs to give me easier access. After a few minutes of letting me massage her panty covered mound, she shucked her panties and began touching herself.

I laid beside Melanie in the darkness listening to her breathing and the wetness of her pussy as she masturbated. I was enthralled and excited to share such an intimate moment with my lifelong love.

I began stroking my little 4-inch cock as I listened to the sound of my wife. The movement of her fingers was an amazing symphony betraying the wetness of her pussy and the extent of her arousal. I had to be careful not to cum too quickly.

The tempo and volume of Melanie pleasuring herself increased. God, she was wet. "Oh Fuck. Oh, fuck," she moaned as a magnificent climax overwhelmed her. I came on my chubby belly as I listened to her orgasm. It was the first time we'd cum together in years.

Melanie held my hand as we caught our breath. I wondered what it all meant. It was obvious that our earlier conversation about Kari had triggered something inside us, but what were the implications?

Things went back to our mundane normal. I wanted to ask Melanie more about Kari and the feelings that drove her to masturbating that night, but I just couldn't find a good way to start the conversation. We were having trouble connecting sexually and that included communicating outside of the bedroom.

Friday night, two weeks later, we were laying in bed. I was on my phone catching up on work while Melanie played on social media. She set down her device. "David, want to hear something crazy?"

"Remember that girl Kari?" I nodded. I also remembered how our last Kari conversation had aroused my wife. Truth be told, I had been thinking about the mystery girl non-stop.

"Yeah, of course." I was getting excited already.

"She told me that last year, before she graduated, she was sleeping with her professor."

"Really? Wow."

"Her married female professor. Isn't that wild?"

"Fuck." It was all I could say. I wanted to know more.

"Kari loves to talk about risque stuff. I think she likes shocking me."

"What did she tell you about the professor?" I was already getting the beginnings of an erection.

"Kari had a huge crush on Gail -thats the professors name. She loved watching Gail's lectures. Apparently she was matronly with large breasts and wide hips. Kari loved the suits she wore and the way the business skirts showed off her legs."

"You know what Kari did? She visited the profs office to ask about an assignment, and told her that she was hot -that they should fuck. Kari told me her professor was at a loss for words. Can you imagine?"

"And so they started having an affair?"

"No, not like that. It took months. Kari kept visiting Gail under the pretense of having questions about the class. But you have to know Kari -she always talks about sex And she'll say anything. Kari kept hitting on the older woman -telling her how hot she looked and bringing up her perverted little ideas. She told Gail how watching her up front during the lectures was a huge turn on. Kari straight up told her that those skirts made her pussy wet."

"Jesus."

"I know!". My wife turned towards me. I couldn't help but notice her erect nipples under her nightgown. She was as aroused by this as I was. I noticed her hand was somewhere beneath the covers. Was she touching herself?

Kari's description of the professor -matronly with large breasts and wide hips- also described my sweet Melanie. As she told me the story of Kari and her seduction of Gail I knew that the younger girl was repeating her seduction of the college professor but this time her target was my wife. I tried to be discrete as I touched my eager little erection under the blankets. I was terrified about where this was going, but I was too excited to stop.

Kari had shared every detail of her sexual dalliance with the college professor -about the couple's early make out sessions in the professor's office and how Gail had eventually tasted the younger girls pussy. Gail was introduced to lesbian sex in that tiny office with the rest of the faculty going about their day just outside the office door.

My wife reached over to turn off the lamp on her nightstand. I listened to her tell me the story of Kari and Gail as we lay together in the darkness. Melanie seemed to remember every detail of Kari's story and as she relayed the sexual escapades of the pair it was obvious to me that the lesbian love story had been on her mind..

Melanie's breathing became heavy as she continued telling me the stories. I could hear her fingers at work under the covers and the sloppy wet sound of her cunt was evidence of her arousal. I lightly played with the head of my rigid cock and coated my fingertips with precum.

"A few days after that first meeting, Gail cancelled her classes and spent the entire day with Kari. They fucked for hours in Gail's bedroom."

"What about her husband? Did he ever find out." We were both masturbating now and my question came out in quiet gasping breaths.

"Kari was sleeping with Gail for months, so yes, he knew. He got a pervy little thrill from the whole thing. Gail would spend her weekends exploring her sexuality with Kari and her hubby would get off asking her about it when she returned home."

"Jesus. That's so fucking twisted."

"Mmm" my wife's breathing had become erratic as the fingered herself to orgasm. My cock erupted to the sound of my wife masturbating and to the increasingly kinky story.

We held each other for a while catching our breath. I stroked her my wife's breasts in the darkness.

"Are you okay with this -what we're doing?" she asked. I didn't reply to Melanie's question right away but contemplated this new and unusual form of sex play.

We hadn't been having any sexual contact at all. In last few years I could think of only a few times we'd shared any kind of sexual intimacy. And intercourse? I couldn't remember the last time I'd penetrated my wife. It had been more than a year, of that I was certain. Two years?

Now, in the space of a few weeks, we'd masturbated together twice and I felt closer to Melanie than I had in a long time. "Yes, it's okay," I said. "It's hot. Are you okay?"

Melanie snuggled closer. I loved the feeling of her big tits pressing into me. "I'm good, baby. I love you."

When Melanie left for work on Monday I was left to my own imagination. I had a few reports to knock out, but I finished everything before noon. My mind began to wander.

I was sure that the mysterious college girl -I had never even seen a picture of Kari- was seducing my wife. They would be alone in the office and Kari had to know that her constant dirty talk was having an effect on Melanie. It was a helpless but exciting feeling to be at home wondering what was happening between them. I was sure that while I puttered around the house, the young lesbian was seducing my wife.

I'm ashamed to say it but the thought of Melanie succumbing to the young seductress was an incredible turn on. I stroked my little cock as I watched a pornographic clip of two women eating each other's pussy.

The masturbation session did little to sate my lust. Shortly before Melanie arrived home I again pleasured myself while watching a pair of women have sex. The older of the two lesbians reminded me of Melanie and I imagined that the younger of the pair -a petite blonde girl- was the college-aged minx. My tiny dick squirted into a paper napkin and I flushed the evidence down the toilet.

Melanie called me into the bathroom before her shower that night. "Do you think I should shave my pussy?"

"What?" In 20 years of marriage, my conservative wife had never bluntly asked me a question like that. I was at a loss for words.

"Kari is always going on about how sexy shaved pussies are. You like it better, right? When I'm..." Melanie paused, struggling to finish her question. "When it's bare?" She was blushing and I realized how difficult it had always been for my wife to have open discussions about sex and her body. This was a big step for her and she was very vulnerable.

"Shit. Yes. Absolutely. That sounds really hot. Do you want me to help?". I was blushing too.

"Oh, God no," she said. "I've shaved my pussy before, you know. You SHOULD know.". She smiled. We both knew I could never get enough of her shaved pussy.

That night in bed, armed with the knowledge that my wife's beautiful pussy was freshly shorn, I began to stroke her upper thigh. "Not tonight, hun," she said as she rolled onto her side, "I've got a really big day at work tomorrow."

"You do?"

"I might go out tomorrow night, you know, with the work crowd. That is, if you want me to."

I sensed the unvoiced implication in her question. Melanie would never have need to ask me before going out with the work crowd. This was something more.

"Are you sure you want to?" There was no doubt that I was talking about her accepting Kari's advances. This conversation was about taking a chance on something we could never take back.

"I don't know, David. I think I want to." She took my hand and squeezed it to indicate her excitement. "Is this a bad idea? Can we handle this?"

I lay there staring at the ceiling fan. Mel's question hung in the air. She realeased my hand and felt under the covers for the lump in my boxers. I was fully erect. "I promise that I'll tell you everything, hun," she whispered. She teased the head of my cock for a moment then we cuddled before falling into a fitful sleep.

The conversation came back to me the next day. It seemed incredible that we had even considered this thing that might happen. The idea of Melanie flirting with another girl, and maybe more -It was intoxicating. While showering after the yard work, I masturbated to mental mimages of Melanie having torrid lesbian sex.

I have a hard time articulating how I felt that afternoon when my wife texted that she was leaving the office for dinner and drinks. My heart was in my throat as I heated up a microwave dinner. I felt a mixture of fear and anticipation and arousal as I waited through the evening. No phone call, no text -only the sound of the ticking clock and my racing imagination.

The clock read 2am. I heard them laughing in the hall as Melanie struggled to unlock the door. It was the unmistakable sound of two drunk girls. I was about to meet Kari, the mysterious seductress. I heard the jangle of the keys as they dropped to the floor and more drunken giggling as the girls fumbled their way inside our apartment. My hands were shaking with anticipation.

I had created a fantasy version of the college girl based on a sorority stereotype. In my mind she was youthful and petite -a hyper sexual cheerleader. The real Kari was the nothing like the porn actresses that served as muses for my imagination. I'd have known she was a lesbian at first glance -the short hair, wide shoulders, and boyish features fit an entirely different stereotype. My wife was being seduced by a butch dyke.

Kari's short dark hair framed a mischievous face which was pretty, in a way, despite her not wearing makeup except for a dark red lipstick. She had a small nose piercing and wore a man's button shirt. Her breasts were small adding to her androgyny but her curvy hips in black slacks betrayed her gender. She looked athletic and impish.

Kari smiled at me. I noticed she was holding my wife's hand. "Hi David!" She drew out the last sylibal of my name in an exaggerated greeting. "Where's our wine?"

She was off before I could respond -rummaging through our kitchen until she found a bottle of Merlot and a corkscrew. My wife grabbed a pair of wine glasses and helped Kari pour some generous portions.

The pair laughed at the dumbfound look on my face. Their entrance had been a whirlwind from the moment they got the door open to the moment they stood hip to hip brandishing their glasses of wine.

"David, did you know your wife is an excellent kisser?" Kari's mischievous smile made me uncomfortable. She turned towards Melanie and snaked her hand under my wife's blouse. Mel stood quietly receptive as the young lesbian leaned in to lick my wife's lips. It was an erotically charged moment. My dick grew hard as I watched the two women passionately kiss.

Kari was assertive. Her hands wandered over Mel's breasts. Mel leaned back against the counter and softly whimpered as she received the younger girl's tongue. The kiss lasted a minute or more before the pair broke to catch a breath.

Kari looked at me with a sky grin. "Do you like to watch? Are you a pervy little voyeur, David? I'll tell you a secret; the husbands are always into it. They love to watch me turn out their little wifeys."

She looked down at the little tent in my shorts. "See. I knew it, perv." Then she laughed. "Mel wasn't lying when she told me about your tiny little dick." She mock-pouted then turned to push her tongue back into Melanie's mouth. "The poor girl deserves a little excitement after all these years, don't you think? "

I stood dumbfounded watching them. I hadn't said a word since they entered the apartment and I failed to find my voice during their bazen display. Their kissing continued for several minutes until Kari took Mel's hand to lead her out to the patio. I watched my wife lay back on one of our loungers before Kari joined her, stoking her hair to resume the open mouthed kissing. Mel seemed to follow the younger girls every lead while in a trance like state.

Kari straddled Melanie and began unbuttoning her shirt. Next my wife's bra was off and her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. "God damn, Melanie, you look so fucking sexy," I could barely make out the young lesbian's whispered admirations as she fondled the bare breasts in the cool night air.

I stood watching, dumbfounded, terrified and excited. The overwhelming emotions -jealousy and arousal- were too much. I had to clear my mind. I grabbed my car keys and headed out the door. A short drive would give me time to find my bearings.

At the risk of sounding preachy, I want to warn you, Dear Reader, about driving when distracted. The roads are filled with drunks at 2am and I was too lost in my own thoughts. On my best day I may have been able to avoid the pickup barrelling through a red light. That night, lost in my own conflicted and tormented mind, I was not at my best.

I don't remember much about my hospital stay. Between the surgeries and the medication, I think of that month as my lost month. I remember Melanie being at my side through all of it, keeping up with our business but spending time in the little hospital room as often as possible. I also remember Kari, and how she was my wife's companion through the ordeal. They seemed to always be together. Sure, she left us alone when Melanie was at my bedside, but it was Kari who was picking up my wife each evening when visiting hours were over. Melanie never told me and I was too afraid to ask- what had their relationship become?

The neck surgeries were brutal, but the therapy that eventually allowed me to regain use of my right arm was the most difficult. I found that lying prone, in a bed, was much worse that lying in a recliner. So, when I returned home, I didn't return right away to our bedroom or our bed. My life resumed on the Lazy-Boy in our TV room. That recliner was my near constant day and night time companion.

Kari had been rooming in our spare bedroom, I was told, since the night of the crash. Melanie needed the support, she said, and Kari let the lease on her apartment expire. But I soon learned that the boyish lesbian wasn't spending her night in the spare room. At first they tried to be discreet, but it soon became obvious that Kari was sleeping in the master bedroom with my wife.

I was home almost a week, living in the recliner half doped-up on painkillers when Kari said it was time for me to take a bath. "Where's Melanie?" I asked. "I don't think I can do it myself."