Bob and Nancy a mature wife share - Chapter One
“Don’t be ridiculous, look at you, you’re as sexy as ever, you don’t look your age, and you can’t deny that you miss having sex!”
She stared at me.
I’d been out for a drink with my friends and I’d just finished a long semi-drunken rant about how I knew that she missed making love with me and I reminded her of my almost life-long fantasy of seeing her with another man.
We’d got close a few times in our thirties, she even made out with a man whilst dancing in a club and I thought that it was going to happen, but she got cold feet and we ended up walking away. I recalled and reminded her of that night. When we got home we had the most amazing sex, she was incredibly turned on and needless to say, I was too.
After that night I thought that the next time we got that close it would happen, but, it never did and eventually the idea sort of fizzled out. But, it never left my head and I would often fantasise as I’d watch her dance with various guys at parties and other social gatherings that we attended.
I had raised the question again over the years, but she had seemed less enthusiastic as the years passed and her excuses turned to her age and her looks. When I told her that she looked as sexy as ever, I meant it, she did, she does, and not only to me. I have seen it in the eyes of other guys.
“I miss sex, with you, but what we do is still good.” She sighed.
I smiled, “I know, but honey, you know that this isn’t the first time that I’ve said this, it’s been something that I’ve wanted for a long, long time.”
“I know. But?”
I hugged her. “But what?” I stroked her hair.
“You know, it would feel like I am cheating on you.” She said her stock response in the past.
I stoked her face and lifted it and looked into her eyes.
“I know, and we’ve talked about this in the past. You wouldn’t be cheating, I would be there with you, watching, and we both know that when he left, you’d be going to bed with me.”
She leaned her cheek against my hand, I could tell that she was fighting her answer, I felt that for the first time in years she was thinking about it and as I held her my heart raced.
I kissed her softly.
“I love you, Nancy. I’m not going to push you on this, I’ve done enough of that in the past. But believe me when I tell you that you are a very attractive woman, and I know that you miss making love. And I know, from our past conversations that the idea of another man is something that you’ve considered, after all, you’ve only ever known me.”
That was true, she was nineteen when we met and I was twenty-two. She was a beautiful young woman, her parents were very protective of her and it was quite a challenge to get them to let me take her out. It came as no surprise to me to discover that she was a virgin when we met, that lasted two more months, and since then we had sex a lot! I had awakened something inside her and she was insatiable, sometimes demanding more than I was able to deliver, even at my young age.
“I know. But as I said, aren’t we too old for all of that stuff?” she said.
I smiled and kissed her again.
“I might need chemical help honey, but I know that you still get aroused as ever.”
I brushed my finger over her lips and smiled.
“Do you think that I don’t know when you’ve used your vibrator?”
She blushed. I’d bought her it a few years ago after her old one stopped working. I replaced it with a larger version, and I know that she used it when I was not around sometimes. I regularly checked on its location and would often turn it around or move it, just so that I could be sure that she was using it. I even replaced the batteries with dead-ones, and next time I looked, she had put fresh batteries in and had used it.
She blushed more, something that I loved.
I kissed her again and then walked into the bathroom. When I returned she was in bed and the lamp on her side of the bed was off, a sign that she was ready to sleep. I slipped in beside her and lay on my back staring at the ceiling, wondering what she thought of my rant, and whether I would have to apologise in the morning.
It was a week later, she was peeling the spuds for Sunday lunch, and I was sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. It was a typical Sunday morning scene, one that we’d repeated for decades. Without looking at me she asked if I recalled our conversation from the previous weekend.
I didn’t look up from my newspaper, “what conversation?” I asked.
She moaned, she knew I was being awkward.
“You know, THE conversation!” She said, emphasising the word, “The.”
I smiled and lifted my eyes and stared at her back.
“Oh, that one? Yes, what about it?” I asked, trying to control my breathing and not get too excited.
She sighed and still looking at the potato in her hand.
“Well, did you have anyone particular in mind?”
My mouth fell open, I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. I could feel my heartbeat increase, I could almost feel it trying to get out of my chest. I tried to remain calm.
“Well, no not really, I didn’t see the point, until you had agreed.”
She was silent, I got up and walked over to her, I pressed into her back and wrapped my arms around her belly.
“Do you want to try it?” I whispered into her ear.
She hesitated and nodded slowly.
“But I want to know if it would be someone we know or a stranger?”
I smiled, and I felt my cock harden. Trying to remain calm I spoke slowly.
“Well, do you have a preference?”
She shrugged, “I think I’d be more nervous with someone I didn’t know.”
There it was again, my cock twitched, it was hard and I knew that she could feel it pressing into her back. She dropped the potato into the water and spun around, her wet hands around my neck.
“Are you getting hard Robert?”
I smiled, “Not getting, I am honey.”
She kissed me softly. “Did you take a pill?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t.”
She slid her hand down between us and onto my crotch and smiled.
“Oh my, you are hard, is this because of what I said?” She asked.
I nodded, “It must be.”
She kissed me again. “Maybe it’s a sign.”
Then, she surprised me, she slid down my legs and began to unbutton my trousers, and she quickly had my cock out and her fingers were wrapped around it as she stroked it. I glanced out of the kitchen window into the garden.
“What if someone comes around the back honey?” I asked, my breathing betraying my arousal.
She didn’t reply, all I heard was a muffled sound as I felt her warm, wet lips wrap around my cock and she began to suck me.
I held her head as she slid her lips up and down my length, my whole body tingled, it had been so long since she’d done that. Most times, because we don’t know how long it will last when I take a pill, we usually have sex straight away with very little foreplay once I am hard.
I held her head as she worked her mouth along my length, I moaned aloud, I no longer cared if anyone walked around the back of the house. I could feel my orgasm rise, I knew that I was going to cum, I moaned.
“Honey slow down, I’m going to cum.”
She lifted her eyes to me and smiled, then lifted her mouth off me.
“I know, but I’m not wasting this, it’s been too long.”
Then she returned to her efforts on my cock, she was rewarded soon after with the first spurt of my cum into her mouth. I heard her moan as she took it, the first jet of cum only seemed to spur her on and she increased the suction on my cock almost drawing more cum from deep within me. She swallowed every drop that I poured into her mouth, and when I was done, she licked me clean then licked her lips and stood up.
We kissed, I could taste myself on her lips.
“I love you.” She said.
I reciprocated. Then she smiled.
“Think who we could ask, then let me know.” She said in an almost matter-of-fact manner and turned around and returned to the spuds. I stared at the back of her neck, which was flushed, a sure sign that she was aroused. I sighed and returned to my paper, but I couldn’t concentrate, all I could think about was, who?