I drifted off to sleep in my recliner long before my wife Kate returned from her date with Bob, her lover. I had been reading with a whiskey and soft music streaming into my ear buds, wearing nothing but a robe and PJs.
“Wake up sleepyhead, your wife has come home to you,” she whispered. I felt her lips on mine and her tongue prying them apart.
I opened my eyes to see her warm brown eyes gazing affectionately into mine. There was an unmistakable taste on her mouth that told me that, even though the hour was early, her date had had a happy ending.
A flood of warm affection washed over me; my beautiful wife had come home to be with me. On her previous two dates, she had not come home until the next morning.
She had a glass of wine in her hand, which she placed on the side table, then she sat on the arm of my chair, one foot still on the floor, the other leg bent at the knee above my lap.
Her short skirt did little to hide the fact that she wore no panties nor to cover up the smell of sex that emanated from there.
She picked up the book from my lap, dog-eared the open page then placed it on the table. As she reached across me, her left breast slipped out of her blouse, which was not fully buttoned.
The sight of her beautiful breasts always excites me, and tonight was no exception. Even with my ED, I felt my cock becoming tumescent. It is a wonderful feeling when the dopamine hits me. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth.
With one hand caressing my neck, she bent and kissed me again, “Did you miss me?” She asked.
“Of course, but I didn’t expect you this early. I’m happy to see you, though, and delighted by your aroma.” I inhaled deeply.
“Well, I haven’t forgotten how disappointed you were when I stayed away all night and came home in the morning all scrubbed and shampooed like I was ready for church; except for the slutty outfit I wore on my date, of course.
“I thought you should get the full cuckold experience of having me come home to you bearing the entire complement of smells, tastes, and marks left by my lover, so I came straight home to you, my love.”
“How was it this time? Did Bob let you go easily?” Bob was a man much younger than Kate.
“As you know, this is only our third time together; we don’t have a lot of established rules or habits. Our first dates made me realize that I’m old enough to be his mother and my fifty-five-year-old body cannot keep up with his twenty-five-year-old one.”
“I see some symmetry there, my seventy-five-year-old body feels the same, and my ED is in control.”
“Well, in spite of the arrogance of youth, I intend to remain in control of the situation with him. He often makes demands that I cannot accept, but fortunately, what’s true of many men is true of him; when his little head gets hard, his big head gets soft.
“I remain in control for the most part, except when we are making love, then his beautiful cock and his talented tongue cannot be denied.”
“What kind of demands?” I asked, not sure that I really wanted to know, but knowing that I want to keep her talking and fondling me. My big head was getting soft like Bob’s, a familiar experience with Kate.
“He doesn’t like me driving my own car to meet him at a club; I have too much control of the evening that way. He wants to pick me up here and then bring me back to have sex in front of you. He thinks that me cuckolding you should include him humiliating you. That isn’t going to happen and he knows it now.”
Her voice had become somewhat strident; nonetheless, her hand playing with my hair and the sight of her breast through her partially unbuttoned blouse as she leaned over to reach her wine had my blood up, if not my cock. She is my beautiful wife still, who I will love ’til I die. She resumed her loving mien.
“How are you holding up, darling? Are you still OK with my having a night out every few weeks?”
Her free hand went to my boxers and lifted my tumescent cock out. Her grip was warm and firm but gentle, moving slightly back and forth, and evoking the sensation of a burgeoning hard-on, though I was only partially erect.
“I’m OK, I think. It gives me pleasure to know that you are getting great sex occasionally and that you return to me sated, but affectionate.”
“Darling, I’m so grateful to you for convincing me to open myself up to a new adventure. You were right that we were drifting into a dull, platonic situation, and I had shut down my libido.
“These dates make me hot to come home to you and fuck your brains out, ED or no. They remind me of the torrid love life we had years ago and renew my love for you. Don’t be concerned about my young lover. Would you like to retire to the bedroom and have me give you the details of our evening?”
She took my hand and guided it under her skirt, where I felt an abundance of warmth and dampness. I slid my finger into her pussy, releasing a gout of cum into my palm which I brought to my face to smell and taste.
“Do you like it?” She asked, pressing my hand to my lips, then kissing me and licking up Bob’s remnants.
A vivid image of my wife on her back, legs open with Bob kneeling between them, his erect cock standing proud, flashed into my brain; her arms reaching to grasp it and pull him down and into her waiting pussy and her legs wrapping around his torso as he buried himself to the hilt. Of course, I have never seen Bob, or his cock, so my imagination ran wild.
“Mmmm, how is your pussy holding up under all this activity?” I, once again reached under her skirt and slid my middle finger into her cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“He fucked me three times, the last time he finished in my mouth. Can you taste it? Your gentle touch is just what I need right now. The pounding I take from Bob is fabulous, but leaves me wanting your tender, healing ministrations.”
We retired to the bedroom, removed our clothes, and lay facing each other.
“I met Bob at a joint where he and his buddies hang out; he likes to show me off. We danced to the juke box, and each of his friends cut in to dance with me. I have felt more hard cocks tonight than in my whole life. If Bob doesn’t behave, I could replace him in a moment.”
Once again she kissed me and asked me to lick her pussy while she would tell me everything that happened. I switched around to 69 position and buried my face in her crotch. The aroma was intoxicating. For a few moments, neither of us could speak.
“I confess, dancing with those young hotties had my knickers wet, but they were all polite, except for pressing their hardness into my belly when they could. The third friend was an attractive black man named Elroy.
“He appears to be their ring leader of sorts; they seem to defer to him generally. As we danced a slow dance, he talked to me in his deep, sonorous voice about how being with a black lover would change my life.
“The sound of his voice set up a resonance in my chest, making my nipples get very hard and my pussy ache. He took my hand and moved it to his crotch; he had unzipped his pants and I could touch his cock. It felt huge, though not yet fully hard.”
“Did you touch it?” I asked, raising my mouth from her pussy. She squeezed my cock.
“Yes, I had to; it was very large and jumped when my hand contacted it. I wanted to get down and suck it, but Bob was watching us and so was the bartender. We would have been thrown out, I imagine.”
Between sentences, she slipped her lips over my cock, and her tongue under my glans. I swear I was nearly hard, to my amazement. More importantly, I was near cumming. A loud moan escaped my lips, warning her that I was close.
“Suddenly, Bob wanted to go home; I think he worried about the competition from Elroy. I gave him my credit card to settle the bill while I went to the ladies’ room.
“As I sat there peeing, someone came in and soon a pair of men’s shoes appeared outside of my cubicle. A male voice spoke my name and told me to hand my panties under the door. Of course I recognized Elroy’s voice. I did it.
“When I unlatched the door. He was standing there with his cock out and my creamy panties at his nose. He stepped into the cubicle. His manhood was very dark and shockingly large, much fatter than you and more than twice as long, I’d say.”
“He was sniffing your damp panties?” My cock was now right on the edge; I warned Kate that I was near cumming. She took her mouth off me.
“Mmmhmm, they were more than damp, they were sopping with my juices. I reached up and took him in my hand. His cock was very hot, and it was throbbing; it grew as I was holding it.
“He stepped closer, and I touched the tip with my tongue. His head was too big for my little mouth. He reached between my legs and slid his finger over my clit and into my pussy; I came with a gush of fluid.
“He said if I would ditch Bob, he would rock my world. Of course, I wouldn’t do that, so he put his contact info in my phone and told me to call him soon. Then he somehow tucked his instrument of pleasure into his pants and left the bathroom.
“What do you think, should I call him? Should I become his black cock whore? He might make me get a spade tattoo and let his friends fuck me. Can you imagine me pulling a train of BBCs? Maybe sucking two or three big black cocks, letting them cum on my tits and face.”
That did it; it was too much for me. Fortunately she sensed my impending ejaculation and got her lips over my cock head in time to swallow my load. It was a humdinger of an orgasm, but she caught it all.
Then she gave me a cummy kiss and said, “I’ll tell you about Bob and me another time. Let’s get some sleep.” It was 2 am, while lying beside her, I noticed a large red mark on her breast.
“Yes, Bob marked me, he bit my breast to show his ownership, whether to you or Elroy, I don’t know; maybe both of you.” She smiled sleepily, enjoying the memory.
I went to sleep a little disappointed that I had not fucked her. Her story had made me harder than I have been in many months.
