It Is Not Too Late

It Is Not Too Late

My wife, Mary, is three years younger than I am and we have been married for forty-six years this year. She was eighteen and virgin when we met. She remained virgin until our wedding night a year later. Her parents kept a close eye on her but, if she had been willing, I am sure we could have found a way to have sex before we were married. Her strong will kept me out of her pants and it should have been a warning, to me, for the future.

You have probably started doing the math, in your head, and realized that Mary is 65 and I am three years older at 68. Yes, we are senior citizens and have both retired this year, and Yes, this story should be posted here.

When Mary was young, she had a great figure. She wore a B-cup bra and had a backside as nice as any young girl of today. I was always proud of her and it excited me when I saw my friends looking at her that way. The sexual revolution had not yet begun in the little town we grew up in, so we were virgins when we married and monogamous after we were married. I worked at the local factory and Mary kept our home and raised two children.

When we were young sex always carried the possibility of pregnancy with it. The "Pill" was invented in 1960 but the Supreme Court had to repeal an old law, in 1965, that criminalized all forms of birth control, before the "Pill" could be effectively marketed. Mary went on the Pill in 1969 after she had given me two children. Before that we used condoms, rubbers as they were called then, and a form of the rhythm method which amounted to basically taking our chances. Unlike youths of today, we did not have a lot of information on the female cycle and birth control so we relied on what other people told us. My first daughter is proof that this method did not work.

I loved to see Mary nude and for that matter I still do. In 1965 the instant (Polaroid type) of camera was introduced. They cost about twenty dollars at the time, but that was four to five hours of work. Plus, the film was almost five dollars for a pack of ten photos.

Even though it was expensive, I bought a camera that year with the intention of photographing my wife, nude, in all her glory. Fourteen months later she finally gave in and allowed me to take some pictures of her that by today's standards were quite tame. Most were pictures of her in her bra and panties and I could have seen that much in the Montgomery Ward catalog but my favorite was a picture of her laying on the bed in her panties with her arms covering her breasts. Even though nothing showed except a little bit of the tops and sides of her breasts it was hot because you could clearly see that her breasts were bare. The night she posed for those pictures is the night we conceived our second child.

I've already mentioned that it excited me when I noticed my friends looking at my wife in a sexual way. I remember growing up and hearing a story about a group of swingers that had formed a "Key Club" in a small town near where we grew up. I never had any proof and most likely it was the product of hormones and wishful thinking. A Key Club, in case you're wondering, is a club of likeminded couples, where the men deposit their keys in a bowl at the beginning of the evening and then, near the end of the evening, the wives reach into the bowl, without looking, and draw a set of keys out when it is time to go home. Then they would go home with the owner of those keys. I seem to remember that they went to the lady's home so that she would be more comfortable. I had thoughts, which I wisely kept to myself, of joining a key club or in some way becoming a swinger.

I did sneak a couple of the photographs to work and showed them to my best friend. He got so excited that he asked to borrow the camera and a couple days later he brought me a picture of his wife stepping out of the shower, totally nude. I know we both masturbated to the photographs of the wives and we both enjoyed knowing that we had seen the other women nude.

It was during this time that I realized that I wanted other men to see my wife and I wanted to see them seeing her. I had no real desire to be with another woman but I am a normal male and if the opportunity to have sex and it not be cheating, presented itself, I would have jumped at the chance to have sex with another woman. Truth is, I wanted to see my wife being fucked by another man. So, one evening after Mary and I had finished having sex and were laying together cuddling, I told her what I wanted. I told her I wanted to see her having sex with someone else.

I think she had what is called a conniption, the dictionary is use defines a conniption as a violent fit of anger, panic or fear. That's what she had; She really blew her stack. She yelled at me for the first time in our marriage and accused me of being perverted and weird. She then began crying and went into the guest room to sleep. I thought she had over-reacted but I sure didn't want to go through that again so I tried to forget about my fantasy.

Of course, the fantasy was still there and I soon learned that certain men's magazines had regular stories about men who enjoyed seeing their mates with other men. I purchased those magazines as soon as they hit the shelves but I always hid them from Mary. That worked fine until one day, about six months later, when I heard Mary scream after finding my stash in the back of the closet. This time it wasn't quite as bad, she was angry that I hid the magazines from her and lectured me on my behavior but she had cooled down by nightfall and gave me a blowjob. OK, not to completion or anything, but she did put my cock into her mouth and that was a rare thing in those days.

I guess it was her way of making up for screaming. A few days later she tentatively asked me why I liked "those" stories so much and I told her that they fueled my fantasy of seeing her with another man. She didn't get mad and we had a fairly long talk as she tried to understand why I would want her to do this and I tried to understand why she wouldn't.

Even though she firmly refused to indulge my fantasy she suggested that I keep my magazines in my nightstand so the kids don't accidentally find them. That spring we were on a picnic at the local city park when a thunderstorm suddenly drenched us. We were a long way from the shelter and Mary was completely soaked by time we found cover. Her white blouse and white bra became nearly transparent from the rainwater. She whispered into my ear that the four guys sharing our shelter, were getting quite an eyeful. She pretended not to notice her condition for a couple of minutes before turning away from her audience and covering herself.

That night sex was especially good. My wife was really hot and when I asked her if she was thinking about the guys who saw her breasts today, she said "Yes, yes they saw me!" and then came harder than I had ever seen her cum.

OK, I know you want me to get to the story so we'll fast forward. Over the years there were a few more attempts, by Mary, at exhibitionism. All pretty mild but fun none the less. My wife still refused to even talk about a threesome.

There is a saying that a hardon, when you're over fifty, should not be ignored. That is even more true as you get older. About the time I turned fifty-five our sex life began to drop off. Not for lack of wanting but because I could no longer get hard. Mary seemed to want sex often but I could only get it up about once a month, if she sucked me first, and then it was only about half hard. Like most people we basically gave up after a few years of trying.

When I retired earlier this year, I quickly became bored, so I took a computer class at the local senior citizens center. I bought a computer and was soon reading stories about men who shared their wives for several hours each day. I felt a wonderful stirring in my loins and quickly went to find Mary.

Mary takes the story from here.

I was more than surprised when my husband, Jim, came up behind me, put his arms around me and began kissing my neck. He hadn't been that amorous for years and as his hands were all over my breasts. Better yet I could feel his hard cock bumping against my leg. Jim pulled me into the bedroom and practically ripped my blouse off. I didn't have my bra on because I enjoy that freedom around the house. He pushed my slacks and panties down and pulled me down onto the bed.

Jim had not touched me in years because when he tried playing with me, he would get excited but would be unable to get hard enough to satisfy me or himself. This caused him great frustration. His Erectile Disfunction started some thirteen years ago. At first it was just that he could no longer get fully hard. He called it "Limber Timber". I had to work harder to get him mostly hard, but at least it worked. However, it quickly became worse and soon it took all of our effort for him to get hard enough to penetrate me. He would have to be so close to his orgasm that when he entered me it was over in a few seconds. Neither one of us liked the situation and we soon gave up. Yes, we would have intimate time together for about the next year where I would use my mouth and hands to give him pleasure and he would do the same for me. Let me tell you, it is not a good substitute for real sex. We quickly drifted apart, we still loved each other but we no longer had sex. We were more like good friends and roommates. Before Jim came behind me today, we had not had penetrative sex in eleven or twelve years.

My husband was only wearing his robe so he was quickly completely naked and between my legs. I was certainly not opposed but it happened so quickly that I found myself pushing him away. The lack of foreplay and my age assured me that I was as dry as a desert down there. My husband misunderstood my reluctance and his face looked like he was going to cry. I reached between us and grabbed his cock, giving him a few strokes. He was hard and, in his haste, to put it to good use he had overlooked my needs. I leaned towards my night stand and dug around in the drawer until I found a small tube of lube. It was not twelve years old but it was several years old and I am sure it was past its expiration date.

I was not at all afraid to use it if my husband wanted me. Fortunately, the lube was just fine and I slathered a generous amount between my legs. I gave my husband's very respectful erection a few more strokes and applied a nice coating of lube to his tool.

Jim barely let me get in position and raise my knees a bit before he was pushing his hard cock into me. It had been a while since anything was in there. Well, anything bigger than my finger or my little friend. My little friend was a small penis shaped vibe. After my sex life became nonexistent with Jim, I tried to forget about sex and especially tried not to do anything that would cause Jim to become aroused because I knew it would just end in frustration for the both of us. I bought the little vibe from a friend of mine who had a party selling "Marital Aids". I let my husband think the party was just women's accessories, which I guess it was.

Even with the lube, it hurt when my husband pushed his cock into my body but I gritted my teeth and let my husband use my body. In just a few strokes Jim was deep inside me and between the lube and my being able to relax and let my vagina get used to his size, it began to feel very good. I had not felt anything that good in well over ten years.

I would like to say we made love all night and my husband drove me to so many orgasms with his ten-inch tool, that I lost count. But the reality is that my husband was able to let me reach my peak before he came hard and collapsed on top of me.

Now, I have told you that we have not had sex in over ten years, probably twelve, but that did not mean I had not climaxed. I would try to satisfy my needs by masturbating. I usually would bring one of my romance novels into the bedroom and would read it while I rubbed one out. I, like most women, need to stimulate my labia and clitoris to achieve orgasm but I also need something in my vagina to make my body orgasm, so I would usually push my little friend up inside me and then squeeze my thighs together while I used my fingers to rub myself until I had a climax.

It worked for several years before my husband's erection reminded me how good it feels to have a man inside me.

When we were done and snuggled close, I asked my husband what brought this on. He said he simply got hard and wanted to have me at least one more time. When his erection returned two days later, we had another, similar, encounter. I questioned him harder and he admitted that he became erect while he was reading "His stories". I teased him with mock seriousness, saying that he was thinking about what some other woman had done while he used my body for his relief. The truth is I really didn't care what caused his condition, I was loving it.

My husband looked down and appeared somewhat embarrassed as he admitted that he was picturing me as the woman who was having sex with her husband's friend, when he became hard.

I had reacted with anger when we were much younger but over time, I accepted the fact that he enjoyed reading porn stories. It became an unspoken truce; He would purchase his little books each month and keep them in his night stand. My husband would often read them when he came to bed and then he would usually snuggle up to me wanting sex.

That night, after his second erection, we had a long talk about his stories and what he liked about them. This time there was no anger and I completely understood that it was more than just something he enjoyed. The reason I understood is because I realized that I was using romance novels, that often-described similar acts, to make myself horny so that I could masturbate to a nice climax.

The only difference between my books and his was the way each act was described. My book might describe an act as, ‘She gently pulled the protective cover from his manhood and placed his love staff between her lips. His book would say something like, "She sucked his cock until he came in her mouth." Jim explained that rather than buy a new book each month, he could use his new computer to down load hundreds of sexy stories. I thought that was probably not the best use of a computer costing several hundred-dollars, but I wasn't going to tell him to stop what he was doing.

Somehow, he got me to agree to read some of the stories he liked. He was insistent that I read the story that had caused him to get erect. Our computer was in the guest bedroom / office / junk room / storage room. The next day I called up the site he recommended and found the story he wanted me to read. I was alone because Jim had gone to a meeting and would be gone all day. I had read just a few paragraphs before I decided that I would be much more comfortable if I went to my bedroom and got out of my clothes and returned to the computer room in just my robe. His stories were surprisingly sexy and I found myself reading several. In fact, I read several and used my fingers to have a few very nice climaxes. I lost track of time until I heard the garage door opening signaling that my husband was home. I had been reading porn for over six hours.

I quickly shut everything down and went to greet my husband. He was in a good mood and poured me a large glass of wine. Since I had not eaten breakfast or lunch, the wine hit me quickly on my empty stomach. We ended up sitting together on the couch and when I told him that I had read a couple of his stories, we ended up having an in-depth conversation about men who share their wives. Hubby ordered a pizza for our dinner and kept my wine glass full. Somehow our clothes had disappeared and I found myself kneeling over his very flexible love staff. On a whim, I asked him who he would like to see pleasuring me.

My husband was instantly hard and for the first time in our marriage, I voluntarily let him release in my mouth. He had been too slow to warn me, many years ago, so I had immediately run to the bathroom and spit. I let him know my displeasure and did not let him near my mouth for a couple years. This time when he warned me that he was about to cum I just sucked harder and swallowed. It was nothing special and I wondered why I had made such a big deal about it. It was totally worth it to see how much pleasure, my husband received when I did it.

So.....I went from no sex life and getting by without it, to reading porn all day and accepting the fact that my husband wanted to share me with another man, in just a few days. Now, I had no intention of being shared but I was more than willing to talk about it if my husband could be able to satisfy me sexually for a few more years.

The next few months brought mixed results. Occasionally he would get hard from reading a story and sometimes I could get him hard by talking about being shared but he seemed to not respond favorably very often. One night after I had prepared one of his favorite meals, I began talking about being shared while we were enjoying our meal. I straight out asked him who he would like to see me with. Jim told me that it would depend on the situation.

This brought on a long discussion about the lifestyle. I had only been interested in and reading about the lifestyle for a few weeks. My husband, on the other hand, was a veritable storehouse of information. I learned that there were more ways to enjoy the lifestyle than I could count. There was same room, separate room, exhibitionism, dating, cuckolding and countless others. There was full swap, soft swap and everything in between. There were friends, co-workers, extended family, neighbors, strangers and people who happened to be at the same party or in the same bar as you were in. It was more than I could digest in a few minutes so I told my husband I could not make a decision quickly. Jim suggested that I try to eliminate the choices I absolutely was not interested in.

Two days later, my husband asked me, again at the dinner table, what I had decided. I told him honestly that I had made a few decisions but that I was still miles away from a clear picture of what I might be willing to try. He asked what decisions I had made and I quickly told him that I did not want to go on a Date and if we ever did decide to do something, I did not want to do it in separate rooms because my sole reason for doing this was to help him achieve an erection. I may have stretched the truth a bit on that count because the concept was so taboo that it was beginning to excite me as well.

I eliminated picking up someone in a bar and because we attended very few parties those choices were also out. Besides the parties we attended were also attended by our closest friends and I surely did not want them knowing anything about our sex life. Co-workers were out since we were retired. Jim suggested a guy he used to work with but I was not attracted to him, even a little, so he was a firm, No. I also was still ambivalent about really doing something with another man.

I also had determined that I was not fond of the idea of my husband being intimate with another woman. I wanted him to be able to achieve an erection but I really wanted him to share it with me and not a stranger. I knew that at our age and after being married for over forty years at that time, it was unlikely that my husband would fall for another woman but like I said, I wanted him to be able to have sex with me. I carefully explained my concerns to my husband and I was totally surprised when he told me that he had no desire to be with another woman. He suggested that we find a single man for me to have sex with me.

I suggested that he not get his hopes up and that he remembers that I had not agreed to do this because I was not sure I was willing to "Go all the way" with anyone. The last time I was trying to decide if I wanted to "go all the way" was a few months before I met Jim. That time I hesitated too long and my boyfriend broke up with me. I wasn't worried about Jim leaving me; He had stuck it out for over forty years of my refusal. Now, at least I was considering doing it. Over a period of a couple weeks we narrowed my choices down to a single guy that we knew but who was also not a member of our close inner circle of friends. I did not want the man we chose to know where we lived so we would get a hotel room if and when we found someone to be my first extra marital love.

My husband and I tried to think of who we could ask to join us. I had made it clear to my husband that I would not be the one asking the man we chose to have sex with me. We tabled the idea and we agreed that we would keep trying to think of someone.

A week later Jim came to me all excited. He told me he had found the perfect man for our adventure. After much fanfare he gave me his suggestion, our neighbor, Bob. Bob was an old guy who lived directly behind us. He must have been in his early seventies, but he was a handsome man and had kept himself in good shape. Bob had lost his wife to cancer almost a year ago. His wife had been a good neighbor and we often talked over the fence and on hot days we often would retire to one of our houses for a glass of iced tea. We were friendly but never became best friends over the years.

My initial reaction was to tell my husband, "No way in hell". I argued that he knew us too well, he was within our inner circle of friends or at least very close to being in our inner circle of friends. He was older than we were and he lived directly behind us.

My brain-dead husband looked confused by my statements, so I explained it to him. Bob was our neighbor and if this went badly, we both would be reminded of it every time we met in the back yard. If things went well, he would be under foot every time we opened the back door. Besides, I liked him and didn't want it to be weird when we got together for neighborhood social events.

Jim argued that he was perfect because he was single, lonely, easily available and felt he could be trusted not to kiss and tell. I stood my ground until my husband offered a compromise. Because I had reservations about going all the way, Jim suggested that we invite him for dinner and see if he was interested. My husband suggested that I just let Bob see my body or maybe make out with him for a while. Then, he said, if Bob seemed interested, we could go further the next time he visited.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to go further but I did feel that a little exposure or a little kiss could be easily explained or forgiven. I prepared a nice meal of spaghetti and meatballs that could be served with a nice wine. A little alcohol would lower all of our inhibitions and provide me with an excuse if Bob rejected my advances.

My husband had gone next door earlier that afternoon and invited Bob to dinner. He arrived promptly at 7:00 PM, bringing his own choice of wine. That was good because there would be even lower inhibitions for all involved. I chose to wear a fairly short skirt with a top that was cut low to show a lot of cleavage. It was a little dressy for being at home but I wanted Bob to notice me.

My husband claims that he did not clue Bob in on our plans in any way but Bob was putty in my hands. Our normal conversation about our gardens and the current pests that were attacking them never came up. Bob paid very close attention to every word I said. I am sure the fact that he could see a good portion of my breasts, every time I leaned forward, helped. I made sure to lean forward often and leaned across him to fill his wine glass many times before dinner was over. We retired to the living room and Jim put on some slow dance music. When my husband set down, I asked Bob if he would dance with me. Bob was a very good dancer and we danced several songs together. I could tell he was hard in his pants so I knew more enjoyment was possible.

I was enjoying the flirting and the attention I was receiving from this man who was not my husband, however, I was not able to bring myself to do more and I think that even though Bob was getting excited, he was afraid to take things any further. When Bob got up to use the restroom, I quickly told Jim to leave and go to the neighborhood liquor store for another bottle of wine. I wanted a bit of privacy when I first kissed Bob. I quickly went into our master bedroom and removed all of my clothes and just put on a sheer, silky robe. If I was going to do this, I wanted to remove all doubt for Bob.

My husband was just walking out the door when Bob came back into the room. Jim told us to continue dancing while he went for another bottle of wine. I silently thanked my husband because he made what I was about to do much easier and if Bob objected, it would appear that I may have had too much wine. Another slow song came on and I put my arms around Bob's neck. As we danced, I was now able to rub my braless breasts over Bobs chest. I felt really slutty teasing Bob like I was, but it was exciting. Bob let his hands wander down to my back side, as we danced, since he was no longer concerned that my husband would be offended. When the next song started, I kissed him for the first time. He seemed a bit stand offish at first but quickly began returning my kisses. The kiss I gave him was not a neighborly kiss or a peck on the cheek. It was also not a deeply passionate kiss but I hoped it accurately conveyed the message to him that I was available. I was off the charts enjoying what I was doing but the concern about how far I would take this was beginning to creep into my mind. I could enjoy fooling around with my neighbor but I was not sure I could allow him to become a lover.

We began an intense vertical make out session. Bobs hands were all over the outside of my robe as he kissed me hungrily. His strong hands massaged the sides of my breasts and the sheer robe offered no protection. Bob knew exactly how big my breasts were and exactly what they felt like in his hands. He lifted the back side of my robe to touch my bare bottom. My husband had come back and was standing at the door to the living room, behind Bob, with a bottle of wine. I later learned he remembered that he had a few bottles stored in the garage. When Bob lifted my robe and touched my bottom, everything changed. Up to this point what I had done was very naughty, from here on out it was sexual.

With my husband watching, I broke our kiss and our embrace long enough to untie the belt of my robe. I opened the robe wide and displayed my body for his pleasure. Bob looked like he was about to drool but remained somewhat of a gentleman and reminded me that we should not be doing what we were doing because I was married. I guess it was the incredible sexual high that I was experiencing because I looked him right in the eyes and told him that the reason, we had invited him to dinner tonight was to see if he was interested in what I was offering. The words had slipped out of my mouth and even as I said those words, I could not believe I was saying them to my neighbor. I have never been sexually adventurous but in the last fifteen minutes I had teased and kissed a new man and now I was standing in front of him, holding my robe open, telling him he could have me.

I could see my husband just over Bob's shoulder and knew that he could see and hear what Bob was seeing and hearing. As they say, the look on his face was priceless, when I stepped back and opened my robe. I thought Jim was going to pass out. My heart was beating so fast and I was so excited that I began to feel a little dizzy. I had never done anything like this. I felt like I was watching myself from outside my body. The woman acting like a total slut surely could not be me.

My husband must have made some noise because suddenly Bob noticed him and began backing away from me and apologizing. Jim told Bob that it was all good and we should continue. Bob was dubious but my husband assured him that he was not angry as he went to sit in his recliner. Bob looked at me and back to my husband for several seconds, and judging from his facial expressions, I was beginning to think that he might leave. I was simultaneously afraid our fun was ending, thankful that I had kissed him and let him see my body, afraid that he might want to do more, and part of me was wanting him to do more.

We had not really considered what would happen if Bob was receptive to our game. Our efforts revolved around getting another man to be interested in playing, not what would happen if they wanted to play. I didn't want Bob to leave because it would be difficult to restart this at a different time. I had teased him and he seemed very interested so, even though I had made out with him, let him have a good feel of my body and finally let him see my front completely nude. I wanted to be sure Bob would not leave so I went to him and took both of his hands. I gently dragged him to the sofa that sat across from my husband's chair.

I sat him down and then cuddled next to him. My robe was still wide open and for all intents I was naked. Bob kept looking at my husband who was watching intently so I grabbed Bob by his chin and turned his face towards me. I had done that move before when I wanted to make love and my husband was intent on watching a football game. I kissed Bob hard and he was soon returning my kisses. His hands now began to explore my bare breasts and the juncture of my thighs. We continued to make out and while I had initially been reluctant to do anything in front of my husband, I soon forgot about him and the fact that he was watching.

Bob was now more familiar and more comfortable with what we were doing. He was sucking on my breast and had two of his fingers inserted deeply into my love hole. No man had his lips on my nipple or his fingers inside me, besides my husband, in over forty years. In case you're wondering, my gynecologist, is female and she delivered our children. Until now I had been one hundred percent faithful so letting a new man have access to my body was causing me to shake uncontrollably.

I did my share of exploring while Bob was exploring my body and it appeared Bob had a very hard penis inside his pants. I happened to look over at my husband and he had taken his cock out and was stroking it as he watched Bob and I play. Seeing my husband hard reminded me that I started this to get that result but I did not want him to use his hand when I had a vagina that only he had cum in for over forty years.

Not wanting to waste a perfect opportunity I pulled Bob's pants and boxers down to reveal a short but rather thick cock. The best part was that it was a hard, short thick cock. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him and began to play with him. I looked over my shoulder and invited my husband to get behind me and not waste his erection. I put Bob into my mouth and began to give him a slow sensuous blow job. My husband's thrusting served to move me back and forth on Bob's cock. My husband was going to cause our neighbor to cum in my mouth.

I achieved the desired results a short time later and swallowed my second voluntary load of cum. I think Jim wanted me to "Go all the way" but Bob was spent, I had gone much further than I thought I would for my first time and my husband had cum inside me. It was just slightly awkward as we dressed and Bob prepared to go home. As we walked him to the back door, I felt our usual salutations seemed a bit off so I just stayed quiet and gave Bob a good long kiss. My husband thanks Bob for coming and Bob said he had enjoyed our time together and we should do it again sometime soon. We all busted up laughing and Bob went home.