We have been married for almost 25 years. Pam is 48 and I am 51. We have 3 children who aren’t around much due to higher education and having set up their own pads. We have retained our large house as are too emotionally connected to sell. Our sex life became stale and effectively non-existent a couple of years ago.
We discussed this and didn’t wish to split up and that was mainly for the kids sake. We agreed to virtually be separated but both remain living in the house. We both agreed that we wouldn’t stand in the way of extra marital fun as long as it was somewhat one-off in nature and discreet. It was my wife that said” who knows it may spark the love we once had for each other”.
As I started to wind down my career, Pam undertook more work for a charity, albeit a large one with many full time employees. She made a small number of close friends at work, of various ages, but she talked about two guys in particular whom she would help deliver services in the wider community, and both were about our age.
I met Frank a number of times as he would often drop Pam off, from work and the odd evening social. He was shorter than me, but stockier and clearly work kept him quite fit. I suspected something may have been brewing between the two, but was surprised one night when they came back quite late and Pam had clearly had a few drinks. There was quite a lot of noise as they came in, Pam popped her head in to the study where I was watching TV and just smiled and said she was home.
I heard them going up the stairs and along the landing to Pam’s room (Pam has taken one of the children’s bedrooms now). Our house is old, so the bedrooms are rather large. Each have a sofa and table which our kids used to be able to take their friends to and watch TV etc. Pam’s bedroom is above the kitchen, so being somewhat interested in what was going on, I went and sat in the kitchen with my paper. The noise insulation is not great in our house, and while I couldn’t make out what they were discussing, they were clearly in deep conversation about something which caused them to burst in to laughter every now and then.
After a while everything went quiet and I assumed they might have passed out. About 15 minutes later I heard Pam let out some low gasps and this was soon followed by a feint rhythmic squeaking of the bed. The rhythm started to speed up and I could hear Pam now gasping more frequently. It was clear she was being fucked and I was absolutely shocked, but also immensely turned on. The noise continued for some time, longer than I was used to, and then I heard both grunt loudly a couple of times.
I was absolutely rock hard but didn’t know how to react, as this should not have come as a surprise. A short while later a muted conversation started upstairs, then I heard footsteps coming long the landing and down the stairs. I knew they were Pam’s as could easily recognise the sound of her movements, but I was stumped as to what I might say.
She burst in to the kitchen not expecting me to be there. Her red/brown shoulder length hair was ruffled, her mascara and eye make-up a little smudged, and her cheeks were quite red. She was wearing her light dressing gown, which was tightly belted. The result was this emphasised her bouncing, milky boobs, but more particularly her nipples were standing erect. Pam is 5’4”, has put on a little weight over the years, but still has a nice figure and has developed large DD cup breasts in the process. She was surprised to see me, but just asked if I wanted a coffee! I declined and cheekily said “are you having a good time !”. She stopped, looked round at me, stared directly at me and said “better than you could imagine”.
I went to my room, excited but slightly deflated. I woke up early as is my habit, and whilst having my early morning coffee, the noises started again and I could clearly hear Pam being fucked again. They both came down the stairs together about an hour later and left without saying anything. I went up to the room which still smelt of sex and pulled back the duvet. Sure enough the sheets were a bit of a mess, with large semen stains in the middle of the bed. There were no signs of condoms, so I assumed Frank had cum in Pam, but there was a bottle of lube.
When Pam returned I raised the issue of Frank staying over, and she promised she would be discreet, but that she was likely to ask him again. This has happened on a regular basis, usually on a Friday or Saturday night. I speak to Frank, there is no awkwardness, but I still get turned on hearing them fuck.
At the end of one early morning session, I did see Frank come out of the bedroom heading along the landing to the family bathroom totally nude. Of course, I was drawn to his cock which was long, thick and glistened either from Pam’s juices or the lube. It was however clear why Pam needed the lube, and I am sure Frank’s display was more than an accident of timing.
I have not seen them at it, but may ask Pam when I feel the time is right. I had mentioned I had heard them fucking and Pam asked if it was a problem. I openly told her it wasn’t and indeed it was quite erotic.
She looked at me for a while, the she smiled, lightly cupped my balls and said “why don’t you bring someone back so I can hear you fuck her until she is sore like Frank makes me”. Pam has since admitted she loves Frank’s larger cock, his amount of cum and staying power, but that his oral skills need a lot of work, so I think I’ll mark that down as a small victory!
We haven’t fucked for months now and I surely would like to, especially after Frank. Who know if I will get the opportunity but we are getting on better.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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