My Wife Takes a Young Lover...

"I'm going to take a lover."

My wife said simply, as we sat in bed reading, as we did each and every night.

"Sorry, what do you just say?" I responded with just a little sharpness to my tone, as I set my book down.

"I've decided I'm going to take a lover."

"Sorry...since when...what...I mean...what on earth do you actually mean, take a lover?" I asked as I looked her squarely in the eye.

"Quite simply that." She said staring back at me, before continuing, "I have been presented with an opportunity and I have decided to take it and see where it leads me...and us."

"Sorry, presented with an opportunity, see where it leads you?" I said incredulously, "WE are still married you know, husband and wife, till death us do part, let no man tear asunder and all that bollocks. Who said you can make such a decision on your own for fucks sake. And...and...what fucking opportunity, what does that even mean? And what about me, do I get to take a lover." I said waiving my air quotes around for that last part.

My wife just glared at me as she said, "What about me" in a very whiny voice, replicating my air quote movement, before she continued,

"It's not about you, or mostly even us, or the kids, or our parents, it's about me for once, it's about something for me, something I am discovering that I may want. Someone, a much younger man, has shown an interest in me, sexually. He has told me outright that he wants me, he desires me, he fancies me and wants to be physically intimate with me. And I have thought long and hard about it and I am finding that I like the idea of that. I like it very much."

Jane looked at me as she said this before holding her hand up to stop me from jumping in. She then continued,

"I am 52 years of age, he is 28, he is tall, athletic, well built, clean, polite, well spoken, intelligent and extremely attractive but most of all, above all these attributes, he wants me. He wants to have sex with me, be intimate with me, fuck me, make love to me. ME, Steve not someone his own age but me."

Jane was glowering at me now, as she said, "You don't need to worry, I won't be leaving you for him, he will just be helping me...and hopefully us, re-discover our sex life. Think of it as taking the car to the garage for a service, to improve it's overall performance. It's a job you cannot do, so we take the car to someone who can. Well in this case, I am the car."

At this point I was almost speechless. She carried on, "I have no interest in having an affair with him, or becoming overly emotionally attached to him, he is after all our children's age. He will simply be used to give me pleasure, hopefully a level of pleasure I am not used to and have not had for a while. You and me though will continue as normal in our everyday, loving married life, I really don't see what the problem is."

Jane looked at me questioningly then and seemed to be waiting for a reply. I was struggling to come up with anything to say for a while and she waited patiently but expectantly.

"Soooooo, you seem quite determined about this...and as if your mind is already made up, but seriously Jane, this is not us, we are not those kind of people, are we?" It was a rhetorical question.

"We are happily married, have been for thirty years nearly, have three kids, two houses, a dog for gods sake. You...you...your bits..." I tailed off.

"My bits barely work and are as dry as the Gobi dessert. Yes you are right, you WERE right. It's amazing though what being paid attention to can do, how a new attraction and feeling desired can loosen and moisten one's bits up." Jane had finished my sentence with a wry smile.

"And yes Steve, I have made my mind up and I would hope after our nearly thirty years of marriage you would support me in trying to get us to over 50 years. I would hope you would embrace the joy this opportunity could give to me and therefore you. So please, support me in this and now let's get some sleep."

With that Jane put her kindle down with bang and, switched off her light and turned her back to me.

The following day ran to our usual weekday schedules, me up and out at the crack of dawn, a gentle kiss on my wife's forehead as I slipped out the room to head off for work. I had barely slept, I still had steam escaping my ears as I began the half hour drive in to the office.

As was my way in life, I worked dutifully as usual, just as I had always been a dutiful and hard working husband and father. Mr reliable and all round good guy, a safe pair of hands. My mind was in turmoil though, running through what little had been said to me last night, whilst rying to fully realise the far reaching implications of it all.

At home, again it was business as usual as we got dinner ready before heading out to play pickleball together. Quick shower, eat and then reading in bed once more. All perfectly polite and civil with no mention of the previous evenings conversation.

Jane broke the silence by asking, "So I take it we are all good, you are happy for me to embrace my opportunity fully?"

I lowered my kindle and looked her in the eye, for possibly the first time all evening, as I replied, "You are kidding aren't you?"

"I am not Steve, I am taking a lover and you will need to deal with it and I'll show you why."

With that, Jane took my hand and pushed it under the covers and between her legs. Her pussy was wet, soaking wet.

I really didn't know what to do as she held my hand there, a stickiness on her inner thighs with her slightly open lips, slick with her juices. Thankfully she once more broke the silence.

"He covered my hand with his in the canteen today, that is all, that is also the most physical contact we have had so far and I have been, quite literally, dripping ever since. As you rightly pointed out yesterday my fanny has been unusable for so long now..."

I quietened her by kissing her fully as my fingers began to explore her moist lips. My cock instantly hardening as she moaned softly into my mouth.

"Maybe you don't actually need a physical lover," I whispered between kisses, "maybe you just need to think and talk about having one."

Jane was guiding my hand to exactly where she wanted it, where she needed it to be. It had been a while now since we had been this intimate together, what with our various issues.

"I think...I think I do though Steve." She said, pushing her hips up to meet my probing fingers.

My hard cock was now nuzzling against her outer thigh as we kissed more passionately and urgently than we had in 12 months or more.

"I am not sure it would really be the answer." I said, as I nuzzled into her neck. I could not remember my wife being this wet and this turned on for a long, long time.

I slipped my fingers from her and moved my hand up to one of her nipples. It was as hard as a bullet. I coated it in her juices before taking it into my mouth. At the same time I swung a leg over one of hers and used it it to push her legs apart to allow me to get in between them.

I pushed myself up on my arms to look down at this amazing woman who I still found as attractive as the day we first met, over 30 years ago now.

"No Steve, not yet, please..." she said looking at me with pleading eyes, "more of what you were doing, please...please Steve."

It was too late, I was already lined up with her hot, wet hole. It had been over a year since I had last felt she was ready to take me inside of her. I slipped easily in, up to the hilt, pushing as far and as as hard inside her as I could.

"Oh god Steve, that feels good, that actually feels so fucking good." Jane said as she pulled on my arse cheeks, bringing me further into her. I pulled back out and as I thrust back in I felt the unmistakable feeling and I simply could not stop it.

As each stream of cum burst forth from me an equal amount of shame took over my being. Every second of joy that my orgasm bought forth was quickly replaced by an overwhelming opposing feeling of sadness and disgust in myself.

The relief of emptying my sack directly into my wife's open, willing and moist cunt was instantly replaced by a feeling of inadequacy and uselessness. Even before I had finished splashing my useless seed into her, I wanted the bed to open up and swallow me whole.

I began to roll off Jane but she held me firmly in place as she said, "Look at me Steve, just stay there and look at me."

"I'm sorry Jane. I'm so sorry..." I began to mumble.

"Just stop." She said sternly. "This is why I need this Steve, this is why I need a man to give me more than this. A man who can get me wet enough to fuck me, with the mere thought of what he will do to me and not make my cunt shrivel at the thought of a two second fuck with no pleasure at the end for me. Do you understand that Steve?"

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't, it's been that long Jane..."

"It's been that long because every time, every single fucking time I was stupid enough to let you inside of me, this would happen and my fanny obviously had enough and so decided to shut up shop. This man, this one man has shown me that it can be open for business and I want some fucking business going on down there."

I again tried to roll off her, to look away, to disappear in my shame but she held me fast.

"One touch from him and he opened me up for you, so can you see how this will help us both, help OUR love life and possibly save our bloody marriage Steve. Yes I will reap most of the benefits but I will be able to bring some of those benefits back to you and we can learn from them...together. So I will let this man take me, however he wants and you will allow me this. OK?"

Jane glared at me expectantly until I replied, "Yes, ok, if it's what you want."

She released her grip on me and I slid off her, turning my back to her, my mind awash with thoughts and feelings. I guess I must have been tired from my lack of sleep the previous night because I could feel my eyes getting heavy and starting to close.

I was shaken from falling into a deeper sleep by slight movements behind me and quiet noises. I lay dead still as I gathered myself, before realising that my wife was masturbating in the bed next to me.

I could sense the rhythmic gentle movements of her hand between her legs and hear the wetness of her pussy as her fingers found their way in and out of her. My cock began to twitch back to life.

This was something she had never done before. It was something we had never done before as a couple. We both masturbated and we both knew the other did too. We had, a long time ago, in the early days, wanked in front of each other on very rare occasions but not for a very long time now. We had never wanked ourselves off in the bed next to one another, or certainly not as far as I knew.

Jane was letting out little whimpers now as she fucked herself with her fingers. The sounds of her wetness getting louder too. My cock was now fully hard and I slowly slid my hand down to touch the still exposed and slimy tip. Rolling my foreskin slowly back and forth over it.

I risked a glance over my shoulder, Jane's eyes were closed and she looked to be lost in the moment. Her legs were up and bent at the knee, one hand buried between them, her other was pulling at one of her nipples. It was such a horny sight, one I had not seen in a very long time.

My cock was now fully hard as I played slowly and carefully with it, trying not to alert Jane to my activity. I did not want to stop her from reaching her well deserved climax whilst also not wanting the shame of her knowing what I was doing.

Her movements were getting more and more frantic now, the noise from her soaking wet pussy getting louder, along with her gasps. I speeded up the movements on my own cock being unable to stop myself at this point.

"Uuunggghh, fuck, oh fuck...." Jane let out uncontrollably as she bucked her hips up off the bed. I could feel her body shake and spasm next to me as she came, her breathing now heavy and ragged.

As soon as she had calmed a little, she turned her back to me and curled herself up into a small ball. Her breathing slowed and the room fell very quiet and still, just as my cock exploded for a second time.

I tried to stifle any noise I made as I shot my seed into the sheet and mattress at the edge of the bed. Guilt and shame crashing over me as Jane mumbled quietly, "You can change the bedsheets tomorrow then."

The following evening was somewhat strained, Jane was in the bath as I arrived home. Nothing unusual in that and I went in to kiss her and say hello as was my way. She had a lasagne prepared which was cooking, we exchanged our usual bits of chit chat about our days as I sat on the closed toilet next to her.

Then as I rose to go get changed she simply said, "Oh...don't forget the bed needs changing."

I felt my shame and guilt rise back up in me as I left the room to do as I had been told.

We ate quietly in front of the TV and headed off to bed at our usual time. When I left the en-suite Jane was on her side, back to me, kindle in hand.

I snuggled into her a little as I kissed her exposed shoulder. "I love you so much." I whispered into her sweet smelling hair.

Jane put her kindle down and turned to face me, cupping my face as she said, "And I love you so much too, thank you for sorting the bed." We kissed, soft and gentle, perfunctory rather than passionate.

Jane then looked me in the eye as she said, "He kissed me today."

"What...where...I mean people at your work know me Jane." I stuttered.

She kissed me again, slightly more intense this time.

"We left for lunch, separate cars, met in an underground car park, in his car...and he kissed me Steve." As my mind created an image of someone, a man kissing my wife I felt my cock suddenly, inexplicably, begin to harden.

"Hold me." Jane said, positioning herself so I could slide my arm under her and her face could lay on my chest.

She held me close with her free arm, across my lower chest as she continued,

"It felt so wrong, meeting him there, so dangerous and so naughty. I've never done anything like that before. But it was so hot Steven, my pussy was on fire before I even got into his car."

"I don't really know what you want...or expect me to..." I began.

"I don't really expect you to say anything, I am simply letting you know the effect this is having on me. I literally felt like I had pee'd myself Steve, my pussy was so wet and that was before he pulled me in for a kiss."

Again I could feel cock hardening and stretching out over my abdomen. I couldn't understand why and hoped to god Jane didn't notice. I tried holding her arm in position higher up against my chest.

"We kissed like teenage lovers as his hands wandered over my fully clothed body, I haven't felt that sexually charged in twenty years. And then he moved my hand on to the hard bulge in his trousers. He was so fucking hard Steve and that was for me, all for me, the boring housewife over twenty years his senior."

For some reason that last sentence made my hard cock physically jump. Jane could not help but notice. She forced her arm from my grasp and reached for my now fully hard cock.

Jane turned her head to look up at me as she said, "This turns you on, this is actually turning you on Steve."

Jane stroked me slowly as I stumbled out, "No...don't be daft Jane...it's just you, having you here, so close..."

"You haven't got this hard, this fast in years Steven.

"I...I don't know...I can't explain...I don't get why...what's happening here..." I muttered as Jane pulled my foreskin fully back on my hard cock before starting to tease the tip.

"I did this to him Steve, in the car park, I took his rock hard cock out of his trousers and wanked him." "You best, you need to stop or..." I said pushing her hand away before the inevitable happened.

"OK, that's good, have a second to calm down, this is what we need to do Steve, this is how we get our sex life back, there's no rush."

I could already feel my hard on disappearing along with my interest in continuing with this at all. I tried to move away but Jane held me tight.

"I'm going to help you through this Steve, we are going to get through this together, I promise you." As she said this, she took my hand and lifted her one leg away from here, bent at the knee.

Jane placed my hand on her pubic area, it was totally smooth shaven, she had always had a small bush of hair down there. "You've got no...you've shaven." I said.

"Yes that's how he, Rob, his name is Rob, likes it, I did it tonight in the bath, after he'd discovered my hairy mound earlier, in the car."

Jane moved my hand further down and used her fingers to push my own inside of her. Jane was wet down there, very wet.

"Make me cum Steve, use your fingers to make me cum, like Rob did today in the car." Jane purred.

My cock was hard once more, I genuinely couldn't say if it was her words, her newly shaven pussy or her wetness that was turning me on so much right now.

Jane reached for my cock once more as I spluttered, "He...he made you cum, in the car park, where anyone could see."

Three of my fingers were now probing her well oiled pussy, my thumb searching out her clit. It was rock hard.

"Oh god yes...yes Steve, that's good, just like Rob did today, oh fuck yes...don't stop..."

Jane was wanking me hard now and before I knew it I was cumming.

"I'm sorry...I'm..." I began.

"Shhh, just cum for me Steve, that's it, cum for your wife, just don't stop with that magic hand."

It had been a while since Jane had wanked me and made me cum like that and as short as it lasted, it felt magical. My hot cream coating her fingers, as her hand gripped me tightly.

As soon as I had finished pumping my seed out I pushed deeper into her pussy and harder onto her nub. I moved our position slightly so I could take her hard nipple into my mouth and lightly bite into it.

"Ooooohhhh fuck yes, yes Steve, yes..." Jane thrashed about beneath me but I did not stop as her orgasm took over her being.

Jane pushed my hand away as she became too sensitive down there and I moved away slightly as she came down from her high.

"Thank you, I needed that, I have been so fucking horny all day." Jane said sleepily as she turned back over to sleep, "I am meeting him Saturday while you're at the match with Charlie. Good night my darling."

Friday, the next day was totally normal, we were totally normal with one another, whilst together. Maybe a slight frisson of flirtiness hung in the air and between us, which felt good.

Once in bed I leaned over to kiss Jane, as I always did, but lingered a little longer than usual, bringing my hand up to cup her beautiful breast.

"Not tonight sorry Steve, I need sleep, I love you darling. Good night." Jane mumbled quietly.

My cock was hard, I had been thinking about what might happen as I got ready in the bathroom and the faintest touch of her skin had pushed my erection on.

My mind was racing, as it had been all day about what my wife had planned for tomorrow and if I was simply going to allow it to happen. My cock seemed to grow some more as various scenarios played out in my mind. I slowly reached out to touch it.

Jane was now breathing slow and steady, with the occasional small snuffle which told me she was fast asleep.

All day at work I had found myself thinking and wondering about her afternoon with her young lover. My emotions ranging from shame, guilt, jealousy, defiance and anger and then moving on to curiosity and some pride in my wife. The fact that I was more often than not getting hard was the hardest to try and fathom.

Thinking of what had happened so far, between them and then between us, did indeed seem to turn me on. Then I would think ahead to her entire afternoon, imagining them together, what they would do, what he would be doing to my wife. It seemed to turn me on even more.