First a huge thank you to “CouldBe AStoryTeller” for all the help in editing.
I had never really been interested in CFNM stories, and yet, lately, I found myself browsing through them to see if any “tripped my trigger”. There are a LOT of stories about BDSM, Domination and hard-core Femdom with pure humiliation of the man…I’m just not really into that. So I thought, hey, I’ll just write my own. This is my first attempt at erotic writing. I have tried to write so that both women and men can enjoy the story, so it does have a relatively slow build, just FYI. This story is mostly true, but I have improvised a little and changed names of those involved.
So a little about us, I am 5’11”, 170 pounds, and I workout at the gym 4 -5 times a week. I am still on the slender side, and my cock is 7″ with average girth. She is 5’6″, 36c and 130 pounds and even though she is now pushing 50, she is still hotter than most women half her age. She tries to workout at the gym, but her health issues pretty well hinder that. But, we both try to keep ourselves in shape for each other.
My wife and I started dating clear back in 1998. Both of us had recently ended our previous relationships when we met. I definitely wasn’t looking for anything serious, but Christy had different plans, and within a very short time, I became infatuated, and soon was head over heels for her. We had many discussions in regards to life goals, traveling, no kids, etc, and we both seemed to be on the same page.
Within a year, we were engaged, and the next year, we were happily married. Our sex life was fantastic, and we had many non-vanilla sexcapades. We even chose Hedonism II for our honeymoon destination. We were not swingers, but we were comfortable with our skin and the skin of others. We were having a great time with no regrets. We did things with other couples like strip poker, naked hot-tub, skinny dipping, had same room sex a couple times, and we were not jealous of each other in the slightest. Our relationship was solid and our sex life was too. On average I would say we had sex 3-4 times a week, including oral (both ways) and teasing, and general playing around non-stop.
We were young, enjoying life with relatively few responsibilities. I made pretty good money as an owner of a small construction company – and Christy was a nurse at a doctor’s office… coincidentally MY doctor’s office. She had been there for many years, and had no problem getting vacation days/time off for our travels. We would take 4-6 weeks a year for fun and relaxing trips… and then the baby bug hit. Even though we discussed not having kids, we now have 2 of them – Of course our sex life slowed down (like most couples with kids and age) but we did the best we could to stay connected. Our boys are 15 and 18 now and it has been a roller coaster ride watching them grow into the young men they are becoming. Life was so good, what could possibly be an issue…
It was about 11 years ago, my wife’s health took a turn… First, she had to have an emergency hysterectomy. No big deal in today’s world. Everything went ok. But, as I recall, it was about that time when our sex life started to really suffer. Now, once upon a time, Christy was very oral and would give me head a couple times a month. Sometimes, she would even give me “road-head” when she was feeling extra frisky. The pleasure I received from her oral became less and less, and soon it was once or twice a year, even though I would ask for it often, the answer was always “no”. I have always been very much into giving her oral pleasure, and love everything about her honey sweet taste,[a][b][c] and the way that she orgasms while I eat her out…. Mmmmm! I have told her a hundred times, I could eat her out EVERYDAY and be a happy man. BUT… she denies me the opportunity to eat her out 99% of the time. She claims everything from, “I haven’t showered since this morning,” or “I’ve been sweating,” or just plain and simply – “YOU’RE NOT GOING THERE”. So, this is another check-mark in the ‘not good for our relationship column’.
As her health issues multiplied, sex between us has also dwindled to once or twice, a month sometimes once every two months. The feeling that we are growing apart is always in the back of my mind. I have tried MANY, many times to talk with her about our sex life. What can I do to make things better? What are you needing? What are you missing? What fantasies do you have that you want to fulfill? I have expressed to her that she is who I want to be with, and that I’m not looking for anyone else, but…We have got to do something about our relationship so we don’t drift apart. So that has led to some hormone therapy and the “hope” that hormones will balance out and she will want to have sex (more/again). I never thought as a 50 year old man that I would be masturbating, but here I am, at least a couple times a month, getting off on reading erotica, or watching some porn by myself.
Over the years, I have never been bashful, I have always been “that guy” that is the first to moon someone, or flash a group at the lake or the river. I have said for years, I want to move to a deserted island and live naked. I love the feel of it, the thrill of it, and I guess the excitement of possibly getting caught. Regularly I used to sunbathe in the nude, and more than once, I have had to race to get dressed because of unexpected guests.
So I guess it was about 2 years, my sister-in-law, Lynn, moved in for a short period of time. Her long-term relationship ended badly and she needed a place to stay for a while to get back on her feet. There has been innocent banter between us for nearly 20 years, and we have always had fun with it. I warned her that if she moved in, I would not change my habit of running around the house nude when the kids were gone. She laughed and said, “ok, whatever,” more or less dismissing my comment. She has definitely seen me naked on more than one occasion during parties, at the pool, in the hot-tub. Nothing has ever happened between us though. She was always conservative and wore clothes even if everyone else was naked.
Several months after moving in (and me being on my best behavior), we were all going to dinner on a Friday night. I was taking a shower in the master bath when the door burst open and she walked right in. She laughs and says, “Don’t mind me, I just need a hair dryer. Besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before anyway.”
Our master shower is a clear glass wall, and the glass was not fogged up. After she left the bathroom, I noticed immediately that my cock stirred, and I had a difficult time losing my erection after she was long gone in the other room. I was a little shocked to say the least.
Christy asked later, “if I enjoyed my unexpected bathroom guest?”
I told her “no,” but she knew better, and we all laughed about it. Pretty sure it was at this point that my exhibitionist side increased and I no longer just considered myself a “closet-nudist”.