This is a variation from the original Silver Anniversary Present story. The start is replicated for completeness, so it works as a stand alone story. The point where it diverges from the original text is highlighted.
There are a lot of stories including my own where the wife’s behaviour is narcissistic or just outrageous. Responding to feedback, this one tries a slightly different approach, what would a more reasonable wife do in an opportunist situation? It is still a work of erotic fiction and it has cheating elements and no BTB, so try not to take it too seriously and read something better if the topic isn’t for you.
Originally blonde, Michelle noticed a few hints of grey beginning, as a result she decided on a trip to her stylist and had it all coloured white along with a sharp bob cut. She looked even more awesome to her husband Harry, both modern and mature at the same time. At 49 years old and 5ft 7 inches, she was hardly ‘model-esque’, but there was just something about her. Maybe it was the confidence, maturity or classic appearance, she usually dressed in fitted pencil skirts and mid height heels which accentuated her still trim figure. She had one outstanding feature, well two in reality, which her loose tops failed to camouflage; over the years the slight weight gain all seemed to land on her breasts. She had always attracted a lot of male attention, but she was adept at deflecting the ‘wannabe Romeos.
Michelle and Harry were nearing their 25th anniversary, a celebration of a long and happy marriage. There was an issue though, Harry had been worried for some time about slowing down sexually. Michelle insisted she was more than happy but it bothered him and the doubts festered in his mind. She rarely instigated sex and didn’t seem to get that much from it. The idea that she wasn’t fully satisfied niggled away at Harry. He thought she might eventually leave him if she met the right man and there were no shortage of would be suitors; he knew his wife was widely admired and respected. It was obvious that he was ‘over thinking’ things; but that realisation did little to calm his obsessing. He had read all the stories about affairs and surprise confessions and vowed he wouldn’t be left in that position.
Harry was desperate to find a gift for Michelle that expressed his love and appreciation of 25 years of happiness. He dreaded to think what his life would have been without her in it. Her bubbly personality and never ending ideas kept their lives interesting and varied and they shared a wide circle of family and friends. They were simply better together, Michelle blended perfectly with Harry’s laid back and quiet nature. Although predictable he narrowed down the gift idea to either an expensive holiday or a diamond eternity ring.
***
Harry was standing talking to Oliver at the neighbourhood BBQ, he was the son of Harry’s old college friend who had said that whilst Oliver was academically clever, returning to college for a Phd, he was extraordinarily shy and socially awkward. Harry had found him a research placement for a semester and offered him their garage annex as a place to stay until he found something better, in return for helping him with house renovations.
Oliver blurted out, “Oh my word, who is that… she is absolutely stunning.”
Harry looked up to see who he was referring to, expecting to see a young woman, only to be greeted with a view of his wife. He was still trying to work out who Oliver was referring to, when he continued.
“She is like my perfect woman, so classy and her figure is absolutely awesome.”
Harry finally realised Oliver was indeed talking about Michelle.
“That would be my wife young man!”
Oliver cringed, once again his social awkwardness betrayed him, “I am really really sorry Harry, I had no idea she was your wife. I am a complete idiot at times… my mouth engages before my brain.”
The heartfelt apology removed some of the irritation Harry felt. There was also a realisation that he had stopped looking at his wife in that lustful way; in some ways he took her for granted.
“It’s ok, you’re right she is pretty awesome. Would you like to meet her, you’re going to be living next to us and working on the house after all?”
Harry made the introduction; Oliver was thankful Harry didn’t mention his earlier comments. Michelle put Oliver at ease, asking about his family, work and his studies, despite her easy manner his face blushed crimson throughout. As Harry moved over to chat to some other friends, Oliver listened as Michelle continued their conversation but he was distracted. Try as he might he was struggling to tear his eyes and concentration away from her breasts, then he was jolted back to reality.
“Are you enjoying the view?”
Oliver was completely embarrassed and started stammering an apology only to be interrupted, “Try and keep your eyes above the neckline, good grief you’ll never get dates ogling every woman you see.”
“I don’t… not every woman I mean. It’s just you, you’re… you’re beautiful … I ermm sorry, I should stop digging shouldn’t I?”
Michelle laughed, “That’s usually best in these situations, but you managed to bail yourself out by saying I was beautiful, no woman ever tires of hearing that.”
Oliver was relieved Michelle took his poor behaviour with both good grace and a cheeky sense of humour; they talked comfortably after that. Although obviously shy, Michelle thought Oliver was a nice young man, quiet but funny and beyond cute. He was also handsome, a bit academic looking with a mass of unruly dark hair. Oliver was just about winning the eye line battle, he’d always had a thing for breasts, real ones and there was absolutely no doubt Michelle’s were real and well just… massive.
***
The following week Oliver started his work placement, at nights he studied and sorted his own meals, he didn’t want to impose on Harry and Michelle any more than he already had. On weekends he was working through a list of renovations at a rapid pace. Michelle was concerned that he didn’t seem to have a social life and insisted he only spend a couple of hours in the morning working, there was no rush for anything after all.
Michelle was on her way out for Saturday brunch with friends but she wasn’t sure if she liked her new vintage sheath dress. As she was leaving she saw Oliver in the garden and without thinking asked him if she looked ok.
“You look fantastic in whatever you wear.”
Then there was silence… Michelle stopped dead and looked at him. Oliver blushed desperately trying to think of something to make his comment seem less abrupt.
It was Michelle’s turn to be embarrassed, she should have never of asked him.
“Well that’s lovely of you to say, thank you. And here’s me thinking you struggled to flirt with women, that was a pretty slick line.”
Oliver was relieved and felt the tension drain away, “Thanks, it’s easy with you, I just tell the truth! With other people my words get messed up, I think of something, wonder if they will like it, try alternatives and by the time anything sensible comes out of my mouth, they are usually long gone.”
“You should stick with the truth and not over think it. Trust yourself, you’re a nice guy.”
Michelle left with a smile on her face, she was now in a surprisingly good mood and more than a little flustered.
***
That night Michelle told Harry about the encounter with Oliver, they were both amazed at these interactions from their young guest.
“Oliver is a nice guy and he clearly likes you, he has been checking you out for a while now.”
“Well he certainly is enamoured by my breasts.”
“Aren’t we all, I can’t blame him for looking, it’s hard not to. Do you like the attention?”
“I know I shouldn’t, but it is kind of flattering.”
“Maybe you should give him a little treat, wear that half cup bra you have, the one that lets your tits sway about.”
“Really you want me to torment a man half my age?”
“It’s just a bit of flirting and fun, he seems like a really shy guy and maybe he deserves a break.”
Michelle was more than dubious, she had worn the bra a few times to please Harry and noticed a lot of guys looking, “I don’t know, it feels inappropriate… but I’ll think about it!”
Michelle was surprised by Harry’s suggestion, he had often urged Michelle to dress more provocatively; maybe he was trying to ramp things up for them in the bedroom. The truth was Michelle was excited by the idea, it wouldn’t go beyond a little harmless flirting, but it did feel good to be noticed.
Harry was amazed when he saw Michelle on the following Saturday, he knew exactly what bra she had on under her silk blouse, it was making her tits bounce all over the place! The look was enhanced by a tight fitting pencil skirt and sling back heels. Michelle was equally amazed at herself, this was a step beyond what they tried in the past, but if Harry was encouraging it, she didn’t see the harm. Oliver certainly seemed to be appreciating it, despite some heroic efforts not to look too obviously.
She gave him some time to cool off, then feeling more relaxed offered him a mid morning break and a drink. They chatted easily, Oliver admitting to being painfully shy and struggling to approach girls. Michelle found herself offering tips and guidance, mostly about Oliver just being himself, not trying too hard and talking naturally.
Oliver made great progress with painting the house exterior and enjoyed the breaks in Michelle’s company. He loved her classic looks and style and enjoyed checking her out when she wasn’t looking. Harry watched Michelle’s relationship with Oliver develop, It was a strange mix of emotions watching another man checking out his wife. They were becoming more than friendly; maybe Michelle didn’t realise just how close they were. Oliver repeatedly confided in her and hung on her every word of advice, smitten would be the old term for it.
“Oliver’s confidence certainly seems to be improving.”
“Yeah he’s absolutely lovely, it’s so sad that he didn’t work things out earlier, he has missed out on so much; he shared a secret with me.”
She hesitated looking around before whispering, “He’s never had a serious girlfriend, I feel so sorry for him, at his age it’s just not right.”
“Wow, that is a surprise.”
“Yeah it’s the shyness that gets in the way and now it’s built up into a major hurdle for him, he is so nervous.”
“Well he has no problem checking you out and chatting to you.”
“I think it’s because I am older… it’s safer.”
“Nonsense, you are a very attractive woman but you’re brilliant at putting people at ease. Although I notice you’ve kept the flirting going with him, are you enjoying all of the attention.
Michelle thought about it before replying, “I guess there is something in that, he is nice and I like his company. It is flattering for a younger man to say I am attractive and I enjoy our conversations. Actually I have a favour to ask, would you mind if I went out for a meal with him?”
Harry raised his eyebrows.
“It’s just to let him practice going out, show him how to act over dinner and drinks. I don’t think he has been out much and I am determined to help him find and keep a girlfriend.”
Harry could feel Michelle’s eyes searching for his reaction, “You do realise he is very attracted to you, maybe even a bit in love with you.”
“Don’t be daft, that’s just some harmless flirting to get him used to being with women, if you’re uncomfortable in any way, I won’t do it.”
“I guess that might be ok, just not local I don’t want to have to explain your charitable good cause.”
***
Harry thought Michelle made a little bit too much effort and looked a little too good for her date in a fitted sparkling teal dress. She was checking her reflection in the mirror when she noticed Harry’s attention.
“It’s not too late to call this all off.”
“No you should go.”
“We won’t be late back.”
She picked up her purse, kissed him on the cheek, squeezed his hand and went out to Oliver’s car. Watching her being assisted into the car left Harry with an unnerving feeling.
They enjoyed a lovely meal, Michelle complimented Oliver on how focused he was on his date and the questions he asked. He acted like a perfect gentlemen and the conversation flowed easily.
In the bar after their meal Oliver looked down and took hold of Michelle’s hand before looking into her beautiful green eyes. Michelle blushed, she tried to pull her hand back but seemed unable to do so. They were moving closer, were they going to kiss? A background noise of clinking glasses caught their attention and the moment was broken.
Michelle removed her hand, “If this had been a real date, that would have been a perfect move for to make.”
Oliver nodded but seemed disappointed.
The rest of the night passed relatively normally but with a slight sense of unease. As they arrived home and sat in the car Michelle thanked him for a lovely date.
“Now if this was a date with a girlfriend, it might be a good time to make another move.”
“I don’t know about that, what if she didn’t want me to, or claimed I assaulted her.”
“She can let you know easily enough, if that happens maybe kiss her cheek and get out of the car. Just be polite and respectful, apologise if you’ve misread the situation. To be honest it is a bit of a minefield these days, but sometimes you just have to be brave.”
Oliver immediately leaned across and kissed Michelle on the lips, it was nervy and awkward but Michelle was too surprised to stop it quickly. He broke the kiss, saw her look of shock and started to panic.
“I am sorry, I… you mentioned being brave and I’ve really wanted to do that for ages.”
Michelle could see his embarrassment and turmoil, getting this wrong could remove what little confidence he had with women.
“It’s ok, no harm is done. It’s my fault for flirting and well I guess we are on a date after all… so it’s understandable.”
Her reassurance seemed to have little impact as Oliver fidgeted awkwardly. After a few seconds it was Michelle who leaned back in and kissed him again, softly on the lips; they didn’t break apart this time.
As they continued making out, Oliver made an stuttering grab at her breast. Michelle, stopped him!
“Just relax, start at my shoulder and gently move your hand down, keep checking your partner is ok with what you are doing. Now you can cup my breast, that’s right… gentle at first and then more firmly. There that’s better isn’t it, you can caress it if you like; nice and slow.”
“Oh my God, that feels so good!”
The comment brought Michelle back to reality, “I am sorry Oliver, we shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop… I am married for Pete’s sake!”
Michelle quickly collected her purse and ran from the car. Thankfully Harry was still out, it gave her time to calm down. What on earth was she thinking, she had the best husband in the world and was messing about on him.
“Idiot, idiot, idiot!” she berated herself. The first kiss was terrible but after that, it had felt good, really good and she recalled how Oliver had looked at her full of desire… she immediately tried to push those thoughts away. This was dangerous territory, she couldn’t let this develop into anything. It just had to stop, she would have to tell Harry everything and pray he would forgive her.
***
“How was you night?”
Four simple words which almost made Michelle faint, she immediately started crying. Harry naturally moved to comfort her, but she pushed him away.
“I am sorry Harry, I made an awful mistake tonight, I… we… we kissed, me and Oliver I mean, I am so sorry.”
She waited for the explosion and anger, but it didn’t materialise.
Harry was more perplexed than angry, he knew this had been a possibility although it was so out of character for Michelle, “How far did it go?”
The confession came out in a rush, “We kissed and he ermm… I let him feel my breast.”
“You let him, he didn’t push himself onto you?”
“No, not at all, it was all my fault! I knew he liked me and should have closed it down.”
“And did you want it to go further, he is very handsome.”
“No! I am so sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, he was feeling so embarrassed and I really wanted to help him.
They talked into the night with Michelle providing the exact details before they fell asleep exhausted. Harry felt oddly removed from the situation, knowing the circumstances helped. He could see why Michelle would have offered the kiss in that situation, but letting him touch her went beyond that and suggested she wanted something more. His old worries returned with a vengeance… might Michelle want to cheat on him or even leave him.
Michelle was racked with guilt, she could justify some of her behaviour but by no means all. It had been a strange situation but there was something niggling at her, she was horrified when she realised what it was… a feeling of excitement!
***
It was a few days later when making the final preparations for their anniversary party when Harry gave Michelle the biggest shock of her life.
“It’s coming up to our 25th anniversary; you have been the perfect wife and I’ve thought about the best present I can possibly give you. I am down to a choice of two, a diamond eternity ring or….”
There was a long pause, eventually Harry took a deep breath, “…or allowing you to spend a night with Oliver.”
“Oh my God are you being serious, I couldn’t do that to you. Honestly the other night was a total mistake!”
“It’s not something I would joke about and I’m not sure it was a mistake. You two have become close, very close and I can see the attraction. You’re both holding back; if it’s something you really want to do, I think I can live with it. To be honest you’ve been more alive and energetic since he’s been here. I also feel like I am slowing down a little and I don’t want you to miss out on anything or become dissatisfied.”
“I have never ever been dissatisfied and I wouldn’t have an affair, I love you so much.”
“Well that’s good, if he isn’t a threat to us and I can trust you both then I can cope with that, it looks to me like something you need to get out of your system.”
.
Michelle was perplexed, “I can live without that, but I really appreciate the offer, you are the most fantastic husband, not many would be able to offer such a gift.”
Then she laughed, “Unless this is a really smart way to avoid buying me a diamond ring.”
“Ha, yeah you caught me, I am so transparent?”
***
Reluctant or not after that Michelle and Oliver became closer. They naturally spent a lot of time together and continued to enjoy each others company. Oliver’s limited success with dating was a focus of many conversations. Truthfully since he met Michelle he wasn’t thinking about other women much. Michelle’s own thoughts were increasingly invaded by Oliver.
The anniversary party went exactly as planned, bringing close family and friends together was how Harry and Michelle wanted to celebrate their life together. Good food, drinks and dancing filled the night; both Harry and Michelle made heartfelt speeches detailing their life together, the important part others had played in their lives and their enduring love for one another.
They were dancing as the night was drawing to a close, after a lot of champagne Michelle broached the topic of her ‘present’ with Harry.
“Would you really be ok if I spent some time with Oliver?”
“Don’t be coy Michelle, what is it you are asking me?”
“Well, I guess I am asking if I can take him to bed. He still hasn’t found a girlfriend and I think it would help him out a lot.”
“So it’s charitable, all for his benefit?”
Michelle winced, “If I am honest, no… I like him, a lot actually, I think it would be wonderful experience for us both, to share something that intimate.”
“I understand and appreciate the honesty, and yes the offer still stands. If it was a 25 year old hottie throwing herself at me it would be difficult to resist. I love you, want you to be still excited by life and enjoy new experiences whatever they are. As long as it’s a one off and respectful, I think I can manage. I am more relaxed about things these days and we only live once.”
“I don’t know what to say or if I even want to go through with it, but we are getting closer and it’s becoming more of a risk.”
***
Michelle told Oliver that Harry was ok with them getting closer. He was staggered by the prospect of actually being with Michelle. Age difference or not he knew he was in love with her. And it was for that reason that he genuinely didn’t want to do anything that would harm her or her marriage.
The following week Michelle approached Harry quietly and mentioned Oliver taking her out on Friday, the inference was obvious.
Oliver’s mouth was agape at how stunning Michelle looked wearing an elegant figure hugging bodycon evening dress. It accentuated her voluptuous figure, Her hips might be a bit wider these days but her bum was still a fantastic pear shape, helped by the heels.
Michelle smiled, telling Oliver to put his tongue away, but she was delighted by his reaction. The following dinner and wine were exquisite, while the atmosphere remained highly charged. Michelle knew Harry was out with some friends and would stop over, so they went back home after some post meal drinks.
Michelle took charge, she led Oliver to the bedroom and asked him to unzip her dress, letting it slowly fall and pool at her feet as she turned back toward him. Oliver was dumbstruck at her elegant beauty, standing in a corset and stockings. He had no idea someone as mature and respectable could be so transformed into such a sexual goddess.
Oliver surprised her by asking to take a photograph with his phone, saying he wanted to cherish the moment for ever. It wasn’t something Michelle had done before, but she surprised herself by trying a few poses; she dropped a hip and moved a heeled foot forward to enhance her shape. Then she turned the tables taking Oliver’s phone from him and taking his photo. After a couple of shots, she suggested he had far too many clothes on. He wasted no time in undressing, Michelle was delighted by his strong and fit torso and flashes of abs and muscles before a girthy and very erect cock suddenly appeared. Much to his embarrassment Michelle insisted on taking more photos, saying she wanted mementos as well.
Oliver’s hands glided all over her satin corset and silk stockings. The way he slowly undressed her with almost reverence was sensuous, she enjoyed his reactions to discovering her body. Michelle pushed her chest forward for him, Oliver wasted no time in cupping her large fleshy mounds whilst moving in to kiss her. Eventually breaking the kiss, Oliver’s head dropped to devour her breasts.
Michelle knelt down and placed his cock between her cleavage, squeezing her breasts around it. They were so big Oliver’s cock almost disappeared, some adept movements had Oliver groaning. Just as he was thinking nothing could feel better, he looked down to see a smiling Michelle lick down his whole length then back up never breaking eye contact. She teased relentlessly until he was begging for her to suck it; Michelle’s smiled then her mouth engulfed his now ragingly hard cock.
The sucking action quickly had him on the verge of cumming; in response Oliver pushed Michelle back onto the bed, he immediately plunged onto her newly trimmed pussy, licking and kissing with gusto, it felt extraordinarily erotic. She was aware of his strong hands continuing to explore her body and arched in response. At that point she wrapped her legs around his head. This drove Oliver on immediately giving Michelle her first orgasm, Oliver didn’t stop and Michelle rolled into further multiple orgasms.
As she returned from her sexual high, Oliver moved up her body, kissing her mouth as his cock began pushing against her still spasming pussy. Michelle rolled him over, sat astride his stomach and ran her nails down his chest.
“My turn, just sit back and relax! I want this to be special for you.”
She smiled and eased up to take his cock in hand and guide it into her. The feeling of being impaled was fantastic, readjusting to move up and back down a few times to take his impressive length. Michelle leant forward to kiss him before sitting upright and riding him slowly cowgirl. Oliver’s eyes darted from her face, to her pussy sliding up and down his pole, and to her awesome bouncing tits. He took two big handfuls of her glorious orbs. His cock felt so big and powerful, filling her up, she was in heaven.
She was breathless as she continued riding him, “Mmm, how’s that for you, you like that mature pussy baby?”
“I love it, it’s the best thing I have ever experienced.”
Michelle was delighted, she continued to ride him with slow deep movements. Then she felt a stirring deep inside and wasted no time in picking up the pace. She was riding him faster gasping between breaths.
“Oh fuck, you’re going to make me come baby.”
She rode him for all her worth now, Oliver was desperately trying to cling on, just as the flood gates opened, Michelle squealed in delight at her orgasm.
After a few minutes recovery, Michelle sighed, “Wow, that was wonderful.”
“Mind blowing… You’re better than my wildest dreams,” agreed Oliver.
“We have all night honey, this is just the start and I’ve already cum four times, all bets are off.”
It didn’t take long before Michelle realised Oliver was hard again.
He nibbled her ear lobe and whispered into her ear, “My turn.”
He spread her knees and settled his body between her legs, kissing her breasts and face all over. Whilst his cock pushed against her mound, he teased her remorselessly before sliding his hard cock back into her.
Michelle was delighted, “Mmm the benefit of youth, so eager and ready to go again.”
Oliver took his time, his motions were steady, feeling every inch as he penetrated her. His hands ran over her body, he’d never seen anyone look so beautiful. Michelle clung to him desperately; enjoying the feel of his strongly muscled chest, cringing slightly as she saw her wedding ring run through Oliver’s hair. However the most intense sensations stemmed from their continued deep and passionate kissing.
Oliver gave her everything he had, repeatedly ploughing into her. His earlier orgasm meant he was now in more control. Eventually he felt her convulsing into another orgasm which triggered his own; they both felt him cum, his cock throbbing into Michelle’s married quim. He looked into her eyes and never broke contact until he had completed. Michelle had never experienced anything like it, the stare was so intense, he looked like he was about to cry. She was immersed in the emotion and ecstasy showing across his face which she cupped in her hands.
He gently withdrew and pulled her into a hug. His strong arms wrapping around her, providing a feeling of protection and reassurance. A little dazed, they basked in the afterglow of their erotic coupling and closeness of what they felt.
***** Here is where the story deviated from the original.*****
They looked at each other embarrassed before Michelle managed, “Are you ok?”
Harry managed a smile, “Yeah I think so.”
“How are you really?”
“I’m not sure, it’s a lot to process and it’s hard to reconcile everything.”
Michelle thought her night and morning had worked out perfectly, the best anniversary present ever. The sex had been wonderful, she revelled in her role as educator, that was short lived as Oliver was a quick learner and so fit, they were at it most of the night and went at it again in the morning. Now for the first time she realised that there might be some fall out, she had to get Harry back on track.
“You did encourage me to sleep with him and said you were ok with this, I wouldn’t have done it unless you had suggested it.”
That comment took all the wind out of Harry, the truth of it was undeniable, “I know, you are right.”
“Would you like me to tell you about my time with him?”
“No, well not the detail but maybe how you felt and what you are thinking now.”
“Well it was exciting, I felt desired and very…sexual; I also liked the feeling of being in control. He was respectful and seemed besotted by me, it was thrilling. I think the whole illicit element added to it. I felt guilty and elated at the same time, still do if I am honest. I’m sorry it must have been really difficult for you, but maybe a bit exciting as well?”
Harry shrugged unable to reconcile all his conflicting feelings, “I guess in some ways.”
The idea that his conservative 49 year-old wife was having sex with another man was preposterous; but here they were and mixed in with the jealousy was excitement.
“Well we know you didn’t explode with anger when it happened like most husbands would, so there has to be some desire there. It seems like you like the idea of me being with him but you’re in turmoil over it.”
“Yeah that’s a fair summary: seeing men attracted to you has always been a turn on. What surprises me is you being with a young fit guy is so hot, it’s almost like I am proud of you. I think the erotic element is you being so sexual, knowing that you are thinking about, preparing yourself and wanting to have sex is thrilling. It’s the fact you have a wanton lustful side of you that you are fulfilling.”
“OK I can see the attraction in that but what about the jealousy.”
“Oh there is plenty if that, I’m in total conflict, you’re mine after all. I feel guilty for not keeping you and the idea of anything threatening us makes me feel physically sick.”
“I’ll always be yours, I love you more than ever. I do like Oliver, otherwise I couldn’t have slept with him but he is absolutely no threat to us. I am with you on the sexual elements, he made me feel desired; the confidence boost is immense. Maybe some of the turmoil is because it goes against everything we have been taught, but if we are both happy and honest with each other maybe we can keep exploring things.”
“So you do want to do it again?”
Michelle knew she needed to be careful, “That depends on you, if this was a one off anniversary reward that is exactly where we can leave it and I’ll be thankful for the most generous and wonderful present you could ever have given me. If it turns you on and you can manage, then I’d like to do that, but you’ll have to accept me being with Oliver. You can’t have it both ways, encourage me to do it and then hate me because I did.”
“I’d never hate you, it was hot at the time but in the cold light of day harder to deal with. Is it just Oliver or would you be interested in other men?”
The idea she could readily attract young handsome guys and the fact she could be so direct and forthright when talking to them was a revelation to Michelle, but sleeping with multiple men didn’t hold an appeal.
“I know you like me to flirt and dress a certain way, l can do more of that but I have no intention of sleeping with other men. It is different with Oliver, we got to know each other and get on well. I am hardly about to change my personality and have sex with lots of different guys.”
“Good, I think that makes its easier.”
“What if there was way to remove some of the pressure and angst?”
“I wish there was.”
“It’s quite simple, I step up and make the decisions for us, you just have to accept them and trust me.”
“And what would be your decision?”
Michelle went to hug him, “Don’t worry it will be ok, its all so raw at the moment but it will get better… once we get used to everything.”
“Get used to everything?” queried Harry.
“Yes, get used to me being with Oliver on the understanding I will continue to love and care for you. You’ve managed the hardest part and I promise I won’t fall in love with him and will remain devoted to you. Why don’t we both give ourselves time to think about it, to make sure that’s what we both want.”
They made love that night with renewed passion, there was definitely a reclaiming element in the way Harry took her. Michelle preferred his gentle and considered love making but accepted his needs had been impacted by her time with Oliver. There were moments of doubt, was she thinking of Oliver and why is she this turned on. But her passion and desire overwhelmed him, Michelle had never felt so liberated, they ravished each other and continued long into the night.
***
Oliver couldn’t quite comprehend his time with Michelle. She was a beautiful mature woman, so experienced and feminine and so confident. She’d took control in bed and he loved it, he’d finally broken a long drought and felt he could relax. He wondered if he was really in love with her, either way he was desperate to see her again and asked her for another date.
Michelle asked herself yet again what she was doing. She jumped from feeling nervous to thinking about her husband; was he really ok with this or covering his true feelings? Harry had instigated it after all, so as long as she continued to love and care for him she could have some fun with Oliver. It wouldn’t be for ever and she was pretty sure Harry was suppressing how much it turned him on. She considered her own motivation… was she craving the excitement and adventure? She loved recalling the joy of her night together with Oliver and accepted she wanted more. But she needed to guide Harry through their new circumstances, be honest about everything and ensure he wasn’t neglected in any way.
***
Michelle had taken a long luxurious bath soaking in bubbles. She dried and styled her hair, before putting her makeup on. She wanted to look good, adding eye liner, mascara and eye shadow, along with bright red lipstick. She was preparing herself for her lover and her own pleasure, the thought was intoxicating. She packed away her makeup and picked out a fitted low cut cobalt blue dress.
Walking down the stairs carefully in towering heels, she could feel both Harry’s and Oliver’s eyes on her, the split in the dress was opening to the thigh as she descended whilst her ample cleavage was on display,
“You look absolutely stunning.”
Michelle was delighted with Harry’s reaction, he seemed to be coping well with what was happening. She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek saying they wouldn’t be late back.
***
Michelle began seeing Oliver regularly but limiting their dates to once every couple of weeks. The dates and the sex remained enthralling to her; a typical date involved a meal and drinks and fucking, lots and lots of fucking.
Harry quickly become accustomed to the routine and they chatted casually about the dates. Harry and Oliver even became friendly, he probably spent more time with him than Michelle, working on renovations and becoming a work mentor at the same time.
Michelle ensured she went out more with Harry and their own sex life accelerated significantly. Being married to a sexually confident woman was adding a whole new dimension to their relationship. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that resolved all of the potential pitfalls but it certainly helped. She also checked in with him frequently and reiterated a commitment to stop if he couldn’t deal with things.
Michelle flirted more and dressed more provocatively, both changes Harry appreciated. He couldn’t quite justify why, but came to accept men being interested in his wife turned him on. As promised Michelle gave no indication of taking things any further with any of them.
It was on another date night, when Harry noticed Michelle’s new outfit.
“That’s a short skirt for you,”
“Yeah Oliver said I have great legs and should show them off more.”
“Are they stockings and suspenders?”
“Yes he loves them.”
“You rarely wore them for me!”
“I can if you like, I can buy some new ones just for you, what colour do you like best?”
“I always liked grey ones.”
“Perfect I’ll buy those tomorrow, Oliver wants me to wear some barely black seamed ones, I am building up the courage to do it. He said women in seamed ones are signalling they are up for it and want to fuck.”
“And are you?”
Michelle smiled, “Well I am your hotwife aren’t I and I do fuck him every date night, as well as fucking you more than ever, so yeah I am up for it”
***
Oliver was in the house laying some flooring, it was hot and he had his top off but was still sweating in the heat. Michelle came back from shopping and they made eye contact, they both knew… knew they were going to fuck. Their bodies crashed together urgently, within seconds Oliver pushed her onto the dining room table, hitching her skirt up, he drove into her wet pussy fucking her hard. It was only minutes before Michelle orgasmed. He lifted her easily whilst still impaled inside her, walking over to the couch and sitting so Michelle was in a cowgirl position. She undid her blouse and bra allowing Oliver to feast on her breasts as she began riding him. As she picked up the pace her big tits bounced up and down in Oliver’s face, he was in wonderland as she fucked him, they were both on the brink when the front door opened and Harry walked in.
Michelle screamed and Oliver muttered “Shit!”
They both scrambled to decouple and cover up. Harry willed his legs to move, his heart was beating so fast, his wife fucking someone in front of him, casually as if she were conducting a menial household chore, except she was being filled with cock. He walked numbly through to the kitchen.
Michelle joined him having ushered Oliver out of the door, “Sorry that was a spur of the moment thing.”
“You do realise if you stop putting us first, this might all come crashing down.”
The comment sent a shiver up Michelle’s spine, “I know that baby, I would never do that, you are always my priority.”
“What you just didn’t feel like that, it was more like cheating and utterly disrespectful… what on earth were you thinking?”
Michelle blushed with shame, “I am sorry, that was… wrong, I guess I am taking you and your acceptance for granted. Nothing will happen again without your permission; this was a terrible mistake.”
“Are you just taking me for granted or are you losing respect for me and treating me with contempt? I suppose it was inevitable as soon as I let this happen?”
“Don’t say that, it’s never felt that way to me, our exploring is mutually agreed.”
“It seems you’re doing all the exploring; if you need other things maybe we should….”
“Never! Don’t even think it.”
Michelle was considering Harry’s words, in particular the risk that they might split up. It was the last thing she would ever want. Yes she didn’t want to give up Oliver just yet, but if there was a risk to her marriage she would do and without hesitation.
“I can’t just turn my emotions on and off; you accepted the fact we are having sex.”
“I don’t have to accept anything actually… have you been having sex in between the dates?”
“No, that was the first time… it wasn’t planned. I am sorry, we could go upstairs and I’d show you just how sorry.”
“Sloppy seconds I don’t think so, what’s the matter did I interrupt before you got off? Anyway don’t you belong to him now.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, I don’t belong to anyone. I like having sex with him but I love you. I just thought we could be intimate and reconnect. I am sorry, but I thought you were into me being with another guy.”
“I’m really not sure about that, but certainly not if you’re running around behind my back.”
With that Harry walked out leaving Michelle doing a reasonable impression of a goldfish.
***
Michelle was surprised when her efforts to seduce Harry worked. It was a Saturday night and in desperation to recover some intimacy with her husband, she dropped her robe to reveal the matching grey chemise, stockings and suspenders. It had the desired effect, they made love with intensity. It felt strangely emotive, Michelle worried that Harry might even be saying goodbye, the thought left her blood running cold.
Things remained unsettled after that, Michelle started thinking about giving up Oliver, then she had an alternative idea.
***
“I’ve got an idea for your Birthday, a surprise!”
Harry was suspicious, “Oh what’s that then?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
Harry hesitated for a long time before replying, “I’m honestly not sure, you have been quite… self-focused recently.”
Michelle was both upset and alarmed, “It’s a good surprise, I know I have been very self-indulgent and I think you deserve a reward for dealing with me and Oliver.”
Harry waited for her to continue, dreading what might be involved, anything about her banging more guys and he’d be out of there.
“I’ve arranged a date for you and Judith.”
“Your best friend Judith?”
“Hear me out before you reject the idea!. I realise I have become more involved with Oliver than I should have. I want you to experience something similar otherwise things are unfair. Judith has dated a long list of idiots since her divorce and she has always liked you, I thought you might like to take her out. ”
“I doubt she would agree to this and….”
Michelle interrupted, “She’s already agreed, you’re going out Friday.”
Harry was surprised and wondered what they hell they had in mind, “And you’d be ok if it went further than just a date?”
“I can hardly complain Harry, but actually it does turn me on a bit. I’ve been telling her for years how great you are, they idea of you looking after her does give me a little tingle, it confirms I have the best husband. Your turn on is me being sexual, well for me it’s having such a great husband, I brag about you to my friends all the time and most of them are jealous.
I’m hardly some young stud and I certainly don’t want her or your pity.
“And you won’t get it, honestly you’re better than any stud, if it’s a choice you win hands down and we stop everything now. You’re so encouraging, you protect and support me as well as being funny and caring. You’re also handsome and pretty good in the sack, any woman including me is lucky to have you. She is more than my best friend, we are like sisters and she is in desperate need of someone exactly like you. I really do love you and want to replay you for everything you have put up with.”
“Harry had concerns about it all being a consolation prize so Michelle could continue to bang Oliver, but he did take Judith out on the date.”
The following day, Michelle met with Judith to exchange notes, “So… how was it?”
“Honesty it was great, it was the perfect date and I had a lovely time. He actually listens and was so interested in… well in me. I had to push to get him to talk about himself. I knew he was funny but 1 to 1 he was hilarious and utterly charming. Oh sorry Michelle, I keep forgetting it’s your husband we are talking about, we didn’t do anything, he kissed me goodnight on the cheek.”
“It’s fine; that is what I wanted you to experience. There are good guys out there like Harry. Some of your dates have been horrible and I didn’t want you to settle for someone not right for you, you deserve better.”
“But then there is the little problem of him already being married to you.”
“I don’t mind you seeing him, you know about my arrangement with Oliver. Well if I don’t balance that out somehow I risk losing Harry. And the idea of him looking after my best friend in that way is a turn on.”
“I don’t know, I am looking for someone to fall in love with and have a real relationship, this is all a bit weird.”
“Honestly I think he will fall for you to some degree. You’re gorgeous and he has always liked you, plus he is a romantic. I am relying on the fact he won’t fall out of love with me. We’re best friends, I’d trust you above anyone else, so as long as we are honest about things it can work.”
Harry did take Judith out on further dates, they really liked each other and were comfortable together. Harry also realised that it was easing his concerns or at least distracting him from his wife and Oliver. He quizzed Judith about why she was doing this and what she was hoping for. He found her answers convincing, some relaxed dates, nice conversation and see if it leads to anything more from there. Michelle and Oliver weren’t mentioned which he appreciated. As a result they quickly established themselves as friends and shortly afterward as friends with benefits, finding they were a great match sexually. Harry felt no guilt whatsoever given what Michelle was up to, his main worry was getting in the way of Judith finding a longer term partner.
It was several months later and nearing their 26th anniversary when Michelle made another announcement.
“Oliver has found a girlfriend and its serious, me and him… well we’ve stopped seeing each other. I’ve met her and she is absolutely lovely and perfect for him.”
“I can’t say am not relieved. Where does that leave us and… Judith?”
“I think you should still see her, you let me be with Oliver when you had no one and I know you have feelings for each other.”
***
Michelle was doing her best to mask her unhappiness, she was missing both her husband and lover. Harry was as considerate as he could be about his time with Judith, but it tended to be more frequent than Michelle’s time with Oliver. She remained best friends with Judith and could see the improvement in her well being. She didn’t want them to stop seeing each other, but it was lonely when Harry was not with her. She wondered how he had coped when this all started and she was with Oliver.
Harry noticed the change in Michelle, and wondered if she missed Oliver or if it was his relationship with Judith that was affecting her. He had started thinking about ending it with Judith and trying to get things back on track with his marriage. That idea quickly derailed when Judith proclaimed her love for him, what’s more she didn’t want to look for anyone else and wanted to be in a long term relationship with him. Harry’s surprise was quickly overtaken by the realisation he felt the same way about her. The thing was he was still in love with Michelle, could he really be in love with both women? Judging from Michelle’s current demeanour he couldn’t keep both of them happy and he might have to make a difficult decision.
***
He watched as Michelle circulating around the BBQ, chatting easily with everyone as usual. He was admiring her breasts bouncing in her now regular half cup bra, she was still a stunningly attractive woman. Then he noticed he wasn’t the only one watching.
Daniel was the replacement intern for Oliver, his eyes were on stalks and never left Michelle. Harry had met him at work a few times, he was quiet and courteous but had something about him. Harry’s mind started thinking through the possibilities, realising his was excited.
“He walked over the Michelle, asking her for a few seconds alone.”
“Do you still have those seamed stockings?”
Michelle’s eyes lit up., “Yes, why?”
“Well maybe you should think about putting them on, there is a young man over there that is entranced by you.”
“What… who?”
Harry nodded toward Daniel, he saw Michelle ‘s eyes looking him up and down obviously checking him out.
“Would you like to meet him?”
“Yeah, he’s cute but would you be ok with that?”
“I would, it might be nothing but I don’t mind you flirting a bit. If it leads to anything, it seems only fair with me continuing to see Judith.”
Harry made the introduction, it was obvious Daniel was attracted to Michelle, he blushed and stumbled over his words. For her part Michelle thought Daniel was both handsome and engaging. Harry started to move away to circulate and just caught the words before he heard Michelle’s laugh.
“Are you enjoying the view honey… its ok but try and keep your eyes above the neckline,”
Harry laughed, this might just work out after all.
End.