An adult stories – Silver Anniversary Present C by satindesires,satindesires This is a variation from the original ‘Silver Anniversary Present’ story. The start is replicated for completeness and so it works as a stand-alone story. The point where it diverges from the original text is highlighted (part way down page 2). Please be warned this includes hot wife and sharing themes. These stories aren’t for everyone and have scored poorly, but I’m trying to write about different themes to avoid it all becoming too predictable and accept the criticism this attracts.
I also leave in a few errors because as so many people love spotting that sort of thing.
Best Regards XXX SD.
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 Ph.D., 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, 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 had 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 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 a 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 your 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 of 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 other’s 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 a 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 deviates from the original****
They looked at each other embarrassed before Michelle managed, “Are you ok?”
Harry just about smiled, “Yeah I think anyways, it’s a lot to process.”
“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.”
“I know, you are right.”
Michelle heard his reluctance but suspected there was an element of arousal in Harry that she needed to explore.
“It was the best present you could have possibly given me; I love you so much for it. Would you like me to tell you about my time with him?”
“Some of it maybe, not knowing what was happening was… difficult.”
“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 which I also liked. I think the whole illicit element added to it. He was very fit and well…hung, he satisfied me in every way and I lost count of the orgasms. I felt a little guilty, but elated at the same time, still do if I am honest. I’m sorry if it was difficult for you, but maybe a bit exciting as well?”
With that Michelle leant in and kissed Harry, at the same time she felt his crotch and his obvious arousal. “Mmm it feels like some part of you liked my story, maybe you like the idea of me being with other guys.”
The idea that his conservative 49 year-old wife had sex with man half her age was preposterous; but here they were and mixed in with the jealousy was excitement. Harry squirmed unable to reconcile all his conflicting feelings.
“I guess in some ways.”
Michelle unzipped him and started stroking his erect cock, “I’ve seen your porn history, this is something you have been thinking about for a while isn’t it.? You can admit the truth to me; we have to be honest with each other.”
Harry looked alarmed and didn’t answer.
“Tell me, is that want you want baby, a hot wife? Do you want me to fuck other guys?”
“I don’t know, seeing men attracted to you has always been a turn on. Last night surprised me, it’s almost like I was 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 erotic…and the fact you have a wanton lustful side that you are fulfilling.”
Michelle squeezed Harry’s cock before she replied, “Mmm, I discovered that side of me as well, I know you like me to flirt and dress a certain way, l can do more of that, as long as I will always have you to come back to. Last night made me feel desired; the confidence boost is immense, I feel so much better about myself. If it makes us both happy and we are honest with each other maybe we can keep exploring things. I love you more than ever; there is absolutely no threat to us.”
You mentioned other men, does that mean it’s not just Oliver?”
Michelle quickened the pace of her hand, “He needs to find a girlfriend of his own age and I think it would be dangerous to get too close to one person.”
Michelle continued stroking rapidly, “This is going to be so much fun, I’ll be your very own hot wife but you’ll still be my stag. You’ve managed the hardest part and I promise I will remain devoted to you, we’ll do this together… cum for me honey.”
With that Harry spurted a huge load all over Michelle’s skirt.
“Jesus it’s all over the place, this really does get you worked up doesn’t it.”
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. Michelle had never felt so liberated and empowered, they ravished each other and continued long into the night; it had been years since they had managed that.
***
“Did you wear that skirt for my benefit or other peoples?”
Michelle smiled, “You know the answer to that.”
Harry watched his beautiful wife at the BBQ. She was still in her preferred pencil skirt but this one was leather, the heels were higher and she had ‘that bra on again under a satin top. He thought she looked absolutely stunning and couldn’t help fixing his eyes on her sexy arse as she walked by. Neither could all of the other guys judging from their reactions.
Harry noticed a young guy checking Michelle out in a rather obvious manner. Turning slowly to see him looking, Michelle’s eyes met his and a faint smile appeared on her face. As she walked by him, Harry noticed the guy said something to her; Michelle stopped and started talking to him. Harry felt nervous as Michelle took a seat next to him. She touched his arm as they continue to chat as he inched closer. He was watching his beautiful wife flirting with a young guy, Michelle glanced across at Harry maybe looking for any sign of concern then winked at him.
They continued to talk; it must have been 20 minutes by now. Then suddenly she was back at Harry’s side looking flushed and tentatively asking, “Are we still good?”
Harry murmured a non-committal reply. Her excitement was obvious. She started babbling, his name was Dan, he was very chilled and a really nice guy.
“Talking to another man as you watched was so amazing. I was nervous and excited.”
“Well there will be no shortage of candidates, you mesmerising most of the men here.”
“I had better stick with the single ones though; some of the wives look like they are going to lynch me.”
Once home, Michelle explained that the flirting was a turn on for her. She loved the edgy conversation and innuendos and it was flattering to see guys check her out.
Harry decided he should benefit immediately, he unzipped and pushed her down toward his now raging cock which she readily accepted. Michelle wouldn’t normally have gone along with an unplanned blow job and certainly not without a shower in advance.
Michelle popped off his cock “I want you to fuck me silly.”
Harry wasn’t going to reject that offer; he was going crazy with desire and wanting to claim Michelle as his. The leather skirt looked even better pushed up to her hips and he did his best to make her tits bounce out of the bra as he fucked her hard.
They ended up having sex twice and again in the morning. Michelle let out a low long sigh after their morning coupling, “Well we can safely conclude the flirting is a turn on, you were magnificent.”
***
The following evening they talked it through over a bottle of wine. Harry admitted loving the dressing and flirting; Michelle focused on the reconnection sex afterwards being mind-blowing.
“Were you thinking of me, Matt or Dan from the BBQ last night?”
“To be honest, it was all mixed up, mostly you, sometimes them. The idea I can attract young handsome guys and be so forthright when talking to them is nothing short of a revelation; at 49 I have discovered that I love flirting.”
Harry was having some doubts and concerns about where this might lead, but their sex life had picked up in both frequency and intensity and being married to a sexually confident woman was adding a whole new dimension to their relationship. Michelle reassured Harry that she loved him more than ever.
“Would you want to see Dan again?”
Michelle’s eyes widened as she hesitated. “He seemed nice, but I am not sure about seeing people we know, we can trust Oliver but I think others might brag about any conquest, maybe we should keep it to just flirting.”
“Yeah fair point, I think you are right.”
“We could explore online groups or contacts together, to learn more.”
Later, as they opened the second bottle, slightly drunk, they went through the process of completing Michelle’s profile on a popular ‘hook up’ site. It was free to females and couples and they were able to scan through other members, Michelle was very impressed with some of the single guys before they started typing her profile.
Harry completed her description, ‘Hot-wife 49yrs, voluptuous 38dd, 30, 34, blonde/white hair, married with stag seeking dates and fun. He edited one of their holiday photographs with Michelle in an elegant turquoise evening dress, cropping it and blurring Michelle’s face so she couldn’t be identified. Then he had an idea and did the same with one of the photo’s Oliver had taken of her.
“You can’t post a photograph of me in a corset and stockings.”
“Oh but I can… you look red hot in them; anyway most of the women are in lingerie or less,” with that Harry hit upload.
***
Michelle woke up late the next day with an almighty hangover. Drinking water, taking aspirin and a shower left her feeling marginally better. She spotted the lap top and hazily recalled the previous night’s profile posting.
Nervous she opened it and logged back into the site. She was relieved that the photograph still looked anonymous in the light of day, but winced at how the corset only barely managed to contain her assets.
Then she noticed a number in the corner increase from 230 to 231. Upon checking, she realised it was the number of likes for her profile. Nervously she clicked on some on the comments. The first three read
“Absolutely stunning, such a classy beautiful lady. Would love to get to know you, perhaps on a date?”‘ Chris 26.”
“Fantastic figure, so glam and married so naughty with it, I’ll be your bull anytime: John 37… with an 8 inch dick.”
“I wouldn’t stop fucking that for days: Richard 18.”
18! Oh my God, Michelle slammed the lap top shut in a slight panic.
After calming herself down she realised that she felt good, very good in fact, literally hundreds of guys found her attractive!
Later she showed the responses to Harry who thought it quite hilarious, especially the rather more lewd comments. He calmed her down saying they could always stop or they could filter the results, it still didn’t commit them to doing anything.
They ticked for ‘working professionals’ initially. Age range prompted a discussion: definitely younger but no 18 year olds like Ryan, Michelle blushed as they settled on the 25 to 40 range. Location of less than 150 miles whilst avoiding their own town thinned the crowd significantly. For physical attributes, they included ‘fit’, ‘athletic’, ‘in shape’.
There was an option to filter by manhood size.
“Yours is a perfect size for me.”
“Isn’t this about trying something different, how big was Oliver?”
“Maybe a bit bigger than you, about 7 inches I think.”
“And you enjoyed him?”
“Yes, I did!” Just saying it sent an excited shiver through Michelle.
“There’s you answer then 7 inches plus.”
No, I don’t want anything massive, it would just be uncomfortable or painful, I have no idea how those porn actresses manage, practice I suppose: just tick 7 and ermmm… maybe 8 as well.
The filter returned 28 matches: A quick run through excluded more on the basis or looks and elements in the profiles they didn’t like, any hint of arrogance was an automatic exclusion which left 11.
They pondered their next step, agreeing Michelle should send out a generic response to them.
‘Hi, thanks for the response to my profile, I liked yours too. It would be good to chat more and see if we are compatible.’
It wasn’t long before there were pings indicating replies coming in. Curious they started reviewing the incoming messages. Some were funny, most quite relaxed and some a bit odd. They replied to the ones they liked and relaxed more as they chatted safely through the site.
Over time the list was shortened and a favourite emerged: James.
Michelle was in regular contact with him via the site. She exchanged more photographs, some of hers in lingerie which Harry had taken in response so a lot of torso shots from James.
***
Michelle just logged onto her profile when a photograph of an impressively meaty cock appeared. She hadn’t been expecting it and almost choked on her mug of tea.
She told Harry, “Do you mind if I send him a topless one in return?”
“It seems a fair exchange.”
James’ reply was more than enthusiastic, complimenting Michelle on her impressive attributes and what he would like to do with them.
Michelle turned to Harry, “You know, he might be jerking off to me.”
“I am sure he is.”
“That is kind of exciting don’t you think?”
***
There following contact was a live chat via the site. They chatted comfortably before James asked if they could do something sexual.
Michelle suggested James undress and was surprised at how quickly he complied. She couldn’t take her eyes off his six pack, he was so fit and athletic, distracted she just caught his words.
“The shorts as well?”
Michelle cleared her throat, “Ermm yeah.”
Oh my god he just dropped them and there it was… that meaty cock swaying about and looking semi aroused. Michelle couldn’t take her eyes off it.
“Is this ok for you?”
Michelle almost purred “Yes perfect.”
Trying to recover her composure, “Now take it in your hand and begin slowly masturbating for me.”
He complied and it just got bigger and bigger.
“Will you be doing anything to help me out?”
“I would like you to continue to masturbate that gorgeous thick cock for me, imagine it is me there, doing it for you.”
James’ cock actually twitched, springing up at that point!
Michelle stood and walked away from the camera to give James a full body image. She dropped her robe to reveal a red basque, black stockings, thong and heels. Twirling around she walked back to sit in front of the camera.
“Well, what do you think of me?”
“You are stunning, so sexual but such elegance, I love your legs and high heels and nylons, but man those tits are outstanding.”
“Now show me just how much you like them, start wanking that lovely cock of yours quicker and tell me what you would like to do with me.”
James started describing Michelle holding his cock and sucking it, which really turned her on.
She teased back with, “Imagine your cock rubbing on my stockings.”
James panted “I am close to cumming!”
“If I were there, where would you cum on me”,
“Over your… your tits.”
Michelle leaned forward showing off her impressive cleavage, “What over these little things?”
“Aww man that’s too much”,
Michelle looked up to see James’ cock explode with huge amounts of cum, it never seemed to stop, wad after wad covering everywhere. She found herself licking her lips after a few moments.
“Mmm how was it for you.”
“Amazing, you’re something else. Can we meet, I want that for real.”
“I am sure that can be arranged, we’ll be in touch, bye for now.”
Michelle closed the laptop and looked up at her husband at the far side of the room, “Everything still ok babe?”
Harry gulped and nodded, “Get over the desk…now!”
***
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 up the sheer black stockings she had chosen to go with her fitted taffeta dress. It was low cut and had a significant split to the thigh.
“Babe can you attach the back suspenders, I can’t reach.”
Harry did that his hands shaking. He gulped when he saw the seams, recalling a comment about that meaning a woman was up for sex.”
“Would you like to put my panties on?”
Harry nodded and proceeded to help her step into the tiny transparent thong which barely covered her Mons. He looked through the material knowing that in just a few hours what he saw would be full with another man’s cock.
“You can give it a little kiss baby.”
He did, Michelle was already highly aroused, she could only afford him a few seconds before she had to stop him.
“Fuck, not too much Harry, I want to save myself for James. Help me put my dress on.”
Michelle was delighted with Harry’s reaction and support. He seemed to be coping well with what was happening. She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Are you ready?”
***
Michelle attracted a lot of attention in the bar where they had agreed to meet James at lunchtime. They had just taken a seat in a booth when James arrived. He was over six foot, even more good looking in the flesh and appeared very confident. He introduced himself asking Harry directly if he objected to him chatting to Michelle.
Michelle thought that was a nice touch, all three chatted casually with James paying more attention to Michelle and both of them flirting.
James said he had done similar in the past after meeting couples on dating apps and they had all shared some wonderful experiences. With that he gently took Michelle’s hand in his, commenting that he really like the touch of her soft skin. He continued talking whilst keeping hold of it.
After ten minutes or so, he let go of Michelle’s hand and placed his own hand on her knee, “I loved the feel of nylon.”
Harry watched as his hand travelled up to Michelle’s thigh and squeezed gently, she appeared to be very excited.
“You have fantastic legs and I’ve just felt a hint of stocking top. Women in stockings are so erotic; it’s one of my favourite things.”
Michelle seemed to melt slightly sighing.
They continued to chat casually, with James genuinely interested in their background and what brought them to this point. They explained it was all new and experimental, but it certainly wouldn’t involve any domination or humiliation for any party.
Harry watched as James leant in whispering something into Michelle’s ear.
Laughing at his comment, she placed her hand on his thigh and tilted her face toward him. This was no gentle peck, after a few seconds of kissing Harry saw her mouth open and his tongue enter; it became a long sensual kiss. As the kiss eventually broke, they looked at each other then Michelle turned to Harry looking slightly embarrassed.
“Just breathe honey, it’s all good, we’re all still friends.”
Harry realised he had been holding his breath.
James spoke next, You are a really lucky guy, your wife is hot. I think you both should be applauded for spicing things up, this can be great fun for all of us.”
They went back to their home, Harry driving as James and Michelle in the back seat cuddling and talking. They separated as the exited the car and walked into their home, mindful of prying neighbours. Once inside they were all over each other kissing passionately, Harry watched on.
Michelle looked down, “I think we had better take that out before it gets too uncomfortable.”
She unzipped James, reaching in and slowly pulling his cock free. His wife’s hand on another man’s cock! It looked surreal and yet very erotic, it was also still growing with her touch.
“My God, it’s even bigger in real life,” cooed Michelle.
James’ cock twitched in her hand, she recalled how he had chosen her tits during their online chat.
“Harry honey can you help me out of the dress.”
Harry hesitated before walking across and unzipping the back of Michelle’s dress, peeling it down.
Now my bra babe, James’ eyes were on stalks.
The first touch of his lips on Michelle’s breasts were electric, sending shivers down her spine, James continued eagerly, lavishing attention on them, licking and sucking them all over. The sensation when he pushed them together and buried his head was knee trembling.
“Sit on the settee James.”
Michelle straddled his legs, facing away from James and toward Harry. Her legs spread in the heels and stockings looking amazing.
“I think u should watch me mount it for the first time, but I won’t do it without your permission… so what’s it going to be Harry?”
Harry heard himself say it, “Do it Michelle, fuck him!”
“Good she purred,” slowly lowering herself toward his throbbing cock. It took a few goes but she finally mounted his pole, and then gradually edged more and more of it in. Harry was amazed at how much she took.
“Ooooo he feels so good hun, I almost came.”
Then she started slowly riding it up and down. Michelle looked at Harry, her eyes never flickered as she quickened. She looked down to see his Harry’s obvious buldge.
“Sorry babe, I am neglecting you. Why don’t you strip off and let me take care of that for you. I am sure James won’t mind doing me from behind.”
The matter of fact way in which she described having sex with another man was both disconcerting and erotic for Harry.
James and Michelle repositioned as Harry stripped off. She looked at him smiling as she took his cock into her mouth. After only a moment James remounted her, forcing a moan from Michelle, choked off due to her mouthful of Harry’s cock.
James began fucking Michelle, forcing her forward onto Harry. Gradually they all built to orgasm, James riding her for all his worth. Eventually he shot his load into her pussy, that triggered orgasms from the other two. Harry shot his load down his wife’s throat, she took it all…another first.
Recovering, Michelle was still impaled on James’ cock as she looked back up at Harry.
“Now Hun we’re going to need a bit of privacy to go at this a few times, so we’ll be going up to the bedroom.”
She stood up; Harry could see cum running down her inner thighs. She offered James her hand and led him towards the stairs.
After a few minutes Harry could hear the unmistakable sound of the mattress and bed squeaking, followed by the moans of his wife and grunts of her new lover.
Harry drank a beer and then walked up the stairs to look into the bedroom; he could see Michelle on her back with James pounding away on her.
Michelle caught Harry’s eye and smiled, moaning for James to fuck her harder.
He went back down the stairs in turmoil, not able to comprehend if he was turned on or disgusted with his wife’s antics; he went for a walk around the village in an attempt to clear his head.
He walked back into the kitchen, only to find James fucking Michelle over the kitchen table. He was ramming into her from behind, her heavy breasts swaying as he picked up the pace they bounced around more.
In a momentary pause, Michele looked over her shoulder, “Hi honey, we won’t be long.”
Harry’s 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 and neither of them seemed able or willing to stop. He wandered away to the living room still hearing the continued rutting until they disappeared back upstairs.
***
It was 7pm when James walked into the kitchen and sat down looking exhausted.
“Wow…. what a woman, she has nearly worn me out! We decided to have a break, Michelle will be down shortly. How’s the footy game going?”
3-2 to United. I think… I am not really watching it.
James shuffled on his chair a bit, “Have you guys ever done anal?”
“We tried a few times but neither of us liked it much, it wasn’t really our thing.”
“Ah right, I was curious and was just thinking of asking her, if that would be ok with you.”
“Up to her I guess, haven’t seen her for a while.”
“Ah right sorry if we are excluding you, we can involve you in a fuck later on. She’s bound to be up for another 3 Somme”.
“Will she indeed!” Harry failed to stifle his irritation, being informed when his wife would be available and what for.
James knew he had made a mistake and tried to recover, “She really does love you, talks about you a lot and is worried about you.”
“She must be quite chatty while fucking you all the time.”
“What can I say, she loves cock as well,” the intended joke landed flat.
Harry glared at James, “I think it’s time for you to leave!”
James knew better than to argue and quickly disappeared back upstairs
***
Michelle walked in a few minutes later and sat next to Harry.
Have you asked James to leave, he’s getting dressed and saying he has to go, he said you seemed upset… I don’t understand?
“Do you know he wants to stick it up your arse?”
“Yeah he mentioned something about it earlier.”
“And?”
“And I’m not sure; it wasn’t really for us when we tried. I might let him try if you don’t mind but not if you’re upset or anything.”
“Oh you noticed I am here then and my opinion matters.”
“Ah right, I see now; I am sorry, I got a bit wrapped up in him. I am sorry for excluding you.
Just then James poked his head in the door, “Right I’ll be off, ermm thanks for today, I hope everything is ok.”
They heard the door close as he departed.
Michelle was worried; leaning into Harry she kissed him, “I am your hot wife aren’t I. I know you loved seeing me like that… being well fucked, he was an absolute machine, and it was so hot when you walked in. I love that it turns you on too and…
Harry interrupted, “You should remember I am not a cuck.”
The comment and barely contained anger sent a shiver up Michelle’s spine, “I know that baby, you can have me whenever you like, but we are exploring our desires and boundaries, I am sorry if I got it wrong.”
“Let’s see: you fuck him for five hours and ignore me after the first 20 minutes… what could possibly be wrong! And then he tells me when you might be available and what you might be up for!”
“I didn’t think you would want me after… well after he filled me the first time.”
“Get over the kitchen table, now!”
“What?”
“You heard me, take your robe off and get over the table where he fucked you.”
Michelle was worried but complied, dropping her robe and leaning forward over the table, she parted her legs and waited for Harry to enter her, she wasn’t sure if she was more nervous or enthralled.
Smack.
“Ouch, what the fuck!”
“Stop whinging you deserve this you slut.”
Harry started spanking her hard and repeatedly. As Michelle tried to squirm away he held her in place and continued the punishment.
“Jesus Harry that stings.”
“It’s supposed to; don’t- ever -disregard -me -again.” He spelt out the words with a spank to emphasise each one.
Harry saw the butter, he dropped his jeans and scooped some on his fingers and smeared it over his cock and Michelle’s rose bud.
“You’re not.”
“Oh but I am, you were going to give it to your boyfriend, so there shouldn’t be a problem, or are you saying otherwise.”
“No, it’s fine, you… you can if you want.”
It took numerous goes but he finally entered her. Michelle’s sensations and emotions were all over the place as Harry started fucking her up the arse.
“What am I?”
“Not a cuck… your my husband, my stag.”
“That’s right, and I get to decide who and when you fuck. I won’t be excluded and you won’t ever be seeing James again.”
“Yes, yes! I am yours, I’m sorry babe… you’ll always come first.”
They landed in a heap on the kitchen floor afterward…weirdly cuddling given the base nature of their coupling.
Michelle’s panic started to subside; she had never seen her husband so annoyed.
“I have never seen you so angry… or so dominant.”
“You pissed me off; I’m sorry if I went too far or was too rough.”
“Don’t be, it was my fault and I quite liked your solution. I’d rather that than have us argue or risk losing you, I am absolutely all yours.
***
They needed time to sort out their feelings, it was months since the encounter with James and they decided on a much needed vacation, settling on a Far Eastern cruise they had talked about for years.
Harry loved how sexy Michelle looked in the elegant evening gowns she had bought for the formal dinners on the cruise. It made Harry realised he was missing seeing the sexual side to his wife.
To their surprise they were invited to the Captain’s table on the second night. Harry noted all of the women at the table were very attractive. Michelle was seated next to the Captain. He was a suave and charming host and clearly loved being the centre of attention. All of the women including Michelle seemed to be hanging on his every word.
The Captain danced with all the ladies at the table, and then asked Michelle for a second dance. Harry could see Michelle looking at the Captain with an infatuated smile. He leaned in and said something into her ear.
As she sat down afterward next to Harry Michelle whispered.
“Would you like to rediscover your hot wife; the Captain has asked if I’d like to see his suite.”
I don’t think so Michelle, I don’t like him, he’s an arrogant twat. He pretty much ignored all of the male guests and thinks he can have anything he wants.
Michelle looked disappointed.
If you want to play, try the Junior Officers sitting to my left, they seem like decent guys.
Michelle looked over, “Wow they are kind of cute, don’t you mind?”
“No I’d like to see that side of you again if I am honest.”
“Do your mean flirt or seduce.”
“I guess we’ll see how good you are.”
The Captain was clearly irritated as Michelle stood to dance with one of his officers. When another cut in on the second dance, Michelle was delighted, the Captain less so.
As they returned at the end of the dance, the Captain ordered both officers to check the status on the bridge and support the night watch, giving a look which emphasised it was an order not a request.
As they left, he turned and asked Michelle for the next dance, only to be told all further dances had been reserved for her husband. Harry did indeed lead Michelle to the floor, holding her close in a dance.
“Thank you for complying with my wishes.”
“It’s fine, this is something we do together or not at all and I know you were right about him.”
They made love with passion and intensity that night.
They started enjoying their time on the ship declining further invites to the Captain’s table.
Three days later Michelle sat between the two junior officers on the couch in their suite. She kissed each in turn and continued stroking two very hard cocks, while two pairs of hands roamed all over her, before they undid her bra and began kissing and sucking on a breast each.
She looked up to Harry, “Can I bed them both?”
“You certainly can my delicious hot wife, show them what an experienced woman can do. I’ll be back in two hours, make sure you are done by then and don’t completely exhaust yourself, save some energy for me.”
“Ok Hun, see you soon.”
Michelle had thought she would be the one in charge of their marriage when this all started. She could control Harry like all men through their desire for her after all. But that’s not how it worked out, far from it. Harry was assertive, in control and she loved it, she would do anything he asked. She wanted to explore but only with him involved and the outcomes so far were as unexpected as they were exciting.
She thought back to the their previous limited sex life, it sent a shiver down her spine. She knew it couldn’t last forever, but for now she hoped their adventures would continue.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the Junior Officer slide his lovely cock into her and another bobbed in front of her face.
End.