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I met my husband, John when I was a sophomore in college. He was the proverbial older man; a forty-year-old widower with two teenage sons. Boys my age had always seemed immature to me so when he hit on me in the local coffee shop I was intrigued. I was a virgin although I had relieved a couple of my earlier dates with my hand to prevent “blue balls,” whatever that is. I enjoyed a sense of power when they neared their climax and spurted gook all over the back seat but otherwise, I didn’t feel much excitement. John changed all that with his slow, tender lovemaking. I soon learned the joy of sex with a real man.We got serious pretty quickly. My parents were dismayed with the situation but soon became resolved to it and grew to love John finally. We married within six months of our first date. His sons were quite amused to have a step-mom nearer their age than their dad’s; plus I was a great help with homework while I finished my degree. John owns his own business and when I graduated I became his business manager.Now, fifteen years later, my only regret is that, because John had had a vasectomy, we never had a child together although the sons are providing grandkids for me to enjoy. And a fringe benefit of no child-bearing and lots of time in the gym is that my figure is nearly as tight as when we met. It has been a wonderful relationship and life together couldn’t be better.Not surprisingly, after fifteen years with the same sex partner, things have become rather routine. I know that John sometimes watches porn in his office. Once I followed his browser history to a site of women cuckolding their husbands. I was intrigued but he hasn’t spoken of it to me so I respect his privacy and haven’t done it again. Anyway, I could never humiliate him like that.Lately, John has begun to bring up fantasies while making love; things involving other men. It excites me but I couldn’t really imagine sex with anyone but him. On occasion, my own imagination gets active when I see an attractive man but I have never seriously contemplated straying.Recently on a very hot Friday morning, John said, “Let’s go up to the mountains for a weekend in the cool air. We’ll take our clubs and play some golf.” So, off we went, I called ahead for a room in our favorite motel while he drove.We went directly to the golf course and ate lunch there waiting for a tee time to open. The course was busy so they paired us with another twosome: a tall handsome black man and a local teenage boy who is on his school golf team. John and Frank, the other man, hit it off immediately and I soon was a fifth wheel as the guys got into the game. It turns out that Frank had been a nationally ranked college tennis player ısparta escort until a smashed knee from a car accident ended his career. Now he reps a sportswear manufacturer, going around to golf courses, gyms, etc. They exchanged business cards. By the end of the round, we learned that Frank was staying at our motel, so John invited him to have dinner with us.We went to our favorite Sushi restaurant together. During dinner, the banter continued and at times bordered on suggestively sexy. I think that John gets a kick out of seeing other men come on to his sexy young wife. I tried to remain demure and composed but I couldn’t help sneaking occasional glances at Frank with a less than chaste eye. I don’t know if he noticed, but I’m pretty sure that John did. Frank was very slim and well built with touches of grey at the temples but otherwise short black hair. He was perhaps forty years old. We managed to drink two bottles of wine with dinner.Back at the motel, we said goodnight and Frank went to his room. In our room, I asked John if he would like to go to the hot tub. He said he needed to do a bit of work on his laptop first but sent me on ahead. I half suspected that I would find him conked out on the bed when I finally gave up waiting in the spa for him.Not long after I had settled into the hot water with a sigh, I heard a voice say, “We meet again. May I?” It was Frank. As he hung up his towel, My eyes drifted from his broad shoulders down over his rippling abs to the bulge in his skimpy suit. My stomach did a little flip. “Of course, come on in. John said he would be along but I know golf tires him out so I’m not sure I should expect him,” I replied. He sat down opposite me; I had to pull in my feet to make room in the small tub.“I don’t suppose a round of golf is too much for you at your age and excellent shape,” he said.“No, but my feet get a little tired.” Hearing that, he reached down, picked up my foot and began to give it a gentle massage. I gasped initially, then simply sighed with pleasure. Even in my slightly drunk state, an alarm went off in my head, but I was enjoying the rub too much to stop it. I lay my head back and closed my eyes in ecstasy.After a couple of minutes, he placed my foot in his lap and reached down for the other one. As he bent forward his “package” pressed against my foot. I could feel his penis which was definitely getting hard and, without thinking, I pushed into it. The sudden realization of what I was doing caused me to recoil. I pulled both feet away from him and sat up. Just then a young couple arrived to use the spa. I stood and stepped out to make room for them. Frank got out too. hakkari escort We draped our towels over our shoulders and walked toward our rooms.As we walked away, he asked if John and I would like to have a drink with him in his room. “Oh, I expect to find him snoring on our bed with his laptop on his chest. He isn’t as young as he used to be.”“Then won’t you join me? I hate to drink alone.” It was still early and I couldn’t think of a reason to say no, so I said ok. His room was right across the parking lot from ours. I decided not to bother John.As soon as the door to his room closed, Frank turned, took me in his arms and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I’ve been wanting to do that all afternoon,” he said. After momentarily looking into my eyes, he kissed me again deeply. His lips felt soft and warm and wonderful. I let his tongue slip between mine. I felt the heat from his body through my wet bikini top making my nipples get hard. The kiss lasted long enough for me to reach up and caress his neck while our mouths enjoyed themselves. When we separated, I could feel my cheeks getting red with a combination of arousal and shame. In my embarrassment, I said, “I have to pee.” It was lame but I needed time to get my head around what had just happened.He replied, “Okay, I’ll go get some ice for our drinks,” and he left before I could say anything more. I felt hot and disoriented. I ran onto the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the toilet lid. What in hell was I doing kissing some strange man in his hotel room in my bikini and enjoying it so. I couldn’t think straight and was suddenly shivering. I turned on the shower, stripped off my suit and stepped under the hot water.A few minutes later I heard him return and I wasn’t sure if I had locked the door so I got out of the shower. There was a motel robe hanging on the door; I put it on and stepped into the bedroom. Frank handed me a drink, pecked me on the cheek and said, “A quick shower sounds good to me. I’ll be right out.” I suspect he wanted to give me time to be sure what I wanted. He went into the bathroom but didn’t close the door completely and stripped off his suit. When he bent to open the tap, I could see his cock. He was definitely bigger than John; a lot. My hand shook as I took a sip of my drink.The whiskey hit me hard and I suddenly panicked. “What in hell am I doing here? I’m a married woman and this man clearly wants to fuck me.” I would never cheat on John. I put the drink down and ran barefoot across the parking area to our room. I had to knock to be let in because I had left all my stuff behind in my panic.When John opened the door I rushed into his arms and babbled, bingöl escort “You don’t know what I almost just did.”He held me and said, “I think I do. I was coming out to the spa when I saw you go into Frank’s room. I have been sitting here imagining what was happening over there.” That is when I realized that he was naked and his cock was aroused. I kissed him deeply in an effort to cancel my bad behavior.“Nothing happened. I guess I have had too much to drink.” I went and sat on one of the bar stools, ready to apologize further for my indiscretion. Just then there was a noise at the door. John went and opened it to find a motel laundry bag with my things in it at our door. He leaned out and called, “Come on back, Frank. We were just discussing you. Come have a drink.” Apparently, he was turned on thinking about what Frank and I might have been doing.Frank came to the door wearing shorts and a tee-shirt and looking very sexy. John invited him to sit on the other bar stool. “Let me put on some pants and I’ll make the drinks.” No mention was made of his nakedness or his partial erection. Once again, I began to get a queer feeling in the pit of my stomach and my legs felt weak and shaky. Frank sat across from me without saying anything; he just looked in my eyes. I felt like I could get lost in these beautiful brown eyes. He pointedly avoided looking down to where the robe fell away exposing my knees and thighs and I’m not sure how much else.“Joyce was about to tell me what happened, or didn’t quite happen,” John said as he set glasses out on the counter. As he leaned over me to pour he grasped the sash of my (Frank’s) robe and undid it. The robe fell open, exposing my pubic area to Frank, only two feet away. I was paralyzed; the heat rising in my entire body but I couldn’t even try to cover myself. Frank seemed to be trying not to look down there, continuing to stare into my eyes.“You know, as I get older, I am less able to give Joyce all of the sex that a woman of her age needs. And I have been thinking that our sex life has become rather pedestrian.” Then he gently slipped the robe off my shoulders, leaving me completely naked. He continued talking but his words were drowned out by the roaring in my ears and my eyes dropped to Frank’s shorts where his growing erection was actually peeking out of his pant leg. My nipples were hard as little bullets and that feeling in the pit of my stomach was so intense I could barely breathe.After handing Frank his drink, John caressed one of my breasts with the hand that had put ice in our glasses. I shivered from the thrill as he gently pinched the nipple. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked. Frank could only nod his agreement as he stood up, his now hard cock pressing into my knee. He leaned into me and, looking to John, asked, ”May I?” John didn’t respond, he just gently pushed me toward Frank and stood back to watch. I looked over at him and got a smile and a nod.
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