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"Mature Games"
   by Stuart Nayes


Stephen:

I am a 59-year-old and my wife Kim is 56. We have been married
for almost 35 years and our children are all grown, married and
moved away from home. We are both professional people with a busy
life.

Kim is a very attractive woman with black hair, 5'6", weighs 54
kg. She has been always slim, kept her figure with diet and
exercise. We have a very good life, busy with our work and
friends and never a boring moment. Our love life has been always
very low-keyed, more to do with her up bringing, brought up as
the eldest daughter of a Presbyterian church minister. It has
been me who always initiated making love. Kim was always a
passive partaker. It does not mean that she does not enjoy it.
She has made the 'right' movements and noises now and then to
make me realize that she does enjoy it. But she has never
acknowledged it in so many words. I have to think back to
remember when we did sleep together, last. The fact that we do
not have sex regularly has not been a problem until few months
ago.

It all started when on one of the rare occasions when I decided
that we would have sex. I went through the usual foreplay I do to
bring her to a stage of excitement. But, when it came to the
stage when I tried to have intercourse in the usual missionary
position, my penis, which was fairly stiff until then, became
flaccid. It was a great shock to me, as it has never happened
before. I tried to think of all sorts of erotic things to excite
me and thus regain my erection, but to no avail. It kept slipping
out of her vagina and Kim realized what was happening. She was
very understanding and told me not to worry about it and that was
the end of our sex that night.

The fact that I could not have an erection bothered me so much
that within two days time I wanted to have sex again. Kim was
surprised that I wanted it in the middle of the week, but she did
not object. When it came to the stage of penetration, my penis
failed me again. I was past the stage of getting annoyed. I was
furious. It upset me very much and whatever Kim tried to say to
pacify me did not make it any better. For the first time, I tried
to talk about sex with her and tried to apologize to her for my
inability to satisfy her. She laughed it off saying it did not
worry her at all, pointing out that it was me who always wanted
satisfaction and she was more than happy not to have any sex.

This problem kept worrying me and I realized that it was on my
mind all the time. I had to do some thing about it. I was not
prepared to take Viagra because of some medical problems I had
and it was not worth the risk. I came to a decision and sat down
with her to tell her about my proposal. I put forward to her that
she should have an affair with some one who will be prepared to
be discrete and possibly even to come home and spend the time
with her and to keep it unknown to any of our friends and
contacts. She was horrified about the idea. She felt that I was
over reacting to something which was not a real problem, and she
was not going to give any consideration to my proposal at all.
But, I kept at her, nagging her, God only knows why, until to
keep me happy, she reluctantly agreed to the idea. Now we had to
work out the details. I knew that she on her own would not do
anything. So I took upon my self to find a 'suitable' person. I
was thinking of all the possible 'candidates' and suddenly the
name of Sam came to my mind.

Sam is one of our oldest friends. He and his ex-wife Marie were
family friends from the time we came to this town. They have been
separated for more than 5 years. We still see him now and then
and I know that he was not seeing any one in particular. The hard
part was to convince her that it was going to be Sam. I knew that
Marie and Kim were good friends and she never had much regards
for Sam. As I expected, her first reaction was 'no way'. I tried
to reason out with her how safe it will be with him able to come
home and even if some one sees them together, no one will think
much of it, as we have been family friends for a long time.
Convincing Sam was easier as he confessed the 'he always had a
crush on Kim!' That did not make me feel any better. Anyhow we
finally decided to meet for a dinner at an out of town
restaurant. The plan was for Kim and me to go together and Sam to
meet us there.


Kim:

I was not happy at all with this arrangement. I could not
convince Stephen that I was not really worried about his
'problem' or what he calls as his 'disability'. Sex has never
been an issue with me. It was probably because of my Christian
up-bringing. One has to understand what it is to be growing up as
a church minister's daughter. I was a virgin until I married. In
fact Stephen was my first and only man. Sex was all new to me and
it took me quite some time to start to tolerate it at first, and
then even to enjoy it to a certain extent. But I have to confess
that I did not ever feel the need to have sex. It has been always
Stephen who initiates it. Frequently I used to say no to him and
try to avoid it if I could, especially when I was very tired.
Anyhow it was very infrequent; I can't remember if we ever did
more often than once a month in the early stages. As the years
went by, it became even less frequent.

I was not certain what was going to happen on the first date. I
imagined it would be just an occasion for us to talk in general
and probably for me to start to feel at ease with Sam. We don't
see him much these days anyhow. I dressed very conservatively, a
modest blouse and skirt and nothing fanciful with my bra and
panties.

We went to the restaurant where we were supposed to meet him. He
was already there. When he saw us, he got up, welcomed us with a
hand shake for Steve and a peck on my cheek, drew the chair for
me to sit next to him and sat opposite to us. We ordered drinks
and started chatting with each other. It was all very pleasant.
Sam could be very charming if he wants to be. That is how Marie
fell in love with him even though he was older than her. We
talked for quite some time and unwittingly I drank a bit too
much. I was feeling quite high and elated. We finished the meal
and were on to the desserts when I suddenly realized that his
hand was around my waist. I did not expect that he would make the
move so soon and more so in the presence of Stephen. I did not
say anything; anyhow Stephen could not see what was happening
from where he sat. I concentrated on finishing my dessert and as
I pushed my dessert plate away I felt his hand on top of my
blouse, feeling my breast. At first I was shocked. At the same
time I was also very embarrassed because there were people around
even though we were at a corner table and it were out if the
sight of other customers. I tried to gently push his hand away
but I realized that it was not going to move anywhere. I was not
sure Stephen noticed it or not, but he showed no sign of being
aware of it. I looked at Stephen and he looked back at me. I knew
that he was aware of what was going on. Sam slowly undid the
lower button of my blouse, all the time carrying on the
conversation with Stephen. I had a mixed feeling of shock, anger
and something else, which for a minute appeared to me as a sense
of excitement.

I was angry with myself for feeling excited by what was going on.
I felt numb and let the things take their own toll. I could feel
his hand moving under my blouse and reaching my breast over the
bra. He was bolder now as he squeezed the breast. I noticed him
winking at Stephen and then he bent down and kissed me on my
neck. Stephen was pretending, as if he did not want to know what
was happening. Sam then bent down and whispered in my ear to go
to the change room and take off my bra and panties. I blurted out
"What?" There was genuine anger in my reaction. He repeated this
time aloud enough so that Stephen also could hear. I looked at
Stephen for his response. He looked at me and said very softly,
"It is up to you honey." I was angry more at Stephen than at Sam.
I pushed Sam's hand away, buttoned my blouse, got up and walked
to the rest room. I went into one of the toilets and sat down on
the toilet with my hands holding my face. I realized my life was
not going to be the same. I sat there for some time then got up,
composed my self and took my blouse off.  I removed my bra and
put the blouse back on. I could feel my breasts pushing against
my blouse, no longer restrained by the bra. I also pulled my
panties down to my ankles and slipped out of them. I put both the
pieces of cloth into my handbag. I did not want to get out of the
toilet as I felt naked without my underwear. Finally I gathered
enough courage to walk out of the toilet and had a quick look at
the bathroom mirror. It was obvious to any one looking close that
I did not have a bra as my nipples were pushing against the
blouse. I have always been proud of my breasts; even at my mature
age there were fairly big and firm, not sagging too much.

As I walked back to my table, I felt as if the whole restaurant
was staring at me. I was angry with my self for having placed in
the situation I was in; also with Stephen who I blamed for
starting it in the first instance and at Sam for his arrogance in
pushing me around. Stephen and Sam were deeply involved in
conversing they did not see me coming back. When I reached my
chair, Sam looked up at me. I could see him staring at my bosom
and the smile on his face showed how much pleased he was. I
looked at Stephen and it was obvious he was embarrassed about the
whole thing. He got up to leave saying that he had some work to
do and asking Sam to drop me back at home. But Sam asked him hold
on. I did not know what he had in mind nor did Steve. As we left,
Stephen stopped at the counter to make the payment.

Sam took me by the hand and led me out of the restaurant. As we
stepped out, the wind was fresh and gently blowing; I felt
refreshed after being inside the stuffy room. Sam had his arm
around my waist and held me against him. I wished I could run
away from the place and hide somewhere. He gently kissed the top
of my head and said how happy he was to be here.  He went on to
explain he always fancied me from the time he met me many years
ago. He kept complimenting me about my looks, how lovely my smile
was and how well I was groomed. Despite my anger, I felt very
flattered by all his remarks. It was so long since Stephen has
said anything to that effect. The effect of the alcohol plus all
the things he was saying was getting to my head. Stephen was
still inside the restaurant. Sam said let us take a walk along
the pavement. With one arm around my waist and the other holding
my hand, he led me.

It was very romantic, and for the first time I started to feel at
ease. Suddenly he stopped, turned towards me, took me in his arms
and kissed me on my lips, first lightly then more passionately. I
tried not to respond, but against my better judgment my body
started to react. I did not try to push him or pull away from
him. I started to respond tentatively at first, but soon I was
kissing him back with equal fervor. We were standing at the
pavement holding each other and with our lips locked onto each
other. I could not believe what I was doing. It was magical and I
don't know how long we were in each other's arms, but, as we
broke off from each other, I saw Stephen standing near by, trying
not to notice us.


Stephen:

As I walked out of the restaurant I could see neither Kim nor
Sam; I walked along the pavement and when I went around the
corner I saw them in each other's arms and passionately kissing.
I was surprised at that, as I expected Kim to be still angry with
Sam for making her do what he did. I did not expect things to go
this far to be honest on this occasion. Further more, Sam's
attitude surprised me to a certain extent. But from what I saw,
Kim seemed to have accepted it and have moved on.

Sam turned to me and said, "Let us go for a drive." He wanted to
go in our car and as I got into the drivers sear Kim and Sam got
in the back seat. I asked him where he wanted to go, and he said
to take somewhere quiet and lonely. A mixed feeling of envy,
embarrassment and jealousy was creeping into me. As I drove the
car around towards a nearby park area, I was aware of what was
going on in the back seat. I could see quite a bit of it in the
rearview mirror, as I could not avoid looking for the traffic
behind me. Kim's blouse was wide open exposing her breasts and
Sam had one arm around her and with the other he was squeezing
one of her breasts. I could see Kim's face; she had her eyes
closed and it was obvious from her looks she was enjoying it. A
few moments later, I saw Sam kissing her neck. I know how much
she loved being kissed there. I kept driving and heard Kim softly
moaning. All I could see was the back of Sam's the head, his face
turned towards her chest but not see what he was doing. Then I
realized that he was sucking her breasts. Kim's moaning became
louder and I saw him moving from one breast to the other while
squeezing the other one. I felt guilty that I was spying on them
but I could not help it. I was getting excited myself, seeing Kim
in another man's arms. The slurping noise of his sucking was as
loud as her moaning. I kept driving, nowhere in particular.


Sam:

I thought I had all my Christmases coming together, when Steve
rang me and mentioned what he had in mind. I have known Steve and
Kim for many years and we were close family friends when I was
married to Marie. I have lost the contact after the divorce. Kim
has always been a very attractive woman and I have to confess
that I always fancied her. She always had a lovely figure and an
especially ample bosom. I always had difficulty keeping my eyes
off her cleavage and Marie always used to tease me about it.

When we met in the restaurant, all the pervious desires I had for
her returned and I could not keep my hands off her. I may have
overplayed my hand when I asked her to take off her underwear and
I knew that she was angry with me. But when she went ahead and
did so I knew that I had the upper hand. I wanted to make the
best use of the advantage I had. When we came out of the
restaurant, I played the role of the romantic lover and before
long I knew I had won her over. When we got into the car, it was
already getting dark. I was not sure whether Stephen could see us
in the back seat, but I really did not care.

As soon as we got into the car, I put my arms around her and she
moved closer to me. I smiled at her and she shyly smiled back at
me. I took her face in my hands and kissed her full on her lips
and she put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer to her.
Our lips were glued together and she opened her mouth to receive
my tongue. Our tongues probed each other's mouth hungrily and
were intertwined with each other's. She was hell of a kisser.
When we pulled away form each other we were breathless. I was
aware of her breasts pushing against her blouse without the
restrains of the bra. I took hold of her tits with both my hands
and squeezed them. She smiled.

I undid the blouse and exposed them both. They were a beautiful
pair, quite large but still firm despite her age and the nipples
were thick and erect surrounded by big circles of brown areola. I
grabbed them and squeezed them, first gently then harder, while
watching her face. She liked what I was doing; they were soft but
still had a fair amount of firmness. We kissed while I was
playing with her boobs and she showed her appreciation by her
gentle moaning which made me feel that I was on the right path. I
bent down and kissed one of the nipples and she gave a loud moan.
I started to suck the nipple. It hardened under the touch of my
tongue. She held me tight against her bosom while her moaning
increased as I kept sucking. I am sure Stephen would have heard
what was going on and the fact that we were doing it in his
presence made it even more enjoyable to me. I went from one
nipple to the other sucking and chewing and even gently biting
them. She did not object except for at one point she whispered
that it was hurting and I eased off a bit. I squeezed and sucked
for a long time, now and then surfacing for a breath.

I gradually slid my hand under her skirt. She has lovely legs,
slender and soft but still firm. My hand traced the smoothness
until it reached her pussy. She parted her legs to let my hand
continue its exploration. She was not very hairy. She must be
clipped and the patch of hair was quite wet. I slid my finger
gently into the opening of the cunt and she suddenly gasped as my
finger touched her clit, which was snuggled under the folds at
the upper end. She moaned "Oh Sam" as I took hold of the clit in-
between my thumb and index finger and stroked it. I have never
come across a clit which was so distinctly recognizable. It
hardened as I fingered it and her moaning was loud and was
encouraging. "Oh please don't stop honey." she kept saying. I
inserted two fingers into her pussy. It was quite wet and slid in
very easily. My fingers felt all around the smooth surface of her
love hole. She was uncontrollable with her moaning and with her
hand, kept pushing my hand deeper into her cunt. "Oh Sam, Honey.
Deeper please." My penis was getting excited and was pushing
against my pants and I wanted to fuck her badly. I asked Stephen
to stop the car. We were next to a park and there were hardly any
other cars around. It was quite dark by then. I asked him to get
out of the car and keep an eye for any onlookers.  He didn't need
much of a prompt to do so. I think he was not keen to be around
when I fucked his wife. He stopped the car by the side of the
road. He got down and went to the front of the car and stood
facing away from the back seat.  Steve's car was a station wagon,
which had this back seat which reclines and merges with the floor
of the boot and gives adequate room for two people to lie down. I
grabbed the cushion which usually Kim uses to sit from the front
seat, and placed it for her to lie on and I lay down next to her.


Kim:

I was out of control. I have never felt this way in my life. As I
mentioned before, sex was just a duty and chore for me all my
life and I cannot say whether I really ever enjoyed it. Sam was
pushing buttons in me that I never realized I had and was making
me do things that I have never done before. As we lay down in the
back of the car facing each other, I had no doubt what was going
to happen and to my surprise I wanted it very badly. Sam kissed
me forcefully, first on my lips and then my neck and he moved
down. His faced was buried in the valley between my breasts. I
held him with both my hands. I loved the warmth and the smell of
his body, which was very appealing. He hungrily sucked on my
nipples. I reached for his pants and tried to undo the fly. I
could feel his errection pushing against his trousers. He stopped
for a minute and undid his pants and pulled them down to his
ankles.

I put my hand on his penis, which was making a tent against his
silk undies. I grabbed it and I could feel it growing in my hand.
Even at his best, Stephen never had such a big and thick penis,
and in the past few years, it has been nothing much to talk
about. I pulled the undies down and his penis popped out. It was
really enormous. I could just manage to hold it with my hand. It
was warm and was pulsating in my hand. His hand was rubbing
against my pussy and I was soaking wet and wanted him inside me.
I murmured "Let us do it, honey."

He kissed me and said, "Okay sweetie." and climbed over me. I
separated my legs and he went on his knees facing me and gently
put his penis at the mouth of my cunt. I was already wet and it
slid in very easily. I held on to his bottom and pulled him
towards me. He started to move in and out in rhythm; first it was
slow and gentle. I close my eyes. It was a heavenly feeling I
have never in my life ever experienced. The whole body was warm
and tingling and I did not want him to stop. I cried out loud. I
was sure passers-by could hear us, but I did not care. I moaned
and groaned and was urging him. I have never used such words
before. I cried out,"Fuck me. Fuck me."

He increased his tempo. I am not used to Stephen able to keep his
errection for so long. I had multiple orgasms. Lost count of
them. I knew that he was going to come soon as he also started to
moan. Stephen never makes any noise while lovemaking and thus the
moaning of Sam excited me. I pushed my groin to coincide with his
thrusts and we were in harmony. I felt as if my groin was going
to burst when I felt him coming inside me. It was like an
earthquake and my whole body shuddered. His cum was warm and
sticky and was flowing down my legs

He did not stop but kept moving in and out for another minute or
two. I could hear my screams of passion, it sounded so strange to
me. We stayed in the position holding onto each other for quite
some time. The release of all the pent up emotions made me so
relaxed I must have nodded off for a few minutes. When I woke up
I noticed that he had moved from on top of me. He was pulling his
pants on. He helped me to tidy up. I still had my bra and panties
in my handbag but did not bother to put them on. We got down from
the car. Stephen was till standing where he had been. I am sure
he would have felt the movement in the car and heard all our
passionate groaning. I couldn't see his face in the dark. Sam
pulled the back seat back to its original position. Stephen got
into the drivers seat and started the car. We drove in silence.
Sam held my hand all the while and I had my head resting on his
shoulder. It was so relaxing and I felt good. We reached the
restaurant. Sam said he would get down and get his car. He
turned, held me tightly and kissed me passionately on my lips and
I kissed him back. I did not want him to leave but I knew that it
was best to leave then. He whispered that he will ring me, said
good-bye to Steve and got down. When Sam was out of the car,
Steve turned to me and asked me whether I was okay. I mumbled
yes. We drove home in silence. When we reached home, I got down
and went straight to bed. 


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