Loading...I’m sitting here wondering what tomorrow will bring. My stomach has been hurting me for months and I finally made a doctor’s appointment. I must admit I’m a little scared. Cancer is too dominant in today’s society. Maybe I just have a stomach problem. Time will tell.
I’m a sixty-three year old man who has been married for forty-two of those years. My wife is now sixty-six.
I’m looking back on my life wondering what I did right, and where I was wrong. Right now I’m kind of only looking at the sexual side of my life. Funny how I could put my whole sex life in just a few pages. Of course being married forty-two years kind of limits the amount of sexual escapades one has. Still it’s been a rush, if I may say so.
I lost my virginity in my senior year to an old girlfriend. I guess I should say I had my first fuck at that time. There were a few blow jobs and a hell of a lot of masturbation going on before that.
In college my life began to have a new meaning. I tried to score and was fairly successful till it started hurting my grades. “Less sex, more study,” was what my dad told me. I wanted to be a teacher. I succeeded and am now retired from my chosen profession.
I might ramble a lot in telling you my story. Please bear with me, because I have to type it as I remember it, or I might forget it. Don’t want the readers to lose out on hearing about such quality sex. That’s funny – quality sex – most of my younger days was quantity, get it while I could, sex.
I met and married my wife in my junior year of college. The sex with her was – how should I put it – fantastic, great, loving, wonderful, and yes, it was in abundance, for quite a few years. In the last six years, there has been hardly any sex. I can count on one hand the number of times we tried without the greatest results. We’ll get into that little later. Sickness, a soft dick, lots of reasons for no-sex.
I should change that last statement. I’ve had no intercourse with my wife. I beat my meat damn near daily. I feel like a fool, sitting here reading stories on a small screen while I jack off. A hell of a way to remember your sex acts. It’s pitiful!
Let’s get back to better times. Linda, my wife was fantastic in the sexual department. My name is Charles. As a kid I went by Chad; as I got older, I told everyone to call me Chuck. I liked that name; it rhymed with luck, suck, and fuck. I could make a lot of jokes about myself using Chuck. You’ve probably heard a lot of them so I won’t waste your time repeating them.
Linda and I had a lot of sex, love, intercourse, sexual relations, call it what you want, but we had a lot of it especially in our early years. We did it most anytime, and any place, when we got a little privacy. I remember doing it on the washing machine, while it was agitating. In an elevator, on the beach, in the pool, it was great fun. We did it right up to the delivery time of all four of our kids. Of course they’re all grown with families of their own. Eight grandchildren is what we have now.
I remember when we were in college and she told me she was pregnant. She was worried I wouldn’t want to get married. I told her how much I loved her and that it would all work out alright. Money would be a little tight till I got out of school with my teaching degree. We weren’t able to go many places but we still had sex a lot. Our parents helped us out a little with the money situation. Thank God for parents.
Back to my sexual thoughts. I’m like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, when it comes to sexual thoughts. I have two complete opposite opinions on the subject of my sexual thinking. Let me try and explain.
If I had to live life all over again, I don’t know which I would choose. The upright standing man who lives the good clean life, Dr. Jekyll. He might be the deacon of the church. No sexual wavering, and only the one sexual partner. He would be honest, true and full of conviction toward his life, family and friends. Sex would only be monogamous. I would sometimes think that this was God’s plan, and I would follow it.
Then, there’s the Hyde side. I would be an arrogant prick, get all the fucking I can get, any woman, anytime, anywhere. This is the sexual fantasy man. The wife swapping, group sex, do it all and hell with everyone. The Devil made me do it sort of guy. Where was I in my life? I literally thought about both type of lives.
I lived a fairly decent life. I strayed a couple of times and felt bad about it. I was a decent family man, and I do go to church. My students all said I was a good teacher. To most people, I’m a good person, but I know my sexual thoughts were not. Does that make me a hypocrite?
Let me explain some of the dark side. I was a school teacher for around thirty-five years, teaching these high school girls. Who wouldn’t get thoughts? No wonder they instituted dress codes. These gals in short shorts and mini skirts. They had bodies of women, many of them of legal age, but I was their teacher. They looked up to me. In my earlier years, I was close to being propositioned. The way the girls worded it could be misconstrued. “Mr. Long, I’d do anything to raise my grade.” Or, “Mr. Long, is there anything I can do for you to increase my grade?”
I knew what they meant. If I had to do it all over I wonder if I would have taken advantage of the situation. I know in my awake fantasy dreams, I took these girls many times over, but in real life I was Mr. Long, the nice and helpful math teacher.
I often wonder if it is just me, or a few guys like me? Do most men fantasize like I do? I’ve seen a number of x-rated movies. I got hard-ons after watching them. I would never swap mates with anyone. My Linda was great. As I mentioned earlier, we did it all the time. In my fantasy though, I gave Linda to a number of guys. Afterwards she always told me I was the best. Other men could fuck, but only I could make love to her.
In my dreams she probably fucked a hundred men, but in real life, I was the only man since we were married. At least that’s what she told me and I have no reason to doubt her. I know if I ever found out she was with another man it would damn near kill me. I know I would kill the son-of-a-bitch. It’s so weird with this dual thinking personality. Nice guy on the outside, pervert on the inside.
I mentioned that Linda and I haven’t had sex in about six years. It started with Linda having female trouble. She ended up having a hysterectomy. I was worried shitless that she might die. I didn’t know much about female problems. She was told, or at least she told me, no sexual activity for at least six months.
Eventually she felt better and one night we tried but she said it hurt too much. So, we quit trying for awhile. Then when we tried again I wasn’t able to get a hard-on. It really bothered me so I went to see the doctor. He told me it was probably the stress in my life. He ran tests and said there was nothing physically wrong with me. I had to try and worry less and maybe change some of my habits. I had no idea what he was referring to. Other than my sexual thoughts and my teaching job, what was there to change?
Then, as we talked we figured that I was afraid of hurting Linda and so the stress made me not get hard. I decided to try masturbating and had no problem. The doctor was probably right, I didn’t want to hurt my wife.
I tried having oral sex with Linda and I became hard. I then inserted my penis very slowly and she told me it didn’t hurt but she really didn’t feel anything. It was just uncomfortable. It’s a pretty big turn off hearing that from the woman you love. We tried a few times after that with the same result. I couldn’t turn on the woman I loved anymore. No matter what I tried, it didn’t work. I wanted to try a few more times but Linda didn’t want to. She said that part of our life was over.
As far as I know she never knew about the few affairs I did have. Only one of them occurred in the last six years. It was at a teachers’ convention about four years ago, the same year I retired. The woman’s name was Martha and she was from another state. We were sitting at the same table and well… things just happened.
We went up to her room and I lived out another of my fantasies. Oral sex with someone other than my wife. We also had anal intercourse. It wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. Sounds funny when you say it, “Anal sex, not cracked up,” makes me kind of laugh. Anyway, Linda and I tried it a few times and her ass was just too tight and it hurt like hell. I mean it hurt both of us. Anyway, Martha must have been used to it because the pressure wasn’t near the same as Linda’s ass.
Martha was in her thirties and divorced once. She was married to an accountant back in Indiana. If she fucks other men like she fucked me, her marriage probably isn’t far from being over again. I have to say, I loved it – the sexual freedom of fucking another man’s wife. It was great, but then I thought of Linda. What if she did this sort of thing? Now I was back on a downer. I had cheated again on Linda. It was something I promised myself never to do again. The last time was about three years earlier.
It was at another convention. I had way too much to drink and I met a number of women that night. It was the first time I had sex with someone other than Linda since we were married. I had two women that night, which was great while it was happening but when I got home and saw my wife smiling at me I felt like I just hurt someone I loved. I promised myself never to do it again. I kept that promise for four years and then because the chance presented itself and I hadn’t had sex in over two years, I cheated again.
Linda and I were now at sexual odds. She stopped me from making any advances toward her. She was always saying she was sick and not feeling well. I told her we needed to talk about it. She told me how much she loved me and how the sex throughout our marriage was great. “All good things come to an end,” she said.
“What do you mean, Linda? You’re through having sex or making love.?”
“Charles, I love you with all my heart. Our love life has always been great. Since the operation a few years ago and then taking this arthritis medicine, I don’t feel anything anymore. I guess my nerves down there are pretty much gone. I’m always dry and it hurts. I’m an old lady in my sixties now and I just don’t want to do it anymore. I want you to understand that it is not you, it’s me. Please try and understand.” Did you notice she called me Charles and not Chuck? She never liked calling me Chuck. Not a big thing, but thought I would mention it.
“Isn’t there anything we can do? Use KY Jelly, or an ointment of some kind? See the doctor, maybe he can prescribe something or see if there is something wrong with your female parts?
“Charles, I go to the doctor nearly every month. There’s nothing wrong with me down there. There’s just very little feeling, so the playground is closed. We can still cuddle and hug and kiss. I love you but I just can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry.”
She started to cry, which of course brought tears to my eyes. I loved her and of course I didn’t want to hurt her. So we continued on with our life. Of course behind closed doors I began masturbating while reading erotic stories. Linda knew what I was doing. Of course she didn’t agree with it but I needed the sexual release.
We argued a little about it, but I told her the alternatives were few. I didn’t want to cheat on her, we definitely weren’t going to get divorced over it. She didn’t like oral sex at all, so that left me with one alternative – masturbate. She asked me why didn’t I try and find something else to occupy my time other than all the stuff we did together. She belonged to women’s clubs and church groups. She also walked a couple of miles each day with a few other women. She suggested maybe I could occupy myself that way.
I told her I was thinking about joining the health club and asked her if she wanted to join with me. She smiled and said she did enough exercise with the ladies but thought it might be a good release for me and besides I was starting to gain a little weight.
I went and joined the local health club. I went three days a week for a couple of hours. I went on men’s day which was Monday’s and Wednesday’s, and I went on Friday’s which was for singles or couples. I was enjoying it. It helped me release a lot of tension. I would do light exercise and usually use the sauna. When I got out of it, I felt invigorated.
The club had three saunas. One for men, one for women, and one for couples. One Friday I went to go into the ‘men only’ sauna, but it was pretty filled up. I glanced in the window of the couples sauna and it was empty, so I went in and sat down. I only had on a swimsuit and I had my towel around my shoulders. The door opened and a woman came in. A nice looking gal in a one piece bathing suit. She was maybe in her mid-forties.
“Mind if I come in? There seems to be an abundance of women in the other sauna today,” she said.
“By all means, come in. I had the same problem with the men’s sauna. I guess there’s not a lot of couples or they didn’t want to be together,” I laughed.
“My name is Margaret. I’ve belonged to the club for a few months now.”
“I’m Charles but prefer to be called Chuck. It’s nice to meet you, Margaret. It’s nice to be talking with such a pretty lady. I’m sorry, maybe that was forward of me,” I said.
“Not at all, Chuck. It’s nice to be complimented. I don’t get out much except for coming to the health club. I come here on Tuesday’s and Friday’s. It gets me a chance to get away for a few hours.”
She went on and told me that she was married but her husband was in an accident about two years ago. He was paralyzed from the waist down and spent most of his time in a wheelchair. She had two children who were now young adults, married and on their own. She had one grandchild. She spent most of her time taking care of her husband. She loved him but had to get away once in awhile. Coming to the health club was a nice release for her. It gave her some personal time way from all the hustle of life.
The following Friday we both went to the couples’ sauna. I told her that I was hoping she would be there. I confessed to her that the men’s sauna wasn’t full and I was hoping to see her. She laughed and said the same thing about the women’s sauna. She told me it was nice to have someone to talk to.
She told me more about her family. Her kids lived about an hour away and stopped by a couple of times a week. She talked to them on the phone regularly. Her husband was able to do most things for himself. From the waist up he was a normal person. From the waist down he had no feeling. She had tears in her eyes when she told me this. About two years before he had fallen off their roof and severed something in his back. It was really hard for them to adjust the first year, but now it was their lifestyle.
They did things together but he was always in the wheelchair. I was wondering about their sex life but didn’t think it was my place to ask. I was looking at her while she talked. She was a nice looking lady, not beautiful but nice looking. Seeing her sitting there in a bathing suit was making my mind wonder. I wasn’t paying much attention to her talking till I heard her say, “Am I responsible for that?”
I looked down and saw that I had a hard-on. God, I was so embarrassed. I quickly grabbed my towel and put it on my lap.
“Margaret, I’m so sorry. God, I feel like a pervert. I’m so sorry. It just happened. Please forgive me,” I asked.
“Chuck, I’m glad to know I could still do that for a man. You don’t need to apologize. Your wife should be happy when you get home,” she smiled.
“I wish that were true. It’s been quite a few years since we made love. She said she just didn’t feel it anymore. It’s one of the reasons I joined the health club, to get my mind off sex. I’m sorry, but you are a very attractive woman and I couldn’t help myself.”
“Chuck, I haven’t been with a man since my husband’s accident. I really love him but unfortunately I still have the sexual feelings. My husband had an implant but he doesn’t feel anything either. It’s just not the same. It’s like using a dildo on myself and it’s just not for me. I know my husband Bill feels bad about it, but not much we can do. He even told me he would understand if I had an affair. He told me he didn’t want to lose me and if I ever needed to go outside the marriage to do it, that he would understand.”
“I take it you have never done it? Gone outside the marriage, I mean?”
“No, I almost did it once, but the guy just seemed so arrogant. He was pissed after I told him no. Bill actually set it up, but I just couldn’t go through with it. It didn’t seem natural being fixed up that way.”
We didn’t say anymore about it that day. The following Friday, Margaret didn’t show up. I felt like I chased her away. Even Linda noticed I wasn’t as happy when I came home. I just told her I was thinking and that my mind was in another place. It was; it was picturing me in bed with Margaret, but instead, she didn’t even show up.
The following Friday I went into the couples’ sauna by myself. After about twenty minutes, the door opened and Margaret came in. She could see the smile on my face as she sat down.
“I missed you last week, Margaret. I was wondering if I said something that chased you away.”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. I had to take Bill to the doctor last Friday. I forgot to mention it to you last week. Chuck, I have something to ask you.”
“What is it, Margaret? You can ask me anything. It seems that we became really good friends. I’ve told you things that I’ve never told anyone, not even my wife.”
“Will you have sex with me? I know it’s forward of me to ask but after our last talk, I’ve been thinking about it. You don’t have to make love to me. I know we both love our spouses. I need to try it one time. I’ll understand if the answer’s no.”
My God, I didn’t know what to think. I promised myself to be true to Linda but here was a good looking woman offering herself to me. I knew it wasn’t easy for her either. After our many weeks of talking to each other and telling each other many secrets we held to ourselves, I couldn’t refuse.
“Margaret, let’s do it one time and see how we feel about it afterwards. If either of us wants to back out at any time, the other must honor it,” I replied.
We agreed and left the club to go to a small motel on the outskirts of town. We walked in and Margaret took off her swimsuit. Unlike most women, she looked better without her clothes. As I watched her undress, my member was getting very hard. She looked at me and smiled, knowing it was her that was doing this to me. I knew it meant a lot to her to know she could turn me on like that. I had a hard time removing my suit which brought a short laugh from Margaret. It kind of put us both at ease.
I told her what a beautiful body she had as she laid down on the bed. “Margaret, I know we are just good friends and we don’t love each other like we do our spouses, but I want to make love to your body.”
With that said, I began kissing her breasts. It’s funny thinking back when our relationship started. We have to this day never kissed each other on the lips. I guess deep down we reserved that for our spouses, as funny as it may sound.
I made love to Margaret’s breasts. For being in her forties, they were still fairly firm although not big. Her nipples jumped to attention as I slowly sucked on them. I took my hands and massaged and cupped her breasts, as she was moaning out loud. We had decided to completely let ourselves go, being as loud or noisy as we wanted. I worked my way down to her muscled tummy. The gym had tighten those stomach muscles. I buried my face into her tummy and licked and pressed my lips into her stomach. Her moans and groans were getting loader. The more she groaned, the harder I worked on her.
I worked my way down into her valley. “Chuck, it’s been so long since I’ve been eaten, my God, it feels so good.”
I ate on her vagina. I sucked and kissed her pussy for all I was worth. As I was pushing my tongue into her, she climaxed with one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever felt a woman have. She squirted her juices all over my face but I pushed my tongue back into her till her spasms stopped. I wiped my face off as she was recuperating and then raised her legs in the air and quickly buried my member deep within her.
She screamed out with joy, “Give it to me, Chuck, fuck me, give me all that pent up juice. I know you need to come as bad as I did, come on, honey, give it to me.”
I let loose with a load of pent up cum. I screamed out how good it felt and then felt Margaret coming again. Her pussy became tighter as she used her pussy muscles and squeezed the juices from my cock. We decided not to use condoms since we have both been faithful to our spouses and she was beyond worrying about getting pregnant.
When we finished coming, we rested for a few minutes and then took turns taking a shower. We talked about it afterwards and neither of us felt really bad about it. For us it was just about the sex and not about love. We agreed to think about it for the week and talk about it the following Friday.
It’s been going on two years now since we started being fuck buddies. We don’t flaunt it. We meet on most Fridays in the sauna and just talk like old friends. About once a month we go to the motel, room number six, we pay for a half day. We have our sexual release and then go our own ways. Margaret said she and Bill get along great now. She doesn’t feel the pent-up pressures and he seems happier with her. She says that she thinks he knows something but never questions her because she is always there for him.
Linda and I get along great. She has told me that she thinks I’m a much happier person since joining the health club and I should keep doing whatever I’m doing. She even told me I looked much more in shape and quite a bit slimmer.
Linda and I lead an active life. We spend time with the grandchildren and we go out to dinner often. We play cards with friends and do many other things together. At night we still sleep together and we kiss and cuddle all the time. She is glad that I don’t spend as much time in the computer room with the door closed. Our life has improved considerably since I started going to the health club, but I know it’s getting rid of the pent-up sexual frustration around once a month with a very dear friend.
Now I don’t advise this type of relationship for everyone. It works for me and Margaret. In its own way, it has improved our relationships with our spouses. Many people will disapprove of what we are doing, I know that, but what are some of the alternatives? Please don’t judge us. We are doing what we feel is best for both our marriages. Our spouses agree on our lives being better since joining the health club, but of course as far as we know they don’t know about our sex buddies.
Now I’m worried about my doctor’s appointment tomorrow. My life is finally going good and now I have the stomach problem. Linda said she thinks I’ll be alright, probably just indigestion. Margaret told me last Friday that she would pray for me. She told me she had a stake in my health also. After all, we are fuck buddies.