Mature Games 1

January 13, 2014 – 2:06 pm

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.

– To Be Continued –