I have some community projects that I participate in. My favorite is a semi-annual used book sale that I run to benefit our library. Often, when someone retires or dies, that person’s personal book collection is donated.

Throughout the year I and a couple of friends collect them and price them for the sales, where the public, book dealers and students come to buy. It is usually a fun weekend where several friends pitch in.

However, this year is a little different. For one thing, when John and I returned from our long visit to his son in Massachusetts, there was a large backlog of books waiting to be cataloged. In addition, while there I had made a cuckold of my husband with his son’s former schoolmate.

The book situation demanded a lot of my time, and my transgression occupied both John and my minds. After a couple of years of dealing with John’s age-related ED, being seduced by a younger man opened my eyes to what I have been missing. My libido seemed to soar since then.

Not only was it exciting and refreshing, it was actually, I think, the best sex of my life, and I think that I owe it to myself to explore the lifestyle further. I am not getting any younger and my opportunities are limited.

If this seems self-indulgent, it is due to changes in John’s cognitive capabilities that I have observed over the past year or more. I believe that I will face increasing burdens for his care and support as time goes on.

He is high functioning now, but his memory and ability to concentrate are diminishing and he has little patience when things go awry. I love him and willingly take on this responsibility, but will need to take care of myself too, and enjoying my renewed libido is front and center.

John is aware of his changing status; we have discussed it but he refuses to see a doctor, saying it has an inevitable outcome. He does puzzles and plays games to keep his mind active.

The last few years, I have sublimated my sexuality to being a loyal wife and good citizen. Since returning home, I believe that I have reassured John of my love and that he is the most important person in my life besides me. However, I have been texting with Peter, the man who seduced me in Old Orchard, ME.

Peter wants to visit here soon and I want to spend time with him. I will introduce the idea gradually and lovingly as soon as the book pricing is caught up.

One characteristic of John’s state of mind is an aversion to change. A pet peeve of his is updates to his phone or computer software and unnecessary security procedures. I try to help him make the required changes.

One day, as I was at the library pricing books for the sale, John called me, upset at some computer issue. I was working with a friend, a nice younger man who I like a lot. Paul happens to be very tech-savvy through his work, so I put him on the phone with John and went back to pricing books.

When he hung up, he said, “I have agreed to go to your house and help your husband with his problem.”

He has always been eager to help me with the book project and I feel a certain motherly affection for him. He is quiet, shy, and always deferential toward me. At times I have sensed a puppy love vibe from him, which I have ignored.

He has always been proper in his interactions with me. With my new attitude, I am viewing him in a new light; I may become more responsive if he makes an overture.

We called it a day and went to my house, where I busied myself with housework and he and my husband sat together in John’s cave (we call it the Bat Cave because he has an inversion table there where he hangs upside down daily).

I prepared dinner for the three of us. At the table, John was quite loquacious, asking Paul about his life and expressing admiration for his technical skills. At our house, I cook the meals and John cleans up after.

He encouraged Paul and me to enjoy wine on the patio while he did the dishes. We took our glasses and sat on the loveseat together.

“Well, did you manage to pacify him and get him online?” I asked. “I’m very curious about what he does on the web.”

“Yes, the website he wants to navigate is not very user-friendly; it’s called Lush Stories. He is seeking a particular writer, but they all use pseudonyms, so it was difficult to hunt him down.”

Of course, I knew immediately who he was looking for. “Did you find the author?” I asked.

“I think so; his user name is ‘Peterbilt’ like the truck. Then we found a story called ‘A Day At The Beach’. Your husband says it is about you discovering your slutty side.”

I moved closer to him and said, “Tell me the story.”

He recited it in detail. It was a nearly verbatim account of my day with Peter. As it progressed, a bulge appeared in his pants. He closed his eyes when I laid my hand on the impression of his cock through them.

“I think you liked it,” I said. “Can you imagine me that way?” I squeezed his erect and nicely sized cock. The memory of my day with Peter brought a smile to my face, and my pussy was getting wet.

“Oh, my god, yes. I have masturbated many times to your image. I think you are the epitome of a sexy cougar.” Reading my story seemed to have erased his inhibitions.

Just then John came out and sat opposite us. “Is Paul giving away all my secrets?” he asked. I did not remove my hand from Paul’s member. The time seemed ripe for a reckoning between us.

“I think you gave away my secret,” I said. “He hasn’t told me that you want him to fuck me while you watch, but that is what is about to happen unless you get up and leave again. What did you two do in there?”

“We had a true confession session; he confessed he has the hots for you, and I confessed that it makes me hot thinking about you fucking him. I just need to learn to stick around for the money shot.”

John did not move, so I put my hand on Paul’s cheek and kissed him. He kissed back with his tongue probing mine. When I glanced back at John, he was smiling. He nodded his head in approval.

I stood up and went to my husband. I bent to kiss him and asked, "Are you going to be OK with this?" He plunged his tongue into my mouth while his hands began unbuttoning my blouse. I was not wearing a bra.

“I’m better than OK. I want this.” When my shirt was entirely unbuttoned, he leaned forward and took each of my nipples in his mouth in turn, then I stood and shrugged the blouse off; our patio is completely private.

“Why the change of heart?” I asked, holding his head to my breast.

“Paul is a true friend; he has worked with you for years and never tried anything because he knew you were married. He has ethics and I trust him. The other guy is a player, and I don’t trust him.” Does he not trust me anymore? I wondered.

I turned to face Paul and watched him undo his pants as John worked on mine. We dropped trousers simultaneously, then he came and took me in his arms.

“This is like a dream. I have wanted to do this for as long as I have known you,” he whispered. “You are beautiful. Please, may I fuck your wife?” he asked John. His hard cock was pressed against my belly.

John’s permission was no longer relevant; even though I had not yet made it plain to my husband, I was in full hot wife mode, but to my surprise, he smiled and nodded OK.

“Are you OK with John watching us?” I asked Paul.

“I am a bit nervous, but if that’s the price, I’ll pay it.” I turned back to my husband.

“Can you give us some time alone? Maybe come to us in fifteen minutes or so?” He nodded in agreement. “Thank you, darling.”

I took Paul’s hand and led him to our guest room. At the side of the bed, I kissed him while slipping his boxers off his hips, then slid to my knees. Oh my, what a lovely cock; it's uncut and just the right size for my postmenopausal pussy.

“I’m afraid if you touch my cock I’ll cum immediately,” Paul whispered.

“It’s OK. The first time is always tricky. Just let it go, or cum as the case may be. We have plenty of time for more.”

His nice cock was pinned to his belly; I had to pull it down in order to touch it with my tongue. Not accustomed to such youthful virility, I was afraid it might hurt from the stress, but not to worry, it was fine.

I slid his foreskin back and slid my lips over his glans, with the predicted result. He started to spurt and his knees buckled. I was barely able to hang on as he fell back on the bed, spurting the entire way.

I quickly put my mouth over him again and caught the last couple of pulses. He began apologizing before he stopped cumming. I moved up and gave him a cum kiss to stop his talking.

“It’s OK, that was a lovely surprise. Now you may return the favor.” I lay beside him and slid my panties off. He sat up and gazed up and down my body.

“I don’t now where to begin; you are so beautiful,” he whispered. Ever wanting to be helpful, I pointed to my pussy.

“Why not start there?” I opened my legs.

Paul picked up my near foot and kissed the instep, then proceeded to kiss his way north, alternating thighs on the way. By the time he reached the magic spot, I was squirming in anticipation and my pussy was leaking.

You can imagine what happened when his tongue hit my clit; I think I actually squirted. It startled Paul and he recoiled, making me laugh until finally, he joined me. That’s when my naked husband entered the room, his tumescent cock swinging as he walked.

“Come in, darling. We are having a hard time getting started. Would you show Paul how I like to have my pussy licked?” I crooked my finger at him.

Paul moved out of the way to watch. While John assaulted my pussy, I took hold of Paul’s cock, feeling it gradually grow hard in my palm. John saw it too and moved aside for Paul to move between my legs, but not before he had me ready to accept him.

The moment of truth had arrived; his glans spread my pussy lips smoothly as he pressed it in, not stopping until he was fully registered. We fucked until he came for the second time, then John cleaned things up for us.

Sad to say, while the experience was very pleasant, it had a ‘kissing your little brother’ quality due to our long friendship and working relationship.

Fucking Peter, on the other hand, has a forbidden mystique that I intend to experience again soon.

I can see that it will take some special TLC to keep John feeling secure and happy. I hope I can cover all those bases.