I believed that I had just received a “hall pass” from my husband. Unfortunately, it came too late. Little did he know that Peter and I had already taken that big step.

Peter smiled at me and said, “Sit. Let’s eat.”

By now, I was quite famished. “Let me get dressed and have some of that delightful-looking lunch.”

“Please don’t,” he said as he placed a folded towel on my chair. “I only have a short time to enjoy ogling your beautiful body. I don’t want to miss a minute.”

“Oh pooh. I’m just an old dame with sagging tits, who doesn’t always act her age.”

“I’m sure, when you were young, your breasts were high and perky; now they have grown wonderfully larger and softer, and even more lickable.” He leaned over me and kissed both nipples, sending another thrill down to my pussy. “Now, let’s eat.”

As we ate, we chatted about ourselves. Peter seemed very interested in my marriage. I was busy studying his nice slim body.

“You and John seem quite in love still. Last night, I observed a lot of touching and hand-holding between you two, more like newlyweds than a couple who have been together for years. Personally, I can’t see myself staying with one woman for life, particularly without sex.”

I felt the need to defend John. “Who says we don’t have sex? John is a terrific lover, just without deep penile penetration. Just this morning, before I came here, he gave me a wonderful orgasm orally and came at the entrance of my vagina. His libido is as strong as ever, and his imagination is very fertile. He gets quite aroused often, just not very hard.

“In truth, I have had my share of postmenopausal issues, and my sex drive has been low. You seem to have awakened something in me that was dormant. Please don’t spoil it by dissing my husband.”

“Well, if his text is any indication, I would say you are a fortunate woman, and well matched. You now seem to have his blessing.” We had finished our late lunch.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“It is a common practice to take a siesta after lunch to pass the hottest part of the day, then take a walk on the beach in the cool of the evening before dinner. Shall we relax for a little while?”

That sounded very nice; the sun, the wine and the sex had taken their toll on me. “Is that a euphemism for more sex? Because I could really take a nap.” He chuckled.

“Not at all. I regularly snooze after a morning in the sun, not to mention having sex with a beautiful woman. Let’s do it.”

Peter laid a towel over the wet spot from our earlier sex and crawled in, holding the covers open for me. Then he spooned me and nuzzled my neck before I dropped off to sleep in his arms.

I dreamed that John joined us and gave us both head until we came in his mouth, then he kissed Peter, before fucking me with his miraculously recovered erection.

I woke with a hard dick between my thighs and a hand on my breast. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Peter’s eyes were open, “Is this for me?” I asked, touching the tip of his cock with my finger.

“It’s all yours, but I suggest you wait until after our walk and dinner. I have limits too you know; I might only have one more round in me tonight.”

“Can I play with it? It’s been a long time since I had a hard cock in my hand or mouth. I promise to stop short of making you cum.”

“Be my guest.” He raised the covers and rolled onto his back. He really has a lovely cock, very different from John’s. His big purple head is a mouthful for me, and his balls are shaved clean, soft, and full.

I gave it a once-over, noting how veined his shaft is and how I could detect his heartbeat in his glans. Then, looking him in the eyes, I slipped my lips over him and sucked. He closed his eyes and, leaning his head back, moaned happily.

Before long, he said, “Oh god, I want you to suck me ’til I cum, but don’t do it. Let’s save it until later. Shall I lick your pussy for a while?”

I raised one leg to give him tongue access, then I worked my way down his cock to his balls. Although he has ample hair on his abdomen and a luxuriant bush above his cock, his balls and his ass are bare, the balls soft, with wrinkles that attract my tongue.

As I moved down to his taint, his little pink puckered star looked too good to miss and his moans told me that I was exploring new territory for him as well as for me. His licking and kissing me mirrored my action on him.

Just at that moment, Peter’s doorbell rang. He groaned and swore, but pulled on a pair of shorts and went to answer. I closed my eyes and lay there waiting for him to dispatch whoever it was. I heard a few murmurs, then quiet.

“Ahem.”

My eyes popped open to see John, my husband, standing beside the bed. Oh my god! He’s come to drag me home. But is he grinning? I was alarmed.

John sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in as if to kiss me. I turned my head, knowing where my mouth had just been. I also covered myself with the sheet, knowing too, that my breasts had visible bite marks.

“That’s not the greeting I was hoping for from my wife,” he said. “Are you unhappy that I came?”

“No, no, just surprised and feeling a little nervous, and I guess, a little ashamed of what I have done today.”

“I couldn’t stay away. The images running through my head ruined my ability to concentrate on anything but you. I don’t mean to stop you from whatever you are doing, and I must say that you looked radiant until you saw it was me.”

“Where is Peter? You didn’t hurt him, did you?” It was a stupid question; John is a peaceful man and much older than Peter.

“I think he is giving us a little alone time, knowing that it might be somewhat awkward between us. And, I guess he is right; do you not want me here?”

“Oh, John, no. I just don’t know what to say to you right now, seeing where I am, and my nakedness.”

“Well, I had a pretty good idea what might happen today, and I am happy if it was as good as you hoped, but I couldn’t stay away any longer. I have fantasized about this happening for years, but couldn’t bring myself to tell you.

“I wanted to share it with you, not sit home imagining. I can see from the look of you and the bed that you have been well fucked. Is he good in bed? Does he have a nice cock? What have you two been doing for almost twelve hours together?” The questions came in an avalanche.

My head was spinning now with all manner of images, none of them good. I was relieved that John did not seem to be angry, yet I was not happy that he was here just then, and not wanting to talk about me and Peter.

“I’m not meaning to cock-block you, you know. If you want me to go, I will.” He seemed genuinely contrite.

“No, you are my husband, whom I love. What I did today was wrong. Let’s go home now; let me get dressed.” I waited for him to leave the room, not wanting him to see my naked, used body.

But he didn’t take the hint, so I took the sheet when I went looking for my street clothes. I closed the bathroom door, and sat for a long time on the toilet lid, all manner of things playing in my mind.

I delayed as long as I dared before opening the door. John was no longer on the bed. Nor was he in the living room, only Peter was.

“Where’s John?” I asked, confused.

“He went home. Said it was a mistake to come, and that you should stay. He’ll see you tomorrow.” Peter’s expression was inscrutable.

For a moment, I thought John had abandoned me, until I remembered that we had driven here in separate cars. Still, his leaving felt like a condemnation of me.

“I have to go,” I told Peter.

“I understand, but please go home proud, don’t let this special time we have had be ruined by guilt. I don’t want that and I don’t think your husband does either. He loves you and is happy for you, he told me and apologized for intruding.

“I expect to visit you two in Tucson later this winter, and I don’t want it to be awkward.” After a rather chaste kiss, he closed the door behind me.

I didn’t start the car immediately; I sat mulling over the last 24 hours:

Had John detected a spark between Peter and me at dinner last night?

Did he invent the golf game so I would go alone to the beach?

How long has he wanted me to cuckold him; does he really mean it?

Do I resent his intrusion, and finally, what do I want now?

I knew the answer to the last. Yes, I was annoyed at his showing up here, and I didn’t want this wonderful day to end yet.

Just at that moment, there was a tap on my car window. Peter stood there looking confused. “You haven’t left yet.”

“No, I’m deciding what to do.”

“Well, I’m on my way to dinner. Come join me while you figure it out.”

We had an excellent dinner at his favorite French restaurant, during which I made up my mind to go back with him to his place for the night. He had not pressured me but was delighted by my decision.

I texted John, “See you in the morning,” and added a smiley face emoji. Under the table, I felt for Peter’s cock. Sure enough, it was hard.