Jim’s head was almost literally spinning. In the last two months, Cassie, his wife of more than thirty years has thought she might be a lesbian; began a secret affair with their friend while Jim was away, all the while fervently proclaiming her undying love for Jim, but did not stop seeing him after Jim returned home.

She had encouraged Jim to consummate an affair with a woman friend Then, just when he had decided to leave her for the friend Helen, she dumped her black lover Frank, promising to be faithful to Jim only.

All that was a lot to swallow, but Jim wanted very much to believe her; he loved her almost without reservation. They have been a couple since their early twenties.

When they were college students, he had been thrilled by her free wheeling attitude, her casual but enthusiastic love of sex; she taught him the ins and outs of love-making. But most of all he was in awe of her beauty and aplomb.

Men practically pronated themselves before her; she turned them away, yet left them happy for the experience. Jim’s chest swelled with pride that she loved him.

Now, thirty odd years later he wondered what the future would bring them. How could a man passing mid-life, whose physical capabilities were diminishing, satisfy a woman whose beauty endured and whose libido seems to be flourishing?

He had become complacent during their family-raising, career building years, letting sex take a back seat. Now that she is a GILF, can she resist temptation?

He is skeptical; wishes she would take up knitting, instead of yoga and exercise which has her at the gym frequently. But the physical results were undeniably great. He joined the gym to try to keep up, but his heart wasn’t in it.

Men, even younger men, kept telling him how lucky he was to have such a stunner for a wife. This did not reassure him.

Good old Helen, when they spoke on the phone, tried to reassure him of Cassie’s sincerity, but she didn’t know her like he did. Cassie was not accustomed to resisting her urges.

Some handsome guy was going to get into her pants eventually, Jim knew it; in fact, the notion aroused him. If she included him, he was all for it, but would she, or would she fly solo? He decided to get it out in the open.

“Are you content with our sex situation?” he asked.

“Why, are you not? Are you missing sex with Helen?” Her smile was lascivious, with a Groucho Marx eyebrow waggle.

“No, I’m more concerned that you are getting all the sex of the right sort that you need. I’m not getting any younger, I know.”

“Neither am I, we are the same age.”

“Well, you wear it a hell of a lot better me. I see the looks you get at the gym even when I am with you. I’m proud of how you look, and I know your libido is strong still.” Jim suddenly realized he might be digging himself a hole.

“You are worried that I’ll cheat on you.” It was not a question. “Or are you afraid that I already have?” This conversation was going South in a hurry.

Jim decided to shut up. Finally, Cassie grinned her impish grin.

“Well I haven’t and I have no candidate in mind. I promise that I will tell you if I become interested in someone. On that note, how are things between you and Helen?”

“We are still cordial; we talk about once per week; pretty mundane stuff,” he didn’t want to talk about Helen.

“C’mere, you big doofus, can I still get you hard?” She yanked her tee shirt over her head and pulled his face into her cleavage. She knows just what gets his motor going, and her tits are the right starting place.

He marveled that, at her age, she still had no need to wear a bra. Her luscious breasts drove him crazy with love and lust. She pushed him back onto the sofa and undid his pants.

In a trice, his cock was bumping her tonsils and her hand was squeezing his balls. After gagging a couple of times, she stood up and shed her shorts. Jim quickly stripped his pants completely off and reached for her hips, pulling her to him.

“Jesus, when did you start shaving your pussy?” He was shocked and alarmed.

“I just wanted to spice things up a little. Like it?” She lifted her foot, placing it on the sofa seat, “Wanna taste? That hasn’t changed.”

Jim leaned forward smelling her aroma, the one that still turned him on so. Sadly, he missed her neat pubic patch, but lick her he did nonetheless. He wasn’t going to complain about a bare pussy as long as she was offering it to him, not some hunk from the gym.

“You’re still the best pussy licker I know,” she told him as she settled on his lap.

How many does she know, he wondered.

Her pussy trapped his hard cock between their bellies and her nipples brushed his chest, sending thrills through them both. Her kiss nearly made him cum before he could get into her pussy.

But she lifted her torso and with unerring aim, snagged his glans between her pussy lips. Then it was “Katey bar the door”, she rocked her pelvis making her pussy entrance tighten on him and take him to the edge of cumming.

“Are you ready?” She asked. He just groaned; that was her signal.

She started pumping up and down on him for a few moments, then pulled them sideways, landing on her back under him without dismounting.

“Give it to me hard mister, I want your cum deep in my pussy, you hear?” Her legs wrapped around him, and she hooked her ankles together behind his back.

“Now fuck me you stud, fuck me so good that no other man has a chance.” She knew just how to tweak him emotionally. He did his best, just short of heart attack danger.

In the afterglow, she whispered, “You get the job done just fine, my darling, you’re man enough for me. I’ll let you know if you’re not.”

He was not entirely appeased, but resisted the urge to ask if Frank was still out of the picture. He thought that she didn’t appreciate how her refusal to give Frank up, in the face of his insistence, put him in second place behind her illicit lover, demoralizing him severely.

But that’s life when you are in love with a goddess. He will take it over dull, secure routine any day.