My wife Ann and I had talked about joining a gym for some time. We were in decent shape, but staying active was essential as we got older. We have been together for more than thirty-five years and still have an active sex life. The gym allowed us to stay active while getting to know others. We met several great people, and one of them was James. James was well-known around the gym and introduced us to nearly everyone. He was in his mid-forties and had been divorced on two occasions. He was humorous and had a charm about him that women love. He hung with Ann most of the time and often showed affection for her. He controlled her in a way, and Ann leaned on him.
James was extremely fit, and I could see why Ann admired him. He was an executive for a large company and had plenty of money. He helped Ann with several of her routines and gave her several tips. She appreciated his help and invited him to dinner. We had a wonderful time and spent most of the night laughing and enjoying ourselves. He offered to take us out the next time, and we considered him a friend.
We went to dinner a few weeks later. It was a plush restaurant, a place neither Ann nor I had ever been. We had a fantastic meal and sat afterward and chatted. Ann asked about his previous marriages, and he told us how bad his ex-wives were. She felt sorry for him and even tried to console him. James thanked her for her support and mentioned how he loved to find a woman like her. He thought the world of her and praised her for not looking a day over forty. His charm had Ann blushing at his every comment. She couldn’t stop talking about him, and I heard nothing but great things about him over the next week or so.
Ann felt more vibrant than I had seen her in years and found going to the gym extremely rewarding. She couldn’t wait to catch up with James, and he offered us tickets to an upcoming play and sporting event. We got to do and see things never thought possible, and Ann offered her appreciation for what he had done for us. He gained our trust, and we stayed in contact with him weekly. Then, one day, while Ann was at the gym alone, something unusual happened.
“James made a pass at me at the gym today,” she said.
“What? Are you sure it was a pass? He likes to be funny, you know,” I said.
“Yes, I am sure. He asked if I would like to go out sometime without you?” she replied.
That didn’t sound like the guy we both knew, but he is a man, and my wife is still pretty hot for her age. I could easily see him wanting her, and Ann admitted having a crush on him. I wondered if it was a miscommunication, but she thought otherwise. I have fantasized about seeing her with other men, and James certainly was good-looking and fit. He stood just over six feet and had a body most men envy. There is a vast difference between fantasy and reality, and I would be lying if I hadn’t thought about him being with Ann.
Ann thought the world of him, and I wondered at times if she had visions of fucking him. She might be quiet but has desires like most other women. She can be hard to read, but I never imagined her straying from our marriage.
I met James a few days later at a local establishment. We were there to watch a football game, and the place was packed. It had been halftime when he asked a weird question.
“Does it turn you on when men hit on your wife?”
He caught me off guard, and I sat there unsure how to answer him. He kept on, and I finally responded, “Yeah, in a way, it does. It is kind of exciting to think another man wants Ann.”
“Would you like to see her with another man? Have you had cuckold thoughts?” he asked.
“I guess, in a way, I have,” I replied.
As the second half started, our conversation turned back towards the game. I went home that night wondering if I had led him on. I hoped I didn’t give him the wrong indication, but there was nothing else I could do at that point.
A few days later, James helped Ann with her leg squats. He stood behind her and checked out her butt from behind. It had been quite arousing, and Ann stood there showing herself off, knowing that James was in behind her. I found myself getting turned on a daily, and my desire to see him fuck her rose with every passing minute. I tried to hide my desires from them both, but it was getting harder to keep it under wrap.
A few weeks later, and after another wonderful dinner, we returned to his place for a nightcap. He pulled out one of his many bottles of wine and poured us each a glass. We discussed various things as my wife sat there a bit giddy. My wife and I aren’t drinkers, and just one glass can have an impact on us. We were now on our second glass when I drifted off in a large, oversized chair.
Ann sat on the couch next to James; that was the last thing I remember. I must have dozed off for about twenty minutes or so when I suddenly awakened to see neither one of them in the room. As I got up to investigate, I heard moans coming from upstairs. I thought that was a bit odd, and I made my way upstairs. With every step I took, the moans increased. I hadn’t heard my wife moan out like that in years, and I made my way down the hallway towards his bedroom.
The door was fully open, and I am sure it was done intentionally. He wanted me to see my wife of thirty-three years lying across the side of his bed with her pants down around her ankles. He stood in behind her lovely ass and had his cock wedged deep into her. She seemed to enjoy it, and her cries filled his spacious bedroom. He rammed his big dick into my wife’s pussy for several minutes when he noticed me at the doorway.
“You like getting fucked in front of your husband?” he asked Ann.
I stood there, surprised, and he gave me a sarcastic grin.
“You want to cum for your husband, baby?” he said.
“Yes! Yes!” Ann cried out.
“Take it! Take all of my cock!” he grunted out as he fucked her even harder.
He now grabbed her shoulders and held them firmly. He rammed nearly every inch of his cock deep into her for the next few minutes, forcing my wife to cum all over his big cock right there in front of me. Ann screamed out into one of the most prolific orgasms of her life, and her body shook and trembled for a good minute. I stood there confused, and it took me a few minutes to grasp what was happening. I couldn’t believe how aroused I felt, and he continued to fuck my wife hard for another few minutes.
He then flipped her over onto her back and slid her legs apart. He stood at the side of the bed and forced his cock back into her. He fucked her with even more aggression and raised her legs high over his shoulders. He lifted her shirt and bra to expose her large breasts. My wife's tits are fabulous, and they thrashed about in a circular motion. She hadn’t been this aroused in years, and he continued to fuck her hard.
“You like my big cock, Ann?” he asked.
“Oh, God, yes! I love your big cock!” she cried out.
“You want to cum again?” he asked.
“Yes! Yes!” Ann cried out.
Seconds later, my wife screamed out into another earth-shattering orgasm. Her body shook uncontrollably as he fucked for another few minutes. He then slid her off the edge of the bed before him. She was wedged between the side of the mattress and his body, and he shoved his cock into my wife’s mouth.
“Suck it! Suck it hard!” he grunted out.
It wasn’t more than a minute or so later when I suddenly heard him moan out. He came deep inside my wife’s mouth before he moved away. His load slithered from the corners of her mouth, and I stood there in total awe. His security camera caught all of it, and Ann sat beside his bed, embarrassed and humiliated.
“Did you like watching your wife get fucked?” he asked as he walked past me.
I felt what it was to be a cuckold, and I never imagined seeing my wife with another man. It took her several minutes to regain her composure before heading into the bathroom to clean up. She returned a brief time later and grabbed her pants and panties. She didn’t know precisely how to react and felt incredibly embarrassed. The wine and the mood were too much for her, and we left minutes later.
I thought we knew James, but it felt like a setup. I should have known better, but I took him at his word. Ann was highly embarrassed and explained what had happened.
“You had fallen asleep, and he asked if I would like to see his bedroom. We headed upstairs, and he immediately moved in behind me. He ran his hands over my entire body and began to kiss me on the back of the neck. He had me under his control and bent me over the side of his bed. He yanked down my pants and fucked me immediately after that. You then walked in and saw the rest.”
“Did you even try to stop him?” I asked.
“No, I just blanked out. I am not sure what exactly happened,” she replied.
Her story didn’t shock me, and even though it left me highly aroused, I was worried about the grip he had over her. We saw James a few days later at the gym. He walked over and began to chat with Ann.
“Did you enjoy the other night?” he asked sarcastically.
“You know, I watched the video several times. You were quite the cougar. I am sure you would not want anyone to see it.”
Stunned and surprised, Ann looked at him and said, “You wouldn’t?”
“I won’t as long as I get what I want,” he replied.
James ran his hand down onto my wife’s butt and said, “You know I want to fuck you again.”
Several people were milling about, and Ann did her best not to let anyone see her. She felt vulnerable and stood there, highly aroused.
“I bet you like to cum right here?” James said.
“You are a big jerk!” Ann replied.
James slid his hand down into my wife's shorts. His finger quickly found her wet pussy, and he ran it deep inside her for nearly a minute.
“What are you doing?” Ann shockingly cried out.
“I am going to make you cum right here in front of everyone!” he whispered into my wife's ear.
"Oh, God!" Ann quietly moaned out.
I could see the head of his big cock inching to the top of his shorts. He moved in behind my wife and slid her shorts partway down. She felt the head of his cock against the crack of her butt and held firmly onto a piece of equipment for support. James rammed his finger deeply into her and said, “I bet you love for those young hunks over there to gang-bang you, wouldn’t you?”