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Hotwife Tales
(Kelly Addams)

"Do you think we've become boring?" It was Sunday morning and hazy sunshine crept through white net curtains to light the bedroom.

"No, but maybe a little predictable." Imara replied quietly, "Is that what you think? Boring?"

"Of course not!" Andrew laughed as he pulled her close, "I'm just thinking of you baby."

In reality he had been thinking of the age gap, fifteen years between them. Imara had just celebrated her twenty fifth year, he on the other hand had watched forty slip away some months earlier. An article that he had read during an hour of boredom in the local doctors waiting room had set him thinking... it was the usual dross found in generic women's magazines, basically the differences between sex drives. Women supposedly peaking in their late twenties to early thirties, and were forecast to be at their horniest at thirty five... whereas men, they had the greatest drive in their late teens ??" early twenties... and after that, well, it would be a steady decline from that point on. He had taken that article with a pinch of salt dismissing it as utter crap... but it had sown a small seed. He looked at his young and eager wife, a young and beautiful woman climbing toward her peak... then he looked at himself! When she reaches thirty five I'll be thirty years past my best. I'll be fifty!

It scared him! More so because he truly loved her... and the thought that frustration may tempt her to sneak away behind his back had pushed itself more and more frequently into his mind. How many times had she woken him in the early hours, her soft mouth working hard to spark a rush of blood, how many times had she offered herself to him at moments when he knew that he just couldn't manage to satisfy her... he had grown out of quickie sex, in his youth he would have happily slipped into a bathroom cubicle with her and, as she had so politely suggested, fuck the arse off her. But it's just not me anymore!

"So how do you suggest we spice things up?" Imara propped herself up on one elbow and grinned as her free hand sneaked under the covers.

Andrew had given this particular conversation a great deal of thought, he planned to push the limits of decency, but gently... in effect he was testing the water by presenting scenarios and tempting suggestions... the sort of suggestions likely to be grasped by a woman feeling desperately horny and unfulfilled.

"I'm open to suggestions," he chuckled, "You know me baby, I'm kinky!"

Imara returned his laugh and squeezed his soft cock. "Oh yeah, and when were you kinky?"

"Every time we go out and you are looking extra sexy... you know that regardless of where we are, every cock is standing to attention."

"Stop it," she giggled, "How can you say something like that, how do you know what other people are thinking?"

"Because I'm a man, and I think like a man... and believe me, when I'm looking at you and thinking about bending you over, lifting your skirt, then fucking you hard... I can guarantee that every man in the room with a pulse is having the very same idea. It's a kinky turn on to know that other men want to fuck my wife."

"It makes you horny? Thinking about that?" her voice was soft and casual, yet Andrew felt her grip on his meat tighten.

"You have no idea... I always imagine that when I see other guys staring at you."

"I think you imagine these things," she replied quietly, "I've never seen anyone staring at me."

"Believe me baby... it's every time we go out, and I struggle to believe you haven't noticed it yourself... that dress you have, the black one that's tight and like very fine fish net... have you any idea how see through that is?"

"It isn't!" 

"In the right light," Andrew nodded, "It's virtually transparent... put it this way, I never need to ask if you're wearing a bra or not... because when you aren't, everyone sees your nipples. And believe me, the guys really stare."

"You knew this, but you never told me?"

"I presumed you knew." Andrew saw her small smile forming. "You did know!"

"Maybe!" she giggled, "And maybe not. But I've got to admit you've shocked me, I didn't think something like that would turn you on."

"Of course it turns me on, I wasn't joking when I said the thought of another man fucking you turned me on."

Imara stopped massaging his cock and stared. "What did you say lover?"

"I said that other men wanting to fuck you turns me on."

Imara shook her head, "That's not what you just said, you said it turns you on to think about another man fucking me... not just wanting to!"

"A slip of the tongue," Andrew grinned, "But I suppose I can't say it wouldn't be a buzz, knowing you were getting fucked hard then coming home to get fucked again as you told me all about your evening!"

Imara studied his face for long seconds as she hunted for any sign of insincerity, before she relaxed and began to stroke his hard cock again. "You were right," she laughed, "You can be kinky!"