"Honey?"

 I looked up from the morning paper and looked at my wife, "I got laid last night!"

  I almost choked on my eggs when my bride of twenty-two years said those words to me.  I don't know what my facial expression was, but on seeing it Jamie frowned:

 "It's what you wanted, wasn't it?  You told me to do it."

 I washed down the mouthful of eggs with coffee and then smiled at her, "Of course I did.  You just caught me by surprise.   To be honest, I'd forgotten all about it since I never thought you would do it.  I take it that you had a good time?"

 The frown went away and was replaced by a big smile.  "Did I ever!  He was able to get it up three times and I'd probably still be there with him if he could have gotten it up more." 

I flinched inside when she said that because the truth of the matter was that I was not all that happy about it.  I did not want her fucking other guys even though I had told her it would be OK and that I'd like her to do it.  Christ!  The only reason I gave my approval was that I was sure she would never do it.  I guess I did not know Jamie as well as I thought I did.

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The seed was planted the day we were married.  I was fourteen years older than Jamie and I had warned her when she started pushing to get married that the age gap was going to be a serious thing as I got older, but she pooh poohed the situation and that we could work through it, love would conquer all, etc., etc.  Well, it came to pass as I had predicted.  At sixty-two I had erectile dysfunction and couldn't get it up any more and at forty-eight she wanted to fuck all the time.  I tried Viagra, but it had some side effects that didn't do me much good so we only used it sparingly.  I did my best to satisfy her using dildos, vibrators, fingers and tongue, but it only took the edge off - it did not satisfy her. 

After a year of such manipulations it was clear that Jamie was so frustrated that was ready to explode and so I did the only thing I could do - I suggested that she take a lover.  She had been shocked at the suggestion and had protested that she could never do such a thing.  I, of course, was happy to hear that because I was afraid that if she took a lover I might lose her (selfish of me, but what can I say?).  Well, it was water over the dam now so I'd better make the best of it.

I smiled at Jamie, "Tell me all about it." 

Her story was as old as time.  She had called me to tell me she would be late and she had stopped for drinks with some of her girl friends.  They had gone to a 'titty bar' that was having a male stripper night and she had gotten quite high on vodka martinis.  One of the male dancers had made a play for her and amid shouts of "go for it" and "take him on Jamie" from her friends she had agreed to have drinks with him after he got off work.  She ended up following him to his apartment.

 "We were both so ready that we skipped foreplay and went right at it like dogs in heat.  I was so wet with anticipation that he slid right in.  We hadn't been at it for more than a minute before I came for the first time.  He, his name is Randy; he lasted a good ten minutes and brought me off three more time before he came.  I sucked his cock until I got him hard again and then he did me two more times before I came home.  He wants to see me again.  Is it OK with you?" 

The image of Jamie with another man's cock in her mouth flashed through my head and for the first time in over two years my dick started to get hard without the help of Viagra.  I stood up, letting my robe fall open to display my erect cock and as a wicked smile came over Jamie's face I said something that I would never have expected to hear coming from my mouth:

 "Only if I can watch!"