Mature Saving My Marriage

When my parents found out I dated Carol, they were happy for me. She was pretty, polite, and a good student. Her father, George, used to own the largest Toyota car company in the area until his death from cancer 3 years earlier.

I liked Carol a lot. At 22 she was 5'5", 120 pounds, with dirty-blonde long hair and a gorgeous figure, with the highlight being her D-cup tits. She just finished her senior year in accounting. I was a registered nurse and alternated shifts in the local hospital.

Our life was managed based on our schedules. Carol's was easier to predict, but mine depended on changing shifts and other factors: Number of patients on the floor, nursing personnel on vacation or on sick leave, hospital budget, etc. As a result, being together for more than 2 days every several months was a rare treat. In fact, in our first year, we traveled only once beyond our state: It was on Carol's birthday, a trip to Hawaii's Big Island.

Before Carol, I had 2 serious girlfriends I had sex with. They lasted 8 months and a year and a half, respectively. Our sexual acts consisted of the usual positions: Missionary, doggy style, and oral, with only one of the girls agreeing to swallow my spunk.

The intimacy with Carol started slowly. I kissed her lips lightly on our second date, and French kissed her on the third. The first time I touched her breasts was on our 5th date, and our first sexual intercourse occurred on the 8th. Our trip to Hawaii was 4 months later. By then, we felt comfortable with our sexual life and did it about 3 times a week.

While in Hawaii, we stayed in Outrigger Kona by the seashore. It was the first time Carol allowed herself to drink the sweet Hawaiian alcoholic drinks and lose control. Over there, she went topless on Beach 67. On the island was our first time experiencing anal sex. It was a great 'us time,' and we loved every minute.

When we returned to Minneapolis, Carol went back to her pre-trip self. No longer agreeing to visit other clothing-optional places, no anal sex, and rarely swallowed my cum. I was disappointed and hinted we could do better. Her answer was, "Honey, we enjoyed Hawaii, but it's time to go back to reality."

In our second year together, we went to the beaches in Florida. Once, on South Beach, she took off her bra for half an hour and then put it on again, claiming she didn't feel comfortable despite countless women with much less impressive figures doing it. Anal sex she refused even on my birthday.

Despite not being totally satisfied sexually, we got engaged. On our wedding night, we had about 150 guests, most of them knew Carol and her Mom.

Carol's mother, Erica, was 44 years old, 5'6", 130 pounds, with wavy, shoulder-length brown hair, huge double-D breasts, and shapely legs. Her face was cute and with hardly any wrinkles. I suspected special treatments enhanced her younger look.

Erica was nice to me throughout the time I went out with her daughter and occasionally even flirted with me. I liked her. On our wedding night, I Danced with Carol 3 times and with Erica twice. I recall that on the second one, which happened to be slow, she leaned her head on my chest and hugged my waist. The result was that her massive chest crushed against mine. My cock reacted as if hit by lightning - It began expanding and extending, and soon it stood like a wooden flag pole between us. She raised her face and whispered, "Paul, honey, there is no better compliment a woman my age can get from a young, handsome man." I blushed and said, "Erica, it has nothing to do with age. You are a very sexy woman." She stared at me momentarily, likely trying to guess if I meant it a compliment for my wife's mother or really meant it. I remained serious and added, "I do mean it! I am hitched now, but you are the most attractive lady around." She smiled, "Now I know you are just sweet-talking to me. Look at all the pretty young girls here." I leaned into her ear and whispered, "I tasted young ones before. I say it again: You are one gorgeous lady, and I am jealous of whoever will capture your heart." She kissed my cheek, sighed, and joked, "Why didn't you tell me your thoughts BEFORE marrying my daughter?..."

After the wedding, Carol and I moved to a two story house near her mother's large home. The mother had a small Pomeranian dog named Rex. It loved to run in the yard, but to prevent bigger dogs, racoons, and coyotes harming the tiny pup, a 7 foot fence surrounded Erica's house.

Erica's home, or shall I call it a mansion, was a 3 story building with a large yard, a 10 yard swimming pool, a jacuzzi for 4, a gazebo, and a few fruit trees. It was too large for a single person, but Erica preferred to stay in the place she lived for many years.

Our new home was facing Erica's, which made our frequent visits easier.

In the first 2 months since entering our house, when I was working the evening shift, I sat on our first floor balcony, read a book, or use my computer. One day, Erica mentioned she wanted to have a small flower garden in her yard, and planned to do it herself. I offered to help, and she accepted with a smile.

The next time I had the morning off, I joined her to see the place she chose for the flowers. I thought the best place was in the front, but she preferred the area near the jacuzzi, saying, "Most mornings, I do yoga starting at 8 am, then shower, and go to the jacuzzi area and sit for an hour or more to get tan. I love the warm feeling of the sun rays on my skin. Later I use the pool and the jacuzzi before going back inside to do other things. So my plan is to have the flower garden in a place I can see when tanning."

"Erica, I didn't know you do yoga or that you tan every morning."

She chuckled, "There are many things you don't know about me. I do not blame you. Carol and you are young and focused on your priorities."

Later in the week, we went to a garden store and bought flowers she chose: Lavender, Yarrow, and Daisies. I helped her plant them in an afternoon when I was free. It took us a few hours, and we liked how it looked. The next thing was to wait and see if our efforts were worth it. We expected the Lavender to take 3 years before flowering, but Erica loved the smell and wanted them in the garden. The other two usually bloomed in the first year.

Carol and I settled into our new home comfortably. Each morning, after breakfast, Carol went to work in her new workplace - A large accounting firm that hired her as a trainee and promised good benefits with an optional promotion. I continued my usual shifts in the hospital and liked my job.

One morning, when I was free, I recalled Erica's flower garden. Not wanting to bother her, I went to the second floor and peeked through the window. The flowers were growing nicely, though I didn't see them blooming yet.

I shifted my eyes to the left and saw Erica. She was sitting on a Chaise lounger wearing a yellow bikini, a large straw hat, and large dark glasses. She was sipping a cold drink through a straw. Damn, she looked great! I continued ogling her impressive curves, noticeably, the massive chest. The bikini top could barely contain her jugs.

As I was watching, she placed the glass on a small table nearby, lifted her arms, and stretched her torso. The sight of her boobs moving upward with a glimpse of her dark nipples protruding through the thin material was enough to stir my pecker.

I have seen Erica before in casual and evening clothes, but never like that. She looked extremely sexy. And I don't mean sexy for her age - She was FOXY SEXY!

I forgot everything I was reading on the balcony before, and my eyes were mesmerized by her fantastic body. Ten minutes later, she began spreading suntan lotion on her shoulders. She did it slowly and methodically, gradually moving lower, putting more of the stuff on her upper tits. As she was doing it, the heavy mammaries swayed from side to side, revealing they were real and not silicon-enhanced. Next, she added more lotion and did her flat, soft tummy. I was jealous of her hand...

After fifteen minutes, Erica stood up, swam 6 laps in the small pool, and entered the jacuzzi facing in my direction. She removed the hat and the sunglasses, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the wall to tan her face. She stayed that way for a while and then entered her house.

I returned to our balcony and tried to concentrate on the article I was reading before, but Erica's voluptuous body kept popping and distracting me. As much as I tried, her humongous tits reappeared time after time. After a long moment, I gave up. I went to the bathroom and masturbated, cumming with a huge load of whitish goo.

The thought about Erica's figure stayed with me when I was at work. I returned home at 11 pm and was horny. I saw Carol in bed, watching TV, and hoped for a nice roll in the hay to relieve myself. However, she claimed she was too tired. I went to sleep frustrated.

Two days later, my morning was free again. At 8:30 am, I moved to the 2nd floor window, and saw Erica in her lounge chair again. This time she had on a skimpier, white bikini that highlighted her tanned skin. Her massive boobs bulged up, threatening to tear the top part. I prayed to god to rip the soft bra, but to no avail.

My prick was at full mast, and I was bobbing it as I continued watching the erotic view.

And then, a miracle happened: Erica's hands reached back, and she unclasped her top, letting it slide on her thighs. My breathing stopped momentarily as I absorbed the heavenly sight: Her fantastic tits stood high on her chest with minimal sag, and the large nipples hardened in front of my eyes. She poured sunscreen fluid on her small palm and started smearing the stuff while massaging the oversized orbs. Seconds later, I climaxed in my hand...

After cleaning myself, I went back to the window and observed her in the jacuzzi. She again leaned backward, and the awesome tits were front and center before me. The urge to go and feel them was killing me, but my confused brain still had enough sense to stop me from doing something stupid.

In the week that followed, I had 3 more evening shifts with free mornings. It became a habit: I ogled Erica suntan in a bikini, and at one point, she'd remove her top, expose her breathtaking gigantic breasts, and slowly rub them with sunblock lotion. Each time ended with me masturbating in the bathroom.

Saturday evening, Carol and I went to eat dinner at Erica's. It was the first time I saw her wearing decent clothes and chatting with her up close since I began my voyeuristic adventure. Erica was smiley and seemed happy. After the tasty main course, I went to the bathroom. On my way back, Erica stopped me in the hall and whispered, "Paul dear, you and I are adults. Wouldn't it be better if instead of staring at me from the window, 30 feet away, you'd join me and glance as much as you wish?"

My face turned ruby-red, "Soorry, when II fiirst saw you, I was stuunned. Your boody is perfeect. I screewed up. I wooon't do it agaain."

She giggled, "Oh, honey, don't be embarrassed. It's the best compliment I got from a man in a long time. A married, young stud is ogling my body and masturbating, probably fantasizing about ravaging my body. Am I right?"

I hesitated, "You are. Are you going to tell Carol what I did?"

"Of course not. I spotted you the first time you watched me through your window. I noticed your reaction after using my lotion and knew you'd show up again. Many evenings, when you are in the hospital, I visit Carol for a coffee. I can see your work schedule on the fridge and know exactly when you'd appear in the window. So I was having fun, knowing you were enjoying it too. The way I see it, it was very benign. By the way, the other evening, I heard from my daughter her libido was not as in your initial year together. She was aware you wanted and needed more than she was willing to give. That is not good and will be a recipe for trouble in a young couple's life. Go join your wife at the table for dessert, but I suggest that on your next free morning, you come to my yard with a swimsuit, and we'll talk about a potential solution."

I sat by Carol, and she chortled, "What took you so long? Are you older than I thought, and your prostate started acting?"

I was still in shock finding out Erica knew all along I was peeking at her exposed body and orgasming, fantasizing about it. Erica would join us in several moments, so I took the easiest route and said, "Honey, you are right. I am sorry I never told you I was a hundred twenty years old. I promise never to lie to you about my age again."

"Good. I'd tell you I was 80, but my mother is only 44, so it wouldn't have worked."

Erica arrived with a large chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. She smiled, "Paul honey, you work in the hospital, so you must have seen surgeons using a knife. Would you do us the honor and cut the cake?"

With shaky hands, I cut the cake. Carol gazed at her mother and laughed, "Mom, I just found out he is an old man. Ignore his Parkinson's movements; they are age related."

Erica smiled and remained quiet.

The rest of the evening went reasonably well, with Erica trying to cheer us up. The glass of white wine may have helped, too.

The following Tuesday, I woke up as Carol left for work. I brushed my teeth, shaved, ate a light breakfast, and saw that it was 7:45 am. I checked my e-mails and watched a short sitcom. The next time I looked, it was 8:30.

I put on my Speedo and went to Erica's yard. She was just coming out, having on a tiny orange color bikini. I whistled. She grinned, "Thank you, Paul. You don't look bad yourself. If I am not mistaken, I've never seen you in a swimsuit yet."

"No, you haven't."

Her eyes explored me up and down, pausing slightly on my groin, "Honey, the swimsuit is filled nicely with what you pack there. Carol was right - When it hardens, your thing must be above average."

I didn't believe my ears: Erica had never spoken that bluntly before. And to hear that Carol talked to her Mom about my size... Hearing Erica, my penis got excited and began ascending.

Erica held the sunblock lotion bottle and said, "Would you put some on me, please?"

"Sure."

She lay on her abdomen, and I spread the whitish, thick liquid on her shoulders and back. She groaned, obviously enjoying my fingers rubbing her soft skin. She mumbled, "From your window, you've already seen all the areas I cover with the lotion. I feel lazy this morning; be a dear and do it for me this time." I finished the shoulders, back, and legs and was ready to put the bottle nearby when she turned on her back and smirked, "Honey, after watching me doing it a few times, I am sure you remember my front needs attention too. Unless you are tired already..."

"I am not tired, but I am trying to understand what parts you wish me to spread."

She looked me in the eye and blurted, "Spread will come later, but for now, I want you to put lotion on each and every part you saw me do the last time you ogled."

I stuttered, "Erica, youur top waas off last tiime."

"I see your point. In that case, I'd appreciate it if you removed my bra and do a proper job."

"Erica, are you sure?"

"Paul, I understand if you feel uncomfortable. If that is the case, you can go back home and continue being a voyeur as before."

I whispered, "I don't want to leave."

"Then do it!"

My cock jumped in my speedo and threatened to tear off the material.

I unclasped her top, and it flew away as her free tits jolted up. I began applying the thick fluid to her upper chest with my eyes hypnotized by her glorious tits.

She noticed my eyes and said, "You like my girls, don't you?"

"I do..."

"So before smearing them with the white stuff, kiss my nipples."

"Erica, what are you doing to me?"

"Paul, you masturbated fantasizing about my breasts. Your eyes cannot focus on anything but them. So, shut up and do what you are told!"

I leaned forward and lightly kissed a large, hot nipple. It tasted sweet and started hardening. She stared at me, "Now the other one." I bent and kissed the other, prolonging the kiss.

Next, I felt her tiny palm caressing my covered organ, and she mumbled, "That is really a big one. I think if we continue, either it will break or rip the swimsuit. It's better to take the Speedo off."

"Erica, you scare me."

She chortled, "For a strong guy who is much taller and heavier than me, you are definitely a chicken. You've seen and even touched mine. I want to see what you possess, too."

"We are out in the yard. What if the mailman or somebody else enters and sees us like that?"

"I think you complicate things too much, but OK, let's go inside and have a talk."

We moved to her living room. I was in my speedo, and she was still topless with her magnificent tits swaying before my eyes continuously.

"Paul, As I said to you the other day, Carol mentioned to me your sex life lost its original luster. Her need for sex has declined lately, while yours remained high, perhaps even higher. Am I right so far?"

I whispered, "I don't know why she told you, but it's true."

"Talking to my friends, it has become clear that if the husband gets too little, sooner or later, he will stray. I do not want it to happen. Cheating on my daughter with a bimbo is unacceptable, and divorce is a last resort. We need to find a positive solution. Can you think of one?"

I stared into her eyes, "Are you planning to seduce me?"

She laughed, "That's easy. Seeing your behavior in the window and watching your organ turning hard as a rock before touching me tells me persuading you into a sexual affair is the easy part. However, I have a question for you: Do you want to be married to my daughter or not?"

"I love Carol."

"What are you ready to do to keep your marriage?"

"Whatever it takes."

"So, how do you see your marriage if you continue on the same trajectory as before?"

"I admit, not so good."

"If you had an open door to do whatever it takes to keep you and Carol together. What will it be?"

"I have no idea."

"Now we are getting to the point I hinted about before: Carol was ecstatic after your Hawaiian trip, but her libido declined. Nowadays, she wishes to have sex once every couple of weeks and would rather have simple positions. You are more adventurous, and you want more sex. The question is, who would be the ideal candidate to satisfy your pleasure without risking STDs, or a frustrated lover who would blackmail you, threatening to tell your wife about your escapades?"

"Erika, we both know you are by far the one I'd love to shag. Your body is sexy as hell. But doesn't it bother you to bed your daughter's husband?"

"Paul, honey, I laid my eyes on you when we danced at your wedding. I would have NEVER dreamt of initiating anything if your sex life was going well. However, knowing it's going in the opposite direction, one had to be realistic. If I didn't like your personality, looks, or smell, I would not volunteer to do it. But here we have the right combination that makes my suggestion the optimal way of solving the issue. Carol doesn't know about my offer, but if you keep it to yourself and reduce the pressure to have sex with her more than once every 10-14 days, she'll be happy. Paul, I think I have answers to your needs, including titfucking and anal sex. Unless you have a better idea, I think we should give it a try..."

"My body craves to play with your body. My only hesitation is related to me cheating on my wife with her mother."

"You cheated on her the first time you masturbated thinking about what you wanted to do to my body. And if you think of it the right way, it's a white lie - Like telling a fat woman she looks good. After all, You are saving Carol from too much sex and preventing ugly arguments that can lead to a divorce. At the same time, you and I will enjoy the situation too."

I looked at Erica for a long time, knowing she was right.

...

"Lady, if I didn't emphasize it enough yet, I think you are the sexiest thing I ever saw."

"So now I am a thing to you. What a jerk!"

"Are you going to move to your bedroom yourself, or do I have to drag you there?"

"Paul, you are all talk. You won't dare..."

I lifted her in my arms. Her hands wrapped around my neck, and she whispered, "I waited for you to take me since the first time I saw your hungry eyes piercing my topless body. Well, honey, you get your wish. Anything I have is yours for the taking."

I lay her in bed, removed her bikini bottom, and, for the first time, my eyes explored her body with unabashedly. She was really flawless! Her cute face with the smug smiley face radiated, 'I challenge you.' There was nothing to add about her divine tits - No breasts have ever been so unblemished. The tempting concavity of her navel. The raised bald mound ended with plump, wet labia. And her shapely hips - When she walked on her 3" heels, they sashayed like nobody else, and I was sure every man fantasized she'd whisper to him, 'Please, fuck me...'

This terrific lady was now waiting for me to make my move. I looked at her face. First, I wanted to erase her smile. I approached her head, turned it in my direction, and stared at her eyes. Erica didn't need me to talk. Her smile broadened, and her hand engulfed my rod. Actually, she tried to, but it covered only 3/4 of the circumference.

Next, both her palms enveloped my shaft and caressed it lightly. Then she licked the slit and kissed the top, whispering, "Cocky, be nice to me, and I promise to take care of you." Subsequently, her mouth opened wide, and the soft head disappeared inside. I felt her licking the underside before slowly letting it glide gingerly into her oral cavity. I was impressed: After years of no sex, I expected her to gag, choke, or at least cough, but my cock slid gradually in without significant hurdles. She adjusted her neck position twice, and a short time later, all of my 7.5" were buried in her mouth. A more accurate assumption was likely that it passed into her pharynx, and the tip was now lodged at the entrance to her esophagus...

The mere sight was enough to raise my blood pressure. And then Erica started bobbing it back and forth at a steady pace, ensuring my prick was squeezed tight between her tongue and palate the whole time and milking it on the way out. As her mouth was working my pole, her hand was gently jiggling my testicles. The feeling was amazing, and I knew my climax was seconds away.

I held the back of her head and blurted, "Erica, here is your chance. Show me what you can do!" I recall roaring as my slimy spunk invaded her accepting mouth. She didn't flinch. I saw her cheeks swallow my stuff as it came with no sign of distress or spilling a drop. When I was done, her lips disengaged from my rod, and I saw again her smirky smile. A few residual drops were collected on the spongy head. Erica calmly licked everything, closed her eyes, and savored the taste. This lady was the blowjob queen, surpassing her daughter by a mile...

I caressed her cheek and said, "Erica, if you told me before how good your oral job was, I wouldn't have believed you. You were absolutely amazing!"

She grinned, and I saw tears in her eyes, "You have no clue how scared I was; I won't be good enough. I pretended to be strong, but my only goal was to impress you; I could fulfill your needs and save your marriage to my daughter. Do you think it was good enough to deserve a bonus?"

"Honey, I am still in awe at your performance. What can I do for you?"

"Fuck me. It's still tough to admit it, but like you, I dreamt twice about your strong body making me yours. I wish to feel your cock dance in my womb until I orgasm..."

"Erica, I'd love to do it.

I was ready.

Once my brain settled on the idea that every sexual desire I wasn't getting from Carol, I'd be getting from her mother, everything was easier. Her super-sexy body and willingness to abide were a powerful aphrodisiac.

But first, I had to satisfy my curiosity and undeniable craving for her astounding tits. The sheer size was very attractive, but there was more than that: The way they stood firmly with barely any sag in her mid-40s was totally unexpected.

As Erica was supine, patiently waiting for me to conquer her body, I decided to focus on the 2 beauties. I touched, licked, and sucked on them hungrily, then tweaked them, amazed at their firmness. After 20 minutes of tit play, I saw her eyes. She stayed silent the whole time, but her eyes pleaded with me, 'Please, fuck me now...'

Well, she was so good to me with her superb BJ, that I gave in.

I parted her legs, moved between them, aimed my member at the opening, and blurted, "Erica, that's your last chance to say no. When I am inside you, no more regrets. You are mine."

Her mouth mumbled a single word, "Please..."

I penetrated slowly, anticipating a tight vagina. It couldn't be too tight because she delivered Carol vaginally. However, after a drought of several years, it must have shrunk some.

I was right. Advancing into her tunnel required time for the walls to accommodate my girth, but unlike younger girls I dated before, the pussy adjusted fairly quickly, and the abundant self-lubrication helped.

Next, I placed her legs on my shoulders and began my strokes. For a while, I kept the speed and power at a low level, but a minute later, I began accelerating, hitting her cervix each time I shoved it in. Erica moaned, and her fingers pulled my ass cheeks deeper into her. I increased my pounding somewhat more, and she started whimpering. Now and then, I heard her mumble, "Please, harder..."

With her tits bouncing uncontrollably before my eyes, my own arousal was reaching a dangerous level. I whispered in her ear, "Lady, prepare yourself for a roller-coaster. Here I come." And then I started ramming into her at maximum pace and power.

Seconds later, her body began shivering wildly, and she was screaming like crazy. I French-kissed her to muffle the noise. Her mouth did not react. I felt as if her mind was elsewhere. Her climax was very powerful, and her erratic limb movements verified my diagnosis.

Since I orgasmed less than an hour earlier, I was able to postpone my second one a little bit longer this time. I enjoyed watching her body jiggling from side to side and her mouth struggling to alternate getting enough air and mumbling part sentences, "You aare killling meeee! OH deaar gooood. I am dyyying!"

I whispered in her ear, "No bitch. You are not dying yet. I still want to use your body for my pleasure. Is it clear?"

I continued drilling her cunt, and suddenly, I heard her mumble, "Yess sir. I doo..."

I ejaculated deep in her pussy shortly after, emptying my seeds in 5 massive jets. After I was done, I moved to her side and tried to catch my air.

Erica was motionless, her eyes shut for 20 minutes. Then, slowly, her face turned to me, and she murmured, "I've been to both Disneyland and Disneyworld, but a ride like this I never experienced before."

I kissed her lips softly and said, "Now you know what your daughter is missing. I need to go to work soon, but in 2 days, I work the evening shift again. Count me in."

She grinned, "I like it. It will give my achy body 48 hours to recover and then another fantastic ride!..."​