Author's Note: This and the next few chapters are a rewrite and repost of four chapters I started over 6-months ago titled "Getting Started...". I have since written a 3-chapter prequel to those with this series titled "Lifestyle", which develops the two main characters of my stories. This new series will expand on those previous posts.
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"Remember, we have plans tonight with Fred and June after work," she said as she came into the kitchen from her basement treadmill workout.
"If I remembered, you wouldn't need to remind me," I said as I finished tightening my tie.
Jan come over to me, loosened and adjusted the knot in my tie, making the divot more obvious. "If you're going to wear a tie, there's a proper way to tie it. How can you remember every little detail of a sci-fi movie you saw 20 years ago or every technical manual you ever read, but can't seem to remember the divot in your tie or our plans with friends?"
"I had a divot in my tie, but it wasn't good enough for you. And who said I didn't remember dinner this evening. Maybe I did."
"You have forgotten our social plans in the past."
"And I have my social planner to remind me," I said as I leaned down and quickly kissed her. "I was hoping for a sci-fi night, to watch the latest Avengers movie."
"Is that one of those movies with ... oh, what's his name?"
"You mean Ironman, Robert Downy, Junior. That's the guy you liked, in the two Ironman movies you agreed to watch."
"Oh, yes. I'd do him!"
"You say that, even about waiters in restaurants. Though you never follow through."
"That's because you're all I need. But I still like to window shop, and so do you! How many times have I asked, 'Did you see the one in the stiletto boots and miniskirt?', only to hear you say 'Of course.' So, you look, too."
"You take care of me."
"And I always will. But .... don't you sometimes wonder what it would be like fucking her?"
"Remember, we have a pact since marriage: 'Don't lie to each other, give two-week's notice if we choose to leave, and after I said 'I do', that pussy is mine and this cock is yours.'"
"I remember," she said. "That cock is mine ... to put wherever I want."
"Do you want it in the ass?"
"Sometimes. But it
is
my cock. You need my permission to put it anywhere except the pussy you own. And that includes permission for my mouth, ass, or anywhere!"
'To put wherever she wants? Anywhere?'
So, maybe she was feeling it, too. After over 30 years together, once the kids were out, our sex life increased again. But it wasn't the same as excitedly exploring each other in our early days together.
"We could watch another porn video," I said. "Or I could tie you up again tomorrow evening."
"Hmmm. I'll think about it. Maybe I'll give you a sci-fi night, while I watch a romance movie. I'll let you know tomorrow. In the meantime, we have Fred and June this evening for the barbecue. Don't forget, my geek!"
"OK, bitch," I said with a smile.
Jan lovingly said, "But, I'm 'your' bitch!"
It was a warm and sunny evening, perfect weather for my chore of grilling on our deck. Drinks and appetizers, then wine and sizzling steaks to enjoy with our friends.
As much as we love our kids, having time for ourselves now they're grown and out of the house had been a long time coming.
Jan and June were in the house preparing the sides, while Fred kept me company at the barbecue.
We've known them for years, ever since our kids were in school together. They were older parents, about ten years older than us, although they acted like a much younger couple, open and willing to talk about everything—including sex. They often raised my and Jan's eyebrows with socially inappropriate details about their sex lives. Fred might say he wants to lay June on a pool table, and she'd reply: "You'll have to put a towel down. You wouldn't want to ruin the felt." That's the kind of people they were, and the kind of people Jan and I liked to be around.
"I have to ask, Fred, how is it that you and June are so happy together? Don't you fight or get bored, now that the kids are grown? You talk as if you have a great sex life all the time. And you've been married longer than us."
"We were wondering how long it was going to take you two. You're getting bored, aren't you."
"What do you mean 'How long it was going to take us?' You expected us to ask?"
"Well, yea. We don't go out advertising our lifestyle to the world. We could tell you two were showing signs of having an itch in need of scratching. It doesn't happen to all couples. It's usually the guy who starts cheating on his wife, then she finds out, and there's a divorce. Or the wife strays, and the guy can't handle it. But you two have both been showing signs for months now. So, we started dropping our own hints, too."
"Hints about what?"
"We call it 'The Lifestyle'. There are others out there who enjoy sex, too. You're probably getting a little antsy of needing sex. You're finding with Jan it's become a familiar sequence of 'press here, touch there, then put tab A in slot B'. And long married couples eventually have done it all with each other. If you were going to cheat on your wife, you would find some willing young lady to add some unfamiliar excitement. So far, you two are settling for watching porn together, right?'
"How did you know?"
"That's a guess. It's an easy way to find ideas for something unfamiliar together. But, let me guess: You two also have different ideas of what's exciting in porn, right? So, it's not quite working as well as you'd like."
"Right again. So, what else did you know we would ask?"
