Mark had been in a relationship for almost fifteen years. After a divorce from a woman seven years his junior, he was all right with the fact that this lady was equally his senior and then a few years. She had always been kind to him, willing to be a partner in any sense of the word. That was fine and he would agree that the arrangement was comfortable.
His one weakness was a strong desire to enjoy an active sex life. Through the years, he'd always remained faithful to Jan. She was a ready and willing partner, which had left him somewhat fulfilled - at least until the last two or three years. Mark had a creative sense that he liked to bring into this area of his life. Jan, being from a different generation, wasn't as adventurous. She was willing to go along with Mark's wishes, but generally in a rather passive manner.
It was beginning to wear on Mark's patience. For so long, the couple shared oral sex, which Mark loved. But, that's as far out of the ordinary as their intimacy would go. Throughout the relationship's years, Jan had never taken charge, nor had she ever been on top during sex. In Mark's mind, a woman taking charge showed her interest and pleasure matched his. It now seemed only a distant memory, but he had always loved looking up at a partner while enjoying the sight of her pleasure as she rode him until they would both crash together. Supporting her by holding her hands, letting her arch as far back as she needed when the waves of orgasm washed her body in spasms.
Once Mark had been inside her, Jan wasn't comfortable having him in her mouth. He remembers the excitement of days when his partner continued fellatio even through his orgasmic thrusts - another huge turn-on for Mark. Sex with Jan was always a silent event other than a few moans and whimpers. Mark needed to talk and be talked to as he and a partner explored each other's bodies. In short, Mark was growing tired of sex meaning just the basics. He needed more.
When out in public or shopping, he was becoming increasingly on alert, noticing women even more than he normally had. He found himself fantasizing about what it would be like to be with some of the women he encountered. He wondered about their fantasies, their desires, and whims. He liked to imagine what type and color the lingerie any of the women might be wearing. In his mind, he'd slowly and seductively undressed them all, as if he would when exploring a woman's body for the first time.
While trying to sleep at night, or while having sex with Jan, he often imagined one of the women he'd seen in a store recently. During the day, his mind wandered, leaving him aroused with a partial erection during much of the day. Not only were the two sexually at odds, but they had little in common outside the bedroom either. Talk had dwindled to a bare minimum. Mark was becoming overly frustrated.
One morning, as he browsed through the shirt rack in the men's department of a local retailer, Mark sensed the presence of someone idly rummaging through the rack beside the one he was perusing. Out of instinct, he looked up to see the smile directed toward him by a very attractive woman who appeared to be a few years younger than himself. He returned the smile and returned his attention to the shirts.
"The selection is a little thin today, wouldn't you say?" Mark wasn't sure the question had been directed toward him until he saw that gorgeous face waiting for his reply.
"Yes! I don't shop here often, but was doing some other shopping and just wound up here," he lamely returned.
She continued, "I've noticed you next door at the grocery store a time or two. You must live nearby."
"Not far from here. Just a few blocks south." She had his attention by now. Was she actually flirting with him? He felt a familiar stiffening inside his jeans.
"There's a great little coffee shop just around the corner. If you have the time, I'd treat you to your favorite blend." That clinched it! This woman was hitting on him and he was going to make sure she knew he was interested.
That sounds great! I'd love to!" he beamed. "In thirty minutes, shall we say?"
"I'll look forward to it," her sexy voice purred. Mark was left standing open-mouthed as he watched her stride away.
