Consider the Implications - Sex Stories

Consider the Implications

I once read a sentiment that went something like this: First, consider the implications. You might think you know what you want, but you can't be sure until you get it. And, then you might discover you never really wanted it to begin with, but by then it’s too late. Not long ago, I found out those words were true. It all began at the grocery store one evening. I was on the way home from work when my wife called my cell, wanting me to pick up a few things. With the items in hand, I waited in line to checkout. The cashier was a young redheaded woman, who I guessed to be in her mid-twenties, with emerald eyes. I knew she had green eyes because she made eye contact with and smiled. Glancing at her amble bosom, I read the name-tag on her shirt: Amy . As she rang up my purchases, she asked about my weekend plans with sincere interest I was sure. “Nothing special,” I answered. She giggled coyly, flirtatiously twisting her long, curly, red hair. While waiting on the card reader to charge my debit card, she told me about the dance club she was going to on Friday night. When she handed me the receipt she subtly touched my wrist, sending goose-bumps up my arm. I hurried out of the store with a bag of groceries and a hard-on. It had been some time since a young woman had so obviously flirted with me. I got in my car and adjusted the rear-view mirror. Looking at my reflection, I ran my fingers through my thinning hair and said, “Jerry, my man, you still got it. She was really into you.” ...

... At home it was a routine evening; supper with the family, helping the kids with their homework then a bit of television and off to bed. Naughty thoughts of Amy dominated my mind all evening. Sitting in my easy chair, I imagined the young redhead, dressed in a black leather corset and lace stockings, bouncing on my cock like a bronc rider at a rodeo. Funny, when I was younger man I fantasied about older women and now that I was older I fantasied about younger women. While sex with my wife, Shelia, was satisfying, it lacked pizzazz. We had gotten married right after college, neither of us had much sexual experience. Truth be told, I think we both were bored. Sure, we loved each other, but we had gotten into a sexual rut. Recently, I had read an article about open marriage. It reported that while most people think about extramarital sex, only 20% of couples actually do something about it, by opening their marriages to outside sexual relations. I wondered if Shelia would be willing to open up our marriage. There was no doubt Shelia was still good-looking, she worked hard to maintain her shape. While she was not as outgoing as me, I was sure she could find a date. Lying in bed, I watched my wife go through her nightly ritual of brushing her pearly-white teeth. For some reason, I hadn’t figured out in thirteen years of marriage, she stood on her tips-toes elevating her five-foot-five frame before spitting into the sink. Finished with her teeth, she brushed her collar length hair. ...