My name is Stephen, I am 35 years old and I am married to Jesse who is 10 years younger than me. We have been married for nearly 3 years, Jesse had just turned 21 when we wed and she is gorgeous, 5’ 6” tall, very slim, with small breasts. She does, however, have very large nipples which stand out like organ stops when she is aroused. We live in a rented Victorian cottage, which is quite big enough for our needs, but we are both saving hard for a deposit to buy our own place. I have always thought our sex life was good, I have been brought up to believe it is the man’s role to woo his wife when they have sex, and I think I have become quite good at it. I certainly try to ensure Jessie orgasms whenever we make love. I don’t know much about Jesse’s previous boyfriends, she isn’t inclined to elaborate too much, but I know she was not a virgin when we got together. My job involves working in an office, but the hours can be variable, sometimes there is overtime, often on a Monday when there are orders received over the weekend to be processed, but it can be the same at other times of the week. Often I don’t know until lunchtime that I will be working late, in which event I will text Jesse to let her know I will be late home. I think it was a Wednesday when it was obvious I would be asked to work late, so I texted Jesse to let her know I wouldn’t be home until about 8 o’clock. It must have been something to do with the sandwich I bought from the local sandwich shop for lunch, because by mid-afternoon, I was feeling awful, and I had to tell the boss I would not be able to work late that evening. He was very understanding, and said I could go home straight away if I wasn’t feeling well. I usually walk to and from work, which takes about 45 minutes and, by the time I reached home I was starting to feel much better. The house where we live is in a terrace of Victorian cottages, so there is no off-street parking, and I saw our car, which Jesse uses to get to and from work, was parked outside, with another car that I had not seen in the street before, parked behind ours. As soon as I opened the door, I could hear a lot of noise coming from upstairs, so I closed the door behind me quietly. The radio had been turned on quite loud to drown out the sounds of somebody having very noisy sex. We only have one bedroom large enough to accommodate a double bed, so I knew it had to be happening in our bed. I crept up the stairs quietly to find the door to our bedroom was ajar and I could clearly see Jesse lying naked on the bed, with a naked man kneeling over her. He had her pinned to the bed with one hand round her throat, and he was slapping her breasts with his other hand. He kept calling her a slut and a slag, and I noticed her nipples were standing up very stiff. I was about to burst in on them, when she started demanding that she wanted him to fuck her, and to do it hard, whereupon he moved between her legs and thrust his cock into her pussy. She began shouting obscenities at him, saying she wanted his big cock inside her, and she liked it really rough. He pulled out of her and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, before kneeling up and thrusting his cock inside her again. All the time, she was telling him how she wanted it harder and she wanted him to cum inside her. I was frozen to the spot, I didn’t know what to do, but I ultimately decided not to intervene, and I turned and went downstairs. When I thought about it later I wondered whether I should have burst in and demanded to know what was going on, but I crept out of the front door and went for a walk in the park. I was in shock, my lovely wife had been having sex with another man, and it was quite unlike what we enjoyed. I walked about for ages, even going to a coffee shop near town for a while. When I finally went home again at about 7 o’clock, my wife acted as though everything was normal. When we went to bed, I noticed she went into the bathroom to put her nightie on, I assumed it was because the slapping the other guy had given her had left some marks, and I lay awake for a long time thinking about what I had seen. I didn’t want our marriage to end, because we were well suited in other respects, and I do love Jesse deeply. So, I didn’t say anything to her about what I had seen, although I did start to keep an eye out for signs of what she might be doing. It was about a week later when I decided to take the bull by the horns and tell Jesse what I had seen in our bedroom. Initially, she was quite quiet but, when she saw that I wasn’t out for a blazing row, she decided to tell me the whole tale. She said the guy was one of her previous boyfriends, who had introduced her to the joys of rough sex, which she found she liked a lot. She said sex with me was nice because I was very loving but, occasionally, she needed it rough, she enjoyed being slapped about and fucked hard. The next time we made love, which was a few days later, I tried to give Jesse what she wanted, I tried throwing her about and slapping her, but it felt alien to me and my heart just wasn’t in it. Afterwards, Jesse said she would just have to go back to her old boyfriend whenever she wanted rough sex. I can’t remember the time I first saw them, it may have been the day I was wandering round the local park feeling my world had ended. A young springer spaniel dog came bounding up to me, looking all excited. It seemed it had run away from its owner, but it wanted to make a big fuss of me, so I managed to grab hold of its collar and I took off my belt to loop through the collar. The dog had a tag on the collar with a phone number on it, but I thought I would try to find the owner first before calling the number. In the event, I found her within a few minutes, looking very worried, then relieved I had caught her dog. She was a lady of maybe late-forties or early-fifties, slightly shorter than me, well dressed with what I would describe as a motherly figure, large breasts and bum. After I had got to know her better over a few weeks, I decided it would be fun to wrestle with those hips. I started to see the lady, who is called Sally, quite regularly in the park. She was widowed four years ago when her husband died of cancer. She was obviously well off as she lived in a detached house on the other side of the park, her two daughters were grown up and moved away, and she had decided to get the dog as company for her in her big house, which she said she rattled around in on her own. She works part-time in a charity shop and she said she enjoys life on her own. I had had some experience of dogs when I was younger, and I suggested to Sally a different type of lead, which would enable her to control and train her dog better. After a few days, she told me it had worked and it had become much more enjoyable to walk the dog. Over a few weeks, Sally and I became good friends, it was almost as though we would let each other know when we would be walking in the park so the other could adjust their time so we would meet. The dog always made a big fuss of me, and Sally said he looked disappointed if we didn’t happen to meet while he was out for his daily walk. It was a week or so after I had tried rough sex again with Jesse, and it had been a disaster. I knew how to be assertive, but I just couldn’t take it to the next level that Jesse wanted. I was walking home from work at teatime, and I met Sally, I must have looked down in the dumps as she asked me what was up. Normally I wouldn’t dream of talking to other people about our sex life, but I just blurted out that my sex life was a mess and I didn’t know what to do. I told her what Jesse wanted, how I had been unable to give it to her and I was worried it was going to end our otherwise happy marriage. Sally was very sympathetic, but I didn’t expect her to produce any answers to my seemingly impossible situation. A couple of days after that, I saw Sally as I was walking to work in the morning. I had told her previously that Jesse often went to the gym on a Thursday evening and she asked if that would be the case that evening, which I said she was. Sally asked if I would like to call round to her house after work that day, as she thought I was a troubled soul and she wanted to talk more over a cup of tea. I had not been to Sally’s house before but, as I rang the doorbell, it seemed a world away from our little home. When she answered the door, Sally was wearing a housecoat with a belt tied at the waist. She invited me through to her kitchen/breakfast room and suggested we crack open a bottle of wine as we were both finished work for the day. I was starting to wonder what she had in mind when she invited me to her home, when Sally came straight out and said she had started to realise there was something lacking in her solitary life. She said she had not felt the touch of a man for nearly five years, and she needed sex. She went on to say that she and her late husband used to role-play rough sex sometimes, so she knew what fun it could be, and she thought she could help me overcome my hang-ups around that type of fun. I didn’t know what to say, I must have been babbling, and I guess I probably sounded as though I was trying to talk my way out of this situation, but nothing could have been further from the truth. Sally started to say she was sorry, she had got all dressed up like a tart, but she had misjudged how I might react and …… I put my finger on her lips to stop her, before reaching out to pull the belt of her housecoat undone, pulling the housecoat open to reveal a red bra and pantie set, with white hold-up stockings. Her ample breasts seemed to be straining at the bra, and I slipped the housecoat off her shoulders and stood back so I could admire her ample curves. Not another word was spoken, she grabbed my hand to lead me upstairs to her bedroom. I wasn’t too sure whether Sally wanted our coupling to be rough or not, but I was sure she would want to be pleasured as she had not had sex for so long, and this seemed to hit the spot for her. I went down on her, pulling her panties to one side so I could lick her clit and slide my tongue between her labia. She tasted so nice, especially when her juices started to flow and she started combing my hair between her fingers. After she had orgasmed twice, I slid up alongside her so I could start enjoying her boobs, and she rolled me over onto my back so she could start undoing my trousers. We agreed we would both strip off our own clothes, and there was then a flurry of activity while we both got naked. When we climbed back onto the bed, I wanted to maul her ample boobs, and she told me she thought I was a ‘boob man’, to which I replied there was so much to enjoy, sucking her nipples between my lips. Eventually, Sally encouraged me between her ample thighs, telling me she needed to be fucked urgently, and I wasn’t about to deny this lovely lady her pleasure. As I picked up the pace, she demanded that I cum inside her, I hadn’t really thought whether we should be using protection, but I was going for it and the pleasure of exploding inside her felt wonderful. As we recovered our breath, my cock softened inside her, and I asked Sally whether that had fulfilled her needs. She said that being fucked by a stud 20 years her junior would satisfy her for a while, but she knew we would have to start sorting out my problems the next time. I said I was not so sure about being described as ‘a stud’ but I was glad it had been good for her too. It turned out Sally is 54 years of age, I never realised I could be so attracted to a woman 20 years older than me. Sally pulled the quilt over us and we cuddled together talking for nearly half an hour. Eventually, she said she we would have to start addressing my problems the next time, and she got out of bed to go to the bathroom to clean up. To be continued.