Chapter 1: Discovery

“Ron! Not now!” Sam said through gritted teeth.

“But Sam! When? It’s been three months!” I replied frustratedly.

We’ve had this kind of exchange increasingly over the last five years.

The long and the short of it is that Sam (short for Samantha, she prefers Sam nowadays) says she is older now and finds no need for intercourse, she does not lubricate or it tickles to much to continue or it hurts don’t be so rough. Think like a woman. Men are not as gentle, women need gentle.

We are the Robertsons. Sam, (Samantha) nee Hiiltz, is the love of my life. Stay at home pampered wife. Natural blonde drapes and carpet. 51yrs old. 5’9”, 160 odd lbs 40D natural breasts that have some but not an overt amount of sag. And legs ... oh those long shapely legs. Muscular but feminine and with 4” pumps or her, she calls them, hooker boots, I am reduced to a drooling idiot. Her butt is just perfect! Not flat and not too big. Just right.

I am Ron, Ronald Pierson Robertson. 56yrs old. Retired Architect and Engineer. 6’2”, 210lbs, in good shape from my life long gym regimen. Broad shoulders and trim waste although my six pack is hiding under a small layer of fat. For those interested in those details, I have a 7 1/2” cut cock and 1 3/4” dia. Still a full head of hair but definitely salt and pepper.

As I said, I was an Architect and Engineer until last year. I followed my father in what he did. I took over his business when he passed away due to a bad heart. I grew the business rather quickly by modernizing a lot of the processes. Long story short, I felt totally fulfilled and at 54 negotiated with my senior Architects group within the company to buy me out.

So on my 55th birthday I walked out the doors a millionaire many times over. Sam and I are now set for the rest of our lives. So are my two children Crystal and Benjamin as I set up a retirement fund for each of them and trusts for the grands now and any future ones.

Well enough about who we are and let’s get back to the story.

I try! I really do! I’ve read, researched and experimented but to no avail.

Her answer is no or not now or you know I don’t like that, or stop being so touchy feely or well if you need to you can lick me while you pleasure yourself but please hurry up.

Leave her you say? Not a chance! I love her so very much. We are so compatible in so many other ways. Hobbies, sports, camping, child rearing ideas, well you get it. Everything except sex, ok not just sex but intimacy in general. The aunty kiss and hug is the affectionate max, if you know what I mean. Yeah, you know it, not so lol.

So I had noticed other things of late and I started to develop an idea, a theory. See if you can catch on.

A few weeks back.

We were at the mall. Again. Shopping for more clothes and lingerie. Again. She loves nice clothes, sexy clothes, revealing clothes. But not trashy or slutty, but the type that from the right angle reveal just that extra cleavage or a hem line that when she goes to sit or get back up, if your lucky, you get a panty flash. Or when she bends at the waist you get leg leg leg ... dang! So close!!! I digress.

Back to the mall. I was sitting on the bench outside her fave lingerie outlet VS. I’m watching Sam interact with people in the store. She is like a butterfly. She is random in her wonderings or so it seems. She moves about and picks out a piece here and a piece there and she seems to be able to talk to anyone. Then it hits me. She’s following each woman around for a bit and spending more time looking at them than looking fo lingerie! Holy crap! Is she checking out all the women?!

So that particular trip to the mall was a catalyst for everything that comes next. I started to look, analyze every move she made and every conversation we had.

Some examples of what she would say were things like when I asked for a fashion show of her purchases from VS she said, oh no babe that’s not for you that’s just to make me feel good underneath my dresses and things. Or. Ron I was at the salon today and they have a new stylist there. She is so cute!! She is to die for. You should see her. She is like a little sexy pixie!!! Or. I was at my spa appointment today Ron. The massage gal was so good! I almost ... well you know.

“No I don’t know Sam, you know what?” I asked.

“Um ... I almost fell asleep,” she answered, turning a nice pink colour.

So over the next few weeks I made note of every conspicuous event. Every comment on another woman’s or girls looks or actions, every time Sam was distracted by or checked out another woman.

This weekend.

And at the beach. We had the whole setup, big blanket, towels, cooler, umbrella, sunscreen and sunglasses. Neither of us are particularly water people but we do love to have it close by to cool off during our long days of sun bathing and people watching.

I love a nice bikini parade and I thought up until recently that Sam liked a nice beach boy bod. We had just come back from a dip and we had passed a young couple. As we were towelling off Sam made a comment.

“Did you see that young things beautiful butt? And the turquoise t-back went ... oh gawd!!!” Sam had a hungry look in her eyes.

“Sam, what colour was the guys suit?”

“Red?”

“No Sam, it was blue.”

“Oh,” Sam quietly replied.

As she had the towel over her head drying her hair Sam said, “(something something) nipples.”

Sam’s erect nipples could have been from just coming out of the cold water. I also noticed her squeezing her legs together. Hmmmm.

So much was going through my head. We spent the last hour of our beach trip in silence. She did allow one PDA concession though. She hooked her pinky finger with mine. I did play a game with myself while we sat though. I looked at all the bikinis passing by and tried to imagine what Sam was seeing.

On the way home Sam was a bit distracted and I didn’t know what was up. But I let her be.

So after the short trip home we unloaded the car and Sam said she needed a shower.

“I would like to talk to you after I’m done showering Ron. Is that ok?” Sam said.

“Ya that’s fine. I’ll shower in the guest bath. I want to talk to you about something too Sam.”

“Oh, ok.”

We each got showered up and met in the master bedroom.

I had an idea that Sam wanted some release after the beach and not just talk. With all the things I had been putting together I had a plan.

Sam came out of the bathroom in a sexy purple lace camisole and panty set.

Sam, striking a sexy pose in the doorway,”Ron, I know it’s been a while but I’d really love it if you would I’m scratch my itch.”

“You mean lick your pussy til you cum?” I countered with a little smirk.

“Well ... yes but you know how I don’t like to talk like that.”

Pushing the issue a bit I said, “Yes I know but we are not in Victorian England and people do say pussy and cum.”

“But not me Ron.”