Becky At Fifty

There are friends, good friend, really good friends and best friends. Best friends can be both the best thing in your life, or the worst, depending on the day and the circumstances. Today I think I'm going to move Brad to the latter category.

I met Brad when we were both seventeen although it was more than a year and a half later before I knew his name. We both played football, but on different teams. The two schools were cross-town rivals and the rivalry was an intense one. Our first meeting came when I broke out of the backfield on what looked like a clear run to the sticks when all of a sudden a train hit me and I found myself face down in the dirt. As I shook the cobwebs out of my head I grasped the hand that was extended to me and when I was up I saw it was a player from the other team.

"Nice hit," I said, and he laughed, "Them's the best kind" and he headed for the defensive huddle.

Almost one year later, at our homecoming game, I broke left coming out of the backfield on a play that was designed to suck the defense to my side, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the ball wobbling in the air like a ruptured duck. The ball had been tipped at the line of scrimmage and I followed it with my eyes and saw the interception. I had the angle and I hit the ball carrier right in the numbers and rode him down. As we were both getting up he said, "I guess you think you owed me that from last year" and I recognized him right away. "Nice hit" he said, and I remembered what he had said the previous year and I gave it back to him, "Them's the best kind."

That fall we met for the third time when we tried out for football in college and we both went out and got pissy-eyed drunk together when we didn't make the team. That was thirty years ago and we have been best buddies the whole time.

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In college we dated the same girls and it almost seemed like the girls were interchangeable. I'd date one for four or five months and then we would break up and two months later she would be dating Brad. A month later I would find myself going out with a girl that Brad had dated six months earlier. We compared notes on the girls and it led to a lot of getting laid. It wasn't a competition; it was just the way things happened. And then I fell head over heels in love with Becky. She was that rare woman that looked cute, drop dead gorgeous and sexy all at the same time. We stared dating and there never was any doubt in my mind that she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. After I had been dating here for about four months Brad came up to me one day and asked me when I would be moving on to some one else and I asked him why he was asking.

"Because I'd like to take a shot at her. She looks like the one I might want to make permanent."

I smiled at him and said, "Sorry good buddy, but that's the way I feel about her too. I'm keeping this one."

"You always were a rotten bastard," he said.

Three months later I asked Becky to marry me and she turned me down. She not only said no, but she broke up with me too, "You're too serious and I'm not ready for a commitment like that."

Two weeks later Brad started asking her out and she dated him for about a month and then dropped him too.

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I graduated with a degree in Business Management and went to work for a communications company and Brad graduated with the same degree and went to work for our biggest competitor, but we still stayed the best of friend. We joined the Elks together, took up SCUBA diving and took a couple of diving vacations together to St. Thomas. We got in the habit of having Friday night poker games, went to ball games and other sporting events together, double dated a few times and formed a permanent bond between us.

About a year after graduation I was at home fixing myself dinner when the front doorbell rang. I answered the door to find Becky standing there. My mouth went dry and I wanted to take her in my arms, but of course I didn't - I would have died if she had tried to pull away.

"Can I come in?"

I stepped back and motioned her in. I told her I was fixing dinner and asked her if she had eaten; she said she hadn't and I asked her to join me and she accepted. While I was making a tossed salad she asked me in a very casual way if I was seeing anyone, and I told her no, that I was between ladies at the time. Then she said, also in a very casual tone of voice, "I'm ready for that commitment now."

We were married six weeks later and Brad was my best man. Thirty happy years and four grown kids later, Becky and I were still married and Brad was still my best friend and then, as they say "Shit happened!"

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It all started on Becky's fiftieth birthday. For some reason that I could never understand becoming fifty depressed the hell out of her. It made no sense to me. She was still sexy and desirable, looked fifteen younger than she was, and still turned male heads. The only major changes in her were about ten more pounds, which only made her look more sensual, and a few gray hairs. At parties and other social events she still got hit on when my back was turned and it never bothered me because when we got home she would tell me all about it and then she would say, "You want to know what I'd do to him if he got me alone?" and then she'd show me.

But that didn't happen any more. As the days passed she got more and more down in the dumps and our sex life began to suffer. Not willing to let that happen I tackled the problem head on. I told her that being depressed made absolutely no sense at all. She was still attracting male glances; she was still being hit on and that she was as sexy as she had ever been.

"That's not true," she said," "I only get hit on by guys that know us and who know I'm going to turn them down. It's just flirting, nothing else."

"Bullshit!" I said, "You could have anyone of them any time you wanted."

We babbled on about the subject for another ten minutes or so and then dropped it. About a week later I was having lunch with Brad and he made the comment that I didn't seem to be myself lately and I told him about what was going on between Becky and me.

"What?" he said, "Hell just last week at George's party I saw three different guys trying to score with her and I can promise you the bulges in their pants weren't phony."

"I know" I said, "But she thinks its all innocent flirting. I almost wish one of those guys would score and prove to her that she is still a sexy and desirable woman."

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About three months later Becky and I had just come home from a party and for the first time in over a year Becky said, "I got hit on tonight."

"Oh?" I said, "And if you were to have gone along with him what would you have done?"

And she told me she would have taken him to a dark out of the way spot where they could neck without being interrupted, "And then, when I was hot enough I'd do this" and she bent down and started to suck my cock. About a minute later she removed her mouth from me and said, "And then I'd let him fuck me" as she got on her hands and knees in her favorite position. "Go ahead baby. Fuck me like he would have."

Later I asked her what really happened that night to get her fired up.

"I told you. I got hit on."

"Yeah" I said, "But that happens all the time and you told me it was nothing but innocent flirting."

She said, "I know, but you told me that it wasn't and that they were serious and anyone of them would jump me if I gave them half a chance. I didn't believe you so tonight I decided to prove you wrong. We went out to the patio, found a dark corner and necked. He put his hand on my breast so I put mine on his erection. He was serious; he really did want to fuck me. He took his cock out and put my hand back on it and I knew I'd gone too far. I tried to back away, but he whined that it wasn't fair for me to lead him on like that and then leave him hanging, and I guess he was right. I shouldn't have let things go that far if I wasn't going to go through with it."

Becky fell silent and I asked, "So what did you do."

Becky looked down at the floor and said in a soft, low voice, "I gave him a hand job."

"I don't believe it! You're just making this up."

She got off the bed and went and got her dress. Bringing it back to the bed she showed me the stains on it, "My aim wasn't too good" she said, and then looking at my rapidly hardening cock she said, "Oh my. Turned on are we? I may just have to give out more hand jobs."

I couldn't keep my hands off her for the rest of the night.

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Three weeks later when we got home from another social event she said, "I got hit on tonight."

"What happened?" I asked.

"He asked me when I was going to give in and give him a taste. I said, why not right now? We went outside and necked for a while - he was a really good kisser - and then I let him finger fuck me while I did this," and she took hold of my cock and started to stroke it. "My aim was better tonight so I don't have a messy dress to show you, but I didn't wash my hands when we were done. Would you like to taste him?"

Yeah, right, I thought as I called her bluff and licked her fingers. There was the unmistakable slightly salty taste of cum on her fingers, I know because I've eaten Becky's pussy plenty of times after cumming in her and I know the taste. Becky looked at the expression on my face and giggled, "You didn't believe me, did you?" and she got in her favorite position and said, "Why don't you do to me what he wanted to do."

The next morning she said, "I'm glad that you convinced me that the guys were doing more than just flirting. I'm having fun and you are a raging bull when we get home and I tell you about what I did."

A couple of weeks later following another party, "I got hit on tonight."

"Tell me about it."

The same story, but with a difference this time.

"I was stroking his cock and I had a sudden urge and I went to my knees in front of him and took him in my mouth. He loved it. He grabbed the back of my head so that I had to swallow his juices." I looked at her stunned by what she'd just said and she said, "You don't believe me, do you?" and she kissed me and I tasted him. "Now baby, do what he didn't get to do."

I was a ragging bull that night and when I woke up in the morning I rolled her still sleeping body over and mounted her again.

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I started accepting invitations from people I didn't usually associate with just to give Becky the chance to get hit on. Over the next several months my wife gave out seven hand jobs and five blow jobs and when we got home she would tell me what happened and we would fuck like minks for the next two days. I could not believe how the two of us were acting - we were worse than teenagers.

One Friday we were at a company promotion party and I hadn't expected anything to happen there because it was a workplace thing and I was sure Becky wouldn't do anything that, if it were to come to light, would embarrass me.

When we got home Becky said, "I got hit on tonight." I had not expected it so I stood there with my mouth open as she told me the usual story about finding an out of the way place, but when she got to the part where she usually described the hand job or blow job she said, "Now come over here and fuck me like he did," and she got in her favorite position, poked her ass up in the air and I got my first look at her cum soaked pussy hairs.

I was so astonished that I just stood there and stared at her. "What's the matter baby, you don't want to fuck me like he did? You don't like sloppy seconds? Would you rather eat me? I'd like that."

"Oh God" I groaned and I went to my knees and buried my face in that mess. For the next two days we did not leave each other alone and when I went to work on Monday it was on wobbly legs. Becky had turned my life into an erotic dream and I was fucking her more than at any other time in our relationship. I was in constant suspense over what she might do next.

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Last Thursday we attended a meeting of a church group and on Friday Becky said, "I got hit on last night."

I was confused, "Last night? What did you do?"

"Nothing" she said. "At least nothing last night."

"What does that mean?" I asked. She smiled and said, "I met him at a motel today. He came in my mouth twice and he fucked me three times, once in my ass. Would you like to fuck me now, or eat me?"

I did both. Another weekend shot because we never left the bedroom except to eat.

When I came home from work on Tuesday Becky told me, "I've decided to take a lover."

"Oh?" I said, not sure that I wanted that. Random sex with unnamed partners was one thing (Becky would never tell me who her lovers were), a regular lover was something else. But before I could say anything she said, "I started today and I let him fuck me in our bed. He was here for over four hours and he came in me five times. Would you like a taste? Will you eat me and then fuck me like he did?"

Six hours ago I got a phone call at work and Becky said, "Would you rather hear about what my lover does to me or would you rather watch?" I sat there with my heart beating fast, holding the phone to my ear, unable to speak and then she said, "He's here now. Listen. I'll hold the phone so you can hear him sliding his big cock into me."

I didn't hear a damn thing because I had slammed the phone down and was on my way out the door. I got home and went straight to the bedroom and found Brad stuffing his cock into Becky's ass. Becky smiled at me, "I knew you'd come. Can I suck your cock while Brad fucks me?"

Until I decide what category to put Brad in we are sharing Becky and she is wearing both of us out. She just told Brad and me that since we don't seem to be up to the task she's thinking of finding some one else to help us. I really don't know about that, but on the other hand Brad and I could really use the help.