Stay married long enough, and you’ll start reading your spouse’s mind. It’s inevitable. You tune in to their moods, to all the little ups and downs. You see signals you’re probably not even wholly aware of, but that register anyway, and you can guess what your wife or husband is thinking.

In my case, I knew Jennifer had developed an obsession with fucking someone much younger than herself. More to the point — much younger than me.

Jenny and I had both passed the big Four-Oh threshold. Our younger days were behind us, and we were definitely middle-aged.

However, these years were nothing like I’d expected them to be. I figured by the time I hit 40 I’d have bodily aches all the time and stiff joints. I would bitch endlessly about how hard it was keeping the flab off and how I didn’t have any stamina for anything anymore.

It wasn’t like that for me. Not even fucking close. I wasn’t a gym maniac, but I did work out — a small steady set of exercises that kept me toned. I ate healthy and didn’t put on extra pounds. Frankly, I felt an awful lot like I had in my 20s. I could jog up a staircase without panting and lift weights without pulling anything. And I could still fuck like a pro.

I could get it up without undue fuss. I didn’t shoot prematurely. I could satisfy Jennifer on a reliable basis.

So, why was she pining after someone younger? Well, she wasn’t being cruel at all. Her love for me was as passionate as mine was for her. But I caught her furtively ogling 20-something guys on the street or sighing almost inaudibly at shirtless young dudes on TV.

I knew what she wanted because I was her loving husband and could sense it. I couldn’t quite figure out the why of it, though. Not to toot my own horn, but I was as good a lay — better, probably — than any college-age stud she could bag. And I knew she could still have her pick. Jenny is smoking.

One night I confronted her, though in as gentle a way as possible. She finally confessed, “It’s like this, Tobias. You’re so… so damned smooth. So polished. Your sex technique is, well, fucking perfect! I’d like someone a little more awkward, unsure. Somebody I’d have to show the ropes to. Just for a change. Just for a treat.”

It was a startling thing to hear from one’s wife, but I absorbed it. After all, she was literally telling me I was too good in bed. Couldn’t get too upset about that.

But the smartass in me just had to say with a chuckle, “Well, if you get to fuck someone younger, then I want to watch.”

She went still and very solemnly said, “I’d like that, Tobe. I would like that a lot, in fact.”

She was deadly serious, I could tell. I wondered what I had just gotten myself into. Part of me realized I would be OK with Jennifer screwing someone else. It wasn’t like I was afraid of her leaving me, and a younger playmate would obviously make her happy.

Another part of me, though, was surprised to find the idea actually turned me on. I had a pornographic vision of Jenny rolling around on our bed with some young stud. I even had her teaching him lessons as they went, the older experienced woman schooling the sex-hungry brat.

And me… watching, maybe calling out encouragements. Maybe catcalling if he wasn’t fucking my wife with the proper skill and verve. I laughed softly, knowing I’d probably stay silent.

Jennifer was still gazing at me, patiently waiting for my reaction and reply.

I said, “I want to watch, honey.”

It was like taking a blood oath. With that, we were both committed.

She took a week to find a suitable candidate. I had no doubt she could have gone out that night and grabbed some random dude who would have been eager to nail her. But she wanted someone who checked all her boxes.

When she introduced me to Malcolm, I was shocked. I studied the planes of his face, the set of his eyes, his build, and saw unmistakably that Malcolm was a younger rendition of me. Hell, I’d looked almost exactly like him a number of years ago.

Not that I had decayed with age, but my physique was something I’d worked to maintain. That effort showed in the firmness of my muscles.

Malcolm, in his young 20s, on the other hand had that post-adolescent thing still going, that ease of physicality, like he couldn’t imagine ever adding an inch to his waist, with muscles that fairly hummed without him probably ever having lifted a barbell.

We took him to our place. Malcolm knew the score and was eager to get on with things. Jenny led him into the bedroom, and I trailed after them. Excitement smoldered in me. Her eyes glinted; she was already seriously turned on.

I stood back and settled my gaze on the pair. Malcolm glanced my way nervously a couple times. Good. I wanted him a little fidgety. It would help give Jenny what she was after.

Taking charge, she pulled him into her arms and mashed her mouth on his, and he released a little groan as he returned her slurping kiss. The front of his pants tented, and he groped her with shaking hands. She pressed herself against him, and his whole body jerked at the contact.

Jenny’s hands were quite steady as she peeled away his clothes. I noted his decided lack of body fat. His cock stood out stiff and twitching. Jennifer shucked her clothing like it was a nuisance, allowing her younger friend to ogle the splendor of her ripe body.

My wife has kept in great shape, too. She also exuded an ease and confidence that Malcolm was plainly responding to — and was probably a little intimidated by. That was fine with me.

She took hold of his dick and fairly dragged him up onto the bed. My own cock was swelling as the heat of arousal licked at my skin. I watched with great anticipation as the action unfolded on our bed.

Jenny pumped Malcolm’s cock in her fist, the rhythm slow and sensual. He plucked rather frantically at her breasts. With her free hand, she softly tweaked his nipples and murmured, “Nice, easy.” He slowed his pace instantly and did the same to her, lazily pinching her already aroused nips. She sighed with pleasure.

Malcolm licked her throat and moved down to suck her tits. She took her right breast in her own hand and thrust it toward his mouth like an offering.

“Lick the nipple,” she said, and he obeyed. “Now nibble it — gently. Yeah. A little harder now,” she instructed.

If these pointers bothered him, he showed no sign. He simply followed her words to the letter. He suckled her breast and, when told, used his teeth to graze her stiffened bud.

She sat up and said, “Lay back.” Again, he did her bidding. She shifted down the bed and pressed apart his thighs. “Now,” she went on, “I’m going to put my mouth on your cock. But you are not going to come like an overwrought youngling, is that clear?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered.

It was a strangely beautiful sight. My wife was getting ready to suck another man’s dick, and all I could think was how hot the scene was. First, she licked his balls, which made him squeal some more. Then she swirled her tongue over his bloated knob. He threw a hand over his eyes and groaned at the ceiling.

I knew how awesome her mouth felt, so I sympathized as he made further happy and helpless sounds. Jennifer closed her lips around him and dropped them down his stiff shaft.

I could see he wanted to blast his load in her mouth, but her orders had been clear. So he held back as her head bobbed up and down. Her mouth rose and fell on him until he was whimpering. Finally, she came up.

“Now,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “it’s your turn to lick me.”

As she reclined against the pillows, he dove at her, but again she had instructions. Before he was allowed to probe her, he licked her outer lips up and down, just like she said. He started humping his hard cock against the bedcovers as he ate her, giving her clit all the attention she demanded.

She grabbed ahold of his full head of hair and went stiff until her climax hit, then she ground her pussy against his face. He gamely didn’t let up until her squealing stopped.

He was still panting as she maneuvered him onto his back. He blinked up in wonder as she mounted him, taking hold of his cock and lowering her cunt onto him. It was almost like he was her posable toy. I wondered if it had ever been like that between us, in the early days. If it had, though, Jenny had been just as green as me. Malcolm probably thought he was a smooth stud. I’m sure I did back then, too. But only with time and a loving partner had I perfected the art of pleasuring a woman.

Nevertheless, it was a ball to watch them fuck. Jennifer rode his cock like she was in a rodeo. Malcolm lay there on his back as she did all the work. I fully expected him to blow his load in no time, but it was like she had him pinned down and helpless to act on his own. Maybe he was afraid to come without specific orders from her.

At any rate, a second climax tore through my wife, and she fairly shouted out her joy. Afterward, she climbed off and got on her hands and knees. She faced me with a wicked grin and said over her shoulder to Malcolm, “Do me like a dog!”

He scurried in behind her and was fucking her at rabbit speed almost instantly. Jenny’s gaze stayed fixed on me. My cock was ramrod-hard, but I’d give it to her later. I wanted her to finish her fun.

Jenny reached between her own legs and fingered her clit as he reamed her. She soon came again in a fury, and then told Malcolm to jizz all over her ass and back. He obeyed, looking dazed afterward, like he couldn’t believe what had happened. Once again, I sympathized. My wife rocks.