- GTOK,
At 39, Lance Williams lived the stereotypical life of a 'surburban, middle-aged white guy.' He was married to Joan, his college sweetheart and wife of 22 years, and he had 18-year-old twin boys, David and Dawson, who were about to leave for college at the end of the summer. Their home was a modest, 2-story Victorian nestled in an upper middle-class neighborhood in Woodbridge, Virginia, a large suburb of Washington, DC. He worked at a small, but prestigious biotech company in northwest DC, which required a daily 45-minute commute by the commuter train and metro rail system. After Joan dropped off Lance at the train station each morning, she drove to a law firm in nearby Springfield where she worked part-time as a paralegal. Their boys were typical boys - heavily involved in sports and school activities, and of course, girls. It was your average, run-of-the-mill, middle-class family. But today, all of that was about to change.
Like clockwork, Lance rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed at precisely 6:15 AM. His body was so acclimated to his schedule that he no longer required an alarm clock; he even woke up at the same time on the weekends and had do so for years. He went about his normal morning routine: 20-minute treadmill run, shower, shave, and breakfast. But this morning, he skipped breakfast since he had a scheduled physical for later that morning. Joan's internal clock, on the other hand, was as erratic as Lance's was concrete. She woke up at various times, but was always able to have her morning's activities done before they left. Since the boys were away at a sports camp for the week, this morning was a bit easier. She got out of bed at 6:45 AM and went about her routine. By 7:30, they were ready to leave. "Remember - I have my physical at 11:30 this morning, so I'll be taking the later train back this evening," Lance said as he settled into the passenger side of Joan's car and buckled his seatbelt. "Since the boys are away, how about we go out for dinner?" "That sounds good," Joan said, a bit relieved to not have to cook. "Where should we go?" "Lance thought for a bit. "Let's do something different. Let's just drive around till we find something."
If there was one thing Joan had learned over the years about her husband was that, except on those blue-moon occasions, he was extremely predictable. Joan had always been a "free-spirit" type, and the two of them had as little in common as an ant has in common with an elephant. But she had fallen for him and fallen hard. He was the straight-laced guy from the well-to-do family that carried a 4.0 and was the model guy; she was the club going, free-wheeling, party girl that carried a 3.0 but always waited until the last minute to cram. Their meeting was totally by chance, and while it wasn't a "love at first sight" moment, they both somehow knew that they had found their life partner.
Even though she loved him with all of her being, Joan often found herself bored as shit. While she took comfort in the stability Lance provided her and for their family, she often thought back to her party days with a deep sense of longing. This last year had been especially difficult with "empty-nest syndrome" setting in on her; she knew that the boys would be leaving during the summer and she often thought about how her life was going to change. It had always been the same routine in the morning, the same routine in the evening, and for the occasional dinner date, the same on the weekends. Their sex life had tailed off a little over the years, but 4-5 times a month was the norm. Joan had desperately yearned for more intimacy and a lot more sex (she adored Lances body and the way he kept in shape, and while he wasnt the biggest shed ever had, he certainly had more than enough to satisfy her), but she never really pressed since she knew Lance worked hard. So for Lance to take that approach to dinner the way he did, she jumped at the chance to have some "real" fun.
His forays outside of the box were rare, and when they were, they were always unforgettable: the time he decided to take the family on a vacation - to Singapore - after buying the tickets on a whim the night before; the time he staged a "mock" proposal to her in a restaurant (she had blushed profusely as the patrons clapped and cheered); and the time when they were on one of his business trips to New York and he took her to strip club. Every time was an adventure and Joan had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times. So Joan was more than a bit intrigued by Lance's spontaneity.
"So - what's gotten into you this morning?" she asked. "You've got that glint in your eye." Lance chuckled. "Nah, no glint here. I just want to do something a bit different, that's all. Since the boys are gone for the week, I figured we could stretch our legs a bit and get out for a while." Lance took her hand and looked over at her as she drove. "I know you have some concerns about what's going to happen at the end of next month, with the boys leaving," he said, his tone becoming more serious. "And I know that being with me can be ... for lack of a better term pretty dull. I'm not the most energetic guy when it comes to those sorts of things, and I know you miss that. Dave and Daws will be out of the house, starting their own lives, and I understand that's going to take some getting use to not having them around to care for." Joan was a bit surprise by Lance's introspective - she didn't think that he'd even thought that much about her in all of this. "Thanks, honey," she said. "And I appreciate you thinking about me in all of this. And I won't lie - I have thought about it a lot and about how things were back when we were in college. I know it was a long time ago and we're all "grown up" now, but those were good times and a part of me still misses that. But I'm so thankful to have you and everything we have now. So don't worry about me. I've been thinking about going more into full time capacity with the firm and I've even tossed around the idea of taking the bar."
Lance was a bit surprised by her statement. "Wow - that's great! When did you decide that? You never told me you had an interest in taking it further?" "I know," she said. "It's just something I've been tossing around a bit. You know to spice things up a bit, as you say. And since we're talking about changes, I've been thinking about getting bigger boobs, too." Lance quickly turned to look at her with a look of shock and amazement. Joan as a very attractive woman and she looked much better in her mid-40's than she did in her 20's. She was of Italian descent and could be described as "zaftig." Joan's friends would always tease her saying that she was the classic "MILF," and she got a kick out of engaging in harmless flirting whenever she went out with them, which wasn't all that often. Lance had come to love her breasts more and more over the years as age, motherhood, and weight gain had cause them to increase in size considerably. He'd always had a thing for Joan's legs and while they were still as long and shapely as ever, over the years he'd evolved from a leg man into a tit man. Her breasts, while not overly large, were plenty big - at a very hefty 44 D, they were more than enough for him. Hearing that she wanted them bigger caused a surge of blood to rush to his groin and he felt a sure-fire erection coming on. As he stared at her, Joan broke down and burst into laughter - she couldn't hold it in any longer. "HA! Gotcha!" she exclaimed, laughing hard. "Oh, you should see the look on your face," she said, her eyes tearing she was laughing so hard. Lance sat back, beet red from embarrassment. He couldn't help but laugh; his wife had an outrageous sense of humor and always caught him off guard.
This one really threw him for a loop though, and they were still laughing when she pulled into the parking lot of the commuter station. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, but Lance didn't move. Normally, he would return the kiss, grab his briefcase and get out. But this time, he sat there, still giggling with his hands in his lap, trying to hide the very prominent tent in his pants. Joan noticed what he was doing and started giggling again. "Ohhh seems like my friend seemed to like what he heard," she said reaching over and stroking his hard cock through his pants. "Stop!" Lance said, still laughing. "It's already bad enough. The trains coming in 2 minutes and I gotta walk through that crowd." Joan sat back smiling, trying to stop the giggling fit she was in. "Mmmmm, she moaned in mock lust. Does someone want to slide their big wiener between these big buns? she said, grabbing as much of her breasts as she could in her hands and squeeze them. This caused Lance to turn even redder and giggle harder. Just walk with your briefcase in front of you, she said. I'm sure they won't notice. They both burst into more laughter and shared in the moment until Lance heard the train whistle. "You are gonna pay for this," he said, wiping tears from his eyes and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "See you tonight ... Juggsy," he said, playfully poking her very prominent nipple straining thru her blouse. He got out of the car, adjusted his pants as best he could, put his briefcase in front of him and boarded the train.
Like clockwork, Lance rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed at precisely 6:15 AM. His body was so acclimated to his schedule that he no longer required an alarm clock; he even woke up at the same time on the weekends and had do so for years. He went about his normal morning routine: 20-minute treadmill run, shower, shave, and breakfast. But this morning, he skipped breakfast since he had a scheduled physical for later that morning. Joan's internal clock, on the other hand, was as erratic as Lance's was concrete. She woke up at various times, but was always able to have her morning's activities done before they left. Since the boys were away at a sports camp for the week, this morning was a bit easier. She got out of bed at 6:45 AM and went about her routine. By 7:30, they were ready to leave. "Remember - I have my physical at 11:30 this morning, so I'll be taking the later train back this evening," Lance said as he settled into the passenger side of Joan's car and buckled his seatbelt. "Since the boys are away, how about we go out for dinner?" "That sounds good," Joan said, a bit relieved to not have to cook. "Where should we go?" "Lance thought for a bit. "Let's do something different. Let's just drive around till we find something."
If there was one thing Joan had learned over the years about her husband was that, except on those blue-moon occasions, he was extremely predictable. Joan had always been a "free-spirit" type, and the two of them had as little in common as an ant has in common with an elephant. But she had fallen for him and fallen hard. He was the straight-laced guy from the well-to-do family that carried a 4.0 and was the model guy; she was the club going, free-wheeling, party girl that carried a 3.0 but always waited until the last minute to cram. Their meeting was totally by chance, and while it wasn't a "love at first sight" moment, they both somehow knew that they had found their life partner.
Even though she loved him with all of her being, Joan often found herself bored as shit. While she took comfort in the stability Lance provided her and for their family, she often thought back to her party days with a deep sense of longing. This last year had been especially difficult with "empty-nest syndrome" setting in on her; she knew that the boys would be leaving during the summer and she often thought about how her life was going to change. It had always been the same routine in the morning, the same routine in the evening, and for the occasional dinner date, the same on the weekends. Their sex life had tailed off a little over the years, but 4-5 times a month was the norm. Joan had desperately yearned for more intimacy and a lot more sex (she adored Lances body and the way he kept in shape, and while he wasnt the biggest shed ever had, he certainly had more than enough to satisfy her), but she never really pressed since she knew Lance worked hard. So for Lance to take that approach to dinner the way he did, she jumped at the chance to have some "real" fun.
His forays outside of the box were rare, and when they were, they were always unforgettable: the time he decided to take the family on a vacation - to Singapore - after buying the tickets on a whim the night before; the time he staged a "mock" proposal to her in a restaurant (she had blushed profusely as the patrons clapped and cheered); and the time when they were on one of his business trips to New York and he took her to strip club. Every time was an adventure and Joan had a feeling that this was going to be one of those times. So Joan was more than a bit intrigued by Lance's spontaneity.
"So - what's gotten into you this morning?" she asked. "You've got that glint in your eye." Lance chuckled. "Nah, no glint here. I just want to do something a bit different, that's all. Since the boys are gone for the week, I figured we could stretch our legs a bit and get out for a while." Lance took her hand and looked over at her as she drove. "I know you have some concerns about what's going to happen at the end of next month, with the boys leaving," he said, his tone becoming more serious. "And I know that being with me can be ... for lack of a better term pretty dull. I'm not the most energetic guy when it comes to those sorts of things, and I know you miss that. Dave and Daws will be out of the house, starting their own lives, and I understand that's going to take some getting use to not having them around to care for." Joan was a bit surprise by Lance's introspective - she didn't think that he'd even thought that much about her in all of this. "Thanks, honey," she said. "And I appreciate you thinking about me in all of this. And I won't lie - I have thought about it a lot and about how things were back when we were in college. I know it was a long time ago and we're all "grown up" now, but those were good times and a part of me still misses that. But I'm so thankful to have you and everything we have now. So don't worry about me. I've been thinking about going more into full time capacity with the firm and I've even tossed around the idea of taking the bar."
Lance was a bit surprised by her statement. "Wow - that's great! When did you decide that? You never told me you had an interest in taking it further?" "I know," she said. "It's just something I've been tossing around a bit. You know to spice things up a bit, as you say. And since we're talking about changes, I've been thinking about getting bigger boobs, too." Lance quickly turned to look at her with a look of shock and amazement. Joan as a very attractive woman and she looked much better in her mid-40's than she did in her 20's. She was of Italian descent and could be described as "zaftig." Joan's friends would always tease her saying that she was the classic "MILF," and she got a kick out of engaging in harmless flirting whenever she went out with them, which wasn't all that often. Lance had come to love her breasts more and more over the years as age, motherhood, and weight gain had cause them to increase in size considerably. He'd always had a thing for Joan's legs and while they were still as long and shapely as ever, over the years he'd evolved from a leg man into a tit man. Her breasts, while not overly large, were plenty big - at a very hefty 44 D, they were more than enough for him. Hearing that she wanted them bigger caused a surge of blood to rush to his groin and he felt a sure-fire erection coming on. As he stared at her, Joan broke down and burst into laughter - she couldn't hold it in any longer. "HA! Gotcha!" she exclaimed, laughing hard. "Oh, you should see the look on your face," she said, her eyes tearing she was laughing so hard. Lance sat back, beet red from embarrassment. He couldn't help but laugh; his wife had an outrageous sense of humor and always caught him off guard.
This one really threw him for a loop though, and they were still laughing when she pulled into the parking lot of the commuter station. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, but Lance didn't move. Normally, he would return the kiss, grab his briefcase and get out. But this time, he sat there, still giggling with his hands in his lap, trying to hide the very prominent tent in his pants. Joan noticed what he was doing and started giggling again. "Ohhh seems like my friend seemed to like what he heard," she said reaching over and stroking his hard cock through his pants. "Stop!" Lance said, still laughing. "It's already bad enough. The trains coming in 2 minutes and I gotta walk through that crowd." Joan sat back smiling, trying to stop the giggling fit she was in. "Mmmmm, she moaned in mock lust. Does someone want to slide their big wiener between these big buns? she said, grabbing as much of her breasts as she could in her hands and squeeze them. This caused Lance to turn even redder and giggle harder. Just walk with your briefcase in front of you, she said. I'm sure they won't notice. They both burst into more laughter and shared in the moment until Lance heard the train whistle. "You are gonna pay for this," he said, wiping tears from his eyes and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "See you tonight ... Juggsy," he said, playfully poking her very prominent nipple straining thru her blouse. He got out of the car, adjusted his pants as best he could, put his briefcase in front of him and boarded the train.
