If the husband doesn't want it, there is someone out there that does.
written by:
Kathy Lee

If the husband doesn't want it, there is someone who does. By Kathy Lee

While I was married my husband treated me like I was his personal property. He only came to me for sex only two or three times a month, and if I came to him he would try to humiliate me by calling me a slut of a nymphomaniac.

I often warned him that his attitude toward me would eventually run me off, and that his lack of bedroom performances would push me into another man's bed, but he thought I was crazy, and he didn't heed the warning.

Several months before I left him I met a man, Sal Norbit, who showed me what life could be like without my husband. He told me that he didn't want to be in an exclusive relationship, but that if I was so unhappy at home I could make my own life. I appreciated his honesty and told him it was refreshing to hear the truth from a man for a change.

I could do anything I wanted, I wouldn't have to take the degradation from him any longer and if I wanted to get laid I knew how to work it.

I'd been told my many men that that I'd dated that I was drop dead gorgeous, but I always felt they were saying it just to get in my pants., but when Sal told me I was I had to believe him.

"Maria," Sal said to me as he leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, "why would I lie to you. I've already been in your pants. If I was going to lie I would have told you before I got hold of that tight pussy of yours"

When he told me it in his brutal way, I couldn't find any reasoning behind doubting him. He'd already made love to me several times so he could have not said anything. Apparently over the eleven years of a marriage made from hell, I'd lost my self esteem.

I met Sal three days ago when I went into town to do some shopping. I started feeling hungry shortly after I left the J.C. Penny's outlet so I decided to go to the local eatery and grab a big salad to tide me over until dinner.

Shortly after I sat down a strange man moved to my table and without asking pulled out a chair and sat across from me.

When I looked around and saw that so many tables were empty I asked him what he was doing.

He looked me in the eyes and told me that he was hungry so he stopped in to grab a juicy steak and a nice cold beer.

When I told him that wasn't what I meant, that I wanted to know why he couldn't sit at one of the empty tables, he sat his plate down and looked up at me.

He told me that he was tired of eating alone, and that if he was to eat his meal with another person he wanted to make certain he picked out someone who was gorgeous.

I was flattered that he said that, but then I knew he was just trying to pick me up. I knew before he was finished with his meal he would be asking me out, even though I had a wedding ring on my finger.

He was the typical male. When he lifted his fork and knife he didn't waste any time with chewing, and within minutes his plate was cleaned.

He raised the empty beer up to the waitress to let her know that he needed a fresh drink while he looked at me and told me that he would drink one more beer then he would be out of my hair.

I still didn't believe him. I knew that before he got up he would pop the question to me, and I would have to tell him no, that I was married.

Seven minutes later he sat the empty beer bottle next to the other empty bottle and fished out a five dollar bill to leave the waitress as a tip for his meal. As he rose from his seat he tipped his ball cap to me and thanked me for my company and then he turned to go to the cashier to pay for his dinner. I was sh ocked. All I could do was look at the back of him as he moved off. I just knew before he exited the eatery that he would turn back and come to my table and ask me out.

When I saw him walk through the doorway I felt relieved and insulted at the same time. Although I dreaded him asking me out, when he didn't I felt ugly.

I got up to pay for my meal and run out to catch up with him to see what his story was. When I pulled my wallet out from my purse the cashier told me that my meal had already been taken care of, that the man that was sitting with me earlier paid the full bill.

I couldn't believe it. The man was nothing but nice to me and I wouldn't even say two words to him, and then he added salt to my wounds when he paid for my meal.

After I stepped out onto the sidewalk I looked both ways to see if I could find him, and then I crossed the street and look both ways again. He was nowhere in sight.

I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. The first man that I'd met in a long time that treated me with respect and all he got from me was disrespect. I hated that he got away from me without me having a chance to apologize and thank him for the meal.

After a while I gave up on finding the stranger and decided I would go back in J.C. Penny's and get the sexy teddy that I earlier debated about getting. Maybe if I put that on tonight, when Jack came home from the bar maybe he would take a good look at me and get excited. Maybe for once he would want to take me to the bedroom and devour me.

I couldn't get the stranger out of my head the rest of the day. He was so nice, a perfect gentleman, not like the creep I was married to, yet I treat my husband better than I did him.

I expected Jack home for dinner but by the time seven o'clock rolled around I knew I probably wouldn't see him until after ten o'clock, when he'd come stumbling in from his latest drunk and want me to help him to the bathroom so he could throw up.

I pulled the teddy from the shopping bag and almost tossed it in the trash, but at the last minute I decide I wanted to wear it. The stranger said I was gorgeous, so maybe if I had it on, maybe I would feel gorgeous.

I stood in front of the full length mirror that hung from the bathroom door and studied myself from head to toe. My breast were still as firm as the day I got married, although I did lose one cup size, but they were still hot looking.

I'd never stood and studied myself before, so I felt silly doing it now, but as I looked at different parts of my body I realized that I wasn't near as bad as Jack tried to make be believe.

I could still wear a size six jeans, and if I put on a nice tube top I bet I could turn a few heads in my direction.

The more I thought about the hateful things that John said about me in the past few years the madder I got.

When I thought about the stranger I thought it would have served Jack right had the stranger asked me to a motel and I went and screwed his eyes out.

Jack came home just after nine and surprisingly he was only half drunk.

The son of a bitch must have run out of money and the bartender refused to set up a tab for him.

When he saw me lying on the top of the sheets wearing the sexiest teddy I'd ever owned, he sneered at me and asked me why I was trying to look like a whore.

Tears flowed when I climbed under the covers and turned my back to Jack. Right then and there I decided that if a man, any man, showed me kindness again, I would give him a night neither of us would ever forget.

By the time I got up Jack had already dressed and gone to work. I hoped I could sleep in. I was still hurt from his mean words and didn't want to see his face.

I decided that I was going to go back to J.C. Penny's and get several more sexy teddies. I knew I would never wear them around Jack, but with the mood I was in, I knew I would eventually show them off to some other man. I was fed up with Jack. If he didn't find me attractive and didn't want me, I was sure some man out there would.

Around one thirty I started to get hungry so I decided to go to the same eatery I went to yesterday. In the back of my mind I was hoping to see the stranger there, but I knew it was a farfetched idea.

When I entered the restaurant I noticed the stranger sitting alone at the same table we sat at yesterday. This time I decided I would play his part, so I moved to the waitress and ordered a big juicy steak and a cold beer.

Just as they brought it out to me I moved over and sat in the chair directly across from him at his table.

"I hate eating alone," I told him, "so I figured it I was to eat with someone I might as well make it a handsome man."

I could hear the light chuckle he made as he looked down for a few seconds before he signaled for the waitress.

"Could I change my order please?" He asked her when the waitress arrived at our table.

"You sure can honey," she said as she pulled out her order pad.

"Could you bring me a large salad and a nice cold glass of ice tea?"

This time it was his turn to hear the light chuckle that came from across the table.

Nothing was said by either of us during the meal. When I finished the steak and the two beer I reached in my purse and dropped the five dollars I found buried under the stack of tens, and as I rose up to leave I thanked him for his company.

I could actually feel his eyes on me when I paid and walked out the door. I knew he would be out right after me, so I stood next to the door way and waited.

When he walked out and started to look around for me I laughed as I stepped out from behind a pillar.

"That's not fair," he said as he stepped in closer to me. "I paid for both of our meals yesterday, and today you told the cashier that I would take care of both of our meals again."

When I busted out laughing he could do nothing but stand and stare at me with a huge smile on his face.

"I never said I was stupid," I told him as I smiled back at him. "But let me make it up to you. There's a bar across the street. Let me buy you a drink."

"That is the best offer I've had all week," he said as he took me by the elbow and walked me across the street.

After we ordered our drinks we moved to the back corner booth so that we wouldn't disturb anyone or be disturbed ourselves. While we talked I noticed that he doctored his beer. I was on my second drink and he still had half a beer left. When I asked him about it he smiled and told me that he didn't drink much. Then he told me that he usually drank a couple of beers with his meal and that was about his limit.

When I heard him tell me that I could only smile. If it had been Jack sitting there he would have already started on his second six pack.

While we talked I could feel a strong attraction to him. When he introduced his name as Sal I could only assume that he decided to use a made up name. Apparently I wasn't the first to think that way when meeting someone. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his wallet then handed me his driver's license. He was telling the truth, his name was Sal, Sal Norbit.

From the expressions on my face I could tell he saw the interest I had in him. He spoke to me with nothing but respect. And he didn't bring up the subject of sex once.

After he finished his second beer he looked at me and told me that was it for him. My immediate thought was that our little drink date was over, and I didn't want it to end.

"Do you live close by?" I asked him before I realized what I'd done.

"Just down the street." He told me as he fished for his wallet to pay the bill.

"I told you this was on me," I told him as I pulled my clutch from my purse.

Once we were out in the sunlight I allowed him to lead me to his house like a love sick puppy. I felt like a little school girl in love. I wanted to be with him even though I knew it was wrong. I was afraid that this would go too far, and that I would hate myself in the morning.

When we walked through his front door I was surprised to find I didn't have any regrets about being there. I was with a man who talked nice to me and treated me like a lady, and it was what I desperately needed.

Sal made us both tall glasses of iced down soda before we moved to his sit at his love seat. When I looked around I could tell the man had money, along with good taste. His house wasn't decorated like the average males, it had a strong touch of class.

When I told him that I loved how nice he had his house set up he told me that he couldn't take all the credit. He told me he just gotten out of a long term relationship, and that it was she that had the decorative skills.

While we talked I couldn't keep my eyes off of his lips. I couldn't help but wonder if he was a good kisser and could make me melt in his arms, or if I was just infatuated and that this feeling I had was caused from being needy. The only thing I could credit Jack with was that he was an excellent kisser. It was the rest of a relationship he was terrible at.

Finally I couldn't take it any longer, I had to find out. My curiosity got the better of me and I felt a need to know.

Finally I had to tell him why I couldn't keep my eyes off of his lips.

When he slid next to me and put his arms around me I thought I would melt. It felt so good feeling safe in some ones arms again. When his face moved towards me I met him half way, and when our lips touched I knew I would never be the same again.

The sweetness of his mouth was intoxicating and I didn't want to pull away. I needed the attention that I lacked at home. I didn't want to ever move from his arms.

I felt that I should break away from the kiss, I knew if we continued it would get out of hand and that we would end up in the bedroom.

When I felt his hand sliding under my blouse I felt the goose bump rise on my arms and the back of my neck. I felt like I couldn't stop him if I wanted. I had a need for him that was much stronger than my morals, and I knew we had crossed the line. There would be no stopping it now.

When I felt him gently twisting my nipples I wondered if he could hear my moans, or if they were only in my head.

The feelings I had were what I'd needed for a long time. They were the same feeling that Jack could have given me had he put in any kind of effort.

When he took my hand in his and guided it to his hard cock I didn't resist. When I slid my hand over his shaft I was amazed at the size. Jack was pretty well endowed, or at least I thought he was, but Sal was so much bigger and thicker.

Sal stood up and held his and out to me. When I reached up and took his he helped me stand and then we moved towards the back of his house to where I was sure was his bedroom.

"You do know that I am married don't you?" I asked him as we stepped into one of the nicest bedroom I'd ever been in.

"I saw the ring yesterday," he told me, "that is why I didn't try to get you to go out with me. But when I saw the pain in your eyes at the restaurant today, I knew you weren't happily married. And sometimes you need to see how the single live before you can realize there is worst things than being alone."

"I don't understand," I told him as I stood in front of him at the side of the bed while he slowly unbuttoned my blouse.

"I can't speak for you," he started telling me, "but I was the loneliest when me and my ex was still together. Being with her was a life of misery.

When I finally got the nerve to call it off I knew I would never be as lonely as I was when I was with her. And when you finally realize it, then you will do what you need to do."

I couldn't speak. He gave me a lot to think about. I knew he was right. I've been so lonely for so long I hated waking up in the mornings. I felt like death was a better alternative for me than where I was. I was living like I was one of the living dead, moving around without a thought of my own or the initiative to come up with one.

When I saw my blouse hit the floor I decide that this moment was going to be mine. I was going to give this man what Jack should have gotten but refused to accept. I was going to make this man mine for the next few hours.

I think I startled Sal when I reached in and started to undo his belt. He didn't expect it at all. He knew I was lonely, but he was smart enough to know that just because a woman was lonely didn't make her an easy piece of ass.

I was scared. I hadn't had any intimacy in sex in so long I wasn't sure I would still have it in me. I wanted to please this man for all that he'd done for me and how he made me feel so desirable.

When you have someone constantly telling you that you are no good, trash, ugly and anything else that would hurt, eventually you start believing it.

When I pulled his shorts out from his waist and reached my hand down to hold his cock I thought we would both pass out with passion.

I never thought that size would mean so much, but when I had his thick cock in my hands I knew that before I left Sal's house I would not be the same Maria that entered.

I could barely get my hands around him, and when I stroked to stroke him I honestly think I got turn on more than he did.

Finally I gave in to all my frustrations. It was time I gave up the goodie two shoe thoughts he had on me.

I slowly lowered myself to the floor even as I continued to stroke him, and once I had his pants all the way to the floor I moved in and slowly licked the sides of his cock. When I looked up at his face I could see him glassy eyed watching me.

When I tried to slide my mouth down on him I could feel the stretching of my lips at each corner. I wasn't sure of how much I could take in but I was going to take as much as I could. When I felt his hands on the back of my head pulling me in I can't remember anything being as sensual as at that precise moment.

I wasn't able to get all of him in me but I could tell I got enough to make him happy to be with me.

When I heard a steady moaning coming from him I knew he was about to cum. I'd never had any man cum in my mouth before and for the thought to come to me at that time I felt I was doom to eternity in hell.

When he tightened up and tossed his head back I knew he was about to fill my mouth with his move juices, and although I felt I should pull away I didn't want to.

I was surprised that the taste of his cum was as good as it was. When I was first married my husband always wanted me to suck his cock, but he didn't want to eat my pussy unless I insisted. When a woman has to insist that her husband eat her pussy it makes her feel cheap, and I knew I wouldn't enjoy it.

After I stood up Sal moved in and held me tight as our lips met. I could tell he liked what I did for him and I as almost certain he would want to satisfy me the same way.

When he had me sit on the edge of the bed I thought he was going to want me to suck his cock again, but then he had me lay back on the bed.

I didn't know what he was doing. He took both of my legs and draped them over his shoulders and then he looked up and smiled at me.

When I felt his tongue slid along the side of my clit I felt like my inside was a big bag of Mexican jumping beans. My insides turned and jerked, and the longer he worked on my clit the more intense it became. I felt like I was floating on a cloud without a worry in the world.

I could feel my body warming up and I felt like I was about to piss on him, but I knew it wasn't piss. I was dangerously close to cumming.

I'd heard women talking about the ultimate orgasm and I'd sit back and laugh silently at them. There was no such thing. But when Sal pulled me in tighter I knew I was about to experience one first hand.

I was so amazed at Sal when he continued to eat my pussy even as I unloaded on his face, and he even licked longer once I was completely spent.

I'd never had such intense emotions as I had when I came. It felt like my soul left my body and I was finally relaxed, without a care or worry in the world.

We spent the next three hours in bed. We did everything that Jack and I should have been doing for the past three years but that he refused.

When I felt his big thick cock sliding deep in my pussy I thought he was going to rip me in half, but once I was properly stretched I knew I could take anything he threw my way.

Before I left his house I had one of his extra house keys and an invitation to come back anytime I need or wanted to. He told me he wasn't ready for an exclusive relationship yet, after all, he'd just gotten out of one, now he needed time for himself.

But before I left he told me that if I gave him time that one day we could be a couple.

Three weeks later I moved out of the family house and got my own apartment. After years of warnings I finally followed through with my threats. I filled for a divorce the next day and went on a serious job hunt.

I see Sal several times a week and occasionally I stay the whole weekend. I didn't have the heart to tell Sal, but since he wasn't interested in dating anyone else, nor I, we were already a couple.