All is well that ends well

Written by: Inneed

My husband wanted me to tell him about my having sex with someone else. I DID!

To look at us, you would assume that we are an average couple in our
mid-fifties. In many ways you would be correct.  We socialize 
infrequently, preferring to stay home in the evenings watching TV or 
reading. To break the day to day monotony of being a stay at home 
housewife, I belong to a fitness club that I visit on a regular basis. 
I'm not a muscle freak, but do like to keep my body toned and in good 
shape. 

I have short brown hair, brown eyes, and wear glasses which makes me
look like a rather attractive librarian. My dimensions are: 36C, 30, 
36.I'm five feet four inches tall and weigh one hundred twenty pounds. 
My name is Francine, but my friends call me Fran. 

My husband is five feet seven inches high, has brown hair and hazel
eyes. He weighs on hundred forty pounds and is in pretty good shape for 
a man of his age. Oh yes, he has a six inch penis when it is erect. 

Prior to our marriage, I had and enjoyed different lovers. I have been
faithful to my husband since our marriage until six months ago and what 
happened then was partially his fault. 

You see, one of his sexual fantasies (actually his only one) is for me
to be fucked royally by someone other than him while he watched or at 
least my telling him in great detail about how I had been screwed and 
how much I loved having a BIG dick stuck in me. 

Hubby thought that he knew me and this would never happen, so the next
best thing was for me to make up a story while we were having 
intercourse. He wanted to pretend that he was my lover sticking it to 
me. 

The only problem was that I have little imagination and could not come
up with a creditable story to tell him about something that never 
happened. 

So last week we were in bed on our sides with my back to his front with
his arm around my waist. He was dozing off when I said, "I bet you 
can't guess who I saw this afternoon. 

"Who?" he asked while he muffling a yawn. 

"Frank Peterson" 

"Who is Frank Peters- - My God-You mean THE Frank Peterson you were
dating before we were married?" 

"Yes" 

All of a second hubby was wide awake. I was lying on my back then and
his hand was on my breast. 

"Where did this happen?" 

"At WAL -MART while I was there picking up a prescription this
afternoon." 

"Did he recognize you?" 

"Yes and he really startled me!" 

"How" 

"I didn't know that there was anyone behind me, when all of a sudden
there were these arms encircling my waist and I was being pulled back 
until my body was against theirs." 

At this point, I could feel my husband's penis rising as it pressed into
me as his leg was now over mine. 

"What happened then?" 

"I still couldn't see who was holding me and then this person kissed my
neck, then his hand and arm moved up my waist until it was touching the 
lower side of my breast." "I was indignant, I jerked my body away and 
turned to slap whoever it was in the face!" "When I had turned around 


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