My husband and I have been married for over twenty years. We started out great, like most young couples but over the years our passion has waned and our relationship has become contentious.
As we have aged, we both seem to be less interested in maintaining a healthy marriage. I cannot blame this all on my husband. I am half of the marriage and I could have done more to keep the marriage alive. Like my husband, I work hard and between work and raising our daughter, I let things go downhill. Now that she is in college and we are empty nesters, I have no real excuse.
My husband was a confident and adventurous lover when we first met. I had been with a few men before him, but when we became intimate, I knew he was who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Jerry, my husband, was passionate but he also made having sex fun. News Flash! Young men are usually not very concerned about their partner's sexual experience. He was more concerned that I would have a good time, and a wonderful climax. than he was about achieving his own release. Before Jerry, all of my boyfriends had been just concerned with what they wanted.
The fact that Jerry is adventurous, may have been why we were fighting now. For at least, the past ten years, he has been going on about watching me have sex with another man. He claims he had mentioned his desire, even before we were married, but I have only a vague recollection of him saying anything like that. What I do remember him saying, then; I thought was just pillow talk. When we would make love, Jerry would talk about how much other men would love to see my body, and how it would turn him on to see me with another man. Sometimes I would play along and maybe ask him who he would want it to be or maybe pretend that I wanted another man to be pounding me to my climax. It was just talk, to help Jerry reach his orgasm.
Many times, over the years, I told Jerry that there was no way in hell that I would let another man into our bedroom. He would invariably make some flippant comment like, I guess you could get a hotel room or go to his house. He just didn't get it and it seemed that he was pushing harder and harder for me to try this. I had just about enough and chose to vent to June, a woman who had been my best friend for most of the twenty years that I had been married. We went through our pregnancies together and I consoled her through both of her divorces. We worked for the same company but in different departments.
The night before, Jerry had told me, flat out, that he wanted us to do something about his fantasy. He claimed that he would be flexible and was willing to consider something less than me sleeping with another man, but he wanted us to do something. However, when I asked him what it would take for him to be satisfied, he admitted that he probably would not be completely satisfied unless I went all the way with someone. Our discussion turned ugly after that, and we both said hurtful things that we really did not mean. For all intents he had given me an ultimatum and I was not going to stand for it. He went to his work shop and I stayed in the house. About then, my June called, and I vented to her. She told me that she would not put up with a man telling her what to do. She was still single after her second divorce. She offered that I could stay with her for a while if I wanted to teach my husband a lesson, or until I found my own place, if I decided to be free of him. I quickly packed a suitcase of clothes and left a nasty note for my husband. I told him that I was leaving until he got over his problem.
I expected that Jerry would be calling as soon as he saw that I had left him, begging me to come home. The phone was strangely silent. Two days later I began to worry that he may have done something really bad, so I sent him an email, asking if he was alright. An hour later, he texted back that he was fine. It seemed obvious that my husband was going to be difficult, so I began looking for a small apartment near where I worked.
That weekend, my friend and now roommate, June, asked me to go out with her. She told me that she wanted to introduce me to some of her friends, so I agreed. It was beginning to look like I might end up being separated or maybe even divorced before the fight with my husband was over. I didn't plan to actually do anything more than dance with a few guys. I was looking forward to blowing off some steam, but I had my tubes tied after our daughter was born, so I was prepared if something did happen.
The place June took me to, is what she called her man shop. It was a large, but run down, country bar near the edge of town. June was well known there and we never had to buy a drink. Men bought us drinks from the time we arrived and when the band began to play, we had a dance partner for every dance we wanted to dance. As the evening got later, June began to gravitate to a big man who looked like he might be a construction worker. Since I was there with her, another man who claimed to be a friend of hers, began sitting with me at our table. Just before last call, June and the man she was with, came to our table, where she loudly announced that she was going home with Bill. She handed me her house keys, right in front of the man I was sitting with, and told me that he and I could use her apartment tonight, because she did not intend to return until the next day.
Like I said, I didn't plan to sleep with anyone but the fact that it had been a couple weeks since I had relations with my husband, combined with the attention and complements men had been giving me all night, had me very horny. I asked the man still sitting at my table, who by the way was grinning from ear to ear, what his name was and when he reminded me that it was John, I asked John if he would like to join me at June's place. We were both grinning from ear to ear as we left the bar.
I let John drive my car and he knew the way to June's apartment. I turned on the charm, as best I could, and told John that I hoped he was not tired because we were not going to do much sleeping. I briefly thought about my husband but pushed those thoughts from my mind by telling myself that he should have contacted me by now. We parked in the drive way and went into the apartment. I was kissing John in the living room when he suggested we go the bedroom. I was not thinking about my husband when John led me into the bedroom. He knew where it was so he must have been here previously. We practically ripped each other's clothes off and for the first time in over twenty-two years I gave myself to another man. Yes, it was good. It was passionate, exciting, and while I was probably drunk on alcohol from the bar, I was also drunk on the passion this man had for me. Like every man before him, he was mostly concerned with getting his relief, but in doing so he gave me oral and I managed a small climax. He mounted me and his technique was entirely different than what I had become used to with my husband. His cock felt good, but he lacked the gentle finesse that I loved from my husband. I spread my legs wide and John lifted my legs and bent them back, almost to my breasts, while he used my vagina for his relief.
Normally, after my husband finished, we would normally cuddle and go to sleep holding each other. I wanted John to remember me, so after he came inside me, I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and tried to suck him back to life. Even though I did not like the taste of our combined fluids, but I did my best to make him hard again. He fell asleep, and suddenly I did not want him in my bed all night. He complained when I woke him up, but I was able to get him dressed and called an Uber for him. I fell asleep, not sure if I liked what had happened or not.
I decided, over that weekend, that I did enjoy what John and I did together but he was not someone I wanted to date. John had served his purpose. He had been my ice breaker. When June returned home, late Saturday afternoon, she assured me that she knew many men who would love to date me. I told her that I was probably not ready for the bar scene, but I was beginning to form a plan.
The company flirt, also the sales manager and owner's son, where I worked had been hitting on me forever. I had not told him about separating from my husband but he seemed to be trying, harder than usual, to get me to go out with him. Robert, the sales manager, is a very attractive man than reportedly had played football during his college years. There were rumors that he was a fantastic lover, but no one was sure who was making that report. In the five years I had worked with him, Robert had flirted with me since his first day on the job. He had dated a few of the other women who worked with me but they never seemed to last. In fact, now that I thought about it, they seemed to leave the company after dating Robert for a while. Maybe that was because the company we worked for had a very strong non fraternization policy.
That Monday, when Robert came by my desk, I was all smiles and when he suggested, for probably the thousandth time, that we should go out together, I told him that I would be willing to go to lunch with him today if he wanted. His facial expressions were amusing. He was prepared to be shot down, for the thousandth time, and when I had not only said yes, but suggested a time so soon, he was not sure if I was joking or serious.
At noon, Robert collected me and we went to a nice Italian place near the office. Robert was a gentleman but the first question he had was why, after five years, did I finally agree to go to lunch with him. I told him, with as straight of a face as I could muster, that until about a week ago I was married and it would not have been proper for me to date him. Yes, I know this was not a date, but it served my purpose. The reason Robert was a good sales manager is that he was very good at getting people to like him and to talk to him. Over lunch, he managed to get me to tell him what had gone wrong between my husband and me.
Robert, seemed to be disgusted by what my husband wanted and subtly suggested that he would never disrespect a woman that way. Of course, that made me feel good, this man was agreeing with me and supporting me in what I had done. When our lunch was nearly over, I mentioned that we needed to get back, he told me that he had talked to the owner, his father, and I had the rest of the day off with pay. I blushed knowing that dating the owner's son had its advantages. We spent the next couple hours visiting and flirting with each other. We had also drank a couple bottles of wine and were feeling no pain when we returned to our workplace.
Rather than go to my car, I left my keys with security and I called myself a cab. When I got home, to June's place, I showered and put on my old night gown. I was pleased when Robert had two young men return my car. Again, I mused about the advantages of dating the owner's son. I was terribly embarrassed when Robert showed up shortly after five o'clock, with a bucket of chicken and a bottle of wine. I was glad to see him and I love fried chicken, but I was totally embarrassed because I was wearing my well-worn night gown that came down below my knees, no bra, and my earlier shower had removed all traces of my makeup. I am sure I looked horrible. After Robert invited himself into the apartment, I mentioned that June would be home soon. He informed me that he had spoken to June and asked her to give us some privacy tonight. Robert had given her a gift certificate to a very fancy restaurant and told her to take her boyfriend to dinner, on him. I knew what he had planned and part of me was very interested after spending the afternoon with him. We opened the bucket of chicken and sat on the floor, next to the coffee table, to share our meal.
I was not opposed to doing things with Robert, heck, I was looking forward to it, but Robert seemed to presume that we would have sex. After we had finished our dinner and his bottle of wine, Robert put his arm around me and began kissing me. I was not dressed for a date and was only wearing my knee length, cotton gown and a pair of white panties. Robert would have no problem getting to the good parts.
Rather than finding the good parts himself, he told me to take the gown off. If I had street clothes on I could have given him a little strip tease. Tonight, I just stood and pulled the gown over my head. I went to get on his lap, wearing just the tiny panties, but he stopped me and told me to lose the panties. It was sort of a mood breaker for me, but I stood in front of him and shyly lowered my panties. I had not particularly prepared for a date and my pubic hair had not been trimmed in a few weeks. I had not planned to have sex last weekend, when I went to the bar, and I never dreamed things would move this fast with Robert. I apologized for my unkempt look, but Robert dismissed my concerns. He stood and led me to my bedroom. Robert removed his slacks and underwear and then pushed down on my shoulders.
I knew what he wanted and dropped to my knees. I had sometimes given my husband oral and he had always let me control the pace. My husband's moans always made it clear how much he was enjoying what I was doing to him. With Robert I began to kiss his slightly turgid cock. Rather than be excited, Robert told me to quit fucking around and suck his cock. He then held his cock with one hand and placed the other behind my head, forcing is cock into my mouth. I was not so much giving him oral pleasure as he was fucking my face.
He came in my mouth, without warning, and then pushed me back, onto the bed, and mounted me. I am not sure he even knew it was me he was having sex with, he was just pounding a wet hole for his pleasure. He was better than John, in that he stayed hard and after he came in my pussy, something my husband had not done since our dating days. The second time was slightly better because he slowed down and I was able to enjoy what he was doing. I was able to reach an orgasm but my pleasure was not important to Robert. After he came he told me that he knew he would fuck me, eventually, since the day he joined his father's company. Further, he began to brag about women who still work for his father's company, that he had bedded. If he would tell me who he had slept with, I was sure he would tell others he had slept with me. As he dressed, he tried to take a quick picture of me with his phone. I was still nude, but I managed to get most of me covered before he took the picture. He acted pissed that I would not give him a good nude pose, but by that time, I did not care what he wanted. He made a few veiled threats that amounted to I had better let him have a picture or I might find myself unemployed. Again, I had seen the real Robert and I didn't care what he wanted.
After Robert was gone, I sat on the sofa and cried. I had let my marriage fall apart by not trying to keep it interesting. Jerry has his faults but this fight was mainly to prove to my husband that I would not give him what he wanted. I tried to show him that I would not have casual sex, but within a week of leaving him, I had let two men use my body and neither had been especially good or rewarding.
After a good cry, I texted my husband and asked him if I could come home and talk to him. Several minutes later he responded with a single word, "Why?" I did not like his answer but knew I had made a mistake, so I texted back, telling him that I may have made a mistake. That should have brought a positive response from a man that I had been married to for over twenty years. Instead, he answered, that there was nothing to talk about. I responded with, "What about twenty years of marriage." He quickly responded that I gave up our twenty year marriage when, within a week of leaving him, I was giving myself to other men but for the same twenty years I had refused to give him his fantasy.
His message angered me but it also felt like a punch in the gut because what he said was true. I did not respond but when I was still awake after midnight, I texted him that I was sorry. Jerry must have also been awake, because a couple minutes later he responded that he was sorry too, but he did not see how we could ever be a couple again. Again, his response angered me, but I chose not to let this turn into another fight. I texted back that I know I was wrong and I know I had hurt him, but there must be something we could do to save our marriage. This time it was several minutes before he responded.
His response was pointed, but I do not think it was meant to be hurtful. He said that he felt I would have to do something to prove to him that I was serious about saving our marriage. I began to gush about how I knew we could save our marriage, but he did not respond to my texts. I must have fallen asleep, finally, because when I woke, there was a super long text from my husband. Jerry said that he did love me and wished our marriage had worked. He told me that he had thought I was opposed to having sex with anyone else, so he had tried to change his desires for most of the twenty years we had been married. He said that it had not worked and his fantasy would always come back. He said that he was shocked when I chose to be with another man, so quickly after leaving. He thought I would hold off until we were divorced or at least legally separated. My husband told me that he had driven to Judy's place, late Friday night, to discuss our marriage and then cried when he saw me bringing some guy (John) home with me after being gone for less than a week.
He told me that he may have been able to forgive that time, if I was sorry and blamed it on being drunk, but when he tried to return on Monday evening to try and talk our problems out, he saw me letting Robert into the house, with take out and a bottle of wine. He knew Robert and his exact words were "That slime ball, Robert". I started to try and explain but deleted the message and called him instead. I hate texting about important things so I wanted to call him instead of texting. It took several rings for Jerry to pick up the phone.
My husband did not seems anxious to talk to me. He said that he had sent me a message and he did not think we had anything more to discuss. He admitted that he was afraid that I would talk him into trying again and then things would go back to the way they had been for twenty years. There was little I could say, so I asked him to tell me what he wanted from me for us to try and make our marriage work.
Again, he spoke very quietly and said that he did not know what we could do, but I would have to do something that would convince him that our life would not slip back to the way it had been before. He said he knew I did not want to be shared, and he had spent the last twenty years trying to find something that we could do, together, to satisfy his fantasy. My husband told me that there was nothing that he could think of, that would repair our marriage. He then told me that he had already contacted a lawyer and planned to provide me with a generous division of assets. He was going on about that if I was in agreement we could use the same attorney when I shouted for him to stop! Jerry apologized again, and said he better stop talking to me. I told him to stop saying that and heard myself saying that I would give him what he wanted.
Rather than jump at the chance to finally get his fantasy he began to tell me that he did not want me to do something that I did not want to do. He said that if I did it now, it would make him feel like he had forced me to do it. That would ruin his fun and mine too. He hung up the phone but not before telling me he loved me.
Suddenly, the thought of having sex with another man did not seem as bad as I had maintained for the last twenty years. My husband was right, I had given myself to two men, neither of which I loved, since I had left him a week ago. If I chose to stay single I would most likely have sex with many other men before I found someone that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I reasoned, with myself, that I already had a man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with so maybe we could work something out. I texted my husband back and asked him to give me 24 hours before he made his final decision.
My husband's less than eloquent reply, some ten minutes later was, ‘Ok". It was already mid-morning, so I made a quick trip to the store and grabbed a few things I would need. I stripped off all of my clothes and then stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. I used my phone to take a picture of my nude body. I spent rest of the morning shaving all the parts a woman shaves. I shaved my unkempt bush. At first I was going to leave the small inverted triangle of hair but remembered that Jerry had asked me many times to shave myself completely. I had always maintained that I was a grown woman and grown women have hair between their legs. This would be a visible sign that I was willing to try something new. I also bought a couple bottles of feminine douche and washed any remaining traces of my former lovers from my body.
I did my hair and makeup, including putting a little rouge on my nipples. Then I stood in front of the mirror, a second time, and took a second picture of my naked body. When I dressed in my sexiest dress I took a third picture holding a card that said, "I am doing this for you". I drove to the country bar and even though it was midafternoon, there were several pickup trucks and a few cars, already there. I took a fourth picture, of the building this time, and went inside. All of the pictures were time and date stamped so he would know they were happening in almost real time. Apparently a few of the men had been at the bar when I was there with Judy because I had a man buying my drinks within minutes of entering the bar. He was a decent looking guy and looked like he was some type of construction worker. I was drinking fast and quickly downed two drinks. The drinks boosted my courage and I took a picture of the mirror in the bar which clearly showed me sitting at the bar and the handsome man standing next to me.
I sent the first picture to my husband. I had another drink with the guy trying to pick me up and asked him if he would like to go somewhere more private after we had another drink. He jumped at the chance but I told him that I needed to finish my drink before we left. I quickly sent my husband the second picture. My phone had been beeping to alert me to a new message every few minutes. I sipped the drink and the man next to me explained that he had a work van in the parking lot that would afford us some privacy. I smiled, not because I was thinking much about what we would be doing but I did not want to take him back to June's place, half way across town.
I sent the third picture, without ever looking to see who had left me a message. That was the picture of me dressed for going out and holding the sign telling my husband I was doing what I was doing for him. Five minutes later I sent him the picture of the bar. I excused myself to the ladies room and once inside a stall I looked at the messages, all from my husband. They were predictable. After the first picture, he said "Thank You". After the second picture, he said "Wow" and after the third picture he said, "WOW, but you don't have to." After the fourth picture he just sent several question marks. I sent the picture of me sitting at the bar and added a note that I would be home after I got something for him.
I returned to Ted, the man who had been flirting with me, and he led me out to a rather road worn work van. Apparently Ted did carpet work because the back was covered with a large piece of carpet. I took a quick picture of the old van and let Ted help me into the side door. Ted closed us in, and we began to make out. There was no question why we were there, so I did not resist when he unzipped my dress and pushed it from my shoulders. On a lark, I pulled myself close to Ted and asked him if we could take a selfie. I think he could have cared less about taking a selfie, but he did not complain when I shot a picture of us hugging, with his hand on my bare breast. I sent that to Jerry too.
My phone was beeping as Ted and I undressed completely and he began to lick me between my thighs. It seemed that when I was here last week, the man had been in a hurry when I wanted to go slow but today, the man was all about giving me foreplay and I just wanted to finish so I could go see my husband. I took a picture of the top of Teds head and sent it to Jerry. It was actually a very sexy and artful picture, showing the valley between my breasts and you could see just the top of my pussy where Ted was obviously licking me. I lay the phone down and enjoyed what Ted was doing. I was more than ready for him when he moved up my body and on top of me. Ted gave me a very good seeing to. His cock was a little bigger than average and he held off, for some ten minutes, before flooding my vagina with his sperm. Ted rolled off of me and in a very unromantic way, asked me why my damn phone kept beeping. I told him I would fix it, but instead took a quick picture of the mess Ted had left between my legs.
I slipped my panties on to keep what Ted had put inside me, there, until I got home to my husband. I told Ted I had to go and as soon as I had my dress back on I let myself out the side door of his van. I am sure he was wondering what had happened because my leaving so quickly was quite rude. When I was in my car I noted that I had gotten myself picked up, laid, and was back in my car in less than an hour. I texted the last picture to my husband with a note. If this is what you want I will be home soon. I made it to the house in less than ten minutes. I parked in the garage and stormed into the house from the garage.
My husband was sitting in his recliner with most of the living room lights on. I marched up to his chair and then without saying anything, I pulled my dress over my head and was standing in front of him with just a very small pair of black panties covering my sex. I looked at him and told him that I had something for him in my panties. I stood there and as they say, the look on his face was priceless. He sat up a bit more and very carefully lowered the tiny silk panties, I could see large globs of Ted's sperm in the crotch of those panties. Jerry was trembling as he gently touched my womanly lips and told me that he loved me. I broke down and jumped on top of him, kissing his face and telling him that I loved only him.
I knew that this was a new chapter in our life. Somehow, knowing that I had given myself to other men, made it easier to accept what my husband wanted me to do. This turned out to be one of the best decisions I had ever made. Our love life was back to what it was when we were first married. There were many more adventures that we shared, as we enjoyed life together.
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